[M] First (1/1)

Our story is not of righteousness, kindness, justice or virtue that people love so much. Ours is a story of merciless, relentless, selfish, vindictive rebellion. I am aware of all the criticism and hate that will come our way. Nevertheless, I do not regret my actions, so do yourself a favor and save that few seconds it takes you to say ingratiating judgment.  My nemesis had made one fatal mistake and I was right, that mistake would cost my mortal foe dearly. You see, that’s where the trouble began.That smirk.That damned smirk. There the girl was, smirking right at me with every ounce of mockery she could possibly show. Stepping on all of my group’s hard work in front of other idols and hundreds of fans, showing everyone see how helpless I am to watch her ruin my career while she looks right at me and enjoy it. All because of what? I turned her offer down? Congratulatory messages were being exchanged, I glanced to my left and saw Rose approached her friend from the girl’s group, Joy. I opened my mouth to stop her, but I could see from my line of vision that Seulgi already had Lisa and my Jisoo. What are they even… I looked at her, figuring it was time she would stop this cruel joke and let me go. She widened her smirk and tilted her head in a manner toward me, as if saying, what are you going to do about it? Not only she was serious about bullshitting me, she is provoking me to make a scene on the spot and get myself into trouble. She didn’t just make my members leave me alone. She genuinely intended to lure my members away from me to inflict sever humiliation on me while enjoying it. But in a great feat of self-control – I did not snap. I was fuming and my face was red hot from anger but I composed myself and evaluated my options calmly. I ignored her and walked away. She could have let go of what happened that day, been the bigger man. But instead, she was rubbing it in my face. It’s that stupid one night stand. Perhaps revenge was her seeing what might have been. Though honestly, I didn’t care anymore. I raised my hand to wave to the few Blinks that were calling my name when she grabbed it. She grabbed my hand and asked me to stay. To listen. She earnestly looked into my face, trying to alleviate my fears, to soothe my insecurities, to show me she was on my side. I had seen this all before. Most of the time, it ended on every worst way possible. I pretended I heard her words, but it was her melting, warm eyes that told me she always would be on my side. What the fuck. “Excuse me, you must be lost. I think your members are over there.” I told her, I could even taste the bitterness of the words. She told me she knew that. “There’s a protocol to not get too close to Jennie Kim. Our manager didn’t tell you that?”  She said there was no such thing. She held my hand while we walked around the stage. She waved to her fans from time to time. She whispered compliments to me. I glared at her reflexively, I was not in the mood for jokes. “You see, unnie,” I started, “fan service isn’t my thing. Let’s just stop this one-man show.” She seemed confused at first but eventually realized what I meant when she saw cameras flicking at us in every angle, capturing that rare, precious moment of Jennie Kim and Irene Bae. Together. She told me it was okay. Alright, she didn’t get me at all. I knew that a simple gesture could be misinterpreted by even the most narrow-minded person and that could cause fanwars, and after that, ruin. I didn’t want any of that. So instead of pushing her away to the side, I pulled her even closer. There were thousands of people in that room and most of them where staring at us. I was well aware of the scoff behind us. I turned around and innocently asked Wendy Son, the half of the famous WenRene couple, what’s wrong. She could only glare and I gave her a smug look. “Don’t drag Seungwan into this,” the boss beside me spoke. Note she was not saying it with some stern look, she had a slight grin on her face. “But isn’t this what you want?” Now, I’m not going to give you some pretentious righteous crap to justify my next actions since I’m a shameless bitch.  I didn’t give a fuck if there was a ‘Seungwan’ or Seulgi or whoever dickhead that would get majorly offended. All I could feel was a burning desire for something toward this ethereal goddess and it made me confuse whether it was still hatred that was consuming me or maybe my perversion had gone over the roof. Because I went all out. Legally and with class, though. I’m a law abiding citizen. I never let go of Irene’s hand that night. To be honest, it didn’t take much effort. Usually, managers make it possible for groups to have interactions, mostly they are scripted. But because Irene Bae of Red Velvet was my personal matter and not a legitimate concern – not that our managers should freak out seeing us together – that required the assistance of my managers and I felt like if it did, I would become the stereotypical spoilt brat relying on the influence of my agency, they let us be. I’m betting by now that some of you are wishing the story ended here, and the bitter antagonist (me) is discarded and defeated without fulfilling her evil plans. Well, too bad for you. I knew her actions seemed mild. Warm and friendly it might looked like to the others. What drove me was the true intentions of pure malice behind her actions that made me want to steal her from her group and elope to Hawaii. So while we treaded along the sea of lightsticks, waving, smiling, giving hearts to the fans, I devoted extraordinary effort to finding a way to catch my nemesis. I was a woman of focus. Incomprehensible formulas flooded my brain, my high functioning brain cells working full force. There must be no opening in the opponent’s defense. Already having Jisoo under my wing, I am one unfaithful philandering prick. But boy, I am a woman who willfully chooses satisfaction over virtues. It was time for the groups to go back to their own waiting rooms but I made sure Irene would not. I blindly guided her through the crowded hallways, people greeting us as we passed by, dumbfucks completely oblivious of the shitshow about to happen. Alas! Jennie Kim was one lucky motherfucker. It didn’t take long for me to find a vacant room. On a more serious note, it was a shitty room, not enough to space to fucking eat her on the floor, But who cares? Any position would do. I locked the door behind me and before I had time to pray, Irene unleashed the devil in me. Her eyes held a sparkling energy, her lips were red and inviting. I looked into her eyes and our lips slid together in silky passion. She opened her mouth wide and our tongues glided together. There was somehow a natural connection between us, and the kiss was passionate, probing, deep, and lasted for a long, long time. My hands were on her waist and I became very aware of her breasts as they heaved into my chest. More than ever before in my life, desire burned strongly in my heart and in my loins. The creep in me wanted to touch her breasts. I stopped kissing her and moved my hand over one of her breasts. “Watch it, Kim.” She said in a commanding voice and pulled my hand back down to her waist. But I really wanted to so I tried it again with the same response, so like a rejected beggar I went back to kissing her. We kissed with our probing tongues for a while longer when it occurred to me that she could not say anything if I touched her breast while we still kissed. I’m so fucking smart for noticing the obvious. I slid my hand on the top of her breast. She only kissed me harder. I gently massaged her breast through her shirt and bra as we kissed. I wanted to touch the soft white skin of her breasts. She was wearing a buttoned shirt. The top two buttons were already unbuttoned, so I slid my hand from her tit to the third button and smoothly undid it. She pulled back from the kiss for a moment, looked in my eyes and smiled. Then she moved her wide open mouth to mine and kissed me with renewed passion. I slowly slid my hand sideways under her bra and began massaging her breast with my hand. Her hard nipple pressed against the palm of my hand. Then she had to pull back again from kissing me. She looked at my eyes as she put her hands up to the sides of her bra and pulled it down so both breast slid out revealing their full beauty to my eyes. Then she placed one of her hands on the back of my head and pulled my lips down to one of her nipples. Talk about breastfeeding. Never knew she had that kink. I sucked it and tingles of energy filled me. I moved back to kissing her and sucking and massaging her breasts and nipples with my fingers. It went on for long moments of pleasure and bliss. Suddenly at one point, she stopped moving and exclaimed that she had to get back because her girlies and managers would think that she’s missing. Like I give a damn about what they think. I didn’t want to stop. I’d only got to the second base, and I didn’t think that she really did either, but she pulled her bra back up and redid the third and second button. I kissed her one last time, bit slightly her lip. I stepped back, admiring my creation as Irene Bae lay ablaze. Although words failed to describe this feeling, can you feel it just a little? I escorted her back to Red Velvet’s waiting room, Seulgi Kang and Wendy Son both giving me dirty looks. Joy Park immediately rushing to her unnie’s side. “We just went for a little air,” Irene Bae the leader told her minions, I gave them a courteous nod. My hormones were still on spike so I hugged Irene for the umpteenth time while she gave me that smug smirk which showed she know how I felt. I also went to give a hug to Yerimie, unspoken words exchanged in that intimate hug. Everyone felt how she was that night. I wanted her to know that we’ll always be there. I eventually went back to our own waiting room. The ruckus I made culminated a meeting between myself and my managers, who painted a story of how I was an evil troublemaking talent who constantly starts trouble and they had tried in all their holy patience to educate me in vain but that they never gave up on me because they are such great managers. Rubbing in my face that I was being immature for something that was my own doing. Again, I didn’t and would never give a fuck. I had stepped on a lot of people that night. Jisoo, Seulgi, Wendy, the managers, God? And shitload of haters.  The hell with them, I got Irene Bae.