“Will you be in our CF with a bunch of male idols from other popular groups, dressed up as a bunch of schoolgirls? We'll have female idols too, dressed up like boys! It'll be great! We'll pay you 80 million won.”
That's when Jiyong said 'Sure, sounds like fun,' when he should have said 'No'
The CF shoots tomorrow night, in the middle of nowhere.
He's standing in Seunghyun's bathroom now in most of his outfit, wig – check, skirt – check, shirt – check. He can't bring himself to slide on the knee-highs and heels. The pigtails are enough, an offence to nature if nothing else.
He looks distinctly Japanese, like a school-girl in an anime that doesn't know of the terrible world that lays ahead. A world of sleazy old guys and tentacles.
He doesn't feel good about this outfit.
The 80 million won should be enough for therapy.
Maybe Seunghyun will get a laugh out of it.
At the very least he'll comfort him with sex because that's what it's going to take to make this go away.
*
He's asleep.
Seunghyun said he'd wait for him, he promised, in a way that heavily suggested there'd be sex involved and now he's lying there, on his stupid face like a baby, sleeping.
He couldn't wait 20 minutes?
Jiyong flicks the light on, annoyed, hoping that'll wake him or at the very least subconsciously piss him off.
'Hey! Hyung!'
Asleep!
He walks over to Seunghyun's side of the bed and crouches down, blows on his face, strands of hair moving up and off his forehead in the process.
Seunghyun's on his side above the blankets, cheek pressed against the pillow, arms up near his face ---
And still asleep.
Jiyong pokes him gently between the eyes but he doesn't wake up, he doesn't even flinch and Jiyong groans quietly.
He's taken sleeping pills. He'll be out of it for hours, dead to the world.
Seunghyun takes the hard stuff.
Jiyong's querulous.
'I can't believe you're asleep! You're such a dickhead! What about my outfit?' he scoffs. 'You only had to wait twenty minutes, you lazy assho---'
Oh.
Jiyong notices the time on the alarm clock.
It may have been longer than 20 minutes, and by may, he thinks definitely was.
'Okay' he says, forefinger smoothing out Seunghyun's eyebrow, 'So I said twenty minutes and took two hours, and so what if you said you'd go to sleep If I was late. You're still an asshole!'
He flicks him gently on the forehead and stands back up, cheeks puffed out, distressed.
Now what?
In the still silence of Seunghyun's enormous bedroom, Jiyong's pretty willing to admit that he's horny.
They had an agreement.
Jiyong was going to try on his terrible outfit for the CF to see what needed fixing or changing, if anything. He was going to sidle up to Seunghyun, pull a sexy face, maybe lift his skirt up and Seunghyun was going to cringe and use how creepy that was an an excuse to take his clothes off.
That was a well thought out plan!
Who cares if Jiyong broke the agreement by taking forever? That should have been expected.
The whole time he was in the stupid bathroom all he thought about was sex. He's hard and he wants it! Not even Seunghyun's ugly sleep-face deters him. If anything, his cheek smooshed against the mattress is fucking cute and Jiyong wants to jump him for dubious reasons he'd rather not think about.
'God damn it, hyung!'
Jiyong puts his hands on his hips, looks down disdainfully at Seunghyun's stupid cute face and spins around, irritably heading for the bathroom.
This isn't the night he wanted.
*
He leans against the counter and stares at the wall beside the shower, fingers snaking underneath his skirt to pull his briefs down his thighs.
If only Seunghyun had stayed awake longer, or called out or something to let him know how long he was taking, that his offer was about to expire.
He huffs quietly, bracelets clinking quietly together on his wrist as he holds the skirt up near his belly button.
If Seunghyun had said 'Ji, come to bed in the next 10 seconds or you can jerk off in the bathroom like a loser', Jiyong would have gone to bed.
He wraps his free hand around his cock and strokes himself, eyes still firmly on the wall.
Oh god, it's not fair! He doesn't want to jerk off and go to sleep, he wants Seunghyun to fuck him! He has needs!
The whole world is against him today; From the second he woke up tired and almost pissed in Seunghyun's shower instead of the toilet right through to lunch when he sneezed in his hand and couldn't find a tissue.
Today sucks.
Its a precursor for the CF.
It's a sign.
He'll wake up, grumpy and unsatisfied, Seunghyun will shrug and wander off smug, to do whatever it is he does during the day and Jiyong will sit in a van for 3 hours, driving to an obscure location so he can do a 10 second bit in a CF for whatever the hell he's selling.
And a fun time was had by all!
Jiyong groans and turns around, hand still on his cock, squeezing, pulling, the way he likes it, and catches himself in the mirror.
He stops jerking off and pulls a face instead.
'This is the worst thing you've ever done' he says to his reflection.
Dressed up like a school-girl with pigtails, holding his skirt in the one hand and his cock in the other.
He can see a bit of stubble above his lip too. He might as well have a moustache.
'I definitely saw this in an anime once'.
He lets go of his cock, woefully, and the skirt after it, which looks equally as terrible.
Tented skirt is almost worse than outright cock.
'Fuck today' he whines. 'I hate Wednesdays!'
He pulls his briefs back up and tucks himself back in, flinching all the way and awkwardly walks back into the bedroom.
'Hyung!' he whines. 'Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!'
Asleep.
There's not much left to do at this point.
Revenge maybe?
'You'll be so sorry you didn't wake up'.
He retrieves his phone from behind the lounge and comes back to the bedroom, crawling on the bed and up to Seunghyun, head on the pillow, pressed up against his back.
'You completely deserve this' he says.
He lays on his back, as close to Seunghyun as he can get and lifts his shirt up so one nipple is showing and holds the camera above his head so he can get Seunghyun in shot.
He takes a picture of himself blowing a kiss, free hand pinching his nipple and he snorts in amusement when he checks it after.
He takes another one sitting up, skirt hiked up with his tongue in his cheek, giving the universal sign of the BJ.
He takes the third from above, on his side, pressed up against Seunghyun with his leg around his thigh so it looks like he's being fucked by a girl.
Jiyong checks the picture and snorts into Seunghyun's back, the slow rise and fall.
'I can't believe you're still asleep' he whispers.
Reason not to take industrial strength sleeping pills #024
People with cameras will abuse your vulnerability!
Jiyong briefly considers drawing a dick on his face to make himself feel better, but decides against it because Seunghyun's back is so warm and Jiyong's so hard and he may be unconsciously pressing into him because it feels good and he can't help it.
Maybe he can just …
Ew, god, no!
Jiyong rolls onto his back, folds his arms over his chest and exhales sharply.
No.
His eyes flitter back to Seunghyun though, his broad shoulders, the tight shirt outlining the muscles of his back and arms and maybe he can just … for a little while … it's not that weird.
He rolls over again, presses up against Seunghyun's side, phone discarded somewhere down the bed, and wraps an arm around his waist, palm flat over Seunghyun's chest rising slow and even. The mark of a deep sleep.
This is okay. This is fine. This is totally fine.
If Seunghyun wakes up, If Jiyong feels his breathing change, then he'll stop. He'll just pretend to be asleep and Seunghyun will think he's having a sex dream. Plausible deniability! The hard-on is explained away!
