She Who Desires Control
The next morning, inside the executive office on the twentieth floor of the Four Square building.
Namgoong Min sat at his desk, having arrived at his usual early hour.
The profiles and activity records of the Blossoms members he had reviewed the night before, along with every chart and metric, still lay spread across the surface.
Soft sunlight streamed through the windows, catching on his crisp shirt and perfectly knotted tie.
He took a slow sip of coffee, checked the day’s schedule on his tablet, then immediately summoned the head of Square One to his office.
Square One—the label in charge of the music division.
With Yoon Eun-jung’s Yeoyo War now firmly on track, Namgoong Min intended to apply stronger momentum to Blossoms’ upcoming full-album comeback.
To do that, he first needed to examine each member more closely and personally.
Soon afterward, Yoon Ho-min, the executive director who oversaw Square One, stepped into the office.
“You called for me, CEO?”
“I’d like to conduct one-on-one meetings with each of the Blossoms members in the near future. Please adjust the schedules so we can set them up as quickly as possible this week.”
Executive Director Yoon’s expression flickered with mild surprise.
Blossoms was in the final stages of preparing their first full album. No particular problems had been reported with the concept or production, and he could not immediately think of any reason why the CEO of the entire Four Square group would need to meet each girl individually.
It’s not exactly strange, but…
Though puzzled, the executive director accepted the order without question.
“Understood, CEO. I’ll check the members’ schedules against yours and arrange the meetings at the earliest possible time.”
Namgoong Min gave a small nod and smiled.
“Thank you. Keep up the good work.”
That afternoon, the Blossoms members gathered in the living room of their dorm after finishing their schedules.
Some leaned against the sofa, others sat on the floor giving one another massages, laughing and chatting to shake off the day’s fatigue. Then the main manager walked in and delivered the news.
“Girls, important announcement. CEO Namgoong Min has decided to hold individual one-on-one meetings with each of you sometime next week. He gave the order directly to Executive Director Yoon, so make sure you’re all prepared.”
The living room fell instantly silent.
A variety of reactions rippled through the group.
“Suddenly? What’s going on? Is this some kind of personal evaluation? Investment issues?” Ju-young, the eldest, muttered.
Ever the realistic and business-minded one, she immediately began analyzing the CEO’s intentions from a practical standpoint.
Ha-yun kept her usual playful expression, though her eyes blinked rapidly.
Individual meetings… Did something go wrong? Or does he have personal requests?
She tried to assess the situation calmly, yet the thought of being alone with the CEO sent a faint thread of tension through her.
Su-bin looked around with sparkling, curious eyes.
“Whoa, that’s huge! The CEO is showing direct interest in us! So cool. I wonder what he’ll talk about?”
She viewed the attention itself as an exciting opportunity and welcomed it brightly.
The maknae, Ji-an, showed pure, innocent excitement.
“Wow, I get to meet the CEO one-on-one? What kinds of questions will he ask? Can I ask him to buy us something delicious?”
At the youngest member’s naïve remark, the others let out soft laughter.
But two of them—Seo-eun and Ju-ri—wore more complicated expressions.
Seo-eun’s face stiffened slightly as she fell deep into thought.
Her naturally timid personality turned the sudden meeting with the man she secretly adored into worry rather than excitement.
Alone with the CEO… for a meeting? What do I do…
Had he perhaps seen the posts she had been looking at last night?
The revealing photos and explicit comments flashed through her mind, bringing a wave of anxiety and embarrassment. Could that be the reason?
Ju-ri turned her gaze away from the window, her expression subtly trembling.
The man who was the root cause of her low spirits had suddenly given her a chance to speak with him alone. Expectation and unease swirled together inside her.
What will he want to talk about? Could this meeting be my chance to pull his attention back from Eun-jung unnie?
The living room filled with a delicate atmosphere of tension, curiosity, anxiety, and fluttering anticipation. Each member lost in her own thoughts, they began waiting for the coming meetings.
The previous night, after hastily leaving Namgoong Min’s office, Eun-jung had returned to the Four Square building the next morning.
Script reading began tomorrow, but today the final revised script was being released. She wanted to familiarize herself with the changes in advance, so she headed back to the Square Two label office.
The moment she opened the door and stepped inside, every employee’s eyes turned toward her at once.
The previously stark atmosphere brightened in an instant.
A fresh lily fragrance gently spread through the room.
Her elegant beauty transcended that of a simple actress, radiating a captivating aura.
She wore flowing pastel silk trousers that softly hugged her legs, a bold black see-through tank top that generously revealed her shoulders and cleavage, and a delicate pink cardigan to temper the daring design.
The outfit avoided excessive exposure while subtly showcasing her figure.
The faint outline and lace of the white bra visible beneath the tank top added a layer of sensuality to her pure image.
Her porcelain-clear skin, the generous volume and elegant curves visible beneath the thin fabrics—every detail drew the eye.
She offered the staff a gentle smile and greeting.
“Hello. It’s been a while.”
The employees were momentarily speechless at her beauty before responding with bright, warm greetings of their own.
Eun-jung accepted the script, sat down, and began turning the pages slowly, absorbing the content.
Yeoyo War boasted historical accuracy and overwhelming scale far beyond what she had expected.
Vast battle sequences, magnificent practical sets, intricate character relationships, and meticulous mise-en-scène.
It was only natural for a project with a record-breaking budget of 550 billion won. This was no mere spectacle; the screenplay filled in historical gaps with plausible characters and rich detail, standing among the very best even when judged purely as a human drama.
Moreover, the role of the empress that Eun-jung had been cast as was given significant weight as a central figure meant to bridge the blanks in the historical record.
If I can successfully complete this project… my career will rise to an entirely different level.
She had felt some lingering resentment over Namgoong Min’s inscrutable attitude lately and the embarrassing physical reactions she had shown in front of him.
Yet now, holding the finalized script in her hands, a deep wave of gratitude toward him washed over her once more.
Any actor—especially any actress—would have felt the same.
She decided she needed to express that gratitude again.
This time differently.
Not swayed by emotion, but as an intelligent, flawless actress.
She would not be shaken by his mischievous smile; she would clearly convey her feelings.
Just as she had quietly vowed to herself in front of the mirror last night.
The outfit she had chosen today was no coincidence either.
The see-through tank top and thin silk trousers.
Clothing that revealed her body clearly while also capable of exposing any physical changes without mercy.
This attire was both a rebellion against the bodily reactions she had suffered in his office before and a deliberate provocation.
I won’t hide it anymore. Even wearing something this revealing, I can remain composed in front of you.
She had deliberately chosen clothes far thinner and more transparent than usual.
The more provocative the outfit, the stronger the tension she placed on herself to remain rational and calm.
It was a firm resolution not to show the same embarrassing reactions as last time—nipples stiffening, arousal leaking.
No matter how much you try to shake me, this time I will win.
Yet as time passed while reading the script, that confidence began to waver ever so slightly.
What if… I’ve bitten off more than I can chew?
If the same reactions occurred beneath this outfit today…
It would be nothing short of a catastrophe.
If her hardened nipples showed clearly through the fabric, if moisture seeped into her trousers, if everything was laid bare before his eyes—
She didn’t even want to imagine it.
She set the script down and gazed out the window.
Maybe I should just… skip the thank-you and leave it at that today?
Courage and anxiety, provocation and regret clashed violently inside her.
She took a deep breath and turned her eyes back to the script.
But with every page she turned, her thoughts drifted more and more toward Namgoong Min.
Even while Eun-jung sat reading the script, the voices of the staff occasionally reached her.
Her mind, however, remained fixed on the next meeting with Namgoong Min.
Tonight, after all the employees had left just like last time, she planned to visit his office once more.
At that moment, she overheard two female employees whispering excitedly behind her.
“Ah… the CEO was so cool back then. That’s when I fell for him, you know!”
Eun-jung unconsciously turned her head to look.
On the staff monitors, a YouTube video of Namgoong Min’s past glory was playing.
The screen showed the scene of his first away match after entering the Premier League’s first division.
The opponent was Aston Villa.
A stadium notorious for its fierce fans and known as a graveyard for visiting teams.
The club was famous for its “Villa Hardcore” hooligans.
The moment the match began, all 45,000 spectators erupted in a massive chorus of boos, chanting “Fuck You!” in unison.
The hostility quickly focused on the first Asian player ever promoted to the top flight—Namgoong Min.
Every kind of jeer rained down. Racist chants started by a few hardcore hooligans spread like wildfire until the entire home crowd was singing them.
Collective hatred.
Intense enough to bring tears to an ordinary person’s eyes or cause a complete mental collapse that would ruin their performance.
More than enough to break an opponent’s spirit.
Yet Namgoong Min’s reaction shocked everyone.
He watched the racist chants and songs for a moment, then broke into a grin, raised his hands above his head, and began clapping.
He even gave a thumbs-up and nodded.
The commentators were stunned. Domestic fans thought he must have lost his mind and was acting strangely.
But the meaning behind his actions soon became clear.
Right after the applause and thumbs-up, Namgoong Min scored with overwhelming skill.
The home fans’ boos and racist songs rang out again.
Once more, he looked at them, clapped, and gave a thumbs-up.
And just a few minutes later, he scored again.
In the first half alone, he slammed in four goals.
Every time they booed and sang their racist chants, he answered by burying the ball in their net. His overwhelming ability and steel mentality silenced 45,000 spectators.
The stadium gradually grew quiet until complete silence descended.
It was a legendary moment—an overwhelming display of skill and presence that had forced an entire crowd into utter silence.
He had been twenty-four years old.
Eun-jung watched the video in a trance.
She no longer saw the man who teased her with jokes and mischievous smiles. She saw an absolute ruler who had controlled and overpowered even the harshest hatred the world could offer.
When he toyed with me, it wasn’t because he looked down on me… It was because he had the confidence that he could control even the whirlwind of my emotions, just like he silenced that crowd.
She finally understood where his usual relaxed demeanor came from.
That iron mentality that overcame the hatred and pressure of tens of thousands.
Absolute faith and confidence in his own ability.
With that realization, every last trace of anxiety and hesitation inside her vanished.
Regret disappeared. Only a fierce, magnetic desire for him surged through her chest.
She set the script down and rose quietly.
He was a man who overwhelmed everything.
And she wanted to become completely his—beneath that overwhelming control.
As she waited for night to fall, Eun-jung’s heart began to beat faster and faster.
