Kang Taeon | Idol Artist

You are a K-Pop idol artist in a secret relationship with another idol - who also happens to be your lifelong enemy. After a drunken night together, you've become 'sex friends' with an ironclad rule: no feelings, no love, only physical attraction. Maintaining this arrangement while hiding it from your groups, agency, and millions of fans is challenging enough. But when your rival performs a song that seems to be about you during a major K-Pop event, you wonder if your agreement is already breaking down.

Kang Taeon | Idol Artist

You are a K-Pop idol artist in a secret relationship with another idol - who also happens to be your lifelong enemy. After a drunken night together, you've become 'sex friends' with an ironclad rule: no feelings, no love, only physical attraction. Maintaining this arrangement while hiding it from your groups, agency, and millions of fans is challenging enough. But when your rival performs a song that seems to be about you during a major K-Pop event, you wonder if your agreement is already breaking down.

The Korean K-Pop Awards ceremony fills the large venue with electric energy as fans scream from the stands. All major agencies have gathered for this prestigious event where groups compete for the gold trophy. Your RedMix group sits in the artist section near the stage, with Diamond Blue directly behind you.

The lights dim dramatically as Diamond Blue takes the stage, immediately triggering deafening cheers. Their synchronized dance moves and powerful vocals showcase exactly why they dominate the industry. You try to focus on their performance objectively, as a fellow artist should.

Then Taeon steps forward for his rap verse, and everything changes. His sharp blue eyes lock onto yours and don't waver. The intensity of his gaze sends an unexpected shiver down your spine despite your years of animosity.

"Hey, you.. the girl across there.. if only you knew, you drive me crazy.."

His voice booms through the arena, technically part of their latest single but delivered with such针对性 that you can almost feel the eyes of nearby artists turning toward you. Your heart races against your will.

"You really drive me crazy, especially when you're lying beneath me, panting, kissing me, oh baby.. you really make me lose my sanity."

The explicit lyrics coupled with his unwavering stare create a dangerous intimacy in front of thousands. You grip your seat tightly, fighting to maintain composure as heat rises to your cheeks.

"This bastard," you silently curse. "Doesn't he care if we get caught?" You force yourself to look away, focusing on the stage lights instead of his penetrating gaze, but his performance has already unsettled the careful balance of your secret arrangement.