so in an insane monopoly move the big 4 kpop companies have now joined to make their own coachella called âphenomenonâ starting in korea 2027 (apparently going global later in 2028) and someone said this lmao
jest aside this has to tick a lot of boxes to be good/safe/issue-free/fan- and small artist-friendly instead of an overpriced lip-syncing kcon rebrand catastrophe that boybossed too close to the sun.Â
the fandom reaction has been lukewarm to negative on twitter all around. someone said the sound guys couldnât even get one idol (taemin) right at coachella so how are they gonna pull this off with several artists at once while organizing everything from scratch with bad PR đ
it has one perk and thatâs money not going into the pocket of the highly problematic coachella billionaire owner (as if k-pop ceos are any better, i know), but itâs really giving big fish tries to eat bigger fish đŠ
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2NE1 is a South Korean girl group formed in 2009. Known for their musical experimentation, fashion, and stage presence, they are a leading figure of the Korean Wave and among the most influential K-pop girl groups of all time. They are recognized for expanding girl group styles in the Korean music industry, which in turn broke stereotypes of K-pop.
"I Am the Best" was released for digital download and streaming as the third single from the group's self-titled second EP on June 24, 2011. Written and produced by Teddy Park, "I Am the Best" is an electro house and electropop track that integrates hip hop and Middle Eastern elements through its instrumentation. Its lyrics contain themes of self-confidence and narcissism.
Music journalists praised the production and 2NE1's performance and considered it a pioneer of the Korean wave and K-pop's "girl crush" concept, which denotes themes of ferocity and female empowerment. Many publications ranked it among the best K-pop songs of the decade and all time. It peaked at number one on the South Korean Gaon Digital Chart and was the fourth-best-selling single of 2011 in South Korea, with more than 3.4 million downloads sold. It won Song of the Year at the 2011 Mnet Asian Music Awards and Best Dance & Electronic Song at the 9th Korean Music Awards.
Seo Hyun-seung directed the music video for "I Am the Best", which won a MTV Video Music Award Japan for Best New Artist Video in 2012. The video attracted two million views in two days after its release. It was one of Youtube's top 10 trending videos in several territories worldwide, including France, Hong Kong, Sweden, Taiwan, and Mexico.
The song received renewed attention after appearing in a 2014 commercial for Microsoft's Surface Pro 3; Capitol Records released it in the US on December 10, 2014. The single peaked at number 61 on the French SNEP singles chart and made 2NE1 the first Korean group to have a number-one song on the Billboard US World Digital Songs chart. It was included in the Xbox 360 Kinect game Dance Central 3 (2012), the video-game series' first K-pop song, and was added to the soundtrack of Ubisoft's game Just Dance 2020.
"I Am the Best" received a total of 55,8% yes votes.
2NE1'S Lee Chaerin/CL x Blackpink's Jennie Kim x Male Reader
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I had this ridiculous idea a few days ago and since I had to wake up early today, I decided to delay it no further. This is another one of the "___ in 2026?!" Forgive me. Please give it a chance before you throw stones at me.
Basically: "My wife and I saw you from across the bar and she really fucking hates your vibe."
Marrying Chaerin was the best choice you made.Â
Here was the toughest, richest woman in Koreaâpale skin, iron fist, eyes that could turn you to stone if you looked into them too longâand she chose you. Sheâs leaning comfortably against your shoulder as she nurses a glass of tequila. The big stone on her finger tells the world youâre hers as much as she is yours. You belong to each other, a match made in business classes back in your early twenties. When Chaerin walked into that classroom, specs sitting on her nose and brown hair done into a ponytail, you knew you were done for.Â
No one could ever get this comfortable and close with the CL, businesswoman and former big time rapper of girl group 2NE1. Every controversy just makes her more untouchable. Youâre the only one who could call her Chaerin, the only one who could joke around with her. When people learned you married her, they congratulated you with a bit of fear in their eyes. The woman was a beast. What did she see in you that matched her?
Youâve no idea either. But sheâs beautiful, and you wonât go anywhere.Â
This is where it gets difficult: your worst choice is going to this club, for Chaerin spots something across the bar that she really, really hates. And, since with a face like that, no oneâs ever not cowered in her presence, she expects the same.
Her cloak slips off her shoulders, revealing her milky skin and that dangerous neckline that scoops her breasts. You know better than to tell Chaerin what she should and shouldnât wear on your seventh anniversary. Youâd come out with less stitches from a car accident. It benefits you anywayâyour eyes only go there and she chides you.
âPervert,â she says. Her voice always runs smoothly, like a song recording filtered of dead air. Whether itâs devastating news or saying itâs dinnertime, Chaerin rarely deviates from her clear tone unless itâs to yell.
âAm I not allowed to look at you?â You place an arm around her. âLike youâre sizing up that poor girl over there?â
Well⌠you wouldnât say poor. A girl like that, with salon-smooth hair and a closet of Chanel, surely isnât any more lower class than Chaerin is. You can tell from the way she carries herself that sheâs from old money. Father probably taught her to fold her hands like that, and her mother taught by example to keep her shoulders back.Â
But yeah, sure, you say poor as in, well, pitiableâno oneâs particularly okay after Chaerin gets through to them.
âNo and no. Iâm not sizing her up.â Yet she tilts her head to the side to keep observing the lone girl. âIâm trying to kill her.â
An aggressive hyperbole is not new from Chaerin. But you still have to ask: âWhy?ââ
Chaerin rubs at your knuckles, her thumb sliding over the gaps. âJennie Kim. Old money, pretty face, horrible personality. Somehow old Yang decided she was the top moneymaker and threw me away.â
You thought you were tripping. So that was Jennie Kim. Anyone would recognize her. Sheâs from one of the biggest girl groups on the planet and billboards in every street. A Chanel princess. The cameraâs sweetheart. Young, rich, and ridiculously attractive.
But to your wife, sheâs someone who ought to be six feet under with the shovel still stuck in the dirt.Â
The company did her own group dirty. There are a lot of issuesâpublicized, exaggerated, and smeared once the media decided theyâll believe what they want to believeâwhich you know Chaerin would rather not bring up. But you see each one flash through her eyes right now, narrowing in slits as she curses her former colleague. It doesnât matter if the womanâs half a decade younger or a junior in the horrid workplace that is the K-pop industry. Jennie Kim meant shit to her.
You chuckle. Chaerin is unpredictable. Here you thought a high end club with suited individuals and million-dollar menus could keep her in check. How dumb of you.Â
âSo youâre planning to beat up a Blackpink member whom you met when she was fourteen,â you say. âGot it.â
But you canât deny that the girlâs beautiful. Sharp eyes, even sharper collarbone, and a pretty little mouth glossed with blood red. She has the kind of face people wish theyâd have in their next lifeânatural, soft Hera features that the best plastic surgeon canât replicate.Â
âDonât make it sound so odd.â Chaerin crosses one gorgeous leg over the other. âIt isnât my fault I got my way into the game early and sheâs still playing wannabe model.â
âRight.â
âAnd sheâs been a bitch forever.â
âItâs all in the past now, sweetheart.â
âSo?â Chaerinâs getting worked up now, thinking of all the strings Jennie was able to pull and the connections she stole. âThe point still stands. I built a name of my own early on, and she wouldnât be here without me.â
Chaerinâs eyes sparkle suddenly (how the hell does she do that on command) as she turns her head to you. Youâre already afraid of what she plans to do. That woman will stop at nothing and controls herself for nobody.
âAw, darling,â she says, âwill you lie to the judge for me if the little princess goes missing?â
âIâd do anything for you, Chaerin, but please, itâs our anniversary. Save yourself the trouble.â
âIâll do whatever I want. She didnât save herself the trouble when she fucking lied to my face aboutââ
âPoint taken,â you say, raising your hands in surrender. Save Chaerinâs filthy words from cracking the soft jazz playing. Youâre hopelessly in love with Chaerin; of course you let her win every fight. âI just need you to settle down, honey. Youâve got better things to do with your time.â
She seems to like the way you put that. Youâre right. Sheâs got better things to do than give any second of her time to Jennie. Chaerin could drink another glass, order another slice, or, better yet, do whatever she liked to you. She was good at that. Dangerously good.
You and Chaerin reminisce together for the next thirty minutes. Your anniversary had just passed, and this was the only major celebration that you could fit in your schedules. Tomorrow, she has a meeting with Dara, and yesterday, you met up with the Jung family to discuss their daughterâs contracts. Today is the perfect time to recall how you met.Â
2000 and something. Business class. Youâre on a scholarship and of course Chaerinâs got backing. Everyone swoons the minute she sits in her chair. Sheâs popular, sheâs rich, and sheâs so fucking cool itâs enviable. She colored her hair even when the dress code was against it. She wore the tiniest fucking clothes even when your professor chastised her for it. That wooden chair sort of becomes her throne. In a stupid attempt to get close to her, you ask her for help on the formula and things happen. Soon, sheâs laughing as you recount stumbling over your words to ask her out. And Chaerin laughs loudlyâher cackle bounces off the walls like a cultish mantra. You describe it as just that and it amplifies.Â
All the while, Jennie Kim sits alone at the end of the bar. Sheâs drinking only a little, but you can tell sheâs a heavyweight anyway. She went to the most elite university in New Zealand, was a global superstarâyou expected her days were filled with enough liquor to practice. Parties in the Bronx, reunions with her members, a hookup with someone whoâs got just as much at stake as she does.Â
Chaerin confirms this, taking out her rarely used phone and bringing you to Jennieâs Instagram. User jennierubyjane dons shades as she dances in a neon party. Sheâs not afraid to let skin show either. A tube top shows off those ninety degree shoulders and the tiniest waist youâve seen. In the next picture on the carousel, sheâs in a bikini, in the lap of a womanâprobably her best friendâand laughing.Â
âSo thatâs what she does instead of fucking resigning,â says Chaerin, pissed. âKissing girls and living off hangovers. Jesus, itâs like she never graduated high school.âÂ
âWhat, youâve never kissed a girl before?âÂ
âWhen I get bored of you, I might,â she tells you. You laugh and Chaerin caresses your cheek to inform you itâs jest. âThe girlâs a textbook bisexual. She gives it to whoever so much puts their hands on her waist.â
âHow do you know?â
Chaerin purses her lips. Youâll see. She was always right.Â
But, as Chaerin later tells you, sheâs at least got some sense in that pretty little head. Sheâd only met her once during predebutâback when the old man still cared about our band. But afterwards, sheâd watched Jennie on the big stage, even chatted with her. It was all just advice on how to handle fame, where to hide secret boyfriends, what food to eat that fit the ridiculous diets.
Then Jennie released a solo song and all that was out of the window.
Chaerin argues the song was supposed to be hers. She had a demo and everything. It was originally supposed to be rap-heavy, with a feature from a Western artist. But they had reworked it to suit Jennie and she went with it, even if Chaerin had been such a good senior to her, the little bitch. If she'd resigned with Yang, she could dominate Korea. Might even do it better than he ever will, Chaerin is willing to admit to herself. Sheâd managed to sneak into the file room when the security guard was too smitten to forbid her anything. She knew what she was talking about. All her information is straight from the source.Â
You and Chaerin toast to the future and to Jennie Kimâs karma. It gets her slightly tipsy, and tipsy Chaerin is even more unpredictable. Right now, sheâs getting on her feet with a clear destination.
âWhat exactly is your plan here?â you ask, heart pounding. The bill is paid already. You can go back to the suite from the elevator and break the place in. Itâs your anniversary after all.Â
Turns out Chaerinâs got the same idea. She winks at you (trust me) as she goes over to Jennie. You, the ever faithful man who promised to be with her in sobriety and without, follow suit. Start to think about what lies to tell to the judge. Measure just how much Jennieâs hospital bill was going to be and remind yourself to set aside money.
God, the girlâs even more gorgeous up close. A body toned from Pilates, sheâs fucking tiny, from that flawless face to the waist under the mesh Chanel. A look of recognition passes over her when she sees Chaerinâs figure shadow over her like a New York building.
âOh, sunbaenim!â Jennieâs clearly surprised. She hasnât heard from Chaerin in years. Itâs hard to when your wifeâs blocked her on Instagram. She bows politely, offering you her hand first. Itâs smooth as a kittenâs paw. âHow are you?â
Her English is noticeably twisted with an accent cultivated from some high-end subdivision. Somewhere with Greek statues for an entrance and horses on its hills. Something like that. She has a pretty smile.
âNo need for the formalities,â Chaerin says. She sits on the stool beside Jennie while you take your place behind your wife. âWeâre here to have fun, not for business.â
âIf you insist.â Jennie flips her hair to the side of her shoulder. âI hope youâre having a splendid anniversary.â
âThank you,â you say pleasantly, and Chaerin shoots you a glare. But itâs hard not to be nice to Jennie despite the clear tension. She looks⌠sweet. Talks sweet, too Her face softens right where Chaerinâs sharpens into strong lines. But you do see the similarity, understand why YG shaped her to be the new supremeâher eyes are as daunting as Chaerinâs. Rarely do they lose the intimidating shape. Itâs the sort that promises no mercy if you ever rub her the wrong way.
Chaerin twists her finger along the rim of her glass. Her silver earring reflects in it. âWhat about you, Jennie? Got any bad boys we can congratulate?âÂ
Jennie giggles. âOh god, no. Theyâre a waste of my time. The less men in my life, the better.â
âReally. It seems youâve got plenty.â
Your heart races. Jennie raises a dark brow and turns her face to look Chaerin in the eye, something no one has ever dared to do before. Her palm carries the soft dent of her chin.
âWhat exactly are you getting at here?â Jennie asks.
Anyone would have backed down the moment Jennieâs words get poisonous, the moment her Dracula fangs come out to play. You place a hand around Chaerinâs waist. But how did you forget that Chaerin wonât let herself be spoken to like that? Especially not from someone like Jennie Kim?â
âI donât know, kid,â says Chaerin monotonously, âwhat do you think Iâm getting at here?â
âHit dogs hollerâ is what Chaerin likes to say. She brushes off any ill comment made by an intrusive journalist and hate messages DMed by some anonymous account. Sheâs no reason to be offended if she isnât whatever they say she is. For all she knows, she isnât a slut.
She wonders what that says about Jennie.
Chaerin could be such a diplomat if she wanted to. This is how she walks runways and keeps adoring fans on a leash. She talks her way into them with her visuals to go along with it. But it seems that with Jennie, the words just donât feel right in her mouth. She canât think of anything nice to say about her junior. Your olive branch of a smile doesn't seem to get to her either.
âWould you girls like a drink?â you ask meekly.Â
Jennie still doesnât stop glaring at Chaerin. Doesnât even look at you. âThank you,â she deadpans. âYouâre too kind.â
You ask the bartender for a nice, tall bottle of gin. Your wife pops the cork off and takes a swig straight from its mouth. Jennieâs brows are still raised when she hands the bottle back to her. She pours herself a glass, and offers you one, too. You accept it. Keep the bottle at armâs length just in case Chaerin lets the liquor escalate things.Â
But Jesus, theyâre both a sight for sore eyes. If the place were any dimmer, youâd think two vampires were having a conversation. Chaerinâs older than Jennie, but you wouldnât have guessed much difference. Thereâs not a blemish on either of their gorgeous visages. They must have drank from the fountain of youth and made it a pact to keep the location secret.
âThat is such a nice ring, sunbae.â Jennieâs drawn herself closer to take a proper look. The shimmer on the large rock is admirable.Â
At least someoneâs trying to be civil. Sarcasm still drips from her words, but itâs the attempt that matters. You canât fight fire with fire. Any more of that and the bar would be in flames. Theyâll both be arrested for arson and youâd be in the cell with them as an accomplice.
Chaerin looks mildly surprised, but she studies the rock on her finger, too. âIt is. And weâre quite a happy couple, thank you very much.â
âReally now.â Jennie smirks. âCanât imagine anyoneâs happy to be around you. Word goes around fast. They say youâre quite angry at Yang for dismissing you.â
âExcuse meââ you raise your voice, but the women ignore it. Youâve no place in the conversation.Â
Chaerin tilts her head. âArenât you a little young to speak to me like that?â
âYoung enough to see when someoneâs spent the last of their time in the spotlight.â
Chaerinâs explained they were mostly civil around each other. They attend one anotherâs concerts for posterity, but photos together are a no. Theyâre too similar yet too different. Chaerinâs old-school, preferring to stay at the height she worked to be at. Sheâs not greedy. Jennie, meanwhile, is too ambitious for her liking, head in the clouds and feet nowhere near the ground. To Jennie Kim, a billion won allowance from mommy dearest wasnât enough to be big. She believes she needs to make the money on her ownâcollaborations, brand deals, solo tours⌠you name it. She thinks she has it all figured out. You snort, because if thereâs anything you should know about rich parents, they can only provide a little lesson about financial independence with that amount of money.Â
Chaerin agreed. Always, they had a fall-backâa business for the offspring to take over, connections to get them into any type of job, and an inheritance of your dreams. For fuckâs sake, the girl drove a Porsche to the trainee dorm.Â
âThe industry isnât kind to pretty girls. Trust me, Iâd know. Youâll get your time soon.â Chaerin lets her eyes pass over Jennie, from that tiny top to the even tinier skirt that shows each bit of those thighs.Â
You perk up. Itâs ChaerinâChaerin being nice. Who wouldnât be happy with CL saying that?
Jennieâs different. Sheâs been told that a million times by guys trying to get in her pants. She isnât easily flattered.
But to your surprise, a proud smile stretches on those glossed lips.Â
âYou think Iâm pretty?â
Chaerin blinks, disarmed only for a moment. She returns the sarcastic smile as she takes interest in the glass in your hand.Â
Jennie doesnât let it go. She follows Chaerinâs gaze and her smile only grows wider. Thereâs nothing Jennie Kim loves more than the upper hand.Â
âThe rumors were right about you being full of yourself.â
âDoesnât stop you from thinking Iâm pretty,â Jennie chirps.
âBeauty fades with time after all,â the older woman says, a challenge raised to the table. âOne day youâll wake up with wrinkles in your face and weight around your hips. Then you tell me whatâs beneath all that designer clothes.â
This wasnât the usual small talk Chaerin and Jennie made in business parties. They faked a fairly good rapport. While Jennie finishes up a speech to her seniors (Big Bang if theyâre around) and juniors (Babymonster; theyâll be around because they havenât realized this place fucking sucks), Chaerin will make an off-color joke about how Jennieâs speeches are as true to heart as her face. Jennie will choose not to read between the lines.
Jennie bites her lip, staining her teeth with Chanel red. âWouldnât you like to know.â
Youâre having a hard time deciding if you should stop them or let them handle this themselves. You will choose to ignore what youâve read between the lines.
To your relief, Chaerin drops her shoulders from their haughty, upright position. Armor down. Thatâs odd; Chaerinâd rather die than lose control. You wonder what sheâll do next.
âYou know, kid, I think we got off the wrong foot.â She lifts her shoulders. âI actually see a lot of myself in you.â
Jennie smiles. âIn me,â she repeats, and something about the way she says it makes it sound more obscene than it really is.Â
âYeah. Itâs not often I meet someone who breaks the rules. You know what Iâm talking about, donât you? Someone who goes their own way and isnât dedicated to being arm candy.â
âBeing arm candy is a wageless job,â agrees Jennie. When Chaerin nods, she gestures to you. âIâm assuming that wasnât a debate for you two?â
Encouraged by the eased atmosphere, you say, âNot at all.â Then: âI quite like being her arm candy.â
Jennie bursts out laughing. You take that as a good sign. Chaerinâs eyes melt into crescents. Itâs all in good banter, good faith. A means to an end.
âI donât like the idea of anybody running a tight ship on me,â Chaerin continues.
âMe neither. Maybe thatâs why you donât like me that much.âÂ
Because okay, Jennie Kim might not like being arm candy, but she belongs right in someoneâs lap. A pretty pet to be adored and pawed at but allowed to still stand up on her own.Â
Chaerin hums sympathetically. Her hand slithers down Jennieâs thigh. Jennie looks up at her with faint surprise in those coffee brown eyes.Â
âYouâre right,â says Chaerin in a low voice. âI donât like you at all. Youâre selfish, out of touch, and dumb.â
The side of Jennieâs mouth quirks into a half-smile. âWhy donât we get straight to the point. You hate me because I remind you of what you couldâve been.â
âWhy would I want to be a thieving little whore?â
âIf I were in your shoes right now,â quips Jennie sweetly, âIâd pray I was.â
Chaerinâs hand seems to have gone higher up on her thigh. Jennie knows the consequences for this immediately. Her breath hitches in surprise when she leans in. Itâs wrong, she knows it isâLee Chaerin is her senior who wouldnât flinch if a bullet went through her chest. But thereâs also the fact that she called her pretty, and that Chaerin sees herself in her, that makes her consider it.
She needs to stop gaslighting herself. She knows whatâs going to happen.
Jennieâs skin is warm under your wifeâs fingertips. âDoes your husband know you swing both ways?â
Itâs a bit surprising to hear you mentioned when theyâve been talking and touching like you arenât here. But Chaerin knows how you work. She knows the role you play here.
âHe wants whatever I want. When you find out what heâs packing, youâll be glad he doesnât talk much. Does your sugar daddy know youâre opening your legs for me?â
âIâm not⌠I fucking hate you.â Jennieâs voice seems to reach new heights. Each word is laced with enunciated disgust. âHate how youâre so goddamn miserable. Hate how you say shit about me to the press and play the victim when you get backlash. Hate you for acting like you wouldnât do the same if you were me.â
Hate is a strong word. But itâs true nonetheless. Thereâs no other word in the English or Korean dictionary that would adequately describe the loathing theyâve got for each other.
âWell,â says Chaerin, âitâs a good thing I hate you too, kid.â
Itâs the last thing she says before flicking a lock of Jennieâs brown hair away and slipping her tongue inside her mouth.
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They donât bother wasting time in the elevator. Itâs wet and quick. Jennie whimpers when the kiss goes as fast as it comes, but then you realize why her nails are digging lines into the bar.
âMmm, pleaseââ
âYeah?â
Jennie seems to be a pretty tough girl, taking Chaerinâs fervent thrusts while holding the conversation. But it takes a lot for her to be stable, rocking against the elevator mirror and hiding the bliss on her face with the sheen of her long, dark hair.Â
She canât believe this is happening. She wonders if Chaerinâs planned this out and if she told you about it with how calmly youâre standing by. She has no chance against the two of you.
âLet me guess,ââ she says, giving you an arrogant look anyway, one that fades with each firm stroke into her pussy. âYour sex life is shit and you think you can solve it by letting your husband hatefuck another girl. Champagne problems. Save me.â
âOur sex life is shit?â Chaerin laughs like itâs the funniest thing sheâs ever heard. âPlease. My husbandâs cock is more than enough for me. I just like to spice things up.â
Chaerin leans in, speaks right next to Jennieâs quivering bottom lip.
âAnd you seem to forget, pretty girl,â she murmurs, âIâm the one with my fingers in your cunt. So Iâd watch my mouth if I were you.â
Jennie trembles. She leans into your chest even more, your hardening cock pressing against her ass. Chaerin can pay the witnesses off later and put a hit on the heads of whoever dares slander her name with the truth: the two of you are fucking Jennie Kimâs brains out in the classiest hotel in Seoul.
âLook at me when Iâm talking to you,â Chaerin says calmly, making a snarl sound like a lullaby. When Jennie still keeps her head down, Chaerin curls her fingers. The girl chokes out a pained sob. âI thought I told you to look at me.â
Jennie lifts her head, eyes connecting with your wifeâs. God, this girl looks so good fucked out of her mind. The flushed milky skin, tousled hair, and teary eyesâyeah, maybe some good came out of that conversation. Each quiver of her body pushes her tight little ass against your erection.
âI may be a bitch but Iâm not cruel.â Her gaze is firm, almost a glare, piercing right through Jennie. âI promise I donât want to be. Itâs a horrible stereotype. So Iâm asking you now: Do you want me to leave you out to dry?âÂ
Jennieâs soft panting is getting to you. For a woman so strongheaded, with a set of principles that definitely do not involve getting fingered by her mortal enemy, she seems to let her guard down for Chaerin so easily. Maybe itâs the deep voice. You canât quite see the shifting movements what with the light, but the obscene sounds of her wetness tell you her answer with no words needed.
Jennieâs lips are still parted when she shakes her head.
âI thought so.â Chaerinâs smile is downright deadly. âYou know, itâs getting awfully late. The night scene here is horrific, all wolves waiting to get a bite. Your manager would kill me if she knew I let you out there.â
âSheâd also kill you if she knew youâre fucking me,â says Jennie with a smirk. It breaks when Chaerin mounts pressure on her swollen clit.Â
Chaerinâs voice is low and dark.âWeâre just trying to look out for you, sweetheart.â
âHow⌠thoughtful.â
âOf course. Would you like to go up to our suite for the night? Itâs safer up there.â Chaerin smirks at your obvious hard-on. It pushes her to put on more of a show. âMy husband will take good care of you. Heâll even give you a kiss good night if youâre a good girl.â
More than a kiss.
Jennie bites her lip. She almost draws blood. You see the thoughts work in spinning cogs inside her head. âGod. Okay.â
âThen itâs settled. Look daddy in the eyes when you let go.â
Jennieâs just made for the part, isnât she? She knows exactly what Chaerin means, knows exactly where to tilt her head. You almost cum with her just staring down those sharp kittenlike eyes.Â
She pouts when she climaxes, breaking the intimidating aura she carries with pathetic whimpers. It was ruined a long time ago. Her legs cross over Chaerinâs hand and keeps it trapped inside her.Â
Chaerinâs smile is of a woman satisfied. She offers you her fingers to lick up Jennieâs mess.Â
âSee?â she says. âAll in the past. Your turn, babe. I want you to fuck the brat out of her. Donât even let her breathe.â
The elevator dings open as if Chaerinâs words is its cue. Shit. You forgot CCTVs existed. This is a scandal waiting to happen. Tomorrow, headlines will multiply and you three will be under fire again. You hope a few millions will keep the operatorâs mouth shut.
And you canât refuse once you realize how good Jennie tastes.
She fixes her skirt as she exits the elevator. Chaerin presses her card into the knob and once it opens, you wait no longer. You lift Jennie in your arms and slam her onto the mattress. Chaerinâs given you her permission. Jennie gives hers as well when she lifts her head up for a kiss. Her lips are soft, locking around yours as her whole body electrifies at your touch.
âI didnât say you could kiss him,â scolds Chaerin, undoing her own dress.Â
Jennie laughs. By then, youâve moved your mouth to her shoulder. âAre you possessive of me or him? Did you want to be the only one Iâve kissed tonight?â
âYou flatter yourself.â
âHa.â Jennieâs skin is tender. Your teeth sink into her shoulder and she whimpers. âOhh god, ohââ
âLoud, arenât we?â you ask. Sheâs so sensitive. Goosebumps flare even if you only run your fingers along her sides. When you take that skirt off, you find the tiniest pair of panties in existence. It hangs at either slope of her small hips.
Chaerin helps you remove them. One look between her thighs and you can see how soaked she is. Her swollen clit just begs for your attention. Jennieâs nothing against the two pairs of eyes glinting with lust at her naked form.
âDonât act shy now.â Chaerin gives the bundle of nerves a few quick rubs, then a harsh slap that makes her cry out. Another for good measure, then a last one just to hear the helpless moan Jennie lets out. âShow me youâre the tough girl you say you are. Taking dick isnât new to you anyway.â
âBitch,â Jennie murmurs.Â
Chaerin takes that as a sign that the girl really, really needs to shut the fuck up. She takes the ruined pair of panties and shoves it in her mouth. The protest is muffled by the fabric.Â
âIâve had enough of her. Fuck her till she canât even make a sound.â
That youâll do. You turn the pliant girl on her stomach. The dimples of her lower back greet you, right before her tight ass does. You slot your thumbs in them for leverage as your cock meets her overwhelming wetness.
Allow yourself a moment to feel Jennieâs pussy lips. You grind your tip between them, hitting her sensitive clit. Her needy moans echo in your eardrums. It's a few seconds of heaven.Â
When you enter her, youâve locked the gate and thrown Peterâs key away.
You open her up, spreading her tight cunt and burying yourself inside her inch after inch. She only seems to grow tighter the further you get inside. Sheâs so needy, so desperate. Her sobs of gratification fill your ears like a mantra.
âSâbig, youâre so thick inside meâŚâ Jennieâs words are garbled with fabric. Her thighs are trembling, her face planted into the sheets.
âI donât wanna hear any of that.â Chaerin tugs on her hair, the pain jolting into Jennieâs scalp. âTake it like a good girl. Come on. Youâre so wet, baby, if you could only see how good you look getting fucked from behind.â
Jennie mewls. Her pretty face screws up as you start really destroying her cunt. You were only following orders. The fast rhythm of your hips slapping against her core becomes familiar, as if youâve always known how to do it. As if youâve fucked her plenty of times before yet somehow need another feel of how tight she clenches.
Chaerin starts to touch herself, rubbing circles on her naked core as she watches Jennie get ruined. Her fingers grip the sheets for purchase. She canât even breathe with the makeshift gag in her mouth, but thatâs exactly how Chaerin likes it. Weak link. Even she didnât whine and cry like this when you first had sex.Â
You watch your wife toy with her nipples and slip her fingers inside herself. The attention is gone from Jennieâs arching, toned back. Your eyes fix on the sight of Chaerin masturbating while your hips move like a machine into Jennieâs core. You go even faster.Â
âArenât you glad I beat a dead horse tonight?â Chaerin asks, breaths ragged and heavy. âNow youâve got a fresh face to fuck. Sheâs never taken anything that big inside her.â
âSeems like it. Sheâs so fucking tight.â
âReally?â She pauses her rapid fingerfucking to slip her digits, slick with her own arousal, right under your cock and into Jennieâs slippery pussy. Jennieâs scream is deafening. âYouâre right. Youâve got a grip on you, donât you? Maybe youâre not as slutty as you come across.â
Jennie swears at her again. Itâs unclear, but it definitely sounds something equally misogynistic, maybe even worse. This time, Chaerinâs unbothered, slipping her fingers out and back in her cunt.
You punish her for speaking out of line with thrusts that drive her face into the bed. Her mascara smudges the linen. Messy drool drips next to it. The only thing keeping her from collapsing down the edge of the bedframe is the strokes hoisting her up, pinning her to the mattress every time your tip meets her womb.Â
Jennieâs gasps start to sound more urgent. In the same way, she squeezes around you like youâre going to stop. She canât take much more, but she doesnât want you to quit. Youâre filling her up to the brim so well. Each muscle inside her fights to keep you there.
Jennieâs pouting again when she cums. Tears spring from her eyes. Her walls convulse around you and keep your length soaked from base to tip. Sheâs clawing, screaming, and begging you to cum inside her.
You honest to god almost do. Sheâs already impossibly tight as is, but the squeeze of her slit becomes almost deadly when she orgasms. Luckily, you pull out just in time. A few spurts land on her back, painting her pale skin with even whiter cum. But you manage to swiftly enter your wife.Â
She gasps in surprise, moaning as you furiously stroke into her. Lower yourself to capture one of her large, bouncing tits in your mouth. Tease the sensitive nipple with your teeth.
The orgasms of both women coat your girth. You pant into Chaerinâs shoulder. Sweat rolls down your chest.
Jennieâs gasping for air, still unable to move. Chaerin makes the unwise but sympathetic decision to remove the panties from her mouth. Jennieâs pants are loud as she finds the breath sheâs lost. Her head throbs.
âY-Youâre funny.â She rests her cheek on the bed. Her hair is a mess, and so is the rest of her body, red in the places youâve groped and slapped her. âYou claim to hate me so much yet you came watching me get fucked. By your husband, of all people, I might add.â
âJust when I was starting to have a neutral opinion on you.â
Jennie laughs. âWhy donât you just admit youâre in love with me? Would make it a whole lot easier on all of us.â
The ego of this girl, you swear. All raw confidence, an annoying staunch belief that everyone would move mountains for her. Itâs even more annoying when you take note of the fact she has the face and power to back it up.Â
You donât even need Chaerin to tell you what to do. You thrust inside your wife, a few preparatory strokes to prevent you from going soft, until youâre flaccid once more. You have to take advantage of the adrenaline while itâs still there.Â
You quickly reacquaint yourself with Jennieâs hole. She gasps in surprise. The needy little noise is something you memorize now. Her little whines start off soft, almost fragile. But as she realizes how sensitive she is, how the orgasm from before still hasnât left her, she starts crying out.
âDaddy, w-wait, Iâm soâŚâ Jennie whines plaintively. She doesnât need to tell you what she feels. Your palm maps and marks each place sheâs most sensitive. No longer being a rookie idol hasnât taught her how to keep herself afloat when the climaxes are still apeak. âDaddyââ
You donât stop. You want to watch that irritatingly attractive smirk on her face disappear. You want to make her cum so hard sheâll forget how to sneer. You come harder. Harden your abs so more strength goes into your strokes.Â
Maybe youâd entertain the idea of Chaerin picking fights more if her enemies were as hot as Jennie. Your semen still glistens in thick ropes on her back, and she sports and fits it as one would a tattoo. No matter how hard she cries and tries to convince herself that she canât take it anymore, she continues to receive your rapid strokes. Her lips still open to welcome you inside her messy pussy.
Itâs sweet, sweet revenge.Â
Chaerinâs laugh is full of vindication. âI did say you were going to get the brat fucked out of you. Shouldâve listened for once. Itâll do you good.â
And sheâs right. Jennie remembers her honorifics. Hell, she even makes those fawn eyes, long lashes fluttering.Â
âSunbae, please,â she sobs. She sounds and looks utterly broken, lying there with no fight as you fuck into her silken walls. âHeâs stretching me out so much.â
Chaerin laughs. âNever gets old, huh?â She cards through Jennieâs hair, kissing the place beneath her ear and nibbling on that jawline. âLook at you taking it so well. Like this tight little pussy is made for him.â
Jennie can do nothing but whimper. Sheâs clawing at Chaerin for composure, for some stability but Chaerin isnât really one to give all that. She gets Jennieâs hands off her and behind you, lending her wrists to you. Jennie falls over even more and youâre forced to yank her by the handcuff youâve made with your fists around those fragile, fragile wrists.
You feel sadistic for liking how small she feels against you, how it feels so good to mark her up. Jennie is so easy to pull apart.Â
âCome on, princess,â and oh, she likes that, doesnât she? She really, really likes that. âYou can stop pretending, itâs okay. You think we donât know already? Youâre so fucking wet. Perfect little slut for daddyâs cock.â
Chaerin slaps her lightly across the face, directing her gaze back to her. Her thumb traces the seam of Jennieâs lips. Her grin is as wicked as it gets.Â
âYou can be a good girl after all,â she says. âAlways believed you could. You just need a little direction.â
Jennie has no idea whether to take her words as an insult or a compliment. Every interaction with Chaerin, from polite greetings to getting fucked past every limit, is a puzzle she canât put together. She canât do it any better now. Her mind is foggy. Her eyes are blank and glassy. Her lips are parted yet no words come out.Â
âWouldnât even fight it, would you? I can tie you up here, breed this fuckinâ pussy, and leave you for some lucky guy to deal with. And youâd just lie there and take it.â
She keeps proving you right. Jennie is liquid matter in your arms. Her wetness makes the claps of your flesh sound more obscene. She wails when the familiar tremors start to rock her aching muscles.Â
âAw, sweetheart, sheâs cumming again. Sheâs shaking all over.â
Indeed she is. The sensitivity from her previous orgasms combine with this new one. Jennie hangs her head and lets the tears drop onto the blanket. She canât stop the pleasure that rushes in hot streaks through her body. She gives into the climax with no difficulty this time.
Youâre a merciful guy. Probably not totally merciful, but compared to Chaerin, you definitely are. You pull out to allow Jennie a breather. She collapses on her back. Once your cock slips out from her center, her squirt gushes forth. It sprays everywhere. It goes off like a fire hose. It wets your stomach and the rug on the floor. You shouldâve remembered to place a towel underneath you, but you didnât think Jennie would cum this much.
She didnât expect it either. Her heart beats faster than ever. She mumbles out incoherent sentences, oversensitive to the point of weakness. âFuck, itâs so⌠I canât, Iâm cumming so hard, I reallyââ
âShhh. Youâre alright.â At first, Chaerin kisses her wet cheek, licking one salty tear away. The lewdness of the act mixes with the fake consolation. âCan you give me one more? Just one more. Need to get that lesson in your head.â
Jennie whimpers, crying out for god or perhaps sheâs mixing it with your wifeâs name. It isnât that distinct. And either way, she needs a little mercy. Chaerinâs cupping her cunt, rolling her clit between her fingers.Â
She tiredly grinds against the consistent roughness of Chaerinâs hand. The friction of it seems to be something that could start fires. The heat burns through her body yet she seeks more of that pleasurable pain.Â
âHoly shit, youâre insatiable,â murmurs Chaerin. She rubs a little faster. Itâs fascinating to see how weak Jennie gets, how far sheâs willing to go for a mindnumbing climax. Each boundary of her was tested and crossed tonight.
Her final orgasm is quick. An end credits scene, a weary conclusion. Jennieâs squeals grow thin as she gives Chaerin what she wants. Girl cum dribbles out of her used pussy.
âStop, no moreâŚâ Jennie doesnât realize it already has, that itâs her own fingers frantically abusing her clit. Itâs almost as if sheâd been hypnotized. Sheâs completely spellbound by lust. You grab her wrist for her.
Jennie struggles to stay afloat. The fatigue is getting to her. Every single breath is something sheâs been deprived of and only now can take. âThat wasâŚâ
âIntense?â you complete the sentence. No shit. âRough?â
âGood payback?â Chaerin offers with a playful smirk.
Jennie rolls her eyes. That would get her in trouble if she did it in front of a camera or to a journalist. Itâs blatant disrespect.
Here in this suite, itâs only a sign of surrender to the rivalry. She gave into a few drinks and a good fuck. She let Chaerinâs low voice fool her like it does to her fans. Thatâs on her for losing track of her goal.Â
But she isnât admitting defeat. She still got something out of it. âDonât get arrogant. Iâm gonna get you next time for sure.â
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Rujinu childhood friends au, they're 10-11 years old and watching 2011 MAMA and 2NE1 are on stage with "I am the best"!
(rumi's childhood dream was to be an idol just to "be shining like she was born to be", and jinu's dream was just to be close to rumi, so both of them became idols and fullfilled their dreams)