Tainted Lie (Part Two)
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ivoryannalise
ivoryannalise It's okay, little crystalline shell.
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Park Minseon, aka Mingo of boy group .02rain, is all too familiar with the word stigma. One currently controls his life. It's either conform or lose everything he's worked the last 6 years for. With his company's strict dating ban, he's a sparkling example of heterosexuality. Until everything comes crashing down while on tour. With the ban and his so-called heterosexuality hanging over him, will he ever be free? Or will this stigma drag him to the ground?
Part Two

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Tainted Lie (Part Two)

by ivoryannalise

Inspired by BTS'S song, Stigma

Previously on Tainted Lie -

Previously on Tainted Lie - * I turn into his hug, rising to stand beside him. He's tall, just an inch or two taller than me. I rest my head on his shoulder, the black fabric of his staff shirt scratchy against my cheek. "I missed you, Hyeonju. This tour's been too long." *

He doesn't say anything, just holds me against him.

He doesn't say anything, just holds me against him. But I feel his chest swell with silent laughter, his shoulders shaking.

He doesn't say anything, just holds me against him. But I feel his chest swell with silent laughter, his shoulders shaking. An evil plan forms in my head, one of revenge and retribution.

He doesn't say anything, just holds me against him. But I feel his chest swell with silent laughter, his shoulders shaking. An evil plan forms in my head, one of revenge and retribution. I turn my head towards him, eyeing the little scar above his ear.

The splotchy skin causes an indention in his hairline he hates, but one I find charming.

The splotchy skin causes an indention in his hairline he hates, but one I find charming. I poke it with my finger.

The splotchy skin causes an indention in his hairline he hates, but one I find charming. I poke it with my finger. A startled laugh sounds as he pulls away, a hand covering the offending area.

The splotchy skin causes an indention in his hairline he hates, but one I find charming. I poke it with my finger. A startled laugh sounds as he pulls away, a hand covering the offending area. His other hand runs through my hair, pushing the pink strands away from my face.

"We're gonna need to redye this soon."

"We're gonna need to redye this soon." This time, I pull away. I shove my shoulder into him, pushing Hyeonju back a few steps.

"We're gonna need to redye this soon." This time, I pull away. I shove my shoulder into him, pushing Hyeonju back a few steps. Startled, he lets me, falling back a bit.

"We're gonna need to redye this soon." This time, I pull away. I shove my shoulder into him, pushing Hyeonju back a few steps. Startled, he lets me, falling back a bit. My arms cross over my chest, imitating a pout. My lips turn into a comical frown.

"Ya! Did you come in here just to insult me?"

"Ya! Did you come in here just to insult me?" One look at my pouty face, and his shoulders shake with more laughter.

"Ya! Did you come in here just to insult me?" One look at my pouty face, and his shoulders shake with more laughter. Bent double, he stares at me through his hair. Mischief shines in his eyes, the same Jae's had earlier.

"You know I did, Mingo the Mango."

"You know I did, Mingo the Mango." His tone is a dare.

"You know I did, Mingo the Mango." His tone is a dare. He straightens, a smirk adorning his handsome face.

"You know I did, Mingo the Mango." His tone is a dare. He straightens, a smirk adorning his handsome face. He lifts one of his eyebrows, crossing his arms to mimic me.

"You know I did, Mingo the Mango." His tone is a dare. He straightens, a smirk adorning his handsome face. He lifts one of his eyebrows, crossing his arms to mimic me. I roll my eyes, dropping my arms.

What an idiot.

What an idiot. With a scoff, I say, "You're lucky I love you, stupid."

What an idiot. With a scoff, I say, "You're lucky I love you, stupid." "I know." He winks, lowering his arms as well.

What an idiot. With a scoff, I say, "You're lucky I love you, stupid." "I know." He winks, lowering his arms as well. His smile fades as he seems to remember where we are again.

He straightens his name tag, finally all business, scanning my abandoned clothes.

He straightens his name tag, finally all business, scanning my abandoned clothes. Hyeonju walks past me to the clothes rack.

He straightens his name tag, finally all business, scanning my abandoned clothes. Hyeonju walks past me to the clothes rack. His eyes are already distant, lost in preparations for the rest of the tour.

He straightens his name tag, finally all business, scanning my abandoned clothes. Hyeonju walks past me to the clothes rack. His eyes are already distant, lost in preparations for the rest of the tour. I grab his arm, gripping a fistful of his shirt to pull him into me.

Shock flashes through his eyes, but they're no longer distant.

Shock flashes through his eyes, but they're no longer distant. His smirk reappears, brilliant like a stage light.

Shock flashes through his eyes, but they're no longer distant. His smirk reappears, brilliant like a stage light. Hyeonju leans down, eyes drifting closed.

Shock flashes through his eyes, but they're no longer distant. His smirk reappears, brilliant like a stage light. Hyeonju leans down, eyes drifting closed. One of his hands finds its way into the hair at my nape, playfully twirling it between his fingers.

Pleasant chills prickle my skin.

Pleasant chills prickle my skin. With little hesitation, I kiss him, feeling my tiredness melt away. Our lips meld together.

Pleasant chills prickle my skin. With little hesitation, I kiss him, feeling my tiredness melt away. Our lips meld together. Though it's only a short peck, my heart warms; heat flooding down to my toes.

Pleasant chills prickle my skin. With little hesitation, I kiss him, feeling my tiredness melt away. Our lips meld together. Though it's only a short peck, my heart warms; heat flooding down to my toes. The world suspends, everything slowing down.

There's only us in this empty room, no titles or obligations. No one bothers us.

There's only us in this empty room, no titles or obligations. No one bothers us. Outside, staff shout, preparing either for travel or to shut the place down for the night.

There's only us in this empty room, no titles or obligations. No one bothers us. Outside, staff shout, preparing either for travel or to shut the place down for the night. Their hurried footsteps feel so distant, not in the corridor, but on the other side of the building.

For once, I'm not a superstar, just a boy being held by his boyfriend. .

For once, I'm not a superstar, just a boy being held by his boyfriend. In the silence, there's a small click.

For once, I'm not a superstar, just a boy being held by his boyfriend. In the silence, there's a small click. The door opens, the noise from the hallway crowding in.

For once, I'm not a superstar, just a boy being held by his boyfriend. In the silence, there's a small click. The door opens, the noise from the hallway crowding in. The air turns cold, goosebumps rising along my arms.

For a moment, I dare not move, hoping it was some other door I heard.

For a moment, I dare not move, hoping it was some other door I heard. Reality sets in too quickly. We jerk apart, hair wild, lips flushed, but it's already too late.

For a moment, I dare not move, hoping it was some other door I heard. Reality sets in too quickly. We jerk apart, hair wild, lips flushed, but it's already too late. The damage is done My head spins, a bitter taste entering my mouth.

I feel the world titling, collapsing, but I stay upright.

I feel the world titling, collapsing, but I stay upright. In the doorway is my leader, his dark eyes shocked, mouth hanging open.

I feel the world titling, collapsing, but I stay upright. In the doorway is my leader, his dark eyes shocked, mouth hanging open. We stare at each other, my mouth drying the longer it lasts.

I feel the world titling, collapsing, but I stay upright. In the doorway is my leader, his dark eyes shocked, mouth hanging open. We stare at each other, my mouth drying the longer it lasts. He recovers first, his eyes darkening, shuttering away his emotions.

Tension pulls his shoulders taunt as he steps into the room.

Tension pulls his shoulders taunt as he steps into the room. I've only seen him this serious once before when we thought we'd disband.

Tension pulls his shoulders taunt as he steps into the room. I've only seen him this serious once before when we thought we'd disband. That was 3 years ago.

Tension pulls his shoulders taunt as he steps into the room. I've only seen him this serious once before when we thought we'd disband. That was 3 years ago. Back then, I'd hoped to never see him like this again, the look of withdrawal as he'd taken all of our complaints.

The way his face shuttered, sealing away any emotions.

The way his face shuttered, sealing away any emotions. It's back, staring at me, dark, steady, like an obsidian wall. My heart pounds.

The way his face shuttered, sealing away any emotions. It's back, staring at me, dark, steady, like an obsidian wall. My heart pounds. Hajun fumbles for the lock behind him, the only tell that he's anything but unshakeable.

The way his face shuttered, sealing away any emotions. It's back, staring at me, dark, steady, like an obsidian wall. My heart pounds. Hajun fumbles for the lock behind him, the only tell that he's anything but unshakeable. It finally clicks home, sending chills through me.

A pit opens in my stomach, swallowing everything but anxiety. My limbs shake.

A pit opens in my stomach, swallowing everything but anxiety. My limbs shake. What judgments wait behind that unreadable gaze?

A pit opens in my stomach, swallowing everything but anxiety. My limbs shake. What judgments wait behind that unreadable gaze? Hajun approaches us. His strides are long, eating up the distance.

His eyes remain unreadable, steady as they watch us.

His eyes remain unreadable, steady as they watch us. His hands still betray him, though, shaking as he stuffs them into his pockets.

His eyes remain unreadable, steady as they watch us. His hands still betray him, though, shaking as he stuffs them into his pockets. I step between my leader, my friend, and Hyeonju.

His eyes remain unreadable, steady as they watch us. His hands still betray him, though, shaking as he stuffs them into his pockets. I step between my leader, my friend, and Hyeonju. Both I trust, both I would risk everything for, but do both hold my future?

Mouth parched, I try to get my tongue working correctly.

Mouth parched, I try to get my tongue working correctly. Should I trust my leader, as I have with everything else in my life?

Mouth parched, I try to get my tongue working correctly. Should I trust my leader, as I have with everything else in my life? Scenarios race through my mind, but my mouth works faster.

"Hyung, it's not what you think." I lower my head, submitting to his harsh stare.

"Hyung, it's not what you think." I lower my head, submitting to his harsh stare. His gaze is like concrete, unyielding.

"Hyung, it's not what you think." I lower my head, submitting to his harsh stare. His gaze is like concrete, unyielding. "Don't lie to me, Park Minseon. It's exactly what I think it is."

Despite his steely exterior, his voice wavers, shivers of pain coursing through the words.

Despite his steely exterior, his voice wavers, shivers of pain coursing through the words. I glance at him, his expression hurt more than anything now.

Despite his steely exterior, his voice wavers, shivers of pain coursing through the words. I glance at him, his expression hurt more than anything now. His hands, now clasped in front of him, shake still. It's hard to tell if the shivers are from disgust or sorrow.

His nails tear at the delicate skin of his knuckles.

His nails tear at the delicate skin of his knuckles. They rip at the scars littering his skin, tales of our stressful debut years.

His nails tear at the delicate skin of his knuckles. They rip at the scars littering his skin, tales of our stressful debut years. Being our leader had cost him, and I could see it in every curved scar. Hajun doesn't deserve to be lied to.

Not after all these years of struggling together.

Not after all these years of struggling together. He refuses to take my lies anyway.

Not after all these years of struggling together. He refuses to take my lies anyway. Standing up, I approach the distraught boy.

Not after all these years of struggling together. He refuses to take my lies anyway. Standing up, I approach the distraught boy. He lets me, dark eyes burning into my face. I can feel Hyeonju watching me as well.

They stare, watching me break, silent as a bomb.

They stare, watching me break, silent as a bomb. "Hyung, stop."

They stare, watching me break, silent as a bomb. "Hyung, stop." I take Hajun's hands in mine, pulling them apart.

They stare, watching me break, silent as a bomb. "Hyung, stop." I take Hajun's hands in mine, pulling them apart. Fresh half-moons dot his knuckles, the indents bold against the scarred skin--a layer of skin clots beneath his nails.

When he speaks again, his voice is soft, nearing broken. "How could you? Here? Of all places?"

When he speaks again, his voice is soft, nearing broken. "How could you? Here? Of all places?" Tears well in his eyes, leaking down his face. They leave streaks in his makeup.

When he speaks again, his voice is soft, nearing broken. "How could you? Here? Of all places?" Tears well in his eyes, leaking down his face. They leave streaks in his makeup. Hands still in mine, I hang my head.

Hair curtains my face, blocking my eyes. "I'm sorry, Hyung."

Hair curtains my face, blocking my eyes. "I'm sorry, Hyung." "Don't say that. You're only sorry you got caught."

Hair curtains my face, blocking my eyes. "I'm sorry, Hyung." "Don't say that. You're only sorry you got caught." He's not wrong. But hearing him say it hurts worse than being slapped.

Hair curtains my face, blocking my eyes. "I'm sorry, Hyung." "Don't say that. You're only sorry you got caught." He's not wrong. But hearing him say it hurts worse than being slapped. Hajun jerks his hands out of mine.

They graze my nose, the edge of his nail stinging. Tears blur my vision, the need to cry aching in my throat.

They graze my nose, the edge of his nail stinging. Tears blur my vision, the need to cry aching in my throat. I keep my head low, hoping my hair covers my eyes.

They graze my nose, the edge of his nail stinging. Tears blur my vision, the need to cry aching in my throat. I keep my head low, hoping my hair covers my eyes. They can't see this. I'm the mood maker of the group, in charge of lifting the others' attitudes.

My tears are only for myself.

My tears are only for myself. "Then what?" I mutter, "am I just a sinner to you?" Tears drip off the tip of my nose now.

My tears are only for myself. "Then what?" I mutter, "am I just a sinner to you?" Tears drip off the tip of my nose now. Someone gasps, and I hear the shuffle of shoes approaching.

My tears are only for myself. "Then what?" I mutter, "am I just a sinner to you?" Tears drip off the tip of my nose now. Someone gasps, and I hear the shuffle of shoes approaching. Gentle hands cup my chin, lifting my head.

My leader stands before me, eyes like shards of broken glass.

My leader stands before me, eyes like shards of broken glass. They soften when they see my tear-streaked cheeks. "Minseon, no. Never."

My leader stands before me, eyes like shards of broken glass. They soften when they see my tear-streaked cheeks. "Minseon, no. Never." I wipe a hand across my face, catching tears along my fingers.

My leader stands before me, eyes like shards of broken glass. They soften when they see my tear-streaked cheeks. "Minseon, no. Never." I wipe a hand across my face, catching tears along my fingers. Jerking my face out of his hand, I pull myself into a bow.

My nose throbs with my heart, the need to cry building behind my eyes again. Shame creeps along me, despite him denying my sin.

My nose throbs with my heart, the need to cry building behind my eyes again. Shame creeps along me, despite him denying my sin. "Please punish me, Hyung," I say, broken and resigned. "Please pardon my crime."

My nose throbs with my heart, the need to cry building behind my eyes again. Shame creeps along me, despite him denying my sin. "Please punish me, Hyung," I say, broken and resigned. "Please pardon my crime." Shoes scrape across the tiles, stopping before me.

They're shiny and new, the pants above them comfortable, baggy, but expensive.

They're shiny and new, the pants above them comfortable, baggy, but expensive. Nothing like the jeans Hyeonju wears with his uniform.

They're shiny and new, the pants above them comfortable, baggy, but expensive. Nothing like the jeans Hyeonju wears with his uniform. Hajun rests a hand atop my head like a king to a supplicant. He doesn't move, and neither do I.

"Minseon, I won't punish you, but I can't pardon you either." My leader's voice filters through my hair.

"Minseon, I won't punish you, but I can't pardon you either." My leader's voice filters through my hair. Moving his hand, he holds it out to me. New nail marks litter his skin.

"Minseon, I won't punish you, but I can't pardon you either." My leader's voice filters through my hair. Moving his hand, he holds it out to me. New nail marks litter his skin. I take it, trying to ignore those marks -overlook the fact that I put them there.

He pulls me up, quickly letting go.

He pulls me up, quickly letting go. The man stands awkwardly, but anger simmers behind his eyes.

He pulls me up, quickly letting go. The man stands awkwardly, but anger simmers behind his eyes. "I thought I could trust you, but you've been sneaking behind my back." He stares at me, letting each word sink in.

His fingers flex, twitching as if he wishes to hit me or tear at himself.

His fingers flex, twitching as if he wishes to hit me or tear at himself. I open my mouth to protest, to plead my case, but he waves away my words.

His fingers flex, twitching as if he wishes to hit me or tear at himself. I open my mouth to protest, to plead my case, but he waves away my words. Hurt lines his face, eyes set with resolve, jaw locked.

His fingers flex, twitching as if he wishes to hit me or tear at himself. I open my mouth to protest, to plead my case, but he waves away my words. Hurt lines his face, eyes set with resolve, jaw locked. "I'm your leader, and you couldn't trust me with this? Instead, you lied to me."

Shaking his head, he runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.

Shaking his head, he runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. He blows the air out through his nose.

Shaking his head, he runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. He blows the air out through his nose. Hajun gestures to the slightly taller Hyeonju, his movements angry and distressed.

"How many times were you going for ramyeon or practicing when you were really with him?" His eyes burn into my face, sharpening into a glare.

"How many times were you going for ramyeon or practicing when you were really with him?" His eyes burn into my face, sharpening into a glare. I avoid them, but I can still feel their weight.

"How many times were you going for ramyeon or practicing when you were really with him?" His eyes burn into my face, sharpening into a glare. I avoid them, but I can still feel their weight. In our seven years together, he's never been this angry with me.

Countless times I've seen him angry defending us, with managers, with senior groups.

Countless times I've seen him angry defending us, with managers, with senior groups. Every injustice our group's faced, he'd fought.

Countless times I've seen him angry defending us, with managers, with senior groups. Every injustice our group's faced, he'd fought. He'd always been hard to ignite, preferring peaceful discord over fighting.

Countless times I've seen him angry defending us, with managers, with senior groups. Every injustice our group's faced, he'd fought. He'd always been hard to ignite, preferring peaceful discord over fighting. Still, his anger was always there at the right moments.

Now, all that fiery rage is solely directed at me. How can I handle this?

Now, all that fiery rage is solely directed at me. How can I handle this? I start to say something but stutter over my words.

Now, all that fiery rage is solely directed at me. How can I handle this? I start to say something but stutter over my words. Tears of self-hate well in my eyes, burning up my throat. A rock of guilt settles in my stomach.

A hand lands on my shoulder, fingers digging in, dragging me from my thoughts.

A hand lands on my shoulder, fingers digging in, dragging me from my thoughts. "You've broken my trust, Minseon, but it doesn't mean I hate you."

A hand lands on my shoulder, fingers digging in, dragging me from my thoughts. "You've broken my trust, Minseon, but it doesn't mean I hate you." I meet his eyes, fighting back the tears. I want to tear at my skin the way he does, but I know it'll do nothing for us.

My leader's eyes soften, the anger fleeing. "I'm still your friend, Min."

My leader's eyes soften, the anger fleeing. "I'm still your friend, Min." I bow my head slightly, apologetically.

My leader's eyes soften, the anger fleeing. "I'm still your friend, Min." I bow my head slightly, apologetically. Sincerity melts into my words. "I'll earn back your trust, Jun."

My hand reaches for his, squeezing his fingers.

My hand reaches for his, squeezing his fingers. He squeezes back. "I'm sure you will."

A/N: Look out for part 3 soon! I'm sorry for the really awkward cut off points, but this story is just too long. If you want to avoid these awful cliff-hangers, you can always read the full piece over on Wattpad. Link in comments. (Though the full piece will be posted here as well.)

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