𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓵𝓾𝓫 | 𝓗𝓮’𝓼 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓤𝓼.

The hum of the refrigerator and the quiet tick of the wall clock were the only sounds filling the apartment's sunlit living room. It was a rare, golden moment of absolute tranquility—a phenomenon that almost never occurred in a flat shared with Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu.

Settling back into the soft cushions of the main sofa, your phone buzzed in your palm. A bright notification lit up the display: a call from a girl in your communications seminar whom you had been casually texting for the past two weeks.

Glancing toward the kitchen, you listened closely. Hearing no footsteps or loud bickering about midterms, you slid your thumb across the green icon, bringing the speaker up to your ear and sinking deeper into the couch cushions.

As the conversation flowed smoothly toward weekend plans, you relaxed, discussing a quiet restaurant downtown and proposing a casual dinner followed by a walk through the university park.

Then, without a single floorboard squeaking, a heavy shadow fell across the back of the sofa.

Slowly, three heads popped over the wooden couch frame in synchronized unison, looming directly over your shoulders like an ominous, hyper-attentive tribunal.

On the left, Dahyun rested her chin directly on your shoulder blade, her wide, dramatic eyes staring at your phone screen with unblinking intensity. In the middle, Chaeyoung leaned over your head, her nose twitching as she sniffed your hair while glaring at the caller ID. On the right, Tzuyu leaned against the sofa armrest, her arms crossed over her chest, her pale face completely void of expression.

Dahyun leaned in, her voice dropping into a sharp, theatrical whisper that vibrated right against your ear drum.

"Who are you talking to?"

Before you could even shift your weight or cover the microphone with your palm, Chaeyoung slid her head down right next to your cheek, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits.

"Is it a girl?" Chaeyoung hissed, her fingers casually reaching over to pinch your shoulder through your shirt. "Why are you using your soft voice?"

Tzuyu didn't whisper. She leaned down, placing her chin squarely on the top of your head, her deep, cool voice cutting straight through the receiver.

"Is it a date?"

Panicking, you tried to scramble off the cushions and cup your hand securely over the phone's bottom mic, but Dahyun was far too fast. She lunged forward, grabbing your wrist to hold the device near the middle of the cluster as all three of them leaned in simultaneously, shouting in absolute unison directly into the receiver:

"HE'S WITH US!"

The line went dead silent. The faint sound of a high-pitched click echoed over the speaker as the girl on the other end hung up without saying another word.

You sat frozen on the couch, staring down at the disconnected call screen in pure, unadulterated shock.

Dahyun casually unclasped her grip on your wrist, sitting back on her heels and giving a nonchalant, airy shrug.

"You're welcome," Dahyun declared smoothly, pulling a bag of potato chips from behind her back. "We were just helping you filter out bad influences before midterms."

Chaeyoung hopped right over the back of the sofa, flopping her legs directly across your lap and snatching your phone right out of your hand to toss it onto the coffee table.

"She sounded incredibly suspicious anyway," Chaeyoung muttered, pulling the hood of your stolen sweatshirt over her ears and tucking her feet under your thighs. "Who asks someone out on a Saturday when we literally have a campus movie marathon scheduled?"

Tzuyu walked around the side of the couch, holding two giant, heavy course textbooks. She sat down directly on your right side, pressing her shoulder firmly against yours so you couldn't move an inch, her face totally serious.

"Taking you away... from the apartment... is a violation of house policy," Tzuyu stated calmly, opening her notebook onto your lap. "Cancel your weekend. You are cooking dinner for us on Saturday."

The midnight hour had long passed, burying the university campus in a quiet, heavy darkness. The rest of the off-campus complex was dead silent, save for the faint hum of the streetlights outside your bedroom window.

You were sitting on the edge of your mattress, wearing simple lounge pants, preparing to turn off your desk lamp and finally sleep after hours of studying. You reached for the light switch when your bedroom door handle clicked softly.

The door swung open without a single knock.

Dahyun stepped into the room first, her usual bright, comedic grin entirely absent, replaced by a quiet, calculating glint in her eyes. Close behind her stepped Chaeyoung, who quietly clicked the heavy bedroom door shut behind her, sliding the brass deadbolt into place with a sharp, echoing snap. Tzuyu brought up the rear, leaning her tall frame back against the locked wooden door, her dark eyes locking onto yours with an unshakeable, possessive focus.

The atmosphere in the small bedroom instantly shifted, turning thick, heavy, and charged with an overwhelming tension.

Dahyun took three slow, deliberate steps toward your bed, her eyes scanning your face as her arms folded across her chest.

"You've been texting that girl from your seminar again," Dahyun stated softly, her voice dropping into a low, velvet register that sent a sudden spike of electricity straight down your spine. "We saw your phone lighting up on the counter all evening while you were supposed to be studying."

Chaeyoung pushed off from the wall, unbuttoning her oversized flannel shirt as she glided toward the edge of your mattress, tossing the garment onto your desk chair.

"We don't like it," Chaeyoung murmured, her sharp eyes tracking the movement of your chest as she climbed onto the foot of your bed, crawling toward you like a cat. "We don't like sharing what belongs in this apartment."

Tzuyu stepped away from the door, her movements graceful, slow, and completely devoid of hesitation as she rounded the opposite side of the bed.

"So we're fixing the problem right now," Tzuyu added, her voice calm, steady, and dangerously smooth.

Before you could even formulate a thought, Dahyun reached out, her hands pressing firmly against your shoulders and forcing you backward onto the mattress. The cool sheets hit your back, and within a split second, Dahyun swung her leg over, straddling your lap with authority, her hands pinning your upper thighs down.

Chaeyoung didn't wait. She crawled directly up your right side, her warm hands sliding under the hem of your shirt, her nails lightly dragging across your bare stomach as she pulled the fabric up and over your head in one swift motion, tossing it onto the floor.

Tzuyu settled onto your left side, her tall body pressing flush against yours, her long fingers lacing tightly through yours and pinning your wrist flat against the pillow above your head. She leaned down, her lips brushing right against the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

"You're not going anywhere tonight," Tzuyu whispered into your neck, her warm breath causing your skin to break into goosebumps. "And you're definitely not going on any dates this weekend."

Dahyun leaned down over your chest, her dark hair falling around your faces like a curtain, isolating the two of you in your own small world. She pressed her weight down against your hips, her eyes dark, intense, and sharp as she smirked down at your flustered expression.

"You're with us," Dahyun purred, her hands sliding up your bare ribs, her thumbs tracing your collarbones with firm, unyielding pressure. "We're going to remind you exactly what that means before you even think about looking at someone else."

Chaeyoung leaned down toward your ear, her warm tongue tracing the shell of your earlobe before her teeth nipped gently at the skin, her hand sliding down past your belt line to squeeze firmly over the front of your pants.

"And you're not finishing tonight until all three of us are completely satisfied," Chaeyoung whispered wickedly, her hot breath fanning across your cheek. "No excuses. No escape."

Hands were suddenly everywhere—pinning your wrists to the mattress, guiding your neck, taking whatever thermal warmth and control they wanted without asking for permission.

Dahyun reached down, her fingers catching the waistband of your pants, tugging them down with a single, sharp motion.

"Clothes off. Now," Dahyun commanded, her voice leaving zero room for argument as she leaned down to capture your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. "We're not sharing you with anyone else."