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Jiung's voice rang through the small building as his eyes raked over the crowd. He was searching for familiarity, the people he knew would be here.
Too much had happened recently, with Keeho specifically. He needed to find someone, something he recognized.
He spotted the lady from the restaurant,
The blonde that ran the instrument shop,
And—
oh my god.
When he spotted that blonde guy, he also spotted... Keeho?
Was Keeho seriously with another guy?
Jiung's voice got louder, more aggressive as he practically started yelling the lyrics rather than singing them.
His eyes met Keeho's, and Keeho simply smirked, wrapping an arm around the blonde guys waist.
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Keeho's hands slipped under Jiung's shirt as he kissed him like he was hungry— no, starving for Jiung and Jiung only.
Jiung's back hit the wall with a loud thud as he kissed Keeho back just as aggressively.
Keeho pulled away just an inch, their shared breaths becoming harsher as Keeho tugged at the hem of Jiung's shirt.
"Off...." he managed to say, but it was more a breathy whisper than anything.
Jiung nodded and lifted his shirt over his head with shaky hands, staring at Keeho with half-lidded eyes.
Keeho wasted no time, his mouth immediately going to Jiung's neck.
Jiung gasped lightly and wrapped his arms around Keeho.
What the fuck were they doing?
"K-Keeho wait-" Jiung whispered desperately.
Keeho paused but didn't move his head even an inch.
"Hmm?"
Jiung's breath hitched, his breathing turning shaky as he spoke.
"Y-you.... We shouldn't... You have a boyfriend.."
Keeho smiled against Jiung's neck and hummed once before speaking.
"Do you want this?"
Jiung hesitated, despite knowing the answer.
Yes, of course he wanted this, but it wasn't morally correct. Keeho had a boyfriend. This was cheating.
And yet, Jiung didn't stop the words from pouring out of his lips.
"Yeah...."
"Then let's do this."
Jiung sighed, disappointed in himself for a moment before the feeling of Keeho's teeth against his skin drowned the feeling.
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Jiung's chest heaved with every ragged breath, his head turning to look at Keeho on the bed.
Jiung opened his mouth to speak but Keeho cut him off.
"Never knew you did that stuff and we dated for two years."
Jiung groaned and covered his face with a pillow.
"Stop being weird about it..." he mumbled, his voice muffled slightly from the pillow.
"All I did was suck your dick, get over it."
"But you never—"
Jiung threw the pillow off of his face and sat up, the blanket falling down to reveal his bare chest and the hickeys all over it.
"The lipstick was for show purposes!" He whined, his hands moving to cover his face out of embarrassment.
"Mm, which one?"
Jiung's hands fell from his face as he stared at Keeho in shock.
"Oh my god, you can not be serious."
"I definitely am."
Jiung sighed and fell back against the mattress.
This was going to be a very long, and a very irritating night.
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Jiung scribbled lyrics down the second they came to mind, his handwriting messy as he felt inspiration course through his body.
He sat on the small couch in the corner of the studio, his fingers aching from how quickly he was writing.
He already had one finished song in another notebook that had been forgotten somewhere on the ground.
He had been in the studio for at least an hour now, not stopping for anything or anyone, until he heard his phone ringing.
Jiung picked the phone up, set on declining the call until he read the name Keeho on the screen.
He quickly pressed accept and raised the phone to his ear, though he didn't hear Keeho's voice.
"You're fucking my boyfriend? Seriously!?" An unknown voice boomed from the small phone speaker.
Jiung's eyes widened, his hands becoming sweaty as he stood up and the notebook fell to the ground.
"What? What are you talking about!? Who are you?" He questioned, hardly believing what he was hearing.
He didn't give the other person to respond before he hung up and shoved the phone into his pocket, walking outside as the notebook on the floor became forgotten just as the first one did.
The cold air stung Jiung's face as he leaned against the brick wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
He took a long drag before exhaling, the smoke curling around his face as he heard footsteps near the alley he was in.
"Hey! Asshole!" A familiar voice called out.
Jiung's head slowly turned to the side, to be met with a familiar blonde.
You've got to be kidding me.
"What?" Jiung simply raised an eyebrow, clearly bored by the blondes antics.
"Ever seen a gun before?"
Jiung's expression remained the same.
"Yeah. Held one to my head too. Gonna shoot me, asshole?"
The blonde let out a bitter laugh.
"First of all— my name is Taeyang. Not asshole. Second of all-"
"And my name is Jiung. Not asshole. Guess we're both wrong."
Taeyang rolled his eyes.
"You fucked my boyfriend. So you are an asshole."
Jiung was about to speak when he suddenly spotted a figure in the distance, watching the two.
Jiung scoffed, "You seriously dragged him here to watch you yell at me?"
"No. I dragged him here in case I fail at fucking killing you!"
Jiung rolled his eyes as Taeyang pulled a gun out, but the gun quickly floated and was discarded somewhere random.
Taeyang scowled and grabbed Jiung by the collar, throwing him onto the ground and lifting his fist.
Jiung grabbed Taeyang's wrist and shoved his arm back, pushing him back as he threw himself off of the ground.
Jiung landed a punch on Taeyang's jaw, making the blonde stumble back.
Taeyang rushed forward, his fist crashing against Jiung's ribs with a loud crack.
Jiung sucked in a sharp yet short breath as he clutched at his ribs.
"F-fuck!" Jiung staggered back once, then twice.
Keeho stepped forward, smiling slyly as he stared at Jiung.
"You okay?" He asked mockingly, inching closer to him.
"Fuck you Keeho!" Jiung exclaimed, shoving himself off of the ground.
"Speaking of that..."
Jiung cut him off, his blank expression replaced with a scowl.
"Shut up."
"Or what, gonna kiss me?"
Keeho started floating off of the air slightly, getting higher and higher as a small light emanated from Jiung's hand.
"Trying to scare me with your powers? Oh I'm so sca-"
"I said shut up!"
Keeho was cut off with his back slamming against a now cracked brick wall, his head aching with a small droplet of blood rolling down his forehead.
Keeho's eyes closed and opened for a few seconds before finally closing fully.
"You- you bastard! You fucking killed him!" Taeyang rushed over to Keeho, just to find his pulse weak, yet still there.
".... Oh."
Jiung bit back a laugh.
"You sound disappointed."
"Just call an ambulance for fucks sake!"
Jiung rolled his eyes yet pulled out his phone and dialed 911.
He still cared about Keeho, but he wouldn't admit that out loud. Especially not to Keeho's boyfriend.