#247deadlock

SEX TAPE 2K17

in regards to this post on deadlock

he stares at his phone screen for a long moment, reading again gossip girl's latest post and in all honesty, he actually does feel something. it's almost a completely novel experience, feeling emotions about things, but he has felt rage, lust, pain, and frustration before. not to mention, impatience. there's a lot of impatience in him at the moment, it's true, but that's not the interesting part about all this.

it's disgust. actual disgust, which is fascinating because there's really nothing to be disgusted about; any of his old clique sleeping together is really none of his business, even yoori fucking jisoo. he doesn't care if she sleeps with people-- he sleeps with people too; they are not monogamous-- but what he does care about, what he's always, always cared about is reputation. he's always told her to be nothing if not discreet, it was the only rule he wanted her to uphold. he didn't want to be embarrassed by her.

it was the only rule.

now no matter what wishes his mother might concoct, no matter what imagery or fortune she wants to pour into their upcoming wedding, it will be tainted. at least three dozen people there will know all about yoori fucking one of jongin's old best friends, that the whole relationship has been a sham this entire time. and what pisses jongin off the worst is how hard he's worked to maintain this goddamn fake-ass relationship with a girl he doesn't give two shits about, who equally hates him.

she never does anything to uphold this situation between them, even though she's clearly the beneficiary. she makes her own choices, chooses her own company, lives her own fucking life, and still complains and acts like it's all his fault somehow. like this is something he's wanted for oh, so long; to marry a girl who would never sleep with him, who has to be smashed drunk to even let him kiss her. she is constantly fighting him.

this just got so much harder to deal with, and to be frank, he's had enough. he makes an important decision.

things are about to change in a very major way.

"fuck this.." he sighs, putting the phone back into his pocket. he stalks back into the room, his long legs quickly bringing him back into the meeting he'd walked out on just to send yoori a couple of text messages and reread the GG post. his demeanor has soured intensely, his mood gone to shit, his tolerance of these ants and their demands disappearing.

it's a dangerous room, full of his people armed to the nines, and their people armed to the nines, but jongin knows his crew, knows they are ready and have his back. so he doesn't hesitate when he pulls his gun out and aims it point-blank at the other gang leader's forehead. "negotiations are over."

IN REGARDS TO THIS POST BY DEADLOCK

It starts as a small trickle; one comment here, another one there, occasionally popping up on the official trailer for his new spy movie coming out. He doesn't notice at first, and for once, neither does his manager, not until it's impossible to go onto his instagram account and not see it flooding with jokes about flashlights and what sort of condition the Great Choi Seunghyun might have. It takes less than three days before you can enter "Choi Seunghyun ____" and Google will finish it with "light game."

The Gossip Girl app must have really become quite popular in the last few months...

Judging from all the numerous tweets and messages Seunghyun is receiving, none of which he has been answering, people are still guessing about the meaning of what the "light game" is. It's not immediately apparent, not to most people. Just him, his mother, his grandparents, and their family doctor.

So when his agent and his manager and even his stylists ask him about the post, about the rumored game (and even one asshole co-star who gets out a flashlight, chuckling, like they're going to play it, like they're friends, before Seunghyun shoves him away and storms offset), he doesn't answer them either. He keeps shrugging, keeps his head down, avoids eye-contact. Granted, he really sucks at lying, and he knows it, and everyone knows it, but he can't divulge the truth and God only knows what the hell he's going to do now. How is he going to fix this?

The decision about that, however, gets made on the other side of Seoul, 67 stories up, in a tower owned by one of the wealthiest couples in South Korea, as they dine on porcelain plates and golden silverware.

When the call comes, Seunghyun stares down at his phone for a very long moment, the voice of his manager fading away.

MOM calling....

He hits the green button, but doesn't speak.

She doesn't wait. "Your grandparents saw the commotion," she says with absolute finality in her voice. It's the same tone that she uses to fire employees or lay down the law with her cabinet members in her company. Resistance is futile.

"Mom..."

IN REGARDS TO THIS POST BY DEADLOCK

He's sitting in his manager's office when he gets the text from Hoseok, and it makes his brow crease. Is he okay? A sudden chill runs down his spine at the mere act of Hoseok having texted him that (they're first text exchange ever)- there's no reason for it. Everything about Hoseok and his interaction before at the club still makes him nervous and on-edge, and he grips the phone, dying for an answer. Nothing's happened right? They hadn't even gone home together that night or anything, there's no reason to panic.

Is there? Fuck, he knew he shouldn't have gone to that club. It's been eating at him since it happened, regret settling into his stomach like a brick. He can't say why though, just dread building up. It's not helping that his manager still isn't here after calling him to come in so early this morning. He's practically alone here in the offices of his entertainment company.

No text back yet. Goddamn it, Hoseok. Just then his manager finally arrives, but something is wrong. Her face is contorted in anger and shock and worry, and Seunghyun immediately worries something has happened to his career. Call it a sixth sense, but her children and his career in jeopardy have always been the only things that make her angry.

"Seunghyun, we need to talk," she explains quickly, coming into the office and shutting the door. "Do you know what's happened?"

Chaerin's phone beeps and she lights it up and reads the deadlock blast, her eyes scanning the words and subsequent comments. She remains completely still for a long moment, unable to stop the way the sentences seep into her skin and coil around her bones, like barbed wire that itches and burns. Delilah and Seungri, huh? She hasn't heard their names together in one post since back in high school, post-breakup, thank god, but it still irritates the hell out of her, just as much as it ever did.

It isn't just that she dislikes Delilah; at one point she can remember looking at her and thinking how pretty the girl was, and how much of a shame it was that she never used her voice. She's always had a nice mouth though and there are other things a girl can use her lips for. It's not even that there had been rumors of the way Lilah had just dumped Seungri off, cheating on him with some other guy-- since Chaerin was hardly a saint that area. She dislikes her simply because, oh my god, the fucking nerve she has to move in on Seungri? Again, after all this time? Chaerin pretty much hates all of Seungri's exes, but really, what the hell.

Chaerin and Seungri aren't even dating. At least, not right now. They've been sort of on-again-off-again since high school; a one-time fuck after class becoming something a little bit more. She hadn't intended to actually get together with him in any serious way, but then she'd seen him at one of those lame school dances and-- damn-- he was kind of hot. Much like herself though, neither of them really knew how to settle down with one person and since he didn't really have much money, she left him.

But then throughout the years, they've just been coming back to each other, over and over, like moths to flames, except sometimes she can't tell if she's the moth or the flame. She just can't help it. He belongs to her. Her, and not some mute little skank with no ass and bad hair. She grits her teeth and tightens her grip on her phone, the fire in her lungs bringing her heart up to a boil. She feels like she's burning. She'll be damned if she sees the two of them get together in such a open way, in front of fucking everyone. It's one thing knowing vaguely that the other dates around when they're not together; that's fine. But doing it right in front of Chaerin?

Hell. Fucking. No.

She needs to put a stop to this, needs to post a goddamn sign on Seungri's forehead that he can't belong to anyone else anymore; he's her pet. Does he think this shit is funny? Probably-- god, she can just see him laughing about the post because anything he can do to irritate her, he does. Somehow she feels humiliated and she's going to make him pay for this, on his knees. And Delilah too. If that bitch thinks she's gonna move in on Mr. Stupid, and live happily ever after, Chaerin's going to make sure she says mute permanently. By cutting out her tongue.