Chapter 43
"Hey."
I whispered as I leaned over Jiyong's hospital bed.
"Is that, really you?" Jiyong reached for my face but it was too far, so he ripped off the blanket that encased him and attempted to get out of his bed. "My leg!" He whimpered out when he couldn't swing the injured leg around without hurting.
I mentally felt the pain when he winced, so I bent down to help him.
The moment my body was in reachable distance, Jiyong pulled me into the bed with him.
He gripped my arms upwards so I could wrap them around his neck, and I placed my legs on either side of him so I wouldn't put weight to his injury.
And our lips found each other just like that.
"Please don't tell me this is a dream." He gasped out as I slightly bit his bottom lip. "Thank god."
I ruffled his perfect hair with my hands as he grasped for my waist to pull me closer.
Our tongues searched for each other after so many days and our bodies filled each other with warmth as we fitted into each other's tight embrace.
"I'm sorry about before." I let out a whimper when Jiyong's kisses trailed down my neck.
"As long as I have you here now, I wouldn't mind breaking my leg a thousand times." Jiyong sucked on my bare skin around my collar bone and I couldn't help but to moan.
Everything felt so nice and tingly.
"I love you." I lowered my head to lay on his and he smirked.
"I love you too my rose." He sat up more in the bed so our eyes would be at the same level. "Tell me, where have you been?"
"Working..." I kept my answers vague just incase.
"Ignoring me?"
"Well..." I looked away only to have Jiyong cup my face.
"I'm G-Dragon, you can never take your eyes off of me." He placed his forehead on top on mine and I gazed into his perfect chocolate eyes.
"Heehee, right." I giggled when his hands left my cheeks and trailed down my back.
"You got me hurt today you know that?"
"What?" I tilted my head and watched him snicker.
"Because of you, I couldn't concentrate."
"Oh really?" I raised my brows because I knew the real answer.
"Of course, that phone call got me all fired up." His eyes sparkled with sadness and I sympathized.
"I know..."
"Tell me what happened, when you left."
"Nothing... I just worked."
"With who?"
I gave Jiyong a quick look and he scoffed angrily.
Jiyong and Louie are so strange...
Why are they still working together if they hate each other?
"Yeah, still him..." I glanced at the checkered ground but Jiyong clutched my shoulders to bring my attention back.
"Celia... Stay away from him." His tone was deep and serious, which scared me a little.
But he's my main source of income, kind of hard to avoid my boss and manager...
Plus, the whole kiss accident was way behind us.
"I can't... And it's okay, we're friends now... Even though our work relations are really complicated..." I whispered the last part to myself and Jiyong barely caught it.
"I don't want you to work for anyone anymore." He kissed my forehead and smiled. "I'll take care of you instead."
I almost wanted to make a sarcastic remark on how he couldn't even take care of his own leg, but I held that thought.
"I'm flattered." I blushed deeply as we gazed into each others' eyes and soul. "But I can't just stop in the middle of nowhere... Let me settle things my own pace... For now."
"And then be with me."
I laughed and he bumped his forehead onto mine playfully.
"You're so demanding!" I joked and he stuck his tongue out.
"That's because you're the only thing I want!" He wrapped his arms around my body closely and we stayed like that for a while. He snuggled his face into my hair and breathed deeply. The atmosphere all of sudden changed from playfulness to seriousness when Jiyong lowered his voice. "I knew you'd visit me if I've gotten hurt... I still believe you love me just as much as I love you..."
My heart nearly skipped as I took in his scent.
"Of course." I whispered back as he continued to sniff my hair. "So during the concert, how exactly did you get hurt?"
"... I just lost focus that's all... Heh, I hope the cameras didn't catch me daydreaming about you-"
"Or influenced."
There was a silence and Jiyong let go of me immediately.
"Wha, what are you talking about?" The lying boy darted his eyes back and forth before blinking innocently at me.
"You drank the day before didn't you? Another reason why you would consider messing up on one of your biggest concerts?" I looked into Jiyong's shaking eyes as he widened them.
"I can explain-"
"Don't deny it. I heard from the doctor that you had too much alcohol in your system."
Jiyong slumped his shoulders and I smirked triumphantly.
"... It was an after concert party." He pouted, pleading for my forgiveness. "My mind can't function when you're not with me. I felt like my heart is about to tear no matter how much I tried... I'm sorry, I just needed that numbness to distract me as I sing... Because every heartbroken song reminded me of you... Forgive me..."
It took me a couple seconds to register all that...
Wow.
He's telling the truth, I can hear the sincerity.
He's so sad...
He loves me so much and I...
I feel terrible now for teasing him.
"I forgive you." I pecked his lips and he gave me those irresistible puppy eyes.
"Don't leave my side ever again please."
I opened my mouth for a reply but couldn't meet his demands, so I just told him the truth.
"Well I actually have to-"
"I won't let you go. I told you that."
"I-" Before I could even say anything else, Jiyong had clung himself to me so closely I could feel his thumping heartbeat. "Can't... Breathe..." I muttered out when his embrace got tighter and tighter.
With his arms around my back and a hand to my head pushed against his shoulder, I can barely turn to look at him; let alone move.
"No more." He whispered out gently despite his rough grips. "I can breathe no more." He squeezed me even harder and I let out a small cringe.
Breathe...
I don't need him to demonstrate that song to me like this...
I truly can't breathe...
Unable to look at my body, I let my hand grab the nearest leg of his; hoping to shock him with his injury so he could let go. With my hands pinned between his torso, I reached down and felt his hospital gown.
Squishy skin... Must be his leg! Please let this be the one that got hurt!
I placed my whole hand on his soft skin and squeezed hard.
Instead of getting a yelp of 'my leg,' I heard a sharp gasp and Jiyong jolted his whole body back.
I'm free!
I scooted to the end of the bed and caught my breath.
I slowly peered back at Jiyong and noticed him curled up with his face in his arms. He hugged his legs tightly as his whole body shook.
Oh. Did I hurt him that bad?
"Are you alright? I'm sorry. You really weren't letting go, so I had to-" I paused when he raised his head to stare at me with unreadable eyes.
What's going on?
He didn't look angry or sad, but serious.
"That wasn't my leg." He gave the evilest smirk and my face heated up.
My eyes widened as Jiyong swiftly snatched my face between his hands in that split of a second.
Our lips collided roughly as Jiyong harshly pushed me onto my back. I let out a gasp of air when I felt his whole body on top of mine. Before I could react, he took the chance to deepen our kiss and sucked on my tongue between his teeth.
I felt the 'not so squishy anymore' thing grinding against my thighs and his hands grappling my hips.
So... Hot...
What a weird feeling...
My body started to heat up and I broke the kiss for a second just in time to catch Jiyong's deep groans.
Are we... Going to do it?
My heartbeat fastened when I read Jiyong's intentions by his next moves.
I was unknown to the fact that my shirt was undone until a hand had slipped under it.
"Wai-" I yelped out when Jiyong had nearly unhooked my bra.
I placed my hands on top his and he slowly opened his eyes to happily gaze at me.
"I know you want it baby." He licked his lips and then took ahold of my wrist. He placed them over my head and held it there as if I was handcuffed. "You and me-"
"Stop." I interrupted before he lost himself, but it seemed like I was already too late.
He started to nibble on my neck as he grinded harder and harder. He let go one of his hands to reach into my bra and I let out a moan through my gritted teeth.
This is a public hospital...
Someone could come in right this second!
And...
Didn't he hurt his leg today?
How is he still doing this?
I peered down at him still sucking on my neck and saw the beads of sweat down his forehead.
The way he's moving his body must really hurt his leg!
"Please don't force yourself." I said quietly, knowing he wasn't completely consumed by lust.
And I was right.
Jiyong slowly picked his head up to give me a pair of sad eyes.
"Celia..."
"Hey..." I softly smiled and he looked downwards.
"I, I'm sorry... I just don't know when the next time I see you will be." He let go of my wrists and stared at my body.
"Soon... But right now..." I placed my hands on his hospital gown and opened it up to feel his bare chest.
He hovered above me and watched my hands trailing downwards. My eyes followed as well and saw the very thing I grabbed by accident.
Wow, there it is...
Just like those doodles by immature high schoolers on other kids' notebooks...
"Go ahead." He whispered in my ear and I gulped.
My hands touched his abs and lingered there as my eyes glanced up. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed, I almost felt bad about what I was about to do next.
I pushed him back to his original bed position and he opened his eyes in shock. I leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight." I got off the bed and he was too startled to realize what had happened until I stood up.
"Celia?" He tried to grab me but I stepped away just in time. "What are you doing babe?" He sounded so desperate but I just smiled.
"You need to rest now, we'll talk later." I fixed up my shirt and hair as Jiyong gave me a confused look.
"Wait! What about what just happened?" He arched his brows as he protested.
"Just another song." I giggled and began to walk to the door.
"WAIT PLEASE!" He yelled and struggled to get up while clutching his teeth.
"Relax, I'll see you in the morning." I turned to the door and turned the knob.
"Y-you promise?"
"Yeah." I veered back to see him laying back down again and I couldn't help but to feel a little cold.
As much as I want to lay with you, I can't...
I felt his eyes on me when I turned away. He wanted to say more, but he knew I couldn't stay for any of it. So I left his room in silence.
I closed the door and witness TOP, Taeyang, Daesung, and Seungri all napping like a baby. Except maybe Seungri, he was twitching and mumbling stuff about muffins.
I leaned against Jiyong's closed door and slid down it while clutching my heart.
Oh my gawd.
If I didn't stop him, my first time would've been in the hospital...
That's ironic...
And risky... Doctors and nurses can enter anytime without a notice... We could've been caught.
Gawd what was he thinking?!
I grabbed my head and shook it violently.
What was I thinking?!
I almost succumbed...
But I knew now isn't the time!
I hope he's not offended... Or think otherwise of me, because I...
I do want it.
So I can breathe...
I took in the sterile air and tiptoed to the nearest bathroom.
I ran cold water on my face and glared at the newly formed hickies down my neck and chest.
Of course, right when I'm needed to model for those designer bikinis next week.
I tugged my shirt up and let my hair down to cover the kiss marks. I will probably have to cancel outfits tryout for tomorrow.
Wait, what do I mean by probably? I definitely have to, because I made a promise to Jiyong!
Curse his irresistible eyes and pleas!
I don't know how to let Louie know... Sigh... Guess I'll call him early in the morning.
Beeeeeeeep
Or... Now.
I took a deep breathe and picked up my phone.
"Oh hi Louie... Why are you calling so late in the night?"
"It's 5 am." He sounded stern and annoyed.
"Oh... I didn't realize... I guess I stayed up all night haha."
"Sigh, you know you're suppose to be at my office in 2 hours right? I got the feeling you would be late again so I called."
"... I'm sorry-"
"It's okay, just get here-"
"No Louie, I can't. I lost track of time and... I can't make it for the tryout..."
There was a tense silence before Louie replied emotionlessly.
"And why is that?"
"I... I don't feel well." I lied then subconsciously coughed.
"I'll bring the outfits to you."
"I, I won't be home." I panicked and scrambled my brain for a new excuse. "I'll be at the hospital to get treated!"
"Which hospital? I'll come visit."
Ugh! Don't you have other things to do?
"I may be contagious."
"I'll be cautious."
"I may look really bad."
"It's an outfits tryout, not a photo shoot."
"I may have gain weight."
"I'll just size them smaller afterwards."
"I..."
"Stop making excuses, what is it?"
I pouted and told him the partial truth.
"... I want to be left alone."
"You have a job, Celia, you can't just take breaks whenever you want."
"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry that I can't make it tomorrow. I mean, today..."
"You know SNSD is going to shoot next week, delaying the outfits would cut me on time to fix them before the music video."
"I'm sorry, I'll be back to Seoul the next day!"
"You're not in Seoul?"
Blood rushed to my cheeks as I looked for the nearest wall to smash my head in.
Damn I can't! I need my last brain cells to create a coherent answer!
"I, I'm seeking treatment... Elsewhere..."
Another awkward silence gone by and I was just about to say goodbye before that sneaky bastard cut me off.
"Why are you lying to me?" He noticed my lack of reply and continued. "I know you're in Japan."
Damn...
I completely lost my ability to recover myself and just gave up.
"How...?"
"I have an international phone plan, and I was notified by a Japanese transfer line before I reached you."
"Oh." I winced my eyes and mentally slapped myself for my stupidity.
I'm so tired I can't think straight.
"I know why you're there." Louie's words surprised me. "I've seen the news."
"Oh...?"
"Just... Be careful, anyone can spot you with... Him." Louie lowered his voice and he almost sounded sad.
"... Thanks." I had nothing else to say but another apology before we said our goodbyes.
Louie wanted me back tomorrow morning so I got to plan my flight later today.
I walked back to the 4 Big Bang boys and wondered if I should wake them up.
I peered back at Jiyong's door again and then at the boys.
Yeah, sleeping like that would hurt their necks which in turns hurt their vocal cords.
I need to care for them as much as they have cared for me.
We're, after all, a big family.