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Friday , 9:56 AM
BREAKING NEWS : A new suspect, allegedly related to South Korea’s most recent serial killing spree, was arrested by Seoul’s Metropolitan Police Authorities this morning. Witnesses report that the suspect was wandering around the streets conspicuously, with his hands and clothes covered in blood. At the time of the arrest, the police stated that the man was seemingly under the influence of alcohol and possibly other illegal substances. We’re here with…
The sound of the news broadcast faded away as Minho quickly turned the volume down. Those fools, he immediately thought. They got the wrong man . A faint smile briefly appeared for a split second.
Minho sighed as he stood in the center of his new apartment by himself, a stark and desolate space that reflected the emptiness within his own twisted soul. Boxes, half-filled and haphazardly stacked, littered the floor, their contents spilling out in disarray. Layers of dust covered almost every surface, giving the air a musty and neglected feel. Since the young man had just moved in, that place was devoid of any personal touches. There was only a single worn-out armchair and a rickety coffee table occupying the otherwise vacant living area. The armchair, its once vibrant fabric faded and threadbare, seemed to carry a heavy weight of forgotten memories. It stood as a relic of a life long gone, offering no comfort or solace to Minho.
The kitchen seemed empty and untouched, its countertops bare and free of any signs of life. A flickering fluorescent light above the sink cast some eerie shadows on the empty hanging open cabinets. It was a haunting sight, reminiscent of a place abandoned and almost left to decay from the previous owners. Yet now, it had to be his.
As Minho ventured further into his new abode, he found himself standing before the bedroom door. The room, like the rest of the apartment, was a barren wasteland. A single mattress was lying on the floor, stripped of any bedding, while a cracked full-body mirror on the wall reflected a distorted image of a man lost in his darkness. No wonder it was broken . The bathroom, equally neglected, was a stark contrast to the sterile environments Minho was previously accustomed to. Grimy tiles covered the walls, and a broken faucet dripped incessantly.
There, Minho stood still, his mind soon consumed by the darkness that lurked within him. It was something that happened every time he found himself isolated and it felt like a casual sneeze. Thoughts of the twisted satisfaction he derived from taking the lives of others filled his consciousness, like a haunting melody that played on an endless loop. He relished in the power he held over his victims, the control he exerted as their lives slipped away. The rush of adrenaline that surged through his veins, the twisted ecstasy that washed over him as their last breath escaped their lips. It was an intoxicating sensation, one that made him feel alive in the most macabre way.
Minho reveled in his dark thoughts for what seemed like forever when a few sudden knocks at his apartment door shattered the serenity that had enveloped his mind. His heart skipped a beat, the knocks echoing loudly in the silence of the barren space. Startled, Minho approached the door cautiously, his mind racing with possibilities. Whoever said that serial killers were scared of even their own breathing, was right.
He peered through the peephole, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of an unknown male figure standing outside. It was a tall man, possibly in his late twenties, with a rather unkempt appearance.
With a deep inhale, Minho opened the door, feigning innocence.
"Hello." The man immediately greeted, his voice laden with weariness. "I learned from the landlord that you've just moved in here. Thought I'd come by and say hi. I’m Hyunjin."
Minho's mind raced as he forced himself to engage in small talk. At that moment, he wondered if the man could even sense the malevolence within him. “I’m Minho.”
“Do you maybe need any help with anything?” Hyunjin questioned, his eyes wandering discreetly over Minho’s shoulder, to his apartment.
“No, thank you.”
“Ah well then...” The neighbor laughed awkwardly at Minho’s intimidating presence. “My apartment is this one, right across your door, so if you need anything you-”
A loud slam soon cut him off. Without hesitation, Minho closed the door in Hyunjin’s face.
His mind was whirling in darkness. Open the door , a voice in his head called. Kill him . Minho shook his head a bit and soon leaned forward to look through the peephole again.
“What a creep.” Hyunjin scoffed to himself, still staring at the door right in front of him, flustered. “Is he for real?”
He should be next.
Hyunjin...
Hyunjin…
Hyunjin…
Minho took a few bold steps as he kept repeating the man’s name, again and again. He sat on the old armchair and closed his eyes for a bit, trying to relax his mind.
“Should I...” His eyes shot open. “Kill him?”
For a brief moment, Minho couldn't help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction with his current life. He never wanted to lead a normal existence, yet there was a lingering curiosity within him to experience what he had always deemed mundane. Making friends, going out, and having normal adult relationships; there was so much stuff left undone that it troubled him greatly. Yet, every time he tried to embrace the idea of normalcy, his dark thoughts would drown him, reminding him of the twisted pleasure he derived from his actions. The existence of these dark thoughts convinced him that he didn't deserve to experience any of that. There was no point in even trying to embrace normalcy for him, at all.
Deep within his consciousness, Minho carried his own painful memories. He had grown up as an orphan, never knowing the warmth of love or the embrace of a family. He had been abandoned by society, left to fend for himself in a world that seemed cold and unforgiving. The lack of genuine affection had left him scarred, sometimes even craving the touch of someone who would care for him unconditionally. But so far, his experiences had taught him that love was an illusion; a lie that only led to heartache. That's why he constantly resorted to his dark deeds, as his voices incessantly whispered to him, assuring him that no one could ever love him for real.
No one can love you . No one will love you. No one cares. How can someone care about you? Why would anyone want to be with you? You’re a monster. Everyone hates you. No one should have to deal with you. They should go to hell. Kill them. Kill them all. Show them how it feels. Make them feel pain. Kill them. Kill, killl, killll…
Never stop.
Friday , 10:45 PM
As the hours passed, Minho's roaming thoughts eventually were interrupted by the sound of his neighbor exiting his apartment. Intrigued by the man's presence, Minho stood up determined to follow him. He looked through the peephole cautiously and once he made sure that no one was there anymore, he unlocked his door.
Minho's heart pounded with anticipation, as he approached the elevator. He just got inside. I should take the stairs . As the doors were about to close, suddenly, a hand stopped them. To his surprise, Hyunjin took a step forward and smiled at him. Did he hear me ? How did he know I was here ? Minho's mind raced, unsure of how to react.
"Come in, hurry." Hunjin called and Minho quickly walked inside, trying his best to play it cool. ”You're going down, right?” He then asked, striking up a conversation as the elevator descended. "How’s unpacking going?"
"Yeah, well, I made some progress. I think?” He lied.
“Moving into a new place is always hard at first.”
“Indeed.”
“What are you up to right now?” Hyunjin then asked curiously.
“I was going to take a stroll around the neighborhood. Get to know the place a bit. Get some fresh air." Minho, eager to feign innocence and charm, responded with lighthearted banter.
“Ohh… I see.”
"Oh um and also, I’m sorry for closing the door in your face previously. I was a bit overwhelmed by how ragged my place looked. It needs a lot of work." Minho was such a great trickster with his words.
"Don't worry about it. To be honest, I was a bit taken aback. No one has ever closed a door in my face like that before.".
"They usually keep them open for you, huh? Glad I was your first." Minho joked and they both laughed as they reached the ground floor. Do it . Kill him. Kill him.
"You know what? Since you’re new here, why don't you join me for a drink?" Hyunjin suddenly proposed “If you don’t have anything specific to do of course.” Say yes, go with him . Kill him.
“Sure.” Minho agreed, excitement building within him. Little did he know, fate had orchestrated a meeting that would ignite a spark within him like never before.
Friday , 11:09 PM
“This is it. Follow me.” Hyunjin announced as they stepped inside the packed night cafe. There are so many people here. Shit . “So, a close friend of mine works here as a waiter. Plus, the drinks here are cheap as fuck.”
As they both sat at a vacant table, Minho's eyes immediately scanned the crowded room for waiters. Who’s the man he’s talking about?
“Hyung! You’re here. Hi!” A voice called from behind and made Minho turn around.
“Jisung! You look surprisingly cheerful today. What’s up?”
The unexpected moment their gazes met for the first time, it was as if time stood still. Completely frozen. Jisung's aura enchanted Minho, drawing him in with an irresistible allure. For the first time in his entire existence, Minho felt a genuine attraction, a connection that went beyond his sadistic desires. Who the hell is this man?
“I… was able to close a deal with your landlord.” The young man’s lashes flickered without breaking eye contact with Minho. “I’m moving into your building this weekend.”
“I knew he was gonna help you out. Oh um, this is Minho. The guy that moved in the apartment across from mine today.”
“Hi, I’m Jisung.” Jisung reached out his hand with a smile for Minho to shake.
In that moment, the elder found himself inexplicably drawn to the younger’s presence. A strange sensation washed over him, one that he hadn't experienced before. It was a hint of empathy, a flicker of something almost human.
“Nice to meet you too.” He said as their hands finally met in a tentative shake.
As their skin touched, Minho couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in temperature. His own hands were icy cold, a chilling reminder of his own darkness. In contrast, Jisung's hands radiated warmth, a comforting embrace that seemed to thaw even the coldest corners of Minho's soul. It was as if their hands were meant to complete each other, yin and yang of contrasting energies. Minho felt a strange connection stir something deep within him that he couldn't quite comprehend just yet.
“What should I bring you guys?”
“You know me. Mulled wine it is.”
“What about you Minho?” Jisung questioned.
“Do you have any good cocktails here?”
“Yeah, I personally love the Serial Killer.”
Minho paused for a split second. “Tell me more.”
“It has Malibu Rum, Spiced Rum, Light Rum, Orange Juice, Pineapple Juice, and Grenadine. It’s really good. Do you want to try it?”
“Sounds good. One Serial Killer for me. Thanks.”
“I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“If you love it, then I might as well.”
Jisung blushed and swiftly scurried off.
As soon as Jisung disappeared, Minho turned his attention towards Hyunjin who was staring at him intently. "He's cute, isn't he?"
"Hm?"
Hyunjin gave him a small nod. "Jisung."
Minho stared blankly into Hyunjin's eyes as he processed his words. "I guess, he is. He seems extremely friendly and outgoing." That was all he said.
"Don't fall for it.”
“Fall for what?”
“Don’t fall for him ..."
Huh? Me? Falling for someone ? Minho laughed at the sound of it. "Are you two in a relationship or something?"
Hyunjin scoffed, looking away from the older boy. "We're not… together. But let's say I try my best to satisfy his needs every now and then.”
“Ah, I see. So you do feel threatened by me.” Minho played it cool sitting more comfortably in his seat. “Am I his type?”
“Jesus, no. I’m sure of it.” Hyunjin laughed mockingly. He’s starting to get on my nerves .
“How are you so sure?”
“Based on experience.” The blonde man replied. “The Jisung you just met, is not the Jisung I know . Believe me, you wouldn't be able to do even half of the things he asks and begs for."
"What do you mean?"
“Aren’t you way too interested in him? You just met.” This bastard. I’ll kill him .
“Hah, you keep talking with riddles. I can’t help but be curious.”
“He—”
“I’m back. Here are your drinks.“ Jisung’s voice interrupted them right when Hyunijn was about to speak up. “Also my boss said that I’m free for the rest of the night. So do you mind if I join you two?”
"Sure, Minho here was curious to know more about you.” Hyunjin answered, a grin stretching across his features. The fucker .
“Oh, is that true?” Jisung blushed slightly as he took a seat next to his friend.
"He was talking behind your back." Minho said and took a sip of his drink. Surprisingly, it tastes nice.
"W-What?" Jisung flinched and immediately punched the blonde man next to him. "What did you say to him you fucker?"
"Nothing, I swear." He protested.
"He said that I'm not your type. Is that true?"
Both men sitting across from him were caught off guard by his sudden question. Hyunjin, in particular, appeared to be in a state of utter shock, his eyes widening as he almost choked on his drink.
"I know he isn't." The blonde responded quickly, defensively trying to deflect the question. "You said before that you prefer blondes. He's not blonde."
"Ah, I see. Too bad, 'cause you are totally my type." Minho smiled, causing Jisung's face to flush a shade darker than its previous rose hue. Minho was able to witness that, yet he soon averted his gaze shyly.
"Hah, seriously." Hyunjin laughed, clinging to their glasses. "Drink up."
"What's wrong with you two?" Jisung groaned as he tried to conceal his embarrassment.
As the conversation unraveled, Minho found himself unable to tear his eyes away from Jisung. Every word that escaped his lips seemed to captivate him greatly, drawing him in further and further… It was as if the world around them was gradually fading away, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe.
His twisted thoughts, however, were still seeping into Minho’s mind, urging him to act upon his dark desires. Minho couldn't help but imagine the taste of fear on Jisung's lips, the sight of terror in his eyes. His mind was conjuring up disturbing scenarios, each one more grotesque than the last. But as these thoughts consumed him, Minho also found himself fighting against their pull. He didn't want to succumb to his darkest instincts, just yet.
Something about Jisung intrigued him greatly.
It felt way different from his usual victims.
A genuine struggle between his twisted desires and a flicker of humanity that still lingered around.
As the night progressed, Jisung seemed to notice Minho's intense gaze from time to time. At first, Minho assumed the younger was feeling uncomfortable. But in reality, Jisung couldn't deny the strange magnetic pull he felt towards Minho as well.
It was a mix of curiosity and a hint of danger that left him both intrigued and wary.
“Tonight was fun.” Hyunjin said once they all exited the night cafe. “Are you going back home, Jisung?”
“I was thinking about crashing at your place tonight.”
“Sure. Let’s all walk back to our building.”
Saturday, 2:43 AM
As all of them stepped into their building's elevator, Minho couldn't help but notice how the younger was playfully toying with the blonde's jacket, their bodies slightly touching. A flicker of irritation crossed Minho's face, his gaze fixated on Jisung's actions. Pathetic. Kill them. Kill them both.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow, Minho?" Hyunjin questioned without turning to look at him.
Sensing Minho's attention, Jisung turned briefly around to look at the elder. Minho noticed something different about Jisung. Once their eyes met, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, a faint smirk playing on his lips. It was as if Jisung was silently conveying a secret message, a challenge that only Minho could decipher.
"No, I don't"
At that moment, Minho felt a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. He could sense that Jisung was up to something, that this playful teasing was just the beginning of a much deeper game. The corners of Minho's lips curled into a sly smile, a reflection of the thoughts running through his mind.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the hallway outside, but the tension between Minho and Jisung remained palpable. Hyunjin, oblivious to the charged atmosphere, was completely unaware of the silent battle of wills happening right before his eyes. As everyone stepped out into the hallway, Jisung took a few steps closer to Minho, their eyes still locked in a fierce and captivating stare, their arms merely touching. The intensity between them was electric, a potent mixture of attraction and defiance.
Jisung's smirk widened, even more, a challenge silently conveyed.
Minho's heart raced, a conflicting blend of desire and frustration consuming him. He found himself drawn to Jisung's audacity, the teasing allure that the other man exuded. But Minho, being the predator, wouldn't let himself be easily swayed. That’s why he decided to play along, to indulge in the tantalizing game Jisung initiated.
As they continue silently down the hallway, the magnetic pull between them growing stronger, their unspoken desires threatening to ignite. The atmosphere around them became charged, thick with unspoken desire and a hunger for control. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a delicate balance that both men were determined to navigate. Minho reveled in the challenge, eager to match Jisung's level of audacity and seduction.
"So…” Hyunjin suddenly interrupted their silent exchange, bringing them back to reality. “Since Jisung is moving to the first floor tomorrow, why don't you join us? We could use another hand to move some furniture."
“Hyunjin is right. You seem to be stronger than both of us.”
"Sure… I’ll help."
"Then I'll see you tomorrow." Jisung called as they stood in front of their doorsteps and they both briefly glanced at Hyunjin. The stage was set, and the tension between Minho and Jisung would only escalate from there.
“Good night.”
“Sweet dreams.”
Minho soon entered his apartment, his mind still filled with the electric charge of the encounter with Jisung in the hallway. As he closed the door behind him, a sudden curiosity gripped him. He couldn't resist the urge to glance through the peephole, hoping to catch another glimpse of the younger.
To his surprise, Minho peered through the peephole and his eyes met Jisung's intense gaze. Jisung was standing just a few steps away, seemingly waiting for Hyunjin to unlock the door. But it was as if Jisung knew that Minho couldn't resist the temptation to steal another glance at him and that was the reason he was still staring at his door.
Hyunjin continued to fumble with his keys, oblivious to the charged atmosphere surrounding him. His focus was solely on gaining entry into his apartment, and he remained unaware of his surroundings.
Suddenly, Jisung's mischievous smile grew wider as if he couldn't resist the opportunity to play with Minho's emotions. With a calculated move, Jisung grabbed Hyunjin, pulling him closer and passionately kissing him. The intensity of their make-out session was deliberate, designed to make Minho feel irritated, bothered, and most importantly, flustered. Jisung wanted to push Minho's boundaries, to challenge his control over their perilous game. Even when their lips were locked and their bodies were pressed against each other, Jisung's eyes never left Minho’s door.
The younger seemed to be sure by now that Minho was witnessing everything in shock, and he reveled in the twisted power he held over him. Minho indeed couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jisung's audacious move had caught him off guard. Never before had Minho encountered someone as perverted as him, someone who knew just how to push his buttons.
A mix of emotions flooded Minho's mind – anger, jealousy, and a strange desire he couldn't quite understand. Unable to tear his gaze away, Minho watched as Jisung and Hyunjin continued their heated display in the hallway. His heart raced, conflicted between the dark fascination he felt towards Jisung and the rage building up inside him.
"Jisung, let's go inside." Hyunjin muffled in between their kisses.
"No. I want to do it here." What is he doing ? “I want you to fuck me here against the door.” He called and Minho’s breath hitched at the sound of it.
"Fuck, you want to do this in public again? What if someone hears us?"
"Just shut up and fuck me against the door."
Minho's thoughts were consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as their lips touched again. When Hyunjin began to pleasure Jisung, Minho's eyes immediately were drawn to the surprise hidden beneath Jisung's jeans. The black lace lingerie, a secret that had been concealed until now. Unable to tear his gaze away, Minho found himself fixated on the intimate scene unfolding before him.
The sounds of Jisung's unfiltered moans filled the air, each one sending shivers down Minho's spine. Minho's own hands involuntarily clenched into fists as he fought against the urge to touch himself. The power Jisung held over him, the ability to push his boundaries, to make him hard only by the sound of his moans was both infuriating and thrilling.
“Ah- Fuck- Y-Yeah…Mmhmm…”
Minho cursed under his breath. I can’t believe that I’m getting hard because of him . This is.. . Even though he refused to admit it, he longed to explore the filthy desires that coursed through him. He wanted to surrender to the same intoxicating pleasure that Jisung and Hyunjin were experiencing.
However, at that time, Minho was just a silent observer, trapped in a tumultuous mix of fascination and envy. His mind raced with thoughts of what it would be like to touch Jisung, to hear those moans of pleasure directed towards him. The darkness within him yearned for release, for a taste of the forbidden ecstasy that Jisung seemed to effortlessly embody.
As Minho continued to watch the captivating scene unfolding before him, his self-control wavered, and his perverted desires overtook him. Unable to resist any longer, he found his hand drifting downwards, slowly tracing the outline of his hardened length through his pants. His fingers moved teasingly over and eventually under the fabric, mirroring the sensations that Jisung was undoubtedly experiencing.
Lowering his pants a bit, his touch grew bolder. Minho's breath hitched, his own moans mingling with Jisung's in the air. He yearned for the courage to fully indulge in the pleasure he craved, to release himself from the confines of restraint. Each stroke sent jolts of electricity, intensifying his longing for Jisung's touch.
In the dimly lit apartment, Minho's eyes remained locked on Jisung's half naked body, drinking in every detail. With each movement, Jisung seemed to beckon him closer, tempting him to cross the line between voyeurism and participation. The intoxicating mixture of jealousy, fascination, and desire fueled Minho's actions, driving him closer to the edge of satisfaction.
“H-Hyunjin..” Jisung moaned and Minho's grip tightened around his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” The blonde cursed as he thrusted fully into the younger.
In this secret moment, Minho allowed himself to fully embrace the lust he felt for Jisung, letting it fuel his actions and heighten his arousal. With each stroke, he inched closer to the edge, his body trembling with the anticipation of release. And as Jisung's moans reached a crescendo, so did Minho's pleasure, both of them spiraling towards a climax that would forever bind them. They reached their climax together, a surge of pleasure washing over Minho's body. The intense ecstasy that coursed through him became the catalyst for his release. His body convulsed against the door in pure satisfaction. In the midst of his euphoria, a low groan escaped his lips, mirroring Jisung's own vocal expression of pleasure.
Multiple strings of pearly white cum erupted from his throbbing member, shooting out with a force that matched the intensity of his climax. A mix of hot and sticky fluid splattered onto the surface of his apartment door, coating it with a glossy layer of desire. The door, once a mere barrier between his private world and the outside, now bore the intimate evidence of his perverted act.
Minho watched and blinked with a mix of satisfaction and bewilderment as his cum slowly meandered down the wooden door, the magnitude of the situation causing it to cling to the surface for a brief moment before succumbing to gravity's pull. It was as if time itself paused, allowing him to take in the significance of this moment..
What… the hell…
Fuck, I’m gonna kill them.
Saturday, 9:35 AM
A few insistent knocks on the door echoed through Minho's apartment, causing him to stir from his slumber. Groaning softly, he reluctantly pulled himself off the sheets, the cool air of the room kissing the bare skin of his upper body. He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was still early in the morning.
With a curious frown on his face, Minho made his way toward the door, his mind still clouded with remnants of sleep. He reached for the doorknob, turned it, and swung the door open, only to be met with an unexpected sight.
There stood Jisung, leaning casually against the doorframe, that mischievous glint in his eyes was still there. Minho's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he took in Jisung's presence. What is he doing here? Minho's eyes traveled down Jisung's body, dressed in casual all-black attire, accentuating his lean physique. He noticed some faint marks on Jisung's wrists, possibly filthy reminders of the intensity of last night.
"Good morning," Jisung greeted and his eyes soon landed on Minho's half-naked body. Raising an eyebrow, Minho leaned against the doorframe, mirroring Jisung's nonchalant posture. He crossed his arms over his chest, his toned muscles flexing ever so slightly. "Did I wake you up?"
"You did." Minho commented, with his morning voice.
Jisung bit his lower lip, a playful glimmer dancing in his eyes. "Last night..." He then began, his voice dripping with seduction. In a fleeting instant, memories flooded Minho's mind. Filthy images from the previous night, both vivid and hazy, played like a movie reel in his head. Fuck, is he talking about... "You promised you were going to help me move my stuff." He finished.
Ah... Seriously… What am I thinking about…
"Ah yeah..." Minho covered his face with his hands for a few seconds. "I totally forgot about it. I just woke up, can I join you later?"
"I can wait for you to get ready." Jisung insisted. "Can I come inside?" Jisung asked, taking a step forward.
"I didn't say you can come in." His body immediately stopped him.
"Want me to leave so bad?" Jisung lifted his head to look at the elder. As Jisung's words hung in the air, an intense silence settled between them. They locked eyes, the tension between them skyrocketing.
Tell him to get inside. Lock the door. Kill him. His face would look so good in pain.
"You should go." Minho took a step back and shook his head a bit trying to ignore the voices in his head.
"And what if I don't?"
Minho's gaze bore into Jisung's, his piercing eyes revealing the raw power within him. His jaw tightened, his facial expression a complex blend of emotions—conflict, attraction, and a touch of vulnerability that he couldn't fully hide. As the seconds stretched into an eternity, it became apparent that this moment held deeper significance for both of them.
Kill him, mark him, make him cry . Make him yours and throw him away.
"Hah, Jisung... Don't make me repeat myself. Just go."
Jisung, refusing to yield, sparkled with defiance, a subtle challenge glimmering within his eyes. "Will you get mad if I just..." With a swift and unexpected move, Jisung skillfully slipped under Minho's arm and darted into his apartment, leaving Minho momentarily stunned. A mix of surprise and amusement crossed Minho's face as he watched Jisung's nimble escape. What the …
Close the door. Lock it. He’s like a rabbit that fell into your trap.
"Hey," Minho muttered under his breath, a flicker of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shook his head, impressed by Jisung's quick maneuver, and just closed the door behind them. That’s it . "Do you always barge into stranger's apartments like that?"
"No, you’re an exception.” Jisung couldn't help but giggle, feeling a surge of adrenaline from successfully outsmarting him. Minho raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Jisung's answer.
I wonder… If you knew what I have done and what I’m able to do, would I still be an exception to you?
"And why is that?"
"Because you're my type." Jisung turned to look at him and whispered playfully . He's lying. Don't fall for it. No one likes you.
"I wonder how Hyunjin would react to the sound of that." Minho smirked as he eyed Jisung's tempting figure. This time it wasn't to trick. This time it really meant business. "Do you think he'd agree to fuck you in public again like he did last night?" Minho moved closer and looked straight into Jisung’s eyes. "I don't know what game you are trying to play with me since yesterday, but just so you know, Jisung... I’m not like Hyunjin."
For a split second, Jisung was stunned, shocked and speechless. His cheeks reddened as his heart raced. "Then I was right. You were watching."
"Yes. I was watching." Minho confirmed. He took a step forward and lowered his voice. "Wasn't that the point? For me to watch you get pounded against the door like a fucking slut? To make me flustered, hard, and desperate?"
Jisung felt his blood rush, his body heating up as Minho kept taking steps closer to him. Minho's presence was so intimidating that the younger unconsciously stepped backwards. At that very moment, he looked so exposed and vulnerable, just like prey under the eyes of the predator. It even seemed as if it was the first time someone was able to dominate him only by just a few sentences.
"Did you touch yourself?" Jisung asked, swallowing nervously.
"I did." Minho answered bluntly and his gaze fell to Jisung's crotch where a bulge had unexpectedly developed. Oh . "Aren't you grossed out?"
"N-No, I love it." Jisung stuttered as the elder got even closer to him. “I actually hoped you’d touch yours-”
Suddenly, Minho's hand shot out, wrapping tightly around Jisung's throat, cutting his words short. His fingers dug into the delicate flesh, gripping Jisung's pulse point harshly, eliciting a gasp from the boy. Jisung's eyes widened in both shock and excitement as he struggled to catch his breath, feeling the raw intensity of Minho's dominance. With a forceful push, Minho propelled Jisung further back until his body tripped and fell onto the single worn-out armchair, the impact jolting through his entire being.
Jisung closed his eyes, the pain mingling with a heady rush of adrenaline that pulsed through him. As Minho increased the pressure of his grip, making it difficult for Jisung to breathe, a sinister smirk played on his lips. "What are you trying to do, huh? You're not even embarrassed."
"Why...would I be?" Jisung struggled to speak. "It felt so fucking good. The idea of you watching me take it, through that tiny fucking peephole."
The words made Minho release his hold on Jisung's neck, letting the young man slide down the armrest, catching his breath. "You're sick."
"And you're hard, just like me." Jisung chuckled breathlessly, sitting up slowly.
Minho's intense gaze never wavered as he watched Jisung catch his breath, the younger man's words lingering in the air. The realization of his own arousal became undeniable, causing a momentary freeze within him. I’m gonna kill him.
Feeling the electricity in the air, Jisung, emboldened by the intensity of the moment, reached out his hand to touch the elder. However, before his fingers could make contact, Minho swiftly caught Jisung's wrist in his firm grip, halting his advance. The sudden interruption only served to amplify the tension between them.
"I... I like this," Jisung admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability. "This power you seem to have over me right now, the way you hold my wrist so fucking tight, the way you dominate me... it drives me crazy."
Minho's grip on Jisung's hand tightened even more, a conflicted expression crossing his features. He felt torn between the darkness that stirred within him and the need to protect Jisung from it. Kill him. Now. This is your chance.
The room filled with a charged silence as the two men continued to gaze into each other's eyes, their desires laid bare and their hearts on the precipice of something unknown. As if by some magnetic power, their bodies slowly gravitated towards each other, their breaths mingling in the air, creating a delicate symphony of longing and anticipation. Every inch of space between them seemed to vanish, leaving only the intoxicating closeness that held them captive in its embrace.
"I’ll hurt you."
“Do it.”
Just as their lips were about to meet, a sudden series of knocks echoed through the room, shattering the fragile bubble that their interaction had created. The interruption snapped them back to reality, causing them to jerk away from each other as if burnt.
“Who is it?” Minho cursed under his breath as he made his way to the door.
“It’s Hyunjin, open up. Have you seen Ji-" Hyunjin’s sentence was cut short as he stepped into the apartment. The sight of Minho standing coldly at the door, half naked stopping him mid sentence. "...sung."
"Yeah, he's here." Minho replied coolly, looking indifferent.
Hyunjin's eyes darted between Minho and Jisung who stood awkwardly a few meters away from Minho unsure of what to say or do. He then cleared his throat. "What happened here?"
"Nothing," Jisung answered and quickly rushed towards the exit. "Let's just go. Minho said he’ll join us later. He just woke up."
"Oh okay." Hyunjin muttered as he turned around heading to the elevator.
Just when Jisung was about to leave the apartment Minho stopped him by his arm. "You better not do anything stupid like that ever again. Don’t test my patience. You’ll regret it."
Saturday, 9:34 PM
You know what?
After killing someone, I feel much better.
The voices stop and I almost feel normal.
"Jisung, Minho is here!" The blonde man called as soon as he opened the door for him. "You're late. We're almost done with everything."
"I had some things to take care of," Minho replied. "You're leaving?"
"I have to go buy some cigarettes. I'll be back in a few."
"Alright."
Minho stepped inside Jisung's apartment, closing the door behind him. As he glanced around, a subtle uneasiness settled within him. Being alone with Jisung in the apartment after their encounter earlier that morning made him feel slightly on edge. He couldn't help but recall the moment when their faces were inches apart and he could practically feel the younger’s breath on his lips. Despite his stoic demeanor, there was a flicker of uncertainty lurking around the elder.
"I thought you weren't coming." Jisung hesitantly appeared from the kitchen. "Glad you made it."
"I had to," the elder replied, in an emotionless tone. "I made a promise."
Jisung noticed almost instantly how cold Minho acted towards him.
"Can you help me in the kitchen a bit?"
"What is it?"
"I want to change the lightbulb. I want you to hold the ladder for a minute."
Minho shortly followed Jisung into the kitchen and found himself growing more aware of the younger man's presence. The atmosphere was incredibly charged with uncertainty. Jisung retrieved a ladder from the corner of the room and positioned it beneath the ceiling, where the faulty lightbulb awaited replacement. With a slight tremor in his hands, Jisung cautiously ascended the ladder, his movements deliberate yet graceful.
“Can you turn off the light?”
“One second. Stay still.”
After turning off the lights, Minho quickly positioned himself behind Jisung, his strong arms reaching out to grip the ladder's sides. As the younger carefully removed and replaced the old lightbulb with a new one, Minho couldn't help but admire the younger man's physique. His gaze unconsciously drifted to Jisung's slender waist, appreciating the way it tapered into a gentle curve. Minho found himself entranced by the sight.
Lost in his thoughts, right when Minho's attention wavered for a split second, Jisung's foot slipped on the ladder. Reacting quickly, Minho's reflexes kicked in, and he instinctively reached out, catching Jisung in his arms. Their bodies pressed close together, their faces mere inches apart in the dark room.
Time seemed to stand still, their eyes locked and the air felt heavy with unspoken tension. Almost like deja vu, Minho could feel Jisung's warm breath against his skin, their heartbeats echoing in sync. The world around them faded into insignificance as they found themselves suspended in such an unexpected intimate moment.
"Are you okay?" In an instant Minho released his hold on Jisung, creating a safe gap between them.
"Yes." The word came out barely audible, sounding almost foreign to the older man.
Then, a sense of awkwardness passed over them. They were both blushing furiously, neither daring to look directly at the other. They stood silently for several moments, staring at nothing in particular. Neither knew what to say.
"Minho?" Jisung then broke the silence. "Can you choke me one more time?"
“W-What?”
"Back in your apartment." Jisung paused, biting his lip as he looked down at the floor. "When you choked me, you seemed to like it as well. Can you do it one more time for me?"
" Choke you again? Why would you want me to do that again?"
"I just… I’m into that."
"You’re so fucked up.”
“I asked Hyunjin to choke me today because I kept thinking about it,” Jisung said and Minho unconsciously tightened his fists. “But he couldn’t do it properly like you.”
“That’s how it goes?” The elder scoffed, irritated by the idea of it. “If I don’t do it, you’ll just go back to Hyunjin like a slut?” Minho took a step forward, placing his hands on either side of Jisung, trapping him against the counter. Jisung gasped slightly at the sudden proximity between them. He could see the fire burning in Minho’s eyes. "And what if I don't want to just choke you? What if I want to do worse things than that?”
Jisung stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as Minho's words hung in the air. He couldn't find his voice, completely taken aback by the elder's sudden act.
Minho slowly lifted his hand, his touch caressed Jisung's cheek, sending a shiver down the younger's spine. Gulping, Jisung was surprised by the tenderness in Minho's action. His mind raced with a mix of excitement and fear, unsure of what was to come next. Despite his uncertainty, he couldn't bring himself to move, feeling an inexplicable magnetism drawing him closer to Minho.
You've crossed the line twice Jisung-ah... I can barely hold myself back .
Their intense gaze locked, time seemed to stand still for a few seconds. And then, with a deliberate slowness, Minho leaned in, his lips grazing against Jisung's neck. A soft, involuntary gasp escaped Jisung's lips as he felt the warmth of Minho's breath against his skin. Minho's tongue slid along Jisung's neck, teasing and exploring, sending waves of pleasure through the younger's body. Jisung couldn't help but shiver, his anticipation growing with each seductive touch.
Suddenly, Minho's teeth sank into Jisung's neck, a mixture of pain and pleasure flooding through him. Jisung moaned, the sensation both intense and electrifying. It was a moment of surrender, a raw and primal connection between them that neither had anticipated. Their bodies were pressed close as they both reveled in the exhilarating dance of pleasure and pain.
"M-Minho... Do that again." Jisung whimpered as Minho trailed kisses along his jawline. Both of them hadn't even kissed each other properly, yet Jisung felt as though his soul was being possessed by Minho, unable to think clearly as his hormones soared. Minho obliged without hesitation and proceeded to suck and bite the same exact spot over and over again. The younger man arched into his touch, his body taut with pleasure.
"You're so fucking filthy." Minho gently pulled away and watched how red and bruised the skin was. "It makes me wanna hurt you even more."
Jisung's breathing was erratic.
With an unexpected move the elder turned Jisung's body around, making him face the cupboards by force. The younger then watched how Minho urged his hand forward and grabbed a knife from the counter. The blade gleamed dangerously underneath the dim lighting of the kitchen.
"W-What are you doing?"
"Giving you what you asked for." Minho whispered and Jisung's heart raced as he felt the cool, sharp edge of the knife trace delicate circles along his neck.
The metallic glint of the blade was both hypnotizing and terrifying to look at for Jisung. The dim lighting in the kitchen cast an eerie glow on Minho, who soon held the knife with calculated precision against the younger’s skin. Jisung's eyes widened with a combination of horror and desire, his breath catching in his throat. The pressure of the blade against his skin sent shivers down his spine.
With a gentle force, Minho superficially slid the blade along Jisung's skin, causing a few droplets of blood to appear. Jisung's body shivered in response, a mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain intertwining within him. Unable to contain himself, Jisung moaned softly, the sound escaping from deep within his throat. The sensation of the knife's touch, combined with the unexpected pain, sent waves of pleasure. It was a twisted sensation, an intoxicating mix of danger and desire.
Minho wasted no time in seizing the opportunity. With an urgency born from their shared passion, he immediately brought his lips to the spot where the knife had grazed the younger's skin. His mouth hungrily explored the sensitive area, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood. Jisung's body instinctively pressed back against Minho, their bodies fitting together perfectly. The younger man's moans filled the kitchen, echoing off the walls as pleasure consumed him. Minho's lips and tongue worked their magic, erasing any trace of pain and replacing it with overwhelming pleasure.
At that moment, the boundary between pleasure and pain blurred, their desires merging into a dance of passion. Their connection grew stronger with every touch, every kiss, as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment. With a hunger fueled by their shared connection, Minho couldn't resist exploring further. His hands slid beneath Jisung's hoodie, feeling the warmth of Jisung's skin against his fingertips.
Slowly, Minho peeled the hoodie off, revealing Jisung's bare back. A shiver of anticipation ran through Jisung's body as he felt the cool air brush against his exposed skin. Even though Jisung barely knew Minho, he somehow trusted him completely, knowing that their desires were perfectly aligned. As Minho's hands roamed over his back, his touch was both gentle and teasing, igniting a fiery ache within Jisung.
Driven by an intoxicating mix of longing and devotion, Minho repeated the act again and again. The sharp edge of the knife grazed Jisung's skin, drawing thin lines of red. But before any pain could register, Minho's lips were already there, hungrily kissing and sucking away any discomfort. With each gentle cut and every eager kiss, the boundary between pleasure and pain blurred even more. Jisung’s moans filled the kitchen, a symphony of ecstasy that mingled with the sounds of their passionate connection.
In this dance of passion, the sensation of the knife's touch became an integral part of their shared experience. It symbolized the trust they had for each other, the willingness to explore the boundaries of pleasure. With every repetition, Minho and Jisung lost themselves even further.
The heat between them grew, and Jisung couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He slowly started to rub his bottom against Minho's erect crotch. Their moans intensified, echoing through the kitchen loud and clear now, as the sensations became too overwhelming to bear.
Feeling the knife slip from his hand and clatter onto the floor, Minho's focus shifted entirely to Jisung. With a hungry desire in his eyes, he turned the younger man around, his hands firmly gripping his slutty waist. Their bodies pressed against each other, the friction between them electrifying their senses.
Right then, for the first time, their lips met in a passionate and desperate kiss, their tongues danced and explored each other's mouths with an insatiable hunger. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment. At that very instant, the knife and its lingering presence were forgotten.
The symphony of pleasure and desire continued to crescendo, their moans merging with the sound of their fervent kisses. The kitchen became their sanctuary of pleasure, a space where boundaries were pushed, and inhibitions were set free.
"Fuck.." Jisung groaned quietly as he felt Minho's hand glide up his stomach, tracing patterns across his exposed torso.
"I can't fucking stop," Minho said, panting heavily as he kissed along Jisung's collarbone.
"Then don't." Jisung bit his lip hard as Minho trailed his own towards the younger's ear.
"What about Hyunjin, hm?" he teased.
Jisung swallowed thickly, his head spinning. "I couldn't care less," he spat and instantly pushed Minho against the counter. "I want to suck you."
Minho leaned back onto the counter as Jisung lowered himself down, right in front of Minho's hard crotch. The younger impatiently unzipped Minho's jeans, exposing his big bulging erection. Minho watched him from above. His eyes were half lidded with lust as he let out a shaky breath. He reached out to caress Jisung's cheek, trailing his fingers until they reached his glossy lips. Jisung moaned at Minho's touch. A shiver ran down his spine when Minho's thumb gently traced over his lower lip. He parted them, exposing the sensitive tip of his tongue.
"Suck my fingers," Minho commanded huskily. "Slowly."
Jisung looked up at Minho through his eyelashes, his gaze filled with pure lust. The younger didn't hesitate and he soon took his index and middle finger into his mouth. He sucked on them seductively, letting Minho feel every bit of his tongue.
Jisung suddenly felt Minho's fingers being pushed further down his throat. For a moment it made it almost impossible for the younger to breathe and he gagged as soon as he pulled them out.
"You want this?" Minho called, reaching out to grab Jisung by the nape. Jisung whimpered, leaning forward to Minho's hard cock. “Beg for it.”
"P-Please Minho." He pleaded, his voice sounding hoarse and breathy as he tried to catch his breath. "I want to suck you. I... I want you to fuck my mouth and choke me with your big cock till I can't fucking breathe. I want you to fucking to ruin me."
God, he's so fucking perfect.
Minho gave his cock one last stroke before letting the tip touch Jisung's lips. "From now on, if you dare to suck somebody else’s cock, I’ll kill you. You hear me?" he ordered in his commanding tone. “It’s either mine or none.”
Jisung's entire body shook at the demand and he nodded frantically. His lips parted, eagerly enveloping Minho's throbbing cock. He had longed for this moment, craving the taste and sensation of Minho's hard member in his mouth. With each seductive bob of his head, Jisung's skilled mouth worked its magic, eliciting gasps and moans of pleasure from Minho's lips.
Minho's grip tightened on Jisung's hair, guiding his movements with an intoxicating mix of control and need. The pleasure built within him, as Jisung's tongue expertly traced every inch of his length. The room was soon filled with their lewd sounds, their desires intertwining in a symphony of pleasure.
Feeling the weight of his own desire pressing against the confines of his pants, Jisung's moans vibrated against Minho's sensitive flesh. The intensity grew with each passing second, urging Minho to push his boundaries further. With a primal hunger burning in his eyes, he took hold of Jisung's head, setting a rhythm that matched the pounding in his chest. The world around them faded into a blur of sensations as Minho lost himself in the depths of Jisung's mouth. The wet heat enveloped him, causing his body to tremble with ecstasy. Jisung's mouth was pure bliss, a haven of pleasure that Minho couldn't resist indulging in.
As their connection intensified, Jisung surrendered himself completely, giving himself up to Minho's dominance. With each forceful thrust into Jisung's mouth, Minho relished the way Jisung's eyes glazed with tears. As Jisung began to shudder violently against him, Minho found himself wanting more. With each slow thrust, Minho moved closer to his goal, until all he could see was Jisung's face, illuminated by the dim light coming from the living room of his apartment.
Minho felt himself losing control as Jisung's fingers dug deep into his thighs. "Want me to fill your slutty mouth, hm?" he said, taking his cock abruptly out of his mouth.
Jisung didn't have time to comprehend what was happening and soon felt a stinging sensation on his left cheek. His eyelashes flickered, feeling a bit disoriented, but soon realized that Minho had slapped him. "A-Again.." he begged, tears brimming in his eyes.
Minho glared lustfully, the look making Jisung shiver. He took another sharp swing to his face.
"You seem like you're going to cum only by that," Minho commented, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and dominance. He stood before Jisung, his hand wrapped firmly around Jisung’s throbbing cock. Sensing the need for further dominance, Minho decided to take it to the next level.
With a devilish smirk and his gaze fixated on Jisung's vulnerable crotch, slowly, yet deliberately, he placed his foot on it. He exerted just enough pressure to make Jisung gasp and tremble beneath him. Jisung's eyes widened, a mixture of pain and pleasure instantly washed over him.
The sensation was clearly overwhelming, the weight of Minho's foot pressing against his most sensitive area. Jisung's body reacted instinctively, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward, seeking more contact, more stimulation. The friction against his clothed erection became unbearable, and he felt his climax building rapidly.
As Jisung's body convulsed with pleasure, his moans filled the room. He could feel the warmth spreading through his core, radiating from his crotch. The overwhelming sensation consumed him entirely, his release unstoppable. Jisung climaxed untouched in his pants, his body trembling and twitching like crazy.
Minho, observing the raw power he held over Jisung and smirked with satisfaction. "Who allowed you to cum, hm?" he whispered, running his thumb over Jisung's swollen lips. Jisung closed his eyes as the intense pleasure slowly subsided. "I-I'm...sorry...I-I didn't mean..." He trailed off as he felt the familiar sting on his right cheek. "F-Fuck, feels so good."
"Suck me," Minho breathed, pulling Jisung up towards him. Jisung obeyed quickly, sucking hard on Minho's shaft. "Shit, don't you dare let a single drop go to waste," Minho growled as he slammed his hips forward, harder.
"Fill my mouth, hyung," Jisung's words were barely audible. "I want to taste you so bad."
Minho gritted his teeth, unable to keep the smile off his face. The sight of Jisung, eagerly sucking him off and pleading for his release, was driving him wild. He could feel his climax building rapidly, a surge of pleasure that demanded to be unleashed.
The intensity of their connection, the raw desire that coursed through their veins, had reached its peak. With a deep groan that reverberated through the dark room, Minho succumbed to his climax. His body tensed, every muscle coiling as waves of pleasure washed over him. Minho's mind was consumed with the intoxicating sensation of release as he spilled his hot seed into Jisung's waiting mouth.
Jisung, ever obedient, eagerly accepted Minho's offering. He swallowed every single drop, his tongue savoring the taste of Minho, the essence of their passion. The mixture of pleasure and gratitude radiated from Jisung's eyes as he held Minho's gaze, his lips glistening with remnants of their intimate connection.
As Minho's breathing steadied and his heart rate began to slow, a sense of contentment washed over him. He marveled at the trust and vulnerability that Jisung had bestowed upon him, their unspoken agreement of dominance and submission. Their gazes locked, their eyes speaking volumes of unspoken affection. Jisung's lips curved into a shy smile, his cheeks flushed with a mix of satisfaction and adoration. The room was filled with a gentle silence, broken only by the sound of their breaths intertwining.
And as they held each other, their bodies still buzzing with the intensity of their encounter, they knew that their journey together was far from over. Minho leaned forward, capturing Jisung's lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled together, mingling the flavors of their combined pleasure.
They broke the kiss, their lips swollen and their breaths heavy. Minho looked deep into Jisung's eyes. "You're mine," he whispered.
Jisung blushed, his heart fluttering at Minho's words. "Yours," he repeated breathlessly.
If I can’t kill you, then I’ll kill everyone else around us.
Saturday, 11:49 PM
”I’ll get going.” Minho called before exiting Jisung’s apartment.
“Yeah, thank you for your help.” The younger replied as he followed him to the door seemingly overwhelmed by their steamy session. “I… appreciate everything you did for me.” He added with a lustful look, his words hiding a meaning that only Minho could decipher.
Without hesitating, Minho turned around, leaning his backside against the doorframe, and pulled Jisung flush against his body. He slid his hands down to Jisung’s waist, gripping tightly as he gazed at him deeply. "Stop looking at me like that." He breathed, with a low whisper. "Cause I'll make sure you won't be able to sleep tonight."
Minho leaned forward connecting their lips for a few seconds.
Jisung pulled away and laughed. "Just go. Let's meet tomorrow for dinner."
"Fine."
Jisung nodded in agreement and quickly closed the door behind Minho.
As the door clicked shut, Minho unconsciously leaned his forehead against the cool surface of the door, allowing his body to relax. He inhaled deeply, his breath heavy and his heart racing in the silence that enveloped him.
After everything that happened between them, Minho felt so alive as if a drug had just been injected into his bloodstream. He couldn't deny the rush of emotions that had consumed him. It was new territory for him, something he had never experienced before.
Confusion soon swirled within Minho's mind as he tried to make sense of his actions. He was a serial killer, a predator who reveled in the act of taking lives. As long as he could remember, emotions were foreign to him, something he had discarded from birth. So, how was it possible for him to hold the latter in his embrace without the intention of harming him to death? How was he able to hold a knife against his skin and not rip his entire body apart?
Jisung had managed to awaken something deep within him, something he couldn't quite comprehend. His heart thudded against his chest, a mixture of excitement and fear. Minho soon wondered if this was meant to be, or if it was just a twisted manifestation of his deranged mind. The encounter with Jisung had left an indelible mark, one that refused to be ignored.
No one had ever thanked him for the pain that he inflicted.
No one had ever gotten hard because of it .
No one had ever knelt in front of him to willingly please him , after witnessing his violent actions.
No one.
No one had ever been just as twisted as him before.
No one was like Jisung .
With a heavy sigh, Minho pushed himself away from the door, his mind determined yet clouded. He knew he had to gather himself, to refocus on his purpose, but that seemed so impossible at that moment. He ran his hands over his face, trying to desperately wipe away any remaining traces of his arousal.
Minho walked towards the elevator, his mind still swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions, hoping that the solitude of the elevator’s ascent would help him clear his head a bit. However as destiny would have it, after pressing the elevator button, the doors slid open, revealing a familiar face on the other side.
"Minho?" Hyunjin's voice rang out. The elder looked up, his eyes landing on Hyunjin's curious gaze. Minho sighed and took a step inside. "Why did you leave Jisung's place?" Hyunjin asked as the elevator doors began to close again. "I was about to-"
"Jisung wants to rest." Minho lied, stopping the blonde by his arm. Hyunjin took a step back surprised and watched the elder press their floor. "So let's not bother him for the rest of the night."
"Rest? At this hour?" Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows, clearly not buying any of the elder’s words. "It's not even past midnight yet. Jisung usually-"
"Just let him fucking rest," Minho cursed, not able to contain himself. His voice was so intense that it immediately reverberated through the confined space of the elevator. His grip on Hyunjin's arm tightened, his fingers digging into his hoodie with an intensity that sent shivers down the blonde's spine.
Hyunjin's eyes flickered downward, fixating on the point of contact. In that split second, it was as if a realization hit Hyunjin like a lightning bolt, electrifying his senses. He recoiled, instinctively pushing Minho's hand away from him as if trying to shield himself from the darkness that had enveloped the elder.
"You like him don’t you?” Hyunjin laughed at Minho, almost as if he already knew the answer. "Don't tell me... Did you catch feelings for him? Did he suck you already?" He continued in a mocking tone. "Is that why you left just now? Was it too much for you?"
“Shut up." Minho snapped, grabbing the other boy by his collar, and pushing him further against the elevator wall. "Whatever I do with him has nothing to do with you. You're so fucking annoying, mind your fucking business."
"Oh, Minho... But that's exactly what I'm doing. Minding my fucking business." Hyunjin retaliated. "Do you really think you're special just because he sucked you once? Don't fucking fool yourself, he only wanted a dick in his mouth for a few minutes, it wasn’t about you-"
The lights above them flashed briefly and the elevator came to a screeching halt. At that very instant, as the doors slid open, Minho pushed Hyunjin off, sending him stumbling backwards in the corridor. "If you say another fucking word about him, I won't hold myself back." Minho threatened, glaring at the other man intensely.
Hyunjin stood rooted to the spot, not moving an inch. "Hah, you're sick. I knew you were a fucking creep from the moment I saw you. Does Jisung know that you’re that obsessed with him?"
Minho gritted his teeth, his fists clenched.
"But even if I tell him… Jisung will always come back to me. He always does. He always wants to fuck me." Hyunjin stated confidently, his words dripping with venom. "But don’t worry… When we fuck again, I promise I'll fuck him as hard as I can for you to hear him loud and clear. Maybe then you’ll understand how little you mean to him."
As the tension reached its breaking point, Minho couldn't hold himself back any longer. Without a moment's hesitation, he launched himself at Hyunjin, throwing the first punch. The impact connected with Hyunjin's cheek, causing him to stumble backward, but the blonde quickly regained his balance. It almost seemed that he was prepared and was expecting it.
The scene from there escalated rapidly, both men fighting with equal ferocity. Minho's agility and speed allowed him to dodge most of Hyunjin's retaliatory strikes, his movements fluid and calculated. Hyunjin, fueled by his anger for Minho, fought back relentlessly, his punches and kicks landing with precision.
“Fucking bastard.” Hyunjin panted.
During all the chaos, as Minho found an opening, he delivered a powerful punch to Hyunjin's abdomen, causing him to double over in pain and collapse onto the floor. Seizing the opportunity, the elder swiftly straddled him, his knees pressing against Hyunjin's sides, effectively trapping him. With a primal rage burning in his eyes, Minho reached out, his hands gripping the blonde by his throat. Hyunjin struggled desperately for air, clawing at Minho's hands, his face turning red as he fought for every breath.
Just as Minho believed he was about to end it all, a sudden searing pain shot through his arm. The blonde had managed to grab his apartment keys and stab Minho's arm with the sharp edge. Minho immediately released his grip, his body convulsing in agony as he fell back, clutching his wounded arm. This bastard. Shit.
“P-Piece of s-shit.” Gasping for air, Hyunjin coughed and wheezed, his chest heaving as he desperately tried to catch his breath.
However, Minho's relentless onslaught didn't cease there. Ignoring his painful injury, he kicked Hyunjin's hand with his foot, causing the keys to fly out of his grasp and land a few meters away on the floor.
Desperation etched across the blonde’s face as he quickly tried to reach out for his keys once more, hoping to defend himself. Minho, driven by a feral determination, rushed forward, swiftly flipping him over. He straddled Hyunjin once again, his weight pressing down on him, and resumed his choking grip. Consumed by his own rage and bloodlust, Minho showed no mercy, determined to extinguish the source of his torment.
I'll kill him.
I'll fucking kill him.
Sunday 10:23 PM
Minho stood in front of Jisung's door and took a deep breath as he raised his hand to knock on the wooden surface. The anticipation of seeing Jisung after everything that happened the previous night made his heart race.
When the door swung open, Minho froze, his jaw dropping in surprise.
There stood Jisung, only wearing a set of extremely revealing lingerie. It was a stunning mix of delicate lace and daring cutouts. The deep, rich black color of the fabric hugged his slender frame, emphasizing his every curve. The lacy corset showcased Jisung's toned chest, the intricate patterns teasingly revealing glimpses of smooth, tanned skin underneath. The matching panties clung to his hips, the sheer material leaving little to the imagination as it showcased his physique.
Shit , Minho thought as he observed him even more.
The lingerie set was adorned with small, delicate bows, adding a touch of playfulness to the enticing piece. Every detail, from the intricate lace patterns to the strategically placed straps, highlighted Jisung's sexiness and heightened the air of seduction that surrounded him.
Minho's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, feeling a surge of desire coursing through him. That same exhilarating feeling again. His mind truly struggled to comprehend the audacious younger’s exposed presence right in front of him.
Minho’s heart raced.
Those loud thuds amidst his chest, that almost hurt.
Jisung, who seemed unfazed by his choice of attire, greeted Minho with a sly smile. The confidence radiating from him only amplified the already intense attraction Minho felt.
"You're late." His voice was full of mischief.
Minho couldn't help but chuckle at how much this man affected him.
"I'm here now, isn't that enough?"
"It is." Jisung replied as he pulled him inside and closed the door behind them.
Minho’s mouth went dry. God I'm so fucked.
"I got the table ready for us." He smiled excitedly at Minho. "Come. I'll show you."
Minho followed the younger, his eyes fixed on his naked backside.
The small cuts of their previous encounter were still somewhat visible.
God, I want to do that again.
Taste him, make him moan in pain.
Do even more filthy things than the last time.
Minho tore his eyes away just as Jisung turned around. "This is it."
Minho looked at the wooden table in front of him and his eyes furrowed when he realized that there was nothing but a plain white sheet on it. "Where... are the plates, where's the meal?" He asked, looking up at the younger confused.
Jisung smirked and slowly stepped closer to the wooden furniture, turning his back again to the elder. "The meal..." He began, letting his hands grab hold of the edges. Then, the younger leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "It's right here."
Minho gulped as he took in the image in front of his eyes. Jisung was bent over the table, his ass on display. The older found it hard to breathe under the weight of the visual.
“Fuck?” He breathed. "You're too much."
"Aren't you going to start eating, daddy?"
"W-What did you just call me?" For the very first time in his life, Minho stuttered. This was something he had never experienced before .
"What? You don't like it?" Jisung raised an eyebrow at Minho, his head cocking slightly to one side. "Daddy, is something wrong?"
"No," Minho swallowed, "Daddy is just... surprised."
Minho's lashes flickered with desire as he took a few steps forward, his hand instinctively reaching out to grab Jisung's exposed bottom. Jisung gasped in surprise, but quickly arched his back, offering himself to Minho, allowing him to enjoy the enticing view. The anticipation built up as Minho's hand caressed Jisung's soft skin, relishing in the sensation.
With a loud smacking sound, Minho's hand connected violently with Jisung's ass, eliciting a flinch from the younger man, mixed with a pleasurable shiver. The impact sent a rush of desire through both of their bodies, fueling their already intense arousal.
Driven by his primal instincts, Minho's hands deftly began to explore Jisung's lingerie from up close, the delicate lace teasing his fingertips. Slowly, he slid the younger man's lace underwear down, exposing more of his flushed skin. Jisung moaned at the intimate contact, his desire mirroring Minho's.
"You like what you see, daddy? You like having me bent over the table all exposed for you?” Jisung’s husky voice filled the room. “Does this make you wanna do filthy things to me? Does this make you wanna put your rock hard cock right into my tight hole? Fuck and play hard with your little slut until dawn?"
"You know everything." Minho replied, his tone low and sensual, taking in the sight before him. The tension between them grew stronger with each passing moment, igniting a fire that only their passionate connection could quench.
"P-Please-" A loud smack made the younger gasp.
"Stop talking." As Minho spoke, his eyes traveled lower.
Feeling a surge of boldness, Minho crouched and leaned forward, his lips pressing against Jisung's soft flushed cheeks. He began pressing gentle kisses along the supple skin, relishing in the taste of Jisung's warmth.
“You’re so perfect.”
“A-Ah-”
With a sudden movement, Minho spread Jisung's cheeks apart, exposing the younger man's delicate entrance. His eyes widened with a mix of arousal and adoration as he took in the sight before him. Jisung whimpered at the sensation of Minho's breath teasing his sensitive rim, his body trembling with need.
Minho's smirk deepened, reveling in the sounds of Jisung's pleasure. With a deliberate slowness, he leaned forward, his tongue gently caressing Jisung's entrance. The taste that met his senses was intoxicatingly sweet, a mix of Jisung's own essence and the lingering excitement that permeated the room.
Savoring the delectable flavor, Minho continued to explore Jisung's most intimate depths, his tongue tracing teasing patterns against the younger man's sensitive skin. Each stroke sent shivers of ecstasy through Jisung's body, his moans growing louder as the pleasure intensified.
"Fuck-" Jisung panted and arched his back even more, letting his chest drop further onto the table. "H-Harder. Suck me harder, daddy."
At that moment, Minho couldn't resist the desire to fully take control. With a sudden, sharp slap to Jisung's ass, their connection intensified, and Jisung let out a cry, his body tingling with pleasure. Minho's dominant gesture sent a jolt of exhilaration through both of them.
Pulling Jisung up by his arm, Minho swiftly turned him over, their eyes locking in an intense gaze. The hunger between them was so incredible that they immediately crashed their lips together in a passionate, searing kiss. The intense contact fueled their needs, making Jisung's legs weak, barely able to stand on his own.
Feeling the urge to satisfy their craving for each other, Jisung whispered between heated kisses, "Let's go to my bedroom."
Minho, his desire mirrored in his eyes, nodded in agreement.
With a swift motion, he scooped Jisung up in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together. Jisung wrapped his legs around the elders waist firmly as he carried him towards the dimly lit bedroom.
When they entered Jisung's bedroom, the room revealed itself to be a haven of exploration. The darkness cast an alluring ambiance, with various kinky toys discreetly scattered around. The atmosphere was charged with the promise of extreme pleasure.
Minho placed Jisung on the bed, lips never parting as their hands continued to explore each other's bodies. Jisung bounced softly on the mattress and moaned once he felt Minho sucking the younger's exposed collar bone.
"D-Do you want to play with some of my toys?"
"Isn't daddy's big toy enough for both of us?" Minho asked, the look in his eyes telling Jisung what he wanted the answer to be.
However, a devilish smile tugged at Jisung's face. "Hmm, I don't know. Is it?"
"I'll make sure it fucking is."
"Mmmhm." Jisung hummed, spreading his legs. "I've already prepped myself. Hurry."
The words sent a powerful thrill through Minho, as did the look on Jisung's face. The lust in those perverted doe eyes made Minho lose his composure. He kissed Jisung's mouth hungrily again while they both rushed to remove all of their clothes, leaving themselves bare and panting.
Gripping Jisung's hips, Minho pushed their exposed erections together.
"S-Shit this is so embarrassing," Jisung called as he looked down at the visible size difference of their erections. His face turned redder as he looked at Minho's. "Yours is much bigger."
"Oh yeah?" Minho chuckled, his hot breath fanning over Jisung's face. “You know my dick seems to be the same size as the diameter of your waist. You’re so fucking small.”
"Yeah…" Jisung panted. "I love it."
Minho grabbed the lube from the bedside table and his eyes flickered with excitement. The slick liquid soon dripped onto his throbbing member, adding a layer of slippery chillness. Jisung eagerly watched as Minho positioned himself at his entrance, the anticipation driving him to the edge.
Just as Jisung was about to voice his desire, Minho thrust halfway inside him without a warning, causing a guttural moan to escape his lips. Pleasure coursed through Jisung's body, his hands clenching the sheets tightly in response. The sensation of Minho's impressive size stretching him made Jisung tremble, clearly overwhelmed.
"F-fuck, you're so tight," Minho cursed under his breath, relishing the sensation.
He began to thrust slowly, back and forth, each movement delving deeper into Jisung. With every thrust, Jisung's body quivered, his member already leaking pre-cum, a testament to his delirious arousal.
Jisung's voice broke through the air. "M-Minho, I love this. Give me more. Give me all of it." His words were a plea, an invitation for Minho to take him further, to push them both to the pinnacle of pleasure.
Minho's hips moved with a newfound intensity, driving into Jisung with fervor. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and moans. They moved together, lost in their pleasure, each thrust bringing them closer and closer. Sweat glistened on their skin, lost in the intoxicating moment.
Minho then thrusted fully inside Jisung, balls deep, causing the younger boy to gasp and pant in response. Jisung's eyes widened as he felt the visual bump in his lower belly, a visual representation of Minho's merciless penetration. A mix of shock and pleasure washed over him, intensifying the sensations coursing through his body.
Unable to resist, Minho moved his hand to the visual bump, pressing down firmly, adding an extra layer of stimulation. Jisung's breath hitched, a guttural sound escaping his lips, as the shocking wave of pleasure overwhelmed him. He squirmed beneath Minho's touch, his body trembling and shaking.
"You like being this stuffed, Jisung-ah?" Minho whispered, his voice laced with arousal.
"N-Ngh?! Wait, don't press there-'' Jisung tried to warn, his words muffled by the intense sensations engulfing him.
But Minho, fueled by their shared desire, ignored his plea and kept pounding into him restlessly. Jisung's body shook uncontrollably as he unexpectedly reached his peak, squirting all over Minho.
Minho, now even more aroused by Jisung's reaction, swiftly flipped him onto all fours. He grabbed Jisung tightly by his waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, as he thrust right back inside him with no hesitation.
"Wait, I just came?!" Jisung cried in disbelief, his body still trembling from the intense orgasm he had just experienced. Tears rolled down his face, a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming sensations. He couldn't believe the level of stimulation he had reached, and how it only made him crave more.
Minho, taking in the sight of Jisung's tear-streaked face, continued to pound into him. His thrusts became even harder, his pace quickening as he smacked Jisung's ass, leaving red marks. His fingers constantly dug into Jisung's skin, leaving imprints of his desire, as he held onto him tightly.
As Jisung's body continued to twitch and vibrate with the aftershocks of his release, Minho kept grunting and breathing heavily. The sight of Minho, lost in his own pleasure, pushed Jisung further. He wanted to feel Minho release inside him, to be filled with the culmination of their passion.
‘F-Fill me up. Make a mess inside me.” Jisung begged. “Minho this feels so fucking good.”
“Say my name again.”
“A-Ah- Minho…”
“Louder. I want everyone inside this building to hear you screaming my name as I fuck your brains out.”
“Min-MINHO! A-Ah Minho-!”
See Hyunjin? See how he’s calling my name. Like this?
I wonder…
Can you even hear him right now?
In the midst of their shared pleasure, Minho's movements became erratic, his thrusts growing desperate as he chased his release. Jisung felt the heat building within him once again, his body on the precipice of another mind-blowing orgasm.
And then, in a final burst of ecstasy, they both reached their peaks together. Jisung's body convulsed as his release washed over him once again, his walls tightening around Minho. That pulsing tightness triggered Minho's own release too, his body shaking as he emptied himself inside Jisung.
Breathless and spent, they both collapsed onto the mattress, their bodies intertwined, sweat-slicked skin pressed against each other. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, as they savored every passing second.
“Fuck you’re so good at this.” Jisung said, looking at the ceiling.
Minho didn’t respond for a few seconds, his chest heaving.
Jisung finally turned his head momentarily to the right to look at the elder. “Minho?”
“Mmm?”
“Y-Your arm is bleeding.” Jisung’s eyes widened and he quickly adjusted himself next to the elder with the realization.
“Ah fuck…” Minho lifted himself up glancing at his open wound. “The bandage probably fell off when I took off my shirt. It’s nothing serious, don’t worry about it.”
“This looks painful. How did this happen?” Jisung commented while touching the elders elbow. He almost looked concerned. “Wait here.”
Minho watched as the younger rushed out of the room and came back with a first aid kit. Why is he acting like this all of a sudden ?
“Let me see it again” Jisung urged as he sat back next to him.
“You don’t have to do this. I barely feel it.” It hurts a bit but I can take it. This is nothing. Ugh….
“If you wanna continue fucking for the rest of the night, at least let me take care of this. I don’t want your blood all over my sheets.”
“Fine.”
As Jisung carefully cleaned the wound on Minho's upper arm, the elder couldn't help but notice how gentle and focused the younger was. Sitting there, completely naked, completely vulnerable… Treating his injury. Minho's heart skipped a beat as Jisung's fingers brushed against his skin. His thoughts immediately started to wander, contemplating the unexpected feelings that were developing deep within him.
Is it okay for me to feel like this ?
Is it okay for my heart to beat this fast right now?
Is it okay for me to want to be normal?
Even after everything that I have done?
Is it really fair?
Do I deserve this?
This care.
This intimacy.
This attention…
Him.
When Jisung pressed the dump cotton to disinfect his wound, Minho flinched, waking right up from his trance. The younger quickly leaned his body forward and blew on the wound to soothe the stinging sensation.
Shit, I can’t believe that I’m getting hard because of this .
Even though he isn’t doing anything perverted right now…
The way he’s taking care of me, makes my cock painfully twitch .
"I'm sorry." Jisung mumbled after a few seconds, finally applying the bandage. Then, his eyes met Minho's. "Done," Jisung breathed out, his voice barely audible as he pushed the first aid kit off the bed, the tension in the room growing thicker by the second.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, Jisung slowly climbed onto Minho's naked lap. As their bodies connected, Minho's hardness pressed against Jisung's bottom. Only through that brief contact, the younger was able to sense the evidence of Minho's arousal.
"Want me to ride you?" Jisung's lips parted as he began to move his hips, grinding against Minho's cock. The friction sent sparks through both of them, their heavy breathing filling the room once again. “Wanna do it again?”
Minho didn’t say anything and just closed his eyes in response. Fuck .
“I’m gonna make us feel so good.”
Their foreheads met as soon as Jisung slowly rocked his hips downwards, feeling Minho's cock sliding right back in. Their breaths were mingling and their bodies started moving in perfect rhythm.
“Fuck.” Minho whispered.
Jisung moaned and pushed the elder back onto the mattress, his hands soon caressing Minho's muscular chest gently. "Minho." He then called out as he began to slowly ride him. "Look at me." His tone sounded different, not as playful and mischievous as the previous time.
Minho reluctantly gazed into Jisung's brown orbs, which were glowing brightly, their pupils dilated and filled with an emotion he could not read properly. The latter moved his hips faster, his eyes never breaking contact with Minho.
The intensity of the gaze caused Minho's body to tremble, his hands gripping tightly onto Jisung's thighs. Nails digging into his skin. His entire world seemed to gradually narrow down to those beautiful brown eyes staring right back at him.
“Keep looking at me. Like that, fuck.” Jisung quivered and began bouncing on the elder’s hardness. “It goes so deep. S-Shit.” His voice shook with every movement.
Minho kept staring at him, his breath caught in his throat. His mouth slightly hung open as if he wanted to say something, but the words weren’t coming out. The way Jisung rode him, taking control and dominating him, pushed Minho into a space where his mind and body surrendered completely. His own subspace.
Every movement, every bounce, sent electric waves through Minho's entire body. He had never experienced something like this. He had never met someone so desperate to make him feel good, so dedicated to his pleasure. It was a revelation, a realization that he had been missing this intense connection all his life.
With the brief thought of that Minho was one hundred percent sure that there was something more than just a physical desire between them.
It was more than lust.
This wasn’t just sex.
The overwhelming sensation consumed Minho, making it impossible for him to utter a single word. Their pleasure became the only thing he could focus on, enveloping him in a bubble where nothing else existed but the way Jisung's body molded perfectly against his own.
His eyes, misty with emotions, closed shut, not out of sadness, but because he didn't want to miss a single second of this euphoria. Tears welled up, but they were tears of joy, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming bliss that Jisung brought into Minho's life.
In that moment, Minho felt a sense of completeness, as if he had found the missing piece of his soul. Jisung's desperate need to please him and their intimate connection drowned Minho alive, but it was a beautiful drowning, one that filled every crevice of his being with an indescribable happiness.
As their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, Minho understood that he had fallen deeply. He was long gone. Sick. Addicted. Jisung had opened up a world of sensations and emotions that Minho just couldn’t throw away, and he was sure that from now on he wouldn’t be able to imagine his life without him.
“S-Shit-Minho-” Jisung’s lewd sounds scratched Minho’s brain. “Your cock”— thrust — “is so”— thrust— “fucking”— thrust — “good.” He yelled in pleasure.
At that point Minho couldn't contain his moans anymore. He was so lost. He pulled Jisung's body down and buried his face into his neck. The younger shuddered in response as he embraced him, pulling him even closer. Minho then breathed in deeply, the scent of Jisung engulfing him, his arms around his neck, his fingers tangling in Minho's hair. It was addicting. It was intoxicating. It was the only thing that mattered to him at that moment.
Jisung . Jisung . Jisung . Jisung . Jisung . Jisung . Jisung . Jisung . Jisung .
That was Minho’s only thought. Head-empty.
Jisung kept rocking his hips down like his life depended on it. "M-Minho I-I'm close-" He grunted and tightened his grip on Minho's hair.
By the time the elder's brain processed Jisung's words, he managed almost instantly to hug Jisung tightly by his slutty waist. His feral thrusts soon echoed and reverberated loudly through the bedroom walls. Jisung helplessly released a long cry as his entire body was shaken until they both reached the end, their orgasms clashing together and tearing them apart.
“Hah-” Jisung panted, his body twitching. "I-I can't move."
They both lay there, panting heavily in each others' arms, too exhausted to move. A comfortable silence washed over them as they relaxed together.
Minho's fingers unconsciously caressed the soft and lean surface of Jisung's back. He stared at Jisung who rested peacefully in his arms, his dark eyelashes softly brushing his chest as he breathed heavily. He was so breathtaking. Everything was just so beautiful. The sight of his small frame lying helplessly on top of him was enough to bring an innocent smile onto Minho's face.
Minho was smiling. Minho was happy. Minho could get used to this or maybe scratched that- He was already addicted.
"Jisung?" Minho asked in a husky voice, his fingertips still lightly grazing Jisung's back.
"Hmm?" Jisung responded, opening his eyes and lifting his head slightly to meet Minho's. “What is it?”
“I love fucking your ass.”
Monday 4:32 AM.
Wake up.
Minho’s eyes shot open, his chest heaving, gasping for air.
His heart pounded madly in his chest as he stared at the ceiling, trying his best to calm himself down due to his intense nightmare. Memories from yesterday came flooding back, his body tensing up when he remembered how Jisung held him tight throughout the whole night. The warmth of his touch, the sound of his soft breathing, the way they both fell asleep together…
That was the first time Minho had lowered his guard this much.
Minho turned his head to stare at Jisung sleeping next to him. The younger was wrapped up in the sheets, his legs entangled with Minho’s, his head resting comfortably on the pillow. He was snuggled tightly against him, his lips slightly agape, forming a cute little bunny smile. His hair was a mess as well, sticking to his forehead after having slept so deeply.
Jisung looked so peaceful laying in front of him. The faint glow of light seeped into the room through the small gaps of the curtains, creating an ethereal atmosphere in the room. Minho was truly mesmerized by the scene in front of him, unable to tear his eyes away from Jisung’s sleeping form.
What time is it? He thought and turned to look at the bedside table.
With a sigh, Minho silently stood up from the bed. He put his clothes back on and carefully made his way towards the exit.
The raven haired man stepped outside of Jisung's apartment and as expected, the building's hallway was still dark and silent since it was too early in the morning. Minho walked silently through the empty corridor until he reached the elevator, leading to his floor.
When Minho arrived at his apartment door, he fumbled with his keys, struggling to unlock the door at once without making any loud noise. Once he finally managed to get inside and locked the door behind him, he sighed in relief.
His back leaned on the door, his hand gripping the side of his head.
His heart was racing again.
What happened earlier kept flashing through his head.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before exhaling loudly.
"You're awake." Minho spat as he finally lifted his gaze and locked eyes with the person sitting all tied up on his armchair. “Hyunjin.”
Hyunjin was still alive.
By the time the blonde man perceived Minho’s presence, he desperately shook his body in an attempt to free himself. His mouth was completely covered, unable to make any noises. There was no doubt that Minho had done a great job in rendering him speechless.
The raven haired man walked over towards him and roughly pried off the black scarf covering his mouth. Hyunjin stared at Minho in shock when he realized what was happening.
"If you yell, I'll kill you." Minho warned him in a low voice.
"Fuck... You..." Hyunjin tried his hardest to speak, but failed miserably. His hands clenched on the armrests of the chair. Minho however knew that his threats worked.
The man stayed quiet and stared at him with wide eyes.
Minho fully removed the rest of the cloth from Hyunjin's mouth and threw it to the ground. The bruises and the small wounds on his face and neck were more visible now. Hyunjin’s blonde hair had almost turned brown from his own dried blood.
“So...” Minho smiled wickedly at the view. "What should I do with you?"
Hyunjin swallowed thickly. "Why are you doing this Minho? What the hell are you doing? Let me get out of here!"
"No.”
“You're a fucking psychopath!" Hyunjin cursed and soon spat towards him. "Let me go!"
“Shut up.” Minho said boldly and his hand met Hunjin’s face. A slap.
“Y-You cannot keep me here forever! Soon everyone is going to start searching for me! They’ll notice! Jisung will-”
“Jisung and I were fucking all night.” The raven haired man interrupted calmly. “And also… the only reason I haven't killed you yet is because I'm still curious. Will Jisung care even a little bit about your absence?”
“H-He will!” Hyunjin cried out. “He cares about me! He will notice that I-"
Another slap echoed in the room cutting him off.
Minho chuckled. "I hope not."
"You bastard!" Hyunjin shouted, his eyes glistening in hatred.
A cold laugh escaped Minho's throat. "This is honestly so amusing."
“You are sick!” Hyunjin stuttered. “Y-You're just taking advantage of him.”
“Am I?" Minho replied, raising his eyebrows. “But even if I am, weren’t you doing the exact same thing to him before me?”
Hyunjin lost his breath for a moment, completely overwhelmed by Minho's statement. What Minho said was entirely true, but he refused to admit it. “N-No.”
“Yes.” Minho laughed humorlessly. “But let me get something straight. I’m not like you, Hyunjin.” He added and moved closer to him and crouched beside the chair. “When I want something for myself, I do anything to make it mine. I don't just fuck around like you do."
Hyunjin gritted his teeth together. “If Jisung finds out about this... If he sees how twisted you are... Do you really think he'll still choose to be with you?"
“I wonder,” Minho pondered, leaning forward to stare at Hyunjin intensely. “Will he run away to save himself, or, will he get hard when he sees me holding a knife against your neck, taking your last breath as I slit your throat?"
Hyunjin’s eyes widened in shock, his blood ran cold. “S-Stop.”
"Do you want to find out?" Minho questioned, his voice sounding sinister. "Should I go wake him up and bring him over here?"
“Please...” The blonde man begged quietly as tears filled his eyes. “Minho... P-Please let me go.”
Minho smiled evilly at the sight. That’s it. That’s what I like to see.
Hyunjin began to sob and his tears kept streaming down his cheeks endlessly. “Please, Minho. I’m begging you. I'll do whatever you say if you let me go. I-I'll disappear! I-I will get out of yours and Jisung's life and never come back. I’ll give you money. Everything I have- I-I will do anything!"
"Keep going." Minho scoffed and quickly stuffed Hyunjin's mouth again with the cloth. The blonde man kept sobbing and whimpering dampened cries of anguish. "Keep begging for your life until the very last second."
2 MONTHS LATER
Friday 10:50 AM.
“Ah—” Jisung squeaked as Minho pulled him closer, his cock buried deep inside him.
“You promised you wouldn’t make a sound.” Minho chuckled as he pulled out a bit only to thrust back inside.
“S-Sorry-'' Jisung panted, still trying to catch his breath. "I can't help it. It feels too good."
“I know baby,” Minho whispered, moving over and wrapping his arm around Jisung’s waist. “I can't get enough of you."
Jisung let out a soft gasp, feeling the elder hug him from behind. “Then show me how much you love me.” He said in a shaky breath, lifting his hips only to put more pressure on his boyfriend.
“Fuck, baby...” Minho groaned. “Can you feel how bad my cock is twitching inside of you right now? You're driving me insane.” He placed kisses on the side of Jisung’s neck and inhaled deeply, sending shivers down the latter's spine.
The raven haired male started sucking at Jisung’s collar bone causing the boy to squirm.
"Yeah..." Jisung moaned.
“Wanna go slow?" Minho whispered as he kissed the spot under Jisung's ear. "Or would you rather go fast? Do you want to be late to work or not?”
Jisung moaned again as his fingers wrapped around his own hardness.
“I-I have to go to work. If I skip work again, they’ll fire me.”
Minho grinned triumphantly "Then we must hurry."
Minho’s hands pushed Jisung's body further down on the mattress, his back arching. “Yes, please.”
“Yeah just like that-” Minho muttered before slamming into Jisung's tight hole.
Both men moaned loudly and fastened their pace. Their eyes were shut tightly and both men were panting heavily.
“That feels so damn good…” Jisung moaned, his fingers tightening around his own leaking cock.
“Mmm, yeah...” Minho moaned, biting his lips as he continued to pound into Jisung’s ass.
“Minho…” Jisung panted as the elder lifted him by his waist. "I love this." He mumbled, his head thrown back against Minho’s shoulder. "I love you."
“Ah shit.” Minho grunted, placing another gentle kiss on Jisung’s neck. “The way you said it. It almost made me cum.”
Jisung then turned his head to the side to look at his boyfriend. Once their eyes met Jisung repeated. “I love you.”
“F-Fuck.” Minho cursed and kissed the younger passionately, his body shaking violently. “Fuck! Fuck, Jisung!”
Minho felt his orgasm building up. His breathing became rapid and shallow. His body trembled and every muscle in his body seemed to tighten. He didn't know why he had gotten so worked up, but he did. All he knew was that his release was coming in one swift motion. It hit him hard and fast and within seconds he was gone, his cock spilling everything inside Jisung.
Jisung moaned softly, his body trembling and his eyes closed. He gripped the blanket beneath his arms tightly as the warmth left his body.
“Keep it in.” Minho groaned as he rushed to grab a plug from the bed table. "We will continue this after you come back from work."
Jisung nodded weakly.
Suddenly, just when Minho slid his underwear on, the doorbell rang.
"Are you waiting for anyone?" Jisung asked as he quickly got dressed.
"No. I'll go check. One moment!”
Minho put on his trousers swiftly, he sprinted to the door.
"Hello." A woman called before Minho could even open the door properly.
"Hello?" Minho responded, slightly confused. “Who are you?”
"My name is Lea. I'm your new neighbor! I just moved in right across." She stated politely pointing at the apartment behind her.
"Oh."
"Who is it?" Jisung slowly appeared behind Minho.
At first, the woman looked surprised at Jisung’s sudden half-naked appearance. At first her face showed a clear confusion yet she recovered shortly with a genuine smile. "Nice to meet you! I'm Lea!" She shook Jisung's hand. "Your new neighbor. You two are a couple, I suppose?"
"Oh." Jisung murmured, staring at her. "Uh-"
"Yes. We are." Minho interrupted before Jisung could answer. "Nice to meet you."
"That's nice! I just wanted to introduce myself haha... I better go and start unpacking."
"Have a nice day." Jisung said as Minho nodded and closed the door.
Once they were alone again, Minho sighed tiredly.
"So..." Jisung chuckled and gently stroked Minho's back. "We're a couple, hm?"
Minho hummed lightly, his eyes fluttering close. "I should have said that I just fuck your brains out every single day." He joked.
"But..." Jisung teased with a smirk. "Wouldn’t that be nice?"
"What?"
"Be a couple. To date." Minho's eyes opened wide in surprise as he stared at Jisung who gazed innocently back. "Either way I don't think we'll ever stop fucking each other." Jisung added.
"I've never dated anyone." Minho admitted. "Never."
Jisung raised an eyebrow, his smile getting wider and wider. "Then, can I be your first? I'll be good, I swear." The younger whispered, taking a step closer to the elder. He then slowly leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “You’ll never get bored of me and my ass, I promise.”
Minho closed his eyes, kissing the younger back. "I don’t like dating, I’m sorry.."
"Oh I won't give up that easily, Lee Minho." Jisung smiled widely, his eyes shining with excitement as if they had just started a whole new game. "I'll win your heart, no matter what. We'll date eventually."
He’s so stubborn.
"Don't you have to go to work? Hurry and get out of here before I kick you out." Minho said, laughing at Jisung’s childish outburst.
“Fine.” Jisung pouted. “Can you come at least and pick me up from the cafe when my shift is over?”
“I’ll think about it.” Minho chuckled, walking towards the living room.
“Also, Minho?” Jisung’s voice echoed after a few seconds from the bedroom.
“Mhm what is it?”
“Have you heard anything from Hyunjin?” Jisung asked and a wicked smile appeared on Minho’s face as he turned on the TV.
“No. Is he still not answering your calls?”
“Yeah, that bastard. I don’t know why he disappeared all of a sudden. I guess he got tired of me. Anyway, I’m off!”
“Have a good shift!” Minho yelled before the door slammed shut. He then shortly focused on the news, raising the volume a bit with the remote in his hand.
BREAKING NEWS : Moving on to a shocking update for today. A dead body of a man was found floating under the Amsa Bridge in Guri, just east of Seoul, at around 6:00 AM, this morning. According to The Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, the body was discovered by a construction worker who called 119 as soon as he came across it. The body is in such a terrible state that it is completely unrecognizable. Police are currently searching around the river for any possible evidence or any personal belongings of that man so he can be identified….
Minho turned off the TV and slowly turned to look at the armchair next to him.
“So they finally found you.” He whispered with a wicked smile. “Good riddance, Hyunjin.”
This might be the end for you, but for me, this is just the beginning…
The end.