Iseul
Juggling my schedule has become an art form. Between meetings, rehearsals, and my own projects, I've somehow managed to carve out time for both Jaewook and Seonho without them ever crossing paths. It's a delicate balance, like walking a tightrope with no safety net. Each date, each stolen moment, is meticulously planned to avoid overlap or suspicion.
But as the days go by, I'm growing more attached to both men. Jaewook's calm, steady presence is a balm to my often chaotic life. Seonho's electric energy and charisma make me both dizzy with want and on my toes for everything he's going to do next. Despite my initial reservations, my feelings for them deepen.
Tonight, as I'm closing up Dynamix Dance Academy, the echo of my footsteps on the polished floor is the only sound in the studio. The lights flicker off one by one, leaving just the dim glow from the streetlights outside. I'm about to lock the front doors when I notice a figure in dark clothes and a ballcap standing outside.
The figure knocks sharply on the glass doors, making me jump.
My heart skips a beat, and my first instinct is to call the police. But as I get closer, I recognize the cheeky smile beneath the cap.
"Seonho?" I unlock the door and let him in. "You scared me half to death!"
"Sorry," he says, stepping inside quickly and pulling his cap lower over his eyes. "Had to dodge the paparazzi."
I shake my head, still feeling the adrenaline rush from the scare. "You could've called."
"And ruin the surprise?" He grins, that boyish charm impossible to resist.
"What are you doing here?" I ask as I lock the door behind him.
"I wanted to see you," he says simply. "And maybe get a tour?"
I roll my eyes but lead him through the studio, anyway. We walk past empty practice rooms until we reach one of my favorites—the one with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and state-of-the-art sound system.
"This is where the magic happens," I say, gesturing around.
"Show me," he says, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
I raise an eyebrow. "Show you what?"
"Your new choreography."
I hesitate for a moment, but then decide why not? I queue up the music and start moving through the routine. To my surprise, Seonho watches intently and starts mimicking my movements with impressive accuracy.
"You're pretty good," I say, slightly breathless as we finish a sequence.
He shrugs modestly. "Not a natural dancer, but I love challenges. Took extra classes and worked hard to get good."
"Well," I say thoughtfully, "maybe you weren't born a dancer, but you're definitely a born performer. You've got charisma and stage presence that you can't teach."
He smiles at that, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You've got it too. Maybe we should perform together sometime."
I laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Yeah right! Like your label would ever agree to that."
He shrugs again, nonchalant as ever. "I have more pull in my agency than most people think." He steps closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "But if we can't have a public dance … we can always have one in private."
Before I can respond, he pulls me into another duet. This time, our movements are slower, more intimate. The air between us thickens with tension as our bodies move in sync—close enough to feel each other's warmth, but not quite touching.
As we dance under the dim lights of the studio, everything else fades away—the stress of juggling schedules, the uncertainty of where things are headed with Jaewook or Seonho—it all disappears in this moment of shared rhythm and unspoken connection.
The dance becomes less about steps and more about feeling—our breaths synchronizing as our bodies move closer together until there's no space left between us.
I spin through a circle and Seonho's hands lift naturally to hold me. Hot palms graze the bare skin below my crop top. I lean into the touch, the front of my body presses against his and I look up, seeing the glitter in his dark eyes and the small naughty smile curving his lips. He reaches down and fits a hand around the back of my thigh, lifting my leg so that it's hooked over his hip, bringing us even closer so and so that I can feel the unmistakable bulge now pressed against my center.
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A few days later, I find myself at home earlier than usual, a rare luxury. The apartment is quiet, the kind of stillness that makes you feel like the world outside has paused. I'm in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for a homemade salsa, when my phone buzzes on the counter.
It's Jaewook.
"Hey," I answer, trying to keep my voice casual despite the flutter in my chest.
"Hey, so, I've got a short break from filming. Thought maybe we could grab lunch?"
I glance at the half-prepared ingredients spread across my kitchen island. "Actually, I've already started cooking. How about you come over instead?"
I bite my lip. The invitation was split-second decision and now I'm wondering if maybe it's too personal for him.
There's a pause on the other end, then his voice brightens. "Sounds perfect. I'll be there in twenty."
I hang up and quickly tidy up the living room, fluffing pillows, and straightening magazines as if he might inspect every corner. By the time my doorbell alert chimes, I've calmed down enough to greet him. I buzz him into the building and then wait a few more minutes until the camera doorbell turns on from the screen in the hall and I see him outside.
He's dressed casual, in sweatpants and a loose v-neck, wearing a hat over his hair. He looks up at the camera and his striking eyes seem like they can see me right through the lens.
I smile slightly and unlock the door, smiling as it swings open and the small entryway lights come on.
Jaewook steps inside. He kicks off his shoes and the scent of his cologne, now starting to become familiar, washes over me. I beckon him in and he follows me into the main living area. His eyes immediately scan my apartment with curiosity. "Nice place," he says. His head swivels around and I see his gaze briefly land on the picture frames sitting on top of the hall table. They're all mostly of me with Ara and Haein. "Smells amazing in here."
"Thanks," I say, leading him toward the kitchen. "I hope you're hungry."
He follows me, still looking around with interest. "Is this your first place since moving out of Haein and Ara's?"
"Yep," I say proudly. "And it's a purchase, not a rental."
We reach the kitchen and Jaewook takes a deep breath, savoring the aroma. "Are you cooking American food?"
I laugh at that, shaking my head as I return to my chopping board. "There's no such thing as 'American food.' But no, this is Mexican."
"Mexican?" He looks genuinely intrigued. "Where'd you learn to cook that?"
I give him a sassy grin. "I was born in California. Mexican food is practically a staple there."
Jaewook laughs and leans against the counter, watching me work with an easy smile on his face. It's comforting having him here, blending into my space like he belongs.
"You know," he says thoughtfully, "I've always wanted to visit California."
"You should," I reply without missing a beat as I toss diced tomatoes into a bowl. "It's got everything—beaches, mountains, deserts … and some of the best food you'll ever taste."
"I'll take your word for it," he says with a playful glint in his eye.
As we chat about California and its culinary delights, I finish up the salsa and start heating tortillas on the stove for tacos.
"So, what else is on the menu?" Jaewook asks, peeking over my shoulder.
"Tacos de carne asada," I say proudly. "And homemade guacamole to go with it."
"Impressive," he says, genuinely impressed. "You really went all out."
"Well," I say with a shrug and a smile, "if you're going to cook, might as well do it right."
Jaewook watches me work for a moment longer before rolling up his sleeves and stepping closer to help.
"What can I do?" he asks.
I hand him an avocado and a knife with an amused smile. "You can start by mashing these for the guacamole."
He takes the avocado and gets to work with surprising competence for someone who claims not to cook often. We fall into an easy rhythm—him mashing avocados while I season them with lime juice and cilantro.
"So," he says after a while, glancing at me from under his lashes, "how often do you cook like this?"
"Whenever I have time," I admit. I think for a moment, remembering where the habit came from. "It started out as a necessity, back when I lived in the dorms with my bandmates. We were living on pennies and takeout was extensive. I thought if someone didn't learn how to cook and budget groceries, we would either starve or develop serious vitamin deficiencies from all the ramyun."
Jaewook gives me a sympathetic look. "How long did you live with them?"
"Five years. And I lived in my agency's dorm for two more years before that. Now I don't have to cook or even plan my own meals, but sometimes I just like to do things myself just to remind myself that I can."
"I get that," he says softly. "Sometimes, after long days on set, all I want is something simple and familiar to unwind."
I nod in understanding as we finish preparing our meal together.
Soon enough, we're sitting at my small dining table with plates full of tacos and bowls of fresh salsa and guacamole between us.
"This looks amazing," Jaewook says appreciatively before taking his first bite.
I watch him anxiously until his face lights up in delight.
"Wow! This is incredible!" he exclaims between mouthfuls.
I giggle at his reaction. "Have you never had Mexican food before? This isn't the real thing, but I did the best I could with what ingredients are available here."
Jaewook shakes his head. "You're going to think me uncultured, but I haven't tried much outside of basic Korean food. I mean, I try new things when they're available in Seoul, but I haven't traveled much outside of that."
"Well, there's always time to change that," I assure him.
As we eat, Meatball emerges from his afternoon nap in my bedroom, his entrance heralded by the series of snorts and the click of dog nails on the floor. Jaewook looks over my shoulder and grins when he sees the dog. Meatball goes straight for him, sniffing, snorting and grunting about his ankles, wiggling with excitement.
"Hey there, little guy!" Jaewook drops his fork to reach down and enthusiastically give the bulldog pets, which sends Meatball into a snorting frenzy.
"He's hilarious," Jaewook laughs, now scratching the dog's belly since he's flopped onto his side on the floor beside Jaewook's chair.
I smile and watch Jaewook gushing over my dog.
"Do you like dogs?"
"I love them," Jaewook answers. "I've been meaning to get one of my own one of these days, but my schedule isn't steady enough at the moment."
"I have a sitter on staff for whenever I have to go out of town," I tell him. "I don't think it would feel like home without a dog in the house."
We go back to our meal but at some point, Jaewook caves in to Meatball's bug-eyed begging and the dog ends up happily seated in his lap by the time we're done.
Jaewook and I finish our meal, the remnants of our lunch scattered across the table. Meatball snores contentedly in Jaewook's lap, blissfully unaware of the world around him. Jaewook stands up, carefully shifting Meatball to the floor.
"Let me help you clean up," he offers, gathering plates.
I'm about to accept when the doorbell alert chimes, startling both of us. My heart plummets. Who could that be? I exchange a quick look with Jaewook, who immediately understands the gravity of the situation. Him being here can't become public knowledge.
"Are you expecting someone?" Jaewook asks.
I shake my head. I pull my phone out to check for any texts or calls. Nothing.
"No, lemme just check. Maybe it's a delivery. I'll have to buzz them in."
I walk over to the doorbell video feed on the screen in the wall. I almost gasp but choke it off at the last second. My stomach drops through the floor. Seonho's standing there on the steps of my apartment building, his back to the street, hands in his pockets, ballcap pulled low over his eyes, nearly identical to the one Jaewook was wearing when he arrived. I can only see the lower half of his face, but I can tell from the shape of his lips and even the way he's leaning back on his heels and his half-cocked hip that it's him.
"Shit," I mutter under my breath, panic bubbling up inside me. What is he doing here? I think fast. I can't fucking let him in here with Jaewook here. How would I explain it to either of them? I also can't leave him out there. It's not public knowledge, but a lot of industry insiders know this is my building. If Seonho was spotted hanging around outside, it would be like a giant blinking arrow aimed at me. While I'm having a small crisis Jaewook jerks me out of it abruptly, calling out from across the room.
"It's fine. You can let your guest in. I'll hang out in your office so they won't see me."
Before I can protest, Jaewook is already moving towards my office. He gives me a reassuring smile over his shoulder as he disappears down the hallway.
I turn back to the screen. Seonho's still waiting, swaying slightly on his feet. Well, it's not like I can turn him away now.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I buzz Seonho in. My mind races, assessing how to handle this precarious situation. The elevator ride up feels like an eternity, each second amplifying my anxiety.
The doorbell rings again and I go to let Seonho in, pasting on a smile that I hope looks natural.
"Hey!" Seonho greets me brightly, his eyes lighting up when he sees Meatball bounding towards him. "Hey there, Meatball!"
Meatball goes crazy, jumping and wiggling around Seonho's feet. Seonho crouches down to give him some attention, his face breaking into a wide grin. Unlike Jaewook, Seonho has been to my apartment many times now. He and meatball are practically old friends. The dog adores him.
I'm about to welcome him in when Seonho's gaze shifts to the shoes by the door—Jaewook's shoes. His smile falters slightly as he straightens up.
"Do you have someone over?" he asks casually, but there's an edge of curiosity in his voice.
My mind scrambles for an explanation. "Uh…"
Before I can come up with anything convincing, Seonho steps past me into the apartment. His eyes land on the dining table where two plates sit amidst the remains of our lunch.
"Where did your guest go?" Seonho asks, his tone still light but his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks around.
I'm about to stammer out some half-baked excuse when Jaewook suddenly emerges from my office. My heart nearly stops as both men freeze in their tracks, staring at each other. The room fills with an unbearable tension as they clearly read the situation.
I feel paralyzed, my worst fear unfolding right before my eyes. Both men stand there silently for what feels like an eternity, each processing what they've walked into. Now's the moment they're going to put two and two together. Both men are clearly here to see me, and alone. Anyone with half a brain could figure out what that means. Even if I never clarified that I was exclusive with either of them, there's no way they could be okay with being caught in an awkward position like this. I'm about to watch it all implode, and right when I was starting to feel comfortable around them both.
Seonho breaks the silence first. He cocks his head to the side, giving Jaewook a curious look. "What are you doing here?" his tone lacks any malice, in fact, he sounds … amused?
My gaze flies to Jaewook, who is looking at Seonho with a lifted brow and a thoughtful expression. "I could ask you the same thing."
Seonho smirks and crosses his arms over his chest. That's when it dawns on me. They don't look angry. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, both men look as though they're slightly bemused by the other's presence.
"I'll give you two good guesses," Seonho replies, and to my shock jerks his chin meaningfully at me.
Jaewook glances at me and then back at Seonho. I see the thoughts cross his face, and then suddenly his eyes narrow at Seonho.
"You don't mean … is it her? Is Iseul the girl?"
My head swivels back and forth between them, and then I recognize something else. They're referencing a previous conversation. They recognized each other instantly, didn't ask for introductions…
"Wait," I say, holding my hands up as I scramble to piece it together. "Do you two know each other?"
Oh shit. If they know each other, if they're friends … and I've been sleeping with both of them…
I gasp and cover my mouth in horror. Oh, my God. What have I done?
Seonho sees my horrified look and snorts, flashing a grin at Jaewook.
"Do we know each other? I'd say that's putting it mildly." He doesn't sound upset, but his comment only confuses me further.
Having mercy on me, Jaewook says in a neutral tone. "We have a bit of history."
"Mm," Seonho grunts. "If we were to put an exact label on it—"
"Wait," Jaewook interrupts, and I glance at him, but he's holding Seonho's gaze. "Answer my question first. Is it her? Is Iseul the girl in the pictures?"
I frown, wondering what on earth he's talking about, but then it hits me. The paparazzi photos of my date with Seonho. Jaewook is asking if the girl in the photos is me.
Seonho smirks and nods at me. "Why don't you ask her?"
Jaewook turns his head my way and waits. I fidget, looking between them, but neither is speaking. They still don't look angry, but Jaewook is working something out in his head and I can't tell what Seonho's expression means. All I know is he's put me on the spot.
Finally, I swallow and just say the truth. "Yes, it was me."
Jaewook furrows his brow. "You're dating Seonho?"
I dart a look at Seonho, but he's only watching with interest.
"Yes."
Jaewook doesn't look hurt, he doesn't even look surprised. His brow is creased as if he's putting something together.
"Did you—"
"Now answer my question," Seonho cuts in. Jaewook jerks around to look at him. "What are you doing here?" Seonho repeats, emphasizing Jaewook is the one who needs to explain.
Jaewook stares at him, and then, after a moment, gives me a quick look before answering.
"I was here to see Iseul."
"Why?" Seonho asks almost immediately.
Jaewook shrugs. "I wanted to."
Seonho narrows his eyes at him. I've never seen Seonho do that before. He's usually such an easy-going, can't-be-bothered free spirit. The way he's looking at Jaewook is serious and his eyes seem to darken with his mood.
"You know that's not what I'm asking."
But Jaewook doesn't have an answer to what Seonho's really asking, so he looks at me, asking me to finally give us a name.
I push down my rising panic and make myself finally face up to it.
"I've been seeing Jaewook, too."
Seonho arches one brow. "You're sleeping with him?"
I bite my lip, but I nod. Guiltily.
For a few seconds it's dead silent, then slowly Seonho's lips start to curve and without warning, he throws his head back and laughs. Big, deep belly laughs that make his whole body shake. I jerk back, surprised, and look around at Jaewook, concerned.
Jaewook watches Seonho, but he doesn't appear the least bit amused. Seonho continues to laugh for several minutes, eventually gasping for breath as he wipes a tear from his eye.
"Are you done?" Jaewook asks flatly when Seonho finally quiets.
"Oh, not nearly," Seonho says breathlessly.
"Wha … what is happening?" I ask quietly, more to myself than anyone.
"This," Seonho says sharply, loudly, and startling me. Seonho gestures between the three of us. "This is amazing. Wah. What are the chances?"
I blink several times, trying to understand. "What … I'm not sure I get it."
Seonho shakes his head and pins his gaze on Jaewook. "Are you going to tell her, or should I?"
My eyes bounce between the two of them, confused and a little nervous.
Jaewook stares at our slightly hysterical companion for several seconds and then seems to decide that Seonho isn't capable of explaining adequately.
He turns and looks me straight in the eye calmly. "Iseul, listen." He pauses and seems to consider how to word what he's about to say next.
"The truth is, Seonho and I are a little more than just … associates. …"
"We're fucking each other, too," Seonho ungracefully supplies, looking as though he's going to start laughing again.
My jaw drops, my mind spinning as the meaning of his words sinks in.
"Yah!" Jaewook smacks the side of Seonho's head reproachfully. "What the fuck's the matter with you? You didn't have to say it like that!"
Seonho waves him off with another snort of laughter. "You're better off just getting to the point."
My eyes dart between them, my brain struggling to fit it together.
"The … the two of you are dating…dating each other?"
"Indeed," Seonho confirms, leaning against the back of my couch for support. "For four years."
If my jaw could fall open any further, my chin would hit the floor.
"Four years!" I gape, my voice high with astonishment.
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. This is so much worse than them being friends. I've been sleeping with both of their boyfriends. They're bisexual, that's a surprise, but in Seonho's case, not completely unexpected. I've known for some time that he's an open-minded person who's basically open to try anything at least once. It makes sense that he would be into men too, actually. Jaewook is another story. He seems like such a traditional person, clean-cut and masculine. I never would've assumed he was anything but straight.
But this? This is an epic catastrophe. Questions spin through my head and it gets worse the more I think about it. Did they cheat on each other with me? Did they even know the other was into women?
"I didn't know," I say, floundering. "If I knew I wouldn't have … I didn't mean to cause a problem…I thought you were both single and—"
Jaewook holds up a hand to stop me from blubbering further. "It's fine. You didn't do anything wrong, and there's no problem with our relationship. Seonho and I have an open relationship when it comes to women. We both date women on the side. We're only monogamous when it comes to other men."
I deflate a little with relief that at least I'm not the home-wrecker of a four-year relationship.
But then something occurs to me and I give them both a suspicious glance.
"You didn't plan this, did you? This isn't some scheme to get me with both of you?"
Jaewook and Seonho exchange a look.
"I had no idea Jaewook was even currently in a relationship with a woman," Seonho admits, and there's a slightly accusatory tone in his voice.
Jaewook shrugs, unapologetic. "You didn't tell me you were seeing Iseul."
"I didn't tell you her name," Seonho says between his teeth. "You knew I was with someone."
"Only because you flaunted your date to the paps. Would you have told me if those photos didn't come out?" Jaewook returns, and I follow the exchange with my head bouncing back and forth between them, intrigued.
Seonho smirks at him, but it's not a friendly look. I have a feeling I might be watching the beginning of a very important conflict unfolding between them.
"Would you have told me if I didn't walk in on your lunch date?" Seonho returns.
"Yes," Jaewook says without hesitation. "The second I thought Iseul and I were getting serious, I would have told you. But you were already thinking about making things official with her."
My eyes widen as I stare at Seonho, looking for confirmation. Seonho's eyes flick my way briefly, and for a second I think I see him wince.
"I didn't know if it would be possible yet," Seonho admits. I'm stunned, both by this unbelievable situation and that apparently both of these men had already been considering the possibility of a serious relationship with me. I can't decipher the look in Jaewook's eyes, but before this goes any further, I decide to step in.
"Look, I think I'm the one at fault here," I step between them, and the guilt wells up inside of me for the mess I've created. "I didn't intend to get involved with either of you long term, at least not at first, and if I had known either of you considered me anything more than just a casual fling, I wouldn't have…"
Jaewook holds up his hand again to halt my apology. "You don't have to apologize. You're allowed to date whoever you want. I can hardly blame you when I disappeared for an entire month without warning. If anything, it's my fault for not clarifying sooner that I didn't want something casual."
"He's right," Seonho agrees with a look of chagrin. "We jumped into it fast and I never attempted to correct your impression that I just wanted someone to hook up with."
I frown and search both their faces. "Why didn't you?" I ask them both.
Jaewook presses his lips together, but Seonho sighs.
"I was afraid of scaring you off," he confesses, flashes me a pained look. "I've heard all about your past relationships, and I thought you might be a little wary of commitment now because of how they ended. I was just having fun being with you. I didn't want to ruin it by pushing you toward something you weren't ready for."
"Me too," Jaewook hops in. He rubs the back of his neck and his expression seems strained. "I could tell you were already a little unsure about getting involved with me in the beginning because you were afraid your reputation might damage mine or something. Even though I told you I don't care, I could tell it's something you're still concerned about. I just wanted to be sure your feelings were growing like mine were before I brought up the possibility of becoming anything in an official capacity."
Both of their confessions feel like double punches. There's a weird mix of apprehension, confusion, and something warm roiling around inside me.
"I … Well, I wasn't expecting this." I think about it for a moment and then decide to just speak my mind. "I am a little scared of what will happen if the world finds out that either of you two are involved with me. But I like both of you a lot. I don't want that to end yet."
Jaewook and Seonho hold each other's gaze for a few seconds, seeming to have a silent conversation.
"Well then, now that's out in the open—" Seonho locks his eyes with mine. "The question is, what do we do now?"
I look between Seonho and Jaewook, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over me. "I … I don't see how I can continue dating both of you," I say, my heart heavy. "And I can't see a way to choose between you, either."
Seonho tilts his head, his expression thoughtful. Jaewook's brows knit together, clearly wrestling with his own thoughts.
"And what about you two?" I continue, my eyes darting between them. "Are you really okay with dating the same woman? It seems like that would be … complicated."
Jaewook rubs the back of his neck, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Seonho and I have never really discussed what would happen if one of us developed feelings for a woman," he admits. "Maybe we do need to think it through."
Before I can respond, Seonho interrupts, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Actually, I wouldn't mind."
Both Jaewook and I turn to stare at him in surprise.
"You wouldn't mind?" Jaewook echoes, clearly taken aback.
Seonho shrugs nonchalantly. "Nope. I've thought about it before. I'm not opposed to sharing if it's someone we both care about."
I start to protest, shaking my head vigorously. "This is too complicated. It wouldn't be fair to either of you. And what about the media? They'd have a field day with this."
Jaewook looks at Seonho, then back at me, his expression contemplative. "But maybe it could work," he says slowly.
My eyes widen in disbelief. "You can't be serious."
Seonho grins, his usual playful demeanor shining through. "Why not? Let's just have a polyamorous relationship."
The room falls silent as his words hang in the air. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I try to process what he's suggesting.
"Polyamorous?" I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper.
Seonho nods, his grin widening. "Yeah. Think about it—no need to choose between us, no jealousy or secrecy. We all get to be together."
Jaewook seems to be seriously considering it, which only adds to my confusion and anxiety.
"This is crazy," I murmur, more to myself than anyone else.
"Is it?" Seonho counters gently. "Or is it just unconventional?"
Jaewook finally speaks up again, his tone thoughtful and measured. "It would take some adjusting," he says slowly. "But if we all agree and communicate openly … maybe it could work."
I look between them again, feeling torn and overwhelmed by the enormity of what they're proposing.
"I don't know," I say honestly. "I've never even considered something like this before."
Seonho's eyes sparkle with mischief as he starts to outline his plan. "Think about it, Iseul. We already have an existing relationship, Jaewook and I. We wouldn't have to adjust to another man being around or change our dynamic when we're together with you. It means you wouldn't have to split your time between us. No jealousy, no need for secrecy between the three of us."
I chew on my lower lip, my mind racing. The idea is so far out of left field that I can't even wrap my head around it.
"And," Seonho continues, "this would take the pressure off you for having feelings for both of us. You wouldn't have to choose or feel guilty about liking us both. To me, it makes the most sense."
I glance at Jaewook, who nods slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. My thoughts immediately go to the implications. I already have a scandalous reputation; this would be the cherry on top. Netizens and crazed fans would make me a K-pop villain.
"Seonho," I say slowly, "polyamory isn't even legal in Korea."
Seonho shrugs. "We don't have to get married. There's nothing illegal about three people being in a relationship."
My heart pounds as I consider the enormity of what he's suggesting. "But what happens when the media finds out? Dating one of you is already risky enough; dating both of you? That would be a disaster."
Jaewook steps forward, his expression calm and reassuring. "We don't have to confirm or deny anything. We can keep it private and ride out rumors. Besides, Seonho and I already have a lot of experience in keeping a taboo relationship secret."
Seonho nods in agreement. "When you think about it, the media finding out you're in a relationship with both of us would probably be less scandalous than if they found out Jaewook and I were dating."
I can't help but let out a bitter laugh at that. They're not wrong; a polyamorous relationship might actually cause less of an uproar than a same-sex one in this country.
"But it's still insane," I argue, my voice rising slightly. "You know how relentless the media can be. They dig into every aspect of our lives."
"We're used to it," Jaewook says softly, stepping closer to me. "We've been dealing with this for years."
I look into his eyes and see the sincerity there, but it doesn't quell the storm inside me.
"You're asking me to risk everything," I whisper.
"And we're willing to risk everything too," Seonho replies firmly. "We're all in this together, Iseul."
I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into an abyss of uncertainty and chaos. But there's also something thrilling about it—something liberating.
"Iseul," Jaewook says gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to decide right now. Just think about it."
I take a deep breath and nod slowly. My mind is spinning with all the possibilities and consequences.
Seonho leans close to say in a husky murmur, "And if you need more motivation to accept, imagine all the things Jaewook and I could do together. You ever had two men inside of you at the same time, Miss Kwon?"
My throat goes dry as a pulse of heat punches through me. I resist the urge to press my legs together because the picture he's painting in my head … I like it a lot. Seonho seems to know exactly what he's done judging by the naughty grin spread across his lips and the spark in his eyes.
"I will think about it," I finally say. Even though, deep inside, I think I already know the answer. I don't want to admit it, even to myself, but the idea that I get to keep both of them … the possibilities. Even though it's not something I ever considered doing, I suddenly really want to try it.
Seonho grins widely and Jaewook gives me an encouraging smile.
"I can live with that," Seonho says softly.