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Sometimes his teeth get in the way and graze on the skin, but he tries his best still. The sound of Sungyeol’s quickened breaths and little moans has the warmth in the pit of his stomach growing hotter with each moment. Myungsoo’s free hand moves from Sungyeol’s thigh to cup his balls, basically throwing himself entirely into this task before him without a care in the world It’s painfully obvious that he’s not experienced, yet it’s going pretty good so far from what he can gauge.

As Sungyeol’s cock presses against the inside of his cheek, there are tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes. He keeps his gaze steady and fixed. Myungsoo doesn’t know what exactly drove him to do something as crazy as this, but he relaxes his throat and finally takes the man’s length in as deep as he can. He should have known it’s not something first-timers should do, because when it hits the back of his throat, he gags and has to pull off with a quickly mumbled ‘sorry’ after.

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(` the window closes with a soft click and neither of them have to deal with the chill air that kept seeping in. myungsoo shuffles over to the table and watches with no small amount of amusement as sungyeol quickly has everything sorted out. this definitely isn’t something myungsoo would have pegged the other as capable of doing, and it’s quite nice to be proven wrong this time. ) why, thank you. what would i do without my prince charming? (` a soft laugh escapes his lips as he takes a seat. there’s kimbap and chicken and it smells pretty damn good. myungsoo’s stomach growls insistently, chopsticks already itching to dig in. ) did you make this? it doesn't look store-bought.

/* sungyeol simply snorts when myunsoo’s stomach growls and picks up the take-out bags before entering his apartment via window. he wastes no time in taking them out , arranging it on the table and as he finishes setting up , Sungyeol can’t seem to think but how domestic this all seems. there’s a pull in his gut at the thought but like all feelings associated with it, he ignores it. instead he turns around and pulls myungsoo towards the table */ and here is the royal banquet for my princess, I do hope it is enough to satisfy you /* he teases but the smile on his lips is a gentle gesture */ 

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He can’t help but stare. Sungyeol is pretty well-hung, isn’t he? Myungsoo definitely can’t fit it all into his mouth. A little giggle slips past his lips and he glances up at the man, meeting his gaze steadily for someone who isn’t drunk, but not entirely sober either.

His thumbs rub little circles into the inside of Sungyeol’s thighs, slowly creeping their way up higher and higher until he pushes those legs open wider so he can settle comfortably between them. Perhaps, he will regret this in the morning, but he’ll deal with that when the time comes. No amount of reading would ever have prepared him for this moment.

Myungsoo wraps his fingers around the base of Sungyeol’s cock, giving it a few pumps before he leans forward to brush his lips over the tip of it and suck lightly, trying his best to do what he thinks will feel good. His eyes are screwed shut, cheeks flaming as he boldly takes more and more of Sungyeol’s length between his lips and into his warm mouth, tongue pressed against the underside of it as he starts bobbing his head up and down. The tightening grip in his hair is a sign that he’s doing something right, right?

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Myungsoo knows he is in trouble. A lot of trouble. More trouble than he can handle on a normal basis. He can see it in the other student’s eyes that is beyond pissed off, and he looks as though he could strangle Myungsoo right then and there. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mea-”

He really should have seen it coming. There’s a painful crack and thud as a fist comes crashing into the side of his face. The other guy might be smaller, but he really packs one hell of a punch. Myungsoo barely even has time to comprehend what has happened to him before he lifts his gaze to see a very angry and fuming man standing over him. He didn’t know when it happened exactly, but his legs had given way to have him landing unceremoniously on the ground.

A very colourful bruise is already blooming across his cheek, and no amount of cream or concealer is going to hide it. Myungsoo’s eyes are wide, and he can feel tears welling up in the corners from the eyes because shit, it hurts. He kind of just sits there for a good few moments, too stunned to do anything else. If he had been half asleep before, he certainly isn’t now. This is quite the wake-up call.

Myungsoo shakily pushes himself back onto his feet, though he makes sure to shuffle back a few steps to put some distance between himself and this lunatic. “I-I’m really sorry,” he whispers weakly, something like a last-ditch attempt to appease the angry student.

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but the brat is just standing there, not even doing anything to clean up. or apologize. why isn’t he on the ground begging for forgiveness?

mrs kim is full of shit, because when jihoon steps forward and drives his knuckles into the boy’s cheek, all he sees is red and his heart swells with satisfaction.

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Kihyun’s voice was a little muffled, like someone had already thrown the sheets over Myungsoo’s head. It was a little difficult to make out the words, but he could tell that the man really didn’t want him to slip away like this. He really wanted to reassure his friend, to tell him that it was totally fine and he was just going to rest for a little bit, but honestly, Myungsoo didn’t quite believe those words himself. So he forced his eyes open, even if it was just a little crack.

It was really obvious how hard Kihyun was crying now, and if Myungsoo did manage to make it to morning, he’d feel terrible about it. He mustered up whatever strength he had left (it wasn’t much) to close his hand into a loose fist. The pain from all his various wounds had long since faded away into a sort of numbness. It must have been quite a sight, to see Kihyun with all his equipment, trying to save someone’s life. Too bad Myungsoo was too busy having an out of body experience to register anything that was happening around him. It kind of felt like he was looking down at himself, watching but not really understanding.

This would definitely be an experience to add to his list of great experiences, if he lived to tell the tale, but now, all Myungsoo wanted to do was get all this over and done with, and just sleep, but he knew he had to hang in there, otherwise Kihyun would, lightly put, freak out, and Myungsoo didn’t want that.

Myungsoo shifted his gaze to meet Kihyun’s. He didn’t know what his friend would be able to see in his almost-lifeless eyes, but he hoped it was a sign that he was hearing him.

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The nurse had so much tension that he shouted on top of his own lungs, forgetting that the latter had to be treated with care and not fear. “I-i’m sorry… please stay up, you can’t be tired, I can’t allow it, okay? Later you can, don’t sleep… I don’t want you to sleep because…”

Tears again pooled, making his eyes gleam like a crystal, blurry at the same time, inaudible words being mouthed from his lips. “…it might be your last if you do.”

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(` it obviously isn’t just for his empty stomach, as hungry as it was. sharing these kisses with sungyeol is probably the most delightful thing he has done in a long, long time. myungsoo's lips find a nice rhythm against sungyeol's as he lets his body melt into the man's embrace which is warm and comforting. sometimes myungsoo wonders if he’s letting himself get in too deep, but even with all the doubts, he is pretty sure he could do this for a long time, but a loud, long growl from his stomach has him pulling away as his cheeks warm up far faster than they should. ) sorry... it just smells really good.

/* there’s a funny feeling in his chest, something sungyeol can’t name but as with anything, his first instinct is to ignore it. He doesn’t seem to catch what Myungsoo says either, just a muffled sentence but what he makes out of it, makes a smile tug on his lips.*/ oh? this is just for your empty stomach then? Oh you wound me /* when he feels the press of lips against his own, he can’t help but cup the other’s face and return the kiss with much fervor. Kissing Myungsoo had become one of his favorite things in a short amount of time */  

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At the mere mention of food, Myungsoo’s stomach growled as if on cue. Hopefully, no one had heard it. Other than the piece of toast he’d had for breakfast in the morning, nothing else had gone into his stomach today. Mostly because the boy had been too timid to venture down to the cafeteria on his own, where all the older kids and cliques congregated at lunch time.

“Food... Yeah! I’m kinda hungry,” he admitted. He looked up sharply in surprise , wondering if he’d heard it right. Sungjong was actually going to treat him? Or rather, it seemed Myungsoo should start calling him ‘hyung’ now. He stumbled forward a little bit when he felt the weight on arm suddenly thrown around his shoulders. Strangely, he didn’t feel the need to shake it off like he would normally have done with other people, even with all the other students giving them the stink eye as they walked out of the class and down the corridors. What was their problem, really? Myungsoo was a student, just like the rest of them.

“Where should we go to eat?” It was a genuine question, because Myungsoo wasn’t familiar with the neighbourhood around the school. There would always be the favourite hangouts of students, probably at a shopping mall of some sort near the school which would be filled with students at the end of each school day. Now that he had someone to call a friend, it would be nice to get to explore the area. “You should probably lead the way...”

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“Let’s have some food, yes? Hyung will treat you.” Having a little chuckle rolling over his lips, Sungjong placed one arm around the younger’s small shoulders. Of course, all eyes were on them but it wasn’t something Sungjong wanted to pay attention to as long as they wouldn’t do anything funny.

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Tomorrow morning? Would he even make it through the hour, let alone make it to morning? He didn’t have any strength to voice that thought out though, so he kept those little doubts to himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust in Kihyun’s abilities, but he was afraid that his damaged body was beyond those abilities. The most major wound was the one in his shoulder, but Myungsoo knew he had lost way too much blood in the trip from his prison to Kihyun’s house. He couldn’t quite see his life flashing before his eyes just yet though.

Each word he spoke burned in his chest, but at least it was something to distract him from the pain in the rest of his body. “I really.. that place... down the street,” he managed to say between wheezes. Myungsoo was sure he had made Kihyun go there with him that one time, that barbecue place a few bus stops away from here. He always tried to make the other come with him whenever he wanted to go to new places or try new things. The food there wasn’t even that great, but somehow or rather, Myungsoo had ended up laughing so hard at something the other guy had said that he’d snorted his Coke right up his nose. It was a good time then, and it was the first place that came to mind.

“Moving... Moving in is nice.” If he thought about it, it really wasn’t a bad idea. He spent half his time bothering Kihyun anyway. It would be like living with that brother he always wanted but never had. When he squinted a little, he thought he could see a wet shine in Kihyun’s eyes. Why was he crying? Myungsoo managed a faint smile. He really shouldn’t, but he was feeling rather sleepy, and he didn’t know for how much longer he would be able o keep his eyes open. Surely, it wouldn’t matter if he closed his eyes for just a few, short seconds. 

He wondered if Kihyun was going to be done soon, or maybe he had a lot more cuts on him than he thought. If he looked to the side to the floor beside him, he could see a lot of bloody cloths and tissues. Was that all from him? Wow. “Wake me up in a bit... I’m not gonna die... just... tired.”

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“You’ll be okay, okay? We’ll get you your favorite food, and if you want, we can move in together in one place~ Think of the sun… the skies… the moon… the flowers– Think of anything– just don’t fall asleep, hmm?” his earlier calm demeanor broke, his frantic side slowly showing, as he remembers the sight of his mother in the morgue, with him nothing to do but weep. Yet this boy, holding onto him, he has the chance to keep alive, hell it would be to let go. 

“You’ll be okay, just don’t fall asleep, h-hmm?” he stuttered, wiping the 6th open wound by the latter, checking on his temperature briefly with his hand, a fever, the boy is very warm. 

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He stares up at the ceiling, knowing that he will look in the mirror tomorrow and really see just how much of a mark Sungyeol has left on him. He likes the feeling though, of the man sucking on his skin in the most intimate ways. Even the kisses, oh, especially the kisses, are addicting.

The words had gone spilling out of his mouth before Myungsoo could control himself, and it may not be the most brilliant of ideas, but he isn’t even sure if he will ever see this man ever again after this night, so he’s thinking why the hell not?

And that is how Myungsoo ends up on his knees, between Sungyeol’s legs. He’s already working the button and zipper on the other’s trousers before he pulls them off in one quick motion, not bothering to wait for any reply. He looks up, but his hands don’t stop roaming. Myungsoo hooks his fingers in the hem of the other’s underwear and pulls down slowly, licking his lips as he goes. 

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It was all very vague and ambiguous, but Myungsoo thought he understood what Key was trying to do here. The things he had said earlier had somehow struck a chord within his captor, and managed to play on his sympathy enough that he was willing to let him go.

Of course, it was naive of Myungsoo to think that he would release him just like that.

An intense, searing pain scorched right through his left shoulder, and it ripped a scream right from his already bruised throat and dry lips. Myungsoo had never felt such pain before, not even when he’d broken his finger that one time he’d fallen down the stairs too hard in pre school. This was of course, comparatively, a lot worse. It didn’t help that the man was purposefully sinking it slowly into his flesh, making sure to draw out as much of his screams as possible.

Myungsoo could have blacked out right then and there just from the sight of his own blood spilling out of his wound through the cut flesh. He felt like throwing up, and could barely pick up on the next few words that Key was saying. The boy could only watch as the man calmly left the room, nonchalant about it all. His captor may have been sympathetic for a few moments, but he was still a cold bastard.

For a brief, sickening moment as the door behind Key closed, Myungsoo thought he would hear the click of a lock. Thankfully, that moment never came, and the door was left ever so slightly ajar. He waited a good few moments, listening carefully past the drip drip of his blood onto the floor, before he made his move.

He stumbled over to the door. The door swung open easily enough, and the corridor was empty outside. Key had stayed true to his word.

Myungsoo silently prayed, to whoever might be listening, that he wouldn’t bleed out before he got out of this place. He was at the end of a very long hallway, so there was really only one way to go. He had a place in mind already, and hopefully there would be help there. Blurry vision, weak knees and all, Myungsoo staggered the rest of the way out.

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they could have lived a normal life, far awayfrom those gangs and what not, unlike kibum who never had a chance tochange his life but they chose the wrong path and that was what madehim angry at some point. he – who had always been longing for anice life – had never given a chance and those who had everythingwere just throwing it in the trash. life wasn’t fair. it had neverbeen fair to him.

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to do;  @rsxkiko (starter) kibum (end) @rsxtaemin @rsxsungjong

waiting;  @rsxsungyeol (2) @rsxkihyun @rsxcyrus @rsxmino @rsxdaehyun @rsxjinki @rsxjoohyun

plotting w;  @rsxseongbin @rsxminki @rsxkibum

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(` he lets out a soft snort. myungsoo is no damsel in distress, but he supposes that he wouldn’t mind if sungyeol is the other side to that story. ) if you take care of me, and i take care of you, there won’t be a problem then. (` he says it matter of factly, his voice muffled slightly as he buries his nose further into sungyeol’s chest to seek solace from the bite of the chilly wind on his cheeks, at least until the other pulls away. myungsoo looks up, and remembers the text he’d received earlier. he feigns resignation and can’t help but tease a little. ) ... for the sake of my empty stomach, i do what i must. (` it feels natural now, to just tilt his head back and press a kiss to sungyeol’s lips. )

ah so i did save a damsel in distress then? never thought i’d be the knight in shining armor kind of person /* he nuzzles the top of myungsoo’s head , a pleasant feeling taking over because of the other’s arms around his waist */ this is the part where i should say you should take care of yourself but then again i’m gonna sound like a hypocrite /* it just slips out of his mouth really, sungyeol doesn’t realize it until seconds later but he brushes it off. instead, he pulls away from the younger and grins at him */ i’ll tell you but you have to give me what i asked for first , that’s the only way i’m telling you or else this is going to the trash can below your fire exit.