Clingy Texts and a Variety Show Jackpot
Even though I was appearing on variety shows and shooting a drama, that didn't mean my entire schedule revolved around the drama. Dive in Love was slowly losing steam but still clinging to the top 10 on the Mango Chart. Plus, thanks to my unique status as a male singer-songwriter, invitations kept pouring in from all over.
"So, doesn't that mean it's time to hire a full-time road manager?" Oh Minseo sighs heavily as she grips the steering wheel.
"I like it when our Oh Executive Director gives me rides."
"...I'm a woman with a mountain of things to do, you know?"
Still, when I slyly caress her thigh, the corner of her mouth twitches upward ever so slightly. Maybe because she's a woman who's been at the top before, like Lee Seoyeon, Oh Minseo doesn't seem impressed by ordinary guys. But when a guy over ten years younger and devastatingly handsome like me shows physical interest, it sends her feminine pride soaring—in a good way.
"Nngh! Haaah—! Jimin-ah—! Cum in your sister's pussy quick!"
We're not seriously talking commitment right now, but she's completely lost in this scorching flirtation. Whenever I had a spare moment, I'd hook up with Oh Minseo like this while darting between broadcasts, performances, and shoots. On top of that, I pitched in on Shine Candy's album whenever time allowed. The tracks were already finished, so I'd planned to hand everything off to Choi Nahee... but.
A few days without contact while working with Lee Seoyeon, and Kim Nayun had lost it. I'd meant to reply later, but with my packed schedule, I forgot—only to find my phone exploding with texts and missed calls.
"70 missed calls?"
This was a first in my life, outside of debt collectors. Because of it, while helping with Shine Candy's mini-album, I had to manage Kim Nayun too.
She's definitely head over heels for me...
It felt like I could control her, but not quite. Still, her cuteness made me let it slide. That blind devotion wasn't bad, and she hadn't crossed any major lines yet.
If she'd shown up at Lee Seoyeon's place after the text bombs and missed calls, I'd have cut her off immediately.
Just in case, after practice, I pulled Nayun aside alone.
"You're a pro now, and so am I. Schedules will keep us from talking sometimes. You get that, right?"
"Yeah... I just missed you so much. I'll hold back."
I warned her about the text spam and missed calls, and she nodded curtly, saying she understood. But honestly, I doubted she'd listen. If warnings worked, they would've by now. Whatever— she's pretty, so I'll forgive her.
As I watched her, she hesitated, cheeks flushing red, then mustered her courage.
"Still..."
Kim Nayun looked up at me and spoke.
"C-can you at least text me once a week?"
"...Sure. Got it."
Once a week? If I felt like it, I could do once a day. Seeing her light up at my answer tugged at my guilt a bit. She was waiting for me because she liked me, and lately, I'd been too busy to care.
I glanced around, confirmed no one was watching, and pulled Kim Nayun into my arms.
"Ah..."
Her face bloomed with happiness as she nestled into me. I caught it all.
"Hnnngh... oppa's scent."
Nayun's eyes glazed over. Her breathing quickened, her body rubbing against mine harder—like a cat in heat.
And sure enough...
"Oppa... can't you kiss me just once?"
She puckered her lips, begging.
"A reward for practicing hard?"
"Y-yes!"
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she nodded vigorously. Our lips met, and she responded instantly, tongues tangling fiercely. As our lips parted slightly, she murmured in a soft yet intense voice.
"Nayunie's... wet down there... mouth's open... pussy's open... even back there is ready..."
"......"
"I wanna eat oppa's cock."
What was my next schedule? Shine Candy practice check? Time to get ready? But my body ignored my thoughts—my dick throbbed hard as I grabbed her hand and headed to our usual bathroom spot.
"Let's Minute! Hello! We're Girls Minute!"
"Yeah, hey."
Jeong Ria waved half-heartedly at the rookie girl group greeting her in the waiting room, then turned back to her phone. She checked the chat with Kim Nayun.
When they'd been invited to Jimin's place, Ria and Nayun had gotten his not-quite-confession. With the harem law passed, he'd make them his wives. That's how the "Jimin's Prospective Wives" group chat was born. Just her and Nayun for now.
Once they're in, I'll lay down the law right away. Make Nayun the enforcer since she's closest to me.
The chats were mostly sharing Jimin intel. Lately, with his packed schedule, it was just Nayun's whining flooding the room.
Come to think of it, I haven't seen him much either.
Not since that happy breakfast. She'd visited the company building several times, but their schedules never aligned. The sudden drama shoot had him living at the set.
Sudden drama casting...
Idols with some experience often branched into dramas to expand their fanbase, but few succeeded. Acting wasn't easy, and they had to compete with real actors.
But...
Male actors were rare, and with Jimin's superior looks, he'd landed it instantly. Even the writer was the famous Park Sujin. Oh Minseo, his current manager, raved that his acting talent seemed innate.
She searched her phone for new articles on the title.
Perfect Man. Great title.
It sounded cheesy but fit Jimin perfectly. Two months until premiere, but imagining him on screen already had her heart racing.
Lost in thoughts of Jimin, she heard her name.
"Ria-ssi, standby."
"Got it."
Today's the finale for Fool's Love. It never hit #1 thanks to Dive in Love, but holding #2 for four weeks was a record. It elevated her from tier-1 idol vocal to singer Ria in fans' eyes—a satisfying run. Her teammates were green with envy.
"This foolish love—! If I keep it up, will you like me?"
The stage was as fun as ever. After waving to fans and heading back, she checked her phone again.
"Huh?"
A photo in the Nayun group chat. Irritation and envy hit her at once.
"How'd she meet Jimin? At the company?"
It looked like a bathroom selfie... Nayun sucking a massive cock. Size, girth, shape—it was definitely Jimin's. No doubt.
She wouldn't suck anyone else's.
Swipe. Next: Nayun impaled on Jimin's dick, captured perfectly—probably him snapping it. Enviable.
"...Ah."
Swipe. Nayun deepthroating to the base, tears and snot streaming, but beaming with bliss.
I gotta ask him to take one of me later.
His size made full deepthroat tough like Nayun, but practice got her to 10 seconds.
If the girls weren't around, I could've practiced more.
They'd smacked her for "grossly" eating bananas during "practice."
"......"
Next: Cock buried in her ass.
"...How does that even fit?"
She hadn't given that hole yet, but she'd prepped just in case. Every orifice filled—photos flooded the chat.
"Damn... I should've been there too..."
She'd given her virginity to Jimin and tasted a real man; nights were torture thinking of him. Nayun hogging him solo? Her stomach twisted with jealousy.
"......"
Scrolling back through Nayun's pics, fixating on clear shots of his cock—
"Ria unnie!"
"Wha—?!"
Ria flipped her phone face-down, spun around. A casually dressed woman beside the manager: sharp eyes, mischievous smile.
"Oh? H-hi! PD-nim!"
Ria bowed 90 degrees.
"Did I startle you? You look spooked."
Na Hyejeong PD, queen of KBC variety, waved casually.
"N-no... yeah."
She shot her manager a glare—what's this? But he shrugged cluelessly.
"So, what brings you...?"
"You busy?"
"N-no."
You make time for Na Hyejeong PD. Her shows exploded ratings—Midas touch. Stars were made on her programs. For Foxy, it'd skyrocket visibility.
"Perfect. Got a casting talk..."
She trailed off, then:
"You close with Han Jimin?"
"...Pardon?"
"Know Overnight Dinner Table?"
"...Yes."
Her healing variety hit season 4, over 15% ratings—her fourth smash.
"Wanna cast you and Jimin together? Three-parter. Sound good? Possible?"
"Uh..."
"If I lock you in, no other guests needed. I'll package you two beautifully."
"Uh..."
"No joke. We can sign a memo!"
15%+ ratings, her baby show—main cast plus guests shone bright. Manager nodded furiously, neck nearly snapping.
Can I pull it off?
With Jimin? She'd kill for it. But he was swamped—drama nonstop.
Inner conflict brief.
"I'll convince him best I can."
"I'll proceed betting on my Ria-ssi."
"Yes! Absolutely!"
Busy or not, they had something special. A little begging—or seduction—should work. If needed, her body as bait.