idol no love | jakehoon

eight. an uncalled-for turn of events

Sunghoon, somehow, one way or the other, ended up in a clubhouse with edm torturing his eardrums, sex and alcohol scattered in the air. The biggest problem, however, was how irresistibly punchable the host was.

"Our Royal Highness, Prince Sunghoon has a boyfriend now! Cheers to Sunghoon's gay life!!" The crazy dude would yell and everyone would cheer along. Then he would laugh, forcing more alcohol towards Sunghoon with the ugliest grin since the entire revolution of mankind—mocking, jealous and disgusting.

See? Totally punchable.

"Oppa, why are you just sitting here? You should come have fun with us~" beside him, stuck like a sloth on his arm was an actress. Her name? Sunghoon's irritation and headache prevented him from remembering.

Anyway, they had featured in a commercial together. The girl was in her second year of her acting debut but had already gotten pretty cool gigs so she was quite popular, it seemed. Her image was of a soft 'girl next door' image and the public had been successfully swept over by her loveliness. But not Sunghoon. He simply wished she would stop clinging to him and whining like a fucking baby—Sunghoon's words, not mine.

He closed his eyes and remained unresponsive. He had left from a photoshoot and directly headed here since the host was practically on his throat for him to show up, even going through the pains of creating a 'best friends' narrative to the public. Actually, it was Sunghoon's manager who drove him here with something along the lines of letting off some steam since the idol looked especially aggravated the last few days. The manager thought Sunghoon's usual hobby—partying—would shake off some tension from him but god he was too wrong. Sunghoon was in no mood to party.

The view before him was appalling, utterly disgusting but not very surprising. Horny motherfuckers grinding against each other, pissed drunk with no sense of time. Speaking of time, he dazedly checked his phone. The actress had taken the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck now, also drunk and desperate.

Eleven past twelve—it read.

"Oppa~" His attention was torn away by the actress's fingers cupping his chin. "Please pay attention to me, hmm?" Now she was seducing him.

He internally sighed. Sure, his libido missed the action. But today, he just wanted to sleep. "Get off me," he pushed her away, not entirely as she was a sticky menace.

"Ah, why~ I specially bought this dress to wear tonight," she whined, pursing her lips into a pout as she lowered her gaze at the tight-fitting dress exposing her curves and cleavage.

Sunghoon fought the urge to just kiss her and push her off. He was bisexual, yes, but with a preference for men. Definitely not desperate whores.

I wonder how her fans would react when they find out their sweet fairy likes to whore around for opportunities. Did I also mention that she had a sugar daddy, some producer dude who was probably married and rotten as a potato? No?

Now I did.

In the end, Sunghoon was just a man with alcohol in his system. He caved in to her attempts, feeling sorry for her very unappealing seduction so he just smashed their lips together. From the corner of his eyes he caught the host smirking triumphantly at him. Son of a bitch. He silently cursed.

She straddled him, her hands cupped his face and her perfume the worst kind of roses. Sunghoon lets her have her way. Everyone was too busy dancing or grinding to pay attention to Nation's Prince kissing the sweet 'girl next door'.

But of course, he had no plans to take her home. The plan was to stay in the club, fuck in the club, and leave.

Urrrrrgghhh. He couldn't wait to leave. The kiss was awful. She was too desperate and he was too lazy to match her enthusiasm.