The Scandal Queen

Episode Twenty-Two

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.”

That's all I need to hear. I slam my own glass aside and scoop her up into my arms, feeling her body tense in surprise and her eyes widening slightly before she relaxes against me. I carry her towards the bedroom, beckoning Jaewook to follow with a nod of my head.

Once we're in the dimly lit room, I gently set Iseul down on the edge of the bed and lean in to kiss her. Her lips are soft and yielding under mine, and I can feel the tension in her body slowly melting away.

“You're in charge here,” I murmur against her lips, pulling back a little to look into her eyes. “Tell us how you want to start.”

Iseul's gaze flicks between Jaewook and me, her expression nervous and excitement. She takes a deep breath.

“I want to see what you two are like together,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

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