This is a work of fiction.
“Why don’t you call it a night,” Kush said to the musical engineer to his right at the mixing board.
“’Kay. Night, man,” Choice said and grabbed his jacket before exiting Teddy’s Studio.
The door swung shut and the click noise caused Teddy to stir on his “luxurious bed” behind Kush. He was now the only one awake in the studio. An hour earlier, CL and the rest of 2NE1 left the studio after finishing the recording for the new song. Shortly after the girls left, Teddy laid down on the couch and passed out, leaving Choice and Kush to begin the mixing on the new track. Now bored and too tired to work, Kush didn’t have anything to do. He played with the drum machine for a few minutes, creating a beat then let it play over and over again.
“Panty… Loop,” Kush heard from behind him. Kush turned to look at Teddy.
“You’re awa- Oh. I guess not,” he said slightly disappointed, then noticed something.
Being as quiet as he could, Kush pulled his cell phone from his pocket, activated the camera application, and aimed the focus at the sleeping Teddy. He pushed the button to take the picture and a loud shutter sound filled the studio.
“What the hell was that,” Teddy said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
Kush froze, phone still pointed at Teddy, eyes wide. If I don’t move, he can’t see me. No. That’s not right. He’s not a dinosaur. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. He sees me.
Teddy resituated his hat over his hooded sweat shirt and glared at Kush. “Did you just take a picture of me sleeping? Kush!”
“Uh. What? No. Go back to sleep,” he said, trying to stow his phone away, but Teddy was already standing over him.
“You took a picture of me sleeping, man. You’re gonna die,” Teddy said and tried to take away Kush’s cell phone.
Kush ducked under Teddy’s arms and rolled across the floor. “I didn’t do anything!”
“Then why are you trying to get away?!”
“Nothing! Okay, I took a picture. I’ll delete it! Hyung- Ow!”
Kush was pinned between Teddy’s knees.
“Can’t breathe…” Kush wheezed out. Teddy was sitting on his chest with Kush’s forearms under his shins.
“You’re not going to be able to breathe even worse when I’m done with you,” Teddy said and leaned down to Kush’s face.
Teddy reached toward Kush’s hand and took his cell phone. He looked down at the picture and grimaced.
“Come one, man! What the fuck? You’re an ass,” Teddy said and put the phone in his pocket.
“But I thought it would be funny! You know embarrassing pictures are funny! Haha?”
“Okay. Let’s take an embarrassing picture of you,” Teddy said, poking Kush in the chest.
“There’s nothing embarrassing about me,” Kush said, and tried to grab Teddy with his legs.
“Oh, really?! I’ve showered with you, dude! I know something embarrassing,” Teddy said and raised his eye brows.
“I’m not taking my pants off! No,” Kush said as Teddy fumbled with Kush’s belt behind him. Kush thrashed, knocking Teddy off balance. He took advantage of the situation and rolled out from under the man. In too much of a hurry to get away, Kush didn’t bother to re-fasten his belt. He dove for the couch and curled up in as small of a ball as he could.
“You’re not getting away that easy,” Teddy said and began tickling Kush.
“Ah! Hyung! No fair! Ah! Ah! Shit! Fuck! Hyuuuung,” Kush screamed through giggles. He grabbed the sides of his pants, trying to keep them from falling off due to his wiggling. At this moment, Teddy saw an opportunity.
He quickly climbed on top of Kush on the couch. He sat on Kush’s thighs, pinning his hands this time with his knees. Kush kept trying to wiggle away, but Teddy placed more pressure on Kush’s hands, making his squeal in pain.
“Stay still, then! Remember, Kushy… Embarrassing pictures are funny,” Teddy said as he unbuttoned Kush’s pants and unzipped them.
“No, hyung! Please, please don’t do this! I won’t do it again,” Kush pleaded from underneath him, no longer wiggling. He was now being pliant as he stared up at his hyung. Teddy pulled out Kush’s phone from his pocket and took a picture of Kush nearly crying, his cheeks flushed, and hair mussed.
“I guess this’ll have to do for the embarrassing picture for now,” Teddy said and locked the screen for the phone before setting it in the rolly studio chair beside the couch. “You got lucky this time, now move over. I’m tired.”
Teddy moved off of Kush, but Kush didn’t move.
“Yah… Why aren’t you moving,” Teddy asked and nudged Kush in the side.
“I just remembered that my phone automatically sends pictures to my me2day account, Teddy,” Kush said and sat up, pants still undone.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No. I’m sorry. We can go online and delete it, but I doubt that people haven’t already posted it elsewhere,” Kush said, looking pensive and apologetic.
“I’m gonna kick your ass, kid,” Teddy said menacingly.
“What if I make it up to you,” Kush muttered and looked up at Teddy apologetically.
“And how would you do that?”
“Lay down,” Kush said and after Teddy laid down, Kush laid in front of him and pulled Teddy’s arm over his waist.
“What are you doing,” Teddy asked, lifting his arm.
“You can hold me tonight. If you have a bad dream, you can squeeze me, or hit me, or whatever.”
“You’re silly,” Teddy said as he squeezed he arm tight around Kush’s center.
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