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Chan hated going to the club. Hated. It. He thrived on being in control of situations. Whether it be his work schedule, his clients' schedules, his gym routines, his meal planning and especially he loved controlling his environments. The club scene was an entity of its own. Sweaty bodies pressed up against you, drinks that somehow never tasted the same even though you've ordered the same one countless times, the music pounding through the speakers, the different smells wafting through the air. It was all too much. It made his right eye twitch. It made full body shivers run down his spine when someone he didn't know brushed up against him. It made his jaw clench when an intoxicated person roughly pumped into him and mumbled a slurred "sorry" haphazardly in his direction as they made their way back towards the bar.
So why on earth was he inside the belly of the most popular nightclub, La Push, on a Saturday night?
Lee Felix. That’s why he was here. It was Felix's birthday and Chan had promised Felix he would go out with him on his birthday .. last year. Chan couldn't believe Felix had remembered the promise he made him in their student housing apartment their senior year of college. So much has happened since then. Chan had dove head first into producing music and managing small artists for his uncle's company, JYP. Felix had blown up in the modeling scene; booking shows as local as their home country in Korea to places like New York and Paris. The odds of Felix remembering a promise such as the one Chan made him a year ago was slim to none. Yet, of course Chan's luck was once again showing that it in fact does not exist.
Felix had texted him on a random Wednesday afternoon when he was out to lunch with one of his artists.
Lixie
Next Saturday. La Push. 10pm. You promised.
Chan knew the blunt text was probably due to Felix being between shows or a photoshoot and only had enough time to send short, to the point messages. But the words hit him so hard he had promptly choked on his water and spit half of it on Lee Minho, his indie artist who was animatedly telling him about his last show as if Chan wasn't there with him. Minho had stopped midsentence with his hands at his sides and his mouth wide open in shock. "Yah! Hyung what the fuck!?" Chan had been coughing and wheezing as he tried to attempt to wipe the water off of Minho's face and clothing, "S-sorry Min, fuck, I didn't mean to." Another wave of wheezing and coughing had stopped his next apologies in the back of his throat.
Now here he was, sitting at a section one of Felix's ultra rich friends had paid probably 7.6 million won for, water in his hand and a pout on his face. Sweat had already started beading on his hairline due to the amount of heat that was coming from the dance floor. People were wall to wall in here. The only thing that saved them from being swept up by the dancing bodies was Felix's security team that followed him everywhere. Thank God. Because if another person bumped into him he was going to actually lose his shit. He had only been here for an hour, and already someone had spilled a beer on his black boots (that he had just bought), stepped on his toe with a 6inch stiletto, and shoved into him so hard he nearly toppled over the champagne tower on the center table of the section.
Jesus he just wanted to go home and watch anime while he was curled up on his couch. He could cry just thinking about it.
Suddenly, the water bottle gripped in his hand was yanked away, a cold glass replacing it before he could even protest. "It's a Rum and Coke." A deep voice spoke in Chan's ear loudly over the music, causing him to slightly cringe away due to his eardrum sending a shock at the sudden volume. Chan didn't even need to turn his head to know it was Felix. The man of the hour was dressed in a white sparkly, semi shear, shirt with leather pants that could honestly be classified as a second skin, they were so tight. His Doc Martin clad feet swung up and hooked over Chan's legs, bringing him in closer to Felix. "Please stop pouting and at least try to have some fun Channie. You look miserable and it's making me feel bad." Chan turned and saw the hurt flash in Felix's dark brown eyes. His cheeks were flushed with a redish tint, and his breath smelled like Tequila and Champagne. Chan knew he was being a party pooper, knew he was sitting stiffly whilst everyone around him loosened up and danced wildly to the music filtering through the big speakers around them.
He just couldn't help it. The need for control in a totally uncontrollable environment was setting his nerves ablaze and causing a tightness to form in his chest. "I am having fun Lixie." Chan tried to go for ignorance and put on his best megawatt smile, his dimples popping through. Felix just looked at him with a straight face. "Don't give me that, I've been watching you for the past thirty minutes looking like a lost puppy. Look, I know this is not your scene. But I just really wanted you here to meet my friends and celebrate with me." Felix's face had fallen slowly as he spoke, and Chan could feel his heart squeeze seeing his best friend's spirit deflate and his shoulders slump inward. Felix was right. He needed to stop throwing a pitty party and at least attempt to have fun, if not for himself, then for Felix. If Chan hated not being in control, he hated hurting the people closest to him more. Felix had been so excited to introduce Chan to everyone when he first got there, and had smiled his million dollar smile when Chan actually showed up. He could do this. He could have fun and let loose. He could give up control for a few hours and have fun with his friend on his birthday.
Taking a sip of the mixed drink numbing his hand, he gritted his teeth as the Rum set a trail of fire down his throat. When was the last time he ever drank? Freshman year of college?
"Okay Lixie, you're right I'm sorry. This night is about you. I'll try harder." Chan leaned over and pecked Felix on top of his head before downing the rest of his drink. The urge to cough strong but he held it in. Felix gave him a wild smile and slightly bounced in place before throwing his arm around Chan and pulling him into a bone crushing hug. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Chan laughed at his friend's bubbly behavior spurred on by too many champagne flutes. But if Felix was happy, he was happy. He could do this. He could let go of the reigns of his self-control, what's the worst that could happen?
Drunk. Chan was drunk.
Five Rum and Cokes later Chan was out on the dance floor, his silky black shirt open exposing the black wife beater underneath and his white cargo pants slightly sticking to him due to the amount of sweat he was producing. He was dead center on the dance floor. Felix in front of him dancing with his friends. The room had gone fuzzy around the edges. The heavy bass was vibrating his chest and the lyrics of a song he couldn't make out in his drunken state flowed through his veins and made his body move without his say so. Chan moved his hips to the beat, hands slightly raised and his eyes closed. He now understood why people do this. The alcohol pumping through his veins made his mind go blank; deadlines, chores, to do lists, emails that needed to be read and replied to had faded to black after the third drink. Now all he could think about was how his limbs felt like jelly and how incredible he felt.
Chan was so caught up in the music he didn't feel the two bodies press in on him at first. The bass of whatever song playing being so strong it numbed his ability to feel anything but the vibration in his chest. It wasn't until hands found his hips, guiding him backwards into a warm body that he noticed the two men.
His breath hitched when his eyes flew open. A man, slightly shorter than him was almost nose to nose with Chan. The first thing that zipped across Chan's drunken mind was, holy shit this man is attractive. Mystery man had black hair that fell just below his eyebrows, a full face with a medium sized nose, his lips were slightly parted and red; either from biting them or that was their natural color. The stranger was wearing a black dri-fit shirt that hugged his body like it was made for him. He obviously worked out, that much was clear by his wide chest and muscular arms that could probably throw Chan around with ease.
What the fuck?
Chan's cheeks flushed at the thought of this person he had just met manhandling him. He didn't even know this man's name and he was imagining being thrown down and fucked every which way to Sunday. Had he no shame? Chan knew it had been a while since he had gotten any action. He had broken up with his longtime boyfriend at graduation due to them wanting to pursue different careers. Chan wanting to stay in Korea and pursue music, whilst his boyfriend wanted to be a writer in New York City, the decision wasn't easy but ultimately it was what was best for the both of them. Needless to say it had been well over a year since he had anyone in his bed. But even then Chan wasn't one for one night stands or meaningless hook-ups. So why on earth could he not stop imagining this man pinning him down with his massive arms and taking him until he blacked out?
It was the alcohol. It had to be the alcohol loosening not only his body but also his restraint.
Mystery man smirked when Chan continued to stare with red cheeks and probably a dumbfounded look on his face. "Like what you see pretty boy?" Chan wasn't sure how he heard him so clearly over the blaring music, but the raspy edge his voice carried caused a full body shiver. Fuck even his voice was sexy.
Being so caught up in the man in front of him, Chan completely forgot about the person holding his waist and pressing in on him from behind. A whimper slipped as he turned his head to the side and saw who was warming his back to the point a bead of sweat slid down his spine. If Chan thought the man in front of him was hot, the man behind him was downright sinful. Mystery man number two was tall, his shoulder coming up to Chan's chin. As Chan dragged his eyes upward he noted the full pink lips, strong jawline, and brown eyes that held a darkness to them. His hair was shorter than the person in front of him, black hair sticking up wildly in all directions. Like he has a habit of running his fingers through it and not caring what it looks like after. A small mole was underneath his left eye, truly tying everything about this man up with a nice red bow and a tag that read 'DANGER'.
"I think he does Changbin. Poor baby is shivering after you spoke only a few words to him." The smirk only grew on the man in front of him, who he now knows is Changbin, as he stepped even more into Chan's space. "Aww do you think I scared him Hyunjin?" Chan didn't know when his breathing started coming out in short quick pants, or when he started leaning more into Hyunjin to try and create space between him and Changbin. "I think so. Look at the beautiful blush he's giving us, he looks terrified." Hyunjin chuckled darkly near Chan's ear, causing the already burning in his cheeks to rise to boiling.
Chan's poor little heart was sprinting inside of his chest. However, it wasn't out of fear (okay maybe it was a little), rather it was out of excitement. What these two men don't know about Chan, is that one of his deepest darkest secrets, is that he has a slight fear kink.
It was discovered back in college with an old boyfriend. Chan had been chased through the streets in a game of drunken tag by his ex, their laughter and stumbling steps echoing off the deserted streets. However, during the experience, a spark had been lit. Chan remembers the fear sending a thrill down his spine. His breathing stuttering in his chest, his heart working double time to send blood outwards to keep his limbs moving. Although fear started to turn the edges of his vision fuzzy, a small smile started to spread across Chan's face. It felt liberating. When his boyfriend had finally caught him, Chan remembers telling him about his new found kink. What he thought was going to be a night of being chased and crazed sex, ended up being the man making a weird face and telling Chan that he was "sick" for liking to be scared before having sex. Yeah, the relationship quickly fizzled and died after that. So Chan locked that part of himself away. Stuffed it inside a small wooden box and pushed it into the recesses of his mind. Never allowing it out, fearing that his partner would think him demented for liking to be chased, and when caught, forced (consensually of course) into having sex.
Okay maybe it wasn't a slight fear kink.
A soft tap against his cheek ripped him back into the present. Changbin's hand moved from his cheek to cup Chan's jaw, softly but unmistakenly firm, dominate. "Where'd you go handsome?" The strobe lights of the club flashed with the fast paced song that Chan could no longer make out. His sole focus was on the man slowly crowding into his space. A shiver shook his body and a gasp escaped him. At some point while he was lost in his mind Hyunjin had moved his hands from his waist to underneath his tank top, running his fingers greedily over his toned stomach. "I asked what your name was baby." Changbin's breath brushed against the shell of Chan's ear, another shiver wracking through his poor body. He swallowed dryly. God was he thirsty, for water or the two men he was sandwiched between, he wasn't sure. Did they turn the heater on? Why was it so hot in here all of a sudden? A firm hand around his throat brought him back, again, from out of his head. The hand wasn't squeezing, just resting there, the warning unmistakable.
"C-Chan. My name is Chan." He managed to stutter out while locking his legs straight. The hand around his neck flexed slightly while he was talking causing his knees to wobble. This was weird, right? These two random men were acting so brave with their actions, unafraid of anyone seeing them or judging them. Almost like they either did this often or they simply didn't care about the opinions of others. The way the men worked together showed they had to be friends, close friends, that much was certain by the way they moved seemingly in sync with one another. Maybe this was their shtick. Choosing one person, hounding them, and sharing them. Chan apparently was their next victim. The alcohol running through his veins muted the alarm bells going off in his head, he needed to find Felix, needed to separate himself from these men before he made a decision that he'd regret. Like going home with them.
"I-I have t-to get back to my friends now." Chan made a move to unglue himself from Hyunjin's front and shift sideways to get out from between the two. Changbin's hand fell away from around his throat and Hyunjin's hands slipped out of his tank top. Both men letting Chan step away easily, without protest. "We'll find you later then Channie, enjoy your night." The taller man leaned over and lightly nipped at Chan's earlobe. A whimper pressed against Chan's teeth at the nickname and the action. Before he could even say another word, or turn his back on the two, they slipped back into the crowd. Getting swallowed up by the sea of bodies within the next second. With them out of sight Chan was able to take his first full breath in he didn't know how long. However, Chan couldn't ignore the overwhelming feeling of disappointment that came crashing onto him.
Oh how he wanted the men to ignore his statement and drag him into a dark corner and have their way with him. Disregarding his pleas to be let go and use him in whatever way they saw fit.
Oh my god. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Chan scolded himself mentally as he searched for Felix and his group again. Unable to find them until he made his way to the front of the club. Felix was leaning heavily on their mutual friend Jisung. When the fuck had he shown up? Felix's eyes were half shut, a goofy smile on his face when he finally saw Chan make his way towards them. "Chan-ahhhhh where were you? I looked everywhere for you?" Felix's words were so slurred Chan's surprised he understood any of it. His eyebrows hitting his hairline as he looked over at their friend. "I was on the dance floor. I see you had plenty of fun without me though." Felix giggled at Chan's teasing. "I had so much fun, so glad you came. Best birthday ever." Chan helped Jisung half carry half walk Felix out of the club and to Felix's awaiting car. Chan remaining outside the car as the two got settled. Sensing that Chan didn't join them, Jisung turned around and threw him a confused look. "You aren't riding with us?"
"No, I think I'll walk. My apartment isn't far and the cold air will sober me up." Jisung hesitated before nodding, knowing that Chan was perfectly capable of seeing himself home. "Alright then. Text me when you make it home safe." Chan hummed his response before waving them off as the car rolled away from the curb and into traffic.
Chan chuckled to himself. He was glad Felix had a good birthday, and he was even happier with himself for making the journey out of the house and into an environment he normally wouldn't find himself in. Taking a deep breath, he turned and began his trek home. Once the music faded into the background and the chill fully sunk into his bones, he swayed slightly. He shook his head before lightly slapping his cheeks. Lock in Chan-ah, you didn't even have that much to drink. A wave of dizziness hit him, causing Chan to lean heavily on the wall next to him, a giggle leaving his cold lips.
Okay maybe I did have that much to drink.
As he began to walk down a street with little to no street lights, he felt it. A flash of heat rolled through his body, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. An indication someone was watching him. Trying not to give his awareness away, Chan pretended to stumble again. This time he fully faced the building in front of him, his arms coming out and bracing his weight. Using his arm as a shield, he peaked to the side down the street. Two shadows stood at the end, just out of reach of the one overhead streetlight. One noticeably taller than the other. A chill raced down his spine. So that feeling wasn't paranoia. Chan stood tall, the intoxication he was feeling had exited stage left, leaving him unbearably sober. Making the climbing panic bring a cold sweat with it. Turning back forward suddenly, he began to walk just a little faster. Hopefully not enough to tip off the men behind him. There's no way they're following me. Maybe they're just one their way home and I'm being dramatic. Deciding to test the theory, he picked up his speed a little more. Daring a glance back, he noticed the men start to walk faster. Okayyy so maybe they are following me, great.
"Oh Channnn." That voice. Hyunjin? "You left so fast Chan-ah, we didn't even get to have any fun." Changbin? The obvious pout in the second voice almost made him stumble forward. It sounded disappointed but, determined? How did they find him? When had they started following him? Oddly, Chan felt himself relax slightly at the knowledge of Hyunjin and Changbin being the ones behind him. At least if they killed him it wouldn't be by a random stranger. Sickeningly, Chan couldn't help but realize the trembling in his hands wasn't just from fright, but also excitement? The thought of being followed by two disgustingly attractive men made a shiver wrack through his body, and he wasn't sure if it was purely because of the chilly temperate anymore. Against his inner self's better judgement, Chan dragged his feet to a stop. Still facing away from the men, strangers really. He heard both grind to a halt several feet behind him, not saying a word.
Curiosity is really going to be the death of him, whether it be some day, or today.
Turning around, he faced Hyunjin and Changbin. Both men breathing deeply, if the puffs of air made visible by the September chill were anything to go by. As if they were in some cheesy horror film, the streetlight in front of the two mean sputtered and then turned off. Leaving the only light available to make out the two being the moonlight, leaving the men drenched in an ethereal glow of blue. Hyunjin had a dark smirk on his face, while Changbin's face gave nothing away. But even from several feet separating the three of them, Chan could make out the unmistakable look of hunger in both their eyes. His breath hitched. His teeth chomping on a frightened whimper desperate to escape.
"W-why are you guys f-following me?" The words stuttered out. Whether it be from the temperate, fear, or slowing growing anticipation for what was going to happen next Chan couldn't decern. "You up for a challenge Channie?" Changbin's voice was rough, raspy. Chan could feel his self-preservation slipping through his fingers like water. "W-what kind of challenge?" Now was not the time for Chan's competitiveness to rear its ugly head. The alarm bells were blaring. Chan should about face and high tail it home. He didn't know these men. He only shared half a dance with them in a hot as hell club surrounded by drunk patrons, him being one of those said drunkards. So why were his feet glued to the cement under him? Why did he not want to leave? "C-challenge?" Chan gritted his teeth and willed himself not to keep stuttering like an idiot.
Hyunjin chuckled sinisterly, "If we catch you before you make it home, we get to .. have a little fun with you." This simply cannot be real. Had Chan hit his head and knocked himself out? Was he dreaming? Was he in some cheesy ass BL? "And if you don't catch me?" Chan was shivering now, his legs locking tight in an attempt to get himself to stay still. Teeth chattering audibly. "Then you made it home safe and you check in with your friend." Changbin was swinging his upper body side to side with his hands in his pockets. Like we were having a measly conversation about where to get coffee. The racing thoughts came to a screeching halt. They knew Chan was supposed to text Jisung he made it home? Had they been watching him after he'd left them on the dancefloor? "You have a minute before we make the decision for you pretty boy. If you're not game, just simply turn around and keep walking." Hyunjin coolly leaned against the wall of the abandoned convenience store next to them, kicking around a rock.
Chan should just turn around right now and continue home. Yup. Get home, shower, eat his left over pho, pop a couple Aspirin and go to bed. However, when he went to turn around, a thought left a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach. Isn't this what he fantasized about? Isn't this exact situation what Chan had played in his head while his hand was roughly stroking his cock until he reached orgasm? Chan couldn't deny that some sick, twisted, and deep deep dark part of him was excited. This was stupid. Reckless. This went against everything Chan preached to his friends about not going home with strangers and the dangers they put themselves in when they do. The smart part of Chan knew the risks. The fact that he met these men hours ago, didn't know anything about them but their names and didn't even know what type of fun they were talking about. Their version of fun could be to watch him die by a thousand cuts or strangling him over and over until they finally killed him. Their version of fun could be cutting him up into small pieces and feeding them to the birds.
Dramatic. But it has happened!
Or it could be exactly what Chan fantasized about. Being chased by two unearthly hot men, taken against his will, and made to feel pleasure until he passed out. Made to experience the thrill of walking the line between fear and excitement, pleasure and pain. They wouldn't make him feel like something was wrong with him for liking it, for loving it.
"You have 10 seconds to choose, before I take your silence as consent." Hyunjin cracked a sadistic smile that had a whimper escaping Chan's lips against his better judgement.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The possibilities of how wrong or right this situation could go sped through Chan's mind. A different outcome, both horrifically gory or blindingly pleasurable, flashed behind his closed eyelids. When had he shut his eyes? It could be everything he wants, or he could end up on tomorrow's news. The angel and devil on his shoulders were throwing haymakers at one another. Both trying to twist Chan's lips to yell for the men to fuck off or beg them to chase him. Never in his life had he hated being so indecisive. Maybe-
"Three.." Hyunjin was suddenly off the wall.
"Two.." Changbin started jumping in place. Bouncing on the balls of his feet with a smile on his face. Chan's breath started coming out in loud pants, as if he was already running. Okay, just tell them that he wants no part in their sick and twisted game. Chan just needs to raise his hands up and tell them to stop.
"One.." Fuck it.
A beat of silence passed between the three. The air turning electric with tension. Right when Chan clocked Hyunjin and Changbin tensing to leap at him, Chan spun on his heels and ran.
Chan darted forward as if the gun at a track meet went off. Sprinting through the sleeping streets at a pace he doesn't think he's reached in years. His arms were pumping themselves in a desperate attempt to make his legs eat up ground faster. His heart was pounding in his ears, making the wind zipping by muffled. Sweat began to bead at his temple. Quick footsteps could be heard behind him, gaining on him. "Gotta run faster than that pretty boy, you're making it too easy." Hyunjin let out a cackle that caused goosebumps to breakout along Chan's skin. They were faster than he thought. Without notice Chan cut left down an alleyway. Hopping over trash bags and praying to every god out there he didn't trip on a raised edge of concrete. Turns were made blindly, the only thing Chan could think was faster, escape. However the undeniable thrill of it all didn't escape him. The fear was blinding. But Chan couldn't ignore the smile that had been on his face since he turned around and sprinted away from the two men. The only thought able to break through the haze being catchmecatchmecatchme.
Swerving to the right, Chan realized they were coming upon an abandoned apartment complex, only this one was bigger. A once 500 unit residence was now void of life, having been vacant for years. Graffiti was all over the walls and nature was already starting its steady take over, vines scaling the building in an effort to reclaim the space. Picking up his speed Chan doubled his efforts towards the complex. He dared a look back. A relieved (and slightly disappointed) breath escaping when he realized they weren't behind him. Maybe he had lost him on one of the turns.
Coming upon the building he found the stairs and started taking two at a time. The higher he got the better vantage point at seeing Hyunjin and Changbin coming his way. If he was able to find an unlocked door, he'd be able hide in there. However it was with great horror that Chan realized the first three floors had started to be demolished. The walls between units gone, leaving one big open space. Almost like they were going to bring the building down and gave up halfway. Random furniture was seen thrown about, beer and liquor bottles haphazardly sprinkled throughout, probably teens coming to take the edge off of school. Climbing to the fourth floor Chan came to the same finding. The walls had been knocked down, however it was slightly cleaner, more furniture and less bottles. Crouching low behind a couch that had seen better days and was covered in dust, Chan listened. He clamped his hand over his mouth trying to silence his heavy breathing, not wanting to give himself away. Straining his ears, he heard it. Shuffling. Voices.
"Are you sure you saw him come in here Jinnie?" Thank god Chan had his hand over his mouth, otherwise the embarrassing squeak that he let out at the sound of Changbin's voice would have tipped the men off to his location. By the closeness of his voice, Chan guessed they had to be on the same floor several yards down. "I'm positive Bin-ah, he has to be here somewhere." Chan noted that the two didn't even sound out of breath. They sounded calm, giddy.
Moving as silent as a church mouse, Chan ducked out of one of the apartment doors and climbed another flight. The fifth floor being more intact than the four below it. From what he could see all of the units still had their structure, and appliances inside. This is probably when they gave up and left the building to rot. As Chan went to open one of the unit's doors, a gasp lodged itself in his throat when the heavy metal door groaned loudly. The hinges rusted due to none use and neglect. "Fuck." Chan wailed silently to himself as he sprinted away from the door. If that didn't throw up a neon sign to his exact location, the yelp he let out as he tumbled to the floor did. In his haste to run away as quickly as he could, Chan didn't notice the other door next to it wide open, causing his should to bang against the metal loudly and send him sprawling backwards. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his should and the burning in his hands. Chan scrambled up and threw himself forward. Finding himself in a unit several apartments down. He had to hide quickly, Hyunjin and Changbin surely flying towards the noise. Inside the unit Chan noted another couch in what would have been the living room area, cherry red and leather, big enough to hide a body behind. Chan crouched down, his back facing the wall between units and listened.
A set of heavy footsteps could be heard from what he guessed was in the vicinity of the apartment door he tried to tackle and take home with him. His hand had gone back to covering his mouth, his nose flaring as he tried to catch his breath. Why could he only hear one of them? Where was the other? Had they split up to find him? The apartment complex was monstrous. There was no way they would find him if they stayed together. One of them had to have gone to the other side in search. After several minutes, the footsteps faded, and after several more minutes Chan didn't hear any other sign of life. Chan slowly released his mouth. A wave of relief caused his shoulders to sag. An equally as large feeling of disappointment wound its way through his body, he guessed they weren't going to find him. Maybe if he stayed here for another 10 minutes he'd be able to make his way back home. Even if they didn't manage to find him, Chan was still over the moon at the little taste of exploration into this specific kink he got.
So caught up in his fear and his need to hide, Chan didn't notice the gigantic whole in the wall between units directly behind him. So caught up in his thoughts he didn’t hear Hyunjin spot him while checking the unit next to him, nor did he hear him creep up behind him. Towering over him as he simply watched Chan for a moment. A big window covering one wall of the apartment allowed the moonlight to streak in, painting the space and Chan a beautiful shade of indigo. Hyunjin couldn't deny the triumph running through his veins at finding Chan, nor could he ignore how hard his cock was. It had been heavy since he saw Chan run into the apartment complex, an apartment complex he knew well, since he grew up in these very walls after all. Chan hadn't realized he unknowingly ran into Hyunjin and Changbin's childhood stomping grounds. A place they knew like the back of their hands. He was never going to escape them once he stepped inside.
Chan was still lost in thought until his veins turned to ice. The hairs on the back of his neck prickling. "Found you, pretty boy." Hyunjin was so close his breath tickled the short hairs on the back of Chan's neck. Chan screamed, his heart jumping into his throat. Flipping around Chan scrambled back, his butt hitting the floor as he dragging himself backwards. Eyes going comically wide, Chan watched as Hyunjin stood up from his squatting position. A dark glint in his eye as a beautifully manic smile slowly stretched across his face. "Look at you. Trembling and breathing so fast, like a scared little wolf pup. Cute." Hyunjin tilted his head to the side, almost like he was thinking of what to do next. Chan had barely heard what he had said, blood rushing through his ears so fast it sounded like he was underwater. A whimper slipped out before he could catch it behind his gritted teeth. "H-Hyunjin, wh-y don't you guys j-just let me g-go huh?"
"Let you go?" Hyunjin suddenly broke out in a cackle that sounded almost crazed. His eyes turned into halfmoons and he threw his head back, like Chan had just shared the funniest thing. As soon as it started, the laughter was snuffed out, Hyunjin's face going back to deadly serious. "If you really wanted us to let you go Chan-ah, why are you hard right now? Why did you run away so prettily?"
Chan's back bumped against the far wall of the living space. Hold up. When did walls feel strangely like denim? Tilting his head up, Chan can to the horrifying, and stomach swooping, realization he had unknowingly backed up into Changbin's legs. Changbin stared down at him with a cocky smirk on his face. "Aren't you going to answer Hyunjin-ah's question? Be a good boy and use your words." Another pathetic whimper slipped past Chan's lips at hearing good boy. A dizzying feeling taking over as even more blood rushed down to his already painfully hard cock.
Fuck. Chan was hard.
"M'excited I-I guess. N-never d-done this before." Hyunjin stalked closer. "You liked being chased don't you pretty boy? You like feeling the fear?"
As Hyunjin spoke he got closer until his and Chan's shoes touched, before he crouched down again and got right into Chan's face so suddenly that Chan's breath hitched. It was in this moment that Chan felt a wave of embarrassment hit him, his cheeks flushing and his ears turning red. He tried to look away from Hyunjin. Being confronted with his hidden kink so openly and bluntly made him want to hide in a hole. Flashbacks of Chan's ex-boyfriend criticizing him jumping to the forefront of his mind. Would they make fun of him? Would they judge him too? A hand grabbing a fistful of his hair caused Chan's head to snap back. Hyunjin brushed their noses together gently. "Don't hide from us. Answer me Chan-ah."
"I like it." Changbin scoffed a laugh. "Thought so."
Before Chan could form another coherent thought, Hyunjin smashed their lips together. It wasn't soft, no, this was a clash of desire in the form of lip bites and teeth. A fight for dominance that Chan easily allowed Hyunjin to win, submission coming so easily to Chan it left him gasping. Taking advantage of Chan's open mouth, Hyunjin threaded their tongues together. Hyunjin tasted like cognac and sin, fire and desire. The hand in his hair tightened, causing Chan to moan weakly. Chan's lungs burned with the lack of oxygen, but he'd gladly pass out because he had never felt this feeling before. Reckless abandon. He had always been the level head of his friends, always the one in control. Always the leader in everything and never allowed to show weakness. Maybe that's why he loved to submit so much during sex. He just wanted someone else to lead, to make him feel good. Take away his choice and choose for him.
When Chan started to sink further into Changbin's legs, Hyunjin pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
"Fuck you're perfect." Hyunjin's rough voice caused Chan's eyes to flutter open. He must have already looked spaced out because Hyunjin stared at him with a satisfied expression. Proud of himself already. "Get him on the bed Binnie."
Suddenly Chan was weightless. Changbin scooping Chan up by curling his arms underneath Chan's armpits. Although Chan was excited and unbearably hard, he thrashed and kicked, trying to get out of Changbin's hold. Instinct still making him fight even though he was panting for more. Changbin threw Chan on the queen sized mattress that had been left behind, it laid on the floor in the middle of the next room over, bare of any sheets. Chan bounced when he landed, a small "oof" leaving his kiss swollen lips. Before he could get up and scramble back, Changbin was there straddling his legs, his muscular arms coming up and claiming Chan's hands before he had the chance to push at Changbin's chest. Pinning his arms above his head, Chan was fully restrained, a frustrated groan leaving his throat as a satisfied shiver wracked through his body at the mere fact that he was completely immobile. Unable to escape even if he wanted to. It should concern him that he didn't want to escape.
"God the things we're going to do to you." Changbin's lips were suddenly on Chan's. Much like Hyunjin, this kiss wasn't anything but dominating. Changbin tugging on Chan's bottom lip and sucking on his tongue when he had moaned at the pain. Changbin nipped Chan's tongue hard enough to draw blood, the kiss turning metallic with hints of whatever peach flavored drink the man had been drinking at the club.
Pulling away, Changbin shifted so that he was now off of Chan and to the right side of him on the mattress. The man's muscular thighs spread wide near Chan's head as his arms were still pinned down. At the sound of his belt being loosened, Chan yelped in surprise. Hyunjin's slim finger's working quickly to pull down Chan's jeans and boxers in one swoop. Now fully exposed from the waist down. When the fuck had his shoes been removed? The cold air hit his throbbing cock causing him to moan, precum dripping onto his stomach. In a last ditch effort at self-preservation, Chan tried to draw his legs up towards his chest to cover himself. Hyunjin's calloused hands came to the bend of Chan's legs and forced his legs wide, his knees almost touching the mattress. A quick hard slap to each inner thigh caused Chan to shriek, the hit causing a warm feeling to bloom in his lower belly and across his thighs. "Don't you dare hide from us now pretty boy. We want to see all of you."
The filthy words caused Chan's throat to bob before he felt himself unconsciously relax his hips, his legs dropping a little wider.
"There's a good boy." A mewl left Chan's swollen lips before he could stop it, his dick twitching at the praise.
"Oh? You like being called a good boy Channie? Should've known you'd have a praise kink too." Chan opened his mouth to lie and say he didn't, however two long fingers entering his throat cut him off. Hyunjin rubbed his fingers over Chan's tongue before shoving them to the back of his throat again, causing saliva to pool in Chan's mouth and slobber all over the digits. "Jesus he doesn't even have a gag reflex." Hyunjin gasped out in surprise and wonder. A grunt from Changbin could be heard from above. Sinking deeper into the moment, Chan started to suck on Hyunjin's fingers, silently praying one of them would shove their cocks down his throat. "Fuck." Hyunjin hissed before pulling his fingers out of Chan's mouth and immediately going to his rim.
Chan shuddered violently at the warm finger's touching him in his most sensitive place. A load moan ripped from Chan as Hyunjin's finger's breached the tight ring. The sudden burn and stretch causing Chan's back to arch and his eyes to roll into the back of his head. "God you're so tight. It feels like my fingers are being suffocated." The deeper Hyunjin pushed into him, the more Chan could feel his legs begin to shake. God he was already close and Hyunjin had only pushed his fingers in to the second knuckle. It had been so long sense he slept with someone else. His array of different toys being his only reprieve when his sexual desire heated to a raging boil. Chan had been too afraid of sleeping casually with strangers, or even past boyfriends. He knew the sex would be unfulfilling, because he didn't want vanilla sex, he didn't want mild slaps on the ass or a hand around his throat squeezing gently. Chan wanted something darker, twisted, depraved even. So the mild stimulation by Hyunjin's fingers after being chased, pinned down and kissed stupid by two strangers had his vision turning white and his abdomen clenching almost painfully.
Unbeknownst to him, Chan's hips had started to buck on their own accord. His mouth hanging open as moans and slutty squeaks flew out without restraint. Feeling Changbin lean over his head, Chan's eyes fluttered open, trying to be somewhat aware of what was going on around him.
Hot breath hit the shell of his ear, Changbin nibbling on the curve before making a satisfied vocalization. "Going to cum already pretty boy? We haven't even started having fun with you."
"M'need to cum sir, p-lease!" Chan doesn't know where the title "sir" came from, nor does he know why he is asking for permission to cum. But it just felt right. Almost as if the submissive part of himself he kept locked in a small cage in the darkest crevice of his mind had been unleashed, fully taking over. "Sir, c-can I cum please? PLEASE!" The last please pitched several octaves higher due to Hyunjin's fingers brushing against Chan's prostate. "Mmm found it." Hyunjin's voice was deeper than before, but the excitement in his tone was unmistakable.
Chan felt Changbin grip his jaw roughly, his hands still being restrained by one of Changbin's. "Cum."
As soon as the words registered, Chan's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his back arched completely off the bed. A loud drawn out moan caused Chan's vocal cords to strain as he came untouched. His cock twitching and sending his load high up his chest, getting on Changbin's hand. His body twitching violently as Hyunjin worked him through his orgasm. "T-too m-uch, hy-ung." Chan's words were slightly muffled due to Changbin still holding onto Chan's jaw. "Sensitive already? Be a good boy and take it."
The oversensitivity caused his walls to flutter around Hyunjin's fingers while his semi-hard cock twitched with renewed life. Changbin rubbed Chan's cum that had landed on his hand against Chan's plump lips, making him taste himself. Chan's tongue lulled out, wanting to be good for both men.
"Bin-ah, give him something to do with that slutty mouth of his." A third finger being introduced had Chan tensing slightly, his mouth dropping in a gasp at the sudden stretch. God Hyunjin's fingers were so big. It almost felt like a cock was entering him. "Fucking finally, I was going to lose my mind if I didn't start playing with him too." Changbin's hands left Chan to frantically loosen his belt and unbutton his pants. Once Chan felt the pressure on his hands leave, Chan's hands immediately tried to go down to Hyunjin's, whether to push him away of push his hand deeper, he wasn't sure.
A sudden crack lit up the space, Chan's face jerking to the side. Changbin had slapped him, hard. Liquid heat bled onto Chan's face from the spot of contact and spread outward, making his whole face warm. It wasn't hard enough to split his lip, but it definitely was hard enough to leave a mark. At the throb of the handprint surely now on Chan's fare skin, Chan moaned.
"God you're a pain slut too?"
"Keep your hands where I left them, don't make me have to tell you again."
Changbin and Hyunjin's voices blended together, one in awe and the other growling. The next second Chan was raising his hands back up above his head and grabbing the mattress edge behind him. The submissive in him looking to Changbin with big teary eyes, looking for approval. "That's a good boy, so good and compliant for us." Chan preened at the praise, his body started to rock slightly at the force of Hyunjin working his hole open.
It was then that Chan noted that Changbin had pulled his pants down enough for his cock to spring free and oh my god. Changbin was about average length but he was thick, the man's hand barely able to clamp around it. A thick vein was seen running from the base to the underside of the tip. Pre-cum leaking from the slit causing the head to shine. Changbin gave his cock a couple rough tugs before scooting closer to Chan's head. Saliva pooled in Chan's mouth at the thought of the weight on his tongue. Surely he wouldn't be able to fit all of that in his mouth. "Open up slut." Changbin tapped the heavy head against Chan's pillow soft lips. Right before Chan could open his mouth, that was when Hyunjin purposefully jammed into his prostate causing Chan to scream out. Right when his mouth fell open, Changbin shoved his dick inside Chan's mouth. The man groaning roughly. At the unexpected intrusion Chan gagged, his head jerking back on instinct. Changbin's hand came to the back of Chan's head and threaded his fingers through the strands, preventing him from going back any further.
Taking a moment to center himself, Chan let his tongue poke out and swipe against the underside of Changbin's length as the man built up a momentum of short thrusts. Chan's jaw burned at having to be unhinged. This was the biggest dick he's ever seen or had in his mouth. The feeling of being filled in both holes, caused Chan to get a heady feeling, dizziness making him feel like he was floating. This is what he's always wanted, and he planned to take advantage of it. Chan willed his throat to relax and slowly started bobbing his head to meet Changbin's thrusts. His cheeks hollowing on the way out, his tongue swirling around the head before opening his mouth wide and allowing the man to touch the back of his throat. "F-fuck. Nngh good boy, shit." Changbin was growling and moaning as Chan worked him. Chan looked up at Changbin through his lashes and what he saw caused his dick to twitch and his walls to clamp down on Hyunjin's fingers.
Changbin's cheeks had flushed bright red, a crazed look in his dark brown eyes. Sweat had caused Changbin's hair to start to stick to his forehead. When their eyes locked, Chan did the most unhinged and confident thing he could think of in a situation such as this. He winked up at Changbin.
Chan swore he heard the man's restraint above him snap. The hand in his hair tightened, causing beautiful pain to start to radiate, a loud grunt was heard before Changbin roughly snapped his hips forward. Shoving his entire length inside of Chan's throat. Chan's eyes bulged feeling his nose bump against the man's soft pubic hair at the base of his cock. Changbin set a brutal pace, using Chan's mouth as his personal sex toy as he fucked Chan's throat without a care if Chan was getting enough oxygen or not. Just as Chan's eyes started to flutter closed, lack of oxygen making the corners of the room blur to black. Hyunjin's voice cracked like a whip, "Bin-ah."
The authority in Hyunjin's voice could be felt physically. The man didn't yell, but the threat laced in his firm tone made Changbin tense. Suddenly Changbin pulled his dick out of Chan's throat enough for him to take a full, ragged breath. Chan whimpered at the loss, his mind floating somewhere not fully present. "Sorry .. I get a little .. carried away sometimes." Changbin chuckled halfheartedly before resuming his pace, but giving Chan more moments to take breaths before shoving his cock back in to the hilt. It seemed although both men were dominate in their own right, Hyunjin was the one running the show. The taller radiating an energy that caused Chan's lower belly to flutter.
"F-fuck I'm gunna cum. You going to swallow all of me pretty boy?" Changbin's breath was a fast pant, his hips starting to stutter. Chan choppily nodded his head the best he could before doubling his efforts; swiping his tongue along the underside of Changbin's cock and twisting his head slightly as the man exited his throat. With a loud growl, Changbin shoved fully inside Chan's mouth before ropes of cum could be felt sliding down the back of his throat. Chan's muffled moan filled the room as he felt the man's member twitch against his tongue. Chan was so focused on trying to swallow all of Changbin, he didn’t notice Hyunjin stripping himself from the waist down, nor did he notice the man line himself up with Chan's desperate hole. As soon as Changbin started pulling his softening dick out of Chan's abused mouth, Hyunjin bullied his cock inside. The sudden intrusion, along with the eye rolling stretch caused Chan to scream. His back arching violently off the bed.
Hyunjin was big, definitely bigger than Changbin, not as thick as Changbin but thick enough for there still to be a stretch even after the man's fingers worked him open. The room spun, Chan squeezed his eyes shut causing white dots to flash behind his eyelids. Chan's hands snapped down to attempt to push on Hyunjin's slim waist, the pleasure and pain being almost unbearable, too much too quick. Hands snatched his wrists up, Changbin using his belt to secure Chan's hands together before bringing them back above his head. "S'too much! Ngh .. I can't take it I can't take it!"
Chan thrashed his head from side to side as Hyunjin continued to bully his cock into his fluttering hole. "Shut the fuck up and take it. Take all of me." Hyunjin's breath was ragged, the man's long locks sticking to his forehead and around the nape of his neck. "Look at you opening up for me, fuck how are you still so tight." When Hyunjin finally bottomed out, Chan gasped. He felt Hyunjin almost to his belly button. The feeling of being so deliciously filled almost had Chan cumming on himself and the man had done nothing but fill him. Chan had never felt like this. It almost felt out of body, his head still swimming from the throat fucking. His breaths were coming out in small puffs, his thighs trembling on either side of Hyunjin.
Hyunjin looked up at Chan, a depraved glint shining bright in the man's eyes that stole the remaining oxygen in the room. A crazed smile broke out along the man's face. "We're going to have so much fun with you."
As he was talking Hyunjin withdrew from Chan until only the tip remained, before slamming his hips forward and filling Chan to the hilt once more. Chan's mouth dropped open and the sound that left him would have him rolling around in embarrassment later. Hyunjin's pace was unforgiving. Full bodied thrusts that punched out moans and gasps from Chan without his consent. Chan watched as Hyunjin pulled a blue packet from seemingly out of thin air, ripping it open with his teeth as he maintained a pace that had Chan's head lolling to the side and drooling slightly as he could do nothing but take it. Chan watched as Hyunjin pours the thick liquid right where they were connected, it was lube. The added fluid causing obscene squelching sounds to fill the abandoned space. Hyunjin's eyebrows furrowed in concentration as the glide gave him the opportunity to somehow quicken his pace. Suddenly Changbin grabbed Chan below both ankles and drew them towards himself, opening up Chan for the man. This caused Hyunjin's angle to change so he was rutting along Chan's prostate with sickening precision.
The rough friction caused Chan's eyes to roll back into his head as he screamed. If astral projection was real, Chan was sure he had just achieved it. Chan felt as if he were floating, jolts of electric currents zipping up from where he and Hyunjin connected and branching out to every nerve ending he possessed. The pleasure becoming overwhelming enough to have Chan attempting to squirm away from Hyunjin, whilst simultaneously pushing his hips down to meet every thrust. The cliff towards ecstasy was hurling towards him so quickly it brought tears to the corner of Chan's eyes. Tears escaping before he could even think of stopping them. "M'need to cum p-lease. Needtocumneedtocumneedtocum!" Chan's words were a jumbled mess as Hyunjin continued to use his hole. Hyunjin leaned down and began to mark Chan's skin with teeth and hickies all over his chest and neck, the only words Chan was able to make out were so good and so tight for me. Chan wasn't paying attention to what Hyunjin was saying, the man continuing to beg for release as all of his focus zeroed in on not spilling without permission. "You want to cum pretty boy?" Changbin's whispered, the voice by his ear snapped him back to reality. Chan whimpered pathetically before sobbing pleas began pouring from his mouth. Changbin cooed at Chan before kissing him deeply, their tongues swirling together in a dance that had Chan's walls tightening around Hyunjin causing the man to grunt in appreciation.
Changbin broke the kiss to glance at Hyunjin, the latter's pace growing sloppy and frantic, the man laser focused on chasing his own pleasure. Changbin leaned back over Chan so their lips ghosted over one another, "Cum."
As if Hyunjin heard Changbin's words, the man snapped his hips against Chan's one final time before ropes of cum filled Chan deep inside. Hyunjin moaning loudly. Chan's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the feeling, and that is what pushed him over the edge along with Changbin's words. Chan's vision went white as he felt his release shoot up to the underside of his chin. A scream caused his ears to ring, not realizing it was him that was yelling. The orgasm stealing his awareness and causing him to float before sinking into a sea of black. Chan's limbs tingled as he panted to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered open to witness Hyunjin and Changbin sharing a passionate kiss above him, Hyunjin still seated snuggly inside of him. Chan felt his limbs melt into the mattress before his heavy lids slipped closed, the world fading to black as he drifted off.
When Chan finally came too, it was to the midday sun streaming through his window in his room. His room? Chan shot upright before a yelp tore out of him. How the hell did he get home? Who changed him? Was it all a dream? Chan moved slightly around in his bed, his limbs protesting violently. He groaned softly at the soreness coursing through seemingly everywhere all at once. Chan rubbed at his eyes hard enough for colorful dots to sprinkle behind his lids. He gasped at the slight bruising around his wrists from Changbin's belt. Okay, so it wasn't a dream. Shifting further up his bed to lean against his headboard, Chan felt the obvious signs that he had been penetrated, his hole feeling used and abused. Yeah, definitely not a dream. But how did he get home? Did Hyunjin and Changbin drop him off last night? What had happened after he passed out. Chan's body heated in a full body blush. Embarrassed at the realization that he had been fucked so thoroughly he literally passed out.
Dragging himself to the bathroom to shower, Chan stared at his naked body in the mirror. Numerous love bites and bite mark shaped bruises were littered all of his neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, and even his inner thighs. Chan smiled to himself, his ears bright red as he quickly showered and got himself together.
With a lightness in his steps, Chan made himself to the living room to see his roommates Jeongin and Seungmin playing video games. Sinking into the armchair next to them, Chan released a content sigh. Seungmin glanced over at him quickly, a knowing smirk coming across his face. "So ugh, how do you know Hyunjin?" At the mention of the man, Chan felt his cheeks heat as his shoulders tensed. There's no way. "Oh, I met him at Felix's birthday party yesterday. Ran into him a the club." Chan suddenly found the bookshelf across the room to be rather interesting. "Ugh huh. There a reason he brought you home last night? Also, is there a reason you look like you got mauled by an animal?" At the last comment, Jeongin peaked at Chan only to do a double take. The younger's fox like eyes going comically large. "Hyung, oh my fucking god. Who tried to eat you?" At the naïve comment Chan busted out laughing. He knew his face was beet red due to the amount of heat it was radiating.
"I don’t know what you're talking about." At Chan's chosen ignorance, Seungmin scoffed whilst Jeongin narrowed his eyes at him. Both men huffing before muttered "whatever's" were heard. Their gaming resumed as Chan watched on lazily. His mind and body still seemingly floating in the unknown fuzzy place it had drifted to last night.
His phone chiming pulled him away from the Mario Kart game his roommates were arguing about. Jeongin claiming Seungmin was cheating and not playing fair.
At the name of the texter, Chan choked on his spit, his hand going out to tell the boys he was okay as he coughed loudly. He must be losing his mind. Peeping at his phone again, Chan couldn't help the butterflies taking flight in his stomach.
Hyunjin
I hope you slept well pretty boy. Changbin and I know we were kind of rough so we didn't want to wake you.
Chan
Ugh, hey! Yeah I slept really good. How did you get my number? I don't remember giving it to you.
Hyunjin
I stole it off your phone while you were sleeping, duh (:
Chan didn't know whether to be slightly scared or flattered at the fact Hyunjin took his number in order to text him the next day. A very large, and slightly delusional, part of him couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face. He was definitely flattered.
Hyunjin
Changbin and I want to know if you want to see us again?
Hyunjin
Maybe tomorrow?
If Chan were still in his room he would be rolling around squealing. He was very aware of Seungmin looking at him every now and then with a suspicious look on his face. But Chan couldn't help the goofy smile that had found its place on his face. His heart fluttering. Usually Chan wouldn't be into, well, any of this. But the way Hyunjin and Changbin opened a door that Chan thought would never be opened and explore, let alone embraced, made him want to see where this would go. Something deep within him was telling him to go for it, to let himself experience and be spontaneous. With a new found confidence to dive head first into the unknown, Chan typed his reply.
Chan
I'd love to.