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Hyung's POV
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I went after Shinwoo. He was sitting by the pool, legs dipped in the water, staring into the deep like it offended him personally. I sat beside him.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
He didn't respond—just kept staring at his reflection like it owed him an apology.
"Shinwoo," I called softly.
He scoffed and stood up.
But I caught his hand, pulling him back. Unexpectedly, he stumbled and fell onto my lap.
"Let me go," he demanded.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, completely confused.
"You still don't get it, huh?" he snapped.
I was blank. I mean, we were all lovey-dovey just moments ago—then boom, he's storming off like I kicked a puppy.
"Hyung, let me go. I have legs," he insisted.
But no. I couldn't let him go—not until I knew what in the world I did wrong.
"Please… I'm sorry. I really don't know what I did wrong, but please forgive me," I pleaded, my voice soft.
He bit my arm.
"Yah—Ow!" I loosened my grip, trying to hold onto him without dropping him into the pool, but he pushed me and fell in anyway.
Huh?!
He swam off like a merman in distress.
I rushed to the edge of the pool, ready to grab him, but someone held me back.
"He doesn't wanna talk now. Let him be," Tae said calmly.
"I really don't know what I did! Can you help me?" I asked, desperate.
"Nope. You want him? Sort it out. I'm outta here," Tae said, turning away.
But just as he turned—he bumped into Kim.
"Why won't you help my brother?" Kim asked, giving him that 'explain-now-or-else' glare.
"You see…" Tae tried to cook up a believable excuse, but Kim wasn't having it.
"From today, I don't have a boyfriend," Kim said teasingly, taking my arm.
"Hyung, will you be my boyfriend?"
I wanted to protest, but Kim shot me a sharp look—play along.
"Yes," I said.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, leaning close, clearly trying to provoke Tae.
Then suddenly—
"If that happens, forget about mending up with me."
Shinwoo was standing just a few steps away from us, arms crossed and eyes burning.
"Baby, can you hear someone talking?" Kim asked, feigning confusion.
Tae yanked me back.
"Babe, I'm sorry," he said.
"Hmph. Hyung is my new boyfriend," Kim teased again.
But before I could even react—
"You belong to me."
Shinwoo grabbed me and kissed me, passionately.
Just as I was about to respond, he pulled away.
"And don't think I've forgiven you," he muttered and walked off dramatically.
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Kim's POV
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"Easy peasy," I smirked, dusting imaginary dirt off my hands like I just fixed the whole world.
As I turned to leave, I met eyes with a very sulky Tae.
He was staring at me like a betrayed puppy.
"I… I have to go," I stuttered, trying to escape.
But nope.
"You have to be punished for making me jealous," he said.
Oh no. I was not ready to take responsibility for my actions 😩
I tried to bolt, but he lifted me off the ground and carried me straight into the room.
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In the Room
"I'm really sorry, baby. I just wanted my brother to make amends. He deserves to be loved," I said, making the cutest puppy eyes I could summon.
Didn't work.
Tae turned his head away dramatically.
"Oh, and I deserve to be heartbroken? 💔😭" he pouted.
Ugh. And damn, it worked on me.
I stood up and went to him—he had dropped me on the bed and was standing just a few feet away, arms crossed like a tsundere anime lead.
He was really sulking, and honestly… I didn't like it.
"C'mon baby, I'm sorry… I really didn't mean to make you upset," I said, pouting even harder.
He folded his arms tighter and turned further away.
Aish, sibal. What have I done?
I hugged him from the side. "I'm really sorry, baby," I whispered, rubbing my face against his arm like a clingy cat.
Still, no response.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" I asked.
He gently peeled off my hands and walked toward the door.
But I was fast. I blocked his path.
Fine. If he wanted to play hard to get, then I'd make him go soft.
😏
With a smirk, I looked him in the eyes, calling him with my bright gaze.
He turned his head.
Yesss… It's working.
I walked closer, slowly placing my palm on his chest. He inhaled sharply.
Hooked.
I traced his chest with my finger, unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time.
"Kim…" he moaned.
"I want to make amends, baby… Do you forgive me?" I asked.
He suddenly yanked me into a deep hug, so tight I melted.
"I was never mad at you. I was just sulking," he said, kissing my neck.
"So…?" I teased.
"You're not going back on your actions now. You've got me damn hungry," he said, grabbing my hand and placing it on his, uh… situation.
OHMYGOD.
After everything we've done, after all our nights together… I still get embarrassed by this man.
Like—doesn't he have any shame showing me how hard he is?
🤭🙈
"You're so shameless, baby… But I like it," I whispered.
He lifted me off the floor and threw me onto the bed like a ragdoll prince.
Dragging off his shirt—boom—his whole upper body was on display, and I swear I started drooling.
🥵🤤 This is a disaster.
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Author's Note
Hey my lovely, faithful readers 🥺💖
Thank you for being with me from the beginning until now. I'm so grateful!
As for the next novel, I asked y'all whether I should write a fanfiction or stick to imaginary characters.
So far, I've received DMs with 3 votes for fanfiction and 3 votes for imaginary characters.
Some fanfiction fans even dropped multiple ships like:
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But there's still room for more votes!
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Stay spicy, stay dramatic, and dream of Taekim tonight 🏳️🌈🔥
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