Covetousness

Redflags #8 | OT8 + 1

Same warnings but it's less on having R18.

Night had settled heavily over the house, but the anxiety within was anything. You, along with Mikha and Jhoanna, were still missing, and the uneasy silence was only making things worse. Your sisters, who had stayed behind from their medical mission, sat at the dining table surrounded by six others, all of whom seemed tense, casting suspicious glances. For hours, everyone had tried contacting you, only to receive no response.

Jennie’s patience finally snapped, her voice breaking through the silence with a hard edge. “Alright, enough with this silence. I know something is going on here—just admit it. Things haven’t been right since we left Y/N here. So, what is it?”

Her firm, steely tone hung in the air, leaving the others shifting uncomfortably. Aiah was by Seulgi’s side, rubbing her back in a quiet attempt to calm her, while Sheena hugged Jennie from behind, murmuring soothing words to keep her from exploding.

As the tension filled the room, Aiah’s mind drifted back to a time not so long ago—a memory she held close, a bittersweet reminder of when things were simpler. Her thoughts took her back to a warm night in the park, a memory from your first week living under their roof.

She had taken you out for a quiet evening under the stars, thinking a bit of fresh air and calm might break the ice and help with the strange new dynamics between you both. Aiah was in charge of looking after you that night, and a part of her longed to test the boundaries of your relationship, just to see if any part of what you both once had was still there.

“Hey u-uhh, hon?” she called softly, using the endearment she once used during your relationship, knowing it might catch you off guard. Despite being her sister's spouse now, she felt a surge of old emotions and was curious to see how you’d react.

To her surprise, you turned to her, smiling softly as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yes? What did you want to talk about?” you asked, your gaze settling on the stars above. “I thought this was just a quiet picnic night.”

Aiah swallowed hard, taken aback by your calmness. She studied your face, tracing every line and curve in her mind—your nose, your strong jawline, and your plump lips, the ones she used to kiss endlessly, knowing how much you loved being pampered on. “So beautiful,” she whispered, almost involuntarily.

You caught her gaze and smiled knowingly, a glint of mischief in your eyes. “You’re staring,” you teased. Aiah’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away, pretending to admire the night sky instead. “I—uh—I was just… admiring the view,” she stammered.

“What, the sky?” you asked with a smirk, clearly amused by her flustered state. But as she chuckled nervously, you reached out, gently taking her hand in yours, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. She stiffened slightly, surprised by the contact, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted closer, allowing herself to be enveloped by the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“Y/N…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m… I’m sorry about what happened. Back then, I mean.” Her grip on your hand tightened, as though afraid she might lose you again. “I’ve always regretted how things ended between us.”

You turned to her, your own expression somber. “I should be the one apologizing, Aiah. When I found out what you went through… it broke me. I wanted to come back, to make things right, but I felt so ashamed. I felt like I’d let us both down.” Your voice trembled, and Aiah saw the sadness in your eyes, mirroring her own pain. “I let my own fears to end what we had—five years together, gone in a moment of weakness.”