I'm Kinda Sick and You Might Be Too

Go Away But Stay

There were many things floating through Simon's mind as he was sprawled out on Seung Hyun's California King. Their relationship escalated rather quickly in New York, both men highly affected by the other. Seung Hyun had been clear that he'd left a tumultuous ten-year relationship and to be honest, he really wasn't looking to jump into something else long term. Simon was okay with that, as he wasn't sure he could handle a more serious and dedicated relationship, considering Seung Hyun was Korean superstar and being gay was extremely problematic in that country. Simon didn't want to run the risk of being the one responsible for ruining Seung Hyun's reputation. He figured they'd be together in New York, never once expecting to be asked to come back to Korea with the global celebrity. Tempers had flared when he encountered the former boyfriend, more out of jealousy and annoyance, than anything else. He could see the appeal of the other. He was gorgeous, if one were honest with themselves. Simon had taken to google in search of all things Kwon Jiyong and discovered that the little one was even more famous than his new boyfriend. Simon was jealous. That's what it boiled down to. He was man enough, and mature also, to realize that those two downstairs had a lot to talk about and that you just couldn't throw ten years out the window, despite Seung Hyun's wanting to do so. Simon could relate, in the sense of feeling neglected, not loved enough, to be a side item. He'd endured relationships like that in the past and could admit also, he didn't like it very much either. Simon's newfound happiness had come at a cost and he wasn't so eager to brag about it now. He definitely didn't want to be someone's rebound, though he knew Seung Hyun wasn't doing that. Perhaps their romance was going to be just a fling, something short and much needed. Simon surmised that he wasn't there in Seung Hyun's life for the long haul, perhaps only to help the man feel valued, feel loved and capable of standing on his own two feet. Simon felt sorry for his new love. The man had millions, was a kpop god, a movie star, a fashionista and so many other things. But the one thing he wanted, there was no money to ever buy that. He wanted the love of the little one that he was downstairs talking too and Simon realized that he would never get it. Seung Hyun would never get that love in the way he wanted it. Nor in the way he deserved. And that really made him sad. He knew that he had it easy, growing up in New York, where being gay wasn't such a travesty. Simon's mind was made up and though it would pain him, he knew in his heart of hearts what he had to do.

"I don't understand why you continue to make life difficult for me!!!" Seung Hyun was beside himself, hearing Jiyong's latest proclamation. The little bastard was refusing to let him go, telling him, with a straight face, no less, that he didn't like him at the moment but he loved him very much. What the fuck was that about??!!! Seung Hyun wanted to punch him in the fucking throat. He was beyond angry, totally fed up and just wanted to end things so they could just be friends.

Or something close to that, considering they still had to work together.

Without question, Seung Hyun was an entertainer and he never let any independent, outside squabbles interfere with his stage presence. There were countless times he was fucking annoyed with his former lover, but he never let any of that anger spill on stage. They always gave great performances.

As Jiyong stood in front of him, apparently, his balls bigger than his height, he pushed into Seung Hyun's chest, causing the big man to fall back into his leather recliner. "I'm not giving you up, baby. It's not going to happen. You don't love that person upstairs, not like you love me. You're just fucking him. Admit it, babydoll." Jiyong was brazen, his voice getting louder and louder, not giving one fucking care about whether Simon heard him or not. This Korean was his. And he'd be damned if he'd let some fucking pretty boy take what was his.

"Babydoll??!! Where'd the fuck that come from? Don't you ever call me that shit!!! What the fuck I look like, Jiyong?" Seung Hyun stood up, now totally pissed off and towered over his little, pesky pussy boi and wanted nothing more than to kiss him. Fucking Hell!!! Why couldn't he get this asshole out of his system? He tried. Seung Hyun did. But even admitting it to himself, while he adored Simon, he saw Jiyong's face when he was pounding into his new partner's ass. Simon was getting the fucking of his life, but he wasn't actually the intended recipient.