Maenboong - A SkyDragon fanfic.

Day 2.1

JIYONG AND YONGBAE (AND CHAERIN AND TEDDY)

Note: Please don't mind the Chapter headings "Day x.x" the time line is all over the place and does not co-relate. I will try and keep things clear within the story though!!!

(Almost 2 weeks later)

Jiyong stepped off the stage automatically handing over his mic and taking the towel and bottle of water handed to him by a PA in the backstage hallway. As he briskly made his way towards his changing room to prep for the BB segment of the YG Family concert, Yongbae materialized beside him and matched his stride.

"What are you doing, Ji?" he asked.

Not touching her, Jiyong thought automatically. "What do you mean?" he asked instead.

"I asked you not to be obvious, dude, I didn't say treat her like an old testament plague!"

Jiyong felt anger sharpen inside him. Clearly his friend had no fucking clue how difficult the last week or so had been for him.

Yes, it was true he was taking it a little far. No one realized that more than he did. He would barely even look at her when they were in a room together - would hold his breath if she came too close so he didn't have to smell her musk tinted shampoo. It was the only thing that worked... barely.

What would work best was distance but they were label mates and friends and creative partners in crime so unless one of them got fired, that just wasn't do-able. So he had taken his only other option and put his senses on a Chaerin Fast.

The rules were simple:

1. Only look at her when absolutely necessary.

2. Use Texting/Chat to avoid actual voice interactions were possible ( Note: delete playlist "HunChae")

3. Do NOT smell her.

4. Do NOT touch her. Not even indirectly.

5. Do NOT even think about tasting her except to remind yourself not to think about tasting her.

He was 11 days in and counting and everything sucked.

"Can you seriously not talk to her without jumping her?" Yongbae asked. There was a smile in his voice but he knew his friend enough to know the question was serious. And the answer unfortunately was no. He couldn't.

Case in point.

Just one day after realizing that he had a problem he had stopped by Teddy hyung's studio. It's not like he went there hoping to see her even though, outside of the practice rooms, that was the place she spent the most time in. He actually had to see the hyung about some notes he'd received from him on the track he was currently working on.

He'd opened the door. Teddy Hyung wasn't there but predictably Chaerin was. Curled up on the couch like a cat. Wearing a big *Raf Simons jumper over Chanel short shorts. She raised her head when he opened the door, tousled, tawny hair spilling away from her piquant face, cat eyes at half mast - she must have been napping - "Oppa..." she said, her contralto husky from sleep. She smiled.

Jiyong opened his mouth to say something then completely forgot what it was.

There was an awkward beat while he stood there with his mouth half open, feeling the heat crawling surely up his neck to his cheekbones. Chaerin stilled, her smile disappearing as her expression slowly becoming wary.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

Get. It. Together. Jiyong.

Jiyong forced his mouth to close and then to form a smile. He even managed to force the smile to be teasing. He wasn't a performer for nothing. Chaerin's head tilted, her eyes still suspicious.