Falling for you
Yesung pulls the pillow over his head, and forces it down onto his skull, the weird noise he makes sounds almost painful to Kyuhyun’s ears. The bodyguard does not let this trouble him. He continues his morning inspection. The popstar throws the pillow off his head roughly, sending it flying in Kyuhyun’s direction. It misses Kyuhyun by a couple of inches. Yesung sits up with a grunt, his face screwed up and disapproving.
“How. Did. You. Get. In here!” he stresses on each word, spitting them at Kyuhyun hatefully. Yesung remembers locking his room door last night just to spite Kyuhyun. There was no way this asshole had a keycard to his room.
Yesung’s scowl deepens as he watches Kyuhyun wave a keycard similar to his own at him before tucking it back into his trouser pocket.
“I have a skele-card, one that unlocks most of the rooms in this place”
The popstar wants to yell at the unfairness of the situation. Why is it that Jungsoo would give Kyuhyun a keycard that unlocks every room in his home! Was there no privacy anymore?!
Kyuhyun continues his morning routine check despite sensing Yesung’s brewing anger. He let the foolish lad soak in his thoughts for a couple more minutes before declaring that they needed to get ready for the day’s activity.
“We are scheduled to arrive at the Kowabaru Stadium in 3 hours. The drive is quite long so we need to get moving soon. Jungsoo has booked us a room at a hotel nearby”
Yesung huffs out a curse, “God, can’t we skip rehearsals today” he feels bone-tired and just wants to collapse back into bed without having his tall, overbearing bodyguard clouding up the room with his irritating presence.
“If it was up to me, I would say that you might as well cancel the tour...”
The popstar pauses momentarily, looking up at Kyuhyun in shock,
“…I mean with the threats and the…”
“Whoa, whoa, slow down there Little Miss Sunshine. We’re not cancelling my tour. First of all it’s MY tour. I have already released the dates and locations. Tickets are sold out and my fans will riot if I back out now. Besides, Jungsoo will shit the great wall of china before he refunds the money for the tickets”
Kyuhyun’s thoughts process the information in collaboration with his own theories. He knows that it would be unethical and really farfetched to cancel a tour at the snap of a finger. No matter how stupid and irrational the young lad was, Yesung was a well-respected and well idolized individual and this tour was well beyond sold-out.
“Okay. But, this just means I’m going to be stuck by your side until we catch this guy”
Yesung quirks an eyebrow at Kyuhyun, fully awake but still wiping the sleep from his eyes. He tries to fix his bed hair feeling a bit inadequate to Kyuhyun’s well-groomed appearance. Who the hell showers and dresses so professional this damn early in the morning?
“This guy? How are you so sure this person isn’t a girl? Or a dog…or…something?”
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes, then indicates for Yesung to go to the bathroom.
“What? I mean couldn’t it be possible for a…mad…mad like seriously pissed off Chihuahua to be the one behind all this” Yesung continues foolishly, hoping to at least get a smile from Kyuhyun. The bodyguard finally faces him, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tries to hold in an amused smile. Yesung gives himself a little pat on the back.
“I don’t know. Have you ever pissed off any gangsta Chihuahua’s in the past?”
The popstar shrugs, “I might’ve kicked two or three on my way to the gym”
Kyuhyun shakes his head, “Get ready and meet me outside in 30 minutes”
Yesung goes to say something else. He was actually enjoying the nonsensical banter between them but Kyuhyun must’ve had enough because he exits soon after delivering his order.
Yesung wipes the sweat above his brow. His back-up dancers are all scattered about the stage, some of them are slumped over tiredly, others are doing a couple more routine stretches obviously not bothered by the three practices that they have had so far. Yesung isn’t too tired, he knows the dance moves by heart and in true idol fashion he looks extremely refreshed after practices rather than drained and weary.
Yesung was by no means as overworked as many other popular idols. He did his part to his fans, he sang and danced his heart out on television appearances and performances and when he could he participated in the occasional mini dramas. However, despite how full his schedule may sound, Yesung had by far more vacations dates for longer periods of times and there was no way Jungsoo or the music company were going to make him their puppet. He got what he wanted when he wanted and in return he brought in heavy amounts of money from his more than obsessed fanbase.
Kyuhyun continues his conversation with the stage manager, unaware or ignoring the analyzing gaze that Yesung has on him. The bodyguard has been determined to interview every single one of the persons involved in the concert since he arrived at the stadium. Yesung did not miss the way Kyuhyun’s attention would suddenly snap over to him as if checking to make sure Yesung was still in one piece.
As a popstar Yesung is used to being under watchful eyes, but there is just something passionate and sexy about the way Kyuhyun’s eyes would focus on him with such intensity.
He loved it.
If only Kyuhyun didn’t have such a massive stick up his ass. Yesung could think of one particular organ that he’d like to replace that stick with.
Just then, someone bumps shoulders with Yesung jolting him from his thoughts. Luhan continues walking smugly forward as if he had not just bumped into Yesung on purpose. Yesung scoffs and folds his arms as he watches his hoobae greedily lick his lips at Kyuhyun. Luhan isn’t shy about flirting with the same sex and if truth be told Yesung might admit that Luhan had slept with by far more people than he has. Luhan has worked hard on earning his man-whore reputation.
“…while I’m working” Yesung just barely catches the words that Kyuhyun say to Luhan. The younger lad does not seemed deterred by Kyuhyun’s lack of interest and persistently strokes a finger up Kyuhyun’s arms and even daringly over his jaw line.
“Should I go and get him?” a softer, much more welcomed voice asks from behind Yesung. Tao’s face is scrunched up as he watches his group mate paw at Kyuhyun like a sex-starved creature.
“I’m pretty sure Kyuhyun can handle himself but…we wouldn’t want to have to report Luhan missing after Kyuhyun murders him”
Tao nods his head at Kyuhyun, “I’m sure this guy probably knows all the tricks as to how to hide the body effectively”
“He was a…pirate, police? Or something” Yesung is still a tad bit on the clueless side as to what occupation status Kyuhyun had possessed before.
Tao doesn’t respond because Luhan suddenly screams like a little girl who got her ice cream stolen.
Kyuhyun grimaces, releasing Luhan’s finger from his tight grip. The young idol is quick to pout as he examines his finger.
Yesung strides forward, “Jesus Kyuhyun. Try not to wound him. He may be a fucking annoyance but he’s as fragile as thin glass” Despite his words, Yesung carelessly shoves Luhan away from them. The boy staggers a little but gains his footing with the help of Tao.
“I’m telling Jungsoo!” Luhan barks, his eyes sparking with the thirst for revenge. Kyuhyun doesn’t back down from the gaze, his face set seriously. Luhan looks away first, blushing a deep red before locking his arms around Tao’s waist.
“Let’s go eat” he demands like the sulky child he is.
“Why are these brats even on tour with you? Are you not a big enough popstar to sell-out concerts on your own?” Kyuhyun asks once Luhan and Tao had made themselves scarce.
“They are only the opening act. The chairman of the company insisted that I include them on the tour. Their group is still new and their first few videos did not gain the amount of views we were expecting. Therefore they…are on tour with me to gain a little exposure. They get to showcase more of their talent and personality, I get paid double for having them with me” Yesung ends his explanation with a grin.
“It’s all about money for you guys isn’t it?” Kyuhyun shakes his head at him, “The rich, always trying to get richer”
The popstar will never admit it out loud, but hearing Kyuhyun practically call him out as a money hungry deviant was very painful. However, Yesung refuses to acknowledge the hurt the words make him feel and instead glosses it over with humor “No. Sometimes it’s about the sex too. And besides, if I didn’t have money, you wouldn’t be employed right now”
Kyuhyun raises an eyebrow at this, his mouth opening to form his answer but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything because the telecom loudly announces,
“Thank you everyone for coming today. The practice was absolutely on key. I’m letting you guys go a bit early today seeing that it’s your first day back on the job. See you tomorrow at 9”
The intercom beeps twice and the voice is gone. Kyuhyun grabs Yesung by the arm and roughly pulls him aside as everyone in the building seems to get the bright idea to all go rushing for the door at once.
Yesung doesn’t even have time to be angry at Kyuhyun’s manhandling because he’s too busy yelling at the crowd that is now blocking the exit door. Others are simply trying to leave through the entrance but the automatic doors do not open that way.
“Adrian, Samantha! Seriously?” Yesung calls after two of his closest back up dancers as they two try to force their way through the crowd.
Samantha, a short mousey looking girl with purple hair and pudgy cheeks, gives Yesung a pointed look,
“We’ve been here for over 6 hours. I just wanna face plant into my bed you slave driver”
Adrian makes a show of falling asleep on his feet and Samantha points to her friend, “Poor Dri is losing even more brain cells the longer he remains standing”
Adrian’s American accent replies with a sleepy, “Damn right. Now fuck off Yesung. See you tomorrow”
Yesung is never happy when Adrian decides to use English on him but he recognizes the word ‘fuck’ instantly.
A grip on his arm brings him out of his thoughts.
“We should be leaving as well” Kyuhyun informs him.
Yesung practices in front of the large mirror that was mounted in the living room of his hotel suite. The dance steps for the remix of his 2009 hit, Body wave, are a bit rusty in his mind and his body is showing some resistance to some of the moves. He has not performed the song in such a long time and was still a bit testy about having it in the line-up for his concert. However, Jungsoo insisted that the older fans would love to see and hear some of his older songs as well.
He is confident that he would be able to sing it live without sounding to weary. It is only when the song gets to the dance break that Yesung feels 50 times his age. He definitely feels rusty but thankfully most of the actual ‘body wave’ shit is done by his female back-up dancers.
However, despite his hesitance to perform the song, Yesung decides to practice the moves a little more in the suite because he knows that Kyuhyun would be watching.
The bodyguard is standing in an opposite corner of the room, his eyes hidden by sunglasses but his head tilted slightly in Yesung’s direction.
“You should take off the shades. You look like a douche” Yesung comments offhandedly as he bends forward a little. This is not a part of the actual dance, but it’s a good way of seeing whether or not he could get a reaction out of Kyuhyun. He studies the other man’s profile via the mirror but other than fold his arms Kyuhyun does not say anything.
When another 10 minutes pass and Yesung is no closer to getting Kyuhyun to make a comment he gives up the routine.
“Well I’m fed up of this. Gonna hit the shower, you should come stand guard in there. I might drop the soap” Yesung winks sassily. His shoulder muscles feel a bit sore and he massages the back of his neck before rolling his shoulders to ease the ache. Maybe he could convince Kyuhyun to give his a hot oil massage as well.
When he looks at Kyuhyun again, the other man has taken off his shades but he moving toward…the couch.
The bodyguard sits gracefully and faces the large television that is mounted on the wall, however he does not turn it on.
“Ookay…” Yesung pauses, caught off guard by Kyuhyun’s sudden change in behavior. Usually the other man is racing toward Yesung’s destination to check for stalkers and the boogey man.
“I’ve already checked out the bathroom, you should be safe”
There are so many comebacks racing through Yesung mind but he’s all of a sudden too tired to voice any. Instead he teases,
“You better had not set up any cameras in there” Kyuhyun snorts, raising an eyebrow at Yesung.
“Are you planning on putting on a show for me?”
“I’m a fucking idol. Putting on a show is what I do best” and with that he sashays off toward his bedroom. Just for the fun of it, he leaves his bedroom open and sings loudly while in the shower purposefully replacing some of the lyrics with Kyuhyun’s name.
Luna, Jungsoo’s assistant, makes an appearance as Yesung is preparing for dinner to arrive. Kyuhyun doesn’t know what he wants to eat and he’s never been a talented cook. Therefore ordering room service was the next best thing.
Luna waves in the hotel attendant who enters the suite with a cart of goodies.
Yesung greets Luna with a smack to the ass which she immediately answers with a smack to the back of his head. Yesung kisses her on the cheek,
“Sup bitch, you’re just in time for dinner” he says, his hands already reaching for a couple of items off the cart.
Luna rolls her eyes at him. “For the last time. I ain’t your bitch and for God’s sakes would you get a plate”
Yesung continues to pile food into his small hands. Obviously they are not big enough to hold most of what he want so he starts stuffing his mouth as well.
“You better get your share before he wipes his germs on all the good stuff” Luna warns Kyuhyun as she notices that the other man is still standing near the door. He had been the one to let her in after she had flashed him her identification card. For such a young bodyguard the kid knew all of the standard protocol.
“For tomorrow’s rehearsal I’m going to need to hear you sing live vocals” Luna declares, looking down at her tablet to type something before meeting Yesung’s glare head on.
“Singing live is like his kryptonite” Luna explains to Kyuhyun as Yesung continues to chew angrily.
Kyuhyun smirks at Yesung, “Hm. I’m surprised you have not hired a voice over vocalist for him. What good is a singer who can’t sing?”
Yesung looks ready to retort and Kyuhyun’s smirk only deepens into an edgy smile.
However it is Luna that answers,
“For your information Mr. Choi, Yesung is one of the best male singers I’ve ever heard live”
Breaking his gaze with Yesung, the bodyguard turns to face her and Luna is already looking up at him smugly, “He’s just too lazy to practice with vocals” she adds with a shrug.
“I do not see the point. It’s better to conserve my chords for the real thing”
“No. We need to ensure that you can still handle some of the dance moves with the vocals and high notes. We don’t want you cracking or forgetting the lyrics or falling over…again”
Yesung looks embarrassed as Kyuhyun raises an eyebrow at him, “That only happened once”
Luna shakes her head, “It happened six times, three of those times you fell into the crowd”
“And they loved it” Yesung is quick to point out.
“Do you know how dangerous that is? Especially at a time like this?” Kyuhyun interrupts whatever Luna is about to say. With his arms crossed across his chest, Kyuhyun looks like a mean principle trying to discipline his student. Never one to back down from authority Yesung narrows his eyes,
“It wasn’t on purpose. And if it does happen again, I have security all around to fish me out safely”
“Then who is to be blame if they fish out a fucking dead body next time” without further input from Yesung, Kyuhyun turns to Luna, “I have already noted that this arena has a stage with no bars for keeping fans at a distance from the stage. If this lunatic is accident prone to fall in then I’m going to need to establish a perimeter around the stage so that if he falls he’ll drop into a free zone right on his fat face”
“Who the fuck are you-“
Luna clears her throat loudly,
“No need for name calling, Kyuhyun. However, I do agree with you. I will arrange for a fan-bar to be aligned around the stage and arrange for security to place in between the bar and the stage”
“Luna, you can’t be seriously taking his side?” Yesung pouts, obviously not liking the fact that she’s siding with Kyuhyun.
“I’m not taking any sides. Just trying to ensure that you are as safe as possible”
“Luna. We both know that this so called ‘stalker’ is just a publicity stunt. Obviously the company is trying to lure attention in order-“
Kyuhyu whirls to face Yesung so fast that the idol finds himself pausing in shock.
“A stunt? I’m sorry but did a bomb not go off in a same room as you and some twink? Are your brain cells so thin that you cannot fathom that someone is trying to kill you?”
Yesung snorts in amusement. No one was trying to kill him. That probably wasn’t even a real bomb. He doesn’t remember much of that night but that was probably because he had been super wasted. Luna has her arms folded and is giving him her best ‘are you that stupid’ look. Yesung isn’t dumb. He knows that it might be possible that he has a stalker but other than that, there was nothing that stood out as life threatening to him. All celebrities had stalkers….right?
“Who…who would even want me dead in the first place?”
The bodyguard shares a look with Luna.
“Now you’re asking the right questions” is all he says before excusing himself from the room.
The vocals for ‘Come’ are surprising more difficulty when paired with the dance routine from 3 years ago. ‘Come’ was one of his first solo tracks and it featured a very complicated dance structure that made it stand out amongst his other songs.
Since it was possibly the song that made him famous Yesung wanted his performance of the song to be outstanding. He still sings the song live during appearances however he does more of an acoustic version of it without all the sassy dancing.
On this tour however, the dance was needed and he needed to sing it live.
“I’m taking a break after this tour” Yesung informs Kyuhyun, who is only one close enough to talk to.
Kyuhyun nods.
“I mean…I love singing but…it gets a little too much sometimes”
“Oh? And here I thought you were a megastar. Why would you even want to give all this up?”
Yesung smiles at the teasing tone in Kyuhyun’s husky voice. The other man is still not looking directly at him but Yesung still feels a bit shy when he admits,
“I don’t know…maybe, maybe settle down, start a family-get-get a boyfriend”
Kyuhyun seems to come up short at this and seems to be fighting the urge to turn his head to face Yesung. Instead the bodyguard stills and fights an internal battle with himself before saying in a very sincere but distant voice.
“Then I wish you the best of luck”
Yesung has finally managed to conquer the dance break without pausing for breath. Now all he needs to do is hit the fucking high note after dancing like a maniac.
…that shouldn’t be a problem…
“I’m going to die” he moans sullenly as he guzzles down his bottle water.
Tao giggles at him,
“You’ll do fine”
“Fine. Fine is not good. Fine is for amateurs”
Tao rolls his eyes, sipping slowly on his own water.
A noise echoes from the back but they do not pay any mind to it as Yesung continues to bitch and moan.
“Alright, time to sing” Luna announces. Tao gives Yesung a thumbs up before disappearing off to the back of the stage.
Yesung and his back up dancers assume the introductory pose. The beginning of the song plays and they all fall into rhythm easily.
A shout rings out as the chorus is building up and Yesung glides forward to do a dance move when suddenly someone is shoving him to the ground and shielding his face as a loud crash sounds from behind him. Kyuhyun uncovers Yesung and manhandles him off the ground and away from the sparking wires. One of the stage lights had fallen on the exact spot Yesung had been performing.
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