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“Seungkwan, I'm really sorry.” Vernon says, his big brown eyes sparkling. Seungkwan hates himself for noticing.
It’s a sunny Wednesday afternoon, the sun at the perfect height in the sky. Seungkwan should be at a cafe getting an iced americano and laughing with the barista before he heads to the studio.
Instead, he’s in his apartment, getting broken up with.
“I just don’t think we’re working out anymore.”
Seungkwan wants to scream, get up, and send his fist flying into the nearest wall.
He and Vernon aren’t even that serious, they’ve only been dating for a couple of months at this point. But Vernon was crazy hot and Seungkwan liked hanging out with him a lot. Plus, people didn’t really break up with him.
Boo Seungkwan, The darling of the music industry.
“I want the best for you Seungkwan, I still care about you.” Vernon says.
The worst part is that Seungkwan can’t even find it in himself to be angry at Vernon. Vernon’s being so nice about it, voice gentle and genuinely sorry sounding.
If Vernon was anyone other than Vernon, Seungkwan would have been kicking and screaming, fighting this breakup as hard as he possibly could.
Instead, he looks into Vernon’s gentle eyes and finds he can’t raise his voice in the slightest.
“It’s fine.” Seungkwan says, monotone.
Vernon smiles sadly. “It’s hard I know, I hope we can still be friends.”
Seungkwan doesn’t answer and Vernon seems to understand.
“I’ll go now but I'm serious, I like being around you Seungkwan. I still want to be friends.”
Seungkwan waits until he hears his front door close before he buries his head in the pillows on his couch and screams at the top of his lungs.
–
Seungkwan wakes up the next morning determined to move on with his life.
He’s dated other boys for longer than he’d dated Vernon, and he survived those breakups. This one should be a breeze.
At least that was what he thought before he looked at his phone.
Soonyoung
Anything you want to tell me?
Attached are three pictures, all of them of Vernon walking down the street where he and Vernon used to always go and get breakfast. The difference is that he’s holding hands with a stranger.
Seungkwan
What the hell?
Soonyoung
Good morning sunshine
Seungkwan
Vernon broke up with me yesterday
Soonyoung
These are from this morning, they’re really making the rounds on twitter.
Seungkwan
Wtf. Who is he?
Soonyoung
Lee Chan, some up-and-coming actor I guess.
Seungkwan doesn’t think he can be blamed for how fast he closes the messaging app and opens google, furiously typing Lee Chan into the search bar.
His eyes study the numerous pictures that pop up, sharp eyes, sharp jawline, nice smile, nice ass, great arms. He’s got Hollywood written all over him. He’s not even Vernon’s type.
He clicks on the Wikipedia article that’s at the top of the page and starts reading.
Lee Chan, born in Iksan South Korea. Started acting as a teenager but just got his big Hollywood role this year at twenty-three.
He furiously swipes out of google and opens twitter, typing Lee Chan into the search bar yet again.
Unfortunately, twitter is in love with the guy. There are pages of accounts dedicated to him and only him with thousands of followers each.
He’s been in one movie and he already has the entire public wrapped around his fingers. It took Seungkwan years for his songs to even make it on the radio. He wants to throw his phone at the wall.
A phone call from Jeonghan stops him.
“Want to explain why your boyfriend is holding hands with another man this morning?” He asks, not even bothering with a hello.
“We broke up yesterday.” Seungkwan grits out. He resists the urge to smother himself with a pillow.
“Well, the media is eating this shit up.” Jeonghan says. “They’re getting a kick out of you being thrown in the garbage like rotten fruit.”
“Please stop reminding me.” Seungkwan groans. “Is this even bad for me? Why is it my fault that my ex is going out with someone a day after we broke up?”
Jeonghan sighs into the phone. “It’s good and bad. Depends on which side of the breakup people are going to side with.”
“And?” Seungkwan pushes.
“And…Lee Chan is universally loved right now.” Jeonghan sighs.
Seungkwan wants to scream. “And I have an attitude problem.”
“No one has ever said that.” Jeonghan says but it sounds a little weak.
“I know that’s what everyone thinks.” Seungkwan snaps. Seungkwan likes to write songs about himself and his experiences and sometimes it comes off a little dramatic. He wouldn’t change a thing about it but he knows how some people perceive him. “So you think they’re not going to side with me.” He deadpans.
“That’s not what I said.” Seungkwan can practically hear Jeonghan rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying that they’re not going to turn against this Chan kid.”
Seungkwan’s clock says 1:20 pm and he’s already tired of listening to Jeonghan.
“Look, I'm really tired of being reminded that my boyfriend broke up with me.” He sighs. “Can we please continue this later?”
“Sure.” Jeonghan turns soft. “Take care of yourself Seungkwan.”
Seungkwan hangs up without a goodbye, Jeonghan’s words ringing in his eyes.
He hates this Lee Chan with the perfect face and the perfect reputation who can show up in tweets and articles hand in hand with Seungkwan’s boyfriend and not even suffer a little bit.
Seungkwan is dialing a number he hasn’t called in a while before he even realizes what he’s doing.
“Seungkwan?” Wonwoo’s voice comes through the phone. “Why are you calling me? Are you okay?”
Wonwoo is a nice guy. Probably too nice for Seungkwan to be involved in what he’s about to do. He interviewed Seungkwan years ago and they’ve kept in touch ever since.
“Not in trouble,” Seungkwan says, his voice dripping with honey. Wonwoo’s always been susceptible to his extra-sweet persona. “I just have some information you might be interested in.”
The line goes silent for a moment.
“You’re never willing to share gossip with me.” Wonwoo says. “What’s changed?”
“What? I can’t do a favor for you once in a while?” Seungkwan asks.
Wonwoo sighs and Seungkwan knows he’s won.
“It’s about Lee Chan.”
“Lee Chan? The actor?”
“The one and only.”
Seungkwan can practically see Wonwoo hunching over as if it will let him hear Seungkwan better.
“What do you have on him?”
It’s almost too easy.
“Well, I’ve been hearing that he’s an alcoholic.” Seungkwan says quietly. “He hides it really well but it’s starting to deteriorate his personal relationships.”
“Oh shit, that’s good.” Wonwoo says, hushed. “Are you sure you want this published though?”
Seungkwan grins with all of his teeth.
“I want it to spread as far as you can.”
–
Seungkwan wakes up to headlines of Chan’s rumored alcohol addiction instead of Vernon and Chan’s love affair.
He considers it a good day.
He makes himself a coffee and puts on an episode of his favorite drama, waiting for his phone to ring from a lovesick Vernon begging Seungkwan to take him back.
When his phone does ring two hours later, it’s not Vernon on the other side.
Soonyoung tells him there’s a party and that Seungkwan better get his sad ass off of the couch to come with.
Since Seungkwan is in a good mood, he agrees immediately. What better way to celebrate a victory.
It’s a typical A-list party. The alcohol expensive and the drugs designer.
Best of all, Vernon is nowhere in sight.
“Drink up.” Soonyoung says with a smirk on his face, handing him a glass filled to the brim with a mysterious pink liquid.
Seungkwan drinks it all in one go, barely even tasting the drink at all. He snatches Soonyoung’s out of his hands, just sipping it.
“Damn,” Soonyoung says. “Let me go grab you another one.”
Seungkwan usually finds himself surrounded by people at parties like these, always someone who demanded and kept attention.
But tonight, Seungkwan keeps his back firmly planted against the wall, willing himself to blend into the shadows.
He really doesn’t want to talk to anyone about Vernon and the burning questions he knows most people have rotting inside of their brains.
Seungkwan’s been there before, he knows how these people work.
No one besides Soonyoung has spoken to him yet though, and he allows his shoulders to relax. Maybe tonight will be okay.
Of course, that thought doesn’t last long since a man is making his way toward him, with bright eyes and a sturdy build.
Seungkwan knows this head of blonde hair.
The boy smiles and Seungkwan knows exactly who he is. Lee Chan.
Seungkwan drags his eyes down the expanse of his body. He’s roughly Seungkwan’s height but that’s where the similarities end. Every muscle in Chan’s body looks perfectly sculpted, his jawline sharp and masculine, and his eyes captivating.
Wherever Chan was sharp and defined, Seungkwan was round and soft.
“You’re Seungkwan.” He says, a sparkle in his eyes. Usually, Seungkwan would be a little charmed by the apparent admiration, but all he feels now is irritated.
“Yup.” He says, popping the P at the end.
Chan blinks, seemingly taken aback by Seungkwan’s attitude. He’s apparently not deterred.
“I’m a huge fan of your work.” He smiles. “Your last album was really good.”
Seungkwan sighs, a little dramatically. “Thanks, I guess.”
Chan’s brows furrow at that, the smile leaving his lips.
“Do you always frown like that or do you have a problem with me?” Chan’s words are sharp now, something Seungkwan is better equipped to deal with.
He takes a long sip of his cocktail, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Heard you have an alcohol problem.” He says coolly. “I don’t really want to associate myself with people like that.”
Chan’s mouth drops open. Seungkwan reaches forward, a single finger under his jaw, and closes it for him.
“Maybe so.” There’s a fire in Chan’s eyes now. “But I heard you sleep around with the entire industry. Is that why Vernon broke up with you?”
Seungkwan sees red. He grips his glass harder to stop himself from launching himself at Chan and punching him right in his pretty face.
Chan is grinning now. Nothing like the pleasant smile he had on before. This one is vial and a little evil.
“You’re not the only one who can spread rumors.” Chan says, his words full of venom.
“Fucking psychopath.” Seungkwan jeers at his back as he walks away.
Seungkwan watches Chan as he makes his way across the room, joining who he assumes are his friends with a pleasant smile on his face, like he hadn’t encountered Seungkwan at all.
He needs more to drink.
“What the hell was that?” Soonyoung appears in front of Seungkwan, drink in hand. Seungkwan snatches it from his grasp and takes a long sip.
“Nothing. Let’s dance.”
–
Seungkwan wakes up with a vicious pounding in his head.
This is the most hungover he’s ever been in his life, he’s positive he’s going to die. He pulls his covers over his head and wills himself to fall back asleep.
The shrill ring of his phone makes that impossible.
Seungkwan knows it’s Jeonghan and he really doesn’t want to deal with him.
He slips out to reach out to his phone when he catches sight of the screen.
Jeonghan has called and texted him roughly a thousand times. Seungkwan groans, this is actually serious.
Jeonghan
Seungkwan we need to talk
Seungkwan?
Are you still sleeping? You know you have to wake up to my calls
Fucker answer your phone
Fine. look at the news yourself.
Sungkwan swallows hard and opens twitter
Serial dater, Boo Seungkwan. Does the star singer jump from man to man too quickly?
Seungkwan clicks on the article against his better judgment.
It’s filled with lie after lie about his past relationships, clearly orchestrated to make him look bad. There’s only one person who could be behind this
One click takes him to Chan’s twitter profile. The last post is from just an hour ago, a picture of Chan with Vernon’s cat. Chan is lying on Vernon’s floor, his blonde hair fanning out like a halo above his head. His smile is soft, his lips curling delicately. The cat is perched on his chest, just short of Shoving its head in his chest.
Seungkwan feels anger bubble up inside of him, hot and vicious.
He skips over Jeonghan’s contact and dials Soonyoung.
–
Seungkwan paces his apartment trying to think of something that would bring Chan down to his knees and drag Vernon back into his arms.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” Soonyoung says from his spot on the couch, watching Seungkwan with nervous eyes. “I mean, Chan is okay….why do you want to ruin his entire career?”
Seungkwan whips his head towards Soonyoung. “Never say that he’s okay ever again.” He growls. “Chan is the biggest asshole I've ever met.” He takes a breath. “And, it’s the principle of things. He steals my boyfriend and spreads rumors about me, I have to retaliate.”
Soonyoung sighs and puts his head in his hands.
“Okay, okay.” He mutters. “What about cheating?”
“Cheating?”
“Yeah,” Sooyoung says. “Like, he cheated on his last boyfriend or something. Something that will make Vernon suspicious of him and ruin his reputation a little.”
Seungkwan claps his hands. “Soonyoung that is PERFECT!”
He snatches his phone from the couch and frantically starts typing.
“What are you-”
“I’m stalking Chan’s instagram.” Seungkwan says, already scrolling through picture after picture.
“Why?”
“I need the name of an ex to make it realistic,” Seungkwan says with an eye roll. “Maybe they ended on bad terms and I can bribe them into going along with this if it comes to it.”
“You’re kind of insane.” Soonyoung says but Seungkwan tunes him out.
He’s too busy looking at picture after picture of Chan.
Chan flexing, Chan in the pool shirtless, Chan with windswept hair standing in the streets of Paris.
Seungkwan can’t help but think that he was always destined to be on the screens, despite his personality.
He finally scrolls down far enough that he sees pictures of him with a girl.
One click tells him it’s not anyone he’s related to and another picture with just a single heart as the caption tells him they weren’t just friends.
Seungkwan grins maniacally.
He calls Wonwoo.
“What now?” Wonwoo answers, sounding drained.
“Is that how you greet one of your dear friends?” Seungkwan chastises.
“I mean, the last time you called me it was to cash in a favor.” Wonwoo deadpans. “So it depends if you need another favor or not.”
“Come on, I gave you some good gossip last time.” Seungkwan whines. “It was worth it.”
“So you need another favor.” Wonwoo says.
“......yes.” Seungkwan admits.
Wonwoo sighs. “Fine. Ask away.”
“Well, I have another piece of Chan gossip for you.”
“Great.” Wonwoo says with no sign of any emotion in his voice.
“This is good!” Seungkwan whines. “He cheated on his ex-girlfriend back in the day. That’s why they broke up.”
“What’s the girlfriend’s name?” Wonwoo asks.
“Yujin.” Seungkwan says. “If she comes forward, I might be able to pay her off.”
“Sometimes you are more trouble than you’re worth.” Wonwoo sighs.
“So you’ll publish it?”
“Of course.” Wonwoo sounds exhausted.
“I love you.” Seungkwan says cutely. “Make sure to get some sleep, I wouldn't want you to get sick.”
“Of course.” Seungkwan can hear the smile in Wonwoo’s voice now and it makes him smile in return.
“One day I'll call you for non selfish reasons.” Seungkwan says. “I promise.”
“I believe you.” Wonwoo says. “Good night Seungkwan.”
“Good night.”
–
He goes into the studio the next morning with a spring in his step and a smile on his face.
The weather is warm and there isn’t a single cloud in the sky. Plus, Chan's reputation is going to take a beating today. Seungkwan thinks it’s going to be a great day.
He pushes through the front door fully expecting to see a frowning Jihoon on the other side.
He freezes when he sees a head of blonde hair instead, very familiar and infuriating.
Chan notices him immediately.
“Oh! Seungkwan.” He says with a smirk just short of wicked. “How are you?”
Seungkwan resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Just fine. Less fine now that I've seen your face.”
Chan pouts sarcastically. “Oh, poor you. I’m just waiting for my very talented boyfriend to get out of the studio for the day. You wouldn’t know anything about that since you know..” He trails off but Seungkwan knows what he means. He swears there’s steam rolling out of his ears at this point. He hates that Chan looks all calm and collected.
“Well,” Seungkwan says after a deep breath. “I heard that there’s something very nasty coming out about you very soon.”
Chan’s smile drops and Seungkwan can’t help but laugh.
“What did you-” Chan is interrupted by his phone going off. He pulls it out and stares down at it, his face turning murderous within seconds. Seungkwan laughs even harder.
“You fucking-” Chan drops the phone and rushes forward, his palm hitting Seungkwan square in the chest, his fingers digging into the fabric of Seungkwan’s t-shirt.
He pushes and pushes until Seungkwan’s back hits the wall, hard. The sound echoes in the empty room.
“What are you going to do?” Seungkwan sneers. Their faces are just a breath away from each other, Seungkwan can feel the puffs of Chan’s breath on his lips.
He stares into Chan’s eyes, sees the fire and anger that fill them.
He feels electrified. He wants to keep pushing and biting.
“You are going to fucking ruin my life.” Chan growls. He shoves Seungkwan harder against the wall and Seungkwan swears he glances down at his lips.
Then, the studio door opens. The heat of Chan’s hand on his chest disappears so fast, Seungkwan almost gets whiplash.
“Vernon!” Chan says with a bright smile, a complete 180 from the man he was just a moment ago. Seungkwan grits his teeth, what a fucking two-faced liar.
“Hey babe.” Vernon ways with a soft smile, eyes sparkling. It makes Seungkwan feel sick.
Vernon looks up and locks eyes with Seungkwan, the smile falling from his lips. “Oh, hey Seungkwan.” He says through a forced grin.
“Great.” Seungkwan grumbles. “Is Jihoon in there? I have work to do.”
“Uh, yeah but-”
Seungkwan storms past them, slamming the studio door behind him.
“Please don’t break my doors.” Jihoon says without looking up. “I’m guessing you saw Vernon.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Seungkwan says as he steps into the booth and puts the headphones on. “Let’s just work.”
This is why Seungkwan likes Jihoon, he doesn’t push it, just nods and presses the record button, letting Seungkwan lose himself in his music.
He sings until he’s not thinking about Chan and the way he looked when he had him up against the wall. He sings until he’s not thinking about Vernon’s forced smile. He sings until the music is the only thing he’s thinking about.
–
Seungkwan wakes up to his phone ringing. He’s getting sick of starting his days like this.
“What?” He answers, voice still rough from sleep.
“Good morning to you too.” Jeonghan answers, his voice void of all emotions.
“What is it?” Seungkwan groans. He already has an idea.
“Well, somehow there’s a rumor spreading around that you were a bully in high school, do you have any idea what that’s about?”
Seungkwan turns over so he can scream into his pillow. It’s far too early for him to be dealing with this.
“I wasn’t a bully.” He says into the phone.
“Well, that’s certainly what I'm telling the company.” Jeonghan sighs. “But something is going on, you’ve never had deformation rumors before and now you get two of them within weeks.”
Sungkwan knows he has to confess, but he really doesn’t want to tell Jeonghan what he’s been doing.
“Well…” He trails off.
“Boo Seungkwan, if you do not tell me what you’ve done I will come over there and drag you out of bed myself and pour ice water over your head.” Jeonghan growls.
“Why do you assume it was me?” Seungkwan squeaks. Jeonghan doesn’t answer and Seungkwan figures that’s fair.
“Okay well…I might have started a rumor about Chan after the dating news came out.” Seungkwan grumbles. “And then I might have hinted to his face that I started it so he might have spread a rumor about me to get back at me…and then I spread another rumor about him and this is probably him getting back at me.”
Jeonghan sighs, loud and stressed, right into the phone. “Seungkwan, I swear to god.”
“It’s his fault-”
“I don't care whose fault it is.” Jeonghan interrupts. “Because now, I have to work my ass off to fix it.”
Guilt rushes through Seungkwan. Chan deserved what he got, but he never wanted to make Jeonghan’s job harder than it already was.
Maybe he’ll talk to the higher-ups about a pay raise.
“Sorry Jeonghan.” Seungkwan mumbles, childlike in its tone.
Jeonghan sighs again. Seungkwan knows he’s pulling at the roots of his hair at this point. “Just…stop. Can you manage that? Can you manage to stay out of the tabloids for like a week?”
Seungkwan’s not entirely sure he can keep that promise.
“Of course.” He says.
“Good. Please behave when you’re with Jihoon today. I have to focus on this bully rumor before it gets out of hand.”
Jeonghan hangs up without saying goodbye.
Seungkwan yawns and falls back asleep.
–
Seungkwan wants to keep his promise to Jeonghan, he really does.
But when it’s one of his friend’s birthdays and they're holding what he keeps on describing as the party of the year, he has to show up.
Mingyu, a model and close friend, has been throwing parties in his huge house for as long as Sungkwan has known him. Anyone who’s anyone is there.
And sure, Mingyu parties of the past have caused Seungkwan to end up on gossip sites in less than favorable positions but he’s going to be good this time.
Soonyoung and Seokmin are already drunk when Seungkwan shows up. He pointedly ignores them knowing that If he spends the night with the two of them, he will end up drunk out of his mind.
“Seungkwan!” A voice calls him over.
Joshua, a soloist with the voice and face of an angel, is calling him over. He’s always felt like the two of them have understood each other on a level that no one else could.
“How are you doing?” Joshua asks once Seungkwan is within listening distance.
“Good, good.” Seungkwan says.
Joshua raises an eyebrow.
“Okay, less than good.” Seungkwan admits. “But I'm sure you know all about that.”
“I don’t believe that garbage in the tabloids.” Joshua says with a shrug.
Seungkwan is distracted by a flash of blonde. He whips his head towards the source and his heart sinks when he recognizes the two figures.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Seungkwan hisses, his hands waving in Chan and Vernon’s direction.
Joshua gives him an apologetic look.
“You know Mingyu is friends with Vernon. Of course he’s going to come.”
The ‘and bring Chan’ is unspoken but Seungkwan hears it loud and clear.
He wants to scream and stop his feet like a child, demanding that Mingyu kick the two of them out because he was Mingyu’s friend first and Chan doesn’t have the right to infringe on every aspect of his life.
Instead, he takes a deep breath.
He can be mature about this. If Chan wants to play this game, he can return it.
“Of course.” Seungkwan says. Joshua looks at him warily. “Mingyu has every right to invite Vernon, I shouldn’t have questioned that.”
“...What are you about to do?” Joshua questions, voice strained.
“What makes you think I'm about to do something?”
“When have you ever tried to be the better person?”
“I’m not here to fight with them.” Seungkwan says, chest tall. “Anyway, how are you doing?”
Seungkwan lets Joshua talk his ear off about his new album and all the work he’s putting into it. Seungkwan responds enthusiastically but in reality, his mind is elsewhere.
Vernon and Chan are across the room, mouths close to each other's ears as they talk about something.
Seungkwan watches as Chan throws his head back in a laugh, the flashing lights lighting up the line of his throat.
Seungkwan’s throat feels dry.
“Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.” Seungkwan tells Joshua kindly. Joshua just nods. He’s far too good to hang out with Seungkwan all night anyway.
Seungkwan is maneuvering through the crowd in the general direction of the bathroom when the song over the speaker changes.
The music is slow and sensual. Seungkwan aches with want as he looks out at the bodies pressed together and moving in harmony.
His eyes glaze over them until they latch on to a pair of eyes looking right back at him.
Lee Chan is staring at him over Vernon’s shoulder, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide.
Goosebumps rise along the expanse of Seungkwan’s arm.
Chan’s hands move from where they had been resting across Vernon’s wide shoulders to tangle themselves into Vernon’s hair.
Without breaking eye contact, he yanks on the strands.
Seungkwan feels like his heart falls to the pit of his stomach.
The hands then push Vernon’s head forward until his face is nestled into the juncture of Chan’s neck.
Seungkwan watches in horror as Chan’s mouth falls open with a silent moan as Vernon undoubtedly starts kissing his neck.
Chan still hasn’t broken eye contact and neither has Seungkwan.
He can’t rip his eyes away. He drinks in the shape of his lips, the blush on his cheeks, the haziness of his eyes.
He wonders what he sounds like right now, what Vernon is experiencing from being that close up.
The thought throws Seungkwan off balance.
Chan grins as he watches Seungkwan, Pulling Vernon back far enough to whisper into his ear.
He winks at Seungkwan before wrapping a hand around Vernon’s wrist and pulling him off of the dance floor.
They’re about to go fuck in some secluded hallway while Seungkwan watches them leave with a dumbstruck expression on his face.
He feels stupid and he feels played.
Seungkwan walks up to the first security guard he can find.
“I’m sorry to bother you.” He says in the sweetest voice he can manage. “I just saw two kids disappear down that hallway.” He points in the direction Chan and Vernon disappeared. “I think one of them might have been a minor and I don’t want them to be in danger, can you go check up on them?”
“Of course, sir.” The security guard says. “Thank you for coming to me.”
“I just want everyone here to be safe.” Seungkwan bats his eyes a couple of times for good measure and the security guard smiles.
It’s almost too easy.
–
The internet is filled with pictures of Chan and Vernon getting escorted out of Mingyu’s party from last night.
Seungkwan scrolls through each and every one, takes in the embarrassment and anger on Chan’s face, and smiles to himself.
This feels like a true victory, a victory to end this stupid game they’ve been playing. Seungkwan won without a doubt. The heavyweight champion.
He walks into the studio with a grin on his face.
It slips off the moment he sees Jeonghan there, waiting for him.
“Jeonghan-” Seungkwan tries before he’s promptly interrupted.
“I told you not to go around angering Lee Chan to the point that he spreads more gossip about you but you couldn’t help yourself could you.” He scolds, arms crossed on his chest.
“I don’t-”
Jeonghan holds a news article on his phone in front of his face, promptly shutting him up.
Boo Seungkwan is a chronic lip-syncer, can he even sing at all?
If it wasn’t Jonghan’s phone, he would have thrown it against the wall over and over again until it broke into pieces.
“This isn’t even that hard to disprove.” Seungkwan says instead.
“That’s not what matters,” Jeonghan says, exhausted. “I asked you to do one thing for me and you went out and directly disobeyed it. I saw those pictures of Chan and Vernon, I know you were somehow behind them.”
“I’m sorry-”
“No, you're not.” Jeonghan sighs with a shake of his head.
Seungkwan wants to feel guilty, he does, but those pictures of Chan looking so dejected was so worth it.
“I’m going to need you to go to a movie premiere this weekend.” Jeonghan says.
“What?” Seungkwan pouts. Jeonghan knows he hates movie premieres more than anything. Their red carpets were always excruciating on every possible level.
“Well, I need you out there showing off your charisma as soon as possible before the entire internet hates you and your next album bombs.” Jeonghan says.
He looks up from his phone with the grin of an insane person. “Does that sound good?”
Seungkwan is not getting out of this one. “Yeah, it’s fine.”
“Great!” Jeonghan pockets his phone and claps his hands together. “Then, I'll have a suit delivered to your apartment Saturday morning and schedule a car to pick you up around seven that night. Have a good day Seungkwan, stay out of trouble.”
He walks out the door with a sharp wave. Seungkwan buries his head in his hands and resists the urge to scream.
“You coming in or what?” Jihoon says, head popping out of the recording studio door.
Seungkwan groans. “Yeah, fuck. I’m coming.”
“I get paid by the hour here.” Jihoon grumbles. “Let’s get started already.”
–
Seungkwan is in a suit that fits his body like a glove in the back of a sleek sports car pulling up to what he assumes is going to be one of the worst nights of his life.
“Do you need any help getting out of the car Mr. Boo?” The driver asks. Seungkwan shakes his head.
Jeonghan is already standing outside the door, tapping away at his phone.
“You look good.” He says without looking up. Seungkwan rolls his eyes. Of course, he looks good.
“All you have to do is walk the red carpet and look pretty, I'm sure you can manage that.” Jeonghan says. “Then I got you interviews with Variety, GQ, and Elle. Only those three, no one else.” Jeonghan looks Seungkwan in the eyes then. “Do not talk to any other interviewers.”
Seungkwan nods.
“Alright, good! Other than that, have fun!”
Seungkwan takes a deep, calming breath, and walks out onto the red carpet.
The flashes are overwhelming and all the photographers asking for something different from him at the same time always piss him off. He wants to yell at them and tell them to shut up for once. He smiles instead.
He’s about to walk off when all the photographer’s interest shifts off of him, to someone walking onto the carpet.
Seungkwan turns and his chest starts to burn when he sees who it is.
Chan is standing there, smiling for the photographers perfectly, in a perfectly tailored black tux with his blonde hair styled so meticulously Seungkwan could only describe him as a movie star.
Seungkwan is so pissed off.
But, Chan is alone. There’s no Vernon attached to his arm tonight.
He forgets he’s still on the carpet until Jeonghan tugs at his arm.
“Stop fucking staring at him.” He growls. “You’re going to make a scene. Let’s go talk to some interviewers now.”
Seungkwan’s been interviewing for almost a decade now, he could do all of them half asleep and still come across as funny and down to earth and charming.
He soars through the interview with Variety, making their female interviewer blush. He nails the interview with GQ, the man interviewing him laughing so hard he grips Seungkwan’s arm to steady himself.
It’s not until Elle that things start to get rocky.
“I wanted to ask you about Lee Chan.” She says. Seungkwan glances over at Jeonghan to see his eyes narrowing. This was not one of the questions he was given for pre-approval.
“He’s a very talented actor, I don’t know much about him.” Seungkwan says with a shrug and a smile. “There’s really not more than that.”
“There must be, I mean, he’s dating Chwe Vernon.” She says. She leans in closer like it will get Seungkwan to spill all of his dirty secrets.
“There’s nothing more.” Seungkwan says again, still smiling.
She drops it, thankfully, but Seungkwan is on edge now. Lee Chan has infiltrated every aspect of his life now and has leaked into Seungkwan’s world like water damage on a ceiling.
The irritation simmers inside of him and when he and Jeonghan finally sit down for the movie, he’s properly pissed off.
Anger storms even heavier in him when he sees Lee Chan in the front row, smiling and shaking the hands of everyone he walked past.
“What a pretentious asshole.” Seungkwan grumbles.
“Watch it.” Jeonghan warns.
Seungkwan spaces out as soon as the movie starts. It’s one of those boring Oscar-bait movies that no one actually watches, they just tell people they did.
Seungkwan is halfway through inventing a way to escape when he sees a figure stand up from the front row and move towards the door.
He sees a flash of blonde hair and he’s standing up.
“Bathroom.” He whispers to Jeonghan, already walking away before he can force Seungkwan to sit back down.
Seungkwan watches as Chan disappears into the bathroom, following right behind him.
Chan turns his way when he hears the door opening and Seungkwan throws a punch right into his stomach as hard as he can.
He wasn’t thinking at all if he’s being honest. He’s wanted to punch Lee Chan since the first time he saw his stupidly handsome face and it feels so good to have finally done it.
“What the fuck is your damage?” Chan demands, eyes ablaze. He's hunched over with his hands wrapped around his stomach, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
“You,” Seungkwan hisses, jabbing his finger into Chan’s chest. “Are a whore who stole my boyfriend.”
Chan breaks into an evil smile. “It’s not stealing if he came willingly.”
“You Fucking-” Seungkwan launches forward again, gripping onto the front of Chan’s shirt.
“What? Are you going to punch me again?” Chan asks.
“You drive me insane.” Seungkwan growls.
“If you wanted to fuck me so bad you could have just asked.” Chan says with a smirk. Seungkwan has half a mind to punch him right in the face.
“Maybe you’re the one that wants to fuck me.” Seungkwan shoots back. “Since you were so quick to pick up my sloppy seconds.”
“Maybe I am.” Chan says, eyes blazing.
Seungkwan feels like his entire body has been set on fire.
“You’re serious?” Seungkwan asks. He loosens his grip on Chan’s shirt, almost letting the fabric fall from his hands.
“Deadly.” Chan says, not a hint of humor in his voice.
“But-”
“Vernon and I broke up.” Chan interrupts him, not breaking eye contact for one moment.
Seungkwan takes a deep breath. This is going to be a horrible mistake. He already knows it.
He lets go of Chan’s shirt and wraps a hand around his wrist, dragging him into the first stall.
“What the-”
Seungkwan interrupts him before he can finish his question, pushing him up against the stall door.
“I’m going to fuck you until you shut the fuck up.”
Chan snaps his lips shut. Seungkwan grins in victory.
Was this what Chan wanted all along? For Seungkwan to snap and put him in his place.
Seungkwan can play that game if that’s what Chan wants.
He trails his fingers up the back of Chan’s neck and tangles them in his hair. He pulls on the strands lightly resulting in a low groan from Chan.
“Is that what you want?” Seungkwan asks, voice rough.
Chan whines and it sounds like music to Seungkwan’s ears.
His hands travel down to Chan’s shoulders and he pushes him down to his knees.
“I thought you were gonna fuck me?” Chan whines, almost cute.
“Did you bring lube to the fucking movie premere? Because I sure as hell didn’t” Seungkwan says with a scoff. Chan rolls his eyes but doesn’t respond.
“That’s what I thought.” Seungkwan says with a grin. “Now I'm going to use your pretty mouth for something useful for once.”
Chan’s pupils are blown wide, Seungkwan can’t look away.
He presses two fingers to the bottom of Chan’s lip, the other opening his mouth obediently for him. Seungkwan presses the digits against his tongue, Chan wrapping his lips around them.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, is that okay?” Seungkwan asks, voice already sounding wrecked.
Chan nods.
Seungkwan removes his fingers from Chan’s mouth to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. Chan watches him with attentive eyes, following every movement of Seungkwan’s fingers.
Seungkwan pulls his pants and underwear down, revealing his already hard dick. Chan leans forward, his hands sliding up Seungkwan’s thighs.
Chan’s mouth mouths the side of Seungkwan’s cock slowly, his tongue flicking into his slit once he reaches the top.
Seungkwan moans low in his throat. Chan presses the tongue to the underside of his head, looking up at him through his lashes.
“No teasing.” Seungkwan says, reaching down and gripping Chan’s jaw. Chan moans.
He presses on either side of Chan’s jaw, forcing him to open his mouth wider. He slides in until Chan’s nose brushes his pubic bone. Chan swallows around him and Seungkwan swears he sees stars.
He twists his fingers in Chan’s hair. “You good?” He asks. Chan nods.
Seungkwan’s hips hitch up, fucking loosely into Chan’s mouth. The sound is lewd and filthy, if anyone walked in they would know exactly what was happening.
He allows himself to memorize the feeling, the wet heat of Chan’s mouth, and the way he feels wrapped around Seungkwan.
His fingers tug on the roots of Chan’s hair as the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat over and over and over again. Chan groans around his cock, the sound traveling throughout his entire body.
“So good, baby.” Seungkwan moans.
He trusts harder and harder, so consumed with the pleasure that’s building at the base of his stomach. With one last thrust, he explodes, his vision going white.
He spills down Chan’s throat, he can feel him swallowing around the tip of his cock.
Seungkwan pulls out and collapses on the toilet behind him, out of breath and sated.
Chan is still kneeling on the floor, looking at him with hooded eyes and a heaving chest.
“Come here.” Seungkwan manages to get out. Chan scrambles to stand, letting Seungkwan maneuver him into his lip, wrapping his arms around Seungkwan’s neck. His face is so close to Seungkwan’s that he can feel his breath against his lips.
Seungkwan slides a hand under Chan’s shirt, fingertips pressed into flushed skin. Chan moans, his head dropping onto Seungkwan’s shoulder, already so worked up.
“I haven’t even touched you yet.” Seungkwan says, grinning. He digs his fingers hard into Chan’s hip, surely leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake.
“I fucking hate you.” Chan grumbles into Seungkwan’s skin, lips brushing against him with the movement.
Seungkwan wants to tease Chan more, make him really beg. But, they’re already running out of time as it is. He unbuttons his pants and slides his hand down, wrapping around Chan.
Seungkwan strokes from tip to base, spreading Chan’s precum down the entire expanse of him. The movement forces a long and needy whine out of Chan, his fingers digging into Seungkwan’s shoulder blades.
After only a few twists of his wrist, he has Chan quivering in his lap letting out high-pitched moans.
“Let go.” Seungkwan drawls into his ear, stroking Chan a little faster. “Come on, cum for me.”
Chan moans louder at that, something shaky and desperate. His thighs start to shake where they’re wrapped around Seungkwan and he feels Chan’s cum dripping down over his fingers.
“Good boy.” Seungkwan says, grabbing toilet paper before removing his hand to wipe himself off.
Chan is breathing heavily, his hair clinging to his forehead. His lips are a ridiculous shade of red, almost matching the shade of his cheeks exactly.
He reaches across Seungkwan to grab toilet paper of his own and shoves it down his pants before he’s standing.
They both look like a mess, Seungkwan isn’t sure how he’s ever going to be able to explain the state of his pants to Jeonghan.
Chan runs a hand through his hair, pushing it off of his face. Seungkwan lets himself stare, lets himself admit that it’s hot.
“That was fun.” Chan grins. Seungkwan frowns.
He leans forward and reaches into Seungkwan’s pocket, pulling out his phone.
“Unlock it?” He asks with a pout. Surprisingly, Seungkwan does.
Chan turns it back towards himself and starts typing, handing it back after only a moment.
Seungkwan looks down at the screen. A new contact called channie with a heart shows up.
“If you want to do this again.” Chan says with a shrug. “Or if you want to actually fuck. I’m down for that.”
Chan stands up and buttons his shirt back up with delicate fingers. Seungkwan watches his hands move as they travel down the garment.
His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are hazy but he smiles at Seungkwan like nothing happened.
“I’ll see you later, babe.” He winks and exits the stall, leaving Seungkwan slack-jawed, behind.