Cheolyong called him probably an hour after she’d left. Jiho was hoping for quietly and introspectively hungover. But Cheolyong’s voice was still high-pitched and booming in its excitement—enough for Kyung to raise an eyebrow and scoff as Jiho shuffled toward his room, lowering the volume on his phone. Cheolyong apologized extra loudly and extra hard for not finding him. Yeah, fucker, I hope you noticed I ate all your fucking cookies and even left crumbs for Seungho to find.
“But, I asked around, and they said you left with a girl?” Cheolyong sing-songed
Jiho laughed into his phone, scratching at the back of his neck as he leaned against his bed’s stairs. The ones that he’d gripped at earlier as she’d panted against his neck. “Yeah, actually.”
“I told that it would be worth it. Our dorm parties are the perfect atmosphere for romance.” And one-night stands with pretty girls with sinful hips. “Was she an idol or a trainee? Or is it a secret?”
“I saw you with a girl, too, hyung. A pretty blonde.”
“She’s a dancer,” Cheolyong’s voice faded out dreamily. Jiho heard a door close and then a huff as Cheolyong fell in bed. “G.O. found one, too. A night of romance all around. True love in MBLAQ’s house” The last part was in English, with Cheolyong overpronouncing house.
“Because Papa Seungho was gone,” Jiho echoed. He had laid on his bed, fingers twisting lazily around the sheets that had twisted around her body. He tugged them off the mattress.
“Is it a secret? I won’t tell, I promise. Not anybody.” Cheolyong’s voice was more a stage-whisper than an actual whisper, but Jiho knew this was him trying for discreet. And Jiho knew that Cheolyong needed to know.
Did an unnamed thing—whatever that thing that they’d indulged—have rules? “I’m not sure, man.”
“Do you think you’ll see her again? Was she pretty? What did she look like? Do I know her?” His voice rose in volume with every syllable until he was back at scream-talking. “How did you seduce her? What did the other members think? Does Jaehyo like her? Did Jaehyo even come? What about Kyung?”
“Naw, they both stayed home.”
“Hm, Joon fell asleep in a bowl of ramen while watching a drama on television,” Cheolyong confided loudly, an attempt at an information exchange. “G.O. went for breakfast with that woman after having /sex/ with her. I spent the night with that dancer. And Cheondung spent all night talking with his friends, I think.”
“Yes, CL noona,” Cheolyong corrected.
“She told me to call her Chaerin.” She’d breathed it against his fucking throat, and he’d moaned it near her lips.
Cheolyong was quiet for about 3 seconds. “Zico”
Jiho tugged at his earlobe and laughed self-consciously at Cheolyong’s loud exhale and sudden, uncharacteristic curse. “It…you know… it might not work out.” His voice was quiet, hesitant. As un-Mir as possible.
Jiho sat up and tugged at a loose string in his pajama pants.”True love in MBLAQ’S house,” Jiho countered. And lust and heavy touches and bare flesh at Block B’s house.
“But…are you gonna see her again?” He paused for Jiho’s shy ‘I want to.’ “And you know that’s not really how this works. Not in the idol world.”
“Well, how does it work?” I’m a fucking rookie, but I’m not fucking stupid. Just explain the way things work in this fucking plastic world.
“Not…like that. Not with her…And he might be angry. They play it cool and stuff, but there’s still a lot of drama…” The last part was as close to an actual whisper as Mir could manage.
“Cheondung was there, hyung. She’s even asking him for my number.” And to maybe name and continue this thing
“Yeah, but…it’s more complicated than that, you know. And it’s not—she’s off-limits.”
“Why the fuck do you invite people that are off-limits? And isn’t that for her to decide?” Jiho’s voice was harder than he intended it to be. He bit his lip.
Cheolyong was quiet for a long, long time. Long enough for Jiho to pull his phone away from his ear and swipe at the screen to be sure he was still there. “Look, Jiho, I like you. You’re a good kid.” Jiho’s skin prickled at the condescension. “But…you know, some of the others might not…just know that it might not be that serious, and that even if you try to make it, some of the others…”
“We hooked up, man. She wanted to. I wanted to. She said she’d call me by Wednesday. I don’t see why—”
Jiho kicked at the sheets bundled at the end of his bed. They were his only idol friends, besides the ones that he’d inherited from Taewoon. But fuck.
He just wanted to have sex with her again. He just wanted her to be his girl. Fuck.
“Okay, okay, tell me about the dancer,” he murmured after a beat, biting his lower lip and then smiling when Cheolyong’s voice rose again as he described just soft her skin was and just how flexible her legs were.
“Perfect, Zico, she’s perfect.”
“Yeah, I bet, hyung.”
Mine was better
By Wednesday for sure. Fuck anyone that stands in the way of Wednesday.