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Rumi woke up before the others, as always.
The room was wrapped in darkness, barely illuminated by Seoul’s distant night lights filtering through the curtains. Mira’s arm rested heavily across her waist, while Zoey slept practically on top of both of them, hugging Mr. Melon as if he were an official member of the relationship.
Rumi let out a quiet laugh through her nose.
Years ago, she would have given anything for a moment like this. Now she had it.
And yet… some nights she still woke up expecting to feel pain.
More than six years had passed since their debut, and over time Rumi had learned to hide the unbearable pain in her body. One day it was her arms, another her legs, another headaches. But it was almost always her damn back.
The girls noticed everything. Every strange movement, every restrained gesture. Even though they offered massages or rest, Rumi’s answer was always the same:
“I’m fine, don’t worry.”
"How stubborn", Mira often thought.
Deep down, Rumi craved hands on her body, but no one was supposed to see her marks, so she dealt with it alone. Celine had taught her yoga poses to stretch her muscles and finally relax. It was the least she could do, since she knew it was her fault that her daughter reacted physically to any kind of stress.
When there was no other choice, Rumi would lock herself in her room to do yoga in secret. She felt a little embarrassed doing it in front of her members, and she could only wear extra comfortable clothes—nothing loose or uncomfortable. It was the only time she could be without hiding her body.
One day, Zoey opened the door to her room to tell her dinner was ready. Rumi was in bitilasana pose.
“Wow, Rums… I didn’t know you were waiting for us like this,” Zoey teased, laughing as she watched her leader scramble up, completely red and surprised.
Rumi was extremely relieved she had been wearing her hoodie at that moment.
After that small incident, the girls became more than comfortable watching Rumi’s little routines when she needed them, and even joined her. It was fun; they always lost their balance and fell, filling the room with laughter. Zoey and Mira’s laughter had become the most beautiful melodies Rumi had ever heard.
Despite those mini sessions, the two girls constantly complained that their leader never wanted to join them in the bathtub.
“IT’S THE BEST THING FOR YOUR BODY!” they insisted.
They loved her, but sometimes she was hard to understand.
When they resealed the Honmoon, Rumi felt as free as a bird released from its cage. She no longer felt even a shred of guilt for loving her girls, and they loved her just as fiercely — her and her beautiful shining marks.
They didn’t waste any time and confessed their feelings. Now, almost two years together, they couldn’t be happier. No more lies, no more anguish. Just love, food, turtles… and the occasional hip pain as the cherry on top.
At least their break had finally started, and they were making the most of it by sleeping.
That night, however, the pain was stronger than usual. Rumi got up carefully, trying not to wake them. She stretched slowly and, before leaving the room, paused to admire her lovers, giving each a soft kiss on the head.
“Now a kiss for your son,” Zoey protested sleepily, lifting Mr. Melon.
Rumi smiled and kissed the plush turtle’s head.
“Go back to sleep,” she whispered tenderly, stroking Zoey’s cheek with her index finger.
She walked barefoot through the living room, rolling her shoulders and waist gently. Everything was fine… until she twisted her torso too sharply. A sharp pain shot through her spine. She let out a muffled groan.
She heard the bedroom door open. Soft footsteps approached.
Mira wrapped her in a warm embrace from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder.
“Did I wake you?” Rumi murmured, embarrassed.
“Zoey woke me up. She said you looked off,” Mira replied, planting soft kisses on her crown. “Back again?”
Before Rumi could protest, Mira took her hand and guided her back to the room. When they entered, Rumi froze.
Zoey was awake, arranging pillows and lighting the last aromatic candles. The room smelled of lavender and vanilla.
“Welcome to our private spa, beautiful,” Zoey said with an exaggerated bow and a mischievous smile.
“You didn’t have to do all this…” Rumi started, but Mira was already gently lifting her shirt.
“Shh. Let us pamper you,” Mira whispered against her ear.
Rumi gave in. She lay face down in the center of the bed. Mira knelt beside her, lifting her shirt up to her shoulder blades and lowering her pajama pants slightly to expose her lower back. Zoey sat near her head, sliding the straps of her shirt off her shoulders with care.
When Mira’s thumbs pressed firmly into her lower back, Rumi let out a deep, almost embarrassed groan.
“There… fuck, right there,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
Zoey smiled and began massaging her neck and shoulders with slow, circular movements. Rumi’s patterns began to glow, shifting from soft pink to a warm, luminous white that gently lit up the room.
Little by little, the massages became slower, deeper… more intentional.
Mira leaned over her, pressing her body against Rumi’s back, and left a trail of wet kisses from her nape down the middle of her spine. Rumi shivered.
“Feeling much better, princess?” Mira purred against her skin.
Rumi could only make a broken affirmative sound.
Zoey leaned into her ear, gently nibbling her lobe.
“Do you want us to keep massaging… or would you rather we help you forget the pain another way?”
Rumi turned her head enough to look at them. Her eyes were already glassy with desire.
“I want the second option…” she answered in a low voice.
Mira smiled with satisfaction and finished pulling Rumi’s pants down to her thighs, leaving her ass exposed. Zoey moved toward the head of the bed, arranging pillows so Rumi could lie more comfortably.
“Turn over, baby,” Zoey asked softly.
Rumi obeyed. When she turned around, both girls looked at her with hunger. Messy hair, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, and the straps of her shirt barely covering her breasts. Her patterns glowed even brighter.
Zoey leaned in first, kissing her neck slowly, sucking and gently biting as she moved down to her collarbone. Meanwhile, Mira spread Rumi’s legs wider and settled between them, leaving hot kisses on her lower belly.
Rumi arched her back with a moan when she felt Mira’s hot tongue just above her pelvis, moving dangerously lower.
But before she could sink further into that sensation, Zoey let out a soft giggle against her neck.
“Ah-ah, not so fast,” the maknae whispered playfully. “Tonight I want to play with our girl for a while.”
Mira raised an eyebrow but smiled and moved aside, giving Zoey space.
Zoey moved with feline slowness until she was straddling Rumi’s waist, not putting her full weight down. Her fingers toyed with Rumi’s shirt straps, pulling them all the way down until her breasts were fully exposed. Rumi’s glowing patterns pulsed stronger.
“Look how pretty you get when you’re needy…” Zoey purred, leaning down to kiss between her breasts. Then she looked up with that mischievous smile that always disarmed Rumi. “Did you know I love it when you try to stay quiet?”
Before Rumi could answer, Zoey caught one of her nipples between her lips, sucking softly at first, then with more pressure. Rumi let out a choked moan and bucked her hips instinctively.
“Zoey…” she gasped.
“Yes, beautiful?” Zoey asked with fake innocence, while her hand slid down Rumi’s side, lightly scratching with her nails. “Want me to stop?”
Rumi shook her head quickly. Zoey smiled against her skin and moved to the other breast, nibbling carefully while her free hand went lower, brushing the inside of Rumi’s thighs without touching where she needed it most.
“So wet already…” Zoey murmured, running two fingers through Rumi’s folds without pressing, just teasing lightly. “And we haven’t even really touched you yet.”
Rumi let out a frustrated whimper and moved her hips, searching for more friction, but Zoey pulled away with a soft laugh.
“No, no, no. Patience, Rums~” she sang, clearly enjoying the power. “I want to hear you beg a little first.”
Mira, watching everything from the side with a dark smile, moved closer and gently pinned Rumi’s wrists above her head.
“I think Zoey’s right,” Mira said in a husky voice. “You’ve been taking care of us for months… now it’s our turn to make you beg.”
Zoey slowly kissed her way down Rumi’s body, leaving kisses and small bites on her stomach, hips, and inner thighs. Every time Rumi tried to move toward her, Zoey pulled back with a giggle.
“So impatient…” Zoey whispered against her thigh, blowing softly on her heated center. “What do you want me to do, hm? Say it.”
Rumi, cheeks burning and breathing ragged, finally gave in:
“Zoey… please… touch me.”
Zoey smiled victoriously.
“Good girl.”
She finally lowered her head and ran her flat, hot tongue from bottom to top, licking Rumi’s clit with agonizing slowness.
Rumi moaned shakily, arching her back.
But she had barely started losing herself in Zoey’s mouth when she felt Mira moving on the bed. The oldest positioned herself behind Zoey, leaning over Rumi’s body.
“Move a little, my love,” Mira murmured huskily. “I want to see her properly.”
Zoey shifted aside without stopping, and Mira settled between Rumi’s spread legs. Her dark eyes sparkled with desire.
“So sensitive…” Mira whispered, lowering her head.
Both of them at the same time.
Mira’s tongue joined Zoey’s, licking and sucking Rumi’s clit together, alternating wet kisses and soft suction. Zoey slid two fingers inside Rumi easily, curling them exactly where she liked it, while Mira licked around with devotion.
Rumi let out a louder moan, almost a sob of pleasure.
“Oh… God…” she gasped, one hand in Zoey’s hair and the other gripping the sheets.
Mira looked up for a second, lips shiny.
“You like it when we eat you out together, princess?” she asked in a low, dirty voice before diving back in.
Zoey laughed softly against her skin and sped up her fingers, sucking harder on her clit. The combination was too much. Rumi’s patterns glowed so intensely they lit up her chest and stomach.
“I’m not… I’m not gonna last…” Rumi moaned, her legs shaking.
“Then don’t hold back,” Mira whispered against her center. “Let us hear you.”
The orgasm hit her hard. Rumi arched her back with a long, trembling moan, her whole body tensing before collapsing onto the sheets, breathing heavily. Her patterns glowed brightly.
Mira and Zoey continued kissing her softly, licking slowly until Rumi’s tremors calmed down. Only then did they slowly climb up her body.
Zoey reached Rumi’s face first and kissed her tenderly on the lips. When she pulled away, Mira was right there. The two kissed deeply over Rumi’s chest — a slow, wet kiss full of contained desire. Their tongues brushed gently while their hands kept caressing Rumi’s body.
When they separated, Zoey smiled against Mira’s lips.
“I love you…” she whispered.
Mira kissed her again, shorter but intense, before they both turned their attention back to Rumi.
Zoey curled up against Rumi’s front, pressing her naked body to hers. Mira pressed against Rumi’s back and reached over to hug Zoey too, caressing her waist and hip. Their fingers intertwined over Rumi’s stomach.
Rumi let out a contented sigh, feeling completely surrounded.
“Are you okay, princess?” Mira murmured against her nape, while kissing Zoey’s shoulder at the same time.
“More than okay…” Rumi answered in a hoarse, satisfied voice.
Zoey kissed Rumi’s lips sweetly, then turned and searched for Mira’s mouth over Rumi’s neck. They kissed again, slower and lazier this time. While they kissed, Zoey’s hand ran up Mira’s side and Mira’s hand squeezed Zoey’s hip gently.
“You two are so beautiful…” Rumi whispered, watching them with tired, bright eyes.
Zoey laughed softly against Mira’s lips before pulling away. She snuggled closer to Rumi, slipping one leg between hers, while Mira did the same from behind, wrapping her leg around Zoey’s hip — the three of them tangled in a warm, tight knot.
Little by little, the caresses became slower and heavier. Zoey drew soft circles on Rumi’s stomach while Mira kissed her back. Every now and then, Zoey and Mira stole short kisses above Rumi’s shoulder.
“We should do this more often…” Zoey whispered, yawning.
Mira let out a low laugh.
“Absolutely,” she replied, kissing the top of Rumi’s head one last time.
Rumi fell asleep first, with an expression of absolute peace. Zoey and Mira stayed awake a little longer, watching her with love before finally closing their eyes.
Mr. Melon was left forgotten on the floor, carefully covered by a sheet Zoey had placed over him.