Moving boxes into a new penthouse apartment sounds glamorous until you're actually doing it. Ara and Haein are already here, chatting away as they help unpack my things. Seonho's bandmates, Hanbin, Donghyun, and Jaejin, are all joking and teasing each other as they move Seonho's and Jaewook's stuff in.
"Careful with that!" I shout at Hanbin as he nearly drops a box labeled "Fragile."
"Sorry, Iseul!" he laughs, catching it just in time. "Blame Seonho for making me carry all the heavy stuff."
Seonho rolls his eyes, grinning. "You need to work out more, flower boy. You've fallen victim to the idol physique."
"Yeah, yeah," Hanbin mutters, but he's smiling.
Ara and Haein are setting up the kitchen, bickering over where to put the plates.
"Left cabinet," Ara insists.
"No, right cabinet," Haein counters.
I laugh helplessly. "You two argue like an old married couple."
Ara sticks her tongue out at me. "We just want everything to be perfect for you."
"Thanks," I say, genuinely touched. "I appreciate it."
Seonho comes over and wraps an arm around my shoulders. "How does it feel to finally be moved in?"
I lean into him, feeling the warmth of his presence. "Amazing. I can't believe we're really doing this."
Donghyun appears with a box of snacks and drinks. "Alright, let's take a break! Time to celebrate!"
We all gather in the living room, settling down on the floor with snacks and drinks spread out before us. The mood is light and filled with laughter as we share stories and jokes.
But then I notice something—or rather someone—missing.
"Hey, where's Jaewook?" I ask, glancing around the room, my brow furrowing in confusion.
Seonho shrugs nonchalantly, his arm still draped around my shoulders. "Didn't notice him leave."
Just as I'm about to pull out my phone to text him, the door chimes. We all turn our heads in unison to see Jaewook stepping in, balancing a large box in his arms. His entrance is so perfectly timed that it feels almost cinematic.
"What's that?" I ask, curiosity piqued as I eye the box he's carrying.
Seonho's face lights up with hopeful anticipation. "Snacks?" he asks, his voice tinged with excitement, already reaching out as if he can will the box to reveal its contents.
Jaewook shakes his head with a mysterious smile that makes my heart skip a beat. "Nope. Housewarming present," he announces, his voice tinged with playful secrecy.
With a flourish, he sets the box down gently on the table and lifts the lid. My eyes widen as a cream-colored French Bulldog puppy, all big eyes and tiny paws, peers out curiously.
Ara and Haein immediately swoop in on the puppy like a pair of hawks, their squeals of delight filling the room. They kneel beside the box, fawning and cooing over the little furball, who seems to lap up the attention with an adorable tilt of its head.
"Look at those ears!" Ara exclaims, her voice an octave higher than usual, while Haein gently strokes the puppy's soft fur, a look of pure bliss on his face.
"Oh my God, he's adorable!" Ara exclaims, picking up the puppy gently.
Haein's eyes sparkle as she scratches behind its ears. "Look at those little paws!"
Seonho and his bandmates start teasing Jaewook mercilessly.
"Look at you, sucking up to the women," Donghyun says with a laugh.
"Trying to win some brownie points?" Jaejin adds.
Jaewook ignores them, focused on me with that mischievous smile of his. "I felt left out being the only one without a dog."
I can't help but grin as I join Ara and Haein in cooing over the puppy. The little guy is squirming happily in Ara's arms, his tiny tail wagging furiously.
"What are we going to name him?" Haein asks excitedly.
Seonho leans over to get a closer look at the puppy. "How about Butter? Because he's so creamy."
Ara laughs. "Butter? Really?"
Jaewook chuckles too, but looks thoughtful. "Actually … Butter isn't bad."
I take the puppy from Ara's arms and hold him close to my chest. His fur is soft against my skin, and I can feel his tiny heart beating rapidly.
"Butter," I say softly, testing out the name. The puppy looks up at me with big, trusting eyes as if he approves.
"Butter it is," Jaewook declares with a satisfied nod.
Seonho nudges me playfully. "Looks like Meatball has a new little brother."
I laugh, imagining Meatball's reaction when he meets Butter for the first time. He's always been good with other dogs; I'm sure they'll get along just fine.
The room fills with laughter and chatter again as everyone takes turns holding Butter and playing with him. Even Seonho's bandmates seem smitten by the little guy despite their earlier teasing.
As I sit back and watch my friends interact—Ara and Haein giggling like schoolgirls over Butter's antics; Seonho laughing heartily at one of Donghyun's jokes; Jaewook smiling contentedly—I feel an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over me.
This is what I've always wanted: a home filled with love, laughter, and companionship—not just from one person but from multiple people who mean everything to me.
And now we have Butters too—a new addition to our unconventional family that makes everything feel even more complete.
* * *
That night, after everyone leaves, the apartment feels quieter but warmer. Butters is curled up in my lap, his tiny snores barely audible over the sound of Seonho and Jaewook bickering playfully about who gets to sit closer to me.
"Move over, you giant," Seonho grumbles, shoving Jaewook's shoulder lightly.
Jaewook laughs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Why should I? I was here first."
I roll my eyes at their antics, but can't help the smile tugging at my lips. "Boys, there's enough room for both of you," I say, patting the couch on either side of me.
Seonho settles in on my left, Jaewook on my right. Butters shifts slightly in my lap but remains asleep, his little body warm against mine.
"Alright, what are we reading tonight?" I ask, reaching for my phone on the coffee table.
Seonho grins widely. "I found a new one that's been getting a lot of attention. It's called 'Scandalous Hearts.'"
Jaewook raises an eyebrow. "Sounds juicy."
I unlock my phone and open the fanfiction site we frequent. It's become one of our favorite pastimes—reading stories fans write about us. Some are sweet and romantic; others are downright filthy. Either way, they're always entertaining.
"Here it is," I say, pulling up the story and adjusting the screen so we can all see it. "Chapter one: 'The Forbidden Love Triangle.'"
Seonho snorts. "Oh, this should be good."
I start reading aloud, trying to keep my voice steady despite the ridiculousness of some of the descriptions.
"Kwon Iseul stood in the middle of her lavish apartment, torn between two equally irresistible men—Yoon Seonho, with his mischievous smile and charismatic aura, and Go Jaewook, whose calm demeanor and striking features made him impossible to ignore."
Jaewook chuckles softly. "Irresistible, huh? They got that part right."
Seonho nudges him playfully. "Calm demeanor? You?"
I continue reading, barely suppressing a laugh as the story dives into a dramatic scene where Seonho and Jaewook are fighting for my affection.
"'You can't have her!' Seonho shouted, his eyes blazing with determination."
Jaewook rolls his eyes dramatically. "Really? I don't think I've ever shouted like that in my life."
"'She deserves someone who will treat her right,' Jaewook countered calmly, his voice steady but filled with emotion."
Seonho snickers. "Filled with emotion? More like filled with sarcasm."
We all burst into laughter, Butters stirring slightly in my lap before settling back down.
The story continues with increasingly absurd scenarios—secret rendezvous in hidden gardens, heated arguments that end in passionate kisses, and dramatic declarations of love under the moonlight.
By the time we reach the end of the chapter, we're all wiping tears from our eyes from laughing so hard.
"That was … something," I say between giggles.
Jaewook nods, still chuckling. "I'll give them points for creativity."
Seonho leans back against the couch, a satisfied smile on his face. "We should leave a comment or something. Let them know we appreciate their hard work."
I grin at him. "Good idea." I type out a quick comment under our shared pseudonym:
"Loved this chapter! Can't wait to see what happens next! - The Real Trio ;)"
We all laugh again as I hit 'post.'
Butters wakes up and stretches before climbing onto Seonho's lap. He pets him gently while Jaewook rests his head on my shoulder.
As we continue reading through the fanfictions, Seonho can't help but notice a trend. "It's always Jaewook who's the bottom in these stories," he says, chuckling. "I guess fans have a type."
Jaewook rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression. "I guess they do," he says. "But they'd be in for a surprise if they knew the truth."
Seonho grins mischievously. "Maybe we should write our own fanfiction," he suggests. "Set the record straight."
I raise an eyebrow. "Our own fanfiction?" I repeat. "What would we write about?"
Seonho thinks for a moment before his eyes light up with an idea. "How about a scandalous female popstar who steals the hearts of two of the hottest men in the industry?" he says.
Jaewook and I both laugh, but there's a spark of interest in Jaewook's eyes. "That could be fun," he says.
I nod in agreement. "But we'd have to make it realistic," I say. "We can't just write about some generic love triangle."
Seonho nods. "We'll have to brainstorm," he says. "Come up with some ideas for scenes that are true to life."
I smile at him. "I like the way you're thinking," I say. "But how are we going to do that?"
Seonho grins. "I have an idea," he says, setting Butters aside and lifting me up in his arms. "Let's take this to the bedroom."
Jaewook follows us, a playful smirk on his face. "I like where this is going," he says.
As Seonho lays me down on the bed, Jaewook joins us, his hands roaming over my body. I feel a thrill of excitement as they start to kiss and worship me, their touches sending waves of pleasure through my body.
As we move together, I can't help but think about how far I've come. From a disgraced girl group member to a nearly untouchable idol, my relationship with Seonho and Jaewook has cemented my place in the industry. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I moan as Seonho's lips find mine, his tongue teasing my own. Jaewook's hands are on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I can feel their desire, their need for me, and it only fuels my own.
As we continue to explore each other's bodies, I start to think about the fanfiction we're going to write. I know it's going to be steamy, but I also want it to be true to life. I want to capture the complexity of our relationship, the way we all fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
I break away from Seonho's kiss and look up at Jaewook. "What do you think?" I ask. "Should we start brainstorming now?"
Jaewook grins. "I think we're already doing a pretty good job," he says, his fingers tracing a path down my spine.
I laugh, but I know he's right. We're all so in tune with each other, it's like we can read each other's minds. And as we continue to move together, I know that we're going to create something truly special.
As the night wears on, we take turns brainstorming ideas for our fanfiction. We talk about our favorite moments together, the ones that make us laugh, the ones that make us cry. And we use those moments as inspiration for our story.
By the time the sun starts to rise, we're exhausted but exhilarated. We've created something that's truly ours, something that captures the essence of our relationship. And as I drift off to sleep, wrapped in the arms of the two men I love, I know that I wouldn't have it any other way.