Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 620 How Proactive Can a Woman Be When Facing Someone She Likes? (6.6k views)

As IVE's performance of "LOVE DIVE" came to a close amidst the final music and screams, the curtain fell.

Backstage, Kwon Hyun-hyuk had already been precisely led by the assistant PD to the left side of the stage, a specific, completely dark waiting area. The director's clear and calm countdown came through his earpiece: "3...2...1..."

The stadium lights dimmed instantly as the last note ended, leaving only the flickering lights of cheering sticks and the red dots of cameras in the darkness.

Just as the countdown reached "1", the stage lights on the side where Kwon Heonhyuk was standing turned on, creating a perfect transition for the camera.

The camera clearly presented him on the entire stage and in front of the camera, and the signal was broadcast to fans watching the live stream.

If it's really going to generate any buzz or entertainment value, it'll have to wait until the show ends and all the marketing accounts have finished reposting it before it really explodes, since not many people are watching the live stream the whole time.

When the audience recognized who it was, they erupted in cheers and shouts, waving their light sticks.

"Ah!!! It's Kwon Hyun-hyuk!"

"Oppa!!!"

Kwon Heonhyuk responded to the audience's enthusiasm with a perfectly professional smile and a slight nod.

The on-site director quickly directed the camera to move forward via headset, ensuring a clear close-up of his face.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk stopped, his gaze sweeping over the enthusiastic audience in front of him, and then he raised the microphone in his hand.

“MC.” (Chenionnensepesh MC, Kwon Hyun-hyuk one meter away)

As his brief self-introduction ended, cheers erupted from the audience.

"!" (Yoro-boom!)

everyone.

“.” (Qigen Butsao Gai Halle Atiston)

The next artist I'll introduce...

“Knunnenggehaguarengdawenensegromanensalangbalbanenne (medicine plus)aidierzhaomeiyanxi!”

She is (G)I-DLE's Cho Mi-yeon, who is loved by many for her clear and beautiful voice!

On stage, Kwon Hyun-hyuk spoke fluently in front of the camera. Although he hadn't been an MC for a long time, reciting lines in front of the camera was naturally not difficult for him.

As Kwon Hyun-hyuk introduced her, Cho Mi-yeon walked up from the side stage to his side.

The camera then switched to Zhao Meiyan, who was dressed up and looked exquisite and glamorous.

Fans in the audience were whispering among themselves.

"Isn't this host position only for Zhao Meiyan?"

"Really? The two of them have a very good relationship. They did this entirely out of loyalty."

"Qinjia, Qinjia's loyalty?"

"Ah, I'm so envious."

Zhao Meiyan walked forward with her signature sweet smile, stood next to Quan Xuanhe, and bowed slightly to the audience. She was wearing a sparkling stage costume and her makeup was exquisite, but those who knew her could catch a hint of nervousness deep in her eyes.

This was her first stage performance in her solo career, and also the first time she conducted a solo interview.

The microphone was handed between the two, and the live stream camera was sharply focused on them.

"How are you feeling right now, Miyeon-ssi, as this is your first solo stage performance?"

Kwon Hyun-hyuk asked questions according to the script, naturally leading the conversation to Cho Mi-yeon.

The two people in front of the camera were naturally very professional and did not show anything unusual.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Meiyan's face lit up with a smile that was both excited and a little shy.

"Ah, the idea of ​​debuting solo still feels a bit unreal. Even though I've practiced a lot, I still feel a new kind of nervousness when I stand in front of the stage."

Her voice came through the microphone, carrying her usual gentle quality, but you could subtly hear a tension in her trying to keep it steady.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk nodded slightly, then took the lead in the conversation as the host: "Ah, I completely understand that feeling of nervousness."

He then shifted the focus, beginning to execute the core part of the script and introducing Zhao Meiyan's new song.

"Many people are looking forward to Miyeon's solo song 'Drive'."

What kind of song is this?

"If there are any particularly difficult parts to prepare for the stage, I would love to hear about them."

When Zhao Meiyan talked about her work, she became much more natural, which was of course due to prior practice.

"Drive is a song that's...like taking a comfortable drive, lighthearted yet emotionally resonant. I put a lot of effort into the emotional expression and stage presence during preparation. (laughs)"

She could feel herself gradually getting into the zone, and her mood had calmed down considerably.

"Oh, is that so?"

"I wonder if I can come along when we go for a drive. I'm really looking forward to this scene."

Huh?
Zhao Meiyan was maintaining a professional smile, looking at the camera with enthusiasm and generosity, when she suddenly heard Quan Xuanhe interrupt her.

However, the microphone was already automatically raised to his mouth, and the live stream wouldn't be interrupted.

Zhao Meiyan suddenly became somewhat flustered, clearly not expecting him to improvise so freely, and even asking a rhetorical question.

"Ah, if there's a chance, it should be possible, right?"

It can't freeze or crash!

So she stammered and awkwardly took over the conversation, blushing slightly with nervousness.

"Ah, if there's a chance."

Quan Xuanhe repeated it without changing his expression, then naturally took over the conversation, continuing along with the script.

"So, let's all look forward to Miyeon's Drive now?"

Zhao Meiyan, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer.

Why do my partners always launch surprise attacks, giving us no chance to prepare?

Zhao Meiyan was still reflecting on how well her words had been received when she couldn't help but lower her head in the corner of the camera, trying to suppress the embarrassment on her face.

"I hope it will be a pleasant trip. Go, Miyeon!"

Kwon Heonhyuk was still hosting fluently at this point, and he finished reading his last lines without any major incident.

As the camera zoomed in on her, Zhao Meiyan immediately smiled brightly and nodded vigorously at the camera and at Quan Xuanhe.

The camera cuts, the interview ends, and the next group's stage performance officially begins.

Zhao Meiyan's perfect smile vanished. She suddenly turned to the side, her fingertips digging hard into the soft flesh on Quan Xuanhe's inner arm, her nails sinking into the fabric of his suit.

"Oh, Xuanhe!"

Zhao Meiyan stared wide-eyed, expressing her anger at his impromptu behavior without prior notice.

Quan Xuanhe hissed as she pinched him, but his grin widened even further.

"Opportunities are something you have to fight for."

"Your manager's face turned green in the audience, how funny."

Her cheeks puffed out, a mixture of lingering fear and embarrassment at being teased. "I almost... I almost got stuck!"

"Our Miyeon's on-the-spot reaction is perfect! Male fans in the audience? Calm down, calm down, everyone is cheering for you."

Without a microphone, the fans in the audience couldn't hear them, so Kwon Heonhyuk led Jo Miyeon off the stage first to avoid being caught by fans doing something inappropriate.

"Wow, that just caught me completely off guard."

As the two were talking in hushed tones, the stage behind them went dark, and a staff member made a hurried gesture, indicating that Zhao Meiyan should go backstage.

Quan Xuanhe gently patted her back, his palm feeling her slight tension quickly tighten.

That's the sign that the professional combat mode that must be maintained in front of the camera is instantly activated.

"Okay, let's go."

"We'll be performing on stage soon."

Zhao Meiyan nodded slightly, her earlier emotions instantly suppressed deep within her eyes.

She glanced at Quan Xuanhe one last time, her eyes filled with a coquettish "I'll settle the score with you later" look.

"I'm leaving!"

Without another word, Zhao Meiyan turned around quickly, her steps light and swift, her high heels making a crisp, light sound on the backstage floor.

Suppressed excitement and expectant whispers emanated from the audience; the aftershocks of the minor "accident" on stage still seemed to linger in the air.

The brief silence was stretched out indefinitely.

A cool spotlight focused on Zhao Meiyan, whose figure stood gracefully.

She turned to face the audience, her head slightly lowered, her thick eyelashes casting a delicate shadow in the cool white light, making her exquisite jawline even more defined.

When did Zhao Meiyan's popularity grow so rapidly, and how did she become comparable to other famous beauties in terms of popularity?

The answer is that after Tomboy's comeback, Gidle's popularity soared, and as the actual visual center, Zhao Meiyan naturally became comparable to the likes of Zhang Yuanying, Xueyun, Liu Jimin, and Shin Youna.

After all, rankings based on appearance still need to be supported by popularity.

In reality, there's nothing wrong with Zhao Meiyan being ranked among them based solely on her appearance, but in terms of both her debut and actual age, she's actually a few years older than the others mentioned above, so it feels somewhat incongruous.

In fact, if she were to be ranked by age, she would be placed among the fourth generation of singers like Bae Joo-hyun, Chou Tzu-yu, and Kim Ji-soo.

The next second, Zhao Meiyan turned around, facing the audience directly. Her clear and textured voice resonated throughout the studio through the microphone:

"... "

On stage, Zhao Meiyan was focused on her performance, while Quan Xuanhe was preoccupied with other things.

Now that Yoo Jimin has joined the fray, Chou Tzu-yu will return to Seoul after her performance at Tokyo Dome in the next couple of days.

The situation is quite complicated.

but
Quan Xuanhe looked towards the stage.

Zhao Meiyan and the others will be extremely busy for a while because of Tomboy's sudden popularity, which is somewhat good news.

We can't just hastily start a chaotic mess like this.

If things really get out of hand, it won't end well.

A few minutes passed quickly, and Zhao Meiyan's stage performance came to an end.

The stage lights dimmed as Zhao Meiyan made her final, perfect pose, and the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk turned and walked towards the backstage control room.

The control room and broadcast area remained busy, with various instructions and walkie-talkie voices intertwined.

The assistant PD immediately came to greet him, with a relaxed and approving smile on his face.

"Xuanhe-xi, the effect was excellent! The director reported that although the interaction between you and Meiyan-xi was a bit improvised, the live broadcast was surprisingly successful, and the audience's response was very enthusiastic!"

She quickly gave her report, and it was clear that the little mishap on stage had become the highlight.

They didn't even mention the previous instructions not to go beyond the script; it's a privilege reserved for big stars.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk nodded and asked, "Where's PD Shin?"

"Inside the control room," the assistant PD pointed inside.

Quan Xuanhe walked straight into the control room.

PD Shin Dong-ho was standing in front of the control panel, his eyes fixed on several monitor screens, which were replaying the interview segment and the beginning of Cho Mi-yeon's stage performance.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw that it was Quan Xuanhe. His chubby face immediately lit up with a smile, and his eyes almost squinted into slits.

"Xuanhe-xi! You've worked hard." Shen Donghao extended his hand warmly, and Quan Xuanhe naturally shook hands with him.

"The ratings jumped a little just now, and the buzz surrounding it is definitely off the charts."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk smiled, his tone perfectly humble. "It's mainly because the stage preparations for Miyeon were excellent, and the audience was very supportive. I improvised a little, and I hope it didn't cause you any trouble, PD."

"Trouble? How could it be trouble!" Shen Donghao waved his hands repeatedly, his tone certain.

"It didn't exceed our expected safety range at all, and the effect was outstanding! Now the production team is praising how well this part was designed."

He patted Kwon Hyun-hyuk on the shoulder.

Quan Xuanhe just smiled and remained silent, no matter what the person was saying.

He leaned a little closer and lowered his voice: "This matter has come to a successful conclusion. It was a pleasure working with you, Xuanhe! I'll have to treat you to some good liquor another day to reward you properly."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk understood immediately that PD Shin believed the arrangement would achieve or even exceed expectations.

He nodded. "You're too kind. Let's have a nice drink next time we meet."

"It's settled then!" Shin Dong-ho patted Kwon Hyun-hyuk's arm happily again.

"I still need to keep an eye on things a little longer to finish up. You should go and get some rest. Thank you so much for your hard work today."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk nodded slightly in acknowledgment, ending his brief but pleasant conversation with PD Shin. He then turned and walked towards his waiting room.

Back in the waiting room, Quan Xuanhe prepared to pack his things and leave after get off work.

He has already returned to the "Night Owl" crew to work on filming, and the high-intensity shooting has not stopped at all.

The time he didn't film was filled by other actors, but this is a male-centric drama after all, and he has most of the screen time.

Since returning, apart from attending the press conference for "Our Blues", I have spent the rest of my time filming on set.

And sure enough, after a while, "Dark Glory" is preparing to sign another contract to join the production team.

The door to the waiting room was gently pushed open a crack, and Zhao Meiyan's small face, still smudged with stage makeup and slightly flushed, peeked in, shimmering under the bright lights of the waiting room.

Her gorgeous stage costume made her radiant, truly like a princess.

"Xuanhe..." she called softly, her voice slightly hoarse from backstage.

Quan Xuanhe was sitting on the sofa in the waiting room, resting with his eyes closed. Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes, his deep gaze falling on the beautiful face in the doorway. He glanced behind Zhao Meiyan.

There was no one there; she came alone.

"come in."

Like a rabbit that had received permission, Zhao Meiyan immediately slipped in sideways and closed the door behind her.

"Go to the convenience store and buy some food first, use my card."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk casually took out his card and gave it to his assistant, telling her to take the other staff out.

Create private space for the two of them.

Upon hearing this, the assistant nodded and led the makeup artist and stylist out of the waiting room.

In an instant, only the two of them remained in the huge waiting room.

The air suddenly became extremely quiet, with only Zhao Meiyan's still rapid breathing from the recent performance and the soft rustling of her stage costume.

"How could you do this!"

Zhao Meiyan didn't come over; she just stood at the door, hands on her hips, glaring at him angrily. The professional idol demeanor she had on stage had vanished, leaving only a coquettish complaint directed at someone close to her.

"I was so scared on stage just now! They suddenly said something about going for a drive... my heart was about to jump out of my chest!" She patted her full chest, which rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

Quan Xuanhe looked at her lively expression and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't explain immediately, but simply beckoned to her, his deep voice particularly clear in the quiet space: "Come here."

Looking into his deep eyes, Zhao Meiyan's slight annoyance deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon.

What I just called an angry rant was actually just a random excuse to lighten the mood.

If Kwon Seonhyuk really wanted to do something to her.
So she had no choice but to accept and understand.

Her feet had already moved on their own, and she stopped in front of the sofa where Kwon Seonhyuk was sitting.

The hem of his stage costume brushed against his trouser leg, making a soft rustling sound.

"What if I don't respond? How embarrassing..."

She was still muttering to herself, but her eyes were darting towards his reaction.

Quan Xuanhe leaned back slightly in his chair, raised one arm, and naturally wrapped it around her slender waist, applying a little force.

Caught off guard, Zhao Meiyan let out a soft gasp, "Ah!", and instantly lost her balance.

The next second, she was already sitting on his lap.

Initially, shyness did indeed prevail.

After all, the two hadn't had any intimate contact for quite some time, and now that Quan Xuanhe was suddenly acting this way towards her, it really made her a little shy.

But then I thought, this is my boyfriend, so what's there to be shy about?

It's because I haven't applied any patches for too long.

Zhao Meiyan gently bit her lower lip, and the tip of her delicate nose wrinkled slightly with shyness, adding to her lively and adorable appearance.

For a fleeting moment, her body even tensed up instinctively, a conditioned reflex of shyness.

However, this shyness came quickly, and was quickly overwhelmed by another, more intense emotion.

After the initial shyness receded like the tide, a more turbulent emotion, briefly buried deep within my heart, surged forth.

The longing for a long-awaited reunion, the cherishing of this time alone, and the expectation quietly ignited by his unexpected actions.

Like a flame that has been ignited, it suddenly leaped up with a "poof," enveloping and melting away that bit of shyness.

She did not try to break free.

Instead, there was an eager and impatient response.

Her tense body lines subtly relaxed, no longer stiff, and she slightly adjusted her posture.

Zhao Meiyan nestled more comfortably and securely in his arms, her soft curves almost entirely pressed against his hard chest.

Her large, bright eyes, still glistening with the emotions of the stage, met Kwon Hyun-hyuk's gaze without flinching.

The shyness in her eyes was no longer pure; instead, a bright, undisguised flame flickered within them.

Zhao Meiyan was far more sincere than he had imagined.

"What's going on? So sudden..."

She finally spoke, her voice carrying a hint of soft reproach, more like a coquettish complaint.

The blush on her face hadn't faded, but her eyes were already surprisingly bright, fixed intently on him.

The hand on his shoulder, which might have symbolically pushed him away, now unconsciously and with a sense of dependence, gently gripped the fabric of his shoulder, its knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Her rapid heartbeat, pounding against Quan Xuanhe through the thin fabric of her clothes, seemed to simultaneously convey the undisguised fervor surging within her at that moment.

"It's been so long, I've missed you."

Quan Xuanhe remained expressionless and said the words with a smile.

We can't show favoritism. Zhao Meiyan was able to say such magnanimous things before. Isn't that just a blatant display of the strong wife spirit?
Regardless of the actual situation, who wouldn't be moved by such an inclusive attitude?

"qinjia?"

Her voice trembled slightly, a tremor she herself didn't even realize, more like an unconscious response triggered by a stirring of her soul.

On her fair cheeks, even the stage makeup couldn't suppress the rapidly rising blush that spread all the way to her delicate earlobes.

Like a newly blossoming rose, pink and white, tender and delicate.

However, this shyness was merely a thin veil.

Almost the instant Quan Xuanhe finished speaking, the burning passion that Zhao Meiyan possessed, which was unique to her and no less than anyone else's, found an outlet like a long-suppressed volcano.

Instead of answering, she suddenly tightened her arms around Kwon Hyun-hyuk's neck, her slender arms carrying an irresistible force, pulling him even closer.

How proactive can a woman be when facing a man she likes?

She slightly raised her chin, and her pink lips, without hesitation, pressed passionately against Quan Xuanhe's lips.

This was not a fleeting kiss, but a declaration of long-held longing and yearning.

The standby room seemed to be instantly isolated from the outside world.

The faint drumbeats remaining on the stage in the distance became a blurry background sound.

Zhao Meiyan closed her eyes, completely immersed in this belated intimacy.

After the deep kiss, only their slightly rapid breathing remained in the waiting room.

Zhao Meiyan nestled in Quan Xuanhe's arms, her cheek pressed against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and his warm body temperature through the thin material.

Even her glamorous makeup on stage couldn't hide the intoxicating blush on her cheeks.

One second she's radiant on stage, the next she's all sweet and gentle.

Isn't this the meaning of idol worship?

Kwon Hyun-hyuk's hand lingered on her slender waist, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the beautiful curves outlined by her stage costume.

The tranquil atmosphere was filled with an unspoken ambiguity and sweetness.

However, this tranquility was soon broken by the faint footsteps and indistinct conversations coming from outside the door.

Zhao Meiyan was jolted awake from her trance almost immediately.

"Oh... he's coming back!" she exclaimed softly, as if she had been burned, and hurriedly stood up from Quan Xuanhe's lap, her movements showing obvious haste and reluctance.

"Why are you back so soon?"

Zhao Meiyan felt a little strange when she stood up, and muttered to herself.

"Is it possible that the kiss lasted too long?"

Looking at her flustered yet adorable appearance, Quan Xuanhe couldn't help but curl a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Meiyan raised her eyes and glared at him. Her gaze was less of a reproach and more of a shy, coquettish look, full of tears and the radiance of being pampered.

She grabbed Kwon Seonhyuk's hand that was fixing her hair and squeezed it tightly; his fingertips were burning hot.

"Okay... I'm really leaving."

Her voice softened, filled with deep affection.

The door was pushed open, and Kwon Hyun-hyuk's assistant poked his head in: "Hyun-hyuk-ssi, everything's ready, shouldn't we...?"

The assistant paused when he saw the two people standing and sitting in the waiting room. His gaze swept over Zhao Meiyan's flushed face before he looked away knowingly, tactfully saying nothing more. "Ah, Meiyan-ssi is here too? Sorry to bother you."

It wasn't that she was being inconsiderate, but rather that Quan Xuanhe was genuinely busy and couldn't afford to waste any time.

"Aniyo".

Zhao Meiyan immediately put on a forced, calm smile, a smile that already wore the mask of an artist, but a hint of spring seemed to still linger in the corners of her eyes and brows.

"I was just about to go back to my clothes."

Her body turned slightly towards Quan Xuanhe, but her eyes remained fixed on him, revealing a thousand unspoken words that only he could understand.

"Bye-Bye."

The assistant was waiting at the door. Zhao Meiyan couldn't linger any longer and simply walked away.

It had barely gotten going when it was forced to stop.

Quan Xuanhe stood still, his gaze lingering on the empty doorway.

The air still seemed to hold the faint fragrance of her hair, and the lingering warmth of her passionate yet reluctant farewell.

"Let's go."

He looked away, picked up his suit jacket from the sofa, and casually draped it over his arm.

(End of this chapter)