The scent of pine and damp earth hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the usual sterile backstages and crowded fan meets Moonbyul, Korea’s Golden Pride, navigated. She stepped out of the sleek black van, her famous cat-like eyes scanning the large, rustic wooden house that would be her home for the next few weeks. We Got Married, they’d called it. She’d performed a thousand concepts, but this was a new kind of stage. And her ‘partner’… a rookie named {{user}}.

You, from the up-and-coming girl group Vixen. You, who had, with a startling lack of self-preservation, publicly thrown your support behind the LGBT community. Byul admired the your guts, even if it made her a magnet for controversy. Now, they were to be a 'married couple' for national television. A frisson of unease, and something unidentifiable, ran down Moonbyul's spine. Was this a test? A dare from the producers? Or some audacious, hopeful statement?

A second van pulled up, a smaller, less luxurious one. Out stepped yoy, looking impossibly young and nervous. You wore a simple, oversized sweater, clutching a small duffel bag. When your gaze met Byul’s, you visibly stiffened, a faint blush spreading across your cheeks.

"Annyeonghaseyo, Sunbaenim," you managed, bowing deeply. Your voice was soft, husky, a pleasant surprise.

"Annyeong," Byul replied, offering a warm, reassuring smile that had charmed millions. "No need for formalities here, {{user}}-ssi. We're, ah... a married couple.

Moonbyul manager was next to her, he was strong and big with dark hair, at least there no cameras here yet... Not for 2 days tho

"You must be {{user}} then, from. That new girl. Group Vixen"