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The conference room at Saja Entertainment was a war zone.
Jinu sat at the head of the table, face buried in his hands. Manager Gwi-Ma was pacing like a caged animal, face red enough to match the Saja Entertainment logo on the wall. Romance sat hunched over his phone, which wouldn't stop lighting up with notifications. Baby was furiously typing away, looking like he was reporting every nasty comment he could find. Mystery had completely zoned out, staring blankly at the wall like his brain had left the building.
"—yes, we're aware of the situation," Manager Gwi-Ma barked into the phone. "No, we will not be making a statement until we have all the videos taken down—"
The door slammed open.
Abby strolled in, iced americano in hand, looking entirely too relaxed for someone whose group was currently trending number one on every platform for all the wrong reasons. He dropped into the chair next to Jinu and took a long, obnoxious slurp of his drink.
"So," Abby said, grinning. "Hyung got pegged. That's what we're all freaking out about?"
"Abby," Baby hissed.
"What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking." Abby leaned back in his chair, tilting his head to look at Jinu. "Honestly, I'm impressed. Didn't know you had it in you. Or, well, had it in you."
Jinu finally looked up, eyes red-rimmed and exhausted. "Are you being serious right now?"
"I'm just trying to lighten the mood!" Abby held up his hands in mock innocence. "So what if people know you like it up the ass? Half our fans probably think it's hot."
Manager Gwi-Ma hung up and whirled around, face flushed with fury. "Shut your damn mouth, Abby. You think this is a joke? This could tank everything. We're talking lawsuits from endorsement deals getting ripped up! Music show and festival bookings pulled! Broadcast stations refusing to air us!"
Abby shrugged. "Yeah, I get it."
The room fell silent except for the sound of Romance's phone notifications going off every few seconds. Jinu looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor.
Abby watched him for a moment, then smirked.
𐫱𐫱𐫱
It all started yesterday. Valentine's Day, of all fucking days.
At 9:03 AM, an anonymous account named "PeggedPrince2002" dropped a ten-minute video to one of the Saja Boys’ KakaoTalk fan groupchats. Not just any video. It was a video of Jinu, leader of the Saja Boys, wearing red lace panties and getting absolutely railed by a mystery woman with a strap-on.
Jinu always had a squeaky-clean image as the nation's golden boy. He was the type of idol who did charity work on his birthdays and bowed respectfully to senior artists at award shows. He was the face you saw on Seoul's tourism ads and bank commercials, smiling that perfect, charming smile that made teenage girls swoon and their parents nod approvingly. More than that, he was the reason Saja Boys had blown up in the first place. Without him, Saja Boys would've been just another mid-tier idol group struggling for relevance.
Which made the leaked video that much more catastrophic.
There he was, caught on film with his legs spread wide, face twisted in ecstasy, while delicate hands with perfectly manicured nails gripped his thighs and thrust deep. The hands were unmistakably feminine, small and graceful, nails painted a soft, innocent pink that made the entire scene feel even more scandalous.
It was Romance who found the leaked video first.
Because of course he did. The narcissistic bastard spent half his free time lurking in fan communities under fake accounts, probably getting off on reading thirst comments about himself. Soon, he spammed the Saja group chat with a succession of messages, but unfortunately, most of the members often woke up late during their off days.
By the time the others had gotten out of bed, the video had escaped containment. It spread like wildfire through KakaoTalk group chats, hopping from one fandom space to another. Screenshots started popping up on DC Inside galleries, then in multiple forum threads on Instiz, Theqoo, and Pann, all with thousands of comments and upvotes. Some were censored with careful black bars and blurred-out genitalia. Others were very much not.
By 11 AM, Abby was the last to wake up. He rolled over, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and immediately got smacked in the face by the online shitstorm. He'd seen enough sanitized PR disasters in his idol career to recognize real carnage when he saw it. And this? This was a massacre.
He clicked on one Instiz post that had over 150,000 views and 18,000 upvotes, the preview alone promising a goldmine of wild commentary.
[BREAKING] Nation's Golden Boy Gets His Back Broken in Video Leak
[+412, -19] what's this at 9 AM on Valentine's Day… I'm going to throw up my breakfast
[+365, -41] I knew something was up when he kept doing those deep squats in dance practice
[+312, -67] "nation's golden boy" more like nation's golden hole
[+298, -34] please let this be a deepfake because I can't accept this reality
[+237, -52] petition to change the group name to Backdoor Boys
[+181, -17] oppa had a secret girlfriend all this time??? I'm gonna burn my albums
[+121, -52] company's gonna drop that useless "pursuing legal action" statement while the video's already downloaded on 50,000 hard drives
[+70, -12] rip to everyone who opened it at work/school with full volume
[+67, -11] already saved and backed up before it gets scrubbed lol
[+46, -5] video's taken down. can someone dm me the link... asking for a friend
Abby's phone kept buzzing like an angry hornet trapped in a tin can. The Saja Boys group chat was already blowing up with forty-seven unread messages in the span of two minutes. Manager Gwi-Ma was probably having an aneurysm, sending a succession of increasingly unhinged messages, each one more panicked than the last. Abby could picture the man's face turning purple, veins bulging, possibly throwing his phone across the room multiple times.
But the manager was far too late. Netizens were already having a field day. Forum mods were scrambling to delete posts, but it was like trying to stop a flood with a paper cup. Every time a link got taken down, three more popped up in its place.
Abby was concerned about the group. He really was. This was the type of thing that ended careers.
But he also had other, more urgent thoughts in mind.
He opened one of his burner accounts and navigated to a private KakaoTalk fan group chat, one of the small fan groups he'd been lurking in for the past six months. The chat name had been hastily changed from "Saja Pride Circle" to "Nation's Golden Hole Fan Club."
He tapped quickly across the screen and hit send.
notAbby2004: pls send vid *prayer emoji*
He stared at his phone, waiting. The three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again.
Two agonizing minutes passed.
Then his phone dinged.
saja_hole_foods: PeggingLeaked_SajaJinu_Uncensored_092142026.mp4
saja_hole_foods: you're welcome ^^
Abby's thumb hovered over the play button for exactly half a second before he clicked it.
The video loaded.
The quality was shakier than he'd expected. Clearly filmed on someone's phone, the camera wobbling slightly every now and then. The lighting was dim, just the warm glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the bed, which somehow made the whole thing even more intimate and obscene. Jinu was on his back in what was obviously his own bedroom, sprawled across familiar sheets that Abby had seen countless times whenever he'd visited his apartment. He was wearing nothing but those fucking red lace panties that barely contained anything, the fabric straining against his hard cock, the outline clearly visible through the sheer material.
"Nghh," the man in the video whimpered. "Right there. Please, right there."
Abby swallowed hard.
This was his hyung, the leader he'd followed for years, the hyung he'd looked up to, admired, and respected. And here he was, getting absolutely railed in lace panties, his normally charming, idol-like smile nowhere to be found. Instead, his face was slack with pure fucked-out bliss, eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows drawn together, mouth hanging open and drooling slightly.
The woman with a strap-on pushed in deeper, and Jinu's whole body jerked. He didn't try to muffle his sounds or compose himself. Just let every whimper and moan spill out unfiltered.
"Yes, hnnggh, don't stop. Please don't stop."
The woman on top of him seemed pleased by his reaction. Her delicate hands gripped his thighs firmly, spreading them wider to expose him fully to the camera, and she drove her hips forward at a more urgent pace.
Abby recognized those hands immediately. There was only one woman Jinu had been secretly seeing all these years, slipping out for late-night rendezvous despite Manager Gwi-Ma's strict dating ban.
His ex-girlfriend, Rumi.
Abby couldn't bring himself to judge. After all, he and Romance had spent more than a few nights tangled up with a certain pink-haired Huntrix member a few years back. He still thought about those times fondly. And yet, somehow, even the memories of those wild threesomes couldn't compare to this lewd sight.
Who could've guessed that behind all that Mr. Perfect Leader bullshit, Jinu liked to take it like a proper bottom bitch?
The camera angle shifted slightly, and Abby got a clearer view of the strap-on dildo plunging in and out of Jinu's stretched hole. The man took every thrust like he was made for it, his pliant body swallowing the silicone cock so eagerly it was downright filthy.
"I'm close," Jinu gasped. "I'm so close."
Jinu came with a broken sob, spilling into the panties without even being touched directly, his whole body going rigid before collapsing back onto the bed. He didn't stop shaking, didn't stop whimpering, completely wrecked and oversensitive.
Then, Abby looked down at himself.
Oh.
He was hard. Like, painfully hard. When the hell did that happen?
But his hand was already palming his crotch before his brain caught up with his body.
"Fuck it."
He pulled down his sweatpants, wrapped his hand around himself, and started stroking.
The video replayed from the beginning. Jinu's breathy moans filled his room again, that desperate "please don't stop" echoing in his ears like the world's most depraved ASMR. Abby's hand moved faster as he watched his hyung get demolished on screen over and over, imagining it was his cock instead of that pathetic silicone stretching Jinu open. His mind was blank except for the sight of Jinu's flushed face, the way his body trembled and took it so desperately like a cock-hungry slut, the obscene squelching sounds that the phone's microphone had picked up all too clearly.
He came embarrassingly fast. Like a teenager who just discovered porn for the first time.
Then he hit replay.
And came again.
And again.
And again.
Two hours later, Abby was still going. His wrist hurt. His shoulder hurt. His dick was starting to feel like it had gone through a meat grinder. But Abby's brain had officially clocked out for the day. Every time he replayed the video, his cock would twitch like it was Pavlov's dog.
By hour three, he was pretty sure he'd wrung himself dry. Nothing was even coming out anymore. His dick was firing blanks now, each orgasm just dry-heaving through his body with nothing to show for it.
He also just realized he hadn't eaten all morning and had even missed lunch. Instead, he sat there, sweatpants around his ankles, stomach grumbling, cock still twitching like a dying fish on a dock, phone still playing the video on loop.
One thought cut through the post-nut haze with perfect clarity.
He could fuck him better than her.
𐫱𐫱𐫱
Fast forward to the next day. Gwi-Ma had been yelling for what felt like three consecutive hours, though Abby's phone said it had only been forty-five minutes. Time moved differently when you were getting a verbal beatdown.
The five Saja Boys sat in a neat little row in the conference room, heads bowed. Even though it was Jinu's sex tape, one member's scandal was still everyone's problem. All of them looked like they wanted to sink into the floor, except Abby, who was mostly just thinking about jacking off tonight again.
"Do you have any idea," Gwi-Ma was saying, his voice climbing to a pitch that could shatter glass, "any concept of how badly you've fucked this up?"
Jinu didn't answer. That was the smart play. Answering only made it worse.
"The only good thing here is that no one knows it's that Huntrix leader! Do you know what happens when two angry fandoms collide? It means my ulcer gets an ulcer!"
Not a dating scandal but a sex tape of the leaders of the two most popular idol groups? Forget sending protest LED trucks to circle their company building, the fans and their mothers would be camping outside their doorstep with pitchforks and torches. South Korea was still conservative like that, holding its idols to be pristine, untouchable, forever virginal in the public eye, dating only their fandoms and not each other.
Behind Gwi-Ma, one of his poor lackeys nervously clicked through a PowerPoint presentation that looked like it had been thrown together in ten minutes of pure panic. Each slide was more depressing than the last. There was a sad red trend graph that showed Saja Entertainment's stock nosediving by thirty percent overnight. It equated to billions of won, just evaporating into thin air.
Abby stared at that graph. At the back of his head, he couldn't help but think it looked exactly like what his cock felt like after rubbing himself raw all day yesterday.
The old man continued to shriek, jabbing a finger at the screen. "Do you know what thirty percent means? It means I had to cancel my vacation to Jeju! It means the board is threatening to pull funding for your next album!"
By the time Gwi-Ma finally ran out of steam, his face was tomato red and his voice had been reduced to a raspy wheeze. He looked like he might keel over right there. Abby briefly wondered if they should call an ambulance.
Instead, Gwi-Ma just stood up, grabbed his briefcase, and stormed toward the door.
"Meeting adjourned," he croaked. "Get out of my sight before I do something we'll all regret."
But the other three Saja members scrambled to follow him like ducklings who didn't know what else to do.
Jinu stood up too, moving slower than the rest. His shoulders were hunched, his whole body language looking defeated. He let out this long, exhausted sigh that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his soul. His entire face was pink from the humiliation of the past two days.
Though, Abby noted with interest, not quite as pink as it had been in the video.
Abby got up.
And followed.
Jinu was almost at the door when Abby made his move. He stepped forward, quick and smooth, and pressed his palm flat against the door right beside Jinu's head. The older man froze.
"Abby," Jinu said quietly, not turning around. "Not now."
Abby didn't move. He stayed right where he was, close enough to feel the heat radiating off Jinu's body. Close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive that Abby had never paid attention to before. He leaned in, breathing it in slowly, wondering if Jinu had worn this same scent in the video.
The silence stretched between them. He should probably let him go. That would be the smart thing to do. The respectful thing.
But Abby had never been particularly good at doing the smart thing.
"Hyung, those red lace panties," Abby said, his voice low and casual. "Where'd you get them?"
Jinu went completely still. The kind of still that meant every muscle in his body had locked up at once.
"What?"
"The panties," Abby repeated, leaning in closer until his breath ghosted against Jinu's ear. "From the video. They looked good on you, hyung."
Jinu's shoulders tensed. "You… you watched it?"
"Everyone watched it." Abby's lips curved into a smirk. "But I watched it more than most."
The older man finally turned around, his back pressed against the door now. His face was beginning to flush, eyes wide with a mix of humiliation and something else Abby couldn't quite place. Fear? Arousal? Maybe both.
"You still haven't answered my question. Where'd you get them? Did you pick them out yourself? Or did Rumi choose them for you?"
Jinu's jaw clenched. "Abby, stop."
"Why?" Abby tilted his head, letting his eyes drag over Jinu's body as if he could still see through his clothes. "You looked so pretty in them, hyung. And you were shaved smooth too…" He let out a low whistle. "Fucking hell. I think I'm getting hard again just thinking about it."
And he wasn't lying.
He could feel his cock already stirring again in his pants as the memory of that video flashed through his mind again. The fabric of his jeans was suddenly growing uncomfortably tight.
"Abby—"
"You know, hyung," Abby interrupted. "I spent all day yesterday jerking off to that video. Lost count after the tenth load. You're the reason I got chewed out by Gwi-Ma for going M.I.A. yesterday."
Jinu's face went from pink to crimson. "You… what?"
"You heard me." Abby leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing Jinu's ear. "Spent all day watching you get split open on that fake cock. Over and over. Fuck, hyung. The way you whined for it like a little bitch in heat. 'Please don't stop.' 'Right there.'"
"Stop," Jinu breathed, but his voice lacked conviction. His hands were trembling slightly at his sides.
"You liked it, didn't you?" Abby pressed both hands against the wall on either side of Jinu's head, caging him in completely. He leaned in close, their faces mere inches apart. "Being filled up like that. Having your hole stretched around a cock. I bet you'd love the real thing even more."
"Abby, this… I don't like men… I just…"
"I could give it to you," Abby murmured, his voice low and filthy. "The real thing, hyung. Not some silicone. My cock. Thick, hard, and so much better than anything a woman could give you." He paused, his smirk turning wicked. "What do you say? Want me to fuck you properly?"
For a moment, Jinu just stared at him, his eyes wide, pupils blown. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing shallow.
Then his fist connected with Abby's jaw.
The punch came out of nowhere. Abby's head snapped to the side, pain exploding across his face. He stumbled back a step, blinking in surprise.
"Fuck!" Abby hissed, working his jaw experimentally. Nothing broken, but it was definitely going to bruise.
Jinu was breathing hard, his fist still clenched at his side, knuckles white. This time, his face was flushed a deep, angry red, the same shade Abby had seen in the video when Jinu was about to cum. Abby's cock twitched at the sight.
Fuck, he looked so good like this.
"Don't," Jinu said, his voice shaking, "ever talk to me like that again."
He shoved past Abby and yanked the door open, practically fleeing into the hallway.
Abby stood there for a moment, hand still on his throbbing jaw, watching Jinu disappear around the corner.
Then he smiled.
That wasn't a no.