Stereo Love 4
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 NC-17
Summary: Tae-yang has been living a lie, but will telling the truth do any good in his life? Then there’s Ji Yong. His life is finally perfect now- perfect job, perfect lifestyle, and most importantly, a perfect boyfriend. But when the past comes back to haunt Ji, and old feuds are reignited, will Seung-hyun be able to prove that he has what it takes to be a part of Kwon Ji Yong’s life, be Ji Yong’s savior?
(A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while! Just didn't have time. But here you go! Enjoy!)
T.O.P. POV
So everyone knew about Ji and me, well, at least we didn’t have to tell them ourselves. Seungri and Daesung were always asking us if we could go on double dates, but Ji Yong and I would refuse, knowing that it was best that we keep our relationship in the YG family. Then the other couple would shrug, knowing that there was no use in arguing with us. For now, all was well.
* * *Tae-yang POV
Everyone in the country was happy, except for me. God, everyone on the damn planet was so happy, except for me. I guess the simplest way to explain it was that my sex life was nonexistent. But it was so much more than that. Henry. . .well, I loved him, easy as pie. It’s just that. . .he didn’t know it. Henry and I were the best of friends- we always hung out with each other, we had each other’s backs. Then, lately, I had started feeling this blissful emotion that swelled every time I laid eyes on my mochi. Later, after hearing Daesung drone on and on about love, I realized that I was in love. . .with my best friend. But no one knew that. Hell, no one knew that we weren’t even a couple. I made sure to keep Henry a good distance away from the other members of BigBang, especially our maknae, Seung. He always poked his nose into everyone else’s business. Specifically, their love lives. Shit, I had to tell Henry that I loved him today. I couldn’t take anymore of wasting my time waiting for some signal, or lying to my hyeongje’s. I couldn’t do it. I sucked in my gut, took a deep breath, and suppressed the butterflies in my stomach as the doorbell rang.
“Henliah!” I greeted Henry good-naturedly. My eyes raked his slender figure, which was clad in simple black skinny jeans, a white v-neck, and a navy blazer, complete with a pair of red high-tops.
“Bae,” he said back, a huge grin on his face. “So, what did you call me here for?”
The butterflies were back. “Uh. . .well. . .never mind.” At this statement, Henry looked at me, puzzled.
“Okay, then.” Henry strode past me and hung his coat in the small closet. The Canadian boy practically lived here. He walked to the living room, and I trailed after him as he chose a DVD from my vast selection of movies. Henry popped it into the DVD system, and settled on the couch. I was still standing awkwardly between Henry and the flat-screen. “Bae,” chided Henry. He patted the spot next to him, and I slowly walked over and took a seat.
He snuggled into my shoulder as the opening credits came on. I felt warmth pooling at the pit of my stomach. I turned my head so I could stare at the perfect being that was by my side. As the movie came on, Henry’s eyes widened and narrowed appropriately. His chubby cheeks were puffing out more than ever, and gasps escaped his lips. God, those lips. They were plump, a perfect shade of pink, and looked delectable. Oh, how I wanted to feel those lips pressed against mine.
Finally, the credits came on. Henry smiled contently and turned to me. At my intense gaze, he shyly looked away. I couldn’t smother my feelings anymore. I grabbed his chin, and smashed my lips against his.
At first, the mochi was surprised, but soon, he threw himself into the kiss with much enthusiasm. He entangled his fingers in my short hair, and I bit his bottom lip sharply. He opened his mouth in pain, and I quickly poked my tongue in, probing and tasting every inch of the hollow cavern. I felt something wet and curved exploring my mouth, and I assumed it was his tongue. Henry moved his lips against mine; it was as if they were fused together, with no hope of ever tearing apart. We both broke away for air after a few good minutes. Henry gazed at me, something shining in his eyes. I surveyed him.
“Henliah, I have something to say.” I spoke quietly, my voice still raspy from the lack of oxygen. When he didn’t reply, I came clean quickly. “Henry Lau, I love you. With my whole being. I love you like I’ve never loved before, and I hope you feel the same way.”
“Well, it’s about time!” he shouted joyfully, throwing himself into my arms. I was thoroughly confused. Had he loved me all along, as well?
“Huh?” Henry pulled away from me, grinning maniacally.
“I love you too, Yong Bae. I’ve loved you since the beginning.” And with that statement, he kissed me. It was a simple, sweet kiss, one filled with complete tenderness and love. Henry buried his face in the crook of my neck, embracing me tightly. I smiled and wound my arms around him, wondering how life could have ever become this perfect.
* * *G-Dragon POV
I sprinkled rose petals all over the black satin sheets on Hyun’s bed. It was his birthday, and I wanted to completely blow him away. At the moment, Hyun was at his parents’ house. He had asked me if I had wanted to come along; no, actually, he had insisted that I do, but I had politely declined, planning my naughty evening with my beau.
I draped the metal handcuffs over the headboard, intending to pleasure Hyun while he was bound. Then I grabbed my entourage off the dresser, and headed to the bathroom to change. After I had finished dabbing some makeup on my face and doing my eyeliner, I examined myself in the mirror. The lacy black thong was covered by tight fishnet stockings that were cut off at the mid-thigh area. It was so revealing, almost taboo, yet I knew that Seung-hyun would thoroughly enjoy it.
I made my way back into the bedroom and double-checked everything. Bedsheets, check. Petals, check. Handcuffs, check. Outfit, check. I sighed contently and laid on the bed, trying out different poses that I thought would look seductive.
I heard footsteps echoing on the wooden floor in the kitchen, and I quickly settled into a pose. My legs were crossed, and I was propped up on my side. Seung-hyung walked in, texting and not even noticing me. He placed his keys down on the dresser, and let out a deep, throaty laugh at something on his phone screen. I settled my lips into a pout and cleared my throat. He still didn’t realize that I was there. I silently sighed, frustrated.
“Hello, Hyun,” I whispered huskily, trying to seduce him. Hyun looked up, startled, and his eyes widened when he spotted me, and moreover, what I was wearing. I got up off the bed and strutted towards him, swaying my hips exaggeratedly. I loosened his tie and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I smirked as his body pressed against mine, feeling his hard manhood.
T.O.P. POV
Fuck, Ji was sexy. It made my mouth water just by looking at him. I was so ready to make love to him. I began to unbutton my shirt, but Ji’s hand stopped me. I looked at him.
“Hyunnie, tonight, I’m taking the lead.” He licked his lips and led me to the bed, which had different sheets and rose petals. Clearly, my birthday was a very special occasion. I wanted to come right then and there as Ji roughly pushed me down onto the satiny sheets. I felt metal wrap around my wrists, and I looked up, only to find a pair of handcuffs keeping me captive. They were wrapped around a spike that rose up in the middle of my headboard. What the hell was Ji Yong planning to do?
Ji slowly began to unbutton my shirt, starting where I had left off. When he was done, he kissed my lips softly. Then Ji licked my earlobe. I shuddered, and didn’t fail to catch the satisfied look on his beautiful face. He licked his way down the side of my neck, down to my chest. His tongue swirled over my nipples, and they hardened when the cold air hit them. After he stopped fondling them, he moved lower. Ji traced patterns with his tongue around my navel, and I moaned as he approached my hardness.
Calmly, almost mockingly, he unbuttoned my jeans, and then unzipped them using his pearly white teeth. His long, slender fingers dipped under the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, revealing my erect cock. I lifted my hips up slightly to help Ji with the removal of my clothing.
Ji Yong looked up at me; his eyes were soft and brown, not to mention gut-wrenchingly innocent-looking.
“Ji, you don’t have to,” I told him. My voice was soft and caring.
“No, Hyunnie. I want to. Tonight is all about you.” He kissed the tip of my erection, then licked the side like one would a popsicle. I moaned at the cold fire that rushed south all of a sudden. Ji inched his juicy lips down my swollen dick, and I shivered as lust filled me. I rolled my hips into Ji Yong’s mouth as his tongue attacked me with sudden, sharp jabs. Then he became more gentle, sucking and licking, swirling his tongue around the head. His fingers grasped my hips with force, and I thrusted them. Ji took all of me in then, his teeth slightly nibbling at my organ. I groaned, then hissed as I felt myself tumbling over the edge.
“Ji,” I moaned as I released myself. I came into Ji Yong’s mouth, and he licked me clean. My cock drooped, but when I noticed Ji licking a bit of my semen off the side of his mouth, my dick stood at attention again. “Fuck,” I muttered, and Ji smirked, realizing that I had gone hard.
“Wow, Hyunnie. You are looking more and more like a sex addict every day,” he teased. “At this rate, I might not be able to dance anymore.” I growled playfully.
“Let me go, Ji, and I’ll show you how sorry you are gonna be,” I said in mock anger. Ji Yong laughed softly.
“Okay, Hyun. Show me.” And with that, Ji Yong retrieved a key from my dresser and unlocked me from my restraints. I sprang up off the bed and pinned him to the wall, engulfing his lips in a heated kiss. After a few minutes, I slowly moved Ji back to the bed. I ripped his stockings off, and smirked when I felt him pout.
“I liked those,” he whispered. I gently pulled the thong off his body as well. I remembered it from when we had performed Dirty Cash. Obviously, Ji Yong had kept it. I pressed my knuckle into his tight entrance, and he winced slightly. I muttered caring words in his ear, trying to assure him that I would be as soft as possible, and he visibly seemed to relax.
I slowly pushed my hard cock into Ji. Both of us moaned in unison when I was fully sheathed inside of him. I let him adjust to my size, then unhurriedly rotated my hips. Ji Yong groaned, his eyes half-closed. I pulled out a bit, then plunged into my boyfriend.
“Faster, Hyun,” Ji pleaded. I obliged, and began to pump in and out of him, paced at first, but soon increasing my speed as I felt myself losing all rational thought. It was only me and Ji Yong. The world had fallen away.
He cried out when I hit his prostate, and I kept aiming there, thoroughly abusing it, liking the sounds that Ji was emitting; he seemed to be in a state of intense pleasure. He screamed my name as he came, a sticky white mess all over his abdomen, and I began to pump in and out more urgently. Then I came too, moaning Ji’s name over and over again.
I pulled out of my boyfriend, and settled next to him, pulling the blankets over both of us. I kissed the top of his head.
“Sleep, my love,” I whispered, and both of us drifted into pleasant unconsciousness, hand in hand.
* * *Tae-yang POV
“Henry,” I whispered as he palmed me through my black skinny jeans. “God. . .ah. . .Henry, I have to be out on stage soon.” He pouted, sticking his mochi cheeks out, and I stole a kiss from his lips. Henry smiled at me sweetly.
“I love you, Yong Bae. Now go kick some ass.” I grinned at my boyfriend, then exited my dressing room in a happy daze.
* * *G-Dragon POV
I stared at Hyun. He was singing Oh Mom, and I was captivated by him. The way the emotions that he hid so carefully were brought out, the way he was so dangerous, yet so honest, the way the sweat beaded on his forehead, proving his dedication. I was addicted. I was so attached to this beautiful man, that I couldn’t imagine a single thing that I wouldn’t do for him. I smiled into space, not noticing that he had finished, and that the concert was now over.
“Hey, Ji.” Hyun greeted me, smiling slyly. I laughed at him, then headed to the hallway backstage where everyone was gathered. He followed me, and when we got there, spun me around and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist. I beamed up at him.
Our lips met, and it was like our first kiss. Everything was so soft and sweet and delicate, and I felt my heart swelling up. A soft finger tapped on my arm, and I looked to my left, partially annoyed by who had disturbed this intimate moment between Seung-hyun and me. It was Kyung-hun, standing in front of a man who seemed somewhat familiar.
“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” Kyung-hun clearly looked uncomfortable. “But I figured that Ji Yong would like to meet his new manager, seeing that Kenji was fired.”
“He was?” I asked, puzzled. So that was why I hadn’t seen my manager, not to mention friend, Kenji around lately. Kyung-hun nodded matter-of-factly.
“Ji Yong, I would like you to meet Jung-su. He is your new manager, and will be, until someone fires him, or he quits.” There was classic Kyung-hun, with her somewhat cynical humor. I turned my attention to the man behind her, who had a large smile plastered on his face. I studied his features, trying to remember what made him so familiar. That chesnut-colored hair, those hazel eyes, the strong jaw and small nose. Dread filled me. I remembered him.
A desperate cry escaped Ji Sung’s lips. “Please, Jung-su!” he screamed at the leader. “Take me, just not him, please!”
The leader’s eyes were cold and calculating. They seemed to analyze Ji Sung, not leaving any part of him unexplored. His lips twisted up into a cold, mocking smile.
“Well, sure, Ji Sung. But why don’t we let little Ji Yong watch then, hmm, Sungie? After all, he’ll learn about this later in life.” Motioning at the small boy huddling behind Ji Sung, the leader signaled his men, who promptly rushed forward and grabbed the seven-year-old. Ji Yong didn’t put up a fight as the muscular men dragged him to their boss. “Ji Yong, watch your brother.” The soft whisper in his ear was intense and commanding, and Ji Yong didn’t dare disobey.
The young boy watched as the men corrupted his older brother, as they toyed with him maliciously. The horrible images were still so fresh in his mind, even after the gang had left, leaving Ji Sung a bloody, broken mess. Ji Yong made no attempt to rush to his brother. He was too timid, too naive. Ji Yong believed that even after the human mass on the floor had stopped breathing, that everything was going to be okay, that everything was going to go back to the way it had been before the gang came looking for Ji Sung, wanting him to pay his debt. Ji Yong was sure that Ji Sung was going to get up and hug him. But as he felt a pair of cold arms wrap around him and pull him back, the boy knew that things would never be the same.
Tears filled my eyes, and guilt and anger, oh, so much anger, filled my heart. But the emotion that dominated everything else was fear. Jung-su was back.
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 NC-17
Summary: Tae-yang has been living a lie, but will telling the truth do any good in his life? Then there’s Ji Yong. His life is finally perfect now- perfect job, perfect lifestyle, and most importantly, a perfect boyfriend. But when the past comes back to haunt Ji, and old feuds are reignited, will Seung-hyun be able to prove that he has what it takes to be a part of Kwon Ji Yong’s life, be Ji Yong’s savior?
(A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while! Just didn't have time. But here you go! Enjoy!)
T.O.P. POV
So everyone knew about Ji and me, well, at least we didn’t have to tell them ourselves. Seungri and Daesung were always asking us if we could go on double dates, but Ji Yong and I would refuse, knowing that it was best that we keep our relationship in the YG family. Then the other couple would shrug, knowing that there was no use in arguing with us. For now, all was well.
* * *Tae-yang POV
Everyone in the country was happy, except for me. God, everyone on the damn planet was so happy, except for me. I guess the simplest way to explain it was that my sex life was nonexistent. But it was so much more than that. Henry. . .well, I loved him, easy as pie. It’s just that. . .he didn’t know it. Henry and I were the best of friends- we always hung out with each other, we had each other’s backs. Then, lately, I had started feeling this blissful emotion that swelled every time I laid eyes on my mochi. Later, after hearing Daesung drone on and on about love, I realized that I was in love. . .with my best friend. But no one knew that. Hell, no one knew that we weren’t even a couple. I made sure to keep Henry a good distance away from the other members of BigBang, especially our maknae, Seung. He always poked his nose into everyone else’s business. Specifically, their love lives. Shit, I had to tell Henry that I loved him today. I couldn’t take anymore of wasting my time waiting for some signal, or lying to my hyeongje’s. I couldn’t do it. I sucked in my gut, took a deep breath, and suppressed the butterflies in my stomach as the doorbell rang.
“Henliah!” I greeted Henry good-naturedly. My eyes raked his slender figure, which was clad in simple black skinny jeans, a white v-neck, and a navy blazer, complete with a pair of red high-tops.
“Bae,” he said back, a huge grin on his face. “So, what did you call me here for?”
The butterflies were back. “Uh. . .well. . .never mind.” At this statement, Henry looked at me, puzzled.
“Okay, then.” Henry strode past me and hung his coat in the small closet. The Canadian boy practically lived here. He walked to the living room, and I trailed after him as he chose a DVD from my vast selection of movies. Henry popped it into the DVD system, and settled on the couch. I was still standing awkwardly between Henry and the flat-screen. “Bae,” chided Henry. He patted the spot next to him, and I slowly walked over and took a seat.
He snuggled into my shoulder as the opening credits came on. I felt warmth pooling at the pit of my stomach. I turned my head so I could stare at the perfect being that was by my side. As the movie came on, Henry’s eyes widened and narrowed appropriately. His chubby cheeks were puffing out more than ever, and gasps escaped his lips. God, those lips. They were plump, a perfect shade of pink, and looked delectable. Oh, how I wanted to feel those lips pressed against mine.
Finally, the credits came on. Henry smiled contently and turned to me. At my intense gaze, he shyly looked away. I couldn’t smother my feelings anymore. I grabbed his chin, and smashed my lips against his.
At first, the mochi was surprised, but soon, he threw himself into the kiss with much enthusiasm. He entangled his fingers in my short hair, and I bit his bottom lip sharply. He opened his mouth in pain, and I quickly poked my tongue in, probing and tasting every inch of the hollow cavern. I felt something wet and curved exploring my mouth, and I assumed it was his tongue. Henry moved his lips against mine; it was as if they were fused together, with no hope of ever tearing apart. We both broke away for air after a few good minutes. Henry gazed at me, something shining in his eyes. I surveyed him.
“Henliah, I have something to say.” I spoke quietly, my voice still raspy from the lack of oxygen. When he didn’t reply, I came clean quickly. “Henry Lau, I love you. With my whole being. I love you like I’ve never loved before, and I hope you feel the same way.”
“Well, it’s about time!” he shouted joyfully, throwing himself into my arms. I was thoroughly confused. Had he loved me all along, as well?
“Huh?” Henry pulled away from me, grinning maniacally.
“I love you too, Yong Bae. I’ve loved you since the beginning.” And with that statement, he kissed me. It was a simple, sweet kiss, one filled with complete tenderness and love. Henry buried his face in the crook of my neck, embracing me tightly. I smiled and wound my arms around him, wondering how life could have ever become this perfect.
* * *G-Dragon POV
I sprinkled rose petals all over the black satin sheets on Hyun’s bed. It was his birthday, and I wanted to completely blow him away. At the moment, Hyun was at his parents’ house. He had asked me if I had wanted to come along; no, actually, he had insisted that I do, but I had politely declined, planning my naughty evening with my beau.
I draped the metal handcuffs over the headboard, intending to pleasure Hyun while he was bound. Then I grabbed my entourage off the dresser, and headed to the bathroom to change. After I had finished dabbing some makeup on my face and doing my eyeliner, I examined myself in the mirror. The lacy black thong was covered by tight fishnet stockings that were cut off at the mid-thigh area. It was so revealing, almost taboo, yet I knew that Seung-hyun would thoroughly enjoy it.
I made my way back into the bedroom and double-checked everything. Bedsheets, check. Petals, check. Handcuffs, check. Outfit, check. I sighed contently and laid on the bed, trying out different poses that I thought would look seductive.
I heard footsteps echoing on the wooden floor in the kitchen, and I quickly settled into a pose. My legs were crossed, and I was propped up on my side. Seung-hyung walked in, texting and not even noticing me. He placed his keys down on the dresser, and let out a deep, throaty laugh at something on his phone screen. I settled my lips into a pout and cleared my throat. He still didn’t realize that I was there. I silently sighed, frustrated.
“Hello, Hyun,” I whispered huskily, trying to seduce him. Hyun looked up, startled, and his eyes widened when he spotted me, and moreover, what I was wearing. I got up off the bed and strutted towards him, swaying my hips exaggeratedly. I loosened his tie and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I smirked as his body pressed against mine, feeling his hard manhood.
T.O.P. POV
Fuck, Ji was sexy. It made my mouth water just by looking at him. I was so ready to make love to him. I began to unbutton my shirt, but Ji’s hand stopped me. I looked at him.
“Hyunnie, tonight, I’m taking the lead.” He licked his lips and led me to the bed, which had different sheets and rose petals. Clearly, my birthday was a very special occasion. I wanted to come right then and there as Ji roughly pushed me down onto the satiny sheets. I felt metal wrap around my wrists, and I looked up, only to find a pair of handcuffs keeping me captive. They were wrapped around a spike that rose up in the middle of my headboard. What the hell was Ji Yong planning to do?
Ji slowly began to unbutton my shirt, starting where I had left off. When he was done, he kissed my lips softly. Then Ji licked my earlobe. I shuddered, and didn’t fail to catch the satisfied look on his beautiful face. He licked his way down the side of my neck, down to my chest. His tongue swirled over my nipples, and they hardened when the cold air hit them. After he stopped fondling them, he moved lower. Ji traced patterns with his tongue around my navel, and I moaned as he approached my hardness.
Calmly, almost mockingly, he unbuttoned my jeans, and then unzipped them using his pearly white teeth. His long, slender fingers dipped under the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, revealing my erect cock. I lifted my hips up slightly to help Ji with the removal of my clothing.
Ji Yong looked up at me; his eyes were soft and brown, not to mention gut-wrenchingly innocent-looking.
“Ji, you don’t have to,” I told him. My voice was soft and caring.
“No, Hyunnie. I want to. Tonight is all about you.” He kissed the tip of my erection, then licked the side like one would a popsicle. I moaned at the cold fire that rushed south all of a sudden. Ji inched his juicy lips down my swollen dick, and I shivered as lust filled me. I rolled my hips into Ji Yong’s mouth as his tongue attacked me with sudden, sharp jabs. Then he became more gentle, sucking and licking, swirling his tongue around the head. His fingers grasped my hips with force, and I thrusted them. Ji took all of me in then, his teeth slightly nibbling at my organ. I groaned, then hissed as I felt myself tumbling over the edge.
“Ji,” I moaned as I released myself. I came into Ji Yong’s mouth, and he licked me clean. My cock drooped, but when I noticed Ji licking a bit of my semen off the side of his mouth, my dick stood at attention again. “Fuck,” I muttered, and Ji smirked, realizing that I had gone hard.
“Wow, Hyunnie. You are looking more and more like a sex addict every day,” he teased. “At this rate, I might not be able to dance anymore.” I growled playfully.
“Let me go, Ji, and I’ll show you how sorry you are gonna be,” I said in mock anger. Ji Yong laughed softly.
“Okay, Hyun. Show me.” And with that, Ji Yong retrieved a key from my dresser and unlocked me from my restraints. I sprang up off the bed and pinned him to the wall, engulfing his lips in a heated kiss. After a few minutes, I slowly moved Ji back to the bed. I ripped his stockings off, and smirked when I felt him pout.
“I liked those,” he whispered. I gently pulled the thong off his body as well. I remembered it from when we had performed Dirty Cash. Obviously, Ji Yong had kept it. I pressed my knuckle into his tight entrance, and he winced slightly. I muttered caring words in his ear, trying to assure him that I would be as soft as possible, and he visibly seemed to relax.
I slowly pushed my hard cock into Ji. Both of us moaned in unison when I was fully sheathed inside of him. I let him adjust to my size, then unhurriedly rotated my hips. Ji Yong groaned, his eyes half-closed. I pulled out a bit, then plunged into my boyfriend.
“Faster, Hyun,” Ji pleaded. I obliged, and began to pump in and out of him, paced at first, but soon increasing my speed as I felt myself losing all rational thought. It was only me and Ji Yong. The world had fallen away.
He cried out when I hit his prostate, and I kept aiming there, thoroughly abusing it, liking the sounds that Ji was emitting; he seemed to be in a state of intense pleasure. He screamed my name as he came, a sticky white mess all over his abdomen, and I began to pump in and out more urgently. Then I came too, moaning Ji’s name over and over again.
I pulled out of my boyfriend, and settled next to him, pulling the blankets over both of us. I kissed the top of his head.
“Sleep, my love,” I whispered, and both of us drifted into pleasant unconsciousness, hand in hand.
* * *Tae-yang POV
“Henry,” I whispered as he palmed me through my black skinny jeans. “God. . .ah. . .Henry, I have to be out on stage soon.” He pouted, sticking his mochi cheeks out, and I stole a kiss from his lips. Henry smiled at me sweetly.
“I love you, Yong Bae. Now go kick some ass.” I grinned at my boyfriend, then exited my dressing room in a happy daze.
* * *G-Dragon POV
I stared at Hyun. He was singing Oh Mom, and I was captivated by him. The way the emotions that he hid so carefully were brought out, the way he was so dangerous, yet so honest, the way the sweat beaded on his forehead, proving his dedication. I was addicted. I was so attached to this beautiful man, that I couldn’t imagine a single thing that I wouldn’t do for him. I smiled into space, not noticing that he had finished, and that the concert was now over.
“Hey, Ji.” Hyun greeted me, smiling slyly. I laughed at him, then headed to the hallway backstage where everyone was gathered. He followed me, and when we got there, spun me around and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist. I beamed up at him.
Our lips met, and it was like our first kiss. Everything was so soft and sweet and delicate, and I felt my heart swelling up. A soft finger tapped on my arm, and I looked to my left, partially annoyed by who had disturbed this intimate moment between Seung-hyun and me. It was Kyung-hun, standing in front of a man who seemed somewhat familiar.
“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” Kyung-hun clearly looked uncomfortable. “But I figured that Ji Yong would like to meet his new manager, seeing that Kenji was fired.”
“He was?” I asked, puzzled. So that was why I hadn’t seen my manager, not to mention friend, Kenji around lately. Kyung-hun nodded matter-of-factly.
“Ji Yong, I would like you to meet Jung-su. He is your new manager, and will be, until someone fires him, or he quits.” There was classic Kyung-hun, with her somewhat cynical humor. I turned my attention to the man behind her, who had a large smile plastered on his face. I studied his features, trying to remember what made him so familiar. That chesnut-colored hair, those hazel eyes, the strong jaw and small nose. Dread filled me. I remembered him.
A desperate cry escaped Ji Sung’s lips. “Please, Jung-su!” he screamed at the leader. “Take me, just not him, please!”
The leader’s eyes were cold and calculating. They seemed to analyze Ji Sung, not leaving any part of him unexplored. His lips twisted up into a cold, mocking smile.
“Well, sure, Ji Sung. But why don’t we let little Ji Yong watch then, hmm, Sungie? After all, he’ll learn about this later in life.” Motioning at the small boy huddling behind Ji Sung, the leader signaled his men, who promptly rushed forward and grabbed the seven-year-old. Ji Yong didn’t put up a fight as the muscular men dragged him to their boss. “Ji Yong, watch your brother.” The soft whisper in his ear was intense and commanding, and Ji Yong didn’t dare disobey.
The young boy watched as the men corrupted his older brother, as they toyed with him maliciously. The horrible images were still so fresh in his mind, even after the gang had left, leaving Ji Sung a bloody, broken mess. Ji Yong made no attempt to rush to his brother. He was too timid, too naive. Ji Yong believed that even after the human mass on the floor had stopped breathing, that everything was going to be okay, that everything was going to go back to the way it had been before the gang came looking for Ji Sung, wanting him to pay his debt. Ji Yong was sure that Ji Sung was going to get up and hug him. But as he felt a pair of cold arms wrap around him and pull him back, the boy knew that things would never be the same.
Tears filled my eyes, and guilt and anger, oh, so much anger, filled my heart. But the emotion that dominated everything else was fear. Jung-su was back.