The golden haired girl

The sound of the doorbell startled me from my thoughts. I’d been fussing with the arrangement of tea cups on the coffee table, trying to channel my nervous energy into something productive. The house was as ready as it would ever be: the sheets freshly laundered and laid on the bed, the sofa plumped and prepped for what I assumed would be my sleeping arrangement for the next few days. But I hadn’t prepared for her.

When I opened the door, Haeun stood before me, as radiant as ever, though her eyes met mine with a hint of apology that was quickly drowned out by Mina’s loud, cheerful greeting. Jihoon loomed silently behind them, his posture stiff, his gaze already locked on me like I was a piece of trash stuck on his shoe.

“Wow, your place is so cozy!” Mina chirped, brushing past me without waiting for an invitation. She dropped her bag unceremoniously by the door and spun around, her wide grin lighting up the room. “Thanks for letting me tag along. I'm Mina, your girlfriend's bestie in the group!"

I blinked, thrown off balance by her energy. “Uh, sure. I know who you are. It’s just that I wasn’t expecting...you to be here too.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I can sleep on the floor if I have to. Or the bathtub! Honestly, anything’s better than going back home.” She plopped down onto the sofa, completely unfazed by my hesitation.

Haeun followed more quietly, her eyes darting to me with a helpless shrug that said everything I needed to know: This wasn’t my idea. Jihoon entered last, his gaze as cold as it was steady. He said nothing, but the tension he carried with him was almost palpable.

“Right,” I muttered, shutting the door and trying to recalibrate my expectations. I’d prepped enough food for two, not three guests, and the bed in the guest room—well, it wasn’t even really a guest room, just my bedroom—was barely big enough for two people.

We gathered around the coffee table, and I handed each of them a cup of tea. Mina took hers with a bright, “Thank you!” and immediately launched into a story about their ride over here. Haeun sat on the sofa between her and Jihoon, her body language as quiet as her voice. Jihoon, meanwhile, had taken up his silent vigil again, watching me from across the room like a hawk. I refused to meet his gaze, but I couldn’t help noticing his features. Up close, he was devastatingly handsome, more so than he appeared in the countless public photoshoot and performances, or in the more private videos I’d seen. His chiseled jaw, the perfect curve of his nose, the confidence that radiated from him—it was easy to see why Haeun had fallen for him.

I sat in the armchair nearest Mina, who was quickly proving to be the life of the party. Her laughter was infectious, her stories endless, and for a brief moment, I felt a flicker of relief. With her here, the atmosphere wasn’t as suffocating as I’d feared. I couldn’t imagine how awkward it would have been with just the three of us as planned.

“So,” Mina said, turning her attention to me with an almost mischievous glint in her eye, “how did you and Haeun meet? I’ve always wondered what kind of guy could snag her.”

Haeun stiffened slightly but said nothing, her hands wrapped around her tea as though it was her lifeline.

“Oh, we go way back,” I said carefully, keeping my tone light. “We were neighbors since we were kids, before her parents moved again. And we got together before she became, you know, an idol.” I gestured vaguely, encompassing the world that had pulled her away from me.

“Neighbors, huh?” Mina teased, leaning in closer. Her loose top shifted as she did, revealing her cleavage, and I couldn’t help but notice. My gaze flickered downward for a split second too long, and when I looked back up, I thought I saw Haeun watching me.

Her expression was unreadable. She said nothing, only leaned slightly against Jihoon, who, for the first time since stepping in, allowed a faint smirk to tug at the corner of his lips.

I cleared my throat and focused on Mina’s question, trying to keep my thoughts in check.

“Anyways, I heard that you’re such a good boyfriend,” Mina gushed, her hand finding mine and squeezing it lightly. Her skin was soft and warm, and the sudden contact was like an electric shock. I nearly jerked my hand away but managed to hold steady. “You’ve been there for her even when she’s far away. It’s so romantic, don’t you think, Jihoon?”

Jihoon’s smirk broadened. He shrugged, his voice as cool and collected as ever. “As long as they’re happy, I guess.”

Haeun stared at me, our eyes locking in a wordless exchange that spoke volumes.

Mina continued, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents of tension in the room. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a boyfriend that loyal. Everyone’s just... so immature! Sleep with someone else and suddenly you are "too much". Like what does that even mean?" She rolled her eyes dramatically and then smiled, looking at me expectantly. “Are you really that good of a boyfriend? What’s your secret?”

“I...I guess I’m just...in love,” I said haltingly, my words feeling clumsy in my mouth.

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” she cooed, leaning even closer. Her hand moved up to my shoulder, her fingers lightly grazing my neck. I could smell the soft floral notes of her perfume, feel the warmth radiating from her skin, and it was all I could do not to squirm under her touch. “You’re such a romantic. Haeun’s lucky to have you.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” I stammered, caught off guard by her closeness.

Haeun watched us intently, her lips pressed into a thin line, but she said nothing. Jihoon’s smirk had transformed into a full-blown grin now, his amusement clear.

“So, what do you guys wanna do?” Mina asked, breaking the tension with her ever-bubbly personality. “Let’s do something fun!”

“I’m kind of tired from the ride over,” Haeun finally spoke up, her voice carefully neutral. “I think I want to lie down for a bit.”

Mina pouted but nodded agreeably. “Okay, we’ll be quiet as mice!” She turned to me. “Whatever you put into the oven smells amazing. Need some help with that?"

“Oh, um, sure,” I said, grateful for the excuse to escape the awkward situation.

As Haeun and Jihoon disappeared into the bedroom, Mina and I retreated to the kitchen. I set to work, busying myself with readying the frosting for the pie I had been baking, while Mina chattered on about their group members and recent events. Her voice was a soothing background noise, helping me focus on the task at hand rather than what was happening in the room next door. As I whisked together butter, sugar, and vanilla extract, Mina leaned against the counter, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“So...I know your little secret too. You’re like the most patient boyfriend ever, right?” she asked. “How do you do it?”

I paused, mid-whisk. “What do you mean?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Like...how do you handle the, you know, jealousy?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, her grin mischievous. “Don't pretend you don't feel anything about what they are doing right now."

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. With her silent, I could finally hear the sound of the bed creaking from the bedroom, the unmistakable sound of Haeun’s soft moans. I could only guess Jihoon was already fucking her.

Mina chuckled. “You should see your face right now! It's cute. Don't worry about me. I'm just curious, that's all. Everyone in the dorms knows about her little arrangement with Jihoon. They're very open about it.”

I laughed nervously. “It’s...complicated, that’s for sure.”

She stepped closer, leaning in so that her breath tickled my ear.

“What position do you think they are in?” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “She’s probably on all fours, taking him deep from behind. He loves to do it that way, but I'm sure you already know.”

The image she painted was vivid and uncomfortably alluring. My heart hammered in my chest as Mina’s fingers traced patterns on my forearm, sending shivers down my spine.

“Or maybe,” she continued, her voice a tantalizing whisper, “she’s on top, riding him hard. Do you ever picture it, you naughty boy? Wondering what it would feel like to be in his place?”

I swallowed, trying to push away the mental images her words conjured up. The smell of the pie baking away in the oven filling the room, mixed with her sweet perfume, was almost overwhelming, making me lightheaded. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, and my own arousal stirred in response. I tried to focus on mixing the frosting, but Mina’s touch was distracting, intoxicating even.

I cleared my throat, my voice cracking slightly. “Mina...what are you doing?”

Her laughter rang out, bright and clear. “Sorry, just teasing! You're so easy to fluster, it's cute.”

She reached past me for a spoon, her arm brushing against mine, and dipped it into the frosting. Lifting it to her mouth, she licked the spoon clean with exaggerated slowness, her eyes never leaving mine. Her tongue moved sensuously, wrapping around the metal in a way that was undeniably erotic.

I watched, mesmerized, my mouth going dry.

Mina leaned in, her lips close to my ear. “Don't you want to do the same?” she whispered mischievously. “Imagine me as your Haeun while you fuck me?”

I jerked back, my face flushed with embarrassment. “Mina!” I exclaimed.

She giggled again, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me. “You’re so cute when you blush.” She poked my cheek playfully. “It’s like...I just wanna pinch your little cheeks.”

I tried to steady myself, focusing back on the frosting and willing myself to calm down. But behind me I heard rustling, the unmistakable sound of clothes coming off and dropping onto the floor.

Her hands wrapped around me from behind, the heavy softness of her breasts pressing into my back. One hand slipped downward, her nimble fingers finding the growing hardness between my legs with embarrassing ease. A small shudder escaped my lips as she cupped me, giving a gentle squeeze that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me.

“I know you like this,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “Don't be embarrassed. Haeun promised to share you with me, you know.”

My eyes fluttered closed, the sensation of her touch overwhelming my senses. Her hand moved slowly, teasing me through the fabric of my pants until I was fully erect, straining against my zipper.

Mina hummed appreciatively, her fingers tracing the outline of my length. “So big...” she murmured, squeezing me again. “I didn't think you would be this big when I first heard about your... interests, to be honest.”

“M-Mina,” I stammered, trying to gather my wits. “We—we shouldn’t…”

She ignored my weak protest, unbuttoning my pants with deft fingers. Before I could react, she slipped her hand inside my underwear and wrapped it around my throbbing flesh.

I gasped at the feeling of her soft skin against mine, the heat and wetness of her palm sending waves of pleasure through me. My resistance crumbled like sand beneath a wave, and I found myself leaning back into her embrace.

Mina’s laughter filled my ear as her hand began to move, stroking me with a skill that left me breathless.

“I can't wait to have this inside me,” she whispered, her words sending a thrill down my spine. “But let me warm you up first.”

She turned me around, gently pushing me back against the counter as she sank to her knees in front of me.

My eyes widened as I took her in, her beautiful face inches away from my painfully hard erection. Her golden hair was cut short, framing her high cheekbones perfectly, and her wide, playful eyes sparkled with mischief.

She was petite and slender, as most idols are, but her body was unmistakably feminine, her large breasts swelling almost obscenely in comparison to the rest of her figure.

My eyes wandered lower, taking in the curve of her hips and the smooth skin of her toned legs as she knelt before me. But before I could admire her further, her hand wrapped around my cock again, pulling me back into the present moment.

Mina bit her lip, looking up at me through long lashes. “Try not to fall in love with me,” she teased.

Then, without hesitation, she leaned forward and wrapped her plump lips around the tip of my length.

Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around my sensitive flesh with practiced ease. My fingers curled against the counter as she took me deeper, her head bobbing slowly up and down as she sucked me with gentle determination.

I couldn’t help but moan, my hips involuntarily jerking forward, urging her to take more. She responded eagerly, increasing her pace as her hands kneaded my thighs.

I had never experienced anything like this before. Her enthusiasm and skill far outpaced the clumsy, half-remembered attempts from Haeun as she picked up the ropes in our earlier days of exploration, and even Haeun’s recent, professional efforts paled in comparison to the raw passion Mina displayed now.

She gazed up at me, her eyes locking onto mine as if daring me to look away. I couldn't if I wanted to; I was transfixed, every nerve in my body singing as she bobbed her head aggressively, taking me deeper and faster with every pass.

I felt myself hitting the back of her throat, and I tensed, expecting her to pull back. But she didn’t. Instead, she relaxed her muscles and pushed further still until her nose pressed into my skin. The sensation was indescribable, her throat constricting around my length like a velvety vise.

She held me there for what seemed like an eternity before finally pulling back for air. Her eyes glistened with tears, but she smiled at me, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip.

“Did you like that?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

I could only nod, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to speak, to express the incredible rush of pleasure coursing through me, but words failed me.

She giggled, wiping at her mouth. “Then you are going to love this.”

With a mischievous wink, she plunged back down again, her lips sealing around me once more with renewed vigor. This time, her hands joined the effort, one stroking my base while the other cupped and massaged my balls.

My mind reeled as she worked me, every inch of my length engulfed by her eager mouth. The slick sounds of her slurping mixed with my heavy breathing filled the small kitchen.

I gripped the edge of the countertop so tightly that my knuckles turned white, trying to hold on as she drove me closer and closer to the edge. My orgasm built within me like a storm, threatening to consume me completely.

But just before it reached its peak, Mina suddenly pulled away, leaving me gasping and throbbing in the cool air.

She looked up at me with a devilish grin, her lips swollen and glistening. “Not so fast,” she murmured. “We’re just getting started.”