Watch as a 21 year old woman Yuna flees across South Korea in pursuit of immortality, after being spoken to by the god she worshipped. She has specific instructions to obtain this, although, they are not easy. The unexpected goal - quite odd to say...
For the next four days, Yuna was so confused as to what had happened up to the point that it somewhat exhausted her. Why had her god challenged her with such a gruelling task? Out of all of the things that could have happened, she got put with a challenge that clearly didn't fit her. Who would even date a fervent religious girl like her?
Sighing, Yuna rolled out of bed to turn to look at the clock. On it read 4am. She couldn't sleep at all. Honestly, all of this thinking was making her sick, and she needed to put a change to that. She walked over to the bathroom and took a good look at herself in the mirror.
Wow. I've gotten a lot of acne in four days. I wish it would all just disappear.
Yuna rolled her eyes. "That's the least of my worries right now," she thought. But when she turned to take a look back at herself, all of her acne was gone.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK," she screamed internally. "I HAVE TO BE HALLUCINATING."
A loud chuckle entered the room. "Allow me to give you a gift. It'll help you if you screw up with your soulmate."
"G-god?"
"What do you want?" the man snapped.
A silence entered the room.
"I got a booty call in like 15 minutes, hurry up."
"Uhm... what?" Yuna questioned.
God sighed. "Never mind. Anyways, I'll explain this quickly. Basically I've given you the power to alter your appearance. If you fall in love with someone deeply, but mess up somehow, then you can change how you look and take on another identity. Or, you could use it to make you look irresistible. Whatever floats your boat. Now, I've gotta go. I've got some... important matters to attend to." Then, he disappeared into thin air.
Holy jeez. This new power gave her a new boost of energy and confidence. It wasn't so impossible to find her love after all.
Yuna had decided to spend the rest of the early morning on researching nearby concerts and fan signs, with all of this leftover excitement. She found one that would just be a short bus ride away, for a group named Winner. One member that had caught her eye for a while was Minho. Something about him - everything about him, was astonishing. Paying for the tickets wasn't much of a problem right now, but Yuna figured that she would need to find a better job soon.
One last thing had to be done. She had to change her appearance. Well, she didn't have to, but who wouldn't want to use the power if they were given it? It took lots of deciding, but Yuna found herself looking like a goddess after, and felt more self-assured than ever.
How she looked like ↓
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At 9:00am, she got on the bus. The ride was very uneventful. All she had thought of was how she would approach Minho. Yuna tensed up at the thought of it.
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Today Yuna was an average fan, just a nobody in the sea of people. She began to tap her foot in impatience, waiting for what seemed to be forever. The guard called next... it was finally happening. She was meeting her chosen one in the world of idols. To be frank, she was, as we call it in the 21st century, shook.
Yuna walked from member to member before arriving at the final idol, the man she had hoped to grant her immortality. Words couldn't describe what she was feeling. Yuna had put on the best cute smile she could ever muster and continued towards her point of interest, Song Minho.
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Minho, on the other hand, was bored as fuck. His fans seemed to all be the same, acting like he was an object. Honestly he was sick of it, being treated like an ethereal. Finally they were down to the last fan.
She was just so damn different. This last fan, this mystery girl, whatever you wanted to call her; she acted as if Minho was a mutual acquaintance of hers and just a regular friend.
She was so beautifully human, it was unreal. Her soft dark locks were tied loosely in twin buns. Her warm brown toned eyes shone, accompanied with her bright, perfect smile. That all combined with a rather short stature and the prettiest figure he had seen in his life. Her tits - erm he meant her breasts - were the perfect size, she had a healthy midsection and beautifully wide hips with thighs that just touched in the middle.
Minho was dumbfounded. This girl was all he'd ever hoped for a woman to look like. Sure, he had seen plenty of nice looking chicks in his twenty or so years of living but none had ever had him splurged with emotion.
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Yuna was getting ready to leave after getting her fanbook signed and telling all of the members how much she appreciated their music, and especially trying to flirt with him, as she was secretly desperate for any sign of love.
Minho called her back to ask something. Yuna's heart sped up a mile, wondering what in the world he needed. He had asked for her number. This was, at least at the time, a huge deal. She, of course, was at a loss for words so she kind of just nodded her mouth agape much like that of a fish.
When she had gotten closer she felt calloused but warm hands grab her chin, and close her mouth. Her cheeks darkened to a shade of red in embarrassment. Yuna had just made a fool of herself in front of her idol, who had just asked for her number. She replied with a nervous laugh and a yes. Finally, she decided to shut her mouth for good and just handed him her goddamned phone. He did the obvious thing and inserted his number.
His smile was so bright she had sworn it blinded her eyes, as Yuna was near tears at a full realization of what had just happened. Boi, she was about to get Song Minho's number. She couldn't help but wonder how this would end.
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What a sight, she was. Her eyes were glimmering and her mouth was in the shape of an O. Minho gently grabbed her chin and closed her mouth, taking pleasure in her reaction at his action. Her cheeks were tinted a dark shade of red and she looked absolutely adorable. After teasing her he finally put in his number and listed his contact name as a cheeky message. He finally let her go, wondering to himself how this would end. On a side note, thank god Minho noticed the looks his band mates were giving him, as they were all probably a mix of pride, shock, and confusion.
