The sun was warm against Yura's skin, but it couldn't touch the chill in her stomach.
She sat at her marble kitchen island, phone resting in her palm, half-finished espresso turning bitter at her elbow.She'd drafted the message to Ahra three separate times — then deleted it each time, guilt clawing up her throat.
How could she do this?How could she even think about luring Ahra in — after everything she'd already done to her?
But then her screen lit up with a new message.Jinhyuk.
[Jinhyuk 🖤]
Pick somewhere beautiful. Somewhere she'll feel adored, safe.So when I finally take her, she'll wonder why she ever resisted.
Her heart squeezed painfully.Then — shamefully — a tiny pulse of heat sparked low in her belly.
Because there was comfort in being told exactly what to do.Even if it was monstrous.
She stared at Ahra's contact photo.The two of them from college — arms looped together, drunk on soju and bright futures.Ahra had always been softer, dreamier, a little too quick to believe people were good.
Just like I was.Before Jinhyuk.
Yura's thumbs hovered over the keyboard.She chewed her lip, then finally typed:
[Yura]
Hey Ahra 🌸 It's been forever since we had a girls' day.I was thinking… why don't we go out this weekend? Just us. Shopping, brunch, being a little decadent.I can even take you to the Velure boutique — since I model for them, they give me private hours. We can play dress-up with things we'd never dare buy. My treat 💕
Her hands trembled as she hit send.
It was done.The trap was set — and she was the pretty bait inside it.
Twenty minutes of agonizing silence passed.She refreshed the thread three times before Ahra finally replied.
[Ahra]
Yura… you have no idea how much I needed that.Things at home are… well.Let's just say I could use a day pretending none of it exists.Thank you for still thinking of me. Saturday sounds perfect.
Yura exhaled shakily, tears pricking her eyes.Because Ahra was so sweet. So quick to cling to any kindness.It made her chest hurt.
But lower — darker — a coil of filthy anticipation unfurled.Because if she could pull Ahra under with her, maybe she wouldn't be so lonely drowning in Jinhyuk's darkness.
Later that night, as she washed her face in the mirror, her phone buzzed again.
[Jinhyuk 🖤]
Good girl.Wear something lovely when you take her out.I want her to see exactly what it looks like to belong to me — before she even realizes she's next.
Yura's knees nearly buckled.She pressed a hand between her thighs — found herself soaked.
God. What was wrong with her?Why did the thought of Jinhyuk wanting them both make her pulse race?
She crawled into bed, clutching her phone like a lifeline.Typed one last guilty message.
[Yura]
She's still so fragile, Jinhyuk. Please… don't break her too hard.At least — not yet.
The typing dots danced.Then his reply slid in, cold and delicious.
[Jinhyuk 🖤]
Worried she'll replace you already?Don't be. For now — she's just your little project.Prove you can corrupt her beautifully… and maybe I'll keep you both.
Her breath hitched.Her hand slipped beneath the sheets, fingers parting slick folds, shame and need crashing together.Because the idea of them both kneeling for him — of not being alone in her depravity — made her clench painfully around nothing.
She came in soft, shuddering waves, tears on her cheeks.Whispered into the dark:
"I'm sorry, Ahra.I hope you hate me for this."
Because that would make it hurt less when she finally dragged her under too.