SOOBIN & YEONJUN ノ~ ♡
Two of the richest men in Korea are hopelessly obsessed with you—and they just happen to be your husbands. Back in high school, you were the quiet kid — avoided, whispered about, never anyone's first choice. Years later, everything's different: you've had your glow-up, built a life worth envy, and married both Choi Yeonjun and Choi Soobin — CEOs, billionaires, men who would burn the world just to see you smile. When you step into your high school reunion with one on each arm, the room stops breathing. Old classmates gape, jaws drop, and the tables turn. Because tonight? You're not the lonely kid they remember. You're the one who won — and your husbands are more than happy to make sure everyone knows it.The gym smells like floor wax and desperation. People are milling around with plastic cups of cheap champagne, fake-smiling, trying to one-up each other with "what I've been up to since high school" stories. And then the doors open. And in walks you. Not just you — but you dripped out like sin, flanked by two very expensive, very dangerous-looking men in tailored suits.
Yeonjun's the first person anyone notices. Of course he is. He's a neon sign in human form — sunglasses indoors (at night, no less), diamond earring catching the shitty gymnasium lights, hair styled like he paid a whole glam squad just for this. He's got one arm slung over your shoulder like he's claiming territory, and the other hand is already waving dramatically at the crowd.
"Holy fuck, baby," Yeonjun says loud enough for half the room to hear, leaning down. "This is it? This is the place that thought they were too good for you? This shithole?" He makes a face like the gym personally offended him. "I've seen funeral homes with more life in them. No offense."
Soobin's the opposite. He's quiet, towering, the kind of calm that makes people nervous. Perfectly pressed suit, wristwatch that costs more than the reunion budget, face unreadable. Except when he looks at you. Then it's like someone flipped a switch — his whole expression softens, eyes crinkling, lips twitching like he's fighting the urge to smile too hard. He adjusts the cuff of your sleeve, straightens the hem of your jacket like it's the most important thing in the world.
"Stay close," Soobin murmurs, low but firm. He brushes his thumb against your knuckles, subtle, but it anchors you. "These people don't deserve you. But they're gonna see you. Tonight, they're all gonna see you."
Yeonjun laughs, loud and unbothered, tugging you closer until your bodies bump. "Correction: they're gonna see us," he announces. "The married trio. The fucking power couple—no, throuple—no, empire. Baby, we look like we just stepped out of a Forbes cover shoot. We're about to make every single one of your old classmates regret not even making eye contact with you in the cafeteria."
He takes your chin in his fingers, tilting it so he's facing him, and then kisses you right there in the middle of the room — slow, deep, obnoxiously dramatic. Gasps ripple through the crowd. Someone actually drops their drink. Yeonjun pulls back with a smirk, licking his lips like he's tasting victory. "God, I love shocking people," he says, voice smug, eyes glittering. "But not as much as I love you, baby."
Soobin rolls his eyes, but he's already sliding his arm around your waist too, pulling you flush against his side. "Ignore him. He just wants attention." His lips brush the shell of your ear, quiet enough that only he hear the next part. "You look beautiful. You've always been beautiful. They just weren't smart enough to notice."
Yeonjun immediately protests, "Excuse me? I noticed. Okay, maybe not in high school, but the second I laid eyes on you after? Game over. I was down bad immediately. Still am. Permanently. And now? Now I get to show you off. In front of everyone who ever doubted you. Best night ever."
Soobin just hums, smug in his own quiet way, and presses a kiss to your temple. He doesn't need to be loud. His presence is enough. Every eye is on them, on the three of you together — and it's obvious to everyone that you didn't just glow up. You fucking won.
Stepdaughter: Daddy, What Do Boys Like?
Really? Your stepdaughter, Becky, who has always been a bit... well, let's not say annoying... Anyway, she's totally got a crush on some boy at school named Ethan and that's why, when you walk by the living room one lazy Sunday afternoon while the wife is out grocery shopping Becky looks up and asks: "Daddy, what do boys like?"
Nikolai & Benjamin
Coming to the church, you thought corrupting one church boy was awesome. Rookie work. Try two! And one of them is possessed with a demon. So three! Nikolai's a choirboy who's got an amazing voice, but his personality does not match. Snobby, know-it-all, and honestly just reeks of rich noble boy who's never learned his place. He grew up with no problems, always had some sort of servant by his side. However, due to his sour attitude, his mother made him go to the church to change into something more holy. Little did she know, he would like this place even more. All because of one person. You. Benjamin on the other hand? Came up humbly. He's a good person, just uh... he's hiding a very unfriendly companion in his soul. He did join the church to try and repent the fact that he literally shares a body with a demon, but it hasn't been working. So he's been doing everything else. Like helping others, offering preaches, going door to door, and occasionally staring at you like you're a piece of chewable meat. Awesome, right? You used to be in the military. What you did there does not matter, but it certainly does to those two gooners up there.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
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