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after the show (it's the after party)

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At first she thinks it's a game. A really messed up game that reeks of Erin or Hyuna's handiwork. The kind of game that makes her think everyone just sat around one day and said, "This is how we'll ruin her day."

She doesn't miss the way Sam's mouth curves up as she pins Hyemi against the door, her tights bunched around her knees and underwear soon to follow with the way Sam's hands are tugging at her. She's bare, panting, and clawing at Sam's back. Her breath hitches as soon as Sam tentatively strokes the inside of her thigh and she definitely doesn't miss the way Sam chuckles—the sound resonating low and down her spine. With a firm press of her fingers to push her legs apart, Sam bites her bottom lip before leaning in and kissing her.

If this is a game, Hyemi's determined to win.

 

*

 

Hyemi can't look at Sam in the eye for a week and her ears burn whenever they're within an arm's length of each other.


So, point to Sam.

 

*

 

"Hey, jumpy."

Startled, Hyemi pulls off her headphones and glares at Eunji over the top of her book. "Do you mind?"

"Not really," she says and straddles Hyemi's hips.

For a split second her mind takes her back to that closet, being pinned by Sam and writhing until she chuckled and—

One moment she sees Sam's face closing in on her in her mind, the next it's Eunji. Except Eunji really is leaning in and kissing her. For lack of a better idea, Hyemi freezes. Eunji coaxes her lips apart, brings a hand up behind her neck until Hyemi drops her book and kisses back.

Not that she spends time thinking about this but Eunji's hastier than she had expected. Eunji breaks the kiss only to trail kisses down her throat, teeth lightly grazing sensitive skin. She's not sure how or when but her shirt is quickly taken care of and before she can even feel the chill of the room, Eunji's palming her chest until she's arching into her.

Eunji manages to wedge her hand between their bodies and down Hyemi's shorts. She flinches from a different kind of cold and doesn't stop shaking even as Eunji's fingers warm themselves between her legs.

 

*

 

She notices they start hanging out more, Eunji and Sam. Even when the whole group is together, Eunji and Sam are off by themselves at Hyuna's kitchen table. They both look at her until her cheeks feel hot and her legs threaten to give out.

Hyemi walks by them quickly in an attempt to leave the room before either of them can get any ideas because she's learned that she's sensitive in all the right places and they know.

 

*

 

"Go away," Sera says to the camera before pulling Hyemi inside the closet and pushing her back against a wall.

"What—"

"You'll have to be quiet, that camera crew is still out there," Sera says simply before lifting her skirt.

Hyemi doesn't have time to be surprised because Sera pushes her underwear to the side and all she can manage are muffled moans as she grips the back of Sera's head.

Sera's nails dig into her thighs and she doesn't even care, all she cares about is grinding down against Sera's mouth and telling her to shut up when she hushes her.

 

*

 

When they go back out to resume filming, no one comments about the bite marks on the back of her hand and Sera walks around looking smug with herself.

 

*

 

"Want to go for a ride?" Erin dangles keys in front of her face and Hyemi glances at the car skeptically. It's a nice car, too nice of a car.

"Whose car is that?"

"Does it matter?"

Hyemi shrugs and follows Erin.

They drive with the music set low and one conversation flowing into the next. As soon as it feels like a silence is about to fall, Erin seamlessly switches topics and keeps the both of them talking.

They drive and talk until the sun sets and they're parked along an empty coastline.

The conversation keeps going until it doesn't, and Erin's crawled over the console and into Hyemi's lap, whispering into her ear to push the seat back. Hyemi does as she's told and lifts her arms when she's prompted, letting Erin take her shirt off and finger the edges of her bra.

Even with the radio off the car is never suffocatingly silent, Erin makes sure Hyemi's pants and moans fill the small space and echo in her ears.

 

*

 

Hyemi loses track of who's even winning anymore. She's not even sure there's actually a game at all because she's been hanging out with Sungah all day and not once has she tried anything.

Sungah takes her to a movie and doesn't do anything about Hyemi jumping every time the monsters startle her. She takes her to dinner and behaves. She walks her to her door and Hyemi's about to thank her for the weirdly pleasant night when she notices Sungah's fidgeting.

And, oh.

"So," Hyemi drawls. She reaches a hand out to tug on Sungah's collar, watching her thought process play out on her face until it reaches a conclusion.

Before Hyemi can pull, Sungah surges forward and kisses the corner of her mouth. She kisses her again and again and it isn't until Sungah's hands are up her shirt that she realizes they're still outside her apartment.

"Keys," she says scratchily, guiding Sungah's mouth back up her neck.

They're not inside long before Sungah tugs on Hyemi's belt and pushes her down on the couch. Sungah pulls her pants off, wastes no time in trailing kisses up her thighs and mouthing her over the thin cotton until Hyemi's feet are digging into Sungah's back.

 

*

 

Hyemi's never considered herself a cat person, if anything, she starts to consider herself less of one after all the time she spends at Hyuna's apartment.

The cats are finicky. They get hair everywhere and they pounce on her lap whenever they try to escape from Hyuna's clutches. She doesn't mind petting one when it's on her lap but she does mind the cat hair—it gets on her clothes, her body, and in her throat.

It takes at least a dozen sneezes for Hyuna to offer her a clean shirt.

She's topless and rummaging through Hyuna's closet when the door clicks softly behind her.

Hyuna doesn't say a word, just strolls toward Hyemi and walks them both to the bed. Hyemi's legs hit the edge and Hyuna pushes her down with a firm hand on her chest. Hyemi lies back, slides her hands on top of Hyuna's as they pinch and squeeze.

She lets Hyuna push her legs apart with her knee, writhes against her until Hyuna's chuckling at her and Hyemi can't even be bothered to work up a glare.

 

*

 

Kyungri swats at Hyemi blindly and wiggles her entire body until the bed shakes and Minha's laughing at them from the other side of the room.

"Why are you filming this?" Hyemi tips her head back against Kyungri's shoulder and throws her magazine at Minha.

Minha shrugs and places her phone down on the desk with the lens aimed at the bed. She jumps onto the bed at Hyemi's other side and she's suddenly very aware that she's lodged between Kyungri and Minha. Being stuck between a rock and a hard place is nothing compared to feeling Kyungri's back through her thin shirt and Minha's bare legs tangled with hers.

Someone's hand—Minha's probably—trails up her shoulder and pushes until Hyemi's on her side and facing Kyungri. She doesn't have time to wonder when Kyungri even turned around because they're face to face and her body is telling her it's still not close enough.

Kyungri closes the distance between them, angles their mouths together that leaves her pulling at the front of Kyungri's shirt. Behind her, Minha pushes into her back until she feels her chest against her.

She's overstimulated and panting against Kyungri's neck as Minha's hands roam up and down her body. Somewhere between Minha getting a hand down her pants and Kyungri peeling off her clothes, Hyemi ends up half sitting with her back pressed against Minha's bare chest and legs pushed apart by Kyungri's impatience.

Even if this isn't a game, Hyemi's still winning.