ACT II SOLO - CHAPTER 1 - The Music Producer

What does it mean to be a K-pop idol?
Are we entertainers groomed to serve fans like mascots at a theme park?
Or are we artists who express our feelings through music?
Do we sing and dance as voices for the people?
Or do we compete against other idols for fame and popularity?

It's been nine months and I'm already having an existential crisis.
But Manager Moon assured me that, like how every member has strengths and weaknesses, every idol group has their own X factor that makes them shine.
Some idol members are great at singing, others at dancing.
And some are great at variety shows, comedy, and acting.

So, what am I good at?
...
Do you even need to ask?
Yours truly,
Miseo

The six members of Moonlight filed into the theater room one-by-one. Miseo thought it was strange to sit in the movie projector area to listen to the final version of their debut track. It wasn't like there was anything to watch, but she assumed it was because the acoustics were better.

But who in the world would listen to a K-pop song in a movie theater? She wanted to bring it up, but wasn't sure if she would get scolded for pointing out the obvious.

The last time she heard the song was from the demo a few weeks back. It was really catchy and definitely her vibe, but she had a feeling she wasn't going to get many lines. If she was lucky, she'd get the background vocals of the hook or something.

After a few minutes, Manager Moon finally walked in with a sheet of paper for the lyrics and asked them to listen to the song with "strong attention and intentionality."

"You've all heard the demo, so you know how the song goes. We're going to play the song once, then we'll go into the recording studio and have everyone sing the entire song. We'll pick and choose which parts will go to each member," Manager Moon explained.

Miseo felt the pit of her stomach feeling sick. Maybe she just needed a good fucking from Manager Moon for it to go away.

After the initial listen, the members moved to the studio. The manager ordered Miseo to record first, probably to save her the embarrassment, or to boost the confidence of the other members. She wasn't sure.

As Miseo approached the mic and put on her headset, she imagined her bias from Starlight and visualized what she would do in the recording room. When the music kicked in, Miseo sang her heart out and when she finished, it felt good. However, the producer asked for the next member to step in.

When Kara stepped in and finished her set, the producer gave her a few directions and had her go again. As bitchy and annoying Kara was, Miseo had some inkling of respect and admiration for her talent and hard work.

Before she knew it, her eyes wandered off Kara towards the producer. He wasn't the same handsome man as Manager Moon, but she'd fuck him. Well, she'd fuck anyone with a dick, really.

Miseo then noticed the producer eyeing Kara. It was the same look all men had. Kara was wearing an extremely short light blue skirt that revealed a centimeter of her white cotton panties and a white shirt that hung loose off her shoulder. It wasn't Miseo's style, but she could pull it off if she really wanted to.

Manager Moon tapped Miseo on the shoulder and whispered. "We're free to leave, if you'd like. The assistant said your one take was all they needed."

Miseo was still distracted by Kara's singing and her outfit. Manager Moon tapped her shoulder again and she startled awake. "Hey, did you approve Kara's outfit for today?" She whispered back.

Manager Moon nodded and Miseo dropped a hefty sigh. "It's terrible. She's totally asking for it."

"And no one is going to give it to her. C'mon, let's change you out of that outfit." He gave a subtle wink and exited the room. Miseo followed suit as she unhooked her bra.

Like any normal Monday, Miseo found herself riding her manager's cock in his office on his leather couch. It may have been the hundredth time or so he's penetrated her since she became part of Moonlight, but she never stopped enjoying it. Kind of like a favorite food, this was her favorite cock, and a convenient one nonetheless. No need to go clubbing and put herself in danger. Despite his salaciousness, he still took care of her like any good manager would.

This particular quickie, however, Miseo hugged him tight as she straddled him, smothering her tits into his face. He lavished at her nice natural beauties as he thrusted deep into her, moaning her name.

Then, with one final push, he emptied his load into her, flooding her cunt with his warm seed. Miseo convulsed in response and bucked her hips wildly as she came undone. For a moment, they laid still, catching their breath with their bodies syncing together. It was good. It was perfect. Despite their hierarchy, their bodies were quite compatible.

"So, the music producer has the hots for Kara," Miseo started, still hugging the manager in her arms.

"Yeah, lots of staff do," he murmured. "Doesn't matter though. Kara loves teasing, but she never puts out."

"And that makes her the perfect idol."

"Exactly, now you're getting it." He patted her on the head, then lifted her aside onto the couch. "Kara's never fucked anyone else besides me and the CEO. She keeps her coitus professional."

"Except for her outfit."

"Well, like I always tell you. Play to your strengths. Kara's good at making any man turn their heads. She's gonna turn even more when the team debuts."

Miseo nodded in silence. Kara was the basic bitch idol that all normies made tribute videos for, but at least Miseo felt honest about her sexuality. At least, that was what the copium told her.

Miseo slipped out of her dirty clothes and carried them into into his restroom. Funnily enough, it had a shower and everything. Professional coitus was always in the fine print in the industry. Can't show up to meetings reeking of sex and cum and sweat, but she had done that several times by now. A little quickie with the burly security guard or the cute backup dancer. It truly didn't matter to Miseo. If she found something worth liking about, she could fuck him. THAT was her superpower.

Copium.

While she did fuck people randomly, she never used it as leverage to get what she wanted. She fucked because she truly loved fucking. It was almost her way of greeting and getting to know people. A weird and socially unacceptable way, but still, her way of saying, "Hi there, I want to get to know you." It must've been the way she was raised.

Despite not using it to earn favors, she definitely earned some brownie points with her partners. She would occasionally get a free gimbap snack from the security break room or some pointers for dancing from the cute backup boys. Sex sold products, but in Miseo's world, sex connected her with people. She'd fuck Kara just to get to know her better if she could, but doing so would violate Kara's agency. It's pretty clear she's straight as a razor, even if Miseo had something worth liking about her.

After a brisk shower, Miseo changed into a new set of clothes, a cute pink skirt and a white crop top. Her favorite go-to outfit that made her look cute, sexy, and everything in-between. She always made sure to keep a spare outfit in the manager's office because of her... accommodation.

Miseo hummed off-tune while folding her old clothes as Manager Moon paced around his office. "What's wrong this time?" She asked. Her question snapped him awake out of his frantic movement.

"You're not going to like this," he whispered and dragged his feet towards the computer. He flipped the monitor toward her. On the screen were the lyrics to Night Light, their debut song, and Miseo wasn't listed as a main vocalist. Her voice would only be in the backing track of the chorus, and she would only have one line.

She would be an echo off the walls in their debut song.

"Hey! I know I'm bad at singing, but I'm not THAT bad," she shouted in disbelief. "Are we doing something about this?"

He held his hands up. "Hey, I'm not a music expert. You'll have to bring the complaint directly to him."

Miseo huffed her shoulders and stormed out of the office.

Producer Kang whistled the main melody to Night Light as he closed the door to his office. He held onto a manila envelope along with his briefcase and walked down the corridor towards the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, he disappeared into the lift, with Miseo jumping in just in time as the doors closed.

"Whoa, someone is in a hurry to get home," he cleared his throat.

"Yes," Miseo caught her breath. "I mean, no, sir. I'm not in a rush to get home. I wanted to meet with you."

Before she could raise her voice and vent, he interrupted her with his chatter. "Ah, I take it you like the part you got? It makes singing the song live onstage much easier. You only have to focus on your dancing."

"Wait, what?" Miseo froze. There was actually a reason?

"I showed the song to the choreographer the other day and he showed me some ideas he had cooking. It's definitely tough, and you girls have to lift some heavy weights for the chorus. I thought it'd be great if everyone had a few less lines to worry about."

She wanted to yell at him for undermining her singing ability, but he had a point. She might not have to try to convince him for more lines for the debut song. As long as she had a strong presence onstage, on camera, and in person 24/7, no one would really bat an eye and realize she only had one line. Honestly, the only people who really cared about equal line distribution were stans trying to start a boycott.

Maybe not everyone was out to get her for her lack of talent.
And maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get to know Producer Kang better.

"That's true," she took a side step toward him, their shoulders making contact.

The producer didn't budge. "I know it's the debut song, it's exciting! You don't want to miss out on it. But there's so much to being a K-pop idol than just singing."

Miseo slipped a hand around his waist.

"There's the fans, the beauty check. Good god Miseo, there's so much you still have to experience. I'm really excited for you. You all have so much potential."

She leaned up next to his ear and gave a slight moan. "I can show you my potential."

"Whoa there," he stepped back and crashed into the elevator wall, spilling his belongings and the contents of his briefcase onto the floor. The papers ruffled into the air as he sighed. "Listen Miseo, you're a great girl, but you're not my type."

She pouted in disappointment, but respected his rejection. The two of them knelt down to pick up his paperwork and... candid photos of Kara?

"Wow, these are some great pictures of Kara. I've always told her that was her good side," Miseo lifted the photo to the producer and pointed at it. "Don't you agree?"

He blushed like a high schooler talking to his crush. "Y-yes... She looks good there."

"How did you get these anyway? Are paparazzi on us already?"

He grabbed the photo from her hand and shuffled it inside the envelope. "Not exactly. Just doing a mock scandal drill in case something goes bad with leaked photos, you know? Can't have that getting exposed."

"No scandals here!" Miseo saluted. "No underage evaluating dancing videos of me, sir!"

The two broke into laughter as the elevator doors opened to the main lobby floor.

Kara was preparing dinner with Jiwon. Apparently, it was Jiwon's brilliant zero carb ramen noodles she made from scratch with her own broth and seasoning. It sounded like a terrible idea for dinner, but as they were going through with it, Kara was drawn to the spicy scent of the bubbling broth and the seasoned noodles.

Jiwon brought a ladle to her mouth and squealed. "Oh my god, Kara, this is so fucking good!"

She held it out for Kara as she gave it a small slurp. "What the fuck? This is zero calories?"

"Zero CARBS, not calories," she giggled and continued stirring the pot. "It's practically army stew without the fatty carbs!"

Jiwon grabbed a bowl and placed a small handful of noodles inside. "Noodles first, then the broth, okay?"

Kara nodded and followed along, enjoying a sneak peek of dinner.

At least, she was enjoying it until someone entered the kitchen looking like a hungry bear.

"Hey girls," Miseo greeted them as she beelined for the fridge. "What's cooking?"

"This amazing zero carb army stew. Check it out!" Jiwon shoved her fork to Miseo as she sampled a taste.

"Holy shit, what the fuck? THAT's zero calories?" She mumbled with her mouth full.

Jiwon palmed her head. "CARBS. Zero carbs. We have to watch our diet soon because we'll be debuting. We can't be body shamed on our debut stage!"

"Jiwon, girl, they will never body shame you. You too, Kara! If they do, I'll teach them a lesson!" Miseo took a taekwondo battle stance as Jiwon laughed.

Kara smiled gently and began cleaning. Miseo waddled her way over to her. "Do you need help Kara?" She chimed in, peeking over her shoulder at the one bowl she was washing in the sink.

"I'm good, thanks. Why don't you wash up first before dinner? The hot water should be running already."

"Oh, I already did at the office. Thanks!" Miseo patted Kara on the shoulder, then made a quick detour to the refrigerator after being distracted earlier. She pulled out a pack of crunchy seaweed and snacked on it as Jiwon gave her the eye.

"Hey! What did I say about watching your weight?"

"It's only a five calories per weed. You burn that through breathing."

"Don't say I didn't warn you!"

She held out a seaweed wrapper to Jiwon as she declined her temptation.

Miseo lazed on the couch and stared at the droning television as they were waiting for the rest of the members to arrive for dinner. They all had slightly different schedules in preparation for their big debut. Miseo, especially, with securing sponsorships that were ready once they finished their music stage show performances.

The TV was tuned into an entertainment news segment talking about Starlight Entertainment's up-and-coming new girl group debut where they interviewed Kara.

"You did that today?" Miseo pointed at the screen.

"Yeah, right after the recording."

Kara and the interviewer talked about her training, her dreams, the usual idol 101 topics and responses. It was drilled into them since day one, even if those answers didn't exactly speak the truth.

Miseo looked at Kara who was sitting across from her and doom scrolling on social media, then she looked at Kara who was talking on TV. How they were the same person boggled her mind.

It's even weirder because the Kara on TV wasn't exactly a "fake." It was still Kara, just Kara carefully choosing her words so people wouldn't use it against her. Just Kara paying attention to how she was sitting so she wouldn't give off the wrong impression. Just Kara being a K-pop idol.

Oh.

Miseo opened her phone and stalked Kara's social media profile. Through every post, with every comment she made, Kara was simply doing just as was expected of her. If anything, she was more celebrity-like than Yeona.

"I see..." Miseo muttered to herself, looking deep into Kara's eyes on her phone.

Producer Kang leered at the photos of Kara on his office desk, drinking in every curve and inch of her body.

"Oh fuck, Kara, you're so fucking hot," he groaned, sniffing the photograph. He had quite the imagination of worshipping her as if she were a participant on Train Wreck.

He drowned in his fantasy. Kara stayed a bit later in the office than usual because of the rain, and he would have to escort her to the dorms and share his umbrella. He definitely watched one too many Korean dramas.

Then, her clothes would be drenched from the rain, and she would have to make a quick outfit change in a restroom. He could sneak a peek of her tantalizing ass and perky tits and would maybe even take whiff of her panties if he got the chance. He DEFINITELY watched one too many JAVs.

He almost came in his pants from thought alone, but **** himself to stop. It was still early in the work day and he didn't have a change of clothes. He gave himself blue balls and carefully sorted the photos back into the envelope and hid it in his desk.

When it was lunchtime a few hours later, he decided to abstain from eating out and eat in the company cafeteria. It was the usual rice and side dishes and a little bit of whatever. Honestly, he needed to save money after spending a fortune on hiring a private investigator.

His eyes wandered around, wondering where the Moonlight members were, when he noticed Kara talking to the nearby security guard. Odd. He didn't even know Kara was on friendly terms with the labor staff. She giggled and laughed while the burly guard let out a hearty chuckle. They seemed much closer than he initially thought.

The producer pined for Kara and wanted a little bit of something like that. It didn't have to be professional coitus. It could just be slightly more friendlier than the bow and greet they normally did. That little would make him happy because his imagination and his trusty right hand could do the rest.

Producer Kang devoured his lunch before he could get lost in his thoughts. He trudged towards the elevator doors and hit the button to a nonexistent fourth floor, crashing his head against the wall in defeat.

Depression sucks.

When the doors opened, he moped his way towards his office. Then all of a sudden, a young man bumped into him in the hallway, shoving him off to the side. "Oh! I'm sorry sir. Are you okay?"

Producer Kang simply nodded, but the man continued, "Did you meet Kara already? I sent her to your office."

His spirits lifted. "Wait, Kara is in my office?"

"Yeah, she wanted to meet with you."

Producer Kang stared at the man in question. Terrible necktie technique. Recently graduated. Too polite. He had never seen this man before in his entire life, but based on his security badge, he was definitely an intern.

"Oh, thanks," he said as he patted himself on the shoulder. He really wanted to get out of this depression storm if he was hallucinating his fantasies.

But when he stepped into his own office, Kara was actually there, sitting in his office. There was no way he could mistake her long blonde hair and impervious smile. She was perfect.

"Hi Producer Kang," Miseo spoke, snapping him out of his imagination.

He turned around but didn't see anyone. He definitely heard Miseo though.

"Oh my god, did you actually think I was Kara?" Miseo stood up from the chair, doing a little dance celebration. "Yes! I did it!"

Producer Kang quietly stepped aside and gestured towards the open door. "I'm sorry Miseo, I'm not really in the mood for jokes."

She zoomed up to him and grabbed his hand. "I'm sorry sir! I wasn't trying to play a prank or a mean joke on you."

He looked at Kara. "So what were you trying to do?"

Miseo pulled him further into the office and shut the door. She motioned her hands, tapped her feet, and hesitated. "How do I say this..."

The more he looked at her, the more she started to resemble Kara in the most subtle ways.

"I was wondering... if you wanted to roleplay."

"What? Like at a pc cafe? An Xbox?" Leaving early sick and playing games for the rest of the day didn't seem like a bad idea to him.

"No, no. I mean... like... roleplay..." She trailed off.

Producer Kang was still lost in his sad confusion, so Miseo gathered her courage and led him to his leather sofa nearby. "I know I'm not your type, and I'm not the kind of person to **** things, alright? But I wanted to thank you for what you said the other day."

"When I told you about your potential?"

"Yes... I mean, no. Before that, you said you gave me only one line in the song so I could focus on the dancing for the debut song."

He nodded and listened. His eyes met hers as he drifted out of his trance. Was Miseo always this attractive?

"To be honest, I was going to curse you out for only giving me one line. I mean, it's my big moment and I only have one line?"

She cupped his face and breathed deeply. "Then you said we all had our strengths and weaknesses. When I realized you were only looking out for me, I almost made a mistake."

He placed his hand on top of Kara's palm. He didn't really remember saying those exact words to her, but feeling her smooth silky hand on his cheek was really nice.

"I wanted to thank you. I know you like blondes, so I dyed my hair blonde temporarily and got extensions, and I know you really like Kara, so I put together something from my closet I think she would wear." It was a light blue skirt and a loose white shirt that hung off her shoulder.

Miseo sighed a breath of relief. "What do you think-"

Before she could finish, Producer Kang was already on her lips.

This was the first time she made a man devour her. If she didn't pull back, she swore Producer Kang would've eaten her entire face off.

"Holy... wow," Miseo looked down at the pulsing bulge in his pants. "You're big and ready."

He leaned into her face and continued kissing while he tore off his suit. Miseo felt his shoulders broaden as she tried to unbutton his shirt. She was quite overwhelmed at his sudden intensity and fumbled with her fingers.

Producer Kang didn't care though. He ripped off his shirt like a werewolf in heat, exposing his rather ripe muscles to Miseo. Strangely enough, most men in the company had similar builds. There was an office gym named Miseo after all.

She instinctually reached out for his chest as a wet heat rose in her body. She moaned softly, bucking her hips and slightly salivating at his presence as he worked his way down her neck to her tits.

She whispered "Oppa" into his ear as he lifted her shirt and ravaged her breasts, her nipples reaching stiff peaks. His hands were rough but gentle, aggressive, but loving. Most of her encounters were the former.

"Kara," he murmured. "You're so fucking hot, baby." His large fingers made swirls against her crotch through her fabric as she arched her back into his embrace. Miseo hyperventilated as her intimate fantasies flooded her mind.

She snatched off her panties and thrusted his fingers inside, making a lewd squelch with her wetness. "Fuck me, Oppa, please," she begged, grinding her hips against his hand. She positioned herself under him, meeting his gaze with doe-like eyes.

Kang unzipped his pants and freed the aching member from its confines. She reached out with her other hand, smearing the shaft slick with her juices and sampling a taste. He teased her entrance as she spread far and wide and captured his waist with her legs. Then, he pushed his way inside.

He grunted and moaned Kara's name, mixing in curses and praises as he rutted the fuck out of Miseo. Producer Kang was quite big. She could feel every thrust and pull that elevated her inner walls, but she wanted more. She hugged his neck and braced herself, urging him to go faster and harder. He eagerly obliged pounding her frantically until she saw stars.

He groped her tits as he continued to ram her insides upside down, **** to claim every inch of Kara. Thick streams of cum and wet juices seeped from her cunt as the cacophony of their brutal fucking echoed off the walls of the office.

Kang then pulled Miseo up and bent her over onto his desk, thrusting inside her from behind. She barely caught her breath in between the screams of pleasure she invoked as he chanted Kara's name. Miseo egged him on and threw her hips back some more against him as he neared his peak.

With a final shout, he shoved deep inside Kara, emptying his load and buckets of cum into her womb. Miseo felt warm and fuzzy as the cum dripped from her hole and onto the carpeted rug, gathering a pool of their collected juices.

She collapsed onto her knees, her arms barely supporting herself up on the desk. Producer Kang knelt down and hugged her from behind, embracing her with his presence, as she felt a hard cock grind against her back ready for round two.

Kara told the intern she would meet Producer Kang at his office, but apparently, she had already arrived. All she could hear were muffles at first, since she didn't want to intrude if he was preoccupied, but it was soon filled with professional coitus. When she creaked the door open, however, it was anything but professional. It was pure animalistic raw fucking.

Most of her encounters were a simple blowjob here and there along with the occasional starfish sex. She didn't need to do much to it. It was just business.

She knew Miseo was a fucking slut, but this was a completely different level. The rumors of her fucking her way past the training program were definitely true if she could transform a man into... this.

It was surreal, seeing a mirror image body double of herself bending over at the office desk, being fucked ruthlessly by a man who admired and adored her. It almost felt like she was watching what could have happened to her if she let things become too personal or loose.

Kara quietly closed the door, her clack of her heels resounding off the long corridors of the office building.

Since the day she met Miseo, she knew she would be trouble.

Near the end of the work day, Miseo entered Manager Moon's office in tattered clothing and sweat glistening. The manager's jaw dropped as his eyes followed her. "Miseo, what in the world? Are you okay?"

She said nothing as she tossed her torn clothing into the trash bin and put on a spare outfit.

"I had a fight with the producer, but we made up," she winked and closed the door to his office.

Manager Moon blinked twice and looked at the trash bin. Then, he let out a soft chuckle.