Onyx: Unity

by J. S. Lee

  “But I do love you. And you love me?” JongB handed me a fresh towel.

  I took it off him and dried my face. “Yes,” I told him, firmly. “But I also love Youngbin, Jiwon, Xiao, MinMin and CX.” I sucked in a deep breath. I’d never had this conversation with any of them; I figured there would be a time when we’d all be discussing the future – without worrying about crazy psycho fans. I led JongB back to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. “I don’t think there’s a single country in the world that recognizes a woman marrying multiple men. Much as I love your gesture, I’d rather marry none of you than one of you.” I leaned back into the pillows as JongB got onto the bed beside me. “And would it be just that? We’re all in this.”

  “Do you want to get married?” JongB asked me as he rolled onto his side.

  This was possibly the last person I envisioned having this conversation with. “I did,” I admitted. “Now, I don’t know. Maybe?”

  “What about kids?”

  “A little boy,” I grinned.

  JongB pulled a face. “You don’t want a boy. I’m a boy. We smell.”

  “You want a girl?” I asked in disbelief.

  “Two of them,” he grinned.

  I burst into laughter. If he honestly thought girls would be the easier option, he was going to be whipped the moment they were born.

  “But I didn’t want them now,” he admitted, reaching over for my hand. “I mean, if that had been a different outcome, I still wouldn’t go anywhere, but I wanted to be with Onyx until enlistment and then, marry a woman I love, start a family, and wait for the rest of Onyx to return so we could continue being Onyx.”

  “You’re going to enlist?” I asked, surprised.

  JongB shook his head. “I’m American. You’ve seen the passport; I don’t need to enlist. But the others do. There will come a time when some of us are in the army, and I don’t know what Atlantis has planned for us – probably solo projects. I want to act. And be an MC. But enlistment is when fans generally find dating more acceptable.”

  I had never considered that. Xiao was the eldest, but he was Chinese. Youngbin was next and he was close to enlistment age. Hell, it could be coming up at any point over the next two years. It could be seven years before CX would go in.

  Dating an idol was not simple.

  “Don’t look like that,” JongB chided me, gently.

  I blinked, focusing back on him. “Like what?

  “Like it’s the end of the world.” JongB leaned over, gently cupping my cheek. “We’re going nowhere.”

  His hand slid down my neck to my shoulder as he kissed me. Slow, tender; full of reassurance. I closed my eyes, moaning into JongB’s mouth as his hand moved to my breast.

  With firm yet gentle kisses, he pulled us upright, never breaking the kiss until he was pulling my top off. With it discarded off the edge of the bed, JongB sat back, his eyes roaming my body like they were his hands, memorizing every curve and line.

  His gaze flicked up to meet mine. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  God, I loved this man.

  I reached for his t-shirt, pulling it over the top of his head with his help. Getting the hint, he removed his pants while I stripped down to my bra and panties. When I turned back to him, I was greeted by his erection.

  Both of my hands went to his chest, pushing him backwards. A massive grin appeared on his face as I straddled him. It was quickly replaced by a sharp inhalation of breath as I rubbed my core down the length of his cock.

  I brought my mouth to his. It took nothing for me to get him to allow my tongue in. While my tongue teased the length of his, my body ground up and down his length.

  Although my hands were on his shoulders for support, JongB’s moved to my waist, his warm hands massaging my sides, before they reached up and unclipped my bra. I pulled back, though continuing to grind against him, needing the feeling as much as he did.

  “I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” JongB told me.

  “Me too,” I promised him. It came out as a gasp as he massaged my breasts, teasing my nipples.

  I dropped my mouth back to his, forcing myself to keep my pace as he played with me, kneading, twisting; making me moan and whimper in his mouth. Then a hand left my breast and slid under the waistband of my panties. I sat back, changing the angle of my body so he could reach my clit. “Oh, yes!” I gasped.

  And then there was a cough.

  We froze, staring at each other in panic.

  The cough had come from the wall behind the bedhead. “Eunhye?” JongB asked in a whisper.

  I shook my head. “She’s the other side. That’s Taeyoon.”

  JongB grinned. “Then he’s probably jerking off to it. I would be.”

  His finger rubbed at my clit and I couldn’t stop my back from arching, though I did manage to clamp a hand over my mouth just before I audibly approved of his actions.

  And then my other hand gripped his. “If Taeyoon can hear us, Eunhye can.”

  “Fine,” JongB huffed. “I’ll go finish in the bathroom.”

  Before he could get up, my hand was in the middle of his chest, holding him where he was. “Or maybe I can help with that.”

  “What about you?”

  “You let me worry about me,” I grinned. I took both of his wrists, moving them behind his head. I leaned down and kissed him. “You just enjoy,” I muttered in his ear before resuming kissing and grinding up against his body, making sure my nipples were brushing up against his chest.

  Fighting against my own building frustration, I focused on JongB, taking my time moving down his body, kissing and licking every nook and crevice. He kept his hands behind his head, watching me with hooded eyes and shallow breathing, occasionally bucking his hips as I sucked at sensitive areas.

  Finally, my head was between his legs, and I was staring at his cock. It was already damp, covered in traces of me; my panties had only lasted so long before my arousal had escaped.

  JongB scooted backwards, bringing himself more into a sitting position. I could see the anticipation in his eyes as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his head. My tongue ran around the tip of his cock, tasting him. He let out a low groan of approval. I moved down his shaft, tasting myself and him before I cupped his balls and continued my exploration with my tongue.

  When I took them in my mouth, JongB’s hands shot out from behind his head, clutching at the bedsheets either side of his ass. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, I started pumping my hand up and down it, slowly, taking my time as I licked and sucked his balls.

  I swapped, sinking JongB’s cock as far down my throat as I could while a hand cupped his balls. The low moans coming from JongB were as melodic as his rapping.

  Finally, as my head moved up and down his length, I brought my free hand to my clit. My moan was drowned by the cock down my throat. I was so wet and worked up, it wasn’t going to take me much to orgasm.

  I brought my head up and down his cock a few more times, waiting until his cock was in the back of my throat again before I slipped two fingers in myself. And then JongB’s hands were on the back of my head, urging me to take him deeper.

  I did as requested, my eyes locked on his. Moments later, I felt his cum in the back of my mouth. He flopped back, releasing me, but he never tore his gaze from me. Finally, he let out a long breath and closed his eyes.

  I pulled him free from my mouth, then clutched at his knee as I had my own orgasm. My teeth clamped down on my lower lip as I fought hard to keep quiet. At the last moment, JongB reached for the remote, turning the television on. A round of applause on a Mexican gameshow drowned out what was left of my orgasm.

  Then, I was being lifted up the bed and pulled against JongB. His fingers gently urged my face up to him, so that he could examine my mouth. “You’re bleeding.”

  “Worth it,” I sighed, licking my lip. He was right.

  But so was I.

  제 20 장

  How’re You Doi
ng?

  The Sao Paolo show ran smoother than the Mexico City show. Youngbin had recovered enough that Sungmin was happy for him to perform, even if he had only nibbled at food before then. While it was uneventful for behind the scenes drama, the Brazilian Gems had gifted Onyx with so many flowers in the backstage area, it was like stepping into a garden.

  I was sad when I couldn’t take them with us to Salvador. Unfortunately, being in Sao Paolo was a blink and you miss it, situation. Despite all the recommendations the group had to visit certain locations and attractions, we didn’t have the time, and with Youngbin not feeling well, he didn’t want to go out anyway.

  I spent what little time I had working on the Mexico City photographs. I had managed to finish them on the flight from Sao Paolo to the next stop, Salvador, but then I had the Sao Paolo photographs to take care of.

  Despite the fact I was splitting the work with Dongjun, I was still taking as many photographs as I had when it had been just me – Onyx were photogenic, and I enjoyed the subject.

  We arrived at the hotel in Salvador around lunch time, to beautiful blue skies and access to a private beach. It was also hot.

  Although we had been given the opportunity to go for a tour of the city, only Dongjun and Taeyoon accepted. The others had gone down to the beach, and I was in my bedroom, enjoying the air conditioning as I worked my way through the Sao Paolo shots.

  Or I was trying. I was being disturbed every five minutes by someone begging me to put on a bikini (or not, in JongB’s case – he was quite happy for me to skinny dip) and come down.

  I sat back in the chair and turned my attention outside. My hotel room had a view of the beach and the white sands did look inviting. “Kate West, you’re an idiot,” I suddenly declared. “You’re passing up an opportunity to watch Onyx in bathing suits.”

  The hell with that. I was in my bikini, a pair of shorts, and my flip flops, and down on the beach in less than ten minutes.

  Jiwon was lying down on a sun lounger underneath a large umbrella. Youngbin was on the other side of him, sheltering under the mottled shadows of a palm tree. I took the lounger on the far side, pulling it out into the sun.

  “You came down!” MinMin declared happily. He was carrying two cocktails and promptly handed one over to me.

  I took it and took a long sip. “I get to see you guys in swimwear,” I shrugged.

  “Pervert,” Youngbin muttered.

  I stared at him over the top of my sunglasses. “Say that without checking me out.” He was openly staring at my breasts.

  Jiwon had his phone pointed at me. When he saw me looking, he shrugged. “What’s that phrase? Take a photo, it lasts forever.”

  Close. “At least make it less obvious,” I told him.

  Jiwon lowered his phone and arched an eyebrow. “I can see your camera in your bag from here, Katie.”

  I grinned. “But I’m the official photographer, and it’s my job to take all the photos that are going to make the fans wet.”

  “Who’s wet?” Xiao asked.

  I whirled around. “Both of us, apparently,” I retorted. He had obviously come from the ocean, dripping water everywhere. His hair was hanging over his eyes in a way that was far too sexy to be legal. His bathing suit of choice was… tiny shorts which clung and showed off… everything.

  Xiao grinned. “I have that effect.”

  Sungmin walked past, carrying a beer, and shot a look of irritation in our direction. “Get a room,” he grumbled.

  The grin grew. “And our hyungnim has just given us his blessing to go have dirty sex.”

  “I did no such thing!” he snapped, irritably.

  I looked at Xiao, before glancing at Sungmin. While some of Onyx were wearing swimming shirts to cover up, they were all in swimwear. Even Ahreum and Eunhye who were sitting at a bar just up from where we were, were in swimsuits and kimonos. Sungmin was in jeans and a shirt. It had to be closer to a hundred degrees down on this beach.

  I turned back to Xiao. “I’ve just left my room,” I told him carefully. “Much as I appreciate the offer, I’m going to make the most of this sun. I should enjoy outside before we head back to Seoul and it becomes difficult again.”

  I threw a towel over the lounger and settled into it. Once comfortable, I pulled out the camera that Jiwon had correctly spotted. “Do you ever stop?” Youngbin asked.

  “Do you?” I countered.

  Yes, it was my job, but it was also fun. I enjoyed photography and I was lucky that I had such an amazing job. Having spent time in a sucky job before this, I was grateful. And that was before I took into consideration that this had taken me all around the world with the greatest bunch of people I knew.

  I spent the whole of the afternoon alternating between drinking cocktails, paddling in the ocean, taking photographs, and working on my tan.

  Of course, it meant that after dinner I was stuck in my room working on the editing of the show photographs, but it had been worth it.

  Until the following day when I woke up in pain. I was suffering from sunburn and I had a headache from hell, which was odd since I hadn't had that many cocktails the night before, and I had certainly sobered up by the time I had gone to bed.

  I dug out the painkillers from my bag and pulled on a pair of sunglasses, despite being inside. Maybe I was just getting old. Mid-twenties was when alcohol started to affect people differently, right?

  I detoured to the vending machine I had spotted in the lobby, buying four packets of potato chips. I normally wanted something salty and greasy the morning after drinking, and I was craving the salt right now. This was the best I could muster.

  “Weird breakfast choice,” CX muttered, sticking his hand in the packet and stealing a handful.

  “I went to the restaurant and the smell of eggs turned my stomach,” I told him, irritably. “I want salt.”

  “What’s up with you this morning?” he asked me.

  “Apparently, this is the new hangover.” I devoured the potato chips with CX watching me in disbelief.

  “And is that why you’re wearing sunglasses inside?”

  “Bite me,” I snapped. I balled the empty bags of chips up in my hand and stormed over to the trashcan by the door. I was not in the mood for the judgement this morning.

  By the time the show started, I felt worse. The headache was a dull pounding in the back of my head, my shoulders where the camera strap hung felt raw from the sunburn being rubbed at. At some point in the afternoon, nausea had kicked in, despite the fact I was starving and craving a burger.

  And I was in a foul mood because of it.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Sungmin asked as we got back to the hotel, the only one who had dared to speak to me.

  “Nothing,” I snapped. “I’m fine.”

  “Well, that’s a lie.”

  “You’d know all about that,” I snorted.

  Sungmin looked at me, warily. “What does that mean?”

  “You have spent the last few weeks pretending everything is fine with you when it’s clearly not. If you want to start calling someone on their lies, you can start by standing in front of a mirror and sorting your own shit out.” I marched away from him, ignoring MinMin and Xiao who had lingered around, probably to check on me, and returned to my room, slamming the door behind me.

  And then I promptly burst into tears.

  This was ridiculous and there was no need for me to be acting like this. I had about four hours before we needed to check out and head to the airport and I needed to try to sleep this funk off. I popped a few more painkillers and crawled into my bed.

  Sungmin was deliberately going out of his way to ignore me. Everyone else was treating me like I was a hibernating bear or a coiled snake – or a weird hybrid mix of both.

  The little sleep I’d managed to get had helped with the headache, but the nausea was still there. As was the guilt for what I’d said to Sungmin. It was uncalled for and I had been a bitch for no reason.

  “Do you want to
talk about it?” Xiao asked.

  He’d drawn the short straw and sat next to me. I stared out of the window but shook my head. “I don’t know what I need to talk about.”

  “Whatever was up your ass yesterday.” He leaned in. “Because it wasn’t me.”

  When I turned to look at him, I discovered he was leaning in, a smirk on his face. It made me smile. “I’m not sure I could handle you up my ass.”

  Xiao nodded, solemnly. “It’s not my thing, but you seemed to like it last time.”

  I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I glanced past him at MinMin, sat across the aisle, fast asleep. I glanced back to Xiao, licking my lips. “I did.”

  “I added to my box.”

  If that didn’t send an excited shiver through my core…

  “When did you get time to add to that?”

  “London,” he replied. “I found a cock ring, and a vibrating butt plug. A gift for me and a gift for you.”

  I crossed my legs, staring at him in amazement. “You just walked into a store and bought them?”

  Xiao nodded. “And a pair of panties with a vibrator I can control with an app on a phone.” He leaned in. “Well, Jiwon bought those.”

  I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again. “Are you insane? What if someone searches your luggage?”

  “It’s checked in the hold, not my carry-on, which is a great shame, because I would really like to use something in that box on you right now. But,” he leaned over and tugged at my lower lip. “JongB filled me in on why you have a cut on your lip, and we can’t have another of them.”

  I glanced around. We were in first class, but it was still far too obvious if we were to start getting up to things underneath the covers. I was also willing to admit defeat on being able to be quiet. Though, where was the fun in that, anyway?

  But damn, if he wasn’t turning me on right now.

  “Now, back to my original question; do you want to talk about it?” Before I could shake my head, Xiao reached over and pressed a finger over both my lips to hush me. “Before you answer that, know that how you answer it will depend on whether or not I pass on a…” he frowned. “Jiwon called it a request, but it sounded more like a very specific set of instructions to me.”