Temptation
The Blossoms dance practice room.
The studio, walled entirely in mirrors, was already thick with heat despite the early hour.
Their first full album comeback was less than a month away.
Dressed in light training clothes, the members poured sweat as they drilled their parts over and over.
Among them, Seo-eun stood out.
Hair twisted up into a loose bun, white T-shirt clinging to her skin, black dolphin shorts hugging her hips—her voluptuous figure was on full, unfiltered display.
It was a plain, makeup-free look, yet nothing could dull her beauty.
Still, while her face radiated natural loveliness, her expression as she moved through the choreography was clouded.
The night before, she had masturbated alone in her room. The memory hit her like a quiet earthquake.
Of course she wasn’t a child. She knew how babies were made. She understood the physical differences between men and women, the basics of sex. She had even experienced wet dreams a few times in high school—waking up damp and confused, then frantically searching the internet only to learn that women could have them too.
She was innocent, yes, but she wasn’t ignorant. She simply had never felt the urge to explore that side of herself.
Even her secret fantasies about Namgoong Min had never gone beyond warm hugs and soft kisses.
Until last night.
With the other members just beyond the walls, she had spread her legs on the bed, pinched her nipples until she moaned, and pushed her fingers deep inside herself. When the orgasm crashed over her, she had squirted so hard that her juices sprayed across the sheets, the floor, and the mirror opposite the bed.
The thought of what might have happened if anyone had walked in while she lay there, limp and exposed, made her stomach twist with shame.
She had been so mortified that she simply pulled the blanket over her head and cried for a long time. Only later, after the tears subsided, had she dragged herself up to clean the evidence.
Now here she was, practicing like any other day—except her face remained tight, her usual gentle smile nowhere to be found.
Ju-young, the leader, kept stealing glances at her. Finally she spoke.
“Seo-eun, is everything okay?”
Seo-eun managed a weak smile. “I’m fine, unnie.”
“Really? You seem different today.”
“Do I? I must have been spacing out. Sorry. I’ll focus now.”
Ju-young tilted her head. “That’s not what I meant…”
Seo-eun’s heart stuttered. Did she know?
“You just… somehow look sexier. The whole vibe is different.”
Seo-eun froze, at a loss for words.
Su-bin immediately latched onto her from the side. “I was going to say the same thing! Seo-eun unnie looks kinda hot today.”
“What are you talking about? I look exactly the same.”
“Nope~ Something’s changed.”
Ju-young nodded firmly. “See? It’s not just me. She’s different.”
The rest of the members drifted over, adding their own observations.
“Wait, what’s going on?”
“What happened to Seo-eun?”
“She’s always been sexy. I noticed ages ago.”
“Exactly. That pure face paired with a body that’s anything but. Hehehe.”
The moment the words left her mouth, Ha-yun reached around from behind and grabbed Seo-eun’s breasts with both hands.
“Kyaa! Unnie!”
Ha-yun squeezed, and the soft, heavy flesh spilled between her fingers, jiggling with every movement.
Seo-eun yanked herself free, face flaming, and covered her chest with both arms.
Ha-yun stared at her own hand in awe. “Wow… how are they that big? I had no idea.”
“Unnie!”
“Alright, alright. It’s just so unfair. Pretty face, huge chest…”
Ju-young nodded in agreement. “When I first met her I was genuinely shocked. She’s the most beautiful person I know.”
Ji-an chimed in with her high, cute voice. “Me too! Even if you lined up every celebrity, I still think Seo-eun unnie is the prettiest. Well… maybe she could compete with senior Yoon Eun-jung?”
Ha-yun shook her head. “No way. Seo-eun wins. Eun-jung unnie is gorgeous, but Seo-eun has that body too. My vote’s for Seo-eun.”
“Same here.”
Seo-eun stood there, cheeks burning. “You guys… you don’t have to say all that.”
Ju-young widened her eyes. “You think we’re just being nice? Your hardware is perfect. It’s the software that needs work.”
Ha-yun burst out laughing. “Unnie! You can’t call her a computer! And if you’re complimenting her, at least do it properly!”
Su-bin hugged Seo-eun again. “She’s right. If you could just fix that timid side of yours, you’d be unstoppable. Every guy on the planet would be finished.”
While the group chattered noisily around her, Ji-an muttered to herself. “I wonder what Ju-ri unnie is talking about right now. So jealous…”
The others immediately offered their guesses.
“Probably drama stuff. What else is there?”
“She and the CEO have been meeting a lot lately.”
“Her face has been glowing these days. Must be nice.”
As the conversation naturally drifted toward Ju-ri, Seo-eun’s expression grew quiet again. The sharp sting of self-loathing she had felt at first had faded, but the heavy feeling in her chest remained.
Staring at the floor, she remembered the promise the CEO had made her.
The CEO… he definitely said a good opportunity would come for me too. He told me to wait just a little longer…
She felt a flicker of embarrassment at how much she seemed to crave his favor, but the memory of his warm voice, gentle eyes, and soft smile quickly chased the shame away.
Before long, her thoughts were consumed with wondering what expression she should wear the next time she stood in front of him.
Ju-ri’s eyes were round with shock. The question might have sounded rude, but she was too stunned to care.
Namgoong Min and Executive Director Yoon of Square One both smiled at her reaction.
Namgoong Min spoke gently. “You’ve been chosen as the main model for a global campaign collab between Ohsung Group and several overseas multinational corporations.”
Ju-ri couldn’t speak. Ohsung Group—the undisputed top conglomerate in the country, with seventy subsidiaries. The foreign partners were household names. To be picked as the face of a worldwide campaign by companies of that scale… she was completely speechless.
“B-but… I’ve only been debuted for a year. Are you serious?”
“Hahaha. I feel like I heard something similar recently. Yes, I’m serious.”
Still smiling, Min leaned back, fingers laced together, and explained further in his relaxed, confident tone.
“Strictly speaking, it’s not one hundred percent locked in yet—there are still details to iron out. But at this stage, it’s safe to treat it as confirmed. I didn’t expect things to move this quickly either. We got lucky. So… what do you think, Ju-ri?”
Her face flushed with excitement. “O-of course I want it! Thank you—thank you so much!”
She jumped up, bowed deeply at ninety degrees, then sat again and asked carefully, “But CEO… there are so many more popular idols than me. Why was I chosen?”
“Who knows? That was their decision. I would guess the global influence of K-pop artists played a major role.”
He kept his own decisive involvement hidden, answering smoothly.
Ju-ri’s mind swirled with questions. She knew her popularity was limited to the first-year idol category. There were true global superstars in a completely different league. Still, she wasn’t about to argue with good fortune. She simply thanked him again.
“The details on portrait rights and guarantees can be worked out later. I’ll let you know once the schedule is finalized.”
After a few more casual exchanges, Ju-ri and Executive Director Yoon left the office together.
On the way to the elevator, Yoon quietly added the rest of the story.
“Even though the CEO spoke modestly, he worked very hard to make this happen.”
“The CEO did?”
“Yes. He personally called the chairman of Ohsung Group and recommended you. They have a very close relationship. The chairman actually asked the CEO if he wanted to do it himself, but since he’s retired, he apparently didn’t see the need.”
Tears of gratitude welled in Ju-ri’s eyes. She lowered her head so they wouldn’t fall.
“Anyway, it looks like the CEO has big expectations for you. Work hard, alright?”
“…Yes.”
She felt an overwhelming surge of thanks for the man who kept opening enormous doors for her without ever making a show of it.
Thank you, CEO. I won’t let you down. I’ll work harder than anyone.
Excitement, responsibility, gratitude, and a subtle, fluttering emotion toward him swirled inside her as she made a silent vow.
I will definitely repay you.
Back at the dorm, Seo-eun stood in front of the mirror in her room, staring at her own reflection.
Somehow you’ve become a bit sexier? The atmosphere has changed somehow?
It’s so unfair. Pretty face and big breasts too.
Eun-jung unnie is pretty, but Seo-eun has that body.
It’s true. Your hardware is perfect.
If you could just fix that timid side, you’d be unstoppable. Every guy would be done for.
The words replayed in her mind, one after another. Sexy. Big breasts. Great body. Perfect hardware. Just fix the timid personality…
With each recollection, a strange, ticklish heat bloomed in her chest.
If she fixed her timid nature… with this body… these breasts… looking sexy… making every man…
Namgoong Min’s face rose in her thoughts—those deep, gentle eyes and that warm smile.
All the men… the CEO… sexy… big breasts…
An unfamiliar temptation surged through her.
She lifted her hand, hooked her fingers into the collar of her thin T-shirt, and slowly pulled it downward.
The fabric stretched, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage and the delicate edge of her bra.
For a long time she simply stood there, staring at herself in silence.
