Dating : A Night with the K-Pop Boy Band

When the lights came back on in the stadium, Simone Han had tears running down her face. After three years of obsessively following Paradise 4’s every move on social media and memorizing the lyrics to every one of their songs, she had finally seen her favorite boy band in concert. It’d taken weeks of working God-knows-how-many extra shifts at Target and eating nothing but instant ramen and canned ravioli, but she’d managed to save up 430 dollars (K-pop labels charged exorbitant prices for their concert tickets).

The experience had been worth every drop of sweat and every penny. She hadn’t known it was possible, but Five, PL (formerly Poet Leviathan), Sean, and Dong-gun (her bias) were even more gorgeous in real life. And when Dong-gun had torn his tank top to pieces, revealing his six-pack… She’d almost gotten a nosebleed; it’d been that sexy.

Fresh tears streamed down her fair cheeks. Now it was over. What did she have to look forward to now? How could she go back to her mundane life of stocking shelves at Target and eating ramen by herself in her shitty studio apartment? She hadn’t even left the stadium and the post-concert disorder was real.

Drying her face, she joined the lines of people — mostly teenage girls — leaving the venue. Many of the faces had streaks of saltwater like hers; and more were obsessing over every detail of the concert, from the choreography and the outfits to the adorable way Five’s voice had cracked on the high note in “New Levels” and of course the way Dong-gun had torn his tank top like it’d been nothing but a piece of paper in “Mystic Love.” Simone wanted to join in on the conversations, but it would’ve been too weird. She was 23, old enough to drink and bitch about adulthood; most of these girls weren’t even old enough to drive.

She exhaled. She wished she had friends who shared her K-pop obsession; shit, she wished she had friends period. In high school, she’d had friends. After graduation, they’d promised each other that they would always stay in touch. And for a while, they’d really tried, but eventually, her friends had gotten sucked into their colleges and marriages and careers, and had moved on to things that were bigger and better than her.

Maybe I should’ve gone to college. But she quickly dismissed the thought. College would’ve just been a waste of time and money; she had no ambition and had gotten mediocre grades in high school. If she’d enrolled, she probably would’ve flunked out before the end of first semester.

“Oh my God!”

Simone winced at the high-pitched squealing. Ahead of her were a gaggle of girls that surrounded a black tour bus. A few pierced the air with screams of excitement when they saw the faint outline of a waving hand through the dark windows; presumably, it was a greeting from one of the members. Simone was tempted to join the crowd. How she would love another chance of seeing Paradise 4 in the flesh and only a few feet away from her no less.

But then the realities of adulthood sank in. Her shift at Target tomorrow started at 8 in the morning, and her manager was a dick who cussed out his employees if they were so much as a minute late. Who knew how long it would take for Paradise 4 to come out of their tour bus and greet their fans? Hell, who knew if they would come out at all? What if she spent hours waiting in the cold for nothing? Plus the bus ride back to her apartment took an hour and 45 minutes. So already, she definitely wasn’t getting home till midnight. Theoretically, she could order a Lyft, which would take only 30 minutes, but a Lyft would’ve cost at least 20 bucks and there was no way she was going to drop unnecessary dough after shelling out 400-plus dollars for the concert ticket.

So with a melodramatic sigh, she waved goodbye at the tour bus. She loved Paradise 4; however, she needed to be a (somewhat) responsible adult, much as that sucked. When the gaggle of girls screamed again — a crew guy had opened the door on the tour bus and a hand that might have been PL’s waved him in — Simone’s feet stilled for a few seconds, but she quickly forced herself to keep walking to the bus stop.

Simone shivered, hugging herself. It was late November and the temperature was in the single digits. Last week, it’d been this cold and she’d refused to leave the house to go grocery shopping, even though the only things in her fridge had been a bruised orange and a few ketchup packets from McDonald’s. For Paradise 4, however, she would brave tundra-like temperatures.

Two blocks away from the stadium, she came across a 7-Eleven. Despite it being cold as fuck, she decided to get a Slurpee. She was bringing up the coupon for a free small Slurpee on her phone when she saw some guys in leather jackets standing by the side of the store. She froze, hearing one of them say, “No one followed us, right?” The guy sounded like he had a Korean accent. In fact, she swore he sounded like…

A scream escaped her throat when he turned around and she realized that she was looking at Dong-gun. “Oh my God, it’s really you!” she exclaimed, her voice embarrassingly high-pitched. Those soulful brown eyes, that dimpled face that looked Photoshopped even in real life, those full lips that she dreamed of kissing on a weekly — okay, daily — basis, and the hair that, unlike his bandmates’, always stayed his natural sexy black and was kept short and wavy.

In the distance, she heard a girl shout, “Did you hear that? I think the boys are close by!”

“Shit,” Dong-gun muttered. Before Simone could fully comprehend it, the man of her sexual daydreams took her into his arms and placed a hand over her mouth.

Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD, Simone thought as he dragged her to an inconspicuous gray Toyota Camry in the parking lot, his hand never leaving her mouth. The smart part of her was screaming, Why are you letting this guy drag you to a random car? Yes, he’s an incredibly hot K-pop star, but that doesn’t make it okay for him to manhandle you! Scream, bite, kick, do something! The other part was screaming, Dong-gun is touching me! OMFG, my bias is touching me and I can hear his heartbeat! This part of her internally screamed some more when the rest of Paradise 4 got into the car with them. Five, the maknae who had just turned 18. He looked like a Korean Ken doll with his blond hair, big brown eyes, and blindingly white smile. PL, the rapper with dark brown locks that matched his smoldering eyes. And Sean, the half-Korean and half-French leader/lead-vocalist with black hair and blue eyes. It was so much attractiveness in one confined space — she was worried she was going to get a nosebleed for real.

“Why the hell did you bring her in here?” Sean asked from the driver’s seat, putting on a pair of large sunglasses and a blue bandana over his mouth before the fans outside could see his face. He swatted Five, who sat next to him in the shotgun seat. “Cover your face unless you want those chicks to mob us.”

“Ow!” Five exclaimed, rubbing his arm and pouting. Nevertheless, he listened to Sean and put on a pair of shades and a baseball cap to hide his golden hair. Then he turned to her, a sheepish grin on his face. “Sorry for being so rude. We do love all of our fans from the bottom of our hearts, but sometimes they’re a little…”

“Psychotic?” Sean finished, starting the car when the fangirls had run off in the opposite direction.

“Our fans are devoted,” Five corrected. “And be nice, dude. A fan is with us.”

“Sorry,” Sean mumbled, going onto the street.

“Can you take your hand off my mouth?” Simone asked. Of course with Dong-gun’s hand over her mouth, it came out more like, “mmm, mmm, mmm?”

“What?” Dong-gun asked, not removing his hand from her face.

“I think she’s telling you to take your hands off her,” PL said, looking amused.

Sean smirked. “Something tells me that Dong-gun doesn’t really want to do that.”

This is so fucking surreal, Simone thought. Was she dreaming? She pinched herself, surprised to feel a bit of real pain. Fuck, this is real. When Dong-gun moved her onto his lap, she widened her eyes. Well, that’s certainly real. She wanted to joke, Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Dong-gun lowered his hands from her face, and they held her hips instead. With nearly any other guy, she would have told him to quit invading her personal bubble, but this was Dong-gun, who she had kind of seriously loved from afar for years and who had been the star of many of her erotic fantasies. Pink flooded her fair cheeks as she felt his erection get harder. Her panties became wet when she imagined him stripping off all of her clothes and filling her with him till she shook the car with her screams. Whoa, settle down, girl. She couldn’t come in front of Paradise 4 over a fantasy starring one of them; she would probably literally die of embarrassment.

“I would say we should introduce ourselves, but I think you already know who we are,” PL said with a smug smile, glancing at her lanyard, which had Paradise 4’s faces on it. “What’s your name?”

Her voice was barely louder than a whisper. “Simone.”

“Simone,” PL said, savoring each syllable as if it were a delectable piece of candy. “Beautiful name.”

“Um, it’s okay, but thanks,” Simone said, flushing. Seriously, how was this reality? It was a trashy Paradise-4-x-Reader fanfic come true.

“Hey, I have an idea,” PL said, his dark gaze more smoldering than ever. “Simone…” A shiver climbed down her spine. She enjoyed the way he said her name, like it was a line of poetry he had to get right. “Do you have plans for tonight?”

“No,” she said, anticipation pumping through her veins.

PL held her chin, his face close enough to hers that she could smell the orange Tic-Tacs and jasmine tea on his breath. “What do you say to coming back to the hotel with us?”

“Yes,” she replied near-instantly. So what if she had work in the morning? When was she going to get a chance like this again? However, caution crept into her. She might have known all of their blood types and birthdays, but these (incredibly beautiful) guys were technically strangers to her. For all she knew, they wanted to drug her and do unspeakable things to her in a dirty alley. “Um, what are we doing at the hotel?”

“We’re going to have some fun,” PL said. “I’m not sure just how much fun, but don’t worry, darling. It’ll all be consensual.”

“Consent is sexy!” Sean and Five sang, quoting their only fully-English single, which had unfortunately flopped in the US, peaking at 24 on Billboard’s Bubbling Under the Hot 100 chart.

PL whispered into her ear, “I can’t wait.” Simone caught her breath; Jesus Christ, his deep rasp threatened to bring her to an orgasm. He added, glancing at Dong-gun, “I bet Dong-gun can’t wait either.”

For some reason, Dong-gun tightened an arm around her waist. Was it just her imagination or was there some tension between PL and Dong-gun? She’d heard rumors of a rivalry between them, but she’d thought that they were only mere rumors. Maybe not…

She almost choked when they pulled up in front of a Ritz-Carlton. She stared at the sleek hotel as Dong-gun took her hand and drew her out of the car. Never had she ever thought that she would step foot inside a Ritz-Carlton, let alone go inside one with her favorite boy band of all time. She gawked at the huge fountain and sparkling chandelier in the lobby as they walked toward the elevators. The nicest hotel that she’d ever stayed at had been the Holiday Inn, so she was wholly unprepared for the luxury that surrounded her.

“Awww, normal people are so cute,” Five said, laughing at Simone’s face.

Their room was on the fifteenth floor. Simone’s jaw fell even closer to the ground when she stepped inside. There were five king-size beds, a living room with two white couches and a huge flat-screen television, a dining room, and a breathtaking view of the city’s skyline. She could see the skyscrapers lit up like fireflies against the black sky and the moonlit lake.

“Oh!” she said when Dong-gun turned her around and all she could see was him instead of the city. Her breath left her as he wrapped his arms around her. He was even taller and bigger in person; he towered over her and his muscular frame nearly swallowed her up. She looked up at him, staring at his chiseled jawline and dimpled smile. Christ, it nearly hurt to look at him for too long; he was that beautiful. Which begged the question, “Why are you so attracted to me?” Mortification filled her when she realized she’d asked the question aloud. She added, stammering, “I…I mean…we hardly, um, know each other and, uh…”

To her relief, he didn’t let her go and say, “Huh, why am I attracted to you? Security!” Instead, he pulled her closer. She gasped as she felt his cock on her sex, their bodies separated only by the fabric of their clothes. “You’re exactly my type,” he said, his warm breath tickling her ear. He ran his fingers through her hair. “Long black hair.” He rubbed her lips. “Sexy red mouth.” He stroked her face, gazing right into her eyes. “Big, beautiful eyes.” He cupped her breast, causing a quiet moan to leave her lips and her nipples to harden. “Lovely big tits.”

Take me. RIGHT NOW, she wanted to shout. She’d been with a few guys, but they’d never turned her on this much. This was better than even her wildest daydreams.

Her eyes widened when PL stood behind her and grabbed her hips. He pressed his erection against her ass, making her heart race. “You’re my type as well,” he said, placing his lips on her neck. She cried out as she felt his teeth graze her skin.

“Hey, back off,” Dong-gun growled before taking her by the mouth. She moaned into him when he thrust his tongue into her mouth, staking his claim. This is something straight out of my teenage dreams. Juvenile as it was, she’d fantasized about having two guys compete for her attention. But she hadn’t thought that it could ever happen; the last date she’d been on had been six months ago, and it’d been with a guy who liked Insane Clown Posse and smelled like rotting onions. She breathed in Dong-gun and PL. Dong-gun smelled clean, like fresh laundry detergent, and PL smelled sweet, like apples and mint. Gloriously nothing like onions.

“What do you say to being with multiple men tonight?” PL asked, biting her earlobe. She groaned, dancing on the line between pain and pleasure.

“Are you…are you playing a joke on me?” she asked. This was too good to be true. Way too good. It had to be some sort of prank. These gorgeous K-pop stars couldn’t actually want to be with her.

“I’m dead serious, Simone,” PL said, squeezing her ass.

How could she say anything but “Hell yes”?

PL shot Dong-gun a smug smile. “You heard the woman,” he said, raising his hand to her breast, which he massaged till her nipple pebbled underneath his skillful fingers.

Dong-gun glared at PL, yanking Simone’s jacket off her before throwing it onto the couch.

“Sean and Five, do you want to join in on the fun?” PL asked.

Dong-gun clenched his teeth when Five said with a giggle, “Sure!” and Sean replied, “Why not?”

Possessive, she thought. She should have been weirded out, but to be honest, she kind of liked it. She liked it even more when Dong-gun pulled down her shirt and kissed her bare shoulders. Her hands went on his back, her nails sinking into his skin as he sucked on her shoulder and left his mark on her. Thank God she hadn’t decided to wait outside the tour bus.

She squealed when PL lifted her off the ground. Then he dropped her on one of the beds and hung his body over hers. He hooked a finger under her bra and tugged, freeing one of her nipples, which he proceeded to take into his mouth. “Oh my God!” she shouted. His tongue traced delicious patterns on her breast, which caused her to grab his hair and fill the room with her moans. Her moans stopped when Five lay on the bed next to her and planted a kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes, enjoying the taste of him, like peaches and cinnamon. Someone else rubbed her other nipple between his fingers, sending a thrill straight to her sex. Her panties were getting drenched.

“Want me to eat your pussy out?” PL asked, his lips still touching her breast.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” she shouted.

“That’s what I thought.” PL seized the waistband of her pants and pulled, revealing her plain white cotton panties. He kneaded the front of her underwear, remarking, “My, my, my, you’re wet already, Simone.” PL licked his lips as he pulled down her panties, exposing the small black curls on her dark pink pussy. Gasps escaped her lips when his mouth touched her clitoris. The gasps became screams as his tongue penetrated her most private places and tasted her juices. She clutched fistfuls of the white bedsheets, filling the room with her cries while PL sucked on her nub and made her see fucking stars. With a scream, she came. PL’s eager mouth swallowed her liquids like they were the finest wine.

“I’m guessing she enjoyed that,” Sean said, stroking Simone’s nipples, a corner of his mouth curved up.

Not to be outdone, Dong-gun hissed, “My turn,” and shoved PL aside. PL watched with a mix of annoyance and amusement in his gaze as Dong-gun went on his knees before Simone.

Dong-gun murmured into her ear, “I’m going to show you true pleasure.” Exhilaration poured into her when his finger entered her slit. “How does that feel, baby?” he asked, caressing her walls.

“Good,” she breathed, catching her breath as he kneaded her nub.

“Just ‘good’? That won’t do.” He placed two fingers inside her, causing her to scream out his name. Satisfaction lit up his eyes when his hand became damp with her juices. “Better. But I still want more.” He put his head between her knees and planted a kiss on her pussy lips. She groaned as he continued to tease her by giving her a series of mere pecks.

“Please…eat my pussy out,” she begged.

“Patience, Simone. Patience.” His tongue entered her slit, but only for a few too-brief seconds.

“Please, please,” she pleaded, her sex throbbing with unfulfilled desire. “I need to come.”

“Okay, I suppose you’ve waited long enough.” He thrust his tongue inside her, making her liquids immediately flow into his mouth. As Dong-gun licked and sucked, PL sat at the head of the bed and lifted her head onto his lap. Dong-gun tasted more of her when PL began rubbing her tits. Meanwhile, Sean placed his lips on hers. She groaned, delighting in his peppermint-and-chocolate taste. Then Five left a trail of kisses down her thigh, causing her to clutch the sheets even more tightly.

Dong-gun’s teeth grazed her clit. She cried out, once again caught between pain and pleasure. When he took her nub between his lips, she crossed the line into pleasure territory and rode the wave of a beautifully intense orgasm, making her voice hoarse by screaming out his name multiple times and soaking the sheets with her juices.

Her bias stripped off his clothes, revealing the six-pack that she’d drooled over an embarrassing number of times and his hard cock. “Ready to come again?” he asked, his voice deep and seductive. He took her into his embrace, rubbing her ass.

She was exhausted, but the thought of yet another mind-blowing orgasm was too damn appealing. “Yes,” she said, placing her hands on his chest and marveling at the chiseled lines.

“Good,” he said. “Are you on the pill?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Great, I can come inside you then,” Dong-gun said with a grin.

Another pair of hands held her waist. “What do you say to having two men come inside you?” PL asked, squeezing her breast.

Dong-gun shot daggers at PL. “I hate you so much sometimes,” he said, gritting his teeth.

“Do you want one or two of us, Simone?” PL asked, kissing her neck.

I can’t believe this is happening. She’d read loads of Paradise-4-x-Reader smut, but now she was starring in one of her own. Of course, she answered, “Two.” Dong-gun was still her bias, but she was too selfish to pass up a chance like this.

Dong-gun pulled her closer. She moaned when his erection filled her. “Oh, oh, oh!” she shouted as he thrust into her. Her shouts turned louder when she felt Dong-gun enter her from behind. “Christ, oh Christ, oh fucking Christ!” she screamed. Then PL sucked on her neck and Dong-gun grasped her breasts.

“Yes, baby, yes,” Dong-gun groaned. Her nipples hardened underneath his touch and his cock went deeper inside her.

“Oh, oppa!” she yelled as PL’s erection slid into her ass. Dong-gun put his mouth on hers and pushed his tongue onto hers, reclaiming her attention. She covered their cocks with her liquids as both men pumped into her, desiring her climax. With one last thrust, an orgasm tore through her and she cried out for her oppas. PL and Dong-gun came soon after, filling her with their white seed.

They all collapsed onto the bed. Dong-gun and PL both held her, looking at her like she was the only girl in the world.

Five and Sean clapped from the living room. “Great show,” Sean said, smirking.

“Shut up,” PL and Dong-gun said in unison.

Dong-gun stroked her hair. “What do you say to coming back to Korea with us?” he asked.

Her eyes nearly flew out of their sockets. “Um, what? Are you…are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he said simply. “We leave tomorrow morning.”

Yes! she wanted to scream immediately. But then the practical side of her intervened. She had approximately 100 dollars in her savings and knew, like, maybe 10 Korean words. How could she leave for Korea on a mere whim? “I don’t have much money,” she said.

“We’ll take care of finances,” Dong-gun replied.

That was quick. Then she said, “Um, I don’t know Korean.”

“We’ll teach you,” PL said, kissing her cheek.

I can’t just leave my life in America behind and go to Korea. That’s just insane. But then she thought about what she had in America: a job she hated, no friends, a crappy apartment, and bitchy relatives. Then again, it’s not like I’d really be leaving behind anything. I have nothing to lose. She looked at the gorgeous men surrounding her. But maybe everything to gain.

So she said, “Okay, oppas.”

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