innocence

i'm sorry for yesterday T_T''' my parents came home about a half hour after the 'theme' post. nice to see a lot of people are taking the challenge :D

aaand, the second part of our lil performance ^_^

Se7en P.O.V
Touching Taebin like that had almost made me break down, shuddering in rapture as I felt him hardening. Groin to groin, it was hard to hide something like that. I controlled myself, thinking of everything but what I was doing; my mum, my dad, my high school teacher. Luckily, it worked, and soon enough I was alone, singing and watching the audience sing with me. That was my favourite part of performing; seeing all your fans singing with you, smiling, screaming and crying. It was great how much music could affect people other than yourself.
Halfway through my verse, I leaned on a speaker next to me and placed my hand on my chest in a heartfelt pose, although my face was far from solemn. It was hard to keep the smile and happiness off my face as I sung.
Before I could even finish singing the line I was on, I felt a lithe body press into my back and a hand settle over mine, pressing it harder against my body. I smelt Taebin and almost gasped, but remembered we were on stage, so I kept singing and glued the smile to my face, as if I was in total control. His hard-on pressed into me and I tried to pull my hand away, but he placed his chin on my shoulder and ran my hand down to the rim of my shirt. The scream from the fans was almost deafening, yet sounded far away to me. Just as Taebin’s fingertips reached my bare skin between my shirt and jeans, the cue for the bridge came on and I leaned my head back, moving my body in time with the music. My hips swayed and I closed my eyes, hoping Taebin wouldn’t let his hands fall further down to touch me.
The chorus started and I spun around to face Taebin, grasping his shirt and giving him a look of pure hate. I pushed him so that the audience was to our side, then pulled him to me, placing one of my legs between his, letting it brush against him and tease him. I felt my hard-on brush against his leg, too, but ignored the sensation.
He bent his neck so that his face was buried in my neck, and I felt the tip of his tongue quickly flick out to lick me. As his lips descended onto my skin, I pulled away, ready for my rap to come on. Any longer near Taebin, so close to him, and I’d go mad. I’d probably push him down, practically coming on top of him in front of the huge sea of fans watching us.
I rapped with all the attitude I could muster in a situation like this, almost thankful when it was Taebin’s turn. I continued smiling, knowing I couldn’t let the audience down, and as I began singing again, I felt the knot in my stomach tighten, knowing Taebin would come towards me for the finale. He started singing his part of the last chorus and walked calmly towards me, taking long strides and looking at me almost determinedly. He shoved my shirt up and I threaded my fingers through his hair. As he clawed his fingers down my chest and abdomen, running his nails softly over the goose bumps he was causing, I let my head fall back and took the microphone away from my mouth, allowing myself a soft moan. His hand stopped just under my belt a second before the song finished and we stood like that for a moment before the audience erupted, screaming in joy at our show. I forced my head to fall forward and we waved to the audience, smiling. I followed Taebin to the side of the stage, the smile on my face frozen into a feral grin. As soon as we were away from the blissful fans, I let the mask of joy slide off.
“What the fuck was that?”



Danny P.O.V
Backstage, Dongwook turned into the jerk he had been recently. It’s like he’s a completely different person in front of the fans, except those looks he kept shooting me, almost promising me death. But his eyes softened and heated as soon as my hands were on him, and his quiet moan carried to my ears. My hands itched to play with him, tease him until he broke, and I yearned to watch his body writhing under me, my teeth biting down onto his skin, my tongue soothing the heated flesh and my mouth whispering sweet nothings** into his ear.
Pushing my desires to the back of my mind, I looked out the window of the car waiting for the light to change to green. I rested my head against the cool glass and observed the people blending in with each other, doing their everyday duties; shopping, working, rushing home to family. Letting my eyes slide back to the lights I yawned loudly. As the light changed, I drove on, turning on the radio. By some evil coincidence, Jung Dohl came on, and illicit memories came flooding back.
Exhaling with frustration, I turned the radio off and drove the rest of the journey home in silence, sulking to myself.
When I got home, a surprise met me; there was no one there. A note on the coffee table explained that Miyoung had come over to drop off a cake she had made for Dongwook for no apparent reason and left her phone number, asking Taebin to take both the cake and her number to Dongwook’s apartment as soon as possible. It said she would’ve gone herself, but she didn’t even know which district he lived in, so decided to come here. Tired of waiting for me, and after leaving ‘a few’ messages on my phone, which I now realised was nearly 20, the guys took Miyoung out to a restaurant and a walk around town.
“Traitors,” I muttered to myself.
Dialing Miyoung’s cell number, I prayed she’d pick up.
“Yobsaeyo, Miyoung speaking.”
“Hey, Miyoung, it’s Taebin.”
“Oppa, how are you! I guess you’re home, right? Did you take the cake to Dongwook’s yet?”
“Uhm, I’m fine…no, no I didn’t take the cake yet, that’s what I’m calling about. Why didn’t Teddy and Jinhwan take you to Dongwook’s house?”
“Well you see, we were calling dongsaeng’s phone over and over and over, and yours, too, and then Baek pointed out that you were performing, so your phones would be off.”
Giggling giddily, she continued.
“So anyway, Baek said that we should just leave you a note and you’d take the cake over to dongsaeng, along with my number, and since we haven’t seen each other in so long, we should go out! Then Teddy and Jinhwan wanted to come along, too, so we decided to eat lunch in a restaurant and shop around town.”
Baek, I should’ve known. Traitorous little suck-up, he knows how bitchy Dongwook has been to me recently. I bet he’s laughing his ass off right about now…
“You still there oppa?”
“Yup. Look, do I really have to—”
“Oh, please, please do it, for me? Please, I’ll do anything in return.”
Miyoung’s sweet voice and pleading tone broke down my barricades and made my heart reduce into a mushy puddle of resentfulness.
“Yeah, I’ll do it…”
“Thank you! Thank you sooo much oppa, this really means a lot to me! But I have to go now, okay, it’s my turn to play DDR! I never knew Baek could play.”
“Baek can play DDR?”
“Yeah! He looks like a total clown though.”
Laughing, she bid me farewell and hung up the phone after I said my goodbye.
“Great. This is what I need. I really need to deliver a big huge chocolate cake and a girl’s number to dongsaeng’s door right now.”
Mentally swearing to myself, I lightly kicked the leg of the coffee table, but my toe ended up meeting with the table with a bit more force than I had intended.
“Shit! Oh, fu…ouch!”
Pouting and hanging my head, I snatched the cake and piece of paper up from the table, stomping to the door and putting my shoes on, wincing at the pain in my toe. Stupid goddamn table…



** okay, 'whispering sweet nothings' is taken from dream...or dream again, by leehom...the english version. yup...just thought i should...put that in...^_^'''


hm, hope yoo guys like it >_<
holy crap, i only have two more posts worth of writing O_O i better hurry it up ne`~ ^_^