Hong Kong Night [2 of 2]
J & J
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The dinner was finally over, thought Jongin.
“Hyung!”
He felt quiet, relaxed, until...
“Junmyeon-hyuuuuung!”
Until he heard Sehun's voice echoing throughout the hall.
“Hyuuuuung, please!”
Another of his bulls, huh?
He had managed to endure that goose and his constant attempts to attract the attention of the leader, but his patience was running out.
“Come to bed with me, hyung!”
Shut up.
He turned, just barely. He saw them behind him, about a couple of meters away. Sehun's left arm around Junmyeon's shoulder, his breath too close to his face. He wanted to disappear into thin air, lost in a dark vortex, while no longer see him that way pose with his love.
You idiot.
“Calm down, please! It's not yet time to go to bed...”
“Naaaah-... But hyung, I-...”
Then, Jongin saw him clearly.
He saw Sehun looking at him and make a face, perhaps similar to a half-smile, and he understood perfectly well that he was provoking him.
“Hyung, I want to-...”
He wanted to bring him to the limit, he wanted to see him getting mad with jealousy.
He wanted him to explode and confess in front of everyone.
He wanted his shame, even though he didn't know why.
“Tsk-... Bloody fool...”
Suddenly, he quickened his pace and began to hum a tune invented in an attempt not to think about what he had just seen.
Then fading into the shadows of the main hall, looking for Kyungsoo.
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“Ah, Angel- ah... What shall I do with you, huh?”
Kyungsoo rested his chin on his hand and sighed, exhausted.
“Ah?! You shouldn't do ah.”
Angel was the name by which he called Jongin when they were alone.
He gave it to him because of his obsessive kindness toward the leader and the way he took care of him constantly, sometimes blatantly and sometimes secretly.
“Why shouldn't I? What else should I say? You're a lost cause.”
The dancing machine threw his face on the walnut counter of the bar, he wouldn't even be able to get drunk with that ing orange juice, he thought crushing one flap of his blue and white checkered shirt.
“Nnh-... Soo-yah, I-...”
He yelled.
“I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”
For his part, Kyungsoo couldn't do anything but listen to him and try in every way to convince him to come forward with the leader, once and for all.
“Angel-ah, listen to me. I can't do anything about it, okay? It's only your fault if you find yourself in this situation.”
“What?!”
Jongin raised his head up, looked at him with wide eyes and unkempt hair.
“Are you crazy?! Have you been smoking something?! I haven't any fault, how can you say such a thing!”
He bit his own lip to hold back the urge to punch him, because he knew that his friend had nothing to do with his problem.
And that, indeed, he was right.
“You can't expect that hyung knows what you feel for him, if you don't even tell him the truth.”
“But-... I've proven this at least a thousand times, haven't you seen yourself?!”
“Jongin, Junmyeon-hyung IS STUPID! He's that kind of person who needs you to repeat the same thing twice, before he could figure it out!”
“Tsk-...”
Jongin didn't know whether to feel insulted or bowing in front of him, after that sentence.
He paused a few seconds to think, to smell again his orange juice.
It was seriously time to confess his feelings?
“Ah...”
He dropped forward, resting his head back on the counter.
A soft jazz music was spreading throughout the room, he thought it was a situation all too romantic to share with Kyungsoo.
“I shouldn't be here with you, damn it.”
“Huh?”
He stood up suddenly, pointed the straw toward the nose of his friend.
“I should be with my man, not you!”
Almost pulled it into the nostril, but Kyugsoo stopped him in time.
“Your man, Jongin?! He's NOT your man, he's just Junmyeon-hyung!”
“NO!”
Then, abruptly, Jongin stood up from the stool and walked over to him more.
“Maybe not now, but soon he will be mine, ALL MINE!”
“Oh! And how do you manage to do it, if you prefer to run away and let one as Sehun take him away from you?!”
He couldn't get more.
He didn't know if Kyungsoo was doing it on purpose and wanted to provoke him, push him to come forward with the leader, but his words were starting to get on his nerves.
“Now stop, Soo-yah! You're right, I admit it-... I'm a coward! But-...”
He swallowed.
“But it's not as easy as it seems!”
“What? In fact it is, Jongin.”
He looked at him.
What was it, that change so suddenly? It almost seemed that Kyungsoo had premeditated everything, as if he knew something.
“What do you mean? Explain yourself.”
“If you go to him, I'm pretty sure that he will not react as bad as you think.”
In the end, he shared a room with Junmyeon, Korea.
And Jongin had a slight shudder.
“Hey. If you know something, you better spit it out now.”
“I know nothing, I'm just giving you an advice.”
A break.
“That's why you come to me, right?”
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“That Kyungsoo-...”
Quick steps, hands in pockets.
Jongin was nervous, tired, annoyed.
“I bet he knows something! I don't know what, but-...”
And he was even more so annoyed, when then he crossed the corridor and came out in the central hall.
“What the hell-”
And he saw something that he never wanted something and had to see.
“Hey, what-...”
Something that could make him explode into a thousand little pieces or collapse.
“You-... SEHUN!”
The maknae.
Leaning against the back of the leader.
“Jongin! Where have you been, we were looking for you!”
With his lips stuck to his cheek and an arm around his neck, yet.
To keep him tight and don't let him go, thought the dancing machine running toward them.
“TAKE OFF THOSE HANDS FROM HIM, YOU SON OF A-”
Already.
He couldn't have self-control, for the umpteenth time.
“Jon-”
But he had all the reasons, he thought as he hurled to the maknae and sank the nails into his skeletal arm.
“JONGIN, WHAT THE-”
“Take your dirty hands off him, I said!”
Junmyeon tried to intervene, albeit in vain, but only ended up being pushed away from them, about one meter.
Jongin pushed Sehun.
“How dare you, ! Do certain things right here, right with Junmyeon- hyung!”
“Jongin, you're crazy! You are-”
“Shut up!”
Thrn he punched him straight in right cheekbone, so much that he doubled beginning to gasp in pain.
“Fu-... -... It-... Hurts!”
“And if it's not enough, I'm ready to give you another!”
“Stop it, JONGIN!”
He winced.
“H-... Hyung-...”
His eyes met those of the leader, instantly.
They were serious and gloomy, cold.
Are you disappointed in me?
“Come with me, now!”
Junmyeon walked over to him and grabbed him by the wrist.
Are you disappointed by my behavior?
“But first, apologize to Sehun-ah.”
“I don't have to apologize about with this -”
“I told you to apologize, NOW!”
He looked him straight in the eyes, and he froze.
Yes, you're disappointed in me.
“Tsk-...”
And Jongin couldn't help but sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand and snort a plastic “sorry”.
But the truth is...
“Good!”
Then, Junmyeon pulled him back with force, dragged him toward the west wing where their rooms were.
“H-hyung, where are we-...”
The truth is that I like you, hyung.
I like you so much.
“You and I need to talk, Jongin!”
Within a couple of minutes, they reached the leader's room and Jongin himself pushed inside, Junmyeon gave two turns of the key.
“Hyung, please-... I've already said it, didn't I?! I said I'm sorry, what else would I-”
“Shut up, don't talk...”
And what happened next was really unexpected.
“Wh-...”
For Jongin.
For the whole world.
“Oh, Jongin...”
Because, even though he was genuinely concerned about the aggressive response that the dancing machine had been, Junmyeon jumped on him and threw his arms around his neck, leaning on him.
“God-... I love when you do that, Jongin...”
“Wh-... WHAT?!”
His red and chapped lips quickly reached the plump cheek of the other.
“Yes, Jongin...”
In a flash, Jongin fell and sank onto the soft bed of the leader, still covered with clothes and miscellaneous items, finding himself under that body so warm and light that he had dreamed every day and every night for the past five years.
“You're so sweet, you're so-... You're so jealous...”
But Jongin was even more shocked when Junmyeon began to give him light kisses on the face, cheeks and nose, and then ruffled his hair.
“Never stop, okay? Be always like this, with me...”
He looked at him.
“All right? I want you to be always jealous of me.”
But Jongin grabbed him by the arm, yanked him.
“NO!”
Is it possible that you don't understand?!
I'm not just “jealous” or “protective”!
“Jesus, hyung!”
He forced him to stand up and sat down, still holding him by the wrists.
Tight, so tight that he was afraid to break them.
“At least you understand why I do it?! Do you understand why I'm jealous and protective?! NO!”
With one jolt, he took him by the hips and threw himself on him, forcing him to lay down.
“I like you, hyung! I like you, I like you, I like you!”
Junmyeon simultaneously opened his mouth and eyes, but remain silent.
“I'm crazy about you, from the first day we met! And I haven't stopped even for a moment thinking about you, hyung!”
He sighed an imperceptible Jongin, leading once again his arms around the boy's neck. He was so fragrant that he seemed to have fallen on himself an entire bottle, and his lips looked so soft as to seem fake, drawn.
“Jongin, you-...Do you really like me?!”
“Yes! I like you, I really like you! I'd do anything to be with you, to be alone with you!”
Jongin only just touched his lips with the tip of the nose, and then take his head and his hair, breathing right under his nose.
“I-... I'm crazy about you, hyung...”
“Jongin...”
Their hands, their eyes, their lips .
They seemed to call and seek each other out, desperately, even though they hadn't yet nor touched nor kissed.
“I am happy you tell me this, Jongin...”
“Happy?”
“Yes...”
The leader hugged him.
Held him tighter than ever, lowered his voice.
He breathed right next to his ear.
“I'm happy, because I will feel a bit less guilty about what will happen tonight...”
Jongin eyes widened.
“Guilty? Tonight?”
Looking at him, grabbing his head.
“What do you mean, hyung! I can't understand you, I-”
“We will not tell anyone, okay?”
“Wh-what?”
“What we will do tonight, here...”
And Junmyeon smiled again.
His usually exaggerated smile, his eyes blacks as pitch. The world was perhaps reached its end?, thought Jongin holding his breath, without taking his eyes off the breathtaking leader that, for the first time, was favoring his every move, responding to his every gesture.
“Just promise me not bruise more Sehun that way, okay? I don't like that there's this kind of relationship between you two.”
“Ah, I-... I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself...”
“Try to do it next time.”
Oh...
I think...
Junmyeon kissed his forehead.
“Promise me, Jongin.”
I think yes.
I think I will do it, if you ask me to do it.
“I promise, hyung.”
“Good. But not now, anyway.”
“Now?”
“Don't hold back now, I mean...”
Oh...
Then you...
“You-... You mean I can-...”
“Yes, Jongin. You can.”
Hyung, you want...
With me?
Oh...
Hyung...
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The next day, the sun was shining high in the sky even though it was still winter in Hong Kong.
“Hyuuuuuung!”
A breathless Sehun wrapped with purple bags under the eyes (due to the lack of sleep) and a greenish skin (due to the post hangover) ran along the corridor and reached the exit of the hotel.
“Hum? What-... Oh, it's just that .”
Outside, with his usual blue hat, Jongin chewing a stick of liquorice silently.
“What does he want now?”
At his side, a pale and sleepy Junmyeon, holding a hot coffee with a pair of leather gloves.
“Sehun-ah? What's going on?”
“Please, hyung! Hug me, I was so bad, I-”
“SEHUN, DAMN IT!”
Bang, a straight punch in the face.
“Oh-... Ouch-...”
Straight on the maknae's left cheekbone, this time.
“J-... Jongin! Why!”
And Jongin knew it, basically.
“Keep your filthy hands down, damn it!”
He knew perfectly well that the story was not over.
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