This Unbreakable Bond : 2 Summer in Seoul (Ch. 15)

   The party was a little less rowdy then imagined, mostly people drinking by the pool in gaudy bathing suits and Ukiss music. Paparazzi was sparse, and not too intruding. While eyeing glistening guys in bathing shorts as they swam around them like so many sexy sharks,  Ama and Val were sitting in lounge chairs, waiting for Kevin and Eli to appear. It had been on their minds to talk with them ever since the press conference ended mostly because they felt deeply offended. Ama was okay with the MV to a point, she just wanted Kevin to have protested. Val on the other hand was thoroughly uncomfortable with the whole thing.  They weren't sure how to react to anything yet, considering things weren't very smooth. They weren't really mad AT their boyfriends, but they were mad that they weren't told before hand. Ama was especially sore that Kevin let people walk all over him. Again.

 "Oh no..." Val groaned suddenly.

 "What?"

 "Jun, twelve o clock."

 "Shirtless one?"

 "Of course."

 "Go find Eli, I'll take care of him."

 "Don't be too mean, please."

 "Mhm...yea."

   Val walked off, trying to find her klutz boyfriend, while Jun trotted over to Ama and sat down next to her. He stretched, wet shirtless muscle tightening and rippling along his abdomen. Ama bit her lip.

 "Hey! Pretty girl, where did you come from?" He tried to lean in a little too close, Ama scooting farther to the edge.

 "Jun..."

 "Hm?" He grinned lopsidedly, looking at her in a way she never really noticed before. His lashes were hooded over his dark, beautiful eyes, and his smirk was anything but innocent.

 "Do you...Are you...um..."

 "Wait!" Jun grabbed her arm gently, tugging. "Come here, talk. Too loud here."

 "I can hear you fine."

 "What?"

 "Fine." Ama rolled her eyes, knowing if she was going to get anywhere with him she was going to have to play his game.

   Whatever that was.

--
   Neko had been half-sulking all afternoon and all night. Everyone tried making her feel better, but they eventually had to leave her alone with her sadness. She hadn't even eaten anything since Kiseop had left, so she knew she was really sad. She was all alone...except for Bbo Bbo. The little copper puppy loved scampering around, moving this article of clothing to this room, and this one to this one. Many pairs of underpants made their way out into the kitchen, especially Kevins. Bbo Bbo was especially fond of his pink lace pair.

   Neko glanced down at her phone, waiting for an answer from Kiseop. She had texted him hours earlier, hoping he would at least have a free minute to answer. A hello, I'm sorry, fuck off, ANYTHING.

   Bored out of her mind and sulking in the loneliness of the dorm, Neko was laying on the floor looking at the ceiling when suddenly her phone dinged, and she nearly trampled the dog trying to get to it. Her feet tangled in Kevins underwear and she tripped, pulling herself up on the table.

 "Ow...fffuck. I swear if its a spam message I'm jumping from the win...dow."

   Her eyes scanned the message, from Kiseop, but too forward to be him;

'Go away'

Neko clicked away at her phones keyboard, frantic.

'Excuse me?'

'Do not message me. We are done.'

'WHAT!? How could you? At least call me or something, please. I want to talk.'

'Jun wants you. Play with him and do not call me'

'I dont want Jun, idiot! I want you!'

'My girlfriend does not want you.'

   Neko almost dropped her phone, if it weren't for the next message that made her FURIOUS with rage. It was a slender female middle finger. A woman's hand, jewelry dangling on her little wrist. The finger was waving around for people to see. It was a little blurry, but no mistaking there was a girl's hand and a few strands of her hair in the frame.

'This is bullshit. I was right about you, ulzzang asshole. You can get whoever you want. I guess its over.'

   Neko threw her phone, the battery exploding out of the back when it hit the floor. Bbo Bbo yipped, running scared behind the couch. Neko sighed, her anger flowing away momentarily as she went over to the puppy.

 "I'm so sorry, little guy...Come out please. I'm sorry..." Tears dripped slowly onto the carpet, but she ignored them trying to coax out the puppy. A click of the door behind her made her spin, and Bbo Bbo ran out towards the door barking his head off.

 "Hey! Did you miss daddy? Hm?" A short boy, about her height with chubby cheeks came in the door with a backpack slung over his shoulder. From his deep voice, though, this was no boy. He picked up the dog, caressing its little head and purring to it.

 "Who...who are you?" Neko softly asked, stepping forward. He looked up startled, before putting the dog down. He extended a hand and smiled nervously.

 "Dongho-imnida."

--

   Jun had walked out to the other end of the huge balcony, one that overlooked Seoul and the street below. The only lights were from big phosphorescent signs on tops of buildings. Ama admired the view, if only for a second, before turning to look at him. He seemed...zoned out.

 "Jun? Earth to Jun?"

 "Hm?"

 "Hello? Can we talk now?"

 "Ama..." his voice dropped, so low it sounded like a soft growl. "Are you okay?"

 "No! I'm not! I'm pissed!" Ama found herself venting a little bit, crossing her arms and clamping her mouth shut to keep from saying any more.

 "What did Kevin do?"

 "Its not what he did, its what he didnt' do..."

 "What? The MV?" Jun chuckled, putting his arm around her shoulder. "It is okay! No harm right?"

   Ama sighed, shrugging him off. "Yes there is harm. I'm just sick of him not...saying anything. He just let's people do what they want to him. Including me..."

 "How is this bad?"

 "BECAUSE!" Ama screamed,her voice echoing between the buildings.  She turned and draped her arms over the railing, looking at the long way down. "What if something bad happens to him!? He has to draw a fucking LINE when it comes to what people want him to do! I just want him to be...a man? I guess!? That's not appropriate word choice but-!"

   Jun suddenly had both arms on either side of her. Jun was STILL topless, by he way, and his breath cascaded on her neck in heated waves. Her heart thundered nervously, very uncomfortable.

 "Let me be your man, then." Jun's voice came out in a breath of husky whispers, brushing past her ear. Ama turned around, coming within inches of his face, his burning eyes, his lips. He gently took her hand and placed it on his abs, a hint of a smile curling on his lips.

 "Jun...what the fuck?"

   He chuckled. "What, do not think that I have not caught you. You were looking at the beach, not at Kevin-hyung. You hung out with me, not him, for lots of times. I know you."

 "Jun, I'm not...interested." The words were hard to get out. She wasn't interested romantically, not like how she felt for Kevin. But he was mouthwatering, and his abs tensed.

 "Sure you are."

 "No!"

 "Liar~" Jun teased, but did not loosen his hold on her. He pressed into her, the railing pushing into her back.  

 "A-Ama?"

   Time froze. Kevin's thin voice cracked with disbelief, and Ama didn't have to see his face to know how upset he was. Ama wriggled trying to be free of Jun's muscle that held her down powerfully. He held onto her wrists, face coming down to her neck.

 "Move...and I push you over~" he taunted.

 "Let me go you asshole!"Ama brought her knee up to his crotch, then her palm to his cheek that echoed loudly. One hand released her, and she ran toward where Kevin stood dumbfounded. She tripped when Juns hand grabbed her wrist again and yanked her to him.

 "Jun...what are you DOING!?" Kevin screeched.

 "She wants me, hyung!" Jun shot back coolly. "You know this! You told me you thought she was!"

 "That doesn't give you the right to take me girlfriend!"

 "Wait..." Ama yelled at Kevin. "You THOUGHT I wanted him!? And you didn't tell me!? What else are you hiding from me, Kevin?"

 "I...I wouldn't blame you if you did go to him..." Kevin's hurt was showing, but he tried to keep his voice level. Tears started to drip down his shivering face, tears from stressing over her and everything, tears that made Ama extremely hostile with rage at Jun. "I'm not that tough or that strong, and I let people pretty much do anything to me because it doesn't matter. Jun isn't like that, he isn't like me at all. He could give you everything you want in a boyfriend."

 "But that's the THING, STUPID!" Ama screamed. "I didn't KNOW what I wanted until I met you!"

   Kevin's eyes widened. Ama still fought against Jun, who was focused on glaring at Kevin. Kevin flushed hotly, watching Ama struggling in someone else's arms. She wanted a man, he was going to give her one, at least once. Without warning, Kevin walked over and grabbed Jun's shirt, reeling back with a fist and letting it pop against Jun's face. The sound echoed louder than Ama's slap. Kevin winced, not used to that, and he held his hand in pain while helping Ama up.

 "Let's go..." he said softly, taking her hand with his good one. Ama gaped in astonishment, seeing Jun staggering around trying to lift himself using the railing. A big bruise already started forming under his eye on his cheekbone, and he rubbed the spot gingerly. Ama suddenly leaped at Kevin, throwing her arms around his little shoulders. Kevin looked down, guilty.

 "I...I saw you run off with Jun. I didn't want to believe what I thought was true until I had proof. I'm sorry Ama. I heard everything you said and-"

 "Shh..." Ama shushed him, seeing his eyes wet with tears.

 "I'm sorry I'm not strong like you, Ama." His voice cracked again, eyes blinking rapidly as tears formed.

 "Kevin, I'd rather have a sensitive, smart, sweet guy then a jealous douche any day." She smirked. "You just happen to be all that rolled into one, eh?"

 "Hey!" Kevin laughed, squeezing Ama's hand. "At least I can protect you a little."

 "Ama noona..."

   Ama's blood boiled as she whipped around and saw Jun just watching them, smirking evilly. Ama stuck up her middle finger at him, hissing. He held up a phone.

 "Say cheese."

--

 "So, wait, you're the ORIGINAL maknae?"

 "Mhm."

   Neko had so much trouble understanding Dongho's broken English when he walked in that she had called Xander in a panic. He translated via phone call, and this weird three way interview had formed in a matter of hours. It wasn't until she did this that Dongho stopped having suspicions that she was a saesang fan intruder; he still carried mace just in case.  

 "But why did you leave UKISS?"

   Dongho sighed, then began a long explanation in which Neko only caught a few words here and there.

 "He says it was because of his health. Our schedule isn't that great and we barely have sleep, so exhaustion on top of when he got really sick was very dangerous."

   Neko nodded, then touched Dongho's shoulder affectionately. Dongho muttered something and Xander audibly sighed on his end.

 "He says why were you crying when he came in. You were crying? When was this? What happened?"

 "Its nothing. Really."

 "Dongho says you're lying."

 "Hey!"

 "Well are you?"

 "Its really nothing, okay!?"

   Dongho focused on her with piercing eyes before hugging her suddenly. Neko squeaked; he was surprisingly strong for a little body.

 "Xander...Xander! Hes hugging me! What do I do!?"

   There was loud laughter on his end. "Dongho RARELY does this, just enjoy it. He knows you're upset, you might as well tell us."

   Neko flicked her phone screen to reveal the hurtful messages from Kiseop, including the picture. Dongho squinted at the screen, flicking the messages over and over again. He looked at her and said something softly into the phone.

"Xander? What did he say?"

"..."

"Xander!"

"He said 'I can't read.'"

"DAMN!" Neko grumbled, quickly using her phone to search for a translator app and helped Dongho figure out what the messages said. Now he nodded in understanding, pulling out his phone and dialing Kiseop's number. The phone rang and rang but no answer. He tried again and again, each time getting Kiseop's broken English voicemail.

"Neko, I gotta go real quick." Xander said after a few minutes of back and forth Korean.

"Wh-why-why?!"

"Dongho says something isn't right."