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yunhofications · 1 year

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rock with you - j.yh

pairings: dom!yunho x switch!fem reader

chapters: 1/2

synopsis: yunho’s a rockstar and doesn’t care about anyone but himself, at all. he loves the attention he recieves, but the only attention that really matters to him is from the girl who can’t seem to stand him at all. well, thats what she tells herself anyway.

warnings/tags: yunho’s kind of a dick, but not really, size kink, dumbification, choking, man handling, biting/marking, praise. hes quite a mean n rough dom, fingering, cheating implied (not by yunho), pet names, drinking. no actual sex in this part

word count: 3.7k

authors note: hi! this is my first ever suggestive fic, i originally was only going to do one part but im going to do two now, if this chapter does well :] i hope you all like it, im new at writing these things!

it was a Sunday night, 9:54 pm to be exact. The bar wasn’t crazy busy considering most people had work the next day and normal individuals wouldn’t spend their free night before work drinking their sorrows away in a lousy run down bar. Not that it phased you in the slightest, you brushed off the judgmental stares and glares from the bartender since you were probably on your 20th shot and you had the tiniest little body. Who the fuck is fitting in that much alcohol without getting drunk? Well, you were pretty tipsy and your eyes were slowly giving out, as well as your entire body, about to hit your head against the wooden bar counter before a hand slips in and stops you from getting a concussion.

You don’t give it much thought, perhaps it was just the bartender, or some random stranger who was afraid you’d die or something from slamming your head down. But it wasn’t. Oh how you wished you were dreaming, and that your mind was playing a little trick on you from all the emotions and all the god damn alcohol that was running through your veins. Then the voice spoke. It felt like nails on a chalkboard, you hated it. “Y/N.” You could hear how smug the voice was, you could hear the smirk on their lips. Fuck.

“Go to hell Yunho.” Your words being just a big fat mumble, moving his hand away and allowing your head to rest against the hard wood counter. Yunho, Jeong Yunho. Many people adored the man, which you never understood why. He was a dick with a terrible attitude and didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself, the nerve of him even coming near you made you wanna snap. Though, you had no energy to do that. You could still feel him next to you, his perfume was strong, and you’d only ever recognised that scent on him, no one else.

“Are you ever gonna stop being a little bitch Y/N? I just saved you from getting a concussion. You should be thanking me.” A scoff left his mouth. It was true though, Yunho didn’t care about anyone else but himself, he adored the attention from others, women. It was all he got, he was a rockstar afterall, who wouldn’t love the attention? Afterall, thousands of women screaming his name as his fingers played away at his guitar, what a life to live. However, as much as he adored all those women, one woman in particular was all he truly desired, to hear her scream his name, only for him to hear, for her to be a mess on his cock, a mixture of his and her cum dripping from her bare cunt. That woman was Y/N, and she couldn’t stand the sight of him.

“I didn’t ask you to, now go away. I don’t need you ro add to my problems right now.” You managed to lift your head and turn to face the dark haired man sitting beside you. It bothered you that he was attractive and that perhaps in another life you’d given him a chance, and maybe if he didn’t have a stick up his own ass and acted like the world revolved around him.

“Problems? Like what? Your only problem is you being an annoying little dog.” Okay, to an extent Yunho could see why you didn’t like him at all, considering all he did was rip into you and just make matters worse rather than at least try and be there for you. All your hatred and dislike for Yunho began just as he started to gain attention, because from the slightest attention his ego grew massive and it bothered you. The two of you had a little history, meeting one another through acquaintances and he was actually really cute, and you were attracted to him in more than one way. That was no longer the case. Now five years have passed and his attitude and ego was unbearable.

“Do you ever fucking shut up? Fuck off, Yunho. Seriously.”

“No.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t want to.”

All you could do was give him the biggest eye roll, you barely had any energy left to argue with this idiot in front of you, whining at how frustrated you were with him. “My boyfriend— ex, boyfriend. Cheated on me, so I beg you to leave me alone and let me drink in peace.” You had no intention on telling him that, but you prayed that he’d leave you alone and go home or fuck a girl or do whatever it is that he did. Instead he remained right there, pulling something out of his pocket. A ticket, a ticket to his upcoming show. He was absolutely unbelievable.

“You’re kidding me, right? Do you just carry those with you everywhere? I'm not going, I don’t like your music.” Which was a lie. You listened to his songs whilst getting ready, in the car, when laying in bed.

“Just come will you? And fuck your ex, hes a fucking idiot to let someone like you go, the prettiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” Yunho meant his words, and he definitely wanted you to attend his show, simply because you’ve never been to one before, and he desperately wanted to show himself off to you in another light. He had to hide the little smile which appeared on his face when you mentioned your ex cheated, he was out of the picture now which meant Yunho had a chance to win you over, and he was determined to.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said your heart didn’t flutter a little when Yunho complimented you. It didn’t mean anything to you, well, you thought it didn’t. You chewed your bottom lip as you snatched the ticket and shoved it in your purse, perhaps it would be good to go, what else were you doing? Moping around that you got cheated on? Ridiculous.

“Whatever.. I’m going now.” Oh but getting up by yourself was a terrible idea, you slid off the barstool and stumbled as soon as you hit the ground, squinting as if it were to make a difference to your vision, but it didn’t. Suddenly you feel some long arms wrap around you tightly to hold you in place, you knew exactly who it belonged to as two large hands gripped the side of your arms. You were in no position to argue or say no, since you were pretty sure you’d black out soon enough, which you did.

The next thing you knew, it was the next morning, your head was ringing and you were in bed, at home.

Huh.

A week had passed since your drunken incident, you barely remembered it and still couldn’t put your finger on how you ended up at home in bed, surrounded by your pastel walls. Well, no point dwelling on it now. You were currently sitting upon your white little wooden vanity, gripping onto a curling iron and letting your hair fall as you let go. It was the day of Yunho’s show and you decided to go, why? Who knows. You didn’t even remember how you got around to getting the ticket, and why it happened to be in your purse. it was such a blur to you. A white lace dress with little pink bows at the shoulders was upon your body, the same dress you wore the night you two met for the first time. It wasn’t intentional, not by any means and that memory had slipped your mind. You thought it looked rejected sitting in the back of your closet, so why not wear it? You’d never wear anything to purposefully grab his attention anyway.

“Shit.” It was 5:30, which meant you were running a little later than originally planned— why does it matter though? He probably won’t even notice that you're there.

Dashing around your apartment you grabbed your ink coloured clutch bag which contained the ticket and a few other essentials of yours before grabbing your keys and checking yourself in the mirror by your door before going out to your car. Your phone automatically connected to the bluetooth system in your car and at that moment your phone began to ring, it was Wooyoung. The two of you had been friends since you were in diapers, literally. It was because of Wooyoung, that you met Yunho, unfortunately. What an idiot.Foot on the gas pedal and you were off, pressing the answer button upon the steering wheel.

“Hey Woo, I'm driving right now. What's up?”

“Where are you going? I wanna go out for food, meet me?”

“Ah.. about that, I’m actually going to Yunho’s show..” You’d wondered if he even heard you, because it went silent and you spoke quietly when saying that sentence. But he did hear you, loud and clear.

“YUNHO? I thought you hated him! Why are you going?! Tell me!” The male's voice was extremely loud, almost bursting your eardrums. You hated cutting him off— not true. But right now you didn’t have time to explain, you were practically speeding your way to the venue.

“I’ll tell you later, okay? I promise you. I gotta go.” Just like that, the line disconnected with the click of a button.

Arriving at the venue, you were faced with the largest queue you'd seen by far, sprawling out into the parking lot. The sight was a complete eyesore, however you were certain Yunho absolutely loved the sight.

Lucky for you, Yunho was kind enough to give you priority access tickets, so you could skip the queue. A good thing of course, being around all those fan girl’s would possibly lead you to have an aneurysm. And thankfully, they were seated tickets as you hated standing up and being surrounded by sweaty people, especially sweaty teenage girls and possibly grown women who’d just be screaming for Yunho. Your seat happened to be a balcony seat, and you were the only one there.

Yunho knew what he was doing, he would be able to see you perfectly from there, that's if you actually decided to come. He was nervous, so nervous in fact to go on stage and then be faced with the disappointment of you not being there. The man was infatuated by you and sometimes he really hated it, why you? Why did it have to be you? Either way, time was ticking and it was time to head to the stage. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Ever since he took you home last week, you were the only thing in his mind, day and night you flooded his brain, thoughts of you being fucked, the thoughts of you simply belonging to him. It was driving him insane.

The lights dimmed within the venue, and colors of red and white flashed on the stage, indicating that he was about to come out. For some reason that caused you to feel sick, a pit in your stomach. Why am I even here? I don’t even like him. Yet here you were, in a seat assigned especially for you. Not that you knew that, you had no idea how this ticket got into your possession in the first place.

A loud bang made the floor shake beneath you, startling you for sure. White and red confetti filled the room as Yunho was now on stage, seems as though he was standing on a lifting stage. You began to chew on your bottom lip anxiously, the crowd went wild as began with his first song. Whatever, he’s still an asshole.

Yunho’s ego was always boosted immensely as soon as he appeared on stage, hundreds of people screaming his name, posters and banners just for him. Absolutely perfect. But what was even more incredible, was the girl who appeared to hate him so much, was standing in the balcony he left just for you. The smirk which was painted on his lips was very evident as he pretty much groped the mic whilst his gaze met yours, he didn’t maintain it for long, but long enough to irritate her for sure. Honestly he didn’t expect you to come, especially because you were pretty drunk the night he gave you that ticket. Nevertheless, he was absolutely smitten. He’d watch how you’d rip your eyes from him every time your eyes met, he was absolutely loving this.

The cold breeze brushed against your face as you exited the venue, you were surprised with how you were able to stay the entire time, though there were many instances you wanted to storm out everytime you noticed the smug look on his face. You seriously couldn’t stand the man, but why was your heart fluttering if you hated him? Maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought you did.

You watched as fans walked out of the venue, some with tears running down their faces and sobbing about how much they loved Yunho, which could only get an eye roll and scoff out of you, how ridiculous. You took some time before deciding to walk back to your car, enjoying the breeze and feeling of the night. You happened to park quite far, and the area was deserted pretty much. You were about to enter your car, when you froze.

“Y/n.” A voice called out to you, the same voice you had been hearing for the last three hours. Jeong Yunho. Did he follow you?

“Hi jackass.” You turned around to face him, his body a lot closer to yours than you expected it to be. Crossing your arms across your chest, you tilted your head at him.

“Thanks for coming, didn’t expect you to.” The man was going to attempt to have a decent and human conversation with you, however In that moment, Yunho realized what you were wearing, the expression upon his face was different from his usual smug look. It was desire, absolute filthy desire. Yunho became enamored by you that day you two met, and here you were, wearing the cute little dress which made him obsessed with you forever. Did you know? You did this on purpose, surely.

“Are you trying to just make me fucking crazy? you know what you're doing don’t you?” His body was inching closer to yours, making you press your back against your car door.

“What on earth are you talking about?” You were clueless, but you could feel your cheeks heat up as he got closer, gripping onto the bottom of your dress tightly. If you hated him so much, why the fuck were your panties getting soaked?

“That dress.. fuck y/n are you really that fucking dumb?”

“What d— oh crap.” How didn’t you realize? You were dumb, so fucking dumb. “So what? It doesn’t mean anything.” Your heart was fucking racing, it definitely did mean something. How did you forget? He didn’t. He never forgot anything.

“It does to me, ever since I saw you in this dress that showed just enough for me to imagine you under me, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Did you know that? You didn’t, because you’re a dumb little bitch.” Yunho didn’t intend on insulting you, but he knew she wasn’t bothered by that, a smirk painted his lips as he noticed your change in demeanor, your cheeks flushed pink, legs squeezing together.

“Yunho fuck y—“ But before you could continue, his large hand came to cup your jaw from underneath, whimpering under his touch. Who knew this asshole could turn you into a dumb slut just like that? Leaning into your ear, his hot breath made your body shudder.

“Shut up, shut the fuck up.” A growl from him before his lips crashed against yours ever so harshly, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, muffling the moans which threatened to escape your lips. Usually your first instinct would be to push him away but this time you couldn’t. His hands moved to grip onto your hips tightly as he pressed himself against you. You could feel how hard he already was just against you, making you soak your panties within just a couple minutes. You were out in the open, no one was around but the rush of knowing anyone could see you any second only made you more heated, your arms finally deciding to move and wrap around Yunho’s neck.

Yunho pulled away, dragging your bottom lip with him, biting on it as one of his hands slipped, letting it slide to your white lace panties, your cheeks turning scarlet red as you realized how soaked they really were, whimpering as he pushed them to the side. Fuck, a little touch was enough to send you to the sky.

“You always act like you hate me yet look at you, wet as shit like a dumb slut. My little baby.” He hissed, his tone a little mocking as two of his slender fingers entered your wet, sloppy, cunt. causing you to throw your head back against your car. He hadn’t even started yet. His fingers sliding in easily due to your arousal, pumping them in and out of you, abusing your tiny little cunt just as he always wanted. Your core was practically burning from the sensation of his fingers, they were pistoning inside you.

“Y-Yun..” You moaned out stupidly, he was only fucking you with his fingers and you could barely talk coherently. How pathetic? Yunho loved it though, he was waiting for this day for so long, to have your head so cloudy to the point you could only mumble his name, to be a mess on his fingers. A dream. Oh how beautiful you looked, your eyes rolling back, pressed against your car under the moonlight. Yunho’s brow cocked, tilting his head slightly and sinking his lips onto your neck, sucking and nibbling against your delicate porcelain skin, painting your skin purple, his tongue swiping his artwork once he was finished.

Yunho decided to insert another finger, watching you squirm was a delight to his eyes. The tent in his pants threatened to push past the fabric, perhaps even some precum already at the tip. He was desperate to fuck you, but he wanted to do it properly, and prep you of course before he took you home and absolutely destroyed you. Besides, the thrill of someone spotting him finger you senseless in the parking lot was a rush, especially to his hardening cock.

The sloppy and wet sounds coming from his fingers in your cunt was beautiful, filling the air. However as soon as he felt you tighten around his fingers he pulled them out, stuffing his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean, taking in your sweet taste. “You taste incredible whore. Though.. you think I'm gonna let you cum? The only time you get to do that is on my cock.” Once again, his mocking tone irritated you and you were beyond pissed that you were denied your orgasm. The man was edging you and you hated it, squeezing your thighs together.

“Fuck you Yunho.” You spat, huffing and crossing your arms across your chest. Yunho simply laughed in amusement at your reaction. “So are you gonna fuck me or what?” The sheer annoyance in your voice only made his cock twitch, he absolutely was infatuated by you, he loved your bitchyness.

“Im not done with you just yet, get in the backseat.” Happily you obliged, thinking he was going to slide his cock into you, you hobbled around into the back and laid down, he came in after you, closing the door and pressing himself down. Yunho teasingly grinded his hips against you so you could feel him, and fuck was he hard, you whined under him, groaning when he moved to slide your dress up and slide down your panties completely, shoving them in his pocket. Gotta keep a souvenir right? “Let me get another taste of you.”

You couldn't help but grumble, he was having so much fun and all you wanted was to be fucked into next week. But of course with Yunho that wasn't possible whatsoever. The man shuffled back and sunk his head down to meet your cunt, the sweet smell of your arousal allowed a soft moan to escape his lips before his tongue swept along your soaked folds, his hands gripping onto her skin, as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked away, looking up to see her face scrunched up, her back ever so slightly arched. Yunho couldn’t get enough of her taste.

Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging on it as he sucked your clit softly, the moans parting from your mouth getting increasingly louder as he continued to swipe his tongue. You were well aware he’d deny another orgasam of yours, it wasn’t fair. The sensation was so different to what you'd experienced before from other partners. Yunho was definitely skilled. It only made you more eager to see how well he’d fuck you. The situation was quite bizarre. A week ago, you wouldnt of thought that you’d be lying in the backseat of your car having Yunho eat out your pussy.

Just like you predicted though, Yunho stopped as soon as you were close once again, being denied your second orgasm. “I fucking hate you.” You groaned, kicking his chest with your foot slightly as he scoffed.

“If you hated me so much, I wouldn’t be tasting you.”

“Fuck you.”

“You will sweetheart, just patience. Now, lets go home okay? I'm sure youre dying to cum.”

Yunho laughed as he left the back of the car and entered the front, he was in the drivers seat.

“Well? Come on. You can give me head as we drive.”

All you could do was roll your eyes as you shifted to the front seat, climbing your way forward and glared at him. “Im not doing it.”

“That's alright, my cock will be filling you up soon anyway.”

To be continued.

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minhyuuk · 1 year

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who’s crying now // rockteez!seongjoong

⇀ genre: au, band fic, rockstars, music, general

⇀ word count: 1.7k

⇀ tw: explicit language

⇀ summary: Hongjoong won't sit back and let pretty-boy lead singer Seonghwa rip off his band's music.

“What do you mean they covered it? That’s our cover. It’s our finishing act!” Hongjoong asked between exasperated breaths. Those fuckheads, he couldn’t believe they would pull something like this. It was a slap in the face. The Guerrillas were known for their rendition of Died in Your Arms by Cutting Crew. It was a classic that they rebranded for shits and giggles one day in the studio and it became a hit. The song was incorporated into their setlist faster than Hongjoong could strum.

Across town, their rivals named the ‘Pirate Kings’ were performing for their nationwide tour. The Guerrillas weren’t as popular as Pirate Kings but still garnered enough attention. Enough attention for Pirate Kings to rip off the very cover that launched them into relevance. The Guerrillas were finishing up their own concert and stepped behind the curtains to hydrate and freshen up before sending their fans on their way. San had checked his phone and noticed a flurry of messages informing him of the rival band stealing their thunder at a venue only 15 minutes away.

“I’m not surprised, Seonghwa loves the attention and he’ll do anything to get it. On the night of both our shows? Half of our fans are already over at their concert. Shit…” San’s head hung low and morale dipped among the exhausted rock group.

Jongho, their main singer, sat on the couch in defeat. He didn’t have any reason to feel more upset than Hongjoong. Hongjoong was their main guitarist and the lead vocal for their Cutting Crews cover. It was a slap in the face to all of them, but mostly him. Pirate Kings couldn’t stand to see a smaller band grow, could they? It was a stunt Hongjoong knew was the brainchild of their fame-obsessed lead singer, Seonghwa, who paraded his good looks and whiny voice around stage.

“We’ll cover Journey.”

One of Yunho’s drumsticks fell from his palm, “What?”

“If they wanna cover our covers, we’ll cover theirs. We cover Separate Ways as a big, you know, like a big ‘fuck you’ and then …” Hongjoong wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

“And then?” San interjected, curious but not necessarily shooting down the thought.

“And then… Well, it might be the best or worst thing we’ll ever do.”

“We have five minutes to decide on something.” Jongho swiped at the perspiration on his forehead and grabbed his mic.

Hongjoong bit his lip. Fuck. He wasn’t lying when he said it could be the best or worst thing. If they were targeted by Pirate Kings for ripping off their cover, their contracts would be over. The band’s reputation would plummet and they’d have to work twice as hard to get to where they are now, let alone any higher…However, if it worked out… If their spontaneous revenge cover of Journey went anything like Cutting Crew…They’d earn some bragging rights and maybe even a few record deal offers.

And much to Hongjoong’s initial chagrin, he could rub the prominence right in the face of Pirate King’s Park Seonghwa.

“I’m down.” Yunho held his drumsticks out in between the four of them. San sighed and placed his hand over top. Nervously, Jongho stood up and joined. The three of them stared at Hongjoong expectantly.

“If you fuck this up for us, I’m NEVER going to karaoke with you again.” San laughed despite his shaky nerves. It wasn’t a question of whether or not they could play the cover or play it well, they knew they could do this. The implications of stealing their thunder back were what tempted reconsideration. Plus, losing karaoke night was a threat Hongjoong didn’t heed lightly.

“Let’s go show Pirate Kings whose ass they can kiss!” Hongjoong slapped his hand down on the circle and the four of them yelled ‘Guerrillas!’ in unison. The lights on the stage cued their entrance, the crowd going wild in the sudden darkness. Fans of The Guerrillas were few and far between but as loyal as they come. Their screams welcomed the rock band back onto the platform for their encore. Hongjoong and Jongho took center stage to prepare for the song. All the members exchanged a look of “here goes nothing” before they were illuminated.

“We’re gonna do something a bit differently tonight, is that alright?” Jongho asked the crowd rather formally, to which they replied in screams of confusion and excitement. “We’ve got some news that a band down the street took some inspiration from our classic rock covers…” He paused for dramatic effect. Some of the audience cheered, a majority booed, others remained completely ignorant.

“And we thought that in order to repay the honor we’d cover one of their pieces. I’m sure we’ve all heard ‘Separate Ways’ covered by the lovely Pirate Kings, it’s good, isn’t it?” His sarcasm was hard not to laugh at. Jongho was fronting the last minute decision as if he planned it himself and Hongjoong gazed at the singer admirably.

“But what about ‘Separate Ways’ covered by us? For this show only, we will be skipping our ‘Died In Your Arms’ rendition- I know, I know. Think of it as a ‘once in a lifetime’ experience?”

San chipped in at the mic while fixing his bass strap, “Promise me, you won’t want to miss out on this. You guys are recording, right?” His wink swayed the indifferent crowd in the right direction and they began to cheer. It might have also been because between sets the bassist managed to lose half his clothes.

To prevent them from sidetracking, Yunho began to kick a steady rhythm onto the bass drum to build the crowd’s anticipation.

Hongjoong strummed the infamous synthesizer opening onto his guitar. In an egotistical stroke, he stepped up to his mic and yelled into the crowd, “Take this, Pirate Kings!”

The music radiated from the stage in a wicked energy laced with revenge and the song’s undeniable notoriety. They were doing it, they were covering Separate Ways and no matter the amount of anxiety that ran through Hongjoong’s body, he wasn’t stopping. He was meant to play music. He was meant to be on stage to rile a crowd and play his heart out. No one was going to take that from him or his bandmates. Especially not over a Journey song.

Jongho took out his earpiece, not needing it for the anthem. He found his voice in the opening words of the song which gained more cheers from the crowd than he was expecting. The camera flashes and the sea of phones being held up stunned him. This really might have been the best thing they’ve ever done.

“Here we stand worlds apart, hearts broken in two...two…two,”

The crowd was electrified. Whatever the repercussions of this moment were drowned out to the sound of a bellowing theater begging for more. Hongjoong strummed on his guitar in a Journey-induced ecstasy. This is how music was supposed to make people feel. It was meant to tickle you from head to toe, to make you feel rebellious, daring, free… Alive. When he glanced at his band, their eyes were all closed to latch onto the moment’s bliss. Canceling one sense to heighten another. They played on. When his time arrived Hongjoong pressed his lips into the mic and belted out to his heart’s content the chorus:

“Someday, love will find you. Break those chains that bind you. One night will remind you how we touched and went our separate ways!”

The music carried them to the end of the song. The bass drum’s beat cascaded like the heartbeat of a wave throughout the building. Hongjoong was unable to recall how long they played the refrain after the singing had finished. It felt like a crime to end the song with the crowd’s reaction only increasing. However, to give the members a rest, they lifted their hands off their instruments and followed Jongho to finish off the song in another round of a capella.

The holler from the audience tore the air asunder in a roar. The Guerrillas had concluded their concert with more pomp and circumstance than they ever had imagined. Their energy had made an irrefutable shift and it was palpable. More palpable than the sweat that dripped of Hongjoong’s cheek into his mouth and more intense than the spotlights that blinded his tired eyes. They were meant to make it big, even if it meant making a few enemies along the way. They were The Guerrillas, who could stop them?

Twenty minutes passed of the band waving and bowing to their fans, catching thrown gifts, dancing and singing until their feet burned. Off-stage Jongho noticed the group's manager ushering to them while holding up a phone screen. He was attempting to beckon the rock stars over after their departure from the stage. Judging by the shaking green phone icon, someone was calling the manager. Riding off the high, the members shook each other in anticipation. Was it a major record company? Was it the local news channel asking for an interview? Who was on the other end of that line that promised everything the four of them had ever dreamed of?

“Hongjoong, you take it. Tonight was your idea.” San laughed like a drunk man. He was elated.

Backstage they huddled around the phone and leaned in together. Hongjoong wiped away some beads of sweat before pressing the screen and holding the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Is this The Guerrillas?”

“Yes, this is Kim Hongjoong.”

“I’d like to speak with you about your performance tonight.”

Yunho and San stomped their feet, hyping each other up in unhinged excitement.

Hongjoong calmed them and kept his cool, “Of course, can I ask who is calling?”

Seconds melted into decades once Hongjoong’s question rolled off his tongue. The joy didn’t seem to end even as the sky’s limit was reached and they continued to soar. Whoever it was, Hongjoong would marry them. He was going to repay the person by placing a big, fat diamond ring on their finger. His dreams were coming true. Sold out stadiums, merchandise, photoshoots, studios with thousand dollar equipment. He could make the music he loved with his three most beloved friends in the entire universe. All he had to do was wait for a reply before he could pop the big question.

The speaker crackled and all four hearts stopped.

“This is Park Seonghwa, we need to talk.”

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