Idol Fan Signing Event (1)
The trigger was simple. A flame war online—what they call a keybae.
Even if the whole world was under my hypnosis, people in the modern age couldn't just not surf the web or use communities at all. It didn't make sense.
Someone was getting viciously dogpiled, so in a heroic impulse, I jumped in to help. In other words, it was a well-intentioned comment.
But the reaction was colder than I'd expected. Guess my altruistic intent didn't come across well.
Clicking the attached link brought up a news article with screenshots of my posts.
Whoa. Things blew up.
The end of the news featured armed police guarding the venue with guns, like a declaration: try anything funny and you're shot.
They were yapping excitedly. If I were normal, a police summons would've come soon: "Why'd you post that?" "Wanted attention." Cue the red line across my neck. No wonder netizens cheered.
But unfortunately, I'm this world's ruler.
"Hoyoung, where you off to?"
"Mom, coming home late today."
Mom followed me to the door, apron tied tight, as I skipped the prepared meal and shoved on my shoes.
"What for?"
"Know the idol group Rainbow Girls?"
Mom pondered, then snapped her fingers.
"Ah! Yeah! Super popular lately. That... Erika? Even I think she's pretty."
"Going to fuck that Erika."
"What? Fuck?"
"They've got a fan signing today. Gonna fuck Erika there. Other members too if they're decent."
"......"
Mom went blank for a moment, silent.
"Fuck her good! Be careful not to stick it in some ugly bitch's pussy by mistake!"
"Got it."
She saw me off with a smile. Her farewell, of course, was a polite dogeza—prostrating flat on the floor, head down till I left.
Rainbow Girls' 6th single release! The stars shaking up Korea held their first-ever fan signing to thank fans' fervor, but their hearts were uneasy.
All because "Rainbow Girls Fan Signing Raid Threat" topped real-time search.
Especially for target Erika, members fretted endlessly.
"Should've just canceled today's signing?"
"Yeah. What if something happens..."
"Erika, so pitiful..."
Erika, though, bravely reassured them.
"Psh! No worries! What could happen?! Cops with guns covering the whole venue! Company assigned bodyguards too—women ones so we wouldn't feel uneasy! Boss worries about us, manager sis too!"
One year post-debut. Consecutive hits or not, too early to relax. Entertainment world's brutal—much to do to survive.
And she had a big dream.
"You know I auditioned in Tokyo. Parents wanted me a ballerina, taught me ballet. When I said idol, they opposed hard. Debuting in Korea, not even Japan? They disowned me."
Erika's eyes dropped sadly, recalling it. Her mom's screaming face vivid: "An idol in a backwater like Korea? We taught you ballet for that?! If you're so stubborn, get out! Never contact us again!"
"But I believe. Mom'll acknowledge me someday."
Korea wins, #1s, record sales—but still domestic. Hard to impress Japanese mom.
So from before debut, Erika's burning goal:
"Someday, Tokyo Dome concert."
"Erika..."
"Yeah! We can do it!"
"We'll help!"
Members from China, USA, Korea united in support.
Tokyo Dome! With this momentum, not impossible. Japan debut imminent, Hallyu deep there—fanbase building.
Reunion with mom seemed near.
"Let's do our best! Signing'll go great! Bodyguards, and fans if needed!"
"Right, Erika!"
"Let's nail it!"
"Fighting!"
Manager Sung Chaeyeon smiled at the hugging quartet.
Not all groups bond. Many rivals turn enemies.
But veteran Chaeyeon knew: mega-success from genuine love.
Rainbow Girls had it—next-gen K-pop star potential.
Even with raid threat at first signing, bonds deepened.
Chaeyeon watched warmly, then sternly reminded of duties.
"Enough teen drama? Signing starts soon. This ain't casual—it's a stage! Fans watch every move. No mistakes."
"Yes, manager sis!"
"...Good response."
The 'hated strict role' to curb complacency—she chose it. Wishing their success truly.
'...Heh. Unnecessary worry? They know what to do.'
Chaeyeon once dreamed top idol. Pretty, aced auditions, debuted—but bad agency. Slave contract, no push, group disbanded, dream shattered.
'Won't let you girls suffer that.'
Now, raising groups fills the void. Many managed, but Rainbow Girls special. That 'aura' from start.
So, grow them big. First signing—must succeed. For them.
"30 minutes till start. Prep mentally. Stay tense. Erika, extra careful."
"Yes, sis! But where you going?"
"Last 30, you're on your own. I'll step out. Raid threat worries me. Guarding door—no entry."
"No need to..."
"Quiet. I want to."
Not just job. As fan, woman, sunbae with same dream—protect them.
'That's my dream now.'
Chaeyeon left, cheering their bright future. No one enters next 30 minutes.
"Oh, Rainbow Girls' waiting room?"
But bumped into strange man right outside. Seemed headed in—unknown face. Not staff, venue, director, producer, guard, or cop. Build too average.
"Who're you?"
"And you? Not a member—too old."
"I'm only 30? Their manager."
"Ah, manager? Pretty for one."
"Was an idol once."
"For real? What group?"
"Katrina..."
Huh? Why spilling to stranger? Katrina's my black history—no one knows. Whatever.
"Whoa! Katrina member? Face rings bell. Liked that song? My Love Only?"
"Ah, you know. Our one hit."
"Wait... you're Sung Chaeyeon. Right?"
"Yes. Even my name."
"Unexpected bonus. Can I grope your tits?"
"? Sure."
Letting stranger grope. Whatever.
"Nice big tits as expected."
"Ah, yes..."
"Auditioned with tits?"
"Singing."
"Why's Katrina member managing?"
"Agency dispute disbanded us. Tough times..."
"Ah. Wanna idol again?"
"Yeah. Too old now, but Rainbow Girls' success is my dream."
"Good girl."
"Thanks."
Not bad guy...? Face flushed from ongoing groping.
"Anyway, this their waiting room?"
"Yes."
"Can I enter?"
"Sure."
"Gonna fuck the members raw."
"? Yes, go ahead."
"Not like that."
"?"
What'd I do wrong? Just normal.
Chaeyeon tilted head.
"You gotta beg: 'Please enter and fuck our members.'"
"Ah."
Forgot greeting. Embarrassed at her ditziness, bowed 90 degrees politely.
"Please enter the waiting room and fuck Rainbow Girls' fresh pussies. I beg you."
"Good manager."
"Thank you."
Door opened.
"Guard door, no one else."
"Yes."
Back to strict manager face, she stood guard, eyes blazing with resolve.
"No one's getting in. I'll protect Rainbow Girls."
Her firm vow echoed beyond door as Kim Hoyoung easily entered.
Four beauties in revealing stage outfits (from new MV shoot).
"Ooh, idols IRL look like this. Who first? Right, who's Erika?"
"Me...? But who..."
Erika hesitantly raised hand, armpit fully exposed.