*Haeun as the competition reaches the end.

Over the next weeks, that initial visit to the booth with Jihoon turned into two, then four, then more, until they were going almost every time they had a break between practice or evaluations. It became their little ritual—Jihoon’s hand resting on the small of her back as he guided her towards that secluded space, his voice low and promising as he whispered in her ear.

They would fuck, a passionate and hurried affair driven by lust and desire. Haeun found herself craving those moments more and more. She loved the way Jihoon touched her, with a confident assuredness that sent shivers down her spine. He was experienced, that much was clear, and he knew exactly how to make her body respond. He took her in a new position each time, as much as the cramped booth allowed, fucking her missionary, then bending her over to fuck her doggystyle, then sitting her on his lap as he sat on the bench and bouncing her up and down on his cock until they came together.

Jihoon loved coming in her, always shooting his load inside her pussy, regardless of her pleas for him to not. As his dick throbbed inside her, she would be reminded of her boyfriend back home, who had always been so gentle and careful with her. She thought of how much he trusted her to do this show, how he must still be watching every week and believing she was doing it for their future. But here she was, letting another man fill her up, over and over again. She knew she was risking pregnancy with each orgasmic pump of cum Jihoon shot into her, but the pleasure was so overwhelming, and she kept reassuring herself that the chances were slim, and she could always take care of it later if she had to.

Despite her guilt, Haeun found herself craving their secret encounters, the thrill of being with Jihoon outweighing her sense of betrayal. It wasn’t just the physical attraction; it was the way he seemed to understand her, the way they could communicate without words, moving together as one. And even when she felt conflicted about what they were doing, she couldn’t deny how alive and desired she felt in his arms.

It translated on stage for them too. The producers, whether intentionally or not, kept putting them on the same team, week after week, their chemistry palpable to everyone watching. The audience loved them, voting for them fervently. When they made it to the finals, it seemed like the entire country was rooting for their "relationship".

But it was more than that. Haeun found herself caring about him, in a way she hadn’t expected. It was little things—remembering his favorite snacks and leaving them in his practice room, staying up late to talk when he knew she was nervous about an upcoming challenge. And sometimes, when he looked at her during their secret encounters, there was a softness in his eyes that made her heart flutter. Was there something real growing between them? Or was it all just part of the act? As the competition neared its end, Haeun struggled with these questions and emotions, torn between duty to her boyfriend and her growing feelings for Jihoon.

But for now, she was content with getting her brains fucked out by Jihoon's cock as she moaned wantonly into his mouth, a much needed reprieve from the strict and rigorous structure the competition imposed on them.