Ch.2 Hou dare you… To me?
There is a small storage room in the basement of our broadcasting station.
It used to be a set, but now it’s a space where retired broadcasting props and equipment rest.
It’s also my sleeping place.
That narrow and cozy space helps me fall into a deep sleep, so I always head to the basement when I want to get some rest.
Neither the comfortable chair in the director’s office nor the sleep capsule in the lounge can beat the shabby and small sofa in the basement storage.
“Where are you going, Director?”
“Oh, I’m going to look around the station a bit and then get some sleep.”
“Are you going to sleep in that basement storage again?”
“I like it there because no one comes and it’s cozy. If anyone looks for me, please contact me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Of course, only Secretary Shin knows that I rest in such a place.
There’s nothing good about letting others know.
If it becomes known, they might try to modernize the unused storage room, saying it’s the director’s resting space.
I left Secretary Shin, who was giving me a gentle eye smile, and went down to the third floor.
There was a pre-recording of a music show on the third floor today, so many waiting rooms had A4 papers attached to their signs.
Those A4 papers had idol group names written on them, and it was clear that more popular groups were given larger waiting rooms.
It wasn’t based on the number of members but on the number of fans.
I feel sorry for unpopular groups with many members, but it can’t be helped.
We need to treat the idols who raise our broadcast ratings better.
That’s when it happened.
Someone called me from behind.
“Excuse me! Excuse meee!”
“Huh?”
They didn’t specifically call my name, but considering I was the only one in the hallway, they were definitely calling me.
The usually busy corridor was quiet, suggesting everyone was gathered in the studio.
Anyway, I turned around, and sure enough, a woman was looking at me and gesturing.
Pink-dyed nails, a prettily dressed cheerleader concept stage outfit, and a face so gorgeous it seemed like no camera could fully capture it.
But despite such alluring decorations, what caught my eye was that gesture.
A commanding gesture telling me to come quickly.
There shouldn’t be anyone here who can gesture to me like that…?
Hah, really.
I went where she called out of curiosity.
With relaxed and confident steps.
Maybe she mistook me for a staff member.
The woman who urged me was peeking out from a half-opened waiting room door, and I didn’t need to check the sign with the group name.
At least the top three tiers of groups are all clearly stored in my head.
The woman who called me must be Harang from the girl group Lize.
Lize isn’t very famous, but they’re the leading idol in the second tier who released several songs that make you think, ‘Oh, I’ve heard this song before’.
Hmm, seeing her up close, it’s definitely Harang.
An idol with a cute face and impressive wavy hair that flows down to her shoulders.
But seeing her up close… For someone with a cute face, her body is too seductive.
Her body was slim and sleek like an idol’s should be, and the part from her waist to under her chest, revealing her inner flesh, was exquisite.
The straight navel line continues from her wide hips… And how could her skin be so white and soft…
I wanted to appreciate it with proper focus rather than a side glance, but that seemed too perverted, so I stopped.
That’s not what’s important right now anyway.
“What is it?”
“Could you throw this away for me?”
In response to my question, Harang held out a trash can.
Inside the uncovered trash can were used snack bags, wet wipes, and other things left over from the waiting room… Is she crazy? Why should I do this? Doesn’t she know who I am?
I felt embarrassed to say ‘I’m the director’ with my own mouth, so I casually touched the employee ID hanging around my neck…
‘Ah.’
Come to think of it, I had taken it off and left it on the desk when I arrived at the director’s office.
Moreover, since I was planning to sleep in the basement storage, I had changed into comfortable casual clothes.
No wonder she mistook me for a field staff…
But do staff usually empty trash cans? Shouldn’t she ask her manager to do it?
Especially during pre-recordings for music shows, the staff must be busy and frantic.
As I hesitated with such thoughts, Harang’s face gradually narrowed, and her lips were starting to pout.
“I said, empty this and come back.”
She even shook the trash can while saying that.
“Sigh….”
I sighed and took the trash can, heading toward the large trash can at the end of the third-floor corridor.
I would have liked to reveal my identity, but rather than receiving a small apology now, I was aiming for a bigger apology later.
The person who actually made the director empty the trash is worse than the person who just told the director to empty the trash.
And well, they must be very tired, so they could behave like that. Right, it’s probably not because she’s a bad person.
“What the hell, really.”
But contrary to my hopes, I heard a voice full of malice from behind.
By the time I turned around, Harang had
-SLAM!
……
Already closed the waiting room door as if roaring at me.
Is she angry just because I sighed?
‘That fucking bitch…’
Just a rude, bad girl after all.
I cursed inside while looking at the firmly closed door and was about to walk to the waiting room… But I just held back.
Anyway, such rude celebrities are quite common.
It would damage my dignity as a director to fight in front of an idol’s waiting room about whether they know who I am, and whether I can get an apology later.
No wonder they can’t rise to the first tier when the most popular member of the group acts like this. Tsk, tsk.
By the way, was the third-floor corridor always this long? Ugh, really.
I barely managed to calm my anger as I emptied Lize members’ trash into the large trash can.
I should go back to the waiting room and receive an apology.
But there was no chance for that.
When I knocked on the waiting room door, Harang came out again, but this bitch snatched the trash can from me as soon as she opened the door and immediately SLAM! closed it again.
“Huh… She’s really crazy.”
The waiting room door was white, it seemed to visualize my blank mind, so I just stared at it.
I’m bewildered. Is this normal?
First, she makes a complete stranger empty her trash, then she advertises her bad mood by completely shutting me out.
Maybe I haven’t shown my face enough to the idols? She doesn’t know me.
No, that’s not the issue. Whether I’m the director or not doesn’t matter.
This is a personality issue, and I can’t just watch someone with such a terrible personality appear on our broadcast.
It’s absolutely not personal.
I walked irritably and called someone.
Ring…. Ring….
After a couple of rings, a voice was heard.
-Yes, Director! This is PD Ahn!
The head PD of the music show ‘Music In Us’ currently doing pre-recordings, Ahn Jin-su.
We’re quite close. Since he’s in charge of what could be called our station’s main program, the music show, we’ve had many dinners together and communicated a lot.
He even suggested several times that we go to a room salon together, but that’s a bit…
No, that’s not the point right now.
-PD Ahn. I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.
-If it’s a request from you, Director, of course I should do it! What is it? Just tell me!
-You know the Music In Us pre-recording happening now?
-Yes, yes.
-Among the performers, cut Lize from next week. And be sure to tell them to empty their own trash cans.
Since our broadcasting station monopolizes idol programs, we run as many as three music shows, with Music In Us being the most prestigious.
Even successful idols must appear on it when they release a new album—it’s an essential course.
But for a group like Lize, which is in a precarious position, to be cut from such a valuable spot?
The impact won’t be small. Harang will probably get severely scolded by her agency’s CEO.
-What? Why all of a sudden….. Well, okay! Since it’s your word, Director, I’ll cut them! Then, Director, may I ask you for a favor?
-Yes, tell me.
-It would be great if you could recommend someone to fill the spot left by cutting Lize…
-What? Oh. Hahaha!
I couldn’t help but laugh heartily at PD Ahn’s social skills.
This is why I like PD Ahn so much.
Though I’m the one who asked for a favor, the expression of gratitude comes back to me.
How can I not adore PD Ahn when he consistently creates such self-centered and one-sided situations?
-Then would it be okay if I plug in a girl group?
-Of course, of course! Director, honestly, isn’t it about time you started receiving? Hahaha!!
Huh? What does that mean?
Receiving? Does he mean I should exercise my authority as a director more?
I don’t understand. Well, it seems like a good thing, so let me just go along with it.
-Haha, then I’ll find a pretty and promising new gem and contact you.
-Yes! I’ll be waiting for your call.
I put my phone back in my pocket and, while heading to my quiet resting place in the basement, pondered deeply about what PD Ahn meant by ‘receiving’.
Even until I lay down on the sofa in the dark, empty storage room and covered myself with a blanket.
‘What does he mean by receiving? It doesn’t seem like just a casual remark…’
Just as I had been agonizing over this for a few more minutes,
-Creeeak…
What interrupted my contemplation was the sound of the storage room door opening.
What day is it today? I’m emptying trash cans, and now someone’s coming to the storage room where usually no one comes.
Ah, I should just go sleep in the lounge today…
“Brother, are you sure no one comes here?”
“Of course. Absolutely no one comes here.”
“But there’s nowhere to lie down…”
“Hey, the floor here is cleaner than you think.”
What’s this? I hear the voices of a man and a woman.
Thanks to the darkness that had settled around me, they seemed completely unaware that I was lying on the sofa.
Well, it’s so dark, and with my black blanket covering me, it’s understandable they don’t notice.
I should make my presence known quickly…
Thud-
Chuuup♥
‘What the fuck.’
Why are they kissing in the storage room?
And it’s not just a kiss, but a deep kiss with their tongues provocatively extended and intertwined.
The wet sounds of their mingling saliva echoed clearly in the quiet storage room.
Moreover, the emergency light was illuminating only that sticky scene, making it like a movie.
“Puhaa….”
“Our Harang’s saliva is so deliciously sticky. How is it? Not bad doing it here, right? It’s a place I found specifically to fuck with you.”
What? Harang? Lize’s Harang?
“Yes♥ brother, I’m wet. Hurry and put it in…”
It seems I’m right. Her voice has the same nasty intonation I heard earlier.
But wait, this is… Sex… They’re having sex.
No. No matter what, this isn’t right. I need to let them know I’m here…
“Wait, let me put on a condom…”
“Ah, brother, I took birth control pills, hurry… I have to go on stage in 30 minutes.”
“….So I can come inside?”
“Yes♥“
No…. Raw sex with internal ejaculation?!
I started holding my breath.
