Stereo Love 2
Title: Stereo Love
Pairings: T.O.P. (Choi Seung-hyun)/G-Dragon (Kwon Ji Yong), Daesung x Seungri (Lee Seung-hyun), Tae-yang (Dong Yong Bae) x Henry Lau
Characters: BigBang, Super Junior, SHINee, random made up Koreans
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: Hyun (T.O.P.) and Ji go to the CD signing. After a couple of hours, they go to Jonghyun’s party. There they meet up with Yong Bae, as well as the members of SuJu and SHINee. Booze, strobe lights, loud music- all the essentials for an exciting celebration. But throw in Hyun and Ji, and it might not turn out the way one expects. Especially if Ji keeps denying their love.
G-Dragon POV
I hugged Iseul fondly, then pecked her on the cheek. It had been ages since I had seen her. lseul had been my friend since we were in diapers. At one point, we had tried to be more than friends, but had failed terribly. So we were just friends now. I noticed that Iseul held her body in a partially-seductive way.
“Hey, ‘Seul?” I asked her, curious. “What’s with your posture?” She blushed and looked down.
“Um...I kinda wanted to attract your friend, Seung-hyun,” she answered. We never had kept secrets from each other, and there was no point in starting now. Jealousy pricked at me, though I had no idea why.
“Oh,” I said curtly, “let me go find him for you then.” Iseul noted the change in my voice and cocked her head to one side. Then she grinned, showing off her straight, white teeth.
“Ooohhh, Ji, do you like him?” she asked me. “Like, like like him? ‘Cause if you do, I’ll back off. I mean, I can always find someone else. Given, not as rich and famous, but someone else nonetheless.”
“I do not like him!” I cried. Hyun’s agent, Kyung-hun, looked up from near the door. I lowered my voice. “I just know that I am not going to let some hanky-panky relationship get in the way of our work.” Iseul raised her eyebrows disbelievingly. “I swear,” I added. “Go talk to Hyun.”
“Okay. Fine. I’ll go talk to him.” She turned and scanned the stage for any sign of him. There was none. “But I can’t find him. He’ll probably be on the band bus by now. So that means that you can talk to him.” I grumbled, knowing that she still thought that I liked Hyun.
Me and Seung-hyun together? The very idea of it made me want to burst out laughing, but there was some part of me that agreed with Iseul. You do like him, it whispered. Not just like, though, you love him. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of these thoughts as if they were spiders crawling up my face. I knew for a fact that I was not gay. I mean, last week, I had had sex- and enjoyed it- with Hyun-Jae, a girl I had met while working on Oh Yeah. I don’t even remember how it had happened, did she make a move on me?
God, what was wrong with me? Thoughts of Seung-hyun filled my brain, my heart, my soul. He was like a drug that swept through my senses, leaving them polluted. His black hair that fell into his deep, chocolate eyes, his hard biceps, callused palms, and tall, muscular frame was all I could think about. Not to mention his humorous, quiet personality, and his mischievous actions. Hyun seemed like everything I had ever been looking for. But I couldn’t be in love with him! Could I?
* * *T.O.P. POV
I snuggled into the plushy headrest of the seat and let my eyes drift closed. It had been a long day so far, and there was more to come- the CD signing in Seoul, as well as Jonghyun’s party later tonight. I needed my rest. Just as I was about to fall asleep, a familiar scent infiltrated my nose. Its muskiness could make it only one person- the person who I didn’t want to see right now. Ji Yong.
“Hey hyung! Tired already?” I opened my eyes and stared at Ji Yong. I was actually quite upset with him. “Okay, I see that you’re not exactly in the best mood,” he stated the obvious, “so I’ll leave you alone.” As strangely as my anger came, it disappeared. I didn’t want him to leave me alone.
“No, I'm fine,” I said a bit too quickly. I realized that Ji was still standing. “You can sit here, next to me, if you want.” He took a seat. “Can we talk?” I asked. Suddenly, Ji Yong looked wary.
“What about?” he asked. His guard was clearly up.
“Who were you talking to, um, you know, after rehearsal?” I asked. I was determined to find out what made this girl, Iseul, so appealing.
“Oh, nobody special. Just Iseul. We were friends since we were babies,” he replied.
“Okay. Uh, is there anything going on between the two of you?” I pondered.
He sighed. “No, there is nothing ‘going on’ between us. In college, we tried to step up as lovers, but it didn’t work out. So Iseul and I decided to stay friends. Why do ask?”
“No reason,” I stammered. He raised his eyebrows.
“Well, just want to let you know,” he muttered, “that she sorta has the hots for you.” Ji Yong looked at his feet.
“Oh. Well, that’s. . .nice,” I commented.
“Hey, hyung?” he asked. Hyung. My heart sank. He called me brother. He didn’t love me. It was so obvious. God, I was such an idiot!
“Yes, Yong-ah?” I used my pet nickname for him.
“Do you know what love feels like?”
“Yes. I do, in fact,” I told him. I knew too much about love, even though I had only realized that I had been feeling it in the past five hours. It ruled your heart and your mind, and would consume you at random times. It would chew you up and refuse to spit you out, until your heart was broken. And then it left you in a worse condition.
“Who do you love, Hyun?” Ji Yong asked quietly.
“No one expected,” I replied. “Let’s leave it at that.”
“Oh, well, they must be lucky,” he murmured. I barely heard him, and when I did, I was sure that I had heard wrong.
“Huh? What?”
Ji seemed to come out of a trance. Becoming his usual exuberant self, he replied brightly, “Oh, nothing! Nothing at all!” But behind the smile, behind the facade that his eyes put up, I saw a gut-wrenching sadness. I knew somehow that I had caused it. I felt like kicking myself.
“Something wrong?” I inquired, concerned for Ji’s emotional health.
“No, nothing. I’m fine, Seung-hyun.” His tone was irritated, and I was surprised that he had used my full name. He never did. I turned my head so that it was leaning against the window, and surrendered myself to sleep. My slumber was filled with dreams of Ji Yong and I. Our bodies were intertwined, our limbs groaning of exhaustion, us consummating our love on our wedding night. My sleep was the only oasis in a desert of pain.
* * *G-Dragon POV
I felt so depressed. Seung-hyun already loved someone. Which meant that even if I did love him, he could never love me back. I rested my head on his shoulder. Hyun was sleeping, so I could be more conspicuous about my emotions.
* * *We had just left the CD signing in Seoul city. There had been a huge line for our autographs, and I was surprised when I heard that many of our fans had camped out in tents the previous night in order to get our autographs first. I was awestruck by the devotion of people, and wondered whether love was like devotion. Fuck, I was going to start thinking like Yong Bae one day, all philosophical and brooding. Anyway, we were heading to Jonghyun’s party. He insisted on having a gigantic soiree every three months, and we were always invited.
The city of Changweon was welcoming, and Taemin had rented a club for Jonghyun in the heart of it. I grinned, thinking of celebrating. It was not very often I got to relieve my stress by partying; I usually saw a therapist and used a stress ball that had to be replaced every week.
When we pulled up to the club, I saw a long line of people kept in line by a purple velvet rope. Yong Bae should have already arrived, and Daesung and Seung had declined the invitation, insisting that they had work to do. I knew they were being lovers back home, though.
Hyun and I walked past the bouncer, Chin-Hae. He knew us by parties we had hosted back in Incheon.
“Ji Yong,” he greeted me promptly. I smiled warmly at him.
Once inside, I left Hyun’s side and headed straight for the bar. I didn’t give a shit about anything tonight- it was just me and the liquor. But half-way there, I ran into Leeteuk and Eunhyuk.
“Hey, Ji!” they shouted above the loud music. Their words were slurred, and their breath smelled of alcohol. They clearly didn’t care what happened tonight, as well.
“Hey Teukie, Hyuk,” I responded. I pushed past their dancing forms and sat down at the cushioned bar stool. “A cosmopolitan,” I told the bartender swiftly. He set the drink down in front of me, and I gulped it down. I felt the alcohol take control of my brain. “Another one.” He set it down in front of me, and I chugged it. Everything was spinning now. “More,” I said- or was I shouting? I couldn’t tell. The bartender placed in front of me gingerly. I took a swig, and then looked around. The dance floor was packed, with bodies grinding into each other. I stared longingly at the happy couples.
After I finished my third cosmopolitan, I commanded the bartender for one more. He looked at me worriedly, and told me that after this drink, I would have to be cut off for the night. Shit. I knew I couldn’t handle myself around alcohol. I savored my last drink of the evening, then got up. I stumbled around the club, running into people who pushed me away as though they were repulsed. I ended up in a corner, and found myself staring at Minho and Onew, who were making out and groping each other. Wait, that wasn’t right, was it? Onew was with Key, wasn’t he? Weren’t they going steady? The booze in my system made me frazzled, and made my brain go haywire.
I moved around, trying to find Seung-hyun. I wanted- no, needed him now. My erection was standing at full attention, and I couldn’t get it to calm down. I found Hyun near the door. His was turned away from me, and I pressed myself into his back, my concealed cock at his rear.
“Hello, beautiful,” I whispered huskily into his ear. He stiffened, and a shiver seemed to run down his spine. My crazed mind thought that he wanted me. I ground into him once, then pulled him to the dance floor. I started grinding, though I knew somewhere that Hyun wanted me to stop.
My hips kept thrusting forward, though. I couldn’t stop myself. Hyun moaned contentedly. He seemed to be feeling euphoria.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” I whispered. I grabbed hold of Hyun’s wrist and dragged him towards the stairs. Every time I climbed up a step, I tripped, and every time, Hyun caught me. The world seemed so bright. Surprisingly, the alcohol I had consumed had cleared up my thoughts about love. I was so obvious. Of course I loved my Choi Seung-hyun. He was my world. If only he knew. But he didn’t need to, for I was going to show him tonight.
I pulled Hyun into the nearest available bedroom, and towed him to the bed. I pushed him onto it, and he fell, face down, into the mattress. I pushed him down, preventing him from getting up, and straddled him. I didn’t need to see his face to know that he wore a mask of bewilderment.
I placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, trailing down his neck. Then, I slowly pulled up his gray shirt and traced random circles on his back. When my body came in contact with his, he froze and chills raced down his body. I smiled, loving the reaction I was causing.
I yanked my shirt and belt off. I wanted to feel him around me. I wanted to hear his moans. I wanted to cause him to have an orgasm. The room was rainbow now. I started to unzip my pants, but a strong hand caught my wrist before I did. Hyun had turned around and was staring at me in a stern way.
I tried to drag my hand away, but he was relentless. Did he work out often? My cock was twitching now. I needed release.
“Not tonight, Ji Yong,” said Hyun firmly. “Not when you’re like this. Not if you don’t realize that I love you with my entire being and so much more.” He looked at me with those soft eyes. Wait! He loved me? He really loved me? I cherished this, knowing that I probably would forget somethings from tonight when I woke up in the morning, and that this conversation would be one of them.
“Fine,” I whispered. He got up and picked up my shirt and belt from across the room and handed them to me. Hyun sat down next to me and stroked my hair.
“Sleep, my Ji Yong,” he told me softly. “You clearly need it.”
“Okay,” I said. He made a motion to leave, but I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. “Please don’t go, Hyun.” I felt myself tearing up for some reason. It felt as though if Hyun left, I would fall apart.
“Anything for you,” he responded. My heart swelled. I lay down and pulled Hyun to me.
“Nothing tonight,” I told him reassuringly, “but is this okay?” I placed my head on his chest and looped my arms tightly around his waist.
“Better than okay,” Hyun replied, whispering. “Sleep now.” He kissed me on the forehead delicately, as if I would break. I felt my eyes drifting closed, my brain shutting down because of the intoxication.
“Choi Seung-hyun, I love you,” I murmured to him. His face stretched into a wide grin, revealing his pristine teeth, and my eyes closed shut.
Pairings: T.O.P. (Choi Seung-hyun)/G-Dragon (Kwon Ji Yong), Daesung x Seungri (Lee Seung-hyun), Tae-yang (Dong Yong Bae) x Henry Lau
Characters: BigBang, Super Junior, SHINee, random made up Koreans
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: Hyun (T.O.P.) and Ji go to the CD signing. After a couple of hours, they go to Jonghyun’s party. There they meet up with Yong Bae, as well as the members of SuJu and SHINee. Booze, strobe lights, loud music- all the essentials for an exciting celebration. But throw in Hyun and Ji, and it might not turn out the way one expects. Especially if Ji keeps denying their love.
G-Dragon POV
I hugged Iseul fondly, then pecked her on the cheek. It had been ages since I had seen her. lseul had been my friend since we were in diapers. At one point, we had tried to be more than friends, but had failed terribly. So we were just friends now. I noticed that Iseul held her body in a partially-seductive way.
“Hey, ‘Seul?” I asked her, curious. “What’s with your posture?” She blushed and looked down.
“Um...I kinda wanted to attract your friend, Seung-hyun,” she answered. We never had kept secrets from each other, and there was no point in starting now. Jealousy pricked at me, though I had no idea why.
“Oh,” I said curtly, “let me go find him for you then.” Iseul noted the change in my voice and cocked her head to one side. Then she grinned, showing off her straight, white teeth.
“Ooohhh, Ji, do you like him?” she asked me. “Like, like like him? ‘Cause if you do, I’ll back off. I mean, I can always find someone else. Given, not as rich and famous, but someone else nonetheless.”
“I do not like him!” I cried. Hyun’s agent, Kyung-hun, looked up from near the door. I lowered my voice. “I just know that I am not going to let some hanky-panky relationship get in the way of our work.” Iseul raised her eyebrows disbelievingly. “I swear,” I added. “Go talk to Hyun.”
“Okay. Fine. I’ll go talk to him.” She turned and scanned the stage for any sign of him. There was none. “But I can’t find him. He’ll probably be on the band bus by now. So that means that you can talk to him.” I grumbled, knowing that she still thought that I liked Hyun.
Me and Seung-hyun together? The very idea of it made me want to burst out laughing, but there was some part of me that agreed with Iseul. You do like him, it whispered. Not just like, though, you love him. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of these thoughts as if they were spiders crawling up my face. I knew for a fact that I was not gay. I mean, last week, I had had sex- and enjoyed it- with Hyun-Jae, a girl I had met while working on Oh Yeah. I don’t even remember how it had happened, did she make a move on me?
God, what was wrong with me? Thoughts of Seung-hyun filled my brain, my heart, my soul. He was like a drug that swept through my senses, leaving them polluted. His black hair that fell into his deep, chocolate eyes, his hard biceps, callused palms, and tall, muscular frame was all I could think about. Not to mention his humorous, quiet personality, and his mischievous actions. Hyun seemed like everything I had ever been looking for. But I couldn’t be in love with him! Could I?
* * *T.O.P. POV
I snuggled into the plushy headrest of the seat and let my eyes drift closed. It had been a long day so far, and there was more to come- the CD signing in Seoul, as well as Jonghyun’s party later tonight. I needed my rest. Just as I was about to fall asleep, a familiar scent infiltrated my nose. Its muskiness could make it only one person- the person who I didn’t want to see right now. Ji Yong.
“Hey hyung! Tired already?” I opened my eyes and stared at Ji Yong. I was actually quite upset with him. “Okay, I see that you’re not exactly in the best mood,” he stated the obvious, “so I’ll leave you alone.” As strangely as my anger came, it disappeared. I didn’t want him to leave me alone.
“No, I'm fine,” I said a bit too quickly. I realized that Ji was still standing. “You can sit here, next to me, if you want.” He took a seat. “Can we talk?” I asked. Suddenly, Ji Yong looked wary.
“What about?” he asked. His guard was clearly up.
“Who were you talking to, um, you know, after rehearsal?” I asked. I was determined to find out what made this girl, Iseul, so appealing.
“Oh, nobody special. Just Iseul. We were friends since we were babies,” he replied.
“Okay. Uh, is there anything going on between the two of you?” I pondered.
He sighed. “No, there is nothing ‘going on’ between us. In college, we tried to step up as lovers, but it didn’t work out. So Iseul and I decided to stay friends. Why do ask?”
“No reason,” I stammered. He raised his eyebrows.
“Well, just want to let you know,” he muttered, “that she sorta has the hots for you.” Ji Yong looked at his feet.
“Oh. Well, that’s. . .nice,” I commented.
“Hey, hyung?” he asked. Hyung. My heart sank. He called me brother. He didn’t love me. It was so obvious. God, I was such an idiot!
“Yes, Yong-ah?” I used my pet nickname for him.
“Do you know what love feels like?”
“Yes. I do, in fact,” I told him. I knew too much about love, even though I had only realized that I had been feeling it in the past five hours. It ruled your heart and your mind, and would consume you at random times. It would chew you up and refuse to spit you out, until your heart was broken. And then it left you in a worse condition.
“Who do you love, Hyun?” Ji Yong asked quietly.
“No one expected,” I replied. “Let’s leave it at that.”
“Oh, well, they must be lucky,” he murmured. I barely heard him, and when I did, I was sure that I had heard wrong.
“Huh? What?”
Ji seemed to come out of a trance. Becoming his usual exuberant self, he replied brightly, “Oh, nothing! Nothing at all!” But behind the smile, behind the facade that his eyes put up, I saw a gut-wrenching sadness. I knew somehow that I had caused it. I felt like kicking myself.
“Something wrong?” I inquired, concerned for Ji’s emotional health.
“No, nothing. I’m fine, Seung-hyun.” His tone was irritated, and I was surprised that he had used my full name. He never did. I turned my head so that it was leaning against the window, and surrendered myself to sleep. My slumber was filled with dreams of Ji Yong and I. Our bodies were intertwined, our limbs groaning of exhaustion, us consummating our love on our wedding night. My sleep was the only oasis in a desert of pain.
* * *G-Dragon POV
I felt so depressed. Seung-hyun already loved someone. Which meant that even if I did love him, he could never love me back. I rested my head on his shoulder. Hyun was sleeping, so I could be more conspicuous about my emotions.
* * *We had just left the CD signing in Seoul city. There had been a huge line for our autographs, and I was surprised when I heard that many of our fans had camped out in tents the previous night in order to get our autographs first. I was awestruck by the devotion of people, and wondered whether love was like devotion. Fuck, I was going to start thinking like Yong Bae one day, all philosophical and brooding. Anyway, we were heading to Jonghyun’s party. He insisted on having a gigantic soiree every three months, and we were always invited.
The city of Changweon was welcoming, and Taemin had rented a club for Jonghyun in the heart of it. I grinned, thinking of celebrating. It was not very often I got to relieve my stress by partying; I usually saw a therapist and used a stress ball that had to be replaced every week.
When we pulled up to the club, I saw a long line of people kept in line by a purple velvet rope. Yong Bae should have already arrived, and Daesung and Seung had declined the invitation, insisting that they had work to do. I knew they were being lovers back home, though.
Hyun and I walked past the bouncer, Chin-Hae. He knew us by parties we had hosted back in Incheon.
“Ji Yong,” he greeted me promptly. I smiled warmly at him.
Once inside, I left Hyun’s side and headed straight for the bar. I didn’t give a shit about anything tonight- it was just me and the liquor. But half-way there, I ran into Leeteuk and Eunhyuk.
“Hey, Ji!” they shouted above the loud music. Their words were slurred, and their breath smelled of alcohol. They clearly didn’t care what happened tonight, as well.
“Hey Teukie, Hyuk,” I responded. I pushed past their dancing forms and sat down at the cushioned bar stool. “A cosmopolitan,” I told the bartender swiftly. He set the drink down in front of me, and I gulped it down. I felt the alcohol take control of my brain. “Another one.” He set it down in front of me, and I chugged it. Everything was spinning now. “More,” I said- or was I shouting? I couldn’t tell. The bartender placed in front of me gingerly. I took a swig, and then looked around. The dance floor was packed, with bodies grinding into each other. I stared longingly at the happy couples.
After I finished my third cosmopolitan, I commanded the bartender for one more. He looked at me worriedly, and told me that after this drink, I would have to be cut off for the night. Shit. I knew I couldn’t handle myself around alcohol. I savored my last drink of the evening, then got up. I stumbled around the club, running into people who pushed me away as though they were repulsed. I ended up in a corner, and found myself staring at Minho and Onew, who were making out and groping each other. Wait, that wasn’t right, was it? Onew was with Key, wasn’t he? Weren’t they going steady? The booze in my system made me frazzled, and made my brain go haywire.
I moved around, trying to find Seung-hyun. I wanted- no, needed him now. My erection was standing at full attention, and I couldn’t get it to calm down. I found Hyun near the door. His was turned away from me, and I pressed myself into his back, my concealed cock at his rear.
“Hello, beautiful,” I whispered huskily into his ear. He stiffened, and a shiver seemed to run down his spine. My crazed mind thought that he wanted me. I ground into him once, then pulled him to the dance floor. I started grinding, though I knew somewhere that Hyun wanted me to stop.
My hips kept thrusting forward, though. I couldn’t stop myself. Hyun moaned contentedly. He seemed to be feeling euphoria.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” I whispered. I grabbed hold of Hyun’s wrist and dragged him towards the stairs. Every time I climbed up a step, I tripped, and every time, Hyun caught me. The world seemed so bright. Surprisingly, the alcohol I had consumed had cleared up my thoughts about love. I was so obvious. Of course I loved my Choi Seung-hyun. He was my world. If only he knew. But he didn’t need to, for I was going to show him tonight.
I pulled Hyun into the nearest available bedroom, and towed him to the bed. I pushed him onto it, and he fell, face down, into the mattress. I pushed him down, preventing him from getting up, and straddled him. I didn’t need to see his face to know that he wore a mask of bewilderment.
I placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, trailing down his neck. Then, I slowly pulled up his gray shirt and traced random circles on his back. When my body came in contact with his, he froze and chills raced down his body. I smiled, loving the reaction I was causing.
I yanked my shirt and belt off. I wanted to feel him around me. I wanted to hear his moans. I wanted to cause him to have an orgasm. The room was rainbow now. I started to unzip my pants, but a strong hand caught my wrist before I did. Hyun had turned around and was staring at me in a stern way.
I tried to drag my hand away, but he was relentless. Did he work out often? My cock was twitching now. I needed release.
“Not tonight, Ji Yong,” said Hyun firmly. “Not when you’re like this. Not if you don’t realize that I love you with my entire being and so much more.” He looked at me with those soft eyes. Wait! He loved me? He really loved me? I cherished this, knowing that I probably would forget somethings from tonight when I woke up in the morning, and that this conversation would be one of them.
“Fine,” I whispered. He got up and picked up my shirt and belt from across the room and handed them to me. Hyun sat down next to me and stroked my hair.
“Sleep, my Ji Yong,” he told me softly. “You clearly need it.”
“Okay,” I said. He made a motion to leave, but I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. “Please don’t go, Hyun.” I felt myself tearing up for some reason. It felt as though if Hyun left, I would fall apart.
“Anything for you,” he responded. My heart swelled. I lay down and pulled Hyun to me.
“Nothing tonight,” I told him reassuringly, “but is this okay?” I placed my head on his chest and looped my arms tightly around his waist.
“Better than okay,” Hyun replied, whispering. “Sleep now.” He kissed me on the forehead delicately, as if I would break. I felt my eyes drifting closed, my brain shutting down because of the intoxication.
“Choi Seung-hyun, I love you,” I murmured to him. His face stretched into a wide grin, revealing his pristine teeth, and my eyes closed shut.