BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader)
Female Reader ONLY
❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿
This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.
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8/10
THIRD PERSON POV
Kyla stood by the window of her office, arms folded, watching the late afternoon sun cast golden stripes across the floor. She had tried to push the kiss out of her mind, but Gwen's face kept flashing back. She needed a distraction—and luckily, Naomi provided one.
She picked up the phone.
"Gelo," she said firmly. "Call the eight. Tell them to come to my office."
Moments later, the door opened and in came the eight women—some curious, others unreadable, and one of them, Gwen, not quite able to meet her eyes.
Kyla didn't hesitate.
"I'm hanging out with my cousin tonight. Sumama kayo."
There was a beat of silence. Then—
"Ha?" Mikha blinked.
"Wait, sama kami?" Maloi asked, arms crossed, brow raised.
"Is that... necessary?" Stacey muttered, eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Yes," Kyla said simply. "Naomi insisted. And I'm not going out alone."
"Protective detail?" Aiah asked, though she was already reaching for her phone to check the location.
"More like social babysitters," Sheena grinned. "Fine by me."
Gwen finally glanced up—just a flicker of eye contact. Kyla held it for a heartbeat before looking away.
"We're leaving at 6:30. Wear something decent. You're not dressing like bodyguards tonight," Kyla added, heading toward her desk.
Jhoanna smirked slightly. "So... no knives in the boots?"
"No knives. No boots. No glares."
"Ugh, fun," Colet said flatly.
But they were all already mentally preparing.
Because when Kyla says sumama kayo, you don't get to say no.
By 6:45 PM, Kyla and her very overdressed bodyguards arrived outside a luxurious, glowing glass-walled restaurant that looked like it belonged in a magazine spread. Everything from the polished valet area to the golden interior lights screamed expensive.
Kyla narrowed her eyes at the sign near the entrance. "Reserved: Naomi Hoshino - Private Function"
"Seriously?" Kyla muttered under her breath. "Naomi reserved an entire fancy-ass restaurant just for us?"
The eight women stood behind her in various states of surprise and judgment.
