Cockblock'd
So you say you’re bulletproof
Chapter 2
*secretly sneaks back into fandom*
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Yesung crosses his arms over his chest, resting the back of head against the door frame as he waits for Kyuhyun to finish looking for dust bunnies.
The ex-Navy seal sighs, he is currently rooting around under Yesung’s bed with a small flashlight checking for anything that might look faulty.
“For the last time, this is for your own good. I need to check every room you’re going to be in to ensure that nothing has been tampered with”
“Whatever”, Yesung yawns both bored and tired after a long day in rehearsal. He’s got a 5 week tour coming up and rehearsals were already being a pain in the ass. He really did not need this rent-a-cop taking away ample time from his beauty sleep.
However, despite his annoyance at the other man, it does not escape Yesung’s attention that Kyuhyun’s ass looks really delicious whenever he bends over like that.
‘Oh well, as I wait I must be thankful for the eye candy’
Finally Kyuhyun stands upright, his dark suit falling back into place over his slim frame.
“Nothing appears to be out of order-“
Yesung cuts him off with a slow dramatic clap,
“Well whooptie doo. I is feeling so, so safe now” he mocks.
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes, obviously fed up Yesung’s catty backtalk for the day. They’ve only known each other a couple of hours but it was already apparent that Yesung was going to be quite the handful. The pop star was not taking these attacks against him seriously and that makes Kyuhyun’s job even harder.
How can he protect someone who thought they didn’t need protection?
He will have to work that out tomorrow, for now, they both needed to rest.
“Good night” he says curtly, taking his leave without further word. His fingers go immediately to his pocket, sliding over the key card that Jungsoo had given to him. His room is right down the hall from Yesung’s, placing him in a narrow enough reach in case of an emergency. Feeling eyes on him, he looks over his shoulder and locks gaze with Yesung.
Both of them do not say anything and finally with a huff of dismissal Yesung walks into his room and slams his door. Kyuhyun shakes his head at the popstar’s diva-ish attitude. With the keycard he unlocks the door of designated room.
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Yesung is 2 seconds away from calling Jungsoo and having Kyuhyun fired.
At first he had thought that the prospect of having a personal bodyguard would be entertaining, especially one who was as hot as Kyuhyun. But now he’s beginning to think that despite being extremely good eye candy, Kyuhyun is an overly egotistic pain in the ass.
Just because he was some fucking CSI Miami type or whatever did not mean he got to run Yesung’s life.
“I am going to the fucking club and you cannot stop me” Yesung grunts, his voice clearly declaring that the conversation was over. However, Kyuhyun does not seem to get the memo because he persists further that Yesung was under his protection and therefore should be following his orders.
“You work for me! And if I say jump, you go fuck off elsewhere”
“You did not mention anything about going to a club at any point today. If I am going to be your bodyguard you need to inform me of these things ahead of time so that I can plan…”
“Plan? Jesus Christ. If I want to out and party with friend and have sex, yes I said it, I want to go have sex, without you shadowing me, then I damn right will go”
Yesung stomps off, not wanting to hear anymore of Kyuhyun’s crap. The other man felt as if he could just weasel his way into Yesung’s life and try to change it? No way was that happening anytime soon. Jungsoo had better make this asshole know exactly who’s in charge or else shit would be hitting the fan.
Kyuhyun had tagged along with him to rehearsals that morning. They had not shared more than a few words to each other at breakfast and Yesung had felt comforted and yet annoyed by the silence. Whenever Kyuhyun spoke to him it was in a very authoritative voice usually telling Yesung what to do or what not to do.
Yesung was most definitely not used to someone telling him what to do, especially someone who was on his payroll. Kyuhyun might’ve been top dog when he was in Iraq or Timbuktu but he had to learn that he was bearing in on Yesung’s time and patience and needed to back the fuck off.
“If you are going to a club-“ Yesung jumps a little when the voice sneaks up on him from out of nowhere.
“Damn man. We’re going to have to put some bells on you” the popstar places a hand over his heart to emphasize his surprise.
Kyuhyun repeats his previous statement, “If you’re going to this club, then I must accompany you”
Yesung glares at him passionately. Kyuhyun was proving to not only be a buzzkill but a cockblocker as well.
“I don’t think they let robots into clubs” he turns away, ready to head for the shower, “You need to loosen up” he says casually as he walks.
Yesung is surprised to hear a dry chuckle come from the other man and he spins around to take in the sight for himself. Kyuhyun doesn’t look amused but he is wearing a smirk,
“Bodyguards who loosen up tend to end up with dead popstars”
Yesung smiles cockily, not the least bit phased by Kyuhyun’s pessimistic words.
“That’s good. Thank God I’m not a popstar then”
The navy seal frowns, looking curious, “Oh really? Then what are you?”
“Well for the most part, your boss and a megastar. Popstars are soo last year” he winks and practically skips off.
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From the moment they enter the club, Kyuhyun practically glues himself onto Yesung’s hip. The place is jam packed with rich and famous douchewads, none of who Kyuhyun recognize or care about. The atmosphere is at least very bright and glamorous unlike the dark musky place he had been imagining. The music is still too loud as too be expected and there is an open bar with 4 bartenders going back and forth serving drinks.
The first couple of drunkards who greet Yesung are apparently members of a washed up boyband. Yesung greets them casually while Kyuhyun eyes them in distrust. Anyone of these idiots could be secretly holding a grudge against Yesung and could easily plot harm against him.
After knowing Yesung for a bit over 24 hours Kyuhyun could understand why someone might want to hurt him. The man was infuriating. He possessed all the qualities of downright, bottomless jerk. His piss poor attitude was nerve-grinding while his overly smug personality made Kyuhyun want to hold him in a headlock until he begged for mercy.
A female danced her way in front of Yesung, her body language flirtatious and needy, the red dress she’s wearing might as well be a tank top, it’s too short and her breasts are trying to throw themselves over it.
“Yesung, darling” she singsongs over the thumping music, tossing strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder.
“Ivette. Don’t you looking ravishing” Yesung smiles adoringly at her.
She punches him in the arm, “Don’t be modest. I am aware that I might look-oh hello dear” she breaks off of her previous thought as she catches sight of Kyuhyun who is still hovering over Yesung. Kyuhyun acknowledges her with a nod of the head before he is back to scanning the crowd.
“Who is this beautiful man?” Kyuhyun hears her ask.
“He’s mine” This time Kyuhyun does look at them, just so he can see Yesung’s face. The popstar is still looking at Ivette, his face indifferent as he shrugs. Ivette’s eyes are wide as they go back and forth between Kyuhyun and Yesung.
She pouts, “You always get the good ones”
Yesung laughs and wraps an arm around Ivette’s waist. They do not address Kyuhyun as they make their way toward an available table. Kyuhyun follows intently.
Ivette makes small chat as they order their drinks from his passing waiter. Kyuhyun ignores most of the conversation, keeping his attention on
“Does he not drink?” Ivette asks, looking at Yesung as the other man throws back his tequila with a wince.
Yesung hums pleasantly, the alcohol feels warm in his throat, “I dunno. Let’s ask him. Hey babe, do you drink?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t look at them when he answers, “Not while I’m working”
As predicted Ivette turns to Yesung questioningly, “Working?”
With the game ruined, Yesung shrugs, “I was lying earlier. Almost had you fooled though? This my friend is my dull, robotic bodyguard”
Ivette gasps, covering her mouth, “A bodyguard? Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?”
He shakes his head, “No, no. Jungsoo just likes to waste my money”
Kyuhyun snorts at this causing Yesung and Ivette to look at him.
“This is all a joke to you isn’t it?”
Yesung sits up straighter in his chair, he looks like he’s about to say something sarcastic back when a passing male touches him briefly on the shoulder. Yesung’s eyes track the sleek male body until it disappears down a hall. He smirks at Kyuhyun.
“I’m going to the bathroom” he rises from his seat and Kyuhyun goes to do the same.
“No! No, you stay here. I’m going to fucking take a piss. You wanna come hold my dick?”
Kyuhyun grits his teeth but remains seated. His instincts if screaming for him to do his job while his mind is telling him to let the jackass get himself killed.
Ivette obviously finds Yesung’s jab funny and is rolling sideways in laughter by the time Yesung leaves the table.
Kyuhyun stews in his own thoughts for the next 3 minutes. He knows Yesung is not just taking a pee break. That idiot is trying to get off in a bathroom stall with some random club hopper. A club hopper who could potentially be his mysterious stalker.
The lights in the club flicker a little before fading into a dim blue and green light show. The crowd cheers but Kyuhyun feels his adrenaline kick in.
“Honey sit back down. This happens at 11 o clock every night. Dark clubs make for the best hook ups” she grins, tracing a longer finger up his thigh. Kyuhyun brushes past her. He and Yesung need to go. Yesung had rehearsals tomorrow and this has been enough ‘fun’ for one night.
Kyuhyun kicks in the locked bathroom door. Yesung and his playmate pull away from each other and stare gobsmacked at him as if he were the terminator. The young man pulls up his jeans and wobbles out of the bathroom so quickly that Kyuhyun barely had time to look at him closely.
“You fucking…UGH” Yesung accuses, fixing his zipper before storming out of the bathroom.
It is definitely time for them to go home.
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