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  ONYX:

  Heart

  Onyx, Book 2

  An Atlantis Entertainment Novel

  J. S. Lee

  Axellia Publishing

  Onyx: Heart

  Copyright © 2019 J. S. Lee

  All rights reserved.

  First edition, April 2019

  Published by Axellia Publishing

  Print ISBN: 978-1-912644-19-3

  eBook AISN: B07NPTJFNT

  Cover design by Natasha Snow Designs;

  www.natashasnowdesigns.com

  Onyx logo by Shezna Love

  Edited by C. Lesley

  Proofread by S. Harvell

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, distributed, stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval systems, in any forms or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, without express permission of the author, unless for the purpose of a review which may quote brief passages for a review purpose.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locations are used fictitiously. Other characters, names, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events, locations, or persons – living or dead – is entirely coincidental.

  CONTENTS

  CONTENTS

  DEDICATION

  THE ATLANTIS ENTERTAINMENT UNIVERSE

  K-101

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  CHARACTER BIOGRAPHIES

  ATLANTIS ENTERTAINMENT NEWSLETTER

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  WAYS TO CONNECT

  DEDICATION

  For Shezna

  who gave me a beautiful logo

  and helped make Onyx seem more real.

  THE ATLANTIS ENTERTAINMENT UNIVERSE

  New Adult Reverse Harem

  (As J. S. Lee)

  H3RO

  Idol Thoughts

  Idol Worship

  Idol Gossip

  Onyx

  Onyx: Truth

  Onyx: Heart

  Coming Soon

  Onyx: Love

  Young Adult Contemporary Romance

  (As Ji Soo Lee)

  Zodiac

  The Idol Who Became Her World

  The Girl Who Gave Him The Moon

  Coming Soon

  The Dancer Who Saved Her Soul

  K-101

  For those of you unfamiliar with K-Pop / K-Dramas / Korean culture, here’s a short handy guide:

  Names in Korean are written family name then given name. It’s not uncommon to use the full name when addressing a person – even one you’re close to.

  김영빈 is the Korean way of writing Kim Youngbin.

  윤지원 is the Korean way of writing Yoon Jiwon – pronounced like Gee-one

  임종섭 is the Korean way of writing Im Jongsub (JongB)

  공민혁 is the Korean way of writing Gong Minhyuk (MinMin)

  렌용식 is the Korean way of writing Ren Yongsik. However, as Yongsik goes by his stage name, CX, it would be written 시엑스.

  Xiao is a little different he is Chinese. It would therefore be spelled out phonetically in Korean. (For those curious, it would be 샤오 which is really hard to write phonetically but would be pronounced she-yaow – run it all together to make one syllable.)

  Surnames (Family names)

  As the western worlds combined, we ended up with a lot of variation in surnames. In Korea, although there is variation, you will find a lot Kims, Lees, and Parks. To try to keep things as easy to follow as possible, I have tried to make sure that all characters don’t have the same surname unless they’re in the same family – like Holly. However, in reality, this is most often not the case.

  BTS, for example have Kim Namjoon (RM), Kim Seokjin (Jin), and Kim Taehyung (V). They all share the same family name, but they are not related.

  Oppa (오빠), hyung (형), noona (누나), and oennie (언니)

  This one gets a little confusing at first. The first thing you need to know, in Korea, age is a very important thing. It’s not uncommon for you to be asked your age before your name because you need to be spoken to with the correct level of respect (known as honorifics). To show this, there’s actually several ways to speak to address a person and it usually depends on your age (an exception to this might be in a place of work where someone younger than you is more senior to you). But I’ll keep this simple and limit myself to terms used in the book.

  Traditionally, oppa, hyung, noona, and unnie are terms used to describe your older sibling – depending on what sex you are and what sex they are. If you are male, your older brother is hyung and your older sister is noona. If you are female, your older brother is your oppa, and your older sister is unnie (technically, 언니 when Romanized is oennie, but unnie has become a more standard way of writing this). However, this can often be transferred to people you are close to. A girl will call her older boyfriend oppa. An idol will call his older groupmates hyung.

  Sunbae (선배) and Hoobae (후배)

  Along the same vein, sunbae (senior) and hoobae (junior) may be used as an alternative when using experience as a basis, rather than age.

  Other

  Comeback: this is an odd one for most people. Your next single isn’t just your next single. It’s a comeback – and it doesn’t matter if you’ve waited two months or two years.

  Kakao: Kakao is a messaging app similar to Whatsapp or Wechat.

  SNS: What we would call Social Media, Koreans use the term Social Networking Service. Included in this would be V Live, an app which allows Korean idols to communicate with their fans (a bit like Instagram Live)

  화이팅: Fighting, or ‘hwaiting’ is a word commonly used as encouragement, like ‘good luck’ or ‘let’s do this’.

  Maknae: a term used for the youngest member of a group.

  ‘Ya!’: The Korean equivalent to ‘Hey!’

  제 X 장: Chapter (pronounced jae X jang)

  AAA Pass: Access All Areas Pass. Usually reserved for artists and key members of staff – this is the pass that will let you backstage and in areas like the green room.

  Character Bios are also available at the back of this book

  More terms and information is available on Ji Soo’s website:

  www.jislooleeauthor.com/k101

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  Want

  For the first time after getting off a plane, I wasn’t exhausted. After something which was barely longer than a pause in Seoul, we had been back in the air on the plane and on our way to Vancouver. It had been a night flight, so when we landed mid-morning, I felt awake. Ready to stretch my legs and in desperate need of a shower, but awake.

  Vancouver was buried under three feet of snow, typical for it being the beginning of February. It looked like a winter wonderland. As someone who lived in a desert, I loved snow. I’d gone to University of Illinois, so I was used to snow, but I still loved it. Actually, that had been part of the attraction of UIC.

  Hopefully, I would have time to go for a walk later and take some shots of the city and the mountains behind the Strait of Georgia. It was beautiful.

  However, there were more important things on m
y list to tackle before then.

  I needed to get some laundry done, because, aside from a lot of underwear, there wasn’t much else left in my cases to wear. Not without being too nice or formal. But first…

  First, I needed to speak to Xiao, JongB, and Jiwon.

  Three of the six gorgeous members of Onyx.

  My three… boyfriends?

  The required conversation wasn’t because I had my doubts. They had already been discussed, and I was still worried about the world finding out (or more likely what the consequences would be for Onyx if they did), but rather, because of another member of the group: Youngbin.

  Kim Youngbin was the leader of Onyx.

  He’d tried to kiss me.

  I’d stopped it from happening at the time, and now he was doing his utmost to avoid me. But I felt I owed it to the other three to tell them. I’d recently found out my ex-boyfriend, Damien the Dick, had been seeing someone else while we had been together. We’d hardly been broken up for long when he’d gotten married. That had hurt.

  I don’t know… I just felt like I shouldn’t hide anything from them. They trusted me, and I trusted them. Was there any need?

  It didn’t mean I wasn’t feeling a little concerned about admitting it though. It had been on my mind since we had left Jakarta and the only reason that I hadn’t said anything sooner was because I hadn’t had the opportunity. We had barely stopped.

  Currently, we were in a minibus on the way to the hotel. And by we, I mean, myself, the makeup artist, the stylist, Sungmin’s assistant, and all the luggage. Onyx, greeted by fans, had gone straight onto their own minibus while we stayed for the cases. I sent a quick message to JongB.

  Me: Can we all meet up later? X

  JongB: That depends…

  Me: On?

  JongB: On whether or not you’re going to try to end things again…

  In my defense, I had just found out that a former member of Onyx was telling the world that the reason he had left was because the group had bullied him, and they couldn’t do anything about it because the real reason was much more scandalous… Oh Bohyun had been – possibly still was – in a relationship with his step-sister.

  The idea of that scandal breaking out was almost as chilling to me as the world discovering me - both were career ending.

  Me: I am not ending things.

  JongB: We’ve been given some free time until dinner. We’ll be there mid-afternoon.

  It wasn’t a long drive to the hotel. We arrived just after lunch. I checked into my room. Although it was just me, I had two double beds and an almost view of the harbor. I dumped the entire contents of both of my cases onto one of the beds, then threw all the dirty laundry into one of the now empty cases. I’d asked at the check-in desk and there was a laundry facility within the hotel. If the guys weren’t free for a few hours, I was going to take my MacBook and my laundry and do relatively normal things.

  The hotel was posh enough that I suspected no one ever used the laundry room. There were six washers on one side and six dryers on the other, and all were empty. There were also two couches facing the walls of appliances.

  I loaded up three of the machines. If no one else was there, I was going to separate my laundry and do it all at once. Then, I sank onto one of the couches, laptop on my lap, and loaded up Netflix. I picked out a film and plugged my earphones in.

  I got lost in the movie and didn’t realize I was no longer alone until someone was kicking my feet. I was sitting sideways on the couch, taking up the whole thing as I stretched out, so in a panic, I hit the spacebar and spun around so my feet were on the floor.

  I was in the process of apologizing while I pulled my earphones out when I discovered the person standing over me was Jiwon. “You look guilty.”

  It took me a moment to translate that in my head. While I was almost fluent in Japanese having studied it, done my degree in it, and had lived outside of Tokyo for a time, my Korean was nowhere near that level. It was getting better, but I struggled a little with Jiwon. He came from a city in the south of the country called Busan, which had a thick dialect to it – both in accent and words specific to that region.

  “You surprised me,” I responded, realizing he was staring expectantly at me.

  He sat down next to me and peered at the laptop screen. “Are you watching porn?”

  Or at least, that was what it sounded like. I was watching ‘Bad Boys 2’. I mean, rats got it on in the movie, but it wasn’t porn. I stared blankly at Jiwon, trying to work out if there was a word that sounded like porn, but meant something else.

  At my blank stare, Jiwon held a hand up, creating a circle with his finger and thumb, then using his other hand, poked a finger through it, back and forth.

  It was reassuring to know that was universal in sign language.

  “No,” I told him.

  “That’s disappointing,” he declared, rolling his eyes.

  I laughed. “Sorry.”

  “Well, if you’re not watching people fucking, do you want to fuck?”

  At least you could rely on Jiwon to get to the point.

  I arched an eyebrow. “In here?”

  “You’re worried about people walking in? They were more likely to do that in Gocheok Sky Dome.”

  I let out a long sigh. “I would rather wait until after we’ve all talked later.”

  Jiwon turned on the chair, moving one of his legs under him so he could face me. With his arm on the back of the couch, propping his head up, he rolled his eyes at me. “Are you going to break up with us again?”

  “Dude!” I exclaimed. “I broke up with you once, and in my defense, it was because I was trying to protect you, but you all convinced me otherwise. No, I’m not going to break up with you. I just feel I need to share something with you.” He continued to look at me with skepticism. “I’ll make a deal with you. If you’re OK with what I tell you, then you can pick the location.”

  His eyes lit up at that. “Anywhere?”

  I fixed him a look. “Anywhere where we’re not likely to get caught and end up in the news.”

  “That’s fair,” he agreed.

  The first of the washing machines buzzed at me, indicating it was finished. I stood, putting my laptop to one side. I opened one of the dryers, then moved back to the washer, pulling out my clothes. I was midway across the room when the second buzzed.

  Before I could tell him not to, Jiwon was already opening the door. Without any prompt, he had scooped out a handful and moved to the dryer next to me. “Can all of these go in there?”

  I did a mental check of what I had put in there to start with, then nodded. “The delicates are in the other one.” I was adding a drying sheet to the dryers when the third one buzzed. When I turned around, Jiwon was holding up a pair of hot pink lace panties. “And you’ll wear these.”

  “Excuse me?” I asked, thankful he hadn’t pulled out one of the rather hideous, old pairs that had been in there.

  “You will be wearing these,” he repeated. “With a matching bra?”

  I nodded. “It’s part of a set.”

  “Yeah. These…”

  He was holding them up in front of him, and I was fairly certain it was at the right height and angle to cover up my crotch, given the fact he already seemed to be fucking me with his eyes. I swallowed.

  “Have you got matching lipstick?” he asked.

  I slowly shook my head.

  “You need to find some.”

  After setting the second dryer running, I walked over to him, plucking my panties from his hands. “You’re a little bossy,” I told him.

  He shook his head. “I know what I want. And I want you in matching lipstick, and then I want those lips around my dick.” He folded his arms and continued saying something. At that point, his accent kicked in and I had no idea what he was telling me.

  Refusing to show how much he was affecting me, I pulled what was left out of the washer and into a wash basket that had been left in the room. If he hadn�
�t been there, I would have returned to my room to hang them up to air dry, but doing that would probably have him thinking he’d gotten to me.

  Instead, I calmly returned to the couch and picked the laptop up. “Do you want to watch the end of this movie with me? I can put subtitles on for you.”

  After briefly narrowing his eyes (I’d succeeded in irritating him by making it seem like I wasn’t horny as fuck), he joined me on the couch, lying down. He leaned against me, weaseling his way under my arm. For someone who just told me he wanted me to suck his dick, he was surprisingly snuggly.

  The movie wasn’t in Korean, nor did it have subs. I could tell Jiwon wasn’t following it from how hard he was frowning at the screen, so I hit pause and put the laptop away.

  Jiwon rolled over and looked up at me, frowning. “You don’t want to watch it?”

  I reached for his hair, running my fingers through it. Only a week ago it had been bright orange – like an orange highlighter. Now it was muted so he looked ginger. It suited him. “I only brought it down so that I would have something to entertain me while I did my laundry. Now I have something else to entertain me.”

  Jiwon smirked. “I can think of some things we can do to entertain ourselves.”

  “You can keep thinking,” I retorted. The look he gave me had me blushing. “OK, stop thinking them.” He rolled his eyes at me. “What would you normally be doing?” I asked him, hoping he wouldn’t respond with something like ‘jerking off’ when I was trying to change the subject into safer territory.

  “When?”

  “Now. Your free time on tour.”

  Jiwon’s beautiful brown eyes stared up at me. “This is our first world tour.”

  I nodded. “I know, but you’ve done dates around Asia. What do you do then?”

  “Mainly, we work. Interviews, photoshoots – promotion.” Jiwon sat up suddenly. “If I can’t do what I want to be doing, I’m happy for the chance to do very little.”

  “What would you rather be doing?” I asked. We didn’t have long before my laundry would be finished, and what I was hoping would be time for me to meet with the others, but maybe later we could do something he wanted to.