Secret Pride
The filming set of Yeoyo War.
The actors and staff, having wrapped up the morning shoot and finished their meals, were gathered in the rest area near the trailer provided by Namgoong Min.
Since the afternoon filming wouldn’t begin for another two hours, some were enjoying naps inside the trailer while others, like now, formed small groups to exchange opinions about the next scene, share impressions of the entire production, or chat about personal stories to pass the time.
Eun-jung was in the middle of discussing the upcoming shoot with her fellow actors when the voices of the staff in front of the TV drifted over.
“Hey? It’s a documentary on CEO Namgoong Min. It’s been almost three years since he retired.”
“The national team’s been struggling lately. Even the guys in the big leagues aren’t doing much. It’s just reliving past glories and recharging that patriotic high, I guess.”
“Hahaha. Is that how it works? Still, the CEO really was something else.”
“Yeah. Even thinking about it now, it’s such a shame. He retired way too early.”
“But I understand it. Like he said at his retirement press conference, he’d achieved everything possible. Stepping down at your absolute peak isn’t a bad thing.”
“True, but retiring before thirty still feels like a waste. Honestly, if he came back right now, he’d probably run circles around the entire national team.”
The actors gradually showed interest in the staff’s conversation and began taking seats in front of the TV.
Han Seok-jung, one of the senior actors, smiled and said, “Let’s watch. It’s a special feature on CEO Nam. It’s impressive how he keeps getting coverage like this even after retiring. Eun-jung, you should watch too since it’s about the CEO, right?”
He still called her by whatever name he pleased.
Actress Kim Hye-ju shook her head at him with a laugh. “Senior, it’s CEO Namgoong. That’s rude, you know!”
“Aish. It doesn’t sound as good. They’ll understand what I mean.”
“You really can’t be helped.”
Listening to the senior actors’ banter, Eun-jung smiled and settled into her seat as well.
Kim Hye-ju linked arms with her and gave a meaningful grin. “Our Eun-jung must be thrilled. Having such a handsome CEO watching over her~ The day before yesterday when he visited, the two of you were practically dripping with sweetness.”
To the mischievous comment, Eun-jung smiled back. “Are you jealous? I told him not to come, but he keeps taking care of me so much… It’s so annoying I could die.”
At her bold reply, laughter burst from everyone gathered around.
“Wow~~ Eun-jung has changed a lot. A few days ago you would’ve turned bright red at words like that.”
“Exactly. It was fun teasing her, but I guess those days are over.”
“Hearing Eun-jung talk like this is actually making me jealous.”
While enduring her colleagues’ playful jabs with a smile, Eun-jung turned her eyes to the screen.
On the screen appeared Namgoong Min from the time of his debut, accompanied by the narrator’s voice and flowing subtitles.
Namgoong Min. 17 years old, debut with Enfield Town FC in England’s 7th division league
Skipping the youth elite course, he single-handedly knocked on the door of a remote lower league at age seventeen
Local evaluation — ‘He’s not a player who belongs at this level’
Rose to team ace with overwhelming individual skill and physicality
The footage showed a young seventeen-year-old Min weaving past defenders and scoring in a seventh-division match.
It wasn’t an official broadcast recording but a video shot by spectators.
While the club occasionally uploaded highlights or rare live streams to YouTube, regular broadcasts essentially stopped at the sixth division. As a result, most footage of Namgoong Min from his seventh-division days came from fan videos.
Actor Jo Jin-ho watched in admiration. “Wow, that kind of play at seventeen? What was I even doing at that age…”
The narration continued.
Annual promotion miracle. An unprecedented record of six consecutive promotions from the 7th division all the way to the EPL
MVP every season, dominating both goals and assists. FA Cup runner-up in the 5th division, champions in the 4th
Achieved the miraculous feat of winning the Europa League in the 3rd division and the Champions Cup in the 2nd division
Evaluated as an example of shattering the league system itself, beyond a mere ‘underdog myth’
The video flowed into promotion celebrations and goal scenes from each season.
The moment in the fourth-division FA Cup final where they defeated a Premier League side, the crowd’s enormous roar exploded from the screen.
Kim Hye-ju shook her head, looking stunned. “Is that even possible? Watching it again, it feels like complete cheating. One player dragging a team from the seventh division all the way to the EPL…”
Lee Byung-gyu couldn’t hide his awe either and murmured, “If anyone had said something like this about CEO Namgoong Min before, I would’ve called them a liar. It’s honestly unbelievable.”
The screen transitioned to an away match at Aston Villa—one Eun-jung had seen before.
It was twenty-four-year-old Namgoong Min’s first away game after breaking into the Premier League.
The racial abuse and hateful energy radiating from forty-five thousand spectators came through the screen with vivid intensity.
When the crowd chanted “FUCK YOU” in unison, several female staff members and actresses flinched.
Sighs of pity rose from every corner.
“Ah… Isn’t that too much? How can they all do that together…”
But the next scene showed Namgoong Min clapping and giving a thumbs-up before scoring goal after goal in succession, drawing gasps of amazement from everyone.
“Wow… He really is incredible. You need an insane mentality to pull that off.”
“Yeah. The CEO seems almost scary now.”
“I wonder what it feels like? To crush the jeers of tens of thousands of people with nothing but your own skill.”
Eun-jung couldn’t hide her renewed admiration for Namgoong Min’s unbreakable mentality.
So cool… Oppa… No wonder I can’t help falling for you. Hehe.
After scenes of league titles and Champions League triumphs, the footage moved on to the World Cup.
Quarterfinals, runner-up, then champions.
Among them, his fighting spirit despite injury in the runner-up final moved everyone’s hearts.
Especially the scene of him staring at the empty goal after scoring an own goal—several female staff members let out tearful sighs.
“Oh no… I cried so much back then.”
“Me too. Was there anyone who didn’t cry? It was heartbreaking.”
“If I’d been in front of him then, I would’ve hugged him so tight!”
“Hey, hey. You’d crush the CEO to death. Like you’re the only one who feels that way?”
Listening to the women’s excited chatter, Eun-jung smiled and had similar thoughts.
Really… If I had known Oppa back then, I would’ve hugged him just like she said. Still… we’re in a really deep relationship now, so it’s fine. Hehe.
Recalling her past intimate moments with Min, her cheeks flushed slightly.
Suddenly, she remembered the three days of rest before the first shoot and the passionate encounters they had shared.
Being young, the more they met, the more frequent their lovemaking became.
And as the frequency increased, Eun-jung’s own behavior grew bolder each time.
The girl who once blushed just saying the word “Oppa” now casually moaned things like “fuck me,” “pound me harder,” and “Eun-jung’s pussy belongs to Oppa” in the middle of their acts.
Of course, once she came back to her senses she would immediately shiver with embarrassment.
Even she found her behavior so different from her usual self that she felt both mortified and genuinely confused.
Normally she was an intelligent, pure, refined actress.
So why did she spill such vulgar, obscene words in front of Oppa as if she were turning into a whore?
Even before sleeping with him, she would masturbate while thinking of him.
Even without any physical contact, simply talking to him or picturing his face would make her soak her clothes with arousal.
She couldn’t understand why she would push her pussy against his face and buck her hips like that.
Do all couples do this? Or is something wrong with me?
With no way of knowing other people’s sex lives, Eun-jung seriously considered asking her friends someday.
Of course, it wouldn’t be easy.
She was a celebrity, after all—especially one known as a pure, intelligent, rising star actress.
While Eun-jung was lost in these thoughts, the screen now showed Min cheering while holding the World Cup trophy high.
The scene of the winning goal in the World Cup final. The moment of Korea’s victory and the citizens’ roar.
Kim Hye-ju spoke in awe. “He really is a national hero. This goes way beyond just being a sports star.”
Enfield Town FC lifetime contract No.9. Retired at twenty-nine, stepping down at his peak. Later founded Four Square Entertainment with net assets of four trillion won
Namgoong Min was not simply a man who played soccer. He was an existence that played the era itself
When the documentary ended, the actors clapped with exaggerated enthusiasm and cheered.
“Krr~ That’s what I’m talking about! As expected from CEO Nam!”
“Wow~ Watching that documentary got me all fired up too. The CEO really was incredible.”
“A guy who reached the absolute peak in soccer is now trying to swallow the entire entertainment industry. Damn.”
“I wonder what the CEO thinks when he watches the national team these days. Must be sighing a lot, huh?”
Eun-jung felt a deep sense of pride, love, and the secret satisfaction of being his woman—emotions she could never reveal to anyone else.
Watching his plays made her heart swell with emotion.
His genius and legendary status were her pride, and the fact that she was his woman was her greatest happiness.
She smiled and whispered inwardly.
Oppa… I love you.
Eun-jung felt complete happiness once again simply from being by his side.
And as if to represent her secret pride, a rich lily fragrance filled the air around her.
Late at night. The Blossoms dorm.
After finishing practice, the members had returned and were each resting in their own ways.
The maknae line—Su-bin and Ji-an—were making a racket in the living room, completely absorbed in a console game, while the unnie line—Ju-young and Ha-yun—were lost in tarot cards, chatting back and forth.
Center Ju-ri held the new script that had arrived today, reading it alone in her room with an excited heart.
While everyone else was focused on something, Seo-eun sat alone on her bed, leaning against the wall and lost in thought.
Playboy.
The word she had unconsciously uttered during her meeting with the CEO.
It could have been brushed off as a one-time slip, but true to her timid nature, she still carried it in her heart, unable to let it go.
It was mortifying enough to die, yet the desire to understand the CEO’s true feelings only grew stronger in proportion.
Does he know how I feel?
Does he even see me as a woman?
What do I have to do to capture his heart?
Is it too presumptuous to want the CEO’s heart when I can’t even do my idol work properly?
What exactly is his relationship with Eun-jung unnie?
What feelings does he have toward Ju-ri?
Has the CEO never dated anyone all this time?
As the endless questions swirled inside her, a hollow laugh suddenly escaped.
He’s not even thinking about giving me any rice cake… and here I am, what am I even doing?
“Haa……”
With a deep sigh, Seo-eun pulled the blanket up to her chest.
At that moment, the back of her hand holding the blanket brushed against her own breast.
She never wore a bra after showering because it felt uncomfortable.
The sensation of her chest, something she usually ignored, felt unusually sensitive today.
And the moment she became aware of it, the slightly raised nipples at the center of her ample breasts began to harden.
Ah? Why is this…
Despite her panicked mind at the sudden change, her thick nipples showed clearly through the thin t-shirt.
As she sat there flustered with a reddened face, her eyes suddenly fell on the mirror across from her.
Seo-eun stared at her reflection for a moment.
Flushed cheeks.
Long blonde hair dyed for promotions.
Fair skin and delicate, well-balanced features.
And…
Her voluptuous breasts reflected in the mirror, with thick nipples rising prominently at their centers.
Gulp.
For some unknown reason she swallowed dryly, and the exposure photos of herself along with the comments she had seen not long ago suddenly flashed through her mind.
He’s excited. Looks delicious. Want to suck it. Want to touch it…
Those lust-filled words from countless nameless men.
The shame she had felt that day came rushing back.
But then…
Why was she feeling this strange sensation?
As if in a trance, Seo-eun’s hand slowly grasped the hem of her t-shirt while she stared at the mirror.
At the same time, she lowered the blanket and lifted the shirt upward.
Soon her pale breasts were fully exposed.
At the center of those pale breasts, the light pink areolas and thicker, darker nipples stood out even redder against her translucent skin.
Haa… Haa…
Before she realized it, her breathing had grown heavy, and her fingers were lightly pinching the nipple atop her breast.
Hng…
The cold touch of her fingers against her heated body made her flinch slightly.
Still gazing at her own reflection with hazy eyes, Seo-eun suddenly felt a hot, tickling sensation between her legs.
At the same time, a wet feeling seeped into her panties.
Seo-eun’s hand slowly moved beneath the blanket, toward her dolphin shorts.
Slowly. Very slowly.
Her hand slipped further inside the shorts.
Before long the room was filled with the humid heat she radiated and the sweet scent of jasmine.
