by J. S. Lee
“No,” he said slowly. “The idea came from elsewhere. If I’m honest, I thought it was crazy when I discovered what my sunbaes were doing. How could anyone share a person like that?”
“And yet the three of you suggested it with me.”
Xiao leaned forward, stretching up my body. “When I first saw you back in the studio,” he murmured in my ear, “all I wanted to do was bend you over and claim you as mine.”
I swear to god I nearly came right there.
“Is that your intention now?” I asked, carefully.
“Not tonight,” he said, though it sounded more like a promise than anything else. “I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to get to know you. You intrigue me. I want to know what’s in here,” he tapped my temple, gently. “Just as much as I want to claim this,” he squeezed my ass.
I swallowed. “Where do Jiwon and JongB come into this?”
“JongB had told Jiwon he ‘thought you were hot’ and after your little… what is the word?”
“Tryst?” I offered.
“Mmmm,” Xiao murmured. “After that, he told JongB. I overheard. And here we are.”
“And it really doesn’t bother you?” I asked. I was starting to feel like a broken record, but this was still a batshit crazy idea to me.
Xiao’s weight left me, then before I knew what he was doing, he had flipped me over onto my back. He knelt above me, his arms folded, and his erection bobbing in front of him. “I think I want you to be happy, and I feel that will be achieved with more than just me. If I have to share you with JongB and Jiwon, I can do that. However, they’re not here right now. I am. And I think I should be the one getting your full attention.”
I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips. “That’s fair,” I agreed. “Ji-who?”
Xiao gave me a positively satisfied smirk and a firm nod of his head. “Good. Now, where was I?”
I raised my shoulders before casually using both hands to point at my exposed breasts. “Somewhere around here?”
The smirk grew. “That looks right.”
He lowered himself back down so that he was settled just above my hips, but with none of his weight on my stomach. Xiao leaned forward, his hands circling my neck, his thumbs just below my ears. The action had brought him close, and as he started using his thumb to massage the spot at the top of my jaw, he lowered his mouth to mine.
As I allowed his tongue entry to my mouth, my hands ran up his chest. His skin was hot and smooth, and I couldn’t get enough of him. His tongue seemed to be massaging mine, just as intensely as his hands were.
Finally, he pulled away, laying a trail of kisses straight down the center of my chest as he moved backwards. His palms found my nipples at the same time his cock passed over my pubic bone and my breath caught in my throat.
His hands worked at each breast with care, avoiding my nipples. Like they needed his touch, they strained towards him, but he ignored them. Or at least, his hands ignored them. His eyes were fixed on them.
Then, as if that wasn’t enough torture, with his thighs clamping mine closed, he started grinding against me. He was about two inches higher than he needed to be, yet, with no contact on my clit or my nipples, he pushed me over the brink he’d been keeping me on. Words were replaced with moans as the blissful feeling took over me.
I wasn’t even sure how it was possible, but fuck me, I hadn’t had an orgasm like that before.
When the feeling started to subside enough for me to mentally return to the room, I found Xiao’s eyes locked on mine. “That’s a beautiful sight,” he murmured.
“I’m relaxed,” I sighed.
Xiao bent to the side, picking something up. By the time I worked out it was a condom, I was ready to go again. I reached up to help him out, but he batted my hand away. “Not this time,” he chided me.
“You know you’re going to have to let me move?” I asked him.
He glanced up, long enough to move his knees apart to let my legs escape. I wiggled up the bed from under him. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his hands grabbing my legs from the backs of my knees. With a strong pull, I was sliding down the bed, back towards him.
Still kneeling, my bent legs either side of him, he angled his body, pressing the tip of his penis against my slit, sliding it up and down. “It looks like someone is ready for me, my tai hou,” he groaned, appreciatively.
I didn’t have the opportunity to ask him what that meant before he was slowly easing himself inside me. I spread my legs wider, urging him in, deeper.
His hands left my legs, traveling up to my waist, then in one movement, he picked me up. I got my wish, feeling him sink deep inside me so suddenly, I clutched at his shoulders, crying his name, accompanied by a few choice cuss words.
His mouth latched onto a nipple and he started sucking. My fingers twisted through his hair, not wanting him to let go, but equally feeling my senses go into overdrive. I started to raise myself in his lap and he groaned against me, his hands clutching me tightly to stop me from moving.
The hell with that.
I squirmed in his hold, simultaneously discovering it was both the best and worst decision to make as he somehow managed to sink deeper into me. “Oh, fuck!” I cried.
I had no idea how his core or his thighs were still keeping us in this position, but his grip loosened. It was enough for me to move, but not enough for me to fall. I took it as a sign and started moving myself up and down.
His mouth finally let my nipple free and he was back to holding me in place, making his own thrusts. I could see the strain in his eyes, as his gaze locked on mine. He was so close but trying to hold out.
Then, he let out a stream of something in Chinese, pulled my mouth to his and kissed me feverishly as he orgasmed. God bless him, he didn’t stop working me up and down his length until I was joining him.
Our bodies clung to each other, neither of us moving as we came down from the high. I was trying to get my breath, needing air, but also not wanting to let go. “That was insane,” I told him before kissing him.
With a great sigh, Xiao broke the kiss, easing me off him, and laying me gently on the bed. No sooner had he settled down beside me, a bleeping started from across the room. I looked at him. “Did… did you set a timer?”
He shrugged, rolling over and off the bed. He strode over to a pile of discarded clothes and plucked his phone up, silencing the alarm. “We need to go back soon.”
I let out a dissatisfied grunt as I stretched out. I touched something unfamiliar and picked it up: the condom wrapper. I started to screw it up so that I could toss it in the trash but stopped. “Xiao,” I said, slowly. He stuck his head out of the bathroom. “Did you use a Hello Kitty condom?” It was a rhetorical question. I could tell from Hello Kitty’s face staring back at me that he had indeed used a Hello Kitty condom. He grinned and disappeared back into the bathroom. “That’s Hello Kitty corrupted for me,” I muttered.
We cleaned up and then left. Xiao had turned into some form of mathematical genius on me and worked out how much was owed, depositing the money in a drop box with the key.
Love Motels were a little odd, but I wasn’t against using them again in the future. We had taken a few steps from the motel when two girls appeared around the corner. I knew the moment they laid eyes on us that they knew who Xiao was. There was a squeal and they hurried over.
“Ah,” I said, greeting them enthusiastically. “Maybe you can help. He’s lost,” I told them, speaking in Japanese. “He’s trying to find the best place for a taxi but I’m visiting from Tokyo and I don’t know this area at all.”
Xiao gave me a quizzical look but nodded an agreement.
Of course, the two Japanese fans were fluent in Korean. In exchange for photos, while I pretended not to know who he was, they gave him some directions. I gave them some vague thanks and crossed the road, hoping they hadn’t worked out that he and I had left a Love Motel together, and took my time walking down the street.
/> The two girls waved Xiao off, but he had the sense not to join me. At the far end of the street, where we joined a busier road, we both hailed separate taxis. The evening had been incredible, but it wouldn’t have been worth it if he’d have been caught.
I didn’t manage to speak to Xiao after that. Jiwon and JongB were lurking across the street from our hotel and pounced on him as soon as he got out of the taxi so that they could return to the hotel together. I waited a while before walking in after them.
By the time I was in my room, alone, I was exhausted. I took a quick shower and then climbed into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
The Osaka concert was just as intense as the one in Seoul had been. This time, I was more prepared. Their stage movements were similar, as were their outfits, but different enough to keep me on my toes.
Their dancing had gotten tighter and CX had improved so much, it was surprising that only a couple of days had passed. I was willing to bet he was up all hours practicing. I made sure to get some extra shots of him so that I could show him how awesome he was.
This time I witnessed something I hadn’t seen before. There was a point towards the end of the show, when Onyx were talking to the audience, that something started happening in the seated section at the back. On the top level of seating, one by one, all the light sticks went out, sending the seated area into darkness. Then, in what looked like a random pattern, fans were holding something up – I wasn’t sure what – to create glowing letters.
“We love Onyx” I read the Japanese. It took a moment for Onyx to see it, but MinMin raised his hand to block out the spotlights, then he turned to CX clearly asking him what it said. I could see CX read and translate it for him. The smile on MinMin’s face was so big, his eyes disappeared into little crescent moons as he pointed it out to JongB on the other side of him. By the time Youngbin was clued in on it, and Onyx were sending hearts at the audience, it switched to Korean.
Although I took a few pictures of the audience’s declaration, for Onyx’s benefit, I had more fun taking photographs of Onyx’s reactions. I’d started searching fan pages and this was the kind of thing they would love. Plus, I kinda liked it too.
Once again, the concert ended too soon. I would have loved to watch them all night long. This time, there was no waiting around backstage. Onyx had a full schedule starting early in the morning, and Sungmin wanted them to get back to the hotel so they could rest. Instead of returning to Seoul, everyone would remain in Osaka for two more days until we went to Shanghai. At which point, Xiao and one of the staff members were returning to South Korea.
While Onyx spent the two days going from one appearance to the next, I stayed locked up in my room, only venturing out when I was hungry. I probably should have taken the opportunity to see more of Osaka while I was there, but I had taken so many photos, plus it was raining heavily for both of the days that I didn’t really have the desire, anyway.
When I left my room properly, it was with all my bags packed and my comfortable yoga pants on, ready for us to go to the airport. I had just finished uploading all the photos to Atlantis’ media server and was running a little bit late: Sungmin wanted us all in the lobby at six, and it was already two minutes to.
The door banged shut behind me as I hammered on the elevator button. “Come on,” I muttered.
Another door shut, and I looked up to find Xiao walking towards me. “That doesn’t make it get here faster,” he said.
“No, but it makes me feel better.”
“I’m glad I got to see you before the airport,” he said, his hand dipping into the pocket of his shorts. “I have something for you.” Xiao pushed me up against the wall, nuzzling at my neck. His hands slipped around my waist, cupping my butt. Before I could get my brain functioning, he had stepped away, grinning.
“Oh, that’s not fair,” I grumbled. The door to the elevator pinged open and we stepped in. As soon as I had hit the button for the lobby, Xiao turned back to me, handing me my phone. “How the hell…?” I took it from him as he grinned at me.
“My present.”
“Using your ability to grope me as a disguise for stealing my phone?” When Xiao continued to grin at me, I looked down at my phone, turning it over. “You didn’t,” I said, despite the fact he clearly had: hanging from my phone was a small Hello Kitty charm.
“I don’t want you forgetting about me while you’re in Shanghai,” he said as the elevator reached the lobby.
“I can assure you that won’t happen,” I promised him.
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Tension Up
The mood in China was completely different from both Korea and Japan. During the two-hour flight, Atlantis had released the news that Xiao had returned to Seoul and would be unable to join Onyx in Shanghai and Hong Kong. I didn’t realize how badly that news would be taken until we walked through the airport.
Depending on the airport and where your flight originated from, normally, you couldn’t greet anyone until they had been through Customs and Immigration. China was no different. You needed a visa to enter the country and they were very strict about that. Walking from the gate through to the Immigration border control was simple enough. The group got a few curious stares, but nothing significant.
We passed through Immigration without any trouble, even with our multiple nationalities. The problem started on the other side.
I’d discovered in Osaka that due to their popularity and for their safety, Onyx didn’t collect their own bags. They were ushered through, straight outside to where the minibus was waiting for them, leaving the rest of the staff to find their bags off the conveyor belt and follow along after.
In Osaka, I’d lucked out. My bags had been the very first off the plane, and I had grabbed them and been able to get on their minibus with them. Shanghai was different. I had to wait with the stylist, makeup artist, and two assistants while Shanghai Pudong International Airport made up their mind which baggage belt they were unloading our plane onto.
It took nearly an hour before we were outside and free. That was when I first started to notice things were wrong. The fans who had been there had long gone, but I could see their discarded signs. Most were written in Chinese, which I didn’t understand, but there were some which were pictures. And a lot of them were of CX’s face with a cross over it.
I pulled out my phone and opened a translation app, knowing well before I even did that I wasn’t going to like what I saw. The app scanned the signs, translating them for me. Most of them were saying how they loved a certain member, although I couldn’t see a single one with CX’s name on it. A few said they missed Oh Bohyun, and more wanting Xiao there. But then there were a handful of hurtful ones: How dare you replace our king with him? and CX is a poor man’s substitute.
Before I could stop myself, I was scooping them up and shoving them in a trash can. I hoped CX couldn’t understand Chinese and hadn’t seen the one with his face crossed out. He wasn’t there as Xiao’s replacement.
On the drive to the venue, I spent the time trying not to get travel sick as I scanned Instagram and Twitter. Twitter was having a meltdown. Half agreed that Xiao should have been there and CX shouldn’t have been. The other half were split between Bohyun should have been there, it wasn’t Xiao’s fault, and we love CX…
I put my phone back in my pocket, not wanting to look at it anymore. The concert was tomorrow and then we were on a 5 am flight to Hong Kong for a performance the same night. Hopefully they would be too busy to notice?
I doubted it. Onyx lived on their phones as much as I did.
I pulled my phone out and took a few screen shots, emailing them to Holly and her assistant, Inhye. I was sure they were already aware of it. I was also unsure what they could do about it. But I felt better for doing it.
Our small groups checked into the hotel. Onyx had gone straight to the venue. I’d heard Youngbin on the plane telling Sungmin that they should spend as much time practicing as they could.
One of th
e assistants made the decision on the room assignments. With Xiao back in Korea, JongB who had shared with him previously. was now rooming with Jiwon, leaving Youngbin to share with Sungmin, otherwise, it was the same as it had been in Osaka. Given that we were checking out first thing in the morning because we were leaving for Hong Kong straight after the show, I didn’t bother to unpack anything other than my night things.
I was given the option to either stay at the hotel or go to the venue with the others. I chose the latter. I was worried about CX.
Shanghai traffic was insane.
I wasn’t entirely convinced most of the road users knew how to drive – including the driver who was getting us to the venue, the Shanghai Indoor Stadium. It was another large venue, much like the others had been.
Once I’d been given my AAA pass and shown how to get in and out of the venue, I had a look around; it was impressive how big these venues were that they were filling. The stage was being set up, rigs at various heights as lights were moved around, and Onyx wasn’t there. After asking around, I found they were in one of the rooms, practicing like I expected they would be. I slipped in, unnoticed.
They all looked exhausted and stressed, but I had also never seen a group of people more determined. It was strange not having Xiao there, and I could tell they were trying hard to fill his place, but it wasn’t quite working.
Strangely, the problem wasn’t their newest member. CX was a great dancer. He had picked up the routines quickly and having watched them at the last two shows, it would have been difficult for anyone to tell he hadn’t been there from the beginning. Singing wise, in most of the songs, he didn’t have many lines. For the few he did, he nailed them.
The two struggling were JongB and Youngbin. Neither of them were dancers. If you gave them a routine, they could learn it – although currently I was suspecting that it came from an insane amount of repetition. However, in terms of dancing, if there was anything resembling freestyle, JongB resorted to dad-dancing, and Youngbin attempted, but failed to have the finesse the others did.