Weekends off had become a treasured escape, a sharp contrast to the endless nights spent working at Copacabana. Today marked the first Saturday that Yeosang and I wouldn't be together. I still planned to explore a side of Honolulu I hadn't seen—I'd just be doing it with Poppy, Michelle, and Leilani instead.

Yeosang's pout filled the room as I fastened the clasp on my wedge shoes. "Sucks that we don't get to spend today together," he muttered.

Since I arrived in Honolulu, Yeosang and I have spent every weekend side by side. Usually, the days passed with him showing me hidden gems of the city or the two of us shopping up a storm to rebuild my wardrobe after leaving so much behind. Yet, as an introvert paired with my ambivert nature, we also enjoyed quiet moments in our apartment.

"We have all of tomorrow," I reminded him, standing beside my sulky housemate. "How about we go out tonight? You can introduce me to Honolulu's nightlife." A reluctant grin flickered across Yeosang's face, reminiscent of a child trying not to show that the promise of candy had won him over. "I'll even go dancing with you... I know how much you love to dance."

His response was anything but subdued, as he launched into a jubilant celebratory dance that took over the living room. "Deal! But we're hitting a gay club!" he said, slightly breathless after his spontaneous celebration.

"Fine by me," I replied, pecking his cheek before seizing my bag and heading for the door. "Should we ask San, Mingi, and Yunho to join us?" His dance resumed, even more animated than before.

"I'll see you later!" he called out, still twirling with excitement. "Enjoy, and give my best to the ladies!"

As I took the elevator to meet the girls, excitement and anticipation bubbled within me. I looked forward to Poppy's infectious laughter, Michelle's insightful stories, and Leilani's boundless zest for life. After spending some time with their significant others a few days ago and hearing stories about them, I felt a growing connection to the three women.

"Damn! Someone's looking hot today, girls!" Leilani called out from the driver's side window, half-leaning out as playful wolf-whistles echoed around me as I exited my apartment building.

I glanced down at the white halter-neck dress I'd chosen to wear. It was a recent purchase, and I had been eagerly anticipating the chance to show it off. When I was invited out today, I didn't hesitate to pull it from my closet. The silhouette hugged my curves beautifully, flaring subtly at the bottom into a mermaid-style hemline. The horizontal ruched tiers added a rich texture while enhancing the dress's flattering fit. But the standout feature wasn't the cut; it was the mother-of-pearl circular ring at the bust. This dress was versatile—I could elevate it with killer heels, sparkling jewellery, and sultry makeup, or keep it casual like today, with wedges and a bare face since we were heading to a day spa.

I slid into the back seat, greeted by Poppy's sulking figure. "Don't mind her," Michelle chimed in, her grin betraying amusement. "She's just a little cranky from not being able to ride shotgun."

Poppy's scowl deepened. "That's not true," she retorted, but her struggle to suppress a smile made her look endearingly comical. "My morning sex was cut short by these two."

Leilani's laughter echoed in the car. "Well, you knew I'd be at yours at 9. It's hardly my fault you overslept and thought you could still squeeze one of your marathon rounds in."

The air shifted as Poppy's frown morphed into a proud grin. "She's just jealous that my Jiminie has incredible stamina," she teased.

"Nothing wrong with Woo's lasting power, let me tell you," Leilani shot back playfully. "His dick is just too talented that the both of us have had more than our fills in less time."

"I promise you, in the name of all the sex gods, that there's nothing wrong with Jimin's talent," Poppy defended. "In fact, he's so talented with his hips that we've mastered tantric sex so we can spend hours revelling and worshipping each other."

"How the hell can you walk after that?" Michelle and I couldn't contain our laughter at Leilani's shocked question.

It felt surreal. I never thought I'd be cruising through Honolulu and eavesdropping on a light-hearted squabble about their partners' prowess. Yet, a shadow of discontent lingered in my thoughts—a stark reminder of my time with Taehyung. Our breakup, followed by his passing, had exposed the one-sided nature of our sexual relationship. While he excelled in his skills, his priority often seemed to be his own satisfaction, leaving my pleasure as little more than an afterthought.

"How was your first week at the restaurant?" Michelle's question snapped me back to the present. I shared stories about my time at the restaurant, deliberately pushing aside the last remnants of Taehyung from my mind. He belonged to Chloe's narrative, not Bonnie's. It was time to exorcise his memory from my heart and mind, to stop dwelling on him altogether. As I gazed out at the waves crashing against the shore, I made a silent vow to banish his ghost from my life for good.

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Leilani exhaled a contented sigh. "I feel so relaxed," she said, as we lounged in the warmth of the heated plunge pools. Michelle hummed in agreement, her expression mirroring Leilani's serenity.

From the pool on my left, I saw Poppy nodding in serene agreement. "Every part of my body feels like it's made of jello." Her gaze turned toward me, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "What was your favourite part, Bonnie?"

I hesitated, trying to pinpoint what I had enjoyed most about our spa day. A parade of indulgences flickered through my mind. The refreshing facial had left my skin glowing and hydrated, while the body scrub had exfoliated me from neck to toe. The steam room before our plant-based lunch had been incredibly relaxing. Narrowing down the colour for my manicure and pedicure had been the toughest decision of the day, thanks to my indecisiveness, but our chilled-out chat afterwards had felt so comfortable. Then, each of us retreated into separate rooms for glorious full-body massages. Now, as we settled into the plunge pools for our final treatment, I felt more relaxed than ever. Surrounded by these new friends, I experienced a sense of belonging that had eluded me for years.

"This moment right here," I answered, the words rolling off my tongue with ease. "I haven't had many friends since I was a teenager, so being with you ladies has been the highlight of my day."

Their delighted squeals warmed my heart, and their affectionate words enveloped me like a soothing balm. They praised my sweetness, shared their joy in our friendship, and expressed gratitude to Yeosang for bringing me into the group.

When Michelle asked about our plans for the rest of the day, both Leilani and Poppy announced they were heading home for date nights with their partners. I shared my promise to Yeosang for a night of dancing. Michelle's interest was piqued at the mention of Yunho and Mingi, and it was no surprise when she asked if she and Seonghwa could join us.

My invitation was immediate and enthusiastic. "You're all more than welcome to come, too. I know Yeo will be excited to see you all. We should make it a big group night!"

"I'll talk to Jiminie when I get home, but knowing how much he loves being on the dance floor, I think you can count us both in," Poppy declared as we began to hop out of our warm pools.

Leilani, cocooned in her towel, lamented, "I won't need to twist Woo's arm to change our date night—that man loves to shake his ass. It's just a pity Yoongi is on the mainland at that conference. It would've been the perfect opportunity to introduce you two."

I'd heard a lot about this Yoongi from both the girls and the guys. With the way they talked about the elusive man, I was beginning to think he was an enigma. The worst I had heard was that he didn't like mornings and was cranky before he had two cups of coffee. Everyone sang his praises, claiming he was like a big brother to everyone, with a savage streak when it came to defending the group.

"I'll meet him next time," I muttered as we headed into the dressing room. The excitement about our night out dancing was palpable, and the conversation shifted to what we would all wear. "Yeosang said he's in control of my outfit," I told Michelle when she asked.

"Okay, that means we're going sexy but not slutty," Leilani smirked.

"Shopping trip?" Poppy suggested, wiggling her eyebrows. "I need new lingerie to entice Jimin with. He ripped three pairs of my panties in the past two weeks!"

Once we were dressed, the four of us piled into Leilani's car. By the end of the short drive from the spa to the shopping mall, each of the girls had called their partners, and my night of dancing with Yeosang had transformed from just the pair of us into a lively group of 11.

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The sun-kissed streets of Waikiki buzzed with excitement as we strolled past vibrant storefronts, the boutiques beckoning with enticing displays of the latest summer fashions. While we browsed the options, our mission was clear: to find the girls perfect outfits for tonight.

"Ooh, this place has really cute things!" Michelle exclaimed, tugging Poppy into a store.

I perused the shop, but nothing caught my eye enough to try on. Meanwhile, Michelle and Poppy emerged from the racks with their arms full of clothes, eagerly heading toward the fitting rooms. I settled onto a sofa in the corner, likely intended for the husbands and boyfriends of shoppers. Leilani joined me shortly after, and we started chatting.

"Have you ever thought about what it would be called if a movie were made about your wardrobe?" Leilani asked, her expression serious.

I laughed at her quirky question. "Can't say that I have. What would yours be called?"

Without hesitation, she replied confidently, "Mine would definitely be The Kaleidoscope Enthusiast."

I admired her outfit, as vibrant as her name. Her fashion choices—what she found in the boutiques to her attire the previous time I saw her—made it clear why she'd chosen that title. Leilani's love for colour was evident; she wore it like a living canvas. I felt a twinge of envy at how effortlessly she pulled off any shade, everything popping beautifully against her sun-kissed Polynesian skin. The turquoise blouse she wore today looked stunning on her, complemented by a skirt that resembled a sunset over a rainforest, bursting with colour.

"I'd watch that movie... it sounds fun," I said with a smile, drawn in by her excitement. "What would mine be?"

After a moment of scrutiny, she replied, "The Curvaceous Romantic." Happiness bubbled up in me as I giggled and nodded in agreement.

She had perfectly captured my style. I adored all things feminine. While many of the outfits I wore as Lola leaned toward the bold and sexy side, as Chloe—and now Bonnie—I cherished looking girly. Lace, ruffles, floral prints, and cute silhouettes that accentuated my figure were among my favourite choices.

"I mean, look at you, Bonnie... showcasing your gorgeous curves and looking like you're about to go on a hot date."

I schooled my features and feigned surprise. "Leilani Jung, are you telling me that this is not a date?"

"It is if you want it to be, Sugar," she replied, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "Though if you want to get into my pants, you gotta feed me first... and organize a babysitter to look after Woo."

Our laughter drew the attention of other shoppers, prompting me to ask about Michelle's title to help calm us down. Just then, the woman in question emerged from the dressing room. Michelle's head tilted to the side, and the adorable scrunch of her nose made me internally swoon at how cute she looked when confused.

"Bonnie and I were coming up with movie titles about our senses of fashion," said the woman beside me, explaining our conversation. "Hers would be The Curvaceous Romantic and mine's The Kaleidoscope Enthusiast."

"Oooh, I want to play, too!" Michelle declared, plopping down beside us despite still being in the clothes she was trying on. "I want mine to be The Textile Whisperer. For me, style isn't just about appearance... it's about how it feels against your skin." That title suited her perfectly.

Michelle was the group's tactile connoisseur, which shouldn't have surprised anyone given that she worked as a massage therapist. In every shop we visited, she ran her fingers over various fabrics and surfaces. Her love of textured materials was reflected in her wardrobe. Just the other day, she wore linen pants with a knitted tank top, and today she sported a silk shirt layered under a delicate lace blouse.

"It's a great title, especially with what you're wearing now," I said, admiring the black high-waisted leather tiered skirt she paired with her white lace camisole. The outfit was a stunning blend of textures and contrasts.

"Hwa is definitely not gonna be able to keep his hands off you, girl," Poppy said, joining us in our makeshift waiting area. Leilani and I nodded in agreement. "I heard you girls were making movie titles. Well, I have the best one... The Teacher by Day, Vixen by Night."

There was no doubt about it—Poppy, our resident middle school teacher, had mastered the art of duality. When I met her at the restaurant, she wore a modest outfit since she had come straight from a meeting at her school. Her knee-length skirt, buttoned blouse, and sensible flats were a far cry from the edgy, sexy ensemble she modelled for us now. The leather pants clung to her voluptuous hips like a second skin. The showstopper was the black bustier top, adorned with intricate lace and sequins.

"Va-va-voom, Mama! You're a living embodiment of that right now!" Michelle exclaimed, echoing my thoughts. "Girls, I bet you 50 bucks that Jimin sports a raging erection when he sees Poppy in this."

"Nah, he's gonna try and cancel," Leilani countered.

"He'll say that 'something came up,'" I added, prompting laughter from the other three.

"He'll do all of those things. But I'm not going to let him into these pants until he works for it. It took too long to put them on for him to just rip them off and have his way with me," Poppy said, checking herself out in the mirror. She caught both mine and Leilani's eyes, winked, and then asked if we found anything. When we both shook our heads, Poppy shooed us into the next shop while she and Michelle changed and paid for their outfits.