Jay Park x Zelo
Meeting
Okay, before you read this I'd just like to say that what I wrote about Jay and 2PM might not necessarily be my opinion. It was just an angle of the whole issue which worked for this story. Please don't take it too seriously. Thank you ^_^
Jay Park x Zelo
Chapter 1:
Jay sighed inwardly as he pushed the door to the dance studio open. Today he booked a neighbouring company's studio for his dance rehearsal. His solo comeback was in about three weeks but he knew this time, with all the scandals revolving around his group's disbandment, he needed to get some positive publicity. He was the reason for it after all. He cursed himself for not being able to hold his tongue. Well, thanks to his big mouth he wasn't cut any slack and had to find his own place to practice. Just great.
He was taken aback when he heard loud music pouring out of the open doorway. Jay frowned and walked into the room which was currently occupied by a tall, slender young man- or boy as it seemed. The person's body moved like fluid to the beat, making Jay stop in his tracks to watch the rest of his routine. This boy had some mad skills. Jay gazed over at his reflection in the wall-length mirror where their eyes met.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't see you there," he managed inbetween shallow pants. The boy was unbelievably fair which made his pink cropped hair even more prominent. He must have been around 17 or 18 years old. He still had a baby face, but he was towering above Jay and was starting to show some muscle definition through his t-shirt.
"No, I should be the one apologising. There must've been a mistake with the scheduling or something; I was supposed to be rehearsing right about now..."
A faint blush spread across the boy's cheeks, "Oh, you're probably right. Well, uh, don't let me keep you. I-I'll get my stuff."
He bowed hurriedly and grabbed his grey backpack and waterbottle. "I'm s-so sorry for the inconvenience," he added.
"Wait," Jay started, "my name's Jay, for interest's sake- If anyone asks."
"Mhhm," he nodded and smiled shyly before leaving, "I'm Junhong".
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The younger's breath hitched as Jay's fingers slid in and out of his heat, brushing the now oversensitive bundle of nerves within him. He stuck his hips back impaling himself further onto the older's hand. The slow pace was frustrating him to no end. "Please," he whispered as he eyed Jay's member greedily, "I need you."
The older stared back into Junhong's hooded eyes, withdrew his fingers and spread the younger's pale legs apart. Jay positioned himself at his entrance hurriedly and brought his hips forward...
"God...," he mumbled as his eyes flickered open. Jay stared at the white ceiling above him. He rubbed the palms of his hands over his face roughly, trying to concentrate on anything else but his aching erection. Just what the fuck was I dreaming about?
He raised himself until he was sitting cross-legged on his bed. From here he could look straight into the kitchen. He'd been living in this apartment for about two years now. The space was cluttered with dirty clothes, crumpled-up pages and the occasional pair of broken earphones or chargers. How his dirty laundry managed to find itself on the kitchen floor was beyond him. Later he had a spot on one of those corny variety shows since he'd been ordered to appear permanently. It was bugging him already.He clambered out of bed and basically crawled to the pile of darks laying infront of the fridge. He picked up one of the creased t-shirts and pressed it to his nose and inhaled. Fresh enough he agreed and pulled it over his head.
After arriving a half an hour late, he was whisked into make-up and wardrobe. Jay's eyes focused on the schedule which had been printed and was now stuck on the centre of the dressing room's door. Okay, whose presence am I going to be graced with today? He scanned the page.
"Guests- B.A.P Yoo Younjae, Bang Yongguk and Choi Junhong a.k.a Zelo"
Sigh, fuck my life. This better be good.
He was motioned with the rest of the co-hosts up to the stage where they'd be shooting. Jay plastered on the best fake smile he could manage as he walked towards the sound of screaming fans. His eyes grew wide when he finally reached the stage. A shock of dark pink hair and milky white skin stood there alongside him. The edge of his mouth twitched up into a smirk. Maybe today won't be so bad.__________________________________________________________________________________
Jay was back at home, sprawled out onto his sofa and staring down at his cellphone. "Junhongie~" illuminated from the screen. I just successfully obtained a teenage boy's cellphone number. You can literally get this kid to do anything for you; he's so eager to please anyone who's his hyung. Little brown-noser. Jay's eyes flickered to the contact again. What the hell possessed me to do this? I swear he was the kid I was... that was in my dream. Now that I think about it... that was actually really hot. Fuck, I'm such a freak! I see this kid and the next day I'm dreaming about fucking him! What's happened to my life? Sigh. I'd really like to see if we could do that stuff in real life though. His thumb hovered over the call button for a moment before being pressed down firmly.
The phone rang thrice when a voice came through the line, "Yeoboseyo?"
"Zelo Yeoboseyo," Jay grinned into the phone.
"Oh, Jay - Anyonghasaeyo - Uh, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you're going to be busy today, Zelo? Thought we could hang out - Sorry for the short notice."
"No, it's fine. I'm sorry, I'm only free on... Saturday I think. Is that okay? I'm sorry about that."
"That's fine," Jay smiled," we should really stop apologising to each other."
"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry..."
"Junhong~"
Zelo laughed, "Okay, I'll try."
This boy's too precious.
"I'll pick you up at two. I'll see you then, Zelo. Don't work too hard now, okay?" Jay added jokingly.
"Sure thing hyung."
"Goodnight Junhongie~"
"Sleep well Hyung."
Jay ended the call. He blinked a few times. I wonder how this will play out. Jay smiled smugly and rested his head on his arms. I think it'll work rather well, though.