@meandyu_au: Ningning was used to being adored. Everywhere she went, cameras flashed, voices screamed, hands reached. She wore fame like a second skin — glittering, cold, untouchable. But Giselle… Giselle didn’t look at her like a star. She looked at her like a threat she needed to guard… or a temptation she needed to resist. And Ningning loved that. Tonight’s concert dress shimmered under the backstage lights — silver, backless, hugging her curves like it was made of light. Giselle saw her and froze, just for a second. But Ningning caught it. “Problem, Agent Uchinaga?” she purred, stepping into the light. Giselle cleared her throat, stiffening. “The dress is too revealing. It increases risk.” Ningning tilted her head, smile slow, wicked. “Or maybe people looking at me makes you uncomfortable.” Giselle’s jaw clenched. “Ning-ssi, I’m here to protect you, not—” “Not what?” Ningning whispered. “Not stare?” “ And it’s not Ning-ssi ,call me Ning ” Giselle looked away, but Ningning saw the flush creeping up her neck. “Your ego is unbelievable,” Giselle muttered. “And yet you’re staring again.” Giselle didn’t answer — she didn’t need to. Her silence betrayed everything. ⸻ Onstage, Ningning searched only for her. The stadium roared. Lights exploded. Music thundered. But Ningning’s gaze always drifted to stage left — Where Giselle stood with arms crossed, eyes sharp, expression carved in stone. As dancers surrounded Ningning, Giselle stepped forward, tense. When a fan reached too far, she moved like a shadow with teeth. No one touched Ningning. No one even dared. And Ningning felt it — a deep, low ache of wanting. Why does she look at me like that? Like she’d break the world just to keep me safe? ⸻ Ningning collapsed onto the couch after the show, sweat glistening on her collarbones. Giselle rushed to her, breath uneven. “You overworked yourself,” she said. “You’re shaking.” Ningning looked up, her voice soft, dangerous. “Then… help me.” Giselle froze. “Ningning—what do you mean help?” Ningning rose slowly, stepping into her space — close enough that their bodies almost touched, close enough that she felt Giselle’s breath hitch. “My necklace,” she whispered. “It’s tight. Take it off.” Giselle swallowed — visibly. “This isn’t appropriate. It’s not my job.“ “Neither is staring at me like you want to break the rules,” Ningning murmured. Giselle’s composure cracked. Her hands lifted to Ningning’s throat — trembling slightly as they brushed warm skin. Ningning’s breath caught, her lips parting. The necklace unclasped with a soft click. But Giselle’s fingers lingered. Ningning whispered, voice sultry, breath trembling: “Giselle… I swear… the way you touch me— it makes me want you so close I can feel you inside my every thought.” It wasn’t explicit. But it hit her like a punch. Giselle inhaled sharply, eyes darkening. “Ningning… don’t say things like that.” “Why?” she whispered. “Because it’s true?” Giselle stepped back — barely — but Ningning stepped forward, following her like a flame chasing oxygen. “You can’t look at me that way,” Giselle said, voice cracking. “I’m supposed to protect you. I’m not allowed to… want you.” Ningning smiled — slow, devastating. “But you do.” Giselle’s silence was louder than a confession. Their foreheads touched. Giselle’s hand slipped to Ningning’s waist, firm, steady, claiming. Ningning shivered. “Tell me to stop,” she whispered. “I can’t,” Giselle murmured. “Then don’t.” Giselle leaned in— And then— ⸻ Footsteps. A voice. Reality crashing down. “Ningning! Quick interview backstage!” Giselle jerked away, breath ragged. Ningning stared, heart racing. Giselle whispered — low, unfinished, promising: “…Later.” Ningning felt her whole body weaken. Later. ⸻ I’m back !!!! GET READY FOR PART 2 🫦 #aespa #wlw #ningselle #ningselleau #fyp

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