Photocard Shoot: Fantasy Concept (1)
The concept for this shoot was 'Fantasy'. The staff's eyes lit up the moment they heard it. The coordinators, in particular, ended up with hollow, exhausted eyes for a while afterward. They'd poured their souls into reforming clothes and hunting down accessories to create photocards worthy of the fans' ultimate faves.
Outfits crafted from the coordinators' very life force. When we all stepped in front of the camera decked out in them, Gemini said the coordinators teared up in emotion.
"God, who do they even belong to? They're too gorgeous."
"I can't believe I had a hand in this."
"This is gonna be the masterpiece of my life."
"Gotta snap a ton of pics after the shoot."
"Yeah, yeah. They're gonna lose their minds when these drop, right?"
I was going with the vampire concept. My face was powdered deathly pale, lips painted blood-red, decked out in a wine-dark suit heavy with gold embellishments, earrings and flashy rings galore.
Kang Jun was a dwarf, complete with suspenders and a blonde bob wig down to his chin. Jeki drew werewolf duty—picked for his killer bod. His hair was tousled on purpose, white dress shirt unbuttoned to show off those sculpted muscles peeking through the gap.
Is that kind of muscle more appealing? Mine weren't bad—compact washboard abs I'd built myself—but Jeki's were puffed up like a warrior forged in the gym and protein shakes.
Kang Kyungtae hyung and Nam Eungyu were demon and angel, respectively, with wings strapped to their backs and outfits in black and white.
"Alright, everyone! Mind sharing a quick thought for the fans?"
"...Why? Why do I have to be a dwarf? You do it."
Kang Jun, fully dwarfed out with pointy ears, griped at Ki Uyeon, who was holding the camera. He clearly hated the suspenders.
"Hey! No way! I'm a dragon. Look at these scales."
"I wanna do something cool too..."
Uyeon had lenses in to give him those long, reptilian pupils, plus a badass dragon-scale tattoo across his back. Fake, of course.
"This is wild. It's just stickers, right?"
"Yeah, but they don't last. Washes off half after one shower."
"Isn't that kinda better?"
"Hyung, you gonna ask a coordi noona to hook you up too?"
"A dwarf with tats? She'd say hell no."
I eavesdropped on their chat and checked out the tattoo stickers, curiosity piqued.
"Hyung wanna try one?"
"Nah, I'm flashy enough already. Too much would be overkill. Just checking 'em out."
The wine suit and red lips weren't enough for the coordis, naturally. I was loaded down with so many accessories, the weight was crushing me.
"These jewels are heavy as hell. My ears are gonna fall off."
Meanwhile, Jeki—the only one cleared for skin—was off to the side pumping out sit-ups like mad. I'd planned some exposure too, thanks to my build, but got vetoed last minute for some vague "too risky" reason. Said it'd spawn more sasaengs.
"Over here, we've got Jeki hyung pumping those muscles—today's exposure star!"
"Why film this?"
"Fans'll eat it up, I swear."
"Me working out?"
"Give it your all—flex hard. I'll get the good shots."
"Hmph. Fine."
Jeki amped it up once the camera was on him, finishing sit-ups and diving into push-ups.
"Jeki hyung's rocking the werewolf vibe. Perfect fit, right? Personally, I think he's got the highest sync rate."
"Where do I rank?"
Nam Eungyu butted in, flapping his white wings.
"Eungyu hyung, feathers shedding."
"Ack!"
"Honestly, demon and angel wings are so over-the-top, hard to judge the outfits."
They'd gone all-out on the wings, so their clothes were kept simple. Flashy wings plus flashy fits would've been tacky. The coordis' fashion sense was next-level—we all nodded at Uyeon's take.
"Kyungtae! You need the wig. C'mere."
A coordi noona dragged Kyungtae hyung off mid-scene. Demon role meant a long black-haired wig.
"Gonna be hot."
"A wig, huh..."
The wig went on Kyungtae hyung's head, and shooting kicked off.
Shooting for hours under blazing lights ain't easy. With six members, it was solos first, then 2:2:2 groups, and finally the group shot. Lots of waiting around.
Power naps, tunes, movies—whatever to kill the boredom.
"Gonna hit the bathroom."
"Sure thing."
I slipped out of the waiting room toward a quiet spot en route to the john. Did my business, texted the girls a bit, then headed out—only for some woman to block my path.
"Um, here! Take this!"
"A drink? Staff, right?"
"Yup! I'm on staff here. We've locked eyes a few times next to the director..."
"Oh yeah, I remember. Thanks. I'll enjoy it."
Didn't wanna take it, but better to grab and ditch it in the waiting room. After that sasaeng mess, the company drilled us: never take stuff from strangers and drink it. Even sealed drinks can be tampered with in ways you can't imagine.
The lesson was fresh—I wasn't about to sip from some random chick. But remembering her bustling next to the director during my shoot made it hard to refuse.
"Hope you like it!"
"?"
Hope I like what? She was gone before I could ask, drink handed off.
I'd figure out the "hope you like it" soon enough.
"Ah, that's what she meant? Cute."
Magic marker on the bottle: her phone number. Not my first love note from activities, so no biggie. Some seniors pulled lowkey sexual harassment, so her clean number-drop actually scored points.
And she's pretty cute. Neat ponytail suited her small face and sparkling puppy eyes. Letting that slip felt like a waste.
Hmm~ She stared at me all spaced out during my shoot. Still ages till my next turn, and waiting's boring. Wanna play with her a bit?
Early shoot slot meant long wait. She couldn't have gone far—had to decide quick. Impulsive? Sure, but no regrets. I strode up, hand on her shoulder.
"Hey."
"Eek! Y-Yes?!"
She jumped—didn't expect me to follow.
I smiled soft, not to scare her.
"You work here, so you know the empty spots nobody hits, right?"
"I know some quiet places, but... why?"
"Got a sec?"
"My time?"
Her pupils shook. Still clueless.
I slid an arm around her waist, smirking as I whispered in her ear.
"Bored out of my mind. Wanna play with me? Somewhere private."
"Ah...!!"
Blatant sex appeal. My hand drifted to her ass—soft, plush. She got it now, face flushing.
Screech—thud! Bang! Smooch, slurp, smack, kiss!
"Nngh... ahh... smooch... smack! Haa... haa!"
She was lost, body thrilling out of control. The rush of pleasure had her panting wild.
"Can't dirty the clothes—shoot's not done. Mind helping?"
Gulp!
I guided her hand to my crotch; she swallowed hard.
"R-Really? A girl like me touching you?"
"Of course. Right now, do whatever you want with my body."
"Haa...! Is this a d-dream?"
Ziiiip— Pants undone.
"Could be a dream. Could be real. Doesn't matter right now."
"Th-This'll be my one and only shot, right?"
Vampire makeup on—might as well suck a virgin dry. Her loose clothes tugged aside to bare her collarbone; I chomped her neck—not too hard—then licked quick with my tongue.
"Hyah!"
She trembled in my arms, helpless.
"Probably? Schedule's insane."
Would I see this nameless staff girl again? Tough enough seeing my own women.
"Hng, hah, hyut! Ah...!"
Off came her pants and panties. Dim warehouse, but cool outside air hit her bare lower half—she covered up, embarrassed.
"Don't wanna show?"
"I-I never imagined this happening today..."
"Heh, cute bear panties."
Not sexy, for sure. Her face burned redder, pouting.
"Pretty lingerie at home..."
"Haha, it's fine. Super cute. Especially soaked like that."
I knew the deal now—girls' undies don't always match. Lace bra up top, bear prints down below? I'd dated three; no clueless guy here.
"Ah! You're so hard now. 'Cause of me, right?"
She'd dipped her head over the panties, spotted my bulging pants. Zipper down meant my underwear strain was obvious.
"Yeah."
"C-Can't dirty the clothes, so... mind if I use my mouth? No ulterior motives! Just... leaving it like this'd be uncomfortable, and it'd be a shame to let it go to waste after finally getting hard..."
"......"
Motives dripping from every word, yet she denies it. Voice trailed off—knew it sounded dumb.
But good head needs good lip service.
"Mind if I ask?"
"Gasp! Really? Thank you! I'll do great—no, amazing! Got confidence!"
Asked for a blowjob, got thanks. Wild.
Gulp!
She dropped to her knees eager, fishing out my cock from the panties like buried treasure. Eyes on the rock-hard shaft weren't casual.
Permission granted—no hesitation. Lips pursed, she engulfed the head.