Minjae gets home

As soon as I got home from the fanmeeting, I went to my computer and pulled up a bunch of videos from the event. Despite having been there in person, I couldn't get enough of seeing Haeun, of her graceful movements and cute expressions. It was like she was a different person on stage, a far cry from the soft-spoken and shy girl I knew in high school.

I found a video that someone had uploaded showing the group's performance up close, with the camera focusing on Haeun. I leaned forward in my seat, engrossed by the way she moved, her grace and precision in every step. Her short skirt swayed around her toned legs as she danced, revealing tantalizing glimpses of skin that made me swallow thickly. You can't take your eyes away from her, the way she seemed to glow under the stage lights, her smile bright and captivating.

And then I made the mistake of clicking on the comments section, half expecting others to be just as enamored with her as I am. However, what greeted me was something different — vile, disgusting comments from people who saw her as nothing more than a piece of meat to be ogled and rated.

"OMG wtf is she wearing? Can't believe they let idols show so much skin on their debut nowadays."
"Bet she gets around. I wouldn't mind taking her for a ride."
"Dude, her tits look fake af. Must have been one of the perks of signing to that company. Let me check if there's any predebut photos of her..."
"need a 4k cam of her cheeks rn 4:26"

I felt sick to my stomach reading those comments, bile rising in my throat at their disgusting words. How dare they talk about Haeun like that? She’s not just an object for their perverted fantasies; she's a real person, with feelings and aspirations beyond being ogled at by strangers online.

But what hurt the most was the fact that I couldn't do anything to stop it. I wanted to reach through the screen and wipe their words away, to protect Haeun from the ugliness that surrounded her. I knew she could see all of this, too — that she had to read comments like these and hear these whispers behind her back every day. And yet she still put on a brave face, smiled at the world, and showed her love to fans and haters alike.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. When I opened them again, I started typing, determined to drown out their negativity with my own words. "She is stunning, and I think her dance moves were so fluid. The choreography really complements well with their concept." It wasn't much — it wouldn't change anything — but at least I could try to show Haeun that there were still people out there who appreciated her for more than just her appearance.

But the replies came swiftly.

"Isn't this the loser that was obsessed with Haeun? I remember his post got locked LOL."
**"Gonna jerk off to her an extra time for you lil bro."**

And then the links started popping up.

Haeun bounce (SLOWMO), Haeun Cheeks edit, haeun gif leak. I clicked on one of them and found myself looking at a collage of photos of her from various appearances and interviews, the focus clearly on her breasts and her ass.

"Fucking perverts," I muttered under my breath, slamming my laptop shut and pushing away from the table.

But the images were already seared into my mind, the way Haeun's body was shared across the internet, for people to use as they pleased. It made me angry, but also aroused - something about seeing her being desired by so many others made me feel a twisted sense of pride.

I cursed myself, cursed my twisted desires. I loved her with all my heart, and I know she loved me too. Why isn't that enough for me? Why couldn't I be normal, to want to possess her for myself? Why does having to share her not upset me, but make my cock throb with lust instead?

I shook my head, trying to clear away the thoughts. But the haze of lust wouldn’t go away; my dick was still hard in my pants. With a sigh, I reopened my laptop and clicked on a lewd edit, the camera zooming in to her breasts bouncing softly against her corset as she danced, then the tantalizing sight of her cheeks as she turned around, her skirt flying up and revealing the tight safety shorts.

I stroked myself, imagining the thousands of men that must have been doing the same thing, their cocks hard and pulsing at the sight of Haeun’s perfect body moving seductively on stage. She wasn’t theirs, but they could still use her, use the images and videos of the body she worked so hard for, to fulfill their own perverted desires.

In a twisted way, I was worse than all those disgusting people commenting on her photos, jerking off to the thought of my own girlfriend being used by countless others. It was sick and fucked up, and I hated myself for it, yet I came harder than I had in weeks, her face imprinted in my mind as I climaxed.