𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓷 & 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓴𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 | 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓵

The dorm is quiet as the evening settles in, illuminated only by the warm ambient glow of the living room lamps. You’re sitting alone on the large sectional sofa, mindlessly scrolling through social media on your phone just to pass the time and keep your mind off the growing silence.

The front door keypads beeps, followed by light footsteps and hushed, breathless giggling in the entryway. YooYeon and Nakyoung walk in together, still buzzing with high energy after a grueling afternoon dance practice. Nakyoung’s arm is casually looped through YooYeon’s, her head resting lightly against YooYeon’s neck as they finish laughing over an inside joke from the practice room.

The moment YooYeon notices you sitting on the couch, her expression brightens with genuine, unforced warmth.

"Hey!" YooYeon says softly, slipping off her shoes and walking over toward the couch. "We were just talking about ordering food. Want to join us?"

Nakyoung grins brightly, her eyes sparkling as she unties her hair. "Yeah! We’re planning to order from that spicy rice cake spot down the street and watch that new thriller movie tonight! It’ll be so fun!"

They sit down together on the smaller couch across from you, sitting so close their shoulders press together. Without missing a beat, Nakyoung pulls her legs up onto the cushion and comfortably leans her side against YooYeon, who instinctively rests a tender hand on Nakyoung’s knee as she pulls up a food app on her phone screen.

"We can totally make it a group thing," YooYeon adds casually, scrolling through the menu while Nakyoung rests her chin on her shoulder. "Just like old times."

"Totally!" Nakyoung nods enthusiastically, her fingers tracing idle patterns on YooYeon’s sleeve. "Honestly, we haven’t done something with just the three of us in so long."

They exchange a quick, happy glance with each other—a brief, silent moment of pure romantic affection—before looking back over at you with warm, expectant smiles.

"So..." YooYeon asks smoothly, holding the phone out slightly in your direction, "...what do you feel like eating tonight?"

As you look at them sitting together in their own little universe, a quiet, familiar ache settles in your chest. You realize once again that you aren't part of the core plan—you're just being warmly invited into their world, rather than building one together.

It’s past midnight, and the main dorm hallway is completely dark and silent. A few minutes ago, Nakyoung had knocked softly on your door, whispering for you to come over to their room ‘just to hang out for a little bit like we used to.’

The moment you step past the threshold of their bedroom, the atmospheric shift is immediate and suffocatingly heavy. There are no study notes or food delivery apps open tonight. The overhead lights are turned off, leaving only the dim red glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows across the neat bedsheets.

Before you can even ask what's going on, Nakyoung turns around behind you and softly clicks the door lock shut with a heavy thud. Across the room, YooYeon steps closer to you, her usual elegant, calm composure replaced by a intense, dark warmth in her eyes.

"We’ve missed you so much..." YooYeon murmurs softly, her voice dropping into a low, velvet tone as she reaches out, her slender fingers gently taking your chin to tilt your head up. "It’s been way too long since we had you all to ourselves like this. We saw how distant you've been feeling... and we hate it."

From behind, Nakyoung steps directly into your personal space, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist and pressing her body flush against your back. She tilts her head up, burying her face into the crook of your neck and leaving a trail of warm, lingering kisses along your sensitive skin.

"Let us take care of you tonight, okay?" Nakyoung whispers against your ear, her hands sliding down to rest possessively over your hips. "We want to make you feel good. We hate seeing you stand on the outside."

YooYeon leans in without giving you room to pull away, her lips pressing against yours in a deep, slow, and desperately hungry kiss. As her fingers slide beneath the hem of your shirt, feeling the heat of your skin, Nakyoung’s hands explore your body from behind with expert, coordinated precision

"You're ours tonight," YooYeon moans softly against your mouth, her thumb stroking your cheek as her heart races against your chest. "Just let go... let us remind you how much we both still desperately want you."

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