#ctm

“Hm?” 

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He pouted, patting the empty spot next to him. 

“I’ve been in bed, I want to go do something.” You shrugged, standing up. Jiyong took in your appearance a frown on his face. 

“You were just going to leave me here alone?” 

“Ji, I wasn’t going to just leave you here alone.” You sighed, moving to stand in front of him. “I was going to give you the option to come with me. You wanna go explore?” 

Jiyong looked at his phone, noting the time and shook his head, leaning against the headboard. “Can’t. I have to get ready and go to soundcheck. Can we go exploring tomorrow?” 

“How about I go run out and find us some food and meet you at the stadium?” 

“Or you can order food when we get there? I’m not hungry.” 

This pattern was exactly why you needed to get out for the day. You didn’t want to be locked inside, not when you had friends in this city you both had made plans to see. You shook your head, grabbing your purse. 

“I’m gonna go meet up with some of our friends and I’ll see you after sound check this morning, okay?” 

“Don’t bother.” Jiyong mumbled, throwing the covers back over his face. 

“What?” 

“Go hang out with everyone else but me, don’t bother coming tonight.” 

You knew what this was, Jiyong was missing his friends, all of them. The tour had taken up so much of his life he was feeling left out of everything. 

“Why are you being like this?” You moved to sit at the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you want me at the show?” 

“You only want to be around me when it’s good.” He shrugged, his eyes not leaving his phone.

“Ji, that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? Only want to go to my shows, you’re just like everyone else, clout chasing and using me.” 

“I can’t believe you think so little of me.” 

You didn’t give Jiyong a chance to respond before you headed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you. Jiyong threw his phone down and slid under the covers, burying himself until Jaeho knocked on the door a few hours later. 

The night was a blur. Jiyong barely knew what city he was in, refusing to shout it out throughout the night. He was hopeful he still had good energy at the very least to give a good performance but he felt like he’d been faking this entire tour so what was one more night? 

He barely noticed it when a fan jumped on stage, in his delirious state he half thought it was you anyway. So when she hugged him he allowed it, singing along as she held onto him. As security pulled her away, his grip tightened. You were his life line, so why were they taking you away from him?  Didn’t they realize how lonely he was? He shook his head, pouring his emotions into the song. All he wanted was to get back to his hotel and sleep for another week. 

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Where are you? Jiyong goes on in twenty.

Five minutes until show time…are they not letting you back here? I’ll come get you. Just let me know. 

…alright well, I’ll record your favorite parts so you can give him shit later. 

Jaeho had been texting you pretty much nonstop since he’d realized you weren’t going with them to the show. You should text him back, let him know you weren’t going and you wouldn’t be back at the hotel that night. You’d just meet them at the airport in the morning. You knew you shouldn’t leave Jaeho of all people on read but you needed a break. A break from all things Jiyong. 

“Your phone's been ringing off the hook the last ten minutes. You gonna get that?” Your friend eyed your phone. 

“Nope.” You shrugged, silencing the call. 

You’d spent the day dodging questions about Jiyong and tonight’s show while you hung out with your mutual friends. It was good to see them, but you’d be lying if you hadn’t been thinking about that conversation with Jiyong all day.

“It’s ringing again.” You rolled your eyes, silenced your phone and threw it in your purse. 

“And now it’s off.” You shrugged, picking up your glass and taking a drink. 

You wished you were enjoying your time more, you really did. But you couldn’t stop thinking about Jiyong. You’d only ever missed one show in all the years you’d known him and it was because you’d been so sick. That was ironically the night you’d gone from being friends to being in a relationship. 

Jiyong had been so worried you’d missed the show, and you hadn’t been answering texts so Jiyong had rushed over right after the show. Feelings had been confessed and you two had been a couple ever since. 

That made it all the more difficult for you to be away from him tonight. He was your boyfriend, sure, but he was also your best friend and he’d always take care of you when you were sick. You shouldn’t have left him, he needed you. You knew that, but his words had hurt you and you needed space. 

With a sigh, you excused yourself from the table and made your way to the restroom. You weren’t going to read these texts in front of your friends. They didn’t need to know how bad this situation was. 

Leaning against the vanity in the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and sighed as you read through the texts. You weren’t sure if Jiyong had told Jaeho you weren’t coming to the show when you’d left but judging by the worried slew of texts you’d gotten the answer. Jiyong hadn’t mentioned you at all. It shouldn’t hurt, not when he was the one hurting, but you were human too and it did hurt a little. 

You were about to text him, apologize for having him worry about you. You weren’t the assignment, Jiyong was and he didn’t need you adding to his work stress when the text bubbles appeared. Your finger hovered over the send button as you waited. 

A fan jumped on stage. I got to her before anything horrible could happen. He let her hug him, something’s wrong. If you aren’t here you should be. 

“Fuck.” You groaned, sending a text back that you were on your way. 

Heading back to the table you fished some cash out of your bag and apologized to your friends before heading out. They may not understand it today but one day you’d explain the weird behavior, when Jiyong was better. He didn’t need a flock of casual friends flooding his hotel room pretending they understood the pressure he was under. 

The show was almost over by the time you’d managed to get a taxi so you let Jaeho know you’d just meet them at the hotel. You hadn’t expected them to beat you back, but Jaeho had made the call to cancel all after show activities that night to get Jiyong back to the hotel. 

He was sitting on the couch in your suite when you arrived and you let out a shaky breath when you spotted him. He looked so small, so broken and you felt horrible for leaving. 

“Ji?” He turned to face you, eyes closing as he hung his head. 

“I thought I’d lost you.” You shook your head moving further into the room. 

“I just needed some space, I’m sorry.” Jiyong shook his head, his eyes snapping open to look at you. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I was an ass, I didn’t mean what I said. You’re not a clout chaser, I don’t think you’re using me. I’m so sorry Jagiya.” He paused, looking down, he was too ashamed to look at you. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think I might be broken.” The last part came out in a whisper so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it.

“You are not broken.” You bit down on your bottom lip, debating your next move. 

Your body responded to his cry for help before your brain good, though and before you knew it you were crawling into his lap, holding him tightly. As if your love could fix all the broken pieces inside of him. 

“I think a few days off will do you some good when we get back home. You can go see your friends, your parents, Iye.” You pulled back enough to look at him, your hands cradling his cheeks. “Take some of the pressure off before the encores start. You’re pushing yourself too hard, running from the things that happened this year. You need time to heal. You’re okay, Ji. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“I’m just so tired of the cameras. Everywhere I look there’s another one in my face. I miss being in the know of what’s going on at home. I miss you.” His eyes bright with unshed tears and you shook his head. 

“So we tell them to shove it. They’ve got enough for the movie at this point. They don’t need any more of you.” A tear fell down his cheek and you moved your thumb to wipe it away. “And you don’t need to miss me, I’m right here.” 

“Yeah but you were right. I’ve been in this funk and I’ve not been fair to you. I’ve lost myself and you on this tour. I’m going to make it better.” 

“You didn’t lose me. Couples fight, it didn’t mean I was going to let you get away that easy.” Your hands moved his face, forcing him to look at you. “I love you Kwon Jiyong, even when you think you’re broken. So let me help put you back together.” 

“Okay.” He nodded slowly, “I love you too.” 

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You moved to stand, but Jiyong’s arms tightened around you, keeping you in place. “Not yet.” He murmured, his head falling to your shoulder. 

He just needed to feel you, to make sure you were still here, still real. His head rose slowly, his eyes locking with yours before his lips captured yours. The kiss was soft, gentle, as if you were both afraid to move too quickly and spook the other. 

Jiyong’s hands moved slowly, as if unsure as they moved to the end of your shirt. You nodded and he took that as all the confirmation he needed before he lifted your shirt, breaking the kiss to pull your shirt off. Thankfully Jiyong was still in his concert attire, red jacket, no shirt underneath and you pushed the jacket down off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it the rest of the way. 

Your hand moved to his pants, undoing his fly and palming him through the fabric of his boxers, he let out a soft groan, his lips capturing yours again as he slid your skirt and panties down in one swift movement. His fingers slid through your slick folds, quickly finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. You moaned into his mouth, biting down on his bottom lip. 

Jiyong moved you slightly, pulling his boxers down. He lined you up, his cock slipping through your folds teasingly and you gripped his shoulders as you lowered yourself on him, taking him inch by inch slowly. Your hips rolling against his as he entered you completely. 

He broke the kiss, his lips connecting with your neck, your shoulder, your breasts, before he kissed back up to your lips. You lifted yourself, slamming back down on him as and he groaned again. 

“God, Jagi, just like that.” His hands planted on your hips, helping with your movements. 

You took your time, moving slowly. There was no need to rush this tonight. Jiyong could feel you getting closer to your release and he urged you to move faster. You rolled your hips, his meeting your every movement and your eyes closed, your head falling backwards at the contact. Jiyong took the opportunity to kiss the exposed skin of your throat, kissing up to your earlobe.

“I love you.” He whispered in your ear before he moved his hand to your neck, tilting your head back towards his. “Now let yourself go. Eyes on me.” 

You obeyed, your orgasm coming in waves. You wanted to close your eyes, to bask in this feeling but Jiyong shook his head. “No Jagiya, keep your eyes on me.” His hips moved faster as you rode out your orgasm, him coming shortly after you. He held you tightly as he released inside of you. His lips captured yours again.  

He stayed inside of you, holding you close for a few more minutes. Neither of you wanting to move but you both desperately needed a shower, and food, and sleep. You sighed as you stood up, your hand reaching for his. He took it happily following you towards the bathroom. You got the shower started and while you waited for the water to get hot you placed an order for room service. 

You led Jiyong into the shower, helping him wash his hair, carefully removing extensions along the way. You took turns washing each others bodies and when the water had gone cold, Jiyong led you out of the shower. You slid into robes just as there was a knock at the door. 

“I got it, you go get in bed.” 

Jiyong nodded and you made your way to the door, holding your robe closed tightly as you allowed the tray of food to be wheeled inside. Once the food was laid out on the bed, you took your spot next to him, finding a movie you’d seen a million times on the tv. You ate in silence, making sure to check on Jiyong. He hadn’t been eating much the last few months so you were pleased to find he ate every last bite of his food. 

Jiyong pulled you to his side after the food was cleaned up, holding you close as you finished the movie. His breathing evening out next to you and you snuggled into him, glad he was finally getting rest. 

“Move in with me.” He murmured against your shoulder. 

“What?” You turned to face him, surprised to see his eyes wide open. “I thought you were asleep.” 

“Almost was, but then the idea of going home to my empty apartment woke me back up.” He paused, eyes locking with yours. “Move in with me.” 

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” 

“Since the day I met you, yeah.” You grinned, and he grinned back, a real genuine smile. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen that. 

“Yeah, okay. I will.” Jiyong held you closer, his eyes closing again. 

“Now I have something to look forward to. Coming home to you.” You leaned in, placing a kiss to his nose and you could feel him roll his eyes despite them being closed. 

“I love you Jiyong.” 

“I love you too, Jagiya. Now get some sleep.” 

It was funny how now he was using your words against you. You were just happy he was finally taking care of himself tonight, so you listened. Your eyes closed as you snuggled into him, listening to his breath even out as he slept. You drifting off after him, excited to go home and start your new journey together.