First Love Is a Curse

The photography studio in Gangnam was bathed in soft, controlled lighting — large softboxes, reflective umbrellas, and seamless white backdrops creating a clean, professional atmosphere. It was early May 2026, a few weeks after Yuju’s “First Love Is a Curse” promotions had wound down. Today was one of the key concept shoots for her upcoming full album, a more mature and emotionally raw project she had been quietly preparing.

Minjun adjusted the height of his camera on the tripod, checking the settings one last time. As a freelance photographer who had built a reputation working with idols and models, he was used to high-pressure shoots. But today felt different.

Because the artist was her.

Yuju stepped out from behind the changing screen, and the entire studio seemed to hold its breath for a moment.

She wore a striking black and deep red striped lingerie-style dress — the same concept from the teaser photos that had already caused a stir online. The fabric clung to her tall, elegant frame, the plunging neckline revealing the soft curve of her breasts, while sheer black stockings with strategic cut-outs accentuated her long legs. Her hair was styled in two thick braids with bangs, giving her an innocent-yet-seductive look that perfectly matched the “angel face, devilish heart” theme of the album. Black choker, dark nails, glossy lips — every detail was meticulously planned.

Yuju’s eyes met his across the studio. For a fraction of a second, something flickered in her gaze — recognition, memory, heat — before she smoothed it into a polite, professional smile.

“Minjun-ssi,” she greeted, voice calm and melodic, as if they were complete strangers. “Nice to work with you again. I saw your portfolio. Your lighting work is impressive.”

Minjun returned the smile with equal composure, though his heart rate had already picked up. “Thank you, Yuju-ssi. It’s an honor. I’ll do my best to capture your vision today.”

The staff bustled around them — stylists adjusting the hem of her dress, the creative director giving notes, assistants adjusting lights. No one knew. No one could possibly know that just weeks ago, in a private VIP room at a beachside bar, this same woman had been on her knees between him and his friend Lucas, moaning beautifully as they took turns with her and her “friend” Gyuri.

Yuju moved to the center of the white backdrop, striking the first pose naturally. She sat on a low stool, legs crossed elegantly, one hand resting on her knee while the other lightly touched her choker. Her expression was cool, mysterious, with a hint of melancholy — exactly what the concept required.

“Ready when you are,” she said softly.

Minjun raised his camera. “Let’s start with some test shots. Tilt your head slightly to the left… perfect. Chin down just a little. Eyes toward the camera… yes.”

The shutter clicked rapidly. Minjun moved around her, changing angles, crouching low, then standing tall. He was completely professional — giving clear, concise directions in a calm voice.

“Relax your shoulders… good. Now look slightly away from the camera, like you’re thinking about something painful. Yes, that’s the emotion we want.”

Yuju followed every instruction flawlessly. Her years as an idol had made her incredibly photogenic and responsive to direction. But every time their eyes met through the lens, Minjun felt it — that electric pull, the memory of her melodic moans, the way she had looked riding him.

He pushed the thoughts down.

“Change to the second pose,” the creative director called.

Yuju stood up, turning sideways to show her profile. She raised one arm gracefully above her head, the other hand resting on her hip, emphasizing the curve of her waist and the way the dress hugged her body. The braids fell over one shoulder, and she gave the camera a sultry, half-lidded gaze.

Minjun’s throat felt dry.

“Beautiful,” he muttered under his breath, then louder, “Hold that. Don’t move. The light is perfect on your collarbone right now.”

Click. Click. Click.

As the shoot progressed, the tension between them grew in silence. Yuju would hold a pose, and Minjun would step closer to adjust a light or fix a strand of hair that had fallen out of place. When his fingers brushed the skin of her shoulder, both of them froze for a split second.

“Sorry,” Minjun said quietly, voice steady. “Just fixing the braid.”

Yuju’s lips curved into the smallest smile. “It’s fine. You have gentle hands.”

The double meaning hung in the air between them, unnoticed by the rest of the staff.

They continued for hours. Yuju changed into different variations of the concept — a more innocent white version, then back to the seductive red-and-black striped one. In every set, Minjun captured her flawlessly. His experience with high-profile clients showed; he knew exactly how to make her look ethereal, dangerous, vulnerable, and seductive all at once.

During a short break, while the stylists touched up her makeup, Yuju sat on a stool drinking water. Minjun stood a few meters away, reviewing shots on his camera monitor.

She spoke first, voice low enough that only he could hear.

“You’re very professional today, Minjun-ssi.”

He glanced up, meeting her eyes. “Of course. This is work. Your concept is strong. I want to do it justice.”

Yuju tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk playing on her glossy lips. “Even though you’ve seen more of me than most people in this room?”

Minjun’s jaw tightened, but he kept his expression neutral. “That was one night. This is today. I don’t mix personal and professional.”

Yuju’s eyes sparkled with amusement and something darker. “Good. Neither do I.”

The words were professional on the surface, but the way she said them sent heat crawling down Minjun’s spine. He remembered too clearly how she had moaned his name that night, how her long legs had wrapped around him, how melodic and filthy her voice had become.

The break ended, and they returned to work.

In the final set, Yuju sat on the floor against the green backdrop, legs bent elegantly to the side, one hand resting on her knee while the other touched her choker. The pose was vulnerable yet seductive. Minjun crouched low, camera angled upward to capture the striking contrast between her innocent expression and the revealing outfit.

“Eyes on me,” he instructed, voice calm but firm. “Think about something you want but can’t have.”

Yuju’s gaze locked onto his through the lens. For a moment, the professional wall cracked. Her eyes darkened with memory — the night in the VIP room, his skilled hands, the way he had made her cum while Lucas fucked her mother beside them.

Minjun’s finger hovered on the shutter.

Click.

He captured the exact moment — raw desire mixed with restraint.

“Perfect,” he said, voice slightly rougher than before. “That’s the shot.”

The shoot wrapped at 7 PM. The staff applauded, praising both Yuju’s professionalism and Minjun’s eye for detail. As everyone packed up, Yuju approached him while the others were distracted.

She extended her hand formally. “Thank you for today, Minjun-ssi. The photos look beautiful already.”

Minjun shook her hand. Her grip was warm, lingering just a fraction longer than necessary. “It was my pleasure, Yuju-ssi.”

As she pulled away, her fingers brushed his palm in a way that felt deliberate. She leaned in slightly, voice barely above a whisper.

“See you around… photographer.”

Then she turned and walked away, braids swaying, leaving Minjun standing there with memories flooding back and a very unprofessional ache in his body.

He watched her go, knowing full well that their secret night was far from buried.

But something between them had only just begun to reignite.

The clock on Minjun’s studio wall read 10:47 PM when his phone vibrated on the desk.

He had just finished editing the first batch of Yuju’s concept photos from today’s shoot. The images were stunning — her sharp gaze, the way the red-and-black striped dress clung to her body, the contrast between innocence and seduction. He had been staring at one particular shot for far too long: Yuju sitting on the floor, legs elegantly bent, looking straight into the lens with that haunting, hungry expression. The same look she had given him weeks ago in the VIP room while Lucas fucked her from behind.

His phone buzzed again.

Unknown number.

Minjun frowned slightly but answered.

“Hello?”

There was a brief pause, then a soft, melodic voice he would recognize anywhere.

“Minjun-ssi… it’s Yuju.”

His grip tightened on the phone. He sat up straighter in his chair, heart rate spiking instantly.

“Yuju-ssi,” he replied, keeping his voice steady and professional. “Is everything alright?”

Another small pause. He could almost hear her smiling on the other end.

“I’m sorry for calling so late. I got your number from the business card you gave me during the vacation… I hope you don’t mind.”

Minjun swallowed. The memory of that night flashed through his mind — her long legs wrapped around him, her melodic moans, the way she had looked riding him while Gyuri watched.

“Not at all,” he said carefully. “What can I do for you?”

Yuju’s voice lowered slightly, still polite but with a hint of something warmer underneath.

“I’ve been thinking about the photos from today’s shoot. Some of the angles and lighting… I wanted to discuss them in more detail. Would you be able to come by my private apartment? It’s not far from the studio. I usually stay here when I have late work.”

Minjun’s pulse thundered in his ears. He knew this wasn’t just about photos. They both knew.

He glanced at the clock again. 10:52 PM.

“…Now?” he asked.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” she replied softly. “I won’t keep you long. I just… want to see the raw files and talk about the direction for the next shoot. I trust your eye.”

There was a beat of silence.

“I’ll come,” Minjun said finally. “Send me the address.”

Thirty minutes later, Minjun stood outside a sleek, modern apartment building in a quiet residential area of Seoul. The security guard had been expecting him — Yuju had already cleared his visit. He took the elevator to the 12th floor, heart beating faster with every floor that passed.

When he reached her door, he took a deep breath and knocked.

The door opened almost immediately.

Yuju stood there in a simple but dangerously intimate outfit — an oversized black silk button-up shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, the top few buttons undone, revealing the soft curve of her breasts and a hint of black lace underneath. Her long dark hair was down, still slightly damp from a recent shower, and she wore no makeup. She looked both comfortable and devastatingly seductive.

“Minjun-ssi,” she greeted, voice soft and melodic. “Thank you for coming so late. Please, come in.”

He stepped inside. The apartment was spacious and minimalist — high ceilings, large windows overlooking the city lights, a modern living room with a grand piano in one corner, and a kitchen island that looked rarely used. It was clearly her private sanctuary, a place she stayed when she needed to focus on work away from the main family home.

Yuju closed the door behind him and locked it with a soft click.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked, walking toward the kitchen. Her long legs moved gracefully, the silk shirt shifting against her thighs. “Water? Wine? I have a good red opened.”

“Water is fine,” Minjun replied, forcing his voice to stay neutral. He set his laptop bag on the dining table and tried not to stare as she bent slightly to open the fridge, the hem of the shirt riding up dangerously high.

She returned with two glasses of cold water and set them on the table. Then she pulled out a chair for herself and gestured for him to sit.

“Let’s look at the photos first,” she said, sounding perfectly professional. “I really liked the ones where I was sitting on the floor. The emotion felt right.”

Minjun opened his laptop and pulled up the raw files. They sat side by side, shoulders almost touching, as he scrolled through the images. Yuju leaned in closer to see the screen, her damp hair brushing his arm, carrying the faint scent of her shampoo — vanilla and something floral.

“This one,” she murmured, pointing at the exact shot he had lingered on earlier. “The way you caught my eyes… it feels honest. Vulnerable.”

Minjun nodded, trying to ignore how close her bare thigh was to his hand. “You gave me the perfect expression. It was easy to capture.”

They continued reviewing photos for nearly twenty minutes, discussing angles, lighting, and concept direction. Their conversation stayed strictly professional on the surface — calm, focused, respectful.

But the tension underneath was suffocating.

Every time Yuju leaned closer, her breast would brush lightly against his arm. When she reached across him to point at something on the screen, her shirt shifted, giving him a clear view of the black lace bra underneath. When she laughed softly at one particularly dramatic shot, the sound was so similar to the moans she had made that night that Minjun had to clench his jaw.

Finally, Yuju closed the laptop lid with a soft click.

She turned to face him fully, their knees almost touching.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “The photos are better than I imagined. You really are talented.”

Minjun met her eyes. The air between them felt electric.

“You’re the one who made them good,” he replied, voice lower than he intended. “You’re… very expressive.”

Yuju’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She didn’t move away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, studying his face.

“Do you remember that night?” she asked suddenly, voice barely above a whisper. “At the bar?”

Minjun’s breath caught. He didn’t pretend not to understand.

“Yes.”

Yuju’s eyes darkened. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

The confession hung between them, heavy and dangerous.

She reached out slowly and placed her hand on his thigh, fingers resting lightly but deliberately.

“I know we said we wouldn’t mix personal and professional,” she continued, voice soft and melodic. “But… I can’t stop remembering how you fucked me while Lucas took my….. friend right beside us.”

Minjun’s cock twitched hard in his pants. The bluntness of her words — spoken in that same sweet, melodic voice — nearly broke his restraint.

“Yuju…” he warned, voice rough.

She leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear.

“I’m not asking for anything serious,” she whispered. “Just… one more night. Here. No one else. No cameras. Just us.”

Her fingers slid higher on his thigh.

The professional wall between them was cracking — fast.

Minjun turned his head, their faces inches apart. He could smell her shampoo, feel the heat of her body, see the genuine desire in her eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice strained.

Yuju’s answer was simple.

She kissed him.

Soft at first, then deeper, hungrier — the same passionate kiss from that wild night weeks ago. The one her little brother could never measure up to.

The photos, the professionalism, the excuses — they had all been just that.

Excuses.

Yuju kissed Minjun growing with hungry urgency, her soft, full lips pressing firmly against his as her fingers curled into the front of his shirt. A low, melodic moan vibrated from her throat — the same sound that had haunted him for weeks. Minjun responded instantly, one hand sliding into her damp hair, the other gripping her waist as he pulled her closer.

They stumbled backward together, mouths never parting. Yuju’s back hit the edge of the kitchen island, and she gasped softly into the kiss. Minjun took the opportunity to deepen it, tongue sliding against hers with practiced skill. He tasted the faint sweetness of the wine she’d had earlier, mixed with something uniquely her.

“Fuck… I’ve wanted this again,” he growled against her lips, voice rough.

Yuju’s hands moved down his chest, tugging at his shirt buttons. “Then stop talking and take me.”

Minjun didn’t need to be told twice.

He lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchen island, the silk shirt riding up her thighs as she spread her legs for him. His hands roamed up her smooth skin, pushing the oversized shirt higher until it bunched around her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her bare, still slightly swollen pussy glistened under the warm kitchen lights.

Minjun dropped to his knees without hesitation.

He kissed the inside of her thigh first, then higher, teasingly slow. Yuju’s breath hitched, her fingers threading through his hair.

“Don’t tease…” she whispered, voice already breathy.

But he did. He licked a long, slow stripe up her slit, savoring the taste of her. Yuju moaned beautifully, head falling back as her long legs trembled.

“Ahh… Minjun…”

His tongue worked with expert precision — broad strokes mixed with focused flicks on her clit, then sucking gently before plunging inside her. Two fingers joined his tongue, curling perfectly against her front wall while he sucked on her swollen clit. Yuju’s melodic moans filled the quiet apartment, growing higher and needier with every skilled movement.

“You taste even better than I remembered,” he murmured against her pussy, voice vibrating through her. “So fucking wet for me already.”

Yuju’s hips bucked against his face. “Don’t stop… your tongue is so good— ahh!”

He brought her to the edge quickly, then slowed down, edging her beautifully. When she was whimpering and begging, he finally let her cum — sucking hard on her clit while his fingers pumped faster. Yuju came with a sharp, melodic cry, thighs clamping around his head as she trembled violently, juices coating his tongue and chin.

Minjun stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Yuju moaned into the kiss, hands frantically undoing his belt and pants. She freed his cock, stroking the hard length with long, elegant fingers.

“You’re so hard…” she whispered, biting his lower lip. “I want you inside me.”

Minjun lifted her off the island and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the large bed, then stripped off the rest of his clothes. Yuju watched him with dark, hungry eyes, slowly unbuttoning the silk shirt until it fell open, revealing her beautiful body.

He climbed on top of her, kissing her again as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

“Ahhhhh—!” Yuju moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. Minjun groaned at the tight, wet heat surrounding him. He started moving — deep, controlled strokes that gradually built in intensity.

Minjun’s hips snapped forward harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the bedroom. He leaned down to suck on her breasts, biting gently at her nipples while continuing those perfect, deep thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned against her skin. “Even after everything last time… you still squeeze me so well.”

Yuju’s nails raked down his back. “Harder… please… I want to feel you tomorrow…”

He gave her what she wanted. He hooked one of her long legs over his shoulder and pounded into her with deep, powerful strokes. Yuju’s melodic moans turned into broken cries of pleasure. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath them as he fucked her harder, one hand rubbing her clit in tight circles.

“I’m close— Minjun— ahh!”

“Cum for me,” he commanded, voice low and rough. “Let me feel you.”

Yuju came hard, her walls fluttering and clenching around his cock as she cried out beautifully. Minjun fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up and entered her from behind in one smooth thrust, gripping her braids like reins as he railed her.

Yuju pushed back against him, moaning into the pillow. “Yes… fuck me like that… deeper!”

Minjun pounded into her relentlessly, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass echoing through the room. He reached around to rub her clit again, bringing her to another orgasm before finally letting himself go.

With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy. He kept thrusting slowly through his release, filling her completely until it leaked out around his cock.

They collapsed together on the bed, breathing heavily. Minjun pulled her into his arms, kissing her shoulder tenderly.

Yuju turned to face him, a soft, satisfied smile on her lips. She traced a finger down his chest.

“…We’re going to need another shower,” she whispered playfully.

Minjun chuckled, pulling her closer.

The bathroom was still warm and steamy from Yuju’s earlier shower. Soft golden light glowed from the vanity mirror as Minjun carried her inside, her long legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Their mouths moved together in a slow, deep kiss — no longer rushed, but heavy with lingering desire.

He set her down gently on the marble counter, the cool surface making her gasp softly against his lips. Minjun pulled back just enough to look at her. Yuju’s silk shirt was completely open now, hanging off one shoulder, her breasts exposed, nipples hardened from the cool air and arousal. Her hair was messy, lips swollen, and her eyes dark with want.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, voice low and sincere.

Yuju smiled, a soft, almost shy curve of her lips that contrasted sharply with how boldly she had ridden him earlier. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly back to full hardness.

“I want you again,” she whispered, her melodic voice husky. “One more time… here.”

Minjun didn’t answer with words. He kissed her again, deeper this time, as he spread her legs wider on the counter. His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her still wet and slick with their combined releases. He circled her clit gently, then pushed two fingers inside her, curling them slowly.

Yuju moaned softly into his mouth, her hips rolling against his hand. “Mmm… just like that…”

He took his time, fingering her with skilled, patient strokes while kissing down her neck and sucking lightly on her breasts. Yuju’s breath grew heavier, her long fingers threading through his hair as she whispered his name like a prayer.

When she was trembling and dripping onto the marble, Minjun positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as her tight heat enveloped him again.

“Ahhh…” Yuju sighed, her head falling back against the mirror. “You fill me so well…”

Minjun groaned, gripping her thighs as he started moving — deep, sensual rolls of his hips. Unlike the raw intensity with Lucas or the frantic passion of their first round, this was slow and intimate. He fucked her with controlled, luxurious strokes, grinding deep so the head of his cock rubbed perfectly against her sensitive spot with every thrust.

Yuju wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him closer. Her melodic moans echoed softly off the bathroom tiles.

“Yes… slower… I want to feel all of you…”

Minjun kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts — worshipping every part of her as he made love to her on the bathroom counter. The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting mixed with their shared breathing. He reached between them to rub her clit in gentle circles, drawing out her pleasure.

Yuju’s moans grew higher, breathier. “Minjun… I’m close… don’t stop…”

He kept the same steady, deep pace, watching her face as she came undone. Her walls clenched around him rhythmically as she reached her peak, a beautiful, melodic cry spilling from her lips.

“Ahh… I’m cumming… ahhhhh—”

Her orgasm was long and shuddering. Minjun fucked her through it, then followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her with one final, thick load. They stayed connected for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.

Afterward, Minjun carried her to the large walk-in shower. They washed each other gently under the warm water — hands gliding over skin with care, soft kisses shared between suds and steam. No words were needed. Just quiet intimacy.

They dried off and moved to Yuju’s bedroom.

The large bed felt incredibly soft after the long night. Yuju pulled Minjun down beside her, curling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her tall frame, one hand stroking her back soothingly.

“Stay the night,” she whispered against his skin. “Just until morning.”

Minjun kissed the top of her head. “Okay.”

They fell asleep like that — tangled together, bodies warm and sated, the city lights of Seoul glowing softly through the curtains.

The rest of the photoshoot schedule continued professionally.

Minjun showed up every day as the lead photographer. Yuju was the perfect model — focused, cooperative, and incredibly photogenic. They worked together seamlessly in front of the staff: he gave clear directions, she executed them beautifully. No one suspected anything.

There were small, secret moments though.

A lingering look when no one was watching. His fingers brushing her skin a little longer than necessary when adjusting a pose. Her soft “thank you” after a particularly good set of shots, laced with double meaning only he could catch.

But they never crossed the line again during work hours.

On the final day of the main concept shoot, after the last photo was taken and the staff began packing up, Yuju approached Minjun while the others were distracted.

She extended her hand formally, a small, professional smile on her face.

“Thank you for all your hard work, Minjun-ssi. The photos are beautiful. I look forward to seeing the final edits.”

Minjun shook her hand, his grip warm and steady.

“It was an honor working with you, Yuju-ssi. I’ll send the files by tomorrow evening.”

Their eyes met for one long second — full of everything they couldn’t say.

Then Yuju turned and walked away, braids swaying, back straight and professional.

Minjun watched her go, a quiet smile on his lips.

Just another normal day in the Korean entertainment industry.