Lessons in K-pop
Copyright© 2026 by GemmaGemmaGemma
Chapter 1: Part 5/5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Part 5/5 - Thomas Parker returns to South Korea. His daughter, Anna, recently turned 18, and she's desperate to follow in her mother's footsteps and pursue a career in K-pop. Thomas is haunted by their mutual loss and eager to fester in his misery, but ghosts of his past and promises of a happier future await him in the country where he first fell in love.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Age Gap Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Rough Harem Interracial White Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Oral Sex Big Breasts Small Breasts
Xinyi led us up a flight of stairs to one of the practice rooms, and though the building was different, the dance studio aesthetic was so familiar, from the hardwood floor to the floor-to-ceiling mirror across one entire side of the room. There was a TV to watch choreography videos, one laptop and a couple of wall mounted speakers that played the music, a full sized fridge and one long sofa for the girls to relax on during their breaks.
I had so many memories of watching Girlcrush practice from a sofa like that, hours of sweating and grafting to get every movement down to a meticulous precision, perfectly in sync with the other members.
The four girls were mid-routine when we arrived, being led by a choreographer wearing a face mask. There were a couple of cameras in the room, and staff members often had the choice of remaining anonymous. One of the staff members seemed to be filming a vlog, and instantly had a camera on my daughter. Anna’s eyes widened, and she looked at me.
“Any need?” I said.
Xinyi shrugged. “If she ends up joining the group, they’ll want to release the moment she met the other girls. Good footage for a documentary,” she explained.
Anna shrugged too, and didn’t seem all that bothered. A few minutes later, she was awkwardly waving to the girls as they approached and greeted her, and everybody started bowing at world record rates. It took me a while to get used to the bowing back in the day, but now it seemed almost natural. Every hello was met with a bow, and then a couple more. Anna bowed. The other group members bowed. Xinyi bowed a couple times and suddenly peer pressure got to me and I started bowing too.
The girls looked nice enough, but there was little to go off. They looked like any pre-debut group to me, before the company made changes to their looks and assigned them a personality based on the concept of the group. They were all free of make-up and rocking their natural black hair colour. They were unquestionably pretty girls, but that was the standard. It will be a hell of a day when the business debuts a conventionally unattractive person.
They were nice to my daughter, and that’s what mattered the most. Anna had shown some nerves, but before long she was being invited to join a bit of casual freestyle dance training and she jumped at the opportunity. Xinyi took me to the sofa, and we sat and watched the five of them dance around, get to know each other and laugh plenty, and it was quite heartwarming. Anna looked at home with them instantly, and her smile was just like her mother’s when she was in the studio with her friends, having a ball and chasing their dreams.
Practice came to a close, and a fold-up table was pulled out of storage for the girls to sit, eat and chat at for a while longer, before people started to slip out on by one. The group members had some vocal training lessons in the afternoon, but a few hours free before that. Anna stuck with the choreographer and took a brief tour of the other dance studios in the building. Sang-hoon was due to pick us up before too long.
“She looks right at home,” Xinyi said, laughing under her breath. I sighed, and she laughed louder.
“Can’t believe you’re guilt-tripping me,” I said.
“I think you know who gave me permission to do this,” Xinyi said, and it didn’t come as much surprise. “If you knew even half the things she told me before she died, you would be shocked. I got permission to guilt-trip you, permission to bully you, permission to fight you if necessary.”
“Fight?” I echoed.
“That’s what she said.”
“Who would win?” I asked.
“Twenty years ago, you. Now, maybe me,” she answered. “You’re getting skinny, not eating good and not looking after yourself.”
“I hear enough of that at home,” I said.
“This home, or back on your sad little island?”
“Both, unfortunately,” I said.
“I’m going to keep guilt-tripping you until you rediscover your spark,” Xinyi informed me. “Chae-min told me this was okay. I already gave you space, but now you are here and you are going to stay, and if you stay then you are going to work because it’s what is best for you.”
“They really won’t give you the job without me?” I asked.
“I am a dangerous girl, Tomtom, you know this,” Xinyi said.
“Better put you in charge of my daughter then,” I said, and she laughed.
Xinyi wasn’t watching me directly, but she was looking at the mirror across the room and her eyes were definitely on me. “Do you remember how to dance?” she asked. I shook my head firmly and instantaneously.
“Definitely not,” I said.
“You used to learn the choreography,” she said, getting to her feet.
“It’s long gone. I was never good at it.”
“You didn’t need to be good. It wasn’t your job, but you learned because it was fun and because it made us all laugh.”
I was still mindlessly shaking my head as she rolled up the cuffs of her pantsuit and took off her blazer. I hadn’t danced in a long time. It wasn’t a skill of mine, but learning the choreography back in the day was fun. A silly and very private challenge to impress my girlfriend and her friends.
My daughter returned, and gave me the perfect out. “Harabeoji is here,” Anna said, multilingually.
Xinyi had already started stretching. “Have fun like the old days,” she said. I was caught between the two of them, and there was one very obvious answer, and yet something called me to pick the bad option. My old friend had been somewhat convincing. She had taken it easy on me the last 20 months, but if anyone was going to pull me out of my slump, and with the posthumous permission of my wife, it was her.
“Go ahead, darling,” I said. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“What are you doing? Dancing?” Anna asked.
“Not with you here,” I said.
“No, please...” she started, desperate to watch.
“Your grandfather is waiting for you. Go and spend some time with him. Tell him to take you for some hot pot, and eat as much as you want. If you’re going to be an idol, your diet is not going to be under your control for much longer, so enjoy it while you can.”
“Does that mean we’re staying?” Anna asked, teeth showing in a hopeful smile.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I said, and she pouted. “I’ll see you later.”
Anna accepted defeat, and gave me a hug. Xinyi got one next. “See you soon, ayi,” Anna said, holding on tight to her surrogate auntie and struggling to let go.
“See you soon, xiǎobǎo,” Xinyi said, before we waved her off and she left to meet her grandfather in the lobby.
And then we danced.
It had been a long time and my memory was hazy, but a lot of the moves still existed somewhere deep in my mind, and we made it work. It was good fun, and knackering too. We weren’t even close to as young as we used to be. I remembered their debut track My Light the most, so we focused on that one, but she eventually had me jamming to a couple of their comeback singles.
By the time we were finished we were lying on the ground, facing the big mirror, and panting like dogs. “I was too old for this 10 years ago,” I huffed, head against the hardwood floor as the bright lights shone down on me.
Xinyi sat up and crossed her legs, fixing her hair in front of the mirror. “I have another meeting in an hour,” she said.
“Meeting in the morning, a quick dance break and then a meeting in the afternoon,” I said.
“That’s the kind of life you want to live,” Xinyi said, before lying back down beside me. I could see her chest heaving in my periphery. “Did you have fun?”
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