Talking Eyes by Mia Lafreve Pedretti (bill gates books to read txt) 📖

His eyes never left mine when he talked. "Yep." He nodded.

"Yes. It's time to leave." She said walking towards the door. Choi Seunghyun opened it for her. Then he stepped out and I did it too. Bom framed again Ji Yong and greeted him. "Bye Ji Yong!" She waved her hands at him.

"Bye Bom!" He greeted her at the door.

Me and Choi Seunghyun greeted him too. "Bye! Bye!"

"Bye Hyun! Bye Yumi-ha!"

"Bye!" I greeted him again. For the last time, before he closed the door. I felt the huge to go open the door and jump in his arms. But it was too late. We were already entering in the elevator. That would have take us down the underground parking, where Choi Seunghyun's car was waiting for us. As soon as we were in the car, he stepped on the accelerator headed out of parking, leaving Ji Yong's apartment behind us at full speed. I thought about what would have happened when he would have left for real.We had just a day left to us after all.  If I feel this sad now, how will I feel when he's gonna leave the country? I felt the tears pushing to come out just by thinking of it. I felt like someone was about to take the bridge off my feet and leave me with just a rope to rely on. How much will I last without him? How will I defend myself from his overly jealous and dangerous fans? How will I resist to temptations? Oh God..Help me. Please. I prayed mentally. I did it only when my parents died. I asked him to take care of them and protect me and my brother. Now I was praying him to take care of me and Ji Yong, when we would have been apart from each other. When I finished to pray, I embraced myself, sat alone in the back-seat, and brushed off my face the tears I didn't notice I shared. I squeezed myself to keep the heat, his heat, on me. 

I'll have to be stronger. Again.

JI YONG

When they left. When she left, I felt cold. A cold loneliness, that I knew too well. I couldn't hold myself back and I opened the door that I've just closed. Nothing. There was nothing and no one in the corridor. He took her away from me in no time, that damn monk.. There was nothing that I could do, so I closed it back and prepared myself for my schedule.

But first of all, I had to absolute do something first. I headed to my room again, then hurried in the bathroom and carefully closed the door behind me. I slid down my pants and my boxer too..and there he is .. was rising like a tower between my tights. A rockily hard and pulsing tower, with the veins in plain sight. I had to release him, from the interruption of Choi Seunghyun, of doing his job with Yumi's pussy...Just thinking about it now..Made my member harder. I took off the rest of my clothes and tossed them on the bathroom's floor. Then I entered in the shower and turned on the water, settling it on mid-hot temperature. The heat's water with the heat of my body, would have certainly help me to release myself.

While the water kept pouring on top of my head and then all over my body, I remembered of earlier. When Yumi and I were in my room, before my hyung came to interrupt us. When she grabbed my dick and stroke it slowly up and down. I was sure that she was also about to lay her sweet mouth upon it and.. "Oh God...Ahhh.. Ah Man..Ahh.." I moaned grabbing and pulling him back and forth. My moans grew louder and louder as I was reaching the edge. Just imaginating her place her moistful mouth above my dick and give me a bowjob, drove me crazy and I came multiple times. My knees were weak, but I stayed still under the water's shot. The steam was all around me, but I could still see the sperm flowing on the shower's wall. My body kept shaking even after it finished. 

Regarding me...I just kept panting, in total ecstasy. "I can't wait to have sex with you for real piccola.." I mumbled, thinking of Yumi. Who would have waited for me after I finished my schedule's routine. I better hurry up. I said to myself. I took a quick cold shower, to calm my boiling spirits down, cleaned the shower and I put some new clothes on. Newer and more fashionable. Six minutes later my manager called me. He said that he was already here, and that he was waiting for me down in the car parking. I was already dressed up, and all I needed to do was to take my phone, a men's bag and some other things. Then I was ready to go. When I arrived down in the car parking, I saw my manager waiting for me in the SUV, with the rest of my crew. Meant, bodyguards and my make up artist. A nice and professional old woman.

I stepped in the car and sat in the back, in the middle of my two bodyguards. There were other two. One was sitting in the front with my manager(the driver) and the other one was sitting in the mid-back, next to the make up artist. This has always been the practice. Because like you already know, my adorables fans could be..a little..too excited and wanted to touch me, that's why I had to go around with all these bodyguards.

In fact, when we were about to reach the building of the radio station, I heard their screams already from hundred meters. I love the fact that they was so devoted to me. The surprise and happiness I felt the day I first heard them, never left me. Even today, hearing them from such a distance, was an extraordinary and most beautiful thing that ever happen to me. Everytime that I came to see them made me the most happier artist in the world. Their love for me, sometimes really filled up my heart and brang tears to my eyes. But like everything in the world, they had a dark side. Really dark. Not all of them was so obsessed with me obviously, and not all of them acted in such abnormal way. The real problematic fans erano le sasaeng fans. They weren't obsessed of me, they lived through me and everything I did. The problem was to individuate them in the crowd. Externally they were like all the fans, with their love's declaration and such, but internally, a few of them they weren't so candid and purehearted like they wanted people to believe. But how to single out those freaks? The question of the century.

I knew perfectly how jealous and..dangerous they could get. Mostly when I gave too much attention to one girl and viceversa. They got mad at that girl till she was mentally nuts or worst. If they would have ever found out that Yumi was my girlfriend for real..I didn't really know what they would have done to her. Well no, I knew what they would have done, but I didn't know how far they would have pushed themselves. I didn't want to know it either. I absolutely have to lead away the attention from her. I stated. I don't want to be alone again like before... Luckily an idea came in my mind right before we arrived at the building.

UNKNOWN

The anger I had towards that B*tch called Yumi, didn't disappeared when the car that carried our favourite Oppa, headed towards us. Towards the radiofonic building of MBC to be exact. It didn't fade away at all, I just put it apart. Guarded in a box as it said. Because in that exact moment all I wanted to do, was to melt in the sight of Ji Yong, our Oppa, handsome and strictly fashionable. There were a lot of others fans apart us. All normals fans that kept screaming like chicks since they saw the car getting neaer the building. All those chicks were nothing to us. They believed they knew the handsome guy that would have stepped out of that car, but they knew nothing. They hadn't try to scratch under the superficial image his manager kept dispensing to the world, but we did. No, they were satisfied by just admiring him from far away, without try even once to get closer to him, or know deeper his personal life like we've done. Better for us. I thought while we were waiting in the back of the crowd like always. Less dummies on my way. We didn't need to follow him on his schedule's routine. Even a five years old girl can do it. What interested to us was to follow him during his life's routine, and if we were lucky we could even get into it. Our, but mostly my dream, was to intrude myself in his apartment at night...get silently in his room..and find him there, happily asleep under the blankets. I would have get closer to him, silently and slowly approached him, and I would have leaned on him and then...

"AAAH OPPPAA!"

The disturbing scream of a teenager girl in the front line of the crowd, snatched me violently out of my daydreams. What the F*ck?!Damn screaming chicks. Anyway, I didn't have the time to swear as it has to be done on her, that the doors of the SUV, that carried Ji Yong, opened themselves. Oh My God.. I had been fascinated instantly. Love at first sight, just like the first time I first laid my eyes on him. The expensive clothes, the bad boy attitude, and his blond hair shining under the sunshines. I liked all of those things right away, but I felt deeply in love with him, when I first saw his light-brown eyes. The same eyes that were smiling at the adoring crowd of fans. I can't really resist to those eyes of him. I thought raped by his gaze.

My love for him kept growing till to increase in a real and serious obsession . So, too eager to stop, I decided that I would have gone beyond that superficial wall, formed by concert, Fan meeting and such. No, I want more. I thought back then. Watching brief videos of his personal life wasn't enough for me. I claimed more from his manager, his president Yang Hyun Suk, and from himself too, leaving continuous messages on their Official website and social profiles too. But nothing ever came out. They never answered to me or any other hungered fans of South Korea. Never. So I had no choice but to join the sasaeng fans club. It hasn't been easy at the beginning, and sometimes I had doubts on the choice to join them. Mostly when they did disgusting and dangerous actions, till to make me sick and have fear. Mostly Fear to be arrested than anything else. I don't want to go in jail at 18 years old. I thought often back then. But none officer ever busted us. So it has been