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Karina… What a stupid alias to go by. To have every album, every magazine shoot and every photocard printed with that dumb stage name. Minjeong laughed bitterly and tossed away her rival's album back into the hands of Karina’s agent.
“Jimin wasn’t nice enough?”
“It was her choice for the name.” He said in a deep, monotone voice.
Minjeong lifted her heels off her polished grey desk and onto the smooth hardwood floor. She sighed and ran a hand through her silky dirty blonde hair and chuckled at the bored agent.
“You know a collaboration will never happen right? You’re wasting mine and her time by being here.”
Karina’s agent rolled his eyes and pulled out a paper from his briefcase.
“Minjeong…”
“Since when were we on a first name basis here?”
The older man scowled, “Winter…” He said through gritted teeth, “You know the popularity this collaboration would give could be staggering. The top two idols, both self proclaimed princesses of pop making a song could be a hit like you’d never imagine. Your fantastic range, her deep husk, it’d be an instant success.”
Minjeong stayed unbothered by his offers, “You’re expecting rivals to join? How many times do I have to tell you? We're fighting each other to win the crown for ourselves, not to share it. Now if you wouldn’t mind, you’ve wasted enough of my time. Leave immediately.”
Inside, the agent fought the urges to spit back and insult her for her reluctance but then again, his superstar wasn’t also too fond of this idea. All the producers, investors and fans demanded it but they were too unwilling for whatever reason.
“Fine.” He scoffed, “Your loss.”
Minjeong only laughed, genuinely laughed at everyone’s fascination with the two rivals that was never satiated.
Little did they know, they both got enough satisfaction from each other without ever revealing how to the curious public. What would they say if they knew the two K-pop princess were secretly fuck buddies behind the scenes?
Minjeong inhaled the slow drag of her cigarette. The smoke shortly blew after in the nighttime breeze on Jimin’s forty story penthouse patio. Minjeong tossed the cig off the railings, not caring where it fell, someone else's problem now.
She turned around and saw Jimin buttoning up her white and blue striped shirt, the extra large that draped down to her knees. Her now short black hair blew lightly in the wind and Minjeong chuckled.
“You look like an old hag with that cut.”
Jimin didn’t mind the comment, “I heard they’re wanting to dye you grey like a grandma next comeback. Thoughts?”
“It’s fucking heinous.” Minjeong spat.
“Then it suits you.”
Minjeong tapped her middle finger along the dusty rail and eyed Jimin like her prey. Jimin looked back and maintained a tense, challenging eye contact with her. The two superstars stared each other down, their breathing increasing with each passing second their eyes stayed locked.
“Your eyes say it all.”
“Say what, Karina?”
“They’re trying to look mean, intimidating and carless. But I see deeper.”
“And what do you see.” Minjeong tested.
Jimin smirked dangerously, “Pathetic lust. An animal that keeps running back to the one she hates the most because it makes her scream uncontrollably.”
Minjeong only raised a brow and tried to hide the hitch in her breath at Jimin’s words. Jimin noticed and chuckled deeply, sending strong shivers down Minjeong’s spine.
Jimin got up and slowly approached the woman leaning against a rail. When she got close enough, she wrapped a nimble hand around Minjeong’s slender neck and breathed into her ear.
“You don’t even fight it. You’re not even ashamed to be in the open on the patio, knowing someone might look up and see Korea’s second biggest star in the grip of her rival.”
“Second biggest?!” Minjeong spat in disgust, “Who are you to decide?”
Jimin’s hands slinked around to the back of her neck where she grabbed some skin at the scruff like a dog. Minejong huffed and tried to push Jimin away with her hands but she stayed and smiled at the little fight.
“You are, aren't you? Your last album sales says it pretty clearly.”
Minjeong pushed Jimin back into the master bedroom and onto the messy sheets. They were rumpled, pushed all over and in a state of disaster. With Jimin sprawled out on the white sheets, Minjeong leaned down to kiss the other furiously, a hand tight on Jimin’s hip bone so she wouldn’t leave.
“You think you’re the one in charge?” Minjeong said in little moments of reprise from the fiery kiss, “Think you’re the king in this?”
“Mm. The way you fight me tells me I am.” Jimin grinned to tease Minjeong, “You know I’m the one in charge, that’s why you always fight me so hard.”
Minjeong grunted in anger and ripped Jimin’s dress shirt in half, sending the white buttons flying to the messy ground already filled with loose clothes and discarded pillows. She dove her face into Jimin’s left breast and nipped at the sensitive nipple.
Jimin flinched at the sharp pain and gasped for air. Below her, Minjeong smiled in victory looking at Jimin’s flushed face and continued to love the nub aggressively.
“Oh you think you have control?” Jimin said back, “You’re the one whorshipping my body… Giving me the pleasure I want.”
Jimin lifted her arms above her head, exposing more of her admired body to Minjeong who gleefully explored. Her soft tongue and lips traced across her flat stomach, worshipping the smooth skin which had people melting in the seats at Jimin’s concerts. Minjeong secretly felt proud that she was the only one to see this desired body, to be part with what millions of fans desired.
“Oh right there…” Jimin mumbled darkly when Minjeong’s chin touched the beginning of her pelvic bone. Slowly, Minjeong dipped lower until her tongue was gently giving the first licks to her core and Jimin’s body jerked.
Minjeong always kept her eyes wide open during this, wanting to watch Jimin slowly lose control over the pleasure she could give. It filled her ego, sent a strong boost of pride within her watching the stoic singer and rapper lose herself.
With Minjeong’s nose rubbing her clit and her tongue exploring inside her hole, Jimin bit her lip so hard it drew the taste of iron blood. Jimin gripped tightly onto the girl's hair, pulling some strands out and making Minjeong gasp but never let her mouth off from her pussy.
“Oh keep going!” Jimin moaned and her voice pitched higher and higher.
Minjeong placed a hand on Jimin’s breasts, fondling them while she poured all her might and effort in rubbing her face in her rival’s most intimate part. Her cheeks, chin and nose were drenched in her wetness but that only spurred Minjeong on more to continue, to get the reward of being the only person in Korea to make the beloved star cum.
Jimin’s moans got uncontrollable and her body spasms. Minjeong’s hands left her breasts and gripped onto her hips, strong enough to leave deep bruises that’d have the stylists questioning the next day what she did. Minjeong used the muscle built up from training in the gym everyday to hold down the shaking girl’s body as a powerful orgasm rocked through her. Minjeong was lost for breath in the moments she came, never coming up for breath and remaining to stay buried in her beautiful core.
When the powerful waves stopped, Jimin was only left with the pleasant aftershocks and sensitivity. Minjong knew this and lapped all the distinct nectar from an already overly sensitive Jimin. Jimin tried to push her head away but was too spent from hours before from fucking that she just let her lap it up.
An unusual silence and calmness fell around them, the room quiet and they simply basked in the afterglow of another good round of sex.
Until Jimin broke it.
“Get out. I don’t want to see your face in the morning.” Jimin said with a sleepy voice.
Minjeong knew she was close to passing out and they made a promise to never see the other sleep, never see each other when they were most vulnerable.
Minjeong didn’t ask any further questions, just simply picked up her things and left in a discreet taxi and a disguise that no one would look twice at.
“Winter?” Jimin gave a hearty laugh. She was shining bright on the TV. On an early morning show to promote a single arriving next Monday. The studio hosts were nice but eventually they asked about how she feels about releasing a single on the same day as the other princess of pop.
“Oh Winter is not a threat. She’s barely scraping by with the meager scraps she’s making from her albums. I actually once told her agent after an award show that the long hiatuses between her comebacks damages her instead of benefits her. When the fans wait too long, they become bored and move onto the next rising star. It's just a simple fact no one can dispute, no ill intention, just plain facts.”
“Disgusting.” Minjeong scowled. She was watching alongside her producers, managers and writers who watched on the projector the interview in the lunchroom.
“You know she’s gonna do it every time you’re mentioned.” Her top sound mixer said, “Don’t take it too personally.”
“Taking it personally?” Minjeong snapped back at him.
“Seems like you do.”
Minjeong growled, “Don't you have some chicken to eat?”
He took it seriously and learned to shut up and stuff his mouth full of food.
“This kind of drama on the TV only makes the tabloids more loud about finding flaws in me. It's like they listen to her bitch and take it seriously! It's unfair!”
“To be fair… You’ve said pretty nasty things about her too.” Her manager spoke.
“Oh Jihoon… Calling her a twat was well deserved.”
“But you know… That was two years ago, when your first album was on top. I know you hate to think about it but your last two mini’s haven't done as well as hers, you should be careful about what you say to the media now or you’ll look like a jealous, bitter bitch.”
Minjeong gave him a deathly glare, “Because I said she was a sellout last month? Just as Karina says, I’m saying nothing but facts. Just plain facts.”
“It’ll hurt you to appear so bothered. I’d say just let Karina go on with this tirade, for now she’s got an ego as the top album seller but let’s be classy about taking her down. Let’s make this third full album one of the best, no fighting, no petty insults, only a classy, undisputable way of putting you on the top of the industry again.”
She knew her manager was right, he’s been with her since she was an eager, little rookie fighting through tooth and nail to be a top soloist. Throughout the years, he’s known how to polish her image so perfectly that’d it’d be hard to find faults in her, hard to people to hate her with a passion.
Unfortunately for him, Minjeong was typically a good listener with the only exception being another top soloist.
With that one, it was harder to reason with Minjeong.
“As much as I hate to play nice with her… You’re right.” Minjeong shook her head and stood up from her spinning black chair to address the lunch room, “Break is cut short. Second that clock hits Twelve thirty we’re back in the studio until nine. We gotta work hard to get the best results.”
With most people leaving early to avoid awarkly eating with the demanding boss, Minjeong was shortly left alone in the lunch room and she looked out the window to see the sprawling urban jungle of Seoul. Above was the projector and Jimin was still in the interview. Minjeong took the remote and turned the volume higher, curious to what she’d say before leaving the show.
“The single will come and you’ll be blown away by it. To be honest, I’ve heard enough rumours about delays on Winter’s end that I bet you’ll only be hearing my song that day, not hers.”
Minjeong raised her brow and watched in anger at the hosts looking shocked.
“But I thought it was to come along with your single? To compete.” A woman asked.
“It was to be a promotional single for the big album later on but they’re behind schedule. I wouldn’t hope for a single from her next week, don’t count your breath. But let’s say… Even if there was, she wouldn’t be able to top me.”
Minjeong smirked dangerously.
“Let’s see about that.”
It was a luxurious gala, an after party for a rich art exhibit by an idol hoping to branch into new industries. Minjoeng didn’t bother to see the art, but she knew Jimin went, she always was an art snob believing her knowledge of random artists put her on a pedestal.
When Minjeong arrived on the red carpet in her long, tight and sleeveless black dress the camera’s lights flashed rapidly and she was once again the center of attention. Her conservative parents often thought she was an attention whore, a slut for any camera on her which Minjeong argued furiously about.
But who cared about them, they were the ones to blame for the fame with selling their ten year old to a company and slave contract so young.
But she couldn’t deny the glee that erupted inside her chest when all the reporters were laser focused on her.
That was until they switched focus and Minjeong turned to the hall doors with a scowl when she saw who they had switched to.
Karina.
With a new short bob with straight bangs that Minjeong thought was dead ugly, she stood in a long, tight and sparkly red dress. Bold makeup and a pearly smile that shined in the night. Minjeong couldn’t deny she looked gorgeous aside from the old woman’s hair.
Gracefully, Jimin strolled down the red stairs and onto the same carpet where Minjeong was. They stood six feet apart and both posed similarly for the cameras. Reporters were torn on who to focus on, some took shots of the both of them and some stayed focused on one celebrity the whole time.
Through fake smiles and extravagant poses, they both were challenging each other in a popularity contest.
“I think you’re losing.” Jimin said through gritted teeth, so tense that no one noticed she spoke.
“You may be the hot shit now but I’ve held this industry longer than you have.”
Jimin quirked a brow, “You really think because you were on top with sales three years ago that nothing has changed? That the people aren’t slowly moving on?”
Minjeong had nothing to say for once, but when she did, Jimin was already moving back into the gala hall.
“Don’t bother. You know the truth.”
The reporters and cameraman were left hungry for more of Karina’s beauty and all attention shifted from Minjeong to her. The crowd huddled over, following the other beauty up the stairs and Minjeong was left standing alone and cold with no lights, no praise of attention being showered onto her.
If she wasn’t ready to kill Jimin before, she definitely was now.
So she picked up her phone from her small leather purse and went onto the conversation only used for setting up meetups and discussing times.
She knew her text went through when Jimin stopped at the doors to quickly glance at her phone and stare back at a lonely Minjeong for a brief second before going into the gala to mingle with the other celebrities.
Room 214 was where Minjeong found Jimin patiently waiting outside long after the mindless party for the elite was dying down at three in the morning. The second Minjeong stepped out of the red and old elevator, she saw Jimin and pounced. Jimin barely had time to open the door behind them but she did and fell backwards into the small hotel room. Minjeong was already on her lap, pinning her hands down to the floor and leaving Jimin gasping for air.
“What business did you have revealing my delays. Huh?”
Jimin only smiled with a naughty gaze, “The people were expecting you next Monday, they’ve been waiting for so long that they were so excited but now you’re going to disappointment with another hiatus I hear? It was only fair to share the truth.”
Minjeong groaned and slammed Jimin’s back into the ground once again, making her gasp.
“You have no right to share this with the public. You are not part of my team.”
“But I am pretty close to you. I was the first one to touch you after all.”
Suddenly, Jimin flipped them over and with Minjeong’s hand in hers and a knee bumping against Minjeong’s panties, Jimin enjoyed seeing Minjeong helpless.
“You know I also wasn’t lying when I said you couldn’t top me. In whatever situation we’re in, I'm in control.”
“No you’re not!” Minjeong said with fury.
“Brave words coming from the girl in handcuffs.”
Minjeong was so caught up in trying to break free from her body that she didn’t notice the locks on her wrists. Minjeong gasped and tried to free her hands but Jimin only picked her up like a princess and tossed her on the bed.
“Don’t squirm anymore or I’ll tie you to the bedpost.”
Minjeong smiled, “Is that a promise?”
Jimin tilted her head, “Maybe.”
Jimin began to slowly unzip the red dress making Minjeong squirm and rub her thighs together for any friction. Jimin could tell the agonizing effect this had and smirked devilishly.
“You want to see more? What a beggar.”
With a long zip, Jimin’s dress slowly slid off and she was soon in nothing but a black bar and panties. But just as quickly as Minjeong could lay eyes on the undergarments, they were also discarded and Minjeong could once again lay eyes on her supple body.
She was practically drooling like a dog, staring her body up and down and Minjeong leaned forward to touch her but groaned when she remembered about her hands.
“If you’re so against me being in control then how about we do something equal?”
Minjeong looked excited, a smile tempting Jimin to continue with whatever knowing Minjeong would most likely love.
“Pleasure me and I’ll pleasure you.”
Jimin said that before sliding down onto her stomach and draping her taller but wider body across Minjeong’s soft and naked skin. Soon enough, Minjeong was greeted with Jimin’s bare pussy, only with a few short hairs around it and it was right in her face. Minjeong didn’t want to rush everything, rather wanted to take some time to admire what others had no luxury viewing.
“Doing it at the same time?” Minjeong smirked and breathed lightly onto her core.
Karina did the same to Minjeong and rested her chin on her pelvis before speaking back.
“On the count to three we’ll begin.”
“One…” Jimin whispered and Minjeong gulped.
“Two…”
Just before it hit three, Minjeong’s phone rang and she quickly glanced over to see it was her manager.
“Oh ignore it.” Jimin whined.
Minjeong kept looking back however, curious about how many messages he sent all with bold capitals letters saying ‘URGENT’. Something she should probably take very seriously but right now, she had heaven on Earth on the tip of her tongue.
“Fuck it.”