I never thought one night could change my life. Not in the way it did. Working late shifts as a hotel waitress, I had seen my share of interesting people, but none like them—Jun and Seong.
It was just another quiet evening. The lounge was filled with its usual after-hours crowd: businessmen nursing drinks, a couple of tourists chatting in low voices, and the hum of soft music playing in the background. I leaned against the bar, trying to keep myself awake, my mind drifting to how boring and predictable my life had become.
Then, they walked in.
I didn't notice them at first—just two men, laughing quietly together as they took a seat in my section. But as I got closer, something about them pulled me in. Jun, with his soft eyes and gentle smile, radiated warmth that seemed to reach out and wrap around me. Seong, on the other hand, was sharp—his gaze intense, almost commanding. The contrast between them was magnetic, and I found myself staring longer than I should.
I approached their table, trying to focus, but the energy between them felt almost… electric. "What can I get you?" I asked, forcing a smile, though my heart was racing for reasons I couldn't explain.
Jun looked up first, his eyes locking onto mine in a way that made my stomach flip. "Just a bottle of wine, please," he said softly, his voice smooth and calm. Seong glanced up then, his eyes lingering on me for a beat longer than I expected. I felt the air thicken around us, and I wondered if they felt it too.
I nodded, scribbling down their order and hurrying back to the bar, my pulse racing. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen, something I wasn't prepared for.
As I returned with the wine, their conversation stopped. Both sets of eyes were on me, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks under their gaze. I poured the wine, my hands slightly trembling, trying not to make a fool of myself. But when Jun's hand brushed mine as I handed him the glass, a spark shot through me.
It wasn't just attraction—it was more intense, like the air between us had shifted, thick with unspoken possibilities. I quickly stepped back, needing distance, but not before catching the way Seong looked at Jun. There was something more than love in his eyes—something possessive, yet curious. I wasn't sure what it meant, but it made me feel like I was standing on the edge of something… dangerous.
The rest of the night blurred together. I couldn't help but steal glances at them—Jun's easy smile, Seong's sharp, lingering looks. And then, as I was clearing their table, Jun spoke again.
"Would you like to join us for a drink after your shift?"
I froze, not expecting the invitation. My heart raced. Part of me wanted to say no, to walk away from whatever this was before it could begin. But another part, a deeper, hidden part, wanted to know what would happen if I said yes.
"I—sure," I heard myself say, as if someone else had taken control of my voice.
And just like that, the night changed.
I didn't know it then, but that decision would unravel everything I thought I knew about love, about desire, and about myself. And as I sat down with Jun and Seong, feeling the weight of their attention on me, I had no idea what kind of world I was stepping into
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As I sat down at their table, I couldn't shake the sense that something was shifting. I wasn't sure what exactly was happening between us, but it felt like more than just small talk. Jun leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on me with a kind of warmth that felt both inviting and dangerous. Seong, by contrast, studied me closely, his intensity almost unsettling.
"So, how long have you worked here?" Jun asked, his voice soft, almost too calm for the way my heart was racing.
"About a year," I answered, trying to keep my tone steady. "It's not too exciting, but it pays the bills."
Seong smirked, his gaze never leaving me. "You're more than just a waitress, though. I can tell."
I swallowed, unsure of how to respond. There was something about the way Seong spoke, as if he could see right through me, that made me feel vulnerable and exposed.
Jun's hand brushed against mine on the table, his touch sending a shiver up my arm. "He's right," Jun said softly. "There's something about you, Censia. Something… different."
My breath caught in my throat, and I didn't know how to respond. I felt the tension thickening between the three of us, unspoken but undeniable. Jun's hand lingered on mine, and Seong's eyes darkened as he watched.
I finally found my voice. "What do you mean?"
Jun's gaze softened, and he leaned in closer, his voice lowering. "It's just… you have this energy about you. Like you're holding something back."
Seong nodded, leaning in as well. "Something you're not letting the world see. But I see it. We see it."
My heart was pounding in my chest, and my mind was spinning. What were they seeing in me? And why did it feel like they were offering me something more than just conversation?
I glanced between them, feeling suddenly very small, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the way their words were stirring something deep inside me. Something I hadn't felt in a long time.
"I… don't know what you mean," I stammered, though I knew exactly what they meant. I just wasn't ready to admit it.
Jun smiled softly, his hand sliding up my arm, his touch sending a rush of warmth through my body. "You don't have to say anything. I can feel it."
Seong leaned in even closer, his voice a low rumble. "You feel it too, don't you?"
I hesitated, looking between them. I could feel the heat rising between us, the tension building with every second. They were both so close now, and the intensity in their eyes made it impossible to deny what was happening.
"I… I don't know," I whispered, but it was a lie. I did know. I could feel it in every fiber of my being.
Jun's fingers gently tilted my chin so I was looking directly into his eyes. "You do know, Censia. It's okay to want this. To want us."
My heart raced, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. His words hung in the air, daring me to admit what I had been trying to ignore all night.
Seong's voice cut in, smooth but firm. "We've talked about this—Jun and I. We've never felt this way about anyone else, but with you… it's different."
I blinked, trying to understand what he was saying. "Different how?"
Seong glanced at Jun, and for a moment, something unspoken passed between them. Then, Seong leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Because we want you. Both of us. Together."
My breath hitched. I hadn't expected them to say it so plainly, but now that it was out in the open, I couldn't pretend I hadn't felt the same pull. I had noticed the way Jun looked at me, the way Seong's eyes lingered on mine. And now, they were offering me something I hadn't even dared to imagine.
Jun's thumb traced my jawline softly. "It doesn't have to be complicated. We don't want to pressure you, but we wanted you to know how we feel."
Seong's hand rested lightly on my thigh, the touch barely there but enough to send a ripple of desire through me. "If you want to walk away, we'll understand," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. "But if you stay, we'll make sure you never regret it."
I couldn't think. My body was buzzing, my mind racing. Every nerve in my body screamed for me to make a decision, but my heart felt torn between fear and desire. I looked at Jun, then at Seong, and realized they were both waiting for me. No pressure, but the decision was mine to make.
Finally, I whispered, "I… I don't want to walk away."
Jun's face lit up with a smile that made my knees weak. "Then stay," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine in the softest kiss. "We want this just as much as you do."
Seong's hand tightened slightly on my thigh, and when I looked over, his eyes were burning with intensity. "This is only the beginning, Censia. We're just getting started."
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In that moment, I realized that whatever came next, I was ready. Not just for them, but for the possibilities I hadn't even allowed myself to dream of.