"K-POPular. By ninja5" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/95yQ6MtF Created on: Sunday 18th of June 2017 12:54:13 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:20:24 AM UTC K-POPular. By ninja5 Amber walked up the terracotta drive clumsily despite being accustomed to the heels. The guard at the front gate spoke no English. To get by him Amber had tried to show him her passport, dropping it just before his outstretch hand could take it. The awkward retrieval and repeat offering was met with the guard snatching the passport with a sideways sweep of his hand. He examined it nodded and much to Amber’s surprise placed it in a draw in his guard station at the end of a long drive that led to Nari’s parent’s mansion. New to South Korea and unsure if it was the norm, Amber had left her passport, hoping asking the non-English speaking guard for it back wouldn’t be a problem. Her Korean was – not good. A love of the culture and the, privately run Foreign Exchange programs, saleswoman had convinced Amber and her parents that this would be the trip of a lifetime. So far Amber was very much an outsider. Her host family had no children Amber’s age and seemed only interested in the money Amber’s parents sent every week. Going to one of Korea’s wealthiest international schools was a horrible blessing. Everyone was cultured and spoke English, but no one seemed interested in Amber at all. When Areum had dropped the note on her desk after a math class Friday, Amber became both nervous and excited. Nari, the “it” girl; Areum; Myeong; and Mye seemed by American customs to be the most popular girls in the school. To Amber they seemed like a K-Pop band brought into real life. Four girls, distinct in personality, with an individual aesthetic that had all the boys in the senior year in love with at least one of them. There was no one else to be seen in the large garden that the drive wound through. The house, ala Mansion, that the garden surrounded was stylish, modern and new, just like Nari. Amber took a deep breath as she climbed the few steps in front of what she hoped was the main entrance. She reached for the brass knocker and gave it three steady taps. She placed her hands behind her back and fidgeted. As the door opened she suddenly went ridged and straight. She took one last breath and tried to say, “Annyeonghaseyo.” Areum looked annoyed. Her short auburn hair with lighter highlights came around her face, from a part on the left, and curled inward to her chin. The designer faded jeans she wore came just below her knees. The white, crisp, woollen jumper with the golden print and brand name was folded up at her waist exposing the model Korean girls belly – thin, flat, with her abdominals undefined and pointing downward to her sex like an arrow. She raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes, gracefully turning away without a hint of acknowledgement. She walked back into the mansion like a cat, graceful but with unexpected sideways steps as if she was sensitive to some motion of the earth an awkward Western could detect. Amber’s head jolted backwards after Areum had turned. She looked to the left and blinked rapidly. She took a blight breath and peered into the house. American Hip-hop, Beyoncé, came from inside and without a welcome Amber guessed she was supposed to come in. She entered, turned and closed the door. Without a guide, she followed the music down an open hall with multiple rooms either side until an arch on the right led into what she guessed was the entertainment room. Areum was there, slumped into a white soft couch - one leg bent over the side towards the ground; the other leg crossed it creating a triangle which Areum looked through and snapped away at the bottoms of a controller for Street Fighter 4 with no sound. The rest of her body was motionless in the pose that seemed impossible to be comfortable. Light foot falls came from deeper in the room. Mye, with her long hair combed up to a bun on the back half of the top of her head moved in asymmetric ghetto poses to each beat. Her movements, clearly the result of extensive training, were so unique and strong each time it was like she was fighting the music itself. Her bangs were cut low, but still showed of the feline lashes she always wore. She was wearing the same designer jeans as Areum, but wore a white sleeveless sweet top instead of the repurposed jumper. She saw Amber, and with neither friendliness or dislike, extended her arms in a ‘come dance’ gesture. Amber felt immediately relaxed and bobbed her shoulders to the music as she walked towards Mye. Seeing Amber’s untrained school formal dance moves Mye’s eyes went wide in disbelief. No sooner had the beat changed again and Mye instantly expressed that she had lost all interest in Amber dancing. Amber’s mouth opened and her brow turn inward and her uncontrollable made an apologetic look. Mye didn’t see. She returned to being completely focused. Amber thought to speak, but decided it best to look for the other two girls, Myeong and Nari. She walked away, as much as she regretted coming she was afraid to leave. An invitation to hostility was better than sitting in the tiny room her Korean host family had given her. Still being new to Korea, Amber hadn’t figured out what was cultural and what was rudeness. As she walked deeper into the house her fingers traced the slightly coarse texture of the perfect white walls. Noticing that there was not a speck of dust on the picture frames and sculptures around her she became self-conscious of leaving a mark on the wall and her hands retreated inward till they were nervously folded on her chest. She heard a dinging sound of something tapping against glass or a ceramic. Pushing an ajar door open Myeong stood quietly in a kitchen mixing something. Myeong was the shortest, but not by much. Again, she wore an identical pair of designer jeans to Areum and Mye. Her white top accessory was a long sleeved, crop top hoody. Like always her long auburn with highlights hair was pushed around so it flowed out from the hood. Her belly was showing just above the kitchen bench. Her belly was just as flat with the same delicate arrow, but her hips were slightly wider. Having found someone less obsessed with pop-culture. She pushed open the door and smile happily. Amber had walked into the middle of the kitchen, “Oh, hi Myeong. What are you cooking?” Myeong’s head rose from the bowl of what smelled to be a peanut oil marinade. She looked slightly annoyed compared to Areum’s disinterest and Mye’s disapproval. She breathed in slightly and calmly annunciate, “Myeong.” Amber smile disappeared. “Oh, sorry. Mye-ong”, she tried and thought she was getting it. Myeong put down her wooden spoon. “Myeong”, she sounded again. “Myeong.” Amber had a serious look on her face to match Myeong’s. Myeong shook her head, “Myeong!” “Myeong?” “Myeong!” Myeong made a gesture with her hands. “Myeong”, Amber repeated making the same hand gesture. Myeong’s head went back and her eyes wide. Her hands waved around like she was trying to understand what Amber was doing with her hands. “Myeong”, she said more firmly “Myeong”, Amber repeated not knowing the difference between what she uttered know and had first uttered. “Huu-uh”, Myeong sighed. She picked up her spoon and went back to stirring the marinade. Amber felt a weight in her chest and her shoulders slumped again. Nervously, and hoping for Myeong to say something, she slowly walked out of the kitchen and went back to exploring the house. It was empty, but after encountering several steps of stairs she finally decided to take one. Bey ounce was almost completely drooled out. Despite being inside as she past an open door she felt a breeze. She saw a silhouette behind flowing lace curtains on the balcony of a bedroom. Amber knocked too faintly to be heard, but decided things couldn’t get any worse. She entered the room and made her way to the balcony entrance. As she passed through the lace curtains like a vail too the Korean summers sunshine, she saw Nari leaning against the railing looking out over her parent’s picturesque garden. “Hello Nari?” After the last three encounters Amber was asking permission to greet her host. Nari’s head turned. Unlike her three friends she did not wear the uniform faded knee high jeans. Her tiny denim shorts were still designer. She wore an undefinable top that hung loosely from her shoulders, but was cropped at her elbows and belly. Though Korean, the skin on her exposed legs and arrow belly was whiter than Ambers. She turned the corner of her lips up in acknowledgement of Amber’s presence. She turned her head again, her long auburn hair gliding out. Amber marvelled how Nari mixed plats with free-flowing hair into a distinct do. “Thank you for inviting me to hang out with you at your house.” Amber gave a sweet smile. Nari’s face immediately lit up in the German shadenfreude. “Oh”, she sounded in perfect English and smiled. “You thought…” Her stance changed to engaged, her arms gestured like a teacher’s. “You thought we wanted to hang out with you”, her demeanour became diplomatically apologetic. Despite Nari’s flawless management of the situation Amber held her breath. “No. We want to eat you.” Amber cracked a nervous smile. Frowned while tilting her head and calmly said, “What?” Nari waved her hand as if it was nothing and took the few steps between herself and Amber. “It’s fine. I guess you weren’t to know.” Her head bobbed to side and she seemed to be enjoying the moment. Oddly it put Amber at ease and her shoulders relaxed. Nari’s hands came up and rested on Amber’s shoulders under the plain black biker’s leather jacket her Dad thought made her look Rock ‘n’ Roll. “Um”, Amber puzzled. Surely her take on this being a bit translated between cultures, or maybe ‘eat you’ meant something different in South Korea. Her shoulders relaxed by finally having friendly interaction, Nari hit the tipping point and then moved to pull the jacket off at Amber’s sleeves. “When you say eat me?..” “I mean”, Nari freed the jacket, leaving Amber in her loose-fitting shorts and navy green blouse. “We are going to tie you up; put you in an over and cook you; then – eat you.” Nari’s facial movements were minimal. The friendliness was fading. “I don’t…” “You’re going to be cool about this, right?” Amber opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “Because talking to a piece of meat like they’re a person is a little…”, Nari stared intently and expectantly at Amber. “Aaah?” Amber sounded, completely confused. “It’s annoying Amber!” Nari iterated completely serious. The smile returned along with the at ease body language as Nari reached for the buttons on Amber’s blouse. “You’re hazing me – right?” Amber’s arms were buy her side, her feet evenly spaced. Nari undid the top button of Amber’s blouse. “Amber”, Nari’s voice smiled. “Be cool”, she whispered. It wasn’t until the final button was undone and Nari inspected Amber’s soft underbelly that Amber thought to move again. She went to close her arms and protect her exposed breasts, but Nari slapped at the back of Amber’s hand like a Mother scolding a child reaching for a dessert. “In a sec”, and again Nari lifted the blouse up over the shoulders and pulled it down. The cotton blouse landed by Amber’s feet. Nari looked down at and noticed Amber’s heels. “Nice”, she said in genuine complement. Amber bought her arms up to protect her two-small breast. “Th-thanks”, she stuttered nervously. “You wouldn’t mind if I kept those?” Nari said pointing down to them. “Um”, Amber whimpered. “You won’t be needing them. I’ll just take them.” Nari crouched down on her knee and started undoing the latch to the heels. “The jacket’s totally Areum’s style. I mean she’ll only wear it the once”, Nari said frustrated letting slip a silent dynamic of the group. “But”, Nari tapped Amber’s right foot. Amber stepped out of her heel. “She’ll totally make it memorable.” Nari tapped Amber’s left foot and again, Amber stepped out of her remaining heel. Nari collected her prize and stepped into her room to stow them away. Amber was left out on the Balcony covering her breasts. She heard Nari open a door and the click of a light switch. her silhouette disappeared and Amber wobbled slightly. “N-Na-Nari”, she sounded softly. Amber took a step into the bedroom. Only when she was halfway to the walk-in wardrobe did she give a though to her blouse and jacket. “Nari I – “, Amber’s mouth dropped open. The walk-in wardrobe house hundreds of pairs of shoes all lined up on shelves stacked one on top of another. “What the…” “Mye thinks it’s too much too, but”, Nari finished depositing Amber’s heels in an empty space on one of the shelves. “She just would KILL for my Nike Air Yeezy 2 NRG ‘Pure Platinum’s’” Nari presented an undistinguishable pair of grey sneakers.” Nair put them down and looked below Amber’s exposed belly to her remaining pair of shorts. “Ok let’s go”, Nari clicked her fingers and waved her hand summoning Amber. Amber responded and moved towards her. Nari grabbed the button in Amber’s loose shorts. “Wait!” Amber final managed to get out, but it was too late. Nari ran the zipper down and the slackened shorts fell past Ambers knees. Nari’s eyebrows raised at the pink night-time panties with the bow. “Those heels and that jacket with...?” “Well…” Nari shook it off. “Not going to be a problem anymore.” Nari placed a thumb under the elastic of the k-mart panties and pulled down until Amber’s narrow hips stopped holding them. “Of for fucks sake Amber.” Amber felt a wave of fear creep up on her. “What? What is it.” “We’re going to eat that, Ok. I mean I get that you didn’t know, but – come on.” Nari rolled a few of Amber’s pubs between her fingers. “I guess I’m sorry!” “You know what, it’s ok. Come on.” Nari gentle spun Amber around and gently pushed her out of the walk-in closet and towards her private bathroom. “My…” Amber sounded after her discarded under garments and shorts. “Don’t stress. My laundry lady has a fashion degree. She’ll know what to just toss out.” Nari guided the naked Amber into the bathroom. “Ok”, she retrieved a razor blade. “Wait, no.” Amber protested. Nari looked visibly frustrate. “Amber, you were doing so well. Seriously?” “I mean…” Amber whimpered. “What? You mean what?” Nari posed angry, one hand one her hip the other holding the outstretched razor. Amber dropped her gaze. “That’s what I thought. Just causing trouble.” Nari went straight to work. Amber’s hand fidgeted between covering her breast and pushing away the razor that was gliding over her skin. “Almost done Amber”, Nari said seemingly having regained her calm. “And”, she made one final pass. “There. Perfect little pussy.” Nari closed the razor blade and put it away. Amber looked down at where her fine pubic hair had once been. She bit her lower lip. Nari rose, “Ok, let’s go down stairs to the others.” Nari grabbed both of Amber’s hands a pulled her out of the bathroom. “Come on”, she chirped like a mother calling a baby. As they reached the stair Bari swung around placing an arm over Amber’s shoulders. “So, what part of the U.S. are you from?” “Well”, Amber started now the pressure of Nari’s bedroom was over. The rational thought, that this was all some kind of hazing returned. The Christian expectation of reward in the future prevailed. “You know, I actually don’t care, so…” Nari guided her back to the kitchen. Areum, Mye and Myeong were all there waiting. Amber responded like a good sport to their school girl giggles and Nari smiled over everyone. All eyes were on Amber. “You – you guys really got me – I was – I was; like, WHAT!” She chuckled but couldn’t meet the superiority of their eyes at first. “I like her belly – soft”, Areum said eyeing it. “Her hips are skinny. She has a bottom like a peach – juicy”, Mye were moving over it. Myeong eyes were looking downward. “She has dainty little…” Nari sighed, “Don’t sat feet.” “Feet”, Myeong finished. “You all know what I’m having”, Nari said and all three of her friends diverted their gaze to Amber’s sex.” “Ok guys”, Amber said. “It’s getting weirder.” All four girl’s mouths opened wide and their head turned in disbelief at Amber. “What?”, Amber said immediately defensive. “What?” “The last ten minutes”, Nari held up her hands as if she was at her whits end. “You poor thing”, Areum said giving an apologetic look to Nari. “Just – get her in the oven – honestly”. Nari turned and stepped away. Amber saw Myeong step forward. Something slapped around her wrists. “Hey?” Amber cried, but the handcuffs weren’t the final indignation. Mye stepped forward and pushed down on her head. “Stop”, Amber cried truly sacred for the time. Amber felt something going around her ankles. She tried to move one leg away. Areum kicked her foot with her street shoes. Amber cried out. Myeong cried out, “Hey not my feet.” The cuffs around her ankles and wrists were connected by a third pair. Amber let out a sob as Myeong rolled her back onto a tray Areum had laid. “Ok”, Mye sounded. “One, two, THREE!” They lifted the tray into the oven. Areum and Mye retreated back to leaning on the kitchen island. Myeong pushed the tray into the oven. “Wait Myeong!” Amber pleaded. Myeong paused; looked at her coldly. “Myeong”, she enunciated. Amber realised her pronunciation was perfect. She gasped in horror. Myeong closed the oven door and gleefully turned the temperature dial up to One hundred and Eighty degrees Celsius. Nari glided back into the room having walked off her outrage. She joined her friends looking at the oven. Faint sobbing was coming from inside and all four of them gave a satisfied smile. Areum broke the silence. “I never get – why don’t they just leave.” Mye and Myeong heads twitched and then shared Areum’s puzzled expression. “Because we’re popular. American’s are stupid for popular”, Nari answered with a shrug.