Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

"Is Taeyeon unnie not here? Or is she already inside?"

As Yoona stood at the door, the sound of water in the bathroom seemed like some kind of bewitching spell, making her heart beat faster and faster.

Unconsciously, her fingertips gripped the hem of her pajamas, the silky fabric crumpling in her palm.

She looked down at her bare feet, her fair toes curling slightly with nervousness, leaving shallow dents on the carpet.

I didn't hear Taeyeon's voice, only the sound of rushing water.

The sound of water suddenly grew louder, as if urging something on.

“This might be the best opportunity…” she whispered to herself, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the first button of her pajamas.

The silk fabric slipped off her shoulders, shimmering like pearls under the warm yellow light.

The pajamas fell almost silently onto the carpet, like a feather gently drifting down.

She was now standing in the center of the room wearing only a thin lace bra.

The cool air from the air conditioner brushed against my skin, sending a slight shiver through me.

Her slender figure was reflected in the mirror—a slim waist, long, white legs, and collarbones slightly flushed with nervousness.

She took a deep breath and unfastened the inner clasp.

The lace fabric slid down the curves of her body, piling up at her feet to form a soft flower.

Now she was completely free, and moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery halo over her.

Steam escaped from the crack in the bathroom door, casting a hazy band of light on the floor.

Lim Yoon-a lifted her foot and took her first step.

She involuntarily flinched when her soles touched the cold tiles.

The sound of water suddenly stopped.

"Who is it?" Lin Yuan's voice came through the frosted glass, carrying the hazy feeling unique to water vapor.

Yoona bit her lower lip, her pink nails digging into her palm.

It's not too late to back down now; she can pretend she's just come to borrow the bathroom, or simply turn around and run away.

But those movie scenes resurfaced in my mind—Lin Yuan's figure climbing in the thunderstorm, his profile illuminated by lightning, and the tired yet satisfied smile on his face when he landed.

"It's me," she finally spoke, her voice more steady than expected.

The moment her fingers touched the glass doorknob, she felt the cold touch of the metal.

Water droplets seeped through the crack in the door, wetting her fingertips.

When you push open the door, a wave of steaming heat hits you.

In the misty fog, she saw Lin Yuan turn around in surprise, water droplets rolling down his strong back muscles.

"Yoona? You..."

She didn't let him finish speaking and went straight inside.

The warm water immediately soaked her long hair, which then flowed down her neck.

Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, blurring and making the scene before her eyes appear dreamlike.

“Tonight…” her voice was drowned out by the sound of the water, “I don’t want to have any regrets.”

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The Lin Yuan residence was quiet late at night, with only the guest room at the end of the corridor still lit up with a dim yellow light.

In the guest room where Hwang Mi-young was staying, Kim Tae-yeon and Hwang Mi-young squeezed onto a single bed, embracing each other under a thin silk quilt.

Hwang Mi-young's long legs were unconsciously draped over Kim Tae-yeon's waist, her toes occasionally brushing against the hem of her pajamas.

"Taeyeon, don't move around..." Tiffany complained softly, burying her face in Taeyeon's long hair.

Taeyeon's freshly washed blonde hair, exuding a faint jasmine scent, spread out on the pillow.

Kim Tae-yeon reached out and brushed the strands of hair clinging to Hwang Mi-young's cheek, her fingertips gently tracing her flushed earlobe: "Tiffany (Hwang Mi-young's nickname), just now in the screening room..."

She paused, then lowered her voice even further: "I saw it all..."

Huang Meiying's body stiffened visibly for a moment, then she shrank back into the blankets like a frightened little rabbit.

"I didn't do anything!" she hurriedly defended herself, her face flushing red in the darkness.

Kim Tae-yeon's hand slid down Hwang Mi-young's leg, which was draped over her waist, all the way to her ankle.

“I saw it all.” Kim Tae-yeon’s thumb rubbed the pale blue veins on the instep of her foot. “In the movie theater, Lin Yuan grabbed your foot.”

Hearing this, Huang Meiying breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she would bring up the incident of sitting on Lin Yuan's face.

Mentioning this, Huang Meiying recalled how she had clamped Lin Yuan's head between her legs, and how his face was pressed against hers...

In order not to be controlled by Taeyeon, Tiffany went into counter-attack mode.

"Are you jealous?" She deliberately used her toes to hook onto Kim Tae-yeon's nightgown. "Didn't Lin Yuan just grab your foot? His palms were so warm."

As she spoke, Huang Meiying happily kicked her calves, and the silk quilt slipped off with her movements, instantly exposing large areas of her skin to the cool air.

Her long legs naturally rested on Kim Tae-yeon's knees, her toes playfully rubbing against the other's calves.

Taeyeon: "???"

What answer is this?
Why does this feel so strange?!
You actually turned around and flirted with me?
Realizing she'd been tricked, Taeyeon decided to implement the dormitory dispute resolution mechanism: a fight!
Of course, this dispute resolution mechanism was decided unilaterally by Kim Tae-yeon; Hwang Mi-young never agreed to it.

Kim Tae-yeon suddenly rolled over and pinned her down, her knees digging into the soft bedding to firmly press Hwang Mi-young down.

"Don't give me that!" She reached out and pinched Huang Meiying's soft waist. "It's clearly different! I was passive, while you actively extended your foot!"

"Ah!" Huang Meiying exclaimed, arching her back as the straps of her silk nightgown slipped off her shoulders.

The two quickly wrestled together, the thin blanket slipped to the ground, revealing four fair and slender legs kicking wildly in the air.

Tiffany's nightgown was rolled up to her thighs, and two buttons on Tae-yeon's pajamas were ripped open, revealing her delicate collarbone.

As they entangled, their porcelain-white skin brushed against each other's equally bare legs.

"No...don't grab my waist!" she gasped, her fingers digging into Kim Tae-yeon's loose collar.

Hwang Mi-young, who is most ticklish around the waist, becomes powerless and can only be firmly suppressed whenever Kim Tae-yeon uses this move.

After resisting for a long time to no avail, Huang Meiying could only raise her hands in surrender: "I admit defeat! I will answer whatever you want to ask truthfully."

With Huang Meiying's surrender, the commotion finally subsided. She lay on her back, calming her breathing, with faint red finger marks still visible on her collarbone.

Kim Tae-yeon propped her head up on her hand, casually tracing the pattern on the corner of the blanket with her other hand. "So... you're serious about this? Do you want to go all the way?"

The air suddenly became so quiet that you could hear the acorns falling to the ground outside the window.

Huang Meiying buried her face in the fluffy down pillow, her exposed ear tips were bright red.

Is it really necessary to ask such a direct question?
We're Girls' Generation, how come we look like street thugs?

But when I think of Taeyeon's nickname "Perverted Taeyeon," everything seems so reasonable.

"Look at the way you're looking at me. You seem to be thinking something impolite." Kim Tae-yeon knew her best friend and roommate all too well: "I'll be direct so you can't avoid the issue. Do you think beating around the bush will change the essence of the matter?"

Huang Meiying hesitated for a moment: "Of course I want to! That's Lin Yuan! Even if it's just for one night, I can cherish it for a lifetime."

And what about you? Have you taken the final step?
I don't believe you and Yoona didn't make it to the end. Tell me the truth!

The two of them had discussed this topic before leaving the restaurant and arriving at the private cinema.

At that time, Taeyeon was referring to herself and Yoona, and neither of them had broken through to a relationship with Lin Yuan.

But now Hwang Mi-young no longer believes this claim.

Whether it was their uninhibited actions under the table or Lin Yuan's overly familiar behavior in the movie theater.

This all demonstrates that their relationship with Lin Yuan had long since reached the level of intimacy between lovers.

Faced with Hwang Mi-young's question, it was now Kim Tae-yeon's turn to be stunned.

"..." How should I answer that?

Hwang Mi-young caught herself in the act of "intimate" interaction with Lin Yuan under the table.

Now, doubts have completely resurfaced. More importantly, Kim Tae-yeon had long been prepared to break the ice, but she just hadn't taken the final step.

I can't just say I'm a coward who's stuck at the last step and hasn't made any progress, can I?

So she forced herself to say, "I wasn't telling the truth just now; it actually happened."

As soon as she uttered those words, Kim Tae-yeon immediately felt her face temperature rise sharply.

"Then...it must feel great, right?" As she asked this question, Hwang Mi-young felt her face was so red it could fry an egg.

What she didn't notice was that Taeyeon, sitting opposite her, was also blushing bright red.

"That's fine, what else can we do..."

Kim Tae-yeon realized she couldn't dwell on this issue any longer, otherwise it would become increasingly difficult to answer.

So she immediately changed the subject, which was also the reason why she had come to Huang Meiying's room tonight.

Kim Tae-yeon released her grip on Hwang Mi-young and rolled over onto her back.

She gazed at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, her voice suddenly turning serious: "I don't object to you liking him."

But for Tiffany, now is truly the most crucial moment.

We've waited so many years, and we're finally about to debut..."

"Of course I know! I also know what you want to tell me." Hwang Mi-young suddenly leaned in and hugged Taeyeon:
"I won't let personal feelings affect the group! The nine of us have practiced together for so long..."

Huang Meiying's body trembled slightly, clearly indicating that she was quite excited.

This is not only Taeyeon's dream, nor just her own dream, but the dream of all nine of them.

At this moment, no one will abandon their teammates.

Kim Tae-yeon turned around again, hugged her, and gently patted her back, feeling Hwang Mi-young's slightly trembling body in her arms.

She knew Hwang Mi-young too well; this seemingly cheerful girl was actually more sensitive and vulnerable than anyone else.

“Fool,” she said softly, “I’m not doubting you.”

The two embraced like that until Hwang Mi-young's breathing gradually calmed down.

Kim Tae-yeon carefully moved aside and looked at Hwang Mi-young, who was already asleep.

Under the moonlight, Huang Meiying curled up facing the window, her breathing even and long, with a snow-white arm hanging over the edge of the bed.

Her long eyelashes cast subtle shadows on her face, and a faint smile played at the corners of her lips.

Kim Tae-yeon gently lifted the covers and tiptoed out of bed.

She landed on tiptoe, her white feet making no sound as they touched the soft carpet.

Kim Tae-yeon glanced back at the sleeping Hwang Mi-young and gently closed the door.

Behind her, Hwang Mi-young, who had just been fast asleep, suddenly opened her eyes...

Unaware of what was happening behind her, Kim Tae-yeon walked alone down the quiet corridor, her soft slippers making no sound as she stepped on the carpet.

Moonlight streamed through the stained-glass window at the end of the corridor, casting dappled shadows on her and making her shadow long.

The journey back to her room was short, but instead of heading in that direction, Kim Tae-yeon's feet involuntarily led her to the second floor.

My heart was pounding in my ears, and my palms were slightly warm.

"I can't wait any longer. If I really miss this opportunity, I'll regret it for the rest of my life," Kim Tae-yeon encouraged herself.

She took a deep breath and stood in front of Lin Yuan's door, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Finally, she made up her mind and pushed open the door with all her might—

The sight before her made her freeze in place.

Clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor: a silk robe, lace lingerie, and a familiar bow headband—the one Yoona wore today.

Kim Tae-yeon's breath hitched, and a sound suddenly came to her ears.

She subconsciously took a few steps forward. The bedroom door was half-open, and the sounds of panting and suppressed sobs could be clearly heard.

"...Who is it?" Lin Yuan's voice carried a hint of alertness.

The noise in the room suddenly stopped.

The three of them locked eyes...

The next second, Yoona's voice, trembling with tears, came through: "Taeyeon unnie... help, help me..."

It's not about saving me, it's about helping me!

Kim Tae-yeon's fingertips dug into her palms, her chest heaving violently.

She gritted her teeth, pushed open the bedroom door, and went inside...

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After an unknown amount of time, the door was gently pushed open again.

Hwang Mi-young stood barefoot in the doorway, the strap of her nightgown slipping down to reveal her rounded shoulders.

She stared at the scene before her, blinked, and was momentarily stunned:

Should I come or not?

"Panie, come quick and help..."

"Pani, don't go, come quick..."

Hwang Mi-young knew it might be a bad experience, but she still went inside.

The moonlight was still gentle, and this night was just beginning.

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At seven o'clock in the morning, when Lin Yuan pushed open the carved wooden door of the restaurant, the outside was shrouded in a light mist.

Three girls stood beside him—Kim Tae-yeon walked in front, her black turtleneck sweater completely covering her chin.

Hwang Mi-young supported Lim Yoon-a's waist, and the two of them subtly kept their steps in sync, as if to cover up some inconvenience.

“Young people are great, there’s no such thing as being unable to get back up.” Lin Yuan pulled out a pear wood dining chair, deliberately emphasizing the word “young.”

Kim Tae-yeon immediately kicked him under the table, but the movement was so big that she gasped for breath, causing Hwang Mi-young to burst out laughing.

Aside from walking a little awkwardly, there was nothing else wrong for the time being, but the three women still set alarms and got up early to go to the restaurant first.

Breakfast was ready, and steam from the Chinese-style porridge pot was rising gently from the clay pot.

As Yoona lifted the blue-and-white porcelain lid, the sweet aroma of eight-treasure porridge mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus honey wafted out.

"Wow..." Her slender, pale fingertips hovered above the dazzling array of breakfast items. "Shrimp dumplings, barbecued pork buns, scallion pancakes..."

Her eyes lit up with each new dish she saw.

"You must be tired from last night, have some breakfast to replenish your energy," Lin Yuan said with a smile.

These words earned him three more light kicks under the table.

It wasn't done with any effort; it was simply an expression of dissatisfaction.

"Korean breakfast only consists of kimchi and rice," Kim Tae-yeon muttered to herself, but couldn't resist picking up a jade shumai.

The paper-thin dough trembled on her chopsticks, revealing the tender green shepherd's purse filling inside.

Huang Meiying was already squinting as she drank from the bowl of soy milk—it was freshly ground with a stone mill, and there were still fine pieces of soy pulp at the bottom of the bowl.

When Lee Soo-man and the remaining six members arrived at the restaurant one after another, a strange feeling suddenly arose:
How come after only a few hours, they suddenly seem to be working together, and we're the ones who stand out? (End of Chapter)