There's a notable void left behind once Seonho and Jaewook are gone. I sit on the couch, staring at the door they just walked out of, my mind spinning with everything they've said. The silence is deafening, amplifying the chaos in my head.
I stand up and start pacing, trying to process their proposal. The three of us? Together? At the same time? It's crazy. Isn't it? I know, logically, there are so many ways this can go wrong. I know I shouldn't. I've already caused enough trouble as it is. Imagine if something like this were to get out after everything I've already done. They'll probably ban me from the country.
Yet, it's … growing on me. Even though I know how bad it could be, now that the possibility's been laid on the table. I kind of like it.
I wander into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water, hoping it will help clear my head. I take a sip and lean against the counter, staring out the window at the city lights. My mind keeps drifting back to Seonho's words. His confident smile as he laid out his plan.
It makes sense in a twisted kind of way. But then there's the media, the public scrutiny, the relentless invasion of privacy. I know how brutal they can be. I've lived through it.
I take another sip of water and close my eyes, trying to imagine what it would be like to be with both Seonho and Jaewook. To share my life with them, to navigate the complexities of such an unconventional relationship.
A small smile tugs at my lips as I remember Seonho's suggestive promise. heat rushes my veins and I picture Seonho and Jaewook together, vividly. I can't unsee it now that I know they're together, and I don't hate it. Not at all.
But then doubt creeps in again. What if it all goes wrong? What if I end up hurting both of them? What if I'm not strong enough to handle the judgment and criticism that will inevitably come our way?
Their willingness to take that risk means something. It means they see something worth fighting for in me, in us. But is that enough?
I close my eyes and let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of their proposal pressing down on me. This isn't just about me anymore; it's about all three of us. If I agree to this, I'm committing not just to one relationship but two—and not just two separate relationships but one intertwined, complex web of emotions and connections.
The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying.
I think about Seonho's playful charm, his ability to make me laugh even when I'm feeling down. The way he looks at me like I'm the only person in the room when we're together.
And then there's Jaewook—calm, collected Jaewook—who sees through my tough exterior and understands the vulnerability underneath. The way he listens so intently when I speak, making me feel truly heard.
Could I really have both? Could we make this work?
The city outside starts to quiet down as night deepens into early morning hours. The sky lightens just slightly with pre-dawn hues by the time exhaustion finally pulls me under into restless sleep filled with fragmented dreams of what might be possible if I take this leap with them.
When I wake up later that morning, bleary-eyed but no closer to a decision, I'm nothing but disquiet and distracted thoughts.
I head to the recording studio, but my mind is miles away. The usual buzz of excitement I feel when I step into this creative space is dulled by my thoughts. I sit at the mixing board, Seungmin's voice in my ear as he discusses our latest project, but I'm only half-listening.
"Iseul, you okay?" Seungmin's voice cuts through my fog. He leans in, concern etched on his face.
"Yeah, just … a lot on my mind," I say, forcing a smile.
He gives me a knowing look but doesn't press further. We've been friends long enough for him to know when to push and when to let me be. I try to focus on the music, losing myself in the beats and rhythms, but it's no use. My thoughts keep circling back to Seonho and Jaewook.
After a few hours, I head to Dynamix Dance Academy for my classes. The familiar scent of sweat and floor polish greets me as I walk through the doors. My students are already warming up, chatting excitedly amongst themselves. Normally, their energy is infectious, but today it barely registers.
I start the class with some basic warm-ups, guiding them through each movement with practiced ease. But even as my body moves through the familiar routines, my mind is elsewhere. What would it be like to be with both of them? Could we really make it work?
"Iseul-ssi? Are you okay?" One of my students asks during a break.
I snap back to reality and give her a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. Just a bit tired."
The rest of the class passes in a blur of music and movement. By the time it's over, I'm exhausted—not from the physical exertion, but from the mental gymnastics I've been doing all day.
As I walk back to my apartment, the evening air cools my heated skin. The city lights flicker on one by one, casting a soft glow over Cheongdam-Dong. I find myself wandering aimlessly, trying to sort through my tangled emotions.
Back in my apartment, I collapse onto the couch and stare at the ceiling. The decision I've been avoiding all day looms over me like a storm cloud. I can't keep going like this—torn between two incredible men who both deserve more than half of my attention.
I grab my phone and open up a new message thread. My fingers hover over the keyboard as I take a deep breath. This is it—the moment where I decide if I'm brave enough to take this leap.
I send the message and drop my phone onto the couch beside me, feeling both relief and anxiety wash over me. There's no turning back now; I've made my choice.
Now all that's left is to wait for their responses—and hope that we're all on the same page about what comes next.
***
Seonho
Jaewook's place is always so pristine, almost sterile. I lounge on his sleek leather couch, my feet propped up on the coffee table. The TV hums in the background, but neither of us is paying attention to it. Jaewook paces back and forth, his hands running through his hair anxiously.
"She hasn't texted or called," Jaewook mutters, his voice tight with worry. "What if she's changed her mind?"
I watch him, trying to hide my amusement. "Relax. Given the situation, I think she's allowed a little time to consider her options."
He stops pacing and turns to face me, his eyes wide with concern. "But what if she decides she can't do this? What if—"
"Stop," I interrupt, holding up a hand. "Iseul's not like that. She doesn't back down from a challenge."
Jaewook sighs and sinks into the armchair across from me, his shoulders slumping. "I know, but this is different. This isn't just about her career or her public image. This is personal."
I nod, understanding his worry. Iseul's always been fiercely independent and headstrong. The idea of sharing her heart with two men is bound to be overwhelming.
"Have you really thought this through?" Jaewook asks suddenly, his gaze piercing. "Are you okay with sharing a woman?"
I meet his eyes and grin. "Jaewook-ah, I thought you know me better than that. Do you really think I've never shared a woman before?"
He whips out and punches me hard on the arm.
"You know what I mean!" he scolds, rolling his eyes.
I lean back, sobering as I consider his real question. It's not something I've taken lightly. But every time I think about Iseul—her fiery spirit, her infectious laughter—I know it's worth it.
"Trust me. This is the best outcome any of us could've hoped for," I say, my voice steady. "I know Iseul by now. One of the things I like best about her is her fearlessness and her willingness to try new things."
Jaewook looks at me, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "You really think she'll go for it?"
I nod, confident. "Absolutely. She's not the type to shy away from something just because it's unconventional."
At that moment, both our phones buzz simultaneously. We exchange a glance before grabbing our devices. My heart skips a beat when I see Iseul's name on the screen.
"Come over," her message reads.
A grin spreads across my face as I show Jaewook my phone. "See? Told you."
Jaewook's expression softens, relief washing over his features. "Let's go, then."
We head to the garage, and Jaewook unlocks his sleek black sedan. He insists on driving, and I don't argue. The last thing we need is for someone to spot my custom Jaguar and start asking questions. We slide into the car, the engine purring to life as Jaewook navigates through the city streets.
The drive is quiet, anticipation and nerves hanging in the air. I can tell Jaewook is just as anxious as I am, though he hides it better. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, but his face remains calm.
We pull up to Iseul's building, and Jaewook parks in a discreet spot. We both take a deep breath before heading inside. The elevator ride feels like an eternity, each floor passing by with agonizing slowness.
Finally, we reach her floor, and Jaewook presses the buzzer. A moment later, Iseul's voice crackles through the intercom. "Come up."
The door clicks open, and we step into her apartment. Iseul's French bulldog, Meatball, bounds up to us immediately, his little body wiggling with excitement. I crouch down to scratch behind his ears while Jaewook gives him a gentle pat.
"Hey there, buddy," I murmur to Meatball before standing up.
Iseul appears in the doorway of her living room, and my breath catches in my throat. She's wearing a stunning bodycon dress that hugs every curve perfectly. Her long black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. She's holding a bottle of wine and three glasses.
"Welcome," she says with a smile.
Jaewook and I exchange a glance before stepping into the living room. Iseul pours each of us a glass of wine and hands them out silently. We all take a seat—Jaewook on one end of the couch, me on the other, with Iseul in the middle.
I take a sip of the wine, savoring the rich flavor, before setting my glass down on the coffee table. The silence stretches out between us like an invisible barrier.
"So," Iseul finally says, breaking the tension. "You both know why we're here."
Jaewook nods, his gaze fixed on her face. "We do."
She takes a deep breath, her fingers tightening around her glass. "This thing we're suggesting … this whole throuple thing…it's a lot."
I laugh softly. "That's an understatement."
Iseul shoots me a look that could melt steel before turning back to Jaewook. "I need to know that you're both serious about this."
"We are," Jaewook says firmly. "We wouldn't be here if we weren't."
I nod in agreement. "We're all in this together."
Iseul looks down at her glass for a moment before lifting her eyes to meet ours again. There's vulnerability there that she rarely shows—a glimpse of the woman behind the fierce exterior.
"I've never done anything like this before," she admits softly.
"Neither have we," I say gently.
"But we're willing to try," Jaewook adds.
Iseul takes another sip of her wine, considering our words carefully. The silence stretches out again as she weighs her options.
Finally, she sets her glass down with a decisive clink and looks at both of us with determination in her eyes. "I think … I want to try this. But before I commit to anything, I need to know what it's like to be with both of you physically at the same time."
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We lay there for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of being close to each other. Then, Jaewook clears his throat and I know it's time to talk.
"Well, what do you think? Is this..the three of us together, going to work for you?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
Iseul looks up at him, her eyes shining. "Oh, hell yeah," she says, her voice firm. "This was the best fucking time of my life."
Jaewook grins and leans down to kiss her. "That's a relief," he says. "Because I don't think I could give you up now."
I smile and kiss Iseul's shoulder. A sense of contentment washes over me. I've never been in a relationship like this before, but I know that it's what I want. I want to be with Iseul, and I want to share her with Jaewook.
We talk for a while about how we're going to make this work. We know that it won't be easy, especially since we're all in the public eye. But I'm not scared, and I don't think Jaewook is either.
"We'll have to be careful," Iseul says, her voice thoughtful. "We can't be seen together, not any of us. Even if one of you was seen with me, it might lead to the other, eventually. There's no telling what would happen then."
Jaewook nods in agreement. "We'll have to be discreet," he says. "Maybe we can meet up at each other's apartments. We need to find safe places where there won't be public eyes on us at all times."
I nod, my mind already racing with ideas. "I know a few places," I say. "You'd be surprised just how many places there are that specialize in shielding celebrity clients."
Iseul smiles and leans against me. "I like that idea," she says. "We can make it work."
We talk for a while longer, making plans and discussing the logistics of our relationship. It's not going to be easy, but damn, do I want it to work. I know Iseul's worried more for Jaewook and me than she is herself, but she doesn't have to. While Jaewook might be new to the spotlight since his break into leading roles lately, I have been the face of my band since I was eighteen. My career's been long and successful and I've accomplished nearly everything an idol could hope to. I have nothing to lose and I no longer care about my reputation. I've done my time at the top and now it's time to live my life for me. And what I want in my life is Jaewook and Iseul, both of them.
As we lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, I'm just grateful. Grateful for this chance to be with the two people I care about most. Grateful for the opportunity to explore this new kind of relationship. And I promise myself we're all going to have a hell of a lot of fun doing it, to whatever end.