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Title: Only One Person (Chapter 9)
Pairing/Fandom: FTIsland
Rating: NC-17/R
Warnings: contains yaoi, smut, foul language
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. I make no claim to own any of the people in this story. Any similarities between this and any other story is purely coincidental.
Authors Note: Title shamelessly stolen from FTIsland.
Set one year after the end of Everything Is Possible, Hongki and Jonghun are back and in love. What will happen to our boys as they face new challenges?
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16
Chapter 9
Yonghwa stormed through the halls of Warner Music. It had been a week since Hongki had rejected him. A week since he had found out Hongki's secret. A week that Hongki had been avoiding him. Yonghwa stilled for a moment, glacing at the signs around him. This part of Warner was unknown to him, the numerous offices that belonged to managers, stylists and schedule coordinators, and the one office that housed the junior composers - the office he was desperately looking for.
Yonghwa glanced up and down the corridor, the same generic photo's of idols that were signed to Warner littered the walls. It was then he spotted one of the office doors open. "Excuse me." He watched as a young lady turned towards him.
"Jung Yonghwa?"
Yonghwa smiled, "could you tell me where the junior composer's office is?" He asked, putting as much charm into the short sentence as he could manage.
"Room 429." She said, giving Yonghwa a smile, before turning back on her journey.
"Perfect." Yonghwa muttered under his breath. He was two doors away from the office, two doors away from Hongki, and two doors away from getting what he wanted. In three long strides he was stood in front of the office, the door wide open. Yonghwa looked around the office, the four desks littered with instruments and writing equipment, two of the four desks had staff sat at them. "Excuse me." Yonghwa smiled as he said the phrase.
"Yes?" One of the composers looked up, "can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Lee Hongki. He's working on my band's latest album." Yonghwa explained, hoping that the composer wouldn't question why he had come to the office and not met Hongki in the recording studio.
"Hongki's in the studio." The composer said, "with the rest of your band."
"Ah. he must have sent me a text message to remind me, but my phone is dead." Yonghwa lied easily, before bowing and leaving the composers, quickly stepping back towards the elevator that would take him to the studio.
~###~
"Hongki."
Hongki looked up as he heard his voice called. "Ye- Oh. I thought I told you not to come to the studio?" Hongki glared as he saw Yonghwa at the door of the studio he was working in. "The rest of your band just left, if you hurry, you can catch them."
"I'm not looking for them." Yonghwa said, stepping into the room and closing the door securely behind him. "I'm looking for you."
"I'm not sleeping with you." Hongki said, before slipping his headphones over his ears and returning to his work.
Yonghwa smirked, pulling his cell phone from his pocket and selecting the video of Hongki, playing it on the high definition screen, skipping forward to where Hongki was allowing the other male to stroke his cock. Yonghwa held the phone in front of Hongki's face, grinning as Hongki's eyes widened, the younger meeting his eyes for the first time.
"Where did you get that?" Hongki asked, taking the headphones from his ears and hanging them around his neck.
"The internet. All you need is the right search term." Yonghwa explained, the smirk on his face widening as video-Hongki moaned particularly loudly. "You moan like a whore, Hongki. Well, I suppose, that's what you are."
"Yonghwa."
"Such a dirty little mouth." Yonghwa continued, his fingers reaching out and smoothing Hongki's cheeks, before moving, resting under his chin and angling his head upwards. "I want to put it to good use. Those lips stretched around my cock, sucking like the slut that you are."
"Yonghwa." Hongki pleaded. "What do you want?"
"Leave him." Yonghwa said. "Leave your boyfriend, and be mine."
Hongki blinked rapidly, unable to say anything. This was what he was afraid of, that someone would recognise him, find a video and use it against him.
"I'll give you some time to think about it." Yonghwa said calmly, before claiming Hongki's lips, sucking Hongki's plump lower lip into his mouth. "Don't make me wait too long, Hongki, or this might fall into the wrong hands. I'm sure Cho Kyuhyun, or Park Jungsu would love to see this. Maybe I'll even show it to President Choi." Yonghwa gave Hongki a small smile before pulling away, shutting off the video and slipping his phone into his pockets. "I'll be waiting." He called over his shoulder as he exited the studio.
Hongki shuddered as the door slammed shut, breathing deeply and trying to calm his frantically beating heart. He fumbled in his jacket pocket, pulling out his own cell phone, there was only one person he could think to talk about this with.
~###~
"Hongki, you sounded weird on the phone, what's going on?"
Hongki looked up as he heard the voice, his vision filling with the familiar body. "Hyung, I'm screwed."
Heechul stopped the inappropriate joke that was about to leave his mouth as he spotted Hongki's grief stricken face. "What's wrong?" He asked, taking a seat opposite Hongki. They were currently sat in the cafe close to Heechul's office, the same cafe that Jonghun worked at, the younger male currently at his other job.
"He found out. Heechul, he fucking found out." Hongki said in hushed tones.
"Jonghun already knows." Heechul reminded.
"No, the idol I'm working with at the moment." Hongki explained. "He found a video of me on the internet, he remembered the stupid nickname you used to call me. He wants me to leave Jonghun, or he'll tell my superiors."
"Want me to kick his ass?" Heechul joked, reaching over the table and taking Hongki's drink, taking a long sip of the sweet coffee before placing it back on the table. Truthfully, Heechul didn't know what to do or how to advise Hongki.
"What should I do, Hyung? Should I leave Jonghun for him? Should I tell Jonghun and try and work something out with him? Should I tell Kyuhyun and Jungsu? I don't know what to do." Hongki pulled at his hair, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
"I can't tell you what to do, Hongki." Heechul said, reaching over the table once again and smoothing his thumb over Hongki's cheeks, removing the evidence of tears falling. "Only you can decide what to do. I wish I could make this all better for you, I really do. It's my fault that you got into the adult video industry, and I regret that every day."
Hongki shook his head. "You warned me, hyung, and I did it anyway. It's my fault, please don't let this burden you."
"Hongki, I know you'll decide the best thing to do. Give it some thought, but don't stress too much. Things are never as bad as they seem." Heechul said, before standing and pressing a kiss to Hongki's head in a comforting manner. "I'm going to go and talk to my president, see if there is anything he can do."
"Thanks, hyung."