CHAPTER SEVEN
The five met at YG headquarters as instructed, all arriving at different times. It had been just over a month since they were last together, so it was going to be good to spend the next couple of weeks together before continuing their respective breaks. Seunghyun was the last to arrive, late like he always was. Except for four days ago, Jiyong bit his lip to keep the giddy little giggle that threatened to burst out of him. His eyes lit up as Seunghyun strode towards them – almost as though the world were his catwalk – as they continued to chat and catch up on what each had been doing for the last little while.
Jiyong couldn’t keep his eyes off of Seunghyun as he walked towards them. Even though he’d only seen him last night, he wanted to run into his arms and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe. Instead, he remained in place and watched as he approached doing his utmost to keep his quiet yearning in check. He was downright resplendent in tight black jeans, a grey long sleeved shirt and thick black-rimmed glasses. Jiyong felt as though he was going to choke on his own tongue.
Seungri broke from the group first, running up to Seunghyun and latching on to him with unrestrained glee. Seunghyun laughed at the maknae’s antics and asked that he let go a little so he could breathe. Seungri relented with a small apology and explained that it was just because he missed his hyung so much.
Youngbae and Daesung approached and each hugged him eagerly in turn, both excitedly chatting and wanting to know what their hyung had been up to. Jiyong didn’t move. He was incapable. To approach him now would be too much. Seunghyun smirked at him and he felt like he was going to crack. He put on the most serious face he could muster and ordered the others to head into the studio telling them that he and Seunghyun would be there shortly. Once the others were out of sight, Jiyong walked away giving Seunghyun no choice but to follow cautiously. Jiyong rounded a corner with Seunghyun following closely behind.
As he rounded the corner, Jiyong’s arm flashed out and he was dragged into a small empty office, the door slammed shut behind him. Jiyong forced him back against the wall crushing his lips against Seunghyun’s. He leaned up into him, his tongue tenderly slipping past the border of Seunghyun’s lips, eagerly tasting him. Traces of coffee, mint and a million things all Seunghyun flooded his senses. Seunghyun caressed his cheek, his lips parting to allow him all the access he needed. Jiyong pushed forward as they kissed, hips compressed together until Seunghyun finally pulled him back, smiling down at his love.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he said as he swept a thumb across Jiyong’s cheek. Jiyong sighed against him as he rested his head against his shoulder.
“Hey, gorgeous. I missed you,” Jiyong said, catching his breath. Seunghyun let out a small rumbling laugh as Jiyong slipped his arms around him and held him close.
“Yeah, I think I got that memo,” he said smirking down at the younger man.
“Aish!” Jiyong retorted with a playful little jab to his ribs, smiling against him.
Seunghyun lifted his chin and kissed him languidly before pulling away.
“I missed you more, Ji,” his eyes expressing his secret yearning. He sighed heavily before lifting Jiyong’s hand to kiss along his knuckles.
Jiyong leaned up to press a tender kiss against his lips and whispered: “I love you, Seunghyun.” Seunghyun felt warmth blooming in his chest and radiating through him at Jiyong’s words. No, I’ll never tire of hearing that.
“I love you so much, Jiyong. Let’s get today done so we can get out of here and we can make love until it’s tomorrow again,” Seunghyun breathed against the shell of his air making Jiyong shudder.
“You know these two weeks are going to be the hardest of my life, not being able to touch you as much as I want to, not being able to kiss you,” Jiyong leaned up to claim his mouth in a smouldering kiss once again.
Seunghyun manoeuvred him back gently: “God-fuck-Ji, we need to stop or I’m going to take you – right here right now – on that desk,” he pointed behind Jiyong. “Seriously, we need to get out of here. You’re too fucking much, sweetheart,” Seunghyun leaned his forehead against Jiyong’s with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. Jiyong reluctantly pulled away from him.
Jiyong cleared his throat and gave himself a little shake before asserting firmly: “Okay, we really really really need to be GD and TOP.”
Seunghyun nodded in understanding. Nothing more needed to be said; they implicitly understood that being at work was going to be difficult and they needed to remember the eyes of the world were on them.
“Follow me in a few minutes. I’ll tell the others that I was… making sure you’d be ready to learn the new choreography in record time,” Jiyong teased. Seunghyun glared at him defiantly.
“Well, I guess they won’t have a hard time swallowing that,” Seunghyun bristled. “I’ll remember to occasionally fuck it up to keep in line with what’s expected.” Seunghyun folded his arms across his chest.
Jiyong felt his heart clench. T.O.P’s (not Seunghyun’s) bingu-choom status wasn’t for nothing and it was all his own doing. It was a complete ruse and Jiyong knew the truth; he’d always known it. It was something Seunghyun started just to make the others laugh and before long, it became accepted and eventually expected of him. Jiyong immediately regretted that he’d fired off the gibe so carelessly.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby. I know you’ve got rhythm in spades, sweet boy,” Jiyong leaned in to kiss him again with a gentle roll of his hips against his groin. “Please forgive me,” Jiyong pleaded quietly against his ear.
A little grunt escaped Seunghyun as he gently moved him back.
“I shouldn’t have to remind you, Ji but I will if that’s what it comes down to,” he said, all traces of his momentary ire fading. Jiyong moved to kiss him again and Seunghyun allowed him, responding with the same ardent need.
“Promise?” Jiyong husked against his ear before he moved away. Seunghyun leaned back with a broad smile, dimples on full display and Jiyong’s heart skipped a beat.
“You need to go, before they send out the search party. I love you, now go!” Seunghyun ordered and Jiyong did as he was asked. Before he left, he looked back and mouthed GD and TOP with a wide grin and thumbs up. Seunghyun laughed and nodded as he shooed him out of the office.
*
The next few days were filled with meetings about the video shoot for Emotion. YGEX was rereleasing a best of in Japan and decided that a relaunch needed a music video. A lot of the work had already been done in their absence so it was a matter of choosing which type of video and the styling they wanted to go with. They’d gone through all the specs and made their choice.
Choreography practice started the following day and they’d go through the motions – including Seunghyun’s orchestrated fumbles – for the next few days until it was time to shoot.
*
Closed Set “Emotion”, Day One.
Jiyong was alone for a brief pause; he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes as he tried to calm his breathing. He needed a break, a few minutes to regain his composure. It was a battle he was fast losing.
Today had been particularly hard for Jiyong. They were doing zooming close-ups as part of a club scene. Every time the playback hit Seunghyun’s “Come baby, come baby, come”, he would try not to watch but he was compelled, completely transfixed by Seunghyun on the playback screen. As Seunghyun did his individual pieces to camera, he smouldered – pure molten sin – his eyes conveying all the deliciously wicked ways in which he was going to get you there.
Jiyong had been on the receiving end of each and every one over the past couple of weeks and watching him expressing it in front of the cameras made his insides tremble. Seunghyun licked his lips – salacious and slow – at the end and Jiyong mouthed a silent ‘fuck’. If anyone asked, he would simply say that he was worried about what the censors would think. It wasn’t because Seunghyun had just made all the blood in his body drain directly into his groin.
Since they started work on this project, it seemed that Seunghyun’s bedroom eyes were always trained on him, the easy seduction in his voice, his physical presence, everything about his boyfriend dripped pure sex and it was completely effortless on his behalf. Jiyong found that being in such close proximity made it virtually impossible not to be in a near constant state of arousal and he felt utterly helpless against his visceral reactions. Right now, he wanted to curse the makeup artists and the coordi-noonas for their brilliant work in making his ludicrously sexy lover even hotter.
His dark feline eyes were emphasised to perfection, his hair coiffed just so and they’d poured him into black PVC pants with a long black fitted dress coat. It was too much. Every infinitesimal fibre of Jiyong’s being wanted to jump his bones right then and there, to dig his fingers into those perfect thighs, sink his teeth into the soft flesh of his throat while he fucked him senseless until beautiful and filthy litanies fell from those sweet lips and white-hot lava poured from him.
If this was a test, he was going to fail spectacularly. He swallowed thickly and left the studio to regain some composure. It seemed that Seunghyun had other ideas about Ji getting any respite. When the director called for everyone to take twenty Seunghyun took his opportunity to find Jiyong. When he found him in the hallway, he decided to do something with the few minutes they had to themselves.
Seunghyun swept past him with a devious smirk. He reached out and grabbed Jiyong’s wrist breaking his silent musing. Jiyong looked around to see if anyone would see them and thankfully no one was in sight. Jittery anticipation rebounded around his insides as he followed. Seunghyun dragged him into an empty dressing room forcing Jiyong back against the door, his lips latching onto the soft flesh of his throat. Jiyong moaned under him as Seunghyun moved to claim his lips, tongue sweeping into his mouth as he pulled him into a blistering kiss.
Jiyong moaned as he pushed him back. “Baby, we can’t–” he began half-heartedly, his resolve quickly crumbling. Seunghyun drove his hips forward again pinning him against the door, dark eyes locking Jiyong in a fiery gaze. His fingers found their way under his shirt as he continued his heated ministrations, his eyes challenging Jiyong to stop him as his tongue ran in a slow sweep across the seam of his lips. Jiyong was hypnotised, his eyes followed Seunghyun’s tongue along its slow path, hips slanting forward involuntarily. Seunghyun knew exactly how to get his way and Jiyong relented with a husky “Please…” Seunghyun rocked his hips forward, the friction sending pleasurable little jolts splintering out from his groin as Jiyong closed his eyes.
Seunghyun pushed his knee in between Jiyong’s legs moving them apart and he complied wordlessly, needing the friction. Anything. He was impossibly hard and out of his mind with intense desire as Seunghyun kissed slow trails along his throat, his hands busying themselves unbuckling Jiyong’s belt and slipping his pants down.
Seunghyun dropped to his knees palming Jiyong’s aching hardness through his boxers. He inhaled sharply at the contact his head snapped back against the door as his eyes fluttered closed. “God Seunghyun, please,” he whimpered as he continued to caress him through the restrictive fabric.
Seunghyun flicked his eyes up at Jiyong, seven layers of smoky sin bored into him as he spoke. “Shhhh. Don’t you worry about a thing, sweetheart.”
With that, he slipped Jiyong’s boxers down exposing his erection. Without another word, Seunghyun’s lips were wrapped around the tip of Jiyong’s cock; tongue teasing along the leaking slit swallowing down his precum. Jiyong hissed and bit down on his bottom lip at the sensation of Seunghyun’s hot mouth closing around him.
Seunghyun took all of Jiyong’s length in one swift motion making Jiyong bite back a moan, the slick heat threatening to undo him in no time at all. Jiyong bucked his hips forward as Seunghyun swallowed him, his length deliciously suctioned between his tongue and the back of his throat. Jiyong was fast losing control, the intense heat of Seunghyun’s mouth surrounding him as he began to move, his tongue swirling around the underside of his manhood; throaty little whimpers breaking from him as his body tensed under his lovers skilful attentions.
Seunghyun wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock to stroke him in time with his head’s movements as he started humming low. The reverberation of Seunghyun’s deep drone tingled at the base of his spine making him an incoherent wreck as he fell apart. Jiyong’s hips snapped forward and he bit down on his lip to stifle the guttural roar lodged in his throat as he came. Seunghyun kept up his punishing suction until the last pulse was wrung out of him. Jiyong slid to the floor, his entire body vibrated and hummed. Seunghyun swooped in crushing his lips and flicked his tongue inside his mouth, kissing him hard and urgent as Jiyong tried to catch his breath.
Jiyong tasted himself on the back of his tongue and it made him giddy. Seunghyun pulled back, smirking at him. He looked exactly like the cat that got the cream and Jiyong chuckled at the thought, considering what they’d just done. Jiyong quickly redressed and Seunghyun pouted momentarily before the wicked Cheshire grin reappeared.
“What… was… that… for?” Jiyong panted as he readjusted himself in his sitting position, his tongue flicking between his lips.
“Well, you looked like you needed a little something to help you relax. You’ve been as twitchy and tense as an alley cat all day so I figured I’d… uh… help relieve some of that tension,” Seunghyun purred low making Jiyong’s breath hitch.
“Mmf, not my fault,” he whined, bottom lip jutting out in his signature pout. “Not with you being so incredibly fucking hot and the coordi-noonas dressing you in the tightest PVC pants known to man!” Ji moaned wantonly as he slid a finger along his inner thigh to emphasise his point. Seunghyun closed his eyes as a small breathless whimper escaped him. He grabbed Jiyong’s hand and pushed it away before it got any higher. Seunghyun met his eyes again with a small admonishing click of his tongue.
“Ooh, we don’t have time for that right now, sweetheart. They’ll be calling us back to set soon. Couldn’t have you running around giving the game away. Your poker face could use a little work, Ji,” Seunghyun smiled and quirked an eyebrow at him. Fucker. Jiyong smacked his arm making him laugh.
“I’m going to make it up to you in so… many… ways my love,” Jiyong responded, half-lidded eyes locked on Seunghyun’s with his bottom lip caught behind his teeth as he pulled Seunghyun in to recapture his lips. Seunghyun smiled against him. He knew Jiyong would, in abundance and then some, and he could barely fucking wait. He pulled Jiyong on top of him and kissed him like they had all the time in the world, his arms pulling him in tight, tongues languidly exploring new and familiar territory.
Before long, they were being called back to set. Seunghyun brought a finger up to his lips as footsteps approached. They both quickly rearranged themselves in the mirror making sure everything that had fallen out of place was firmly back in it’s correct position. No, nothing’s been going on here.
Seunghyun motioned that he would leave first and that Jiyong should follow a few minutes later when the coast was clear. He reclaimed Jiyong’s mouth again in a chaste press of lips, his tongue softly tracing along the edge of his bottom lip making Jiyong push up into the kiss.
“GD and TOP, remember? We got this, baby,” he said quietly and Jiyong nodded.
Seunghyun quickly pulled away and kissed his forehead. He kept Jiyong behind the door as he quickly slipped out of the room and raced back to the set. Jiyong waited, his head back against the door, his entire body tingling from their brief encounter.
He knew this was going to be difficult but until today, had no clear concept of just how difficult. Seunghyun was right; he was going to have to work on maintaining G-Dragon and keeping his hunger for Seunghyun in check when they were at work. If only he could convince his body to co-operate, he’d be fine. Jiyong was convinced that it wasn’t his fault that Seunghyun made him feel like a horny teenager all the time.
After a few minutes, he slipped out of the dressing room and made his way back to the set to film his close-ups. The makeup artist was making a few final touches to make sure everything was in place before they started. She grinned at her work before she flitted away again. A smirk played on Jiyong’s lips when he saw Seunghyun sitting behind the playback desk. Poker face, huh? We’ll see about that, Jiyong smirked to himself. The director called for quiet on set and to start rolling playback. Jiyong looked directly down the barrel knowing full well that Seunghyun wouldn’t be able to look away.
Jiyong pulled out all the stops – all the things he did to get under Seunghyun’s skin were all on show. When the director called “Cut!” Jiyong cast a sly glance over at Seunghyun who was squirming uncomfortably in his seat while doing his utmost to look the exact opposite of bothered with little success. Hook, line and sinker, Jiyong thought as a triumphant little chuckle bubbled out of him.
“Perfect, Jiyong! We might just call you one-take Kwon if you keep that up.” The director smiled and clapped a hand on his shoulder refocussing his attention. Jiyong bowed his full ninety-degrees and thanked him.
“I don’t know what your motivation was, but your fans are seriously gonna lose their collective shit when this comes out. Between you and Seunghyun, the fans are gonna go wild over this one. That was some seriously hot stuff, man. Good job!” The director beamed at him and Jiyong bowed again, grinning widely.
The director turned to the cast and crew. “OK, that’s a wrap for today people. See you all on set at seven-thirty tomorrow morning!” Jiyong was making his way over to Seunghyun to revel in his little victory but Daesung, Youngbae and Seungri had already gathered at his side. Jiyong swallowed it down; there’d be time to review today’s events later. He sent them off to their dressing rooms to get changed and told them to meet him by the stage door in fifteen.
He needed to get them out of here before Seungri starting complaining about the lack of food and how his stomach was going to collapse in on itself if he didn’t eat again soon. He also wanted to get their meal over and done with so he could make his excuses and slip away to be with Seunghyun for the night. The prospect made his pulse flutter and he smiled. Jiyong marched them all out to the van, waiting for Seunghyun to go last. When the others were well out of sight he playfully slapped his pert behind, making the elder yelp in surprise.
“Hey! What was that for?” he asked incredulously as he rubbed the tingling spot on his backside.
“Consider it an act of foreplay, baby. Weren’t you taught to never start what you couldn’t finish?” Jiyong whispered behind his hand and batting his eyelashes before following the others out into the night, leaving Seunghyun staring at his back open-mouthed. Jiyong turned and held his hands up in surrender mouthing a silent not my fault. Seunghyun shook his head and laughed as he finally made his way into the van behind him.
They found a small restaurant not far from the studio where they ate and drank and toasted the day’s success. The five were together again even it was for a short time. They talked about what they planned to do with the rest of their time off when they finished the shoot, poked fun at each other and told lame jokes like they always did and likely always would.
Jiyong’s heart swelled in their company. He hadn’t realised that he’d missed the five of them together like this and he looked forward to whatever the future would bring, with all of them, and in particular with his beloved Seunghyun, by his side. He knew in his heart that they’d all be fine and he smiled broadly before shouting for another raucous soju toast.
As they sat together in a small non-descript restaurant in the back streets of Seoul, anticipation coiled low in Seunghyun’s belly and beat a staccato rhythm in his veins as he counted down the hours until he could finally be secreted away with Jiyong to disintegrate in the arms of his love.
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