Let Me Read You In — K-pop After Dark

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This is Kpop After Dark, a K-pop romance with heat, secrets, and late nights, by me, Tierra Cox.

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Transcript

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Welcome. I'm Thierry Cox and this is Let Me Read You In. Today, I'm opening the door to my K-pop love series where fame gets complicated, desire gets dangerous, and love never arrives quietly. So, you want a K-pop romance with heat, secrets, late nights, and the kind of tension that makes everybody act stupid? I'm Tierra Cox, and this is K-pop after dark. Let me read you in. So, in conclusion, practice is at 8 AM tomorrow morning. No one be late, and that includes everyone. Subin, also known as Noctus, the leader of our group, stares down at each of us from his impromptual pedestal on top of a chair. I don't know why he's standing on it. He's six one and towers over everyone else, but me. He just likes being in charge is all. The power has gone to his brain. The other two alternate in between playing around, hitting each other, or looking at their phones. They don't mind being here, being held up. Me? I'm patiently waiting, or rather not so patiently, because I'm tapping my foot against the floor and I keep looking toward the door. I just want to leave. It's almost ten PM, and my girl is going to start her show soon. I'm never late. In the past two years since she started, I am never late. I make it a point of pride. As soon as the show starts, there I am. A box of tissues and oil waiting on my desk. The room is dark and warm, and I'm watching her bend, move, shake, and talk, ready to spank one out to my favorite cam girl. Sugarsnap. I don't know her real name. I wish I did. Then I could moan it when I'm close and pretend I'm balls deep in her. But saying her cam name is good enough. For now. Okay, Ovid, practice is over. Sue Ben claps his hands and I race off. Picking up my bag and shoes, I look down at my watch. It's eight thirty. It'll take me twenty minutes to get back to my place. I have to clean, shower, eat, and prepare my bedroom ambiance. By the time I'm finished, she's gonna be starting, and just like every night, she'll notice my name and speak to me. God, her voice. She talks to me. She looks right into the camera and speaks directly to me. Is this what love feels like? I've had crushes. I've been in lust, but with sugar snap, it's different. I don't care what anyone says. She notices me. Hey, two thousand cookies. Thank you, Sleepy. I've seen your name a lot. I'm watching you. My heart nearly beat out of my chest that day. I choked on my saliva and that was one of the hardest orgasms I've ever had in my life. That was two years ago, and I remember it like it was yesterday. Hey, Miru, Subin calls my name catching up to me in the elevator. Slow down. Eager to get home to your show? He chuckles. He knows what I do every Monday and Thursday at ten. Hurry up. I'm trying not to sound impatient, but I don't want to be late. You're the only one going the same direction as me. Subin jogs into the elevator and the doors close, releasing a small amount of anxiety in me. Don't be so loud either. I chide him and he smiles. Nothing wrong with a man pleasing himself after a long day. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder. Then again, maybe the way you're doing it, same girl, two nights a week for how long now? Two years. And I say that proudly. We're practically dating. But tonight is a special show. Subin's blonde hair falls in front of his eyes. Why? Anniversary special. I stare at my reflection in the chrome doors of the elevator. Fans and management have asked me to grow my hair. Now it's hanging over my shoulders. Healthy again, thick and black after the year of being bleached to hell. I shaved it short when my roots started to grow out and rock that. Subin takes a deep breath. Do you really think she notices you? He's watched sugar snap before. Subin says he sees the appeal, but not why I'm so invested in her. I mean more than just a screen name. The door's open and we step out. The black van waiting to take us to our apartments has the door open, and we climb in settling into our seats before I answer him. I clicked on her very first show out of curiosity. Now I'm here because of her personality, her smile. She's a very nice woman. Beautiful from what you can see, Subin reminds me. She wears that bunny mask. You can only see her mouth. Her delicious lips, I correct him. I don't need to see her whole face. I know she's beautiful. And God her body. My eyes close and my dick hardens in anticipation of my sugar snap. Sure. Suban stares out the window as the van begins to drive away. You ever find out where in Korea she is? I shake my head. Last week someone recognized the Daegu skyline. Before that someone said they recognized the building in Busan. It doesn't matter to me where she is, just knowing that she's somewhere near me, somewhere in Korea is enough to get my heart racing. What if I saw her on the street and never knew it? Suban sighs, pulling out his cell phone. He flicks his thumb over the screen and holds up a picture of a woman for me to look at. Look at this girl. Her name is Isul. She's twenty two and really cute. My girlfriend says she'd like you. Subin's secret girlfriend. He's been dating her for a year. This girl before me is pretty. She's not what I like though, who I find myself attracted to. Isul is the typical Korean beauty, and me, I like to delve outside of that. I find beauty and melanated skin, wide hips and thick thighs. I like full lips and bubbly personalities. I like women who know what they want. And I like sugar snap. Not my type I answer him looking at my watch again. Subin chuckles. Not a foreigner? He puts his phone away. You're twenty eight, Miru. When's the last time you went on a date? He's starting to get on my nerves. You mean without the fans finding out and turning psycho? I look at him, raising my eyebrow. The very reason you and Hannah are a secret? I didn't mean to say that. It conjures up some nasty memories for Sue Bin. Those fans ripped his girl apart, called her ugly, fat, deemed her worthless and a lowlife. She was fired from her company job, and even now her place at her new company is tentative. She's just a report editor, not a model or a singer. She's an everyday woman, and they made her life a living hell. Maybe that's why I'm clinging so tightly onto sugar snap. No one knows who she is. No one knows my adoration for her. She doesn't know who I am, and that protects her. I'm sorry, Sue. Reaching toward him I shake his shoulder. I didn't mean that. I apologize. It's fine. He answers, but it's not, I can tell. His jaw is set tight. The leader of our group, singer and rapper, looks away from me. I know what he's thinking about. Subin is thirty two. He's in a K-pop group and has been his entire life. When he was sixteen, he debuted with a group named Vic as their main rapper and face. When two of the members died in a boating accident, Vic disbanded, and Subin was immediately placed in another group as their rapper. The members were older, then he was the youngest. In three years, they disbanded. It happened on and off so many times, groups disbanding or dissolving before making their debuts. Subin did his military service early. When he was twenty nine, our company founded Ovid. We were all placed together pretty quickly. Here we are now, one of the top ten male K pop groups in Korea. We enjoy a good amount of fame and everything that comes with it, good and bad. Subin wants to start a family. He's about ready to settle down. The appeal of being a star is no longer what keeps him going. It's not, young, I speak again through the silence. I'm sorry. I know you want to settle down and start a family. You want someone to come home to and someone to love. I shouldn't have said that. Suban smirks, the corner of his mouth lifting. Thank you, Meter. I'm sorry for what I said. He shakes my knee. I can see why you're so attached, a sugar snap. The van rolls to a stop in front of our building, and our manager opens the door. Subin pushes in the code to the door, and we're greeted by the guards sitting at their desk. We live in a high security building along with a few other idols, models, or those with enough money to do so. In K-pop culture, we're marketed as a boyfriend to our fans. They know our lives, childhoods, daily occurrences and ins and outs. Our fans have access to us in a way that many other countries don't allow their celebrities. As a result, we can be stalked easily. It's safer for us to live in this building. One of our members, Juan, refuses to live alone. He shares an apartment with Jihu now after an incident where a girl broke into his home and waited for him naked in his bed. I don't even want to think about the other things the police says she did while she waited in his house. Thank goodness for cameras. No one would have believed him otherwise. Bidding our goodbyes on the elevator, I get off on the fifth floor and Subin rides it to the eighth. It's eight fifty, and I open my door, surveying the slight mess before me. I can't trust any maid to come and clean, so tonight, Thursday nights, are my cleaning days. I feel better watching my girl in a clean home. Putting my shoes away. I take my bag to the washroom and toss my clothes in the washer, beginning the cycle. Time to get to work. Nine fifty five rolls around, and my house is spotless. I've eaten dinner, something quick and filling. I showered, my hair is tied into a ponytail to avoid it falling into my eyes. Shirtless, I light a few candles in my room, bathing in their sweet but subtle scent. I have special pants for nights like these. Loose cotton with a button front closure for easy access. The lights are off, and the only light comes from the candles, and my laptop screen are on the waiting room of Sugar Snap. Tonight we get a beach scene, but that doesn't mean she'll be wearing a matching outfit. Sugar likes to lead us in one direction and show up in another. I love that about her. Two minutes before showtime a song begins to play. I recognize it. Seventies vibe love song by two well known artists. I had to translate the lyrics into Korean to truly understand what they were talking about. The singer had prepared for the woman to come to his home, and he was leaving the choice to her. Just in case he wanted to, he'd leave the door open. It's one of my favorites. The background fades away, and we're treated to a darkened room, with a sensual body dancing into the foreground. Sugarsnap. She wiggles her hips, bending over, and I sit up on my bed biting on my lower lip. I could start now, touch myself to her sexual movements and edge it until the end of the show. No, I want to savor it. This is an anniversary special, and I know she's gonna do something great. She circles her hips, dragging her hands down her body. Brown hands flutter over a blue V shaped teddy that clings to her form. The cups of the bra lay against her breast decorated in blue, green, and pink floral patterns. There's a piece right between her breasts that leaves her skin visible, and my mouth waters thinking about dragging my tongue up her breastbone. As she turns around, the chat explodes with hearts and cookies as retreated to the side of her ass, bare and brown, smooth and exposed with a sliver of fabric between her cheeks. My dick is hard as stone. Sugarsnap has told us as it gets colder in Korea, she will wear her hair straight, and now the ends of her dark hair are curled and laid over her chest. As the song ends, she bends over in her seat, smacking her ass. Again, cookies flood the chat, and I tear my eyes away from her to look at what the others are saying. User sixty nine sixty nine. That's my girl. You're so hot. Opa for you. Are you gonna play with yourself? For me? Say my name, and I'll give six hundred cookies. Big banger. Squeeze your tits, sugar snap. thirty four Dolo. Sugar Yagi, it's my birthday. Say happy birthday to me. I snort. Six hundred cookies? That's nothing. She's worth way more than that. I try not to give cookies every stream. I can outpace every guy here, no need to give myself away and have jealous men on my ass about it. They'll think I'm hogging her attention. Better to play the long game. As she sits down in her chair, sugar licks her purple painted lips, and I groan out loud. God, she starts off every show like that and it never fails to impress me. Hello, my sweeties, she croans and waves. Oh, it's thirty four Dolo's birthday. Well she twirls her hair around her finger. Happy birthday, Yobo. Have you been a good boy? He types back yes in a block of text, and I can feel the jealousy flare in my chest. That's what I want to hear, thirty four Dolo. She claps. Her nails are painted a royal blue and it goes so well against her brown skin. Dolo, come close, since it's your birthday. She gives him a moment and leans in close to the camera, pretending to kiss him. If it was me, my mind wanders through thoughts of having sugar snap here with me. Her hands on my body, her voice in my ear. I'd want her under me, on top of me. A small spot of wetness stains my pants, and I release my cock from its confines. Today, my sweeties, is a special day. It's our two year anniversary. Balloons and confetti light up my screen. So, in honor of my one million followers, of which she pouts, only four hundred and thirty seven thousand eight hundred and sixty four of you are premium subscribers. I have a special gift. Leaning to the side, my eyes are glued to the way her hair falls over her shoulder and shields her neck. I want to reach out and move it away, kiss her skin, feel her warmth. She holds up a frame picture of herself in four poses. My S class VIP subscribers should have received today their exclusive pictures of me, along with Sugar covers her mouth, a pair of panties I've worn just for you. She stares into the camera, winking. Vacuum sealed, of course. She goes through each of the tier lists, and my heart races knowing what's waiting for me in my mailbox. Should I go get them now? A pair of her panties? How long does she wear them? God, I know I'm sick, but should I open them? Smell the delicious scent of her pussy and know those panties were on her ass? There's only room for 50 subscribers on her S class list, and I'm one of the lucky ones. You miss a payment, your place gets overtaken by the next guy waiting, and it's a hefty fee to stay on it. Being an idol has its perks. Moving on, Sugar claps her hands and announces excitedly. Two years, sweeties, so that means it's contest time. My ears perk up. A contest? You heard me right. So if you've been watching me, you know I share things about myself. Every stream starting today, I'm gonna give you a website to go to, and there'll be a new question. Answer it correctly, and you'll move on to the next round. Rice cakes. What's the prize? I have to win, my love. I need to know as well. Common sense tells me that I can't play. There's no way I can win. But I can't sit back either. I know everything about sugar snap. The winner, she pauses for dramatic effect, will go on a date with me. Once again, the chat nearly crashes with how many messages flood in. Her cookie count goes up. She's at nearly two million and we just started. That's right. The lights turn low, and she leans in close, staring into the camera. I can't help myself when I lean in. My fingers trace her lips. It'll be you and me, no one else us alone on a romantic date. And guess what? She whispers. If you're a good boy, at the end of the night. Sugar moves her chair back. Her legs are splayed open. The fabric that covers her pussy is so thin it could melt against her. I'll let you taste the honey that makes sugar snap so sweet. If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna win this contest. Idle status be damned. I have to win. Well, I know you're dying to find out what happens next. So if this chapter pulled you in, don't stop here. The full story is waiting in paperback on Amazon and starting July 10th on Noir Pages. If you want more K-pop romances from me, go ahead and click that button down below. Go ahead, keep reading. I know you want to. And remember, one paragraph is the invitation. The full chapter is the trap.