by J. S. Lee
“This is true, hyungnim,” Youngbin agreed. “We have done busking shows with no lights before. If it means the venue will be ready sooner, let’s work with whatever lights they have.”
Sungmin turned on his heel and marched out of the room, without saying a word. “Is it me,” said JongB, watching the door close behind him, “or is he really stressed?”
I was sure he was trying to make me feel a little better, but it wasn’t working. He wasn’t the only one who was stressed. I gave him a grateful smile nonetheless and grabbed my bag. If lights weren’t changing, I might as well get my own lighting checks done for later.
I wandered through the backstage area to the stage, trying to calm myself down. I had become so invested in this show that I was allowing myself to get as worked up as Sungmin when that wasn’t my job. It was hard not to, and that was why I had left the green room; I didn’t want the others to know. Especially not Xiao who had to be part-empath or something.
When I sensed someone behind me, I was sure he had figured me out and followed me, so I wasn’t surprised when I discovered it was Xiao following me. “You seem stressed,” he informed me.
He wrapped a hand around mine and pulled me into the first room he could. It was a meeting room of some description. It had a long table underneath the window, with others upside down on the top. Left haphazardly around the room were chairs. Some were in tall stacks, but a few were just abandoned in the middle of the floor.
I stopped in surprise at the voices in there, then realized it was coming from behind the windows. We were right by the line. Once I realized that the windows were covered in something, I relaxed.
It wasn’t a curtain, but a sticker. It reminded me of the Hello Kitty window stickers over the Love Motel windows in Tokyo. That brought a coy smile to my lips, remembering what Xiao and I had gotten up to in there.
“What are you thinking of?” Xiao asked. He spoke quietly, and I had to concentrate on what he was saying over the dull throb of conversation out of the window. Someone had bought speakers and I could also hear a Hyuna song playing too.
“Sex,” I replied. Xiao stopped, arching an eyebrow at me. I shrugged. “You asked.” Lust appeared in his eyes, and just like that, I was turned on. “This probably isn’t…” I trailed off at the sight of the erection growing in his shorts.
I wasn’t the only one getting turned on.
Xiao, with moves like a cat, pounced on me, his lips claiming mine with determination. No sooner had his tongue slid in my mouth, claiming my own with equal ferocity, his hands were running over my body, making me gasp into him. He had shed me of my jacket and vest top at record speed. Wearing nothing but my bra up top, he freed one breast from a cup, his mouth finally leaving mine to take my nipple in his mouth.
My back arched, and I let out a low moan as he gently took the tip of my nipple between his teeth, pulling as he sucked.
As I lowered my head forward, my hands finding his hair, I realized we weren’t alone in the room. “JongB…”
Xiao looked up, pulling away with a frown. “I’m Xiao.”
I pointed behind him, and he turned his head, spotting the younger member.
With a low growl in the back of his throat, he grabbed the back of a nearby chair and shoved it towards JongB, the chair legs making a squeal across the wooden floor, stopping just short of him. “If you’re staying, sit down and guard the door.”
Without giving him a second look, Xiao returned his attention to my breast. Across from me, somewhat surprised, JongB tentatively reached for the chair, pulling it all the way to him. He set it down directly in front of the door and sat down on it, his stare never leaving me.
My breathing hitched as Xiao reached behind me, deftly unhooking my bra and shedding me of it. As one hand continued to work at my nipple, the other flung the bra over my head and at JongB.
Oh. Fuck. Me.
Xiao switched his attention to my other nipple, the cool air keeping the first erect and thrumming. Like the feeling between my legs. I ground up against him, wanting to relieve some of that ache. Once more, his teeth gently nipped me. “Oh!” I gasped.
Fingers traced over my stomach, down to my jeans, unfastening the button and pulling the zipper down. Only then did Xiao step back. His fingers hooked through my belt loops and he tugged them down sharply. I quickly toed my Converse off so that I could shed the denim completely.
Wearing only a pair of black lace panties, I should have been cold in that frigid room, but I wasn’t. My body was hot under both Xiao and JongB’s scorching gaze. My stare was returning JongB’s. He was in the chair rubbing at his erection through his sweat pants.
When Xiao cupped me, running over that lace fabric, pulling my attention back to him, I shivered. “You’re already wet for me.”
Hell yes, I was.
I nodded.
“Good,” he murmured, bringing his mouth close to my ear so JongB couldn’t hear. “Because we’re going to put on a show for JongB.” I wasn’t sure if it was his words or his hand pushing the lace up into me as he roughly ran his fingertip along me which had me almost coming.
With his hand firmly cupping me, he guided me backwards to a chair, only letting go when I had sat down. He kneeled down in front of me, pulling my panties down and then, after balling them up, threw them directly at JongB’s face. As JongB scooped them up, Xiao’s head dove between my legs.
It did not take long for Xiao’s masterful tongue to bring me to an orgasm. I collapsed back into the chair, thankful for the ice-like plastic against my back as pleasure shot through me.
Xiao leaned forward, a hand grasping gently at either side of my face as he kissed me.
“My turn?” JongB suggested.
Xiao pulled away, arching an eyebrow. “No, you just watch.”
“We’re not done?” I asked. “I need to-”
“Come again,” Xiao finished for me. “I know I can do that before we all have to get ready.” He leaned in again. “Besides, I kinda like seeing JongB squirm.”
I must admit, I kinda liked that too.
I met Xiao’s gaze, quirked the side of my mouth up into a smirk, and nodded.
“Good,” he said, pulling his cock free of his shorts. I was ready to tell him that I wanted him to take the shorts and his wifebeater off too, but he was already easing himself inside me.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. To hell with everything including rational thought.
Xiao’s arms slid under the bend of my knee, grasping at the base of the chair either side of my ass, and he started thrusting. Gently at first, then picking up speed.
As my moans filled the room, I couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, watching JongB who couldn’t take his eyes off us. He had pulled his own cock out of his pants and was jerking himself off – my panties wrapped around his fist.
I wasn’t sure if Xiao wanted my attention back on him, or if he really was keen to put on a show for JongB – or both, but he stood, picking me and the chair up and continued to work me up and down the length of his cock. With each drop down, he went deeper inside of me.
I clutched at his arms, feeling his muscles work as he rode me up and down his cock, my legs over his shoulders. I had no idea what it looked like to JongB. I didn’t get the opportunity to look at his expression before my core was tightening around Xiao’s cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as Xiao continued to drive himself deep inside me, making me want to shout his name again and again. Instead, I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle the words that left me, vaguely aware of the fans on the other side of the window.
Finally, Xiao hit his orgasm. One hand slid around my back, pulling me to him as the other only just stopped the chair from crashing to the floor. Clutching at his wide shoulders to brace myself as he did some magic to allow my legs to move down and wrap around his torso, I locked my gaze with his as he continued to jerk into me. Fuck a duck – he was strong.
It was only the sound of JongB groaning behind us that
had us both looking at him. I watched as he came into my panties. I moaned, turned on again, but then let out a small yelp as Xiao nipped at my nipple. “Nuh-uh, my tai hau. Only I get to make you come now.”
He gently eased me off him, then set me down on the ground. “Do you feel better?”
I nodded, but frowned. “I’m not sure I feel up to working anymore.”
Xiao cocked his head, then, after quickly tucking himself back into his shorts, righted the chair and urged me to sit down in it. He wandered around the room, gathering my discarded clothes and I leaned back, closing my eyes. I needed to work on my stamina because I was exhausted. Listening to the fans continuing to cheer and sing along to what was now a DAY6 song I recognized, I sighed, not caring that I was casually sat there, naked in front of two men.
I never thought I would ever think this, but there was a slight downside to dating five guys, especially five guys who didn’t have the greatest dating history considering eyes were always on them: too much sex. Between the five of them, they got to rest. I was exhausted.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d had the greatest sex of my life with these guys, and I sure as hell didn’t want it to stop, but I also needed to sleep. And eat. My appetite was through the roof and on days like today when I hadn’t had breakfast… I was going to have to prioritize better.
Something wiping between my legs had my eyes shooting open. I found Xiao kneeling in front of me once more, helping clean me, realizing too late he was using my goddamn bra to do so. “Xiao!” I objected.
“It was either nothing, or your panties. And I wasn’t touching those after JongB had finished with them.”
“Hey!” JongB objected from the other side of the room. “You threw them at me!”
We both ignored him.
“There is Kleenex in my jacket pocket.” Fuck my life. I was going to have to start bringing spare underwear with me. Xiao just shrugged. “Now what am I going to wear?” When he wiggled his eyebrows at me, I sighed.
I pulled on my vest top. It was a soft pink and clung. I might as well have been taking part in a wet t-shirt competition. Which meant the jacket wasn’t coming off all night. Cussing Xiao out, I yanked my jeans on, nearly sending my foot through a rip and making it bigger. While Xiao chuckled to himself, I stood, zipping myself up. Commando felt weird.
I sat back down to put my Converse on and encountered my next problem with a pleasurable gasp. Tight jeans plus a high waist-band meant a seam running right along my slit. When I sat down, it rubbed against my already sensitive clit. The filthy grin Xiao gave me told me he knew exactly what was happening.
How the ever-loving fuck was I going to be able to crouch down to take photographs without giving myself a fucking orgasm every six seconds?
“I’m going to get you for that,” I promised him.
“I look forward to it.”
제 11 장
One Of Those Nights
My lack of underwear was the least of my problems. I had gone from stressed, to calm, to now, hot, bothered, and irritable.
And hungry.
I was starving. Because I’d been willing to put on a show for JongB, I’d had to go to the stage to check the lighting situation, while Xiao and JongB had gone back to the green room to eat. By the time I’d gone back there, there was an empty tray which had once had subs on it; only the garnish had survived, and I was not going to nibble on parsley.
We had managed to claw back the time and allowed entry to the venue on time. Right at the front of the line was my second least-favorite person in the world. ‘The Future Mrs. Yoon’, Anita, was back.
Just her presence was enough to rub me up the wrong way, distracting me from my clothing which was doing its best to rub me up the right way.
After agreeing with the lighting guys during my check that the best place for the photographs would be the stage, I was lining up fans for the photos, ready for when Onyx came out, and a security guard came over, urging everyone back and far away from the stage.
It was a helpful fan who translated for me to tell me that the venue wanted us to move back to make room for Onyx. The next thing I knew, they were coming out and standing in front of the stage. I turned to the security guard, my eyes wide in alarm. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no! You can’t do that.”
Unsurprisingly, he ignored me.
Sungmin walked over. “What’s the matter, Kate?”
“The lighting is terrible down here. We’d agreed to go on the stage.”
“The venue manager vetoed that. There is one way up from the front of house, and it’s too narrow to have people going up and down at the same time.”
“Then we send a group up and wait for them to come down before the next group goes up. That’s not rocket science.”
“I am not arguing with the venue manager on this, not after the start we had today,” Sungmin informed me, dryly. “Deal with it, Kate. You’re a professional.”
I was, but that didn’t mean I should have to put up with sub-par conditions. Only, I did, because there was no other option. I didn’t like it at all though. I tried my best, getting the lighting crew to put the house lights on, but they were still dim and cast a yellow glow over the groups.
Trying to compensate, I made Onyx take a step forward so that they were more in the light. It helped a little, but not much. Meanwhile, I could hear Anita complaining behind me, to anyone that would listen, that I was the photographer who got in the way of fan cams.
I was getting hotter and more irritable. I paused to pull my hair back into a ponytail, only for the band to snap as I tried.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
The upside was the fan who had translated for me. She and her friend helped me with the organizing of people, translating our instructions and making sure everyone listened to what I was saying. She took over directing people, her voice carrying nicely over the din of conversation, while her friend stood behind me, pointing a fan at the back of my neck: the real MVP.
It took a little longer than I wanted, and that was partly my fault. Onyx left and before I could move out of the way, the crowd surged forward. Once more, I was shoved to the side (and I could have sworn it was by Anita). I pushed my way to the side and took a breath, wiping at the back of my neck. I was hot and sweaty.
Instead of heading backstage, I went to the main doors, standing in the foyer where it was cooler. When the general admission fans started entering, I moved to the side to let them pass. I was going to kill Xiao later: no panties I could handle, but I desperately wanted to take my jacket off.
Instead, I had to head back inside and fight my way to the front of the stage. By the time I had gotten there, feeling the sweat run down the small of my back, I knew going outside had been a waste of time.
Thankfully, Onyx had cut their break short and brought us back to the scheduled start time. The venue erupted into screams as the music pumped through the speakers and Onyx started the show.
Towards the middle, when the game would have taken place, Onyx sat down to chat with the audience. I hadn’t thought about it until then, but the games had been organized by the promotor and I was guessing no one had thought to check if there was anything on social media to indicate what the fans had asked for.
As far as I could tell, the audience didn’t seem bothered by the lack of games. They were more bothered at the fact the air conditioning seemed to not be working. The venue was hot. Even Onyx had handheld electric fans when they weren’t singing.
I didn’t. I was feeling dehydrated and light-headed. I forced myself to ignore it, doing my job, until, finally, it was the last number. Only when the house lights came on, did I allow myself to sink to the floor, and lean back against the wall. I felt like a battery-powered toy whose batteries had almost run out.
I didn’t move until Sungmin appeared in front of me. “Are you OK?” he asked in concern.
I nodded, my eyes closed. “I am hot, hungry, and probably dehydrated. I just want to get home, drink three lit
ers of water and have a cold shower.”
“We can leave now,” Sungmin told me. I poked an eye open and saw him offering me a hand. I took it, surprised when the dizziness sent me stumbling into him. “Careful!”
“I’m sorry,” I rubbed at the back of my neck. It was boiling.
“Maybe you should take that jacket off?”
“No!” I snapped, quickly. Then I apologized again at Sungmin’s shocked expression. “I just need to get back to the hotel and sleep.”
Sungmin nodded and took my bag off me. I was touched at the gesture. I followed him backstage to the side door where a taxi was waiting for us. “Where is everyone else?”
“I sent them ahead. I didn’t realize you weren’t with them until the venue manager mentioned you still being by the stage.” He titled his head, frowning as he looked at me. “Are you sure you are OK? This isn’t a side effect of your concussion?”
I thought back to the concussion I had gotten in Las Vegas, and then shook my head. “That was too long ago. It’s just overheating.”
Sungmin pulled his own bag off his back and produced a bottle of water from it. “It’s not cold anymore.”
I didn’t care. I took it, forcing myself to sip it. It made me feel a little bit better. I drew it out, making it last until we got back to the hotel. Which was when the next problem of the night occurred. “Sungmin, why is there a crowd outside the hotel?”
Sungmin, who had been busy on his phone, looked up and frowned. “This is not a couple of people.”
“Huh?” I asked, blankly.
“Ina had messaged to say a couple of fans were waiting outside of the hotel when they arrived back. The guys got inside safely and are waiting in their rooms.” He looked at the crowd again. There had to be maybe thirty people there. “Either Ina was underestimating, or this has grown.”
“What do we do?”
“Nothing. It’s raining. They will go home soon.”
His voice was calm, but I could see worry in his eyes. I didn’t question him though. Instead, I got out of the car and walked into the hotel, ignoring the comments as we walked past (mainly because it was in French and I couldn’t understand it).
