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2020 VMA's K-Pop Nominations

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A little late to the game but...the VMAs now has a K-Pop category?!

The MTV's Video Music Awards is a yearly award ceremony which honours only the best music video releases by artists and producers. Their categories range from Artist and Song of the Year to Best Direction and Choreography. In the 2019's 36th annual ceremony, the Hallyu movement, or "Korean Wave," officially reached MTV, causing them to add the Best K-Pop category to the list of award categories.

Crazy! I still find this hard to believe, but it is such a marvellous accomplishment for the Korean entertainment industry. The winners for the 2019 VMAs were BTS with their mega-hit "Boy With Luv (feat. Halsey). No surprise there. Who will be taking the prize home in this years' 37th award ceremony?

MTV officially released the nominees for this category on July 30, and they are:

(G) I•DLE -- "Oh My God"

BTS -- "On"

EXO -- "Obsession"

MONSTA X -- "Someone's Someone"

TXT -- "9 and Three Quarters (Run Away)"

Red Velvet -- "Psycho"

But that's not all for our K-Pop idols.

BTS also got nominated for Best Pop and Best Choreography for "On," bringing them to a total of three nominations.

In recent years, the Korean entertainment industry has seen significant accomplishments in the American and overall global market: BTS has appeared and performed in multiple TV shows like Saturday Night Live and The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon; BLACKPINK had the honour of performing in Coachella, and they have their own dolls, Micro Pop Stars, and merchandise at Target; Director Bong JunHo won six Oscars with his movie "Parasite"; Red Velvet's "Zimzalabim" was in the film "Trolls: World Tour" and the members voiced characters; and many groups and soloists have gone on tours in the United States and around the world.

The success of the South Korean entertainment industry can be traced back to 1994, when, then, President Kim YoungSam, learned that the export revenue of Stephen Spielberg's "Jurassic Park" (1993), a film with a $63 million budget, matched the sales of 1.5 million Hyundai cars of a single year.

Come the major financial crisis in 1997, the government realized that they heavily depended on industries with complicated supply chains. It was then when the government decided to shift focus and spend millions of dollars on subsidies and loans in cultural industries to promote and export K-Pop.

Today, South Korea impacts more lives per capita than any other nation in the world.

Fun Fact: Did you know that two of the artists nominated, BTS and TXT, are both from the same music label? Talk about accomplishments for Big Hit Entertainment.

The MTV's VMAs will take place on Sunday, August 30 at 5 p.m. CST. You may vote here!

Who will you be voting for?

Someone's Someone - H1

Hyungwon - Part 1

WARNING: mutual masturbation.

This series is gonna be fun, lovelies. Buckle up!

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It hadn’t been the best day, and it only got worse when you finally stumbled home. After kicking off your heels and dumping your purse and mail onto the kitchen counter, you almost missed the pale green envelope that slid from under all the other mail you’d collected. If the apartment hadn’t been as silent as a monastery during evening prayer, there was no way you could have heard it hit the tile floor. But, you did and as soon as you picked it up, you wished you hadn’t. You knew what it was the instant you laid eyes on the handwriting, and there was no stopping the instant clench to your gut as you realized what you were holding was a wedding invite.

Not just any wedding invite though. Your cousin was marrying your ex. Who had cheated on you with your cousin. After 5 years of being in a relationship.

Uncaring of the ripping sound that came from your skirt as you slid to the floor, the innocent envelope hand in shaking hand, you fought back tears that were both from fury and the sudden stab to the back. It hadn’t even been a full year since you’d caught them in your bed, and now they were inviting you to the wedding. You had managed to escape going to their engagement party, but it looked like you were doomed.

Cousin Da-Da knew damn well that there was no way you were going to be able to decline the invite. Attendance to all family functions was almost mandatory in your family, and although you had been able to skip out on the last few holiday dinners thanks to work, there was no way you would be able to use that same excuse. Work had finally died down, the purchase and merging of a small business on the brink of bankruptcy done and settled.

To make things worse, you’d be going to the wedding single. Because of the workload that had been dumped into your lap the second you’d received the promotion, there had been little time for dating or men in general. That didn’t mean you hadn’t had ‘fun’ though, and a wave of goosebumps ghosted over you skin as a particular night came to mind, followed by the flash of a card being slipped into your purse.

Scrambling up from where you’d been leaning against a cupboard, invite in hand, shedding work clothes as you made your way to your bedroom until you were clad in nothing but a silky camisole that did nothing but emphasize your cleavage and panties of the same fabric. Passing the full length mirror that stood by your closet, you rolled your eyes as you noticed your nipples standing out as though you weren’t wearing a lightly padded bra. It had been a few weeks since that night, yet your body still reacted as though it had just happened.

Grabbing the purse you’d used that night, you fished out the card that you knew was there, having thrown it back in after a long internal debate. It wasn’t much, just a smallish piece of stock paper with a few lines written on it in black matte ink against a plain black background, yet it stayed in the back of you mind for days. Just last night you had stood with your hand stretched out over the trashcan for hours, the unassuming business card dangling from your fingertips as you had a mental war over whether to drop it or not. In the end you had sighed and tossed it onto the kitchen counter, instead throwing yourself on to your couch to bury your head in the cushions as you screamed.

Now, however, you were staring at the black card, gaze switching between it and the wedding invitation. Two very different kinds of hell, one in each hand and if you hadn’t been so upset, you would have laughed at the irony. Instead, you were toying with the idea of slamming your head into the nearest wall.

Dropping the invite on your desk, you grabbed your laptop and pulled it closer, gathering your courage as you waited for it to boot up. Typing the website into a private search browser, you impatiently tapped your fingernails against the arm of your chair. Then, the page loaded and your heart leapt into your throat as the simple white words danced against a deep red background.

Someone’s Someone - VIP ESCORT SERVICES

With a shaky hand, you scrolled down till the end, mouth dry as you clicked on the ‘Hire’ button. Eyes widening at the list of questions you were required to fill out, you paused, uncertainty seeping in. Then the cruel laughter in your ex’s eyes flashed across your vision, and you set to answering the questions, being as honest as possible. Not faltering at the security questions meant to prove you weren’t a psycho looking for their next meal, you spent the next half hour with your tongue caught between your teeth, fingers flying over the keyboard.

Then, with a sharp finger stab to the enter button, you waited as the website verified your information, moving from your desk to the where a decanter of whiskey waited on a cart. Pouring yourself a glass of the amber liquid, you blankly stared out the window that overlooked the city skyline, trying your best not to think about the night that would go down in history as the worst night ever.

Thankfully, a cheery ping from your laptop had you turning around, a small smirk crossing your lips as you caught the personalized greeting as you slid back into your chair, crossing your legs off to the side as you leaned an elbow on your desk. Then, the screen changed again, and a photo gallery of the options appeared. Catching your lower lip in your teeth, you clicked on the album that offered Full Service, mouth instantly drying up when the first picture appeared, finger mashing the mouse button.

Tanned skin that glistened with sweat, abs for days, you stared at the body displayed on your screen, lost in thoughts of lust before forcing yourself to snap back to the task at hand. Scrolling down to see the details, you frowned when you read that he didn’t offer the one thing you needed to deliver a swift kick to the nads of your ex. Public Displays of Affection had always been a sore point between the two of you, he hating it and you loving it. Bringing arm-candy who would give you those little touches you craved was exactly what you needed.

Regretfully closing the tab, you ran a finger along the rim of the whiskey glass as you watched the marvelous body disappear and returned to the main page of the album. Clicking the next one, there was no way for you to control the full-body jerk as you yelped in shock. Nails digging into the arm of the rolling chair, you stared at a pair of eyes that you recognized. There was no forgetting the wicked gleam that had danced across them as his hands had ran across your body, not when it occupied the majority of your dreams.

When your eyes fell on the checkmark next to PDA, you sank back bonelessly into your chair, pressing a hand to your mouth as you stared at the picture of the man who had brought you to an explosive orgasm in a nightclub bathroom. Hand moving almost of its own freewill, the pointer hovered over the ‘Hire’ button, hesitation creeping in.

Did you really want to hire an escort for your cousin’s wedding? It wouldn’t be the first time someone in your family had done the same thing. It was easier to pretend to be in a relationship than to lie about it.

Running a hand over your face, you gathered your courage and before you could talk yourself out of it, you clicked the small red button. After a few seconds, the screen changed back to the full bio, but your eyes were caught by the flashing screen at the bottom, offering ‘Video Chat’, the little green light next to it sending your heart beating a thousand miles a minute.

Almost as if you suddenly had no control over your hand, you watched in slight horror as your finger hit the mouse. Heart stopping and lodging itself in your throat, you tossed back the rest of the whiskey, making a face as the pleasant burn made its way down until it settled as a pleasant burn in your belly. After a second of staring at your own face as the call rang, you pulled the elastic from your hair on a whim, long hair tumbling over your shoulders, scalp screaming in relief after hours with the bun.

A slight crackle in your speakers was the only warning you had before the eyes that haunted your dreams were on your screen, and all words died in your throat. When surprise flitted across his face before he schooled it back to the mask you were familiar with, you couldn’t help the small smirk that crossed your lips as you leaned forward, chin resting on the back of your hand, elbow propped up on the desk.

“Surprise.” You couldn’t help the breathiness to your voice, nor could you hide the small chuckle at the end of the word, and when his full lips quirked up in a laugh, you grinned and winked. Marveling at your own boldness, you tilted your head to the side, showing the pale column, sublty reminding him of the marks he’d left with great joy.

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He had almost declined the video call, something that would have cost him his hearing after his manager lectured him for hours on end. He’d honestly been surprised to see that someone had hired his services so late at night, the usual prime time long since passed. Not minutes after he’d received the email informing him of the new engagement, his computer had trilled at him, signaling the request for a video.

Glancing down at the satin pajama shirt, he shrugged and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even more as he clicked on the green button. Waiting as the screen loaded, Hyungwon turned his attention to his phone, scrolling through the details, an eyebrow raising as he scanned briefly over the information, a sense of familiarity creeping in. When the connection was finally established, there was no preparing for the shock he felt when he met your eyes, that tantalizing quirk of the lips bringing the memory of those lips around him front and center. There was no stopping the sudden heat in his veins, and when you tilted your neck, showing off the neck he’d marked so thoroughly, he stifled a groan as his pants tightened and his dick hardened.

“Surprise.” You whispered over the speakers, and he couldn’t help the answering chuckle as he settled back into the chair, a hand slipping down to palm himself through his pants.

“I was hoping you’d find the card.” he admitted, watching as you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Very smooth of you, slipping that into my purse.” Watching as you slid your tongue over your lips, he mentally smirked as you fought to remain serious and he remembered your need to be in control.

Yet, you had relinquished it so sweetly to him and the thought that maybe this was a bad idea crossed his mind. Personal connections with clients was frowned upon, yet the way you slid into business mode had him wanting to see you lose control even more. The fact that you had absolutely blown his mind with your mouth had nothing to do with his desire to see you again.

“I’m assuming you received the information I filled out.”

Sliding back into work-mode himself, Hyungwon reached for his phone at your words, paying more attention to the information this time around, an eyebrow raising.

“You read my requirements?” he asked, setting the phone down, wondering what he’d gotten himself into, wondering at the anger in the pit of his belly at the thought of your ex, but then you nodded, a low humming sound catching his attention as you tapped a finger against your mouth, lost in thought.

His cock swelled as thoughts of you on your knees, that same hum low in your thoat came unbidden to his mind, and he smothered a groan, adjusting his heavy erection as you spoke, eyes focused on something off screen.

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Clenching your thighs together as you caught his movement in the lower half of the screen, you forced yourself to remain professional, calling upon years of needing to remain straight faced even as your body remembered everything he’d done with crystal clarity.

As you set up dates to meet before the wedding, you couldn’t help but be drawn to the deep v of his nightshirt, the material hanging off his body in such a way that you couldn’t help but want to tear it off, his skin practically calling out for you to sink your teeth in. Your feminine pride definitely got a boost when you noticed that his eyes were stuck on your cleavage, and you recognized the tightness to the corner of his mouth.

After going over the necessary details of what you needed, basically the ‘Attentive Boyfriend’ package specifically tailored towards your desire to stick it to your ex, all it took was a trailing finger over your collarbones to have Hyungwon shifting in his seat again, hand going down to his lap once again. Glad to be done with the serious part, you paused, an eyebrow raising as Hyungwon sucked in his bottom lip, eyes following your fingers. Throwing caution to the wind, you slid a strap of the camisole off your shoulder, grinning when he let out a sharp breath.

“Take it off.”

Smirking at the look that crossed his face, you waited, knowing from experience that he preferred to be the one in control. Even though you knew he could make your body sing like a canary if he so wanted, you were drunk off the excitement of the moment and you wanted to savor the feeling of being in charge. He seemed to know this, and his eyes were dark as he slid button after button out of their hole, your mouth going try as he exposed his body, kicking his chair back so you could see all of him.

Sitting back in your own chair, you slid your own hand down your body, mirroring the hand he ran down his own body, and when he glanced at you, fingers playing with the edge of his pants, you smirked, raising an eyebrow. With a deep chuckle that you felt in your cunt, he lifted his hips, sliding his pants down just enough for his erection to slip free and slap up against his lower belly.

“You gonna charge me extra for this?” you asked, voice hoarse as you slid your fingers through your coarse curls, wetness clinging to them as you teased yourself.

“Consider this my gift to you.” his own voice was thick with desire as his long fingers wrapped around his length, sliding up and down. Marveling at the length, your eyes were drawn to the bead of precum that dangled from the tip, tongue peeking out of your mouth as you had the sudden desire to taste it, wondering if your memory was as good as you thought it was.

“How generous of you.” you couldn’t help the quip from falling from your lips, the resulting chuckle from the man currently sliding his hand up and down his hard cock in a languid rhythm making you suck in a breath as your fingertips brushed against your clit, already hyper-sensitized.

Eyes feasting on each other, you knew he remembered the night you’d met, the devilish gleam in his eyes as his chest rose and fell with each pant as he stroked himself. Sliding a hand under your camisole, fingers finding a hard nipple with relative ease, there was no stopping the moan that fell from your lips as your head fell back, the pleasure sending electric shocks though your body.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” the gravely tone to his voice had you glancing at the man on the screen through your eyelashes, pants coming faster as you saw his hand flying on his cock, his own eyes heavily lidded as he stared at you bringing pleasure to yourself. “I’m close.” he warned and you shook your head.

“Not yet.”

He’d seen you begging, and the need to see him in the same boat took over, and before you could rethink it, you slid the camisole up and over your head, exposing your lace covered breasts, fingers playing with a barely covered nipple. Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you swallowed a whimper when Hyungwon groaned, his head tilting backwards, exposing his long neck. Mesmerized by the twiching muscles in his abdomen, you hissed as you spread your legs, a finger slipping into you while your thumb didn’t let up on its assault on your clit.

“Please.”

The word was a low whine, and with eyes glued to the angry, red cock in his hand, you shook your head. Your own orgasm was on the brink, but you wanted to see how long you could make him wait. It was the game you two had played, his hand over your mouth to keep your moans from letting anyone know he’d snuck you into the mens bathroom. You could see his nails digging into his muscular thigh as he edged himself right along with you, and there was a dark gleam in his eyes that promised payback as he stared into the camera. The low light played with the shadows on his body as his whole body tensed, lanky muscles rippling as he fought off his orgasm at your request.

It was enough to send you over the edge, a low keening moan slipping from your lips as you plunged two fingers into your wetness, thumb and forefinger pinching a nipple, the electric shocks spreading through your body as your mind blanked, the sound of Hyungwon groaning your soundtrack as your mind went to outer space and back.

When you finally caught your breath, a breathy chuckle was all you could manage, body falling into the languid state you cherished. Opening your eyes, you caught the smirk that crossed his full lips, hooded eyes doing nothing to hide the satisfaction he was feeling, and you knew you looked the same exact way. His release lay cooling on his belly, hand still on his still hard cock, not showing any signs of deflating.

Feeling confident and sexual, you took the fingers that were coated in your juices, sliding them between your lips, making sure he could see your tongue cleaning them. His smirk only deepened, and to your delight, his cock twitched in his hand. His own chest was heaving as he breathed hard, and his chest glistened with sweat, shining and beckoning you to his body like a beacon of pure sex.

“See you at noon on the 12th?” you asked, voice low and husky, drawing a laugh from his pillowy lips as he straightened up, body moving sinously as he grabbed tissue from beside the computer.

“See you at noon.”

A quick wink before you shut down the video call, his laughter ringing in your ears, you closed your laptop before gathering your legs under you and moving to your bed, the large mattress and extremely comfortable comforter calling to you like a siren calls a pirate. It was a small smile that you shucked the rest of your undergarments, sliding between the sheets as naked as the day you were born.

There was no doubt in your mind that this wedding was going to be interesting.

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