After some careful consideration, I have decided to pose this storyline to my readers so as to test if this sounds like an interesting plot line. I will keep some of the details of the stories private so as to protect my idea but I'd really like to get my readers opinions.

Please vote!

• Jaejoong met Yunho when he was 19 and Yunho was 27.
• They dated for almost two years.
• Jaejoong became pregnant, and found out his condition just weeks after the relationship ended due to Yunho's infidelity.
• Jaejoong goes back to Yunho. Hoping to salvalge the relationship for the sake of the child.
• When he is 8 months pregnant, Jaejoong and Yunho get in a huge physical fight when Yunho comes home drunk.
• To protect his unborn baby, and now afraid of Yunho, Jaejoong leaves; deciding to raise the child on his own.
• 18 years pass: During that time Jaejoong gets married to another man and bears 2 more children (another boy and a girl)
• A year ago, Jaejoong's current husband decides that he is no longer happy in the marriage and decides to end the relationship.
• 3 months before his eldest son's 18th birthday, Jaejoong's husband moves out without a word. Abondoning him and the kids.
• Jaejoong is unemployed, having been a stay-at-home mom during the entire length of the marriage, and is left with a mere $5 in his bank account when his husband disappears without even a goodbye.
• He struggles to make ends meet, doing every menial and degrading job he can possible get (often times under the table -getting paid in cash) but its never enough. Jaejoong is in debt and struggling just to keep his head above water and food on the table while trying to raise the three kids and helping the two littlest ones cope with their father "not loving them anymore"

• A month before the eldest child's birthday, Jaejoong recieves a call from Yunho unexpectedly asking about the boy's graduation.
• Without even thinking, Jaejoong invites Yunho (who had been living overseas the entire time his son was growing up) to come to Korea to see their son walk the stage and get his diploma. Going so far as to offer him a place to stay in his home while he is there.
• Hoping to reconnect with his son that he hadn't seen since the day of his birth at the hospital, and Jaejoong, Yunho accepts Jaejoong's offer.
• He comes to Korea and meets with his son. While the soon-to-be-an-adult son is weary of Yunho -in no way trusting of the man the has never known- Jaejoong treats Yunho respectfully, and thoughtfully...seemingly like the good old days.
• Jaejoong's behavior begins to make Yunho think that there is an opportunity to undo some of their tragic past and decides to make the effort to get Jaejoong to open up to him again. He had never forgotten Jaejoong, the love that they once had, or the terrible things he had said and done. Regret and heartache had plagued him for the past 18 years and he begins to hope for that second chance he had always dreamed of.
• Yunho tries to win Jaejoong back, all the while trying to balance his relationship with his estranged son and the life he left behind (overseas).

As you guys know, I never write MPREG; but this story...I really want to tell if the fans will listen. I wont lie to. The plot points listed above are NOT fiction. This story is based on MY REAL LIFE.

#HeLeft3MonthsAGO

Thanks for reading. I look forward to your answers.

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Title - Together
Author - kyoselflove
Rating - R
Chapter - 1/1
Genre - AU, Angst
Warnings - Rape, Incest.
Pairings - Miyavi/Toshiya
Summary - Every time he woke up, his eyes would land on the photo next to his futon. Reminding him of a past life, genuine happiness leaking from the smiles from him and his family. It had only been taken a few years ago, but now everything had changed.
Disclaimer - I am not affiliated with the bands or band members. This is a mere product of my imagination, none of this is true.
Notes - Monthly challenge for jrockyaoi.  A short experimental fic.

Your hands held my wrists above my head, my stomach pressed up against the wall, your hot heavy breath gasping in short intervals.

Your excitement was evident. 

Every time he woke up, his eyes would land on the photo next to his futon.  Reminding him of a past life, genuine happiness leaking from the smiles from him and his family.  It had only been taken a few years ago, but now everything had changed. The moonlight glared off the glass, obscuring his face underneath the glossy surface.

Often he would awake in the middle of the night.  Pain radiated from his backside, he thought it would numb after awhile, but it was always the same.

He outstretched his legs, toes touching the cool surface of the floor.  A hand grabbed him, pulling his body back into the embrace of his brother.  “Toshiya, stay.”  Toshiya didn’t move a muscle; body aching and still, he let his brother bring him closer, holding him.

“Miyavi, please—“ You cut me off, claiming my lips, biting them, eager for a taste.  Your pent up energy; had you planned this all along?

To my surprise, I found no taste of booze from your mouth.

And he let the aftermath sink in, clouding his judgment, his rights.  His will.

Was this wrong or was it right?

Making sure to keep your lips busy; silencing my own.  Your hands traveled down my body; feeling, searching.  I refused to acknowledge what they were truly doing.

Soft snores beside him let the tension slip away from his frame, trying to relax in the tight hold.  Toshiya stared ahead at the bare wall, listening to his brother’s breathing.

Tomorrow he would become his passive self, just a copy. Fitting in, moving along with society as one should.  Keeping his dark life away from curious eyes.

Your hands tugged down my flannel pajama pants, groping for my naked flesh.  Lips moved away from mine, taking the chance, I began to scream in fright.  The end result; you bashing my head against the wall.

No one would come anyways.

Like every morning, Toshiya routinely woke up before his brother, readying himself for the day.  Once he cleaned up, Toshiya would make breakfast for Miyavi.  None for himself, if he did, it would end up coming back up soon after.

Sitting at the quaint table, Toshiya placed the plate of food across from him, in front of the open seat.  Waiting.

Every passing second, a piece of myself withered away. Giving you the satisfaction you wanted.

You had me on my stomach, on your bed.  Right there behind me, you on your knees, eyeing my body.  Hands squeezing my sides.

Our parents, I thought of them.  Happily miles and miles away.

Miyavi stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his face and yawning into his hand.  So ordinary.

Seeing the plate, Miyavi sat down and began to eat.  Whilst having a mouth full of food, his brother spoke, “Thanks, baby.”

There had been a time where the nickname had made him scrunch up his shoulders, as if ready to be hit again.  But that was in the past, Toshiya had been trained now.

He smiled.

The moment you entered me for the first time, I cried into the mattress.  My body forcibly rejecting your entry.  Yet you continued on to thrust either way.

“It’s okay, baby.”  You grunted out.

It didn’t matter.

That night I lost my voice.                  

“It’s okay, baby.”  His brother’s voice brought him out of his daze.  That had been happening a lot more than he had liked.  Looking down, he saw a shattered plate and his hand had a cut, blood making its way out.  Little droplets of red hitting the tile.

Miyavi knelt down to clean up the broken porcelain.  Taking a step back, Toshiya stared.  Eyes upon one broken shard.

When had it slipped away?

Feeling nothing but soaked sheets, I closed my eyes, willing it all to be gone when I re-opened them.

You stayed.

You held me.

You never left me alone again.  Forever you would plague me.

Stopping in front of the school, Miyavi gave him a wave before leaving.  Toshiya tried to walk without a limp, but it became tiresome and he just let it slide.  Avoiding their lingering eyes.  Let it be.

Class had become a chore.  Much of the lectures never even made it to his ears as his mind wandered elsewhere.  Always going, keeping busy.

No one; pay no mind.  They let him be.

There I sat in the tub, letting the hot water redden my skin, sink into my sore muscles.  Only to tense right up when you would rub a washcloth over my tainted flesh.

“Toshiya…” You started. 

Still curious, I wish you would finish what you wanted to say.

Your fingers brushed over my lips, trailing the split of crusted tissue.  You knew.

You took everything from me.

Silenced.

The date on the chalkboard had him spacing out.  Toshiya hadn’t even realized.  Today, four years ago.  A day that had changed everything and a night that had brought mourning.  Not only had his virginity had been taken away; their parents had died.  Leaving him to an endless fight with Miyavi, filled with pain and regret.

Toshiya’s teacher met his clouded eyes—before he looked away—Toshiya saw the concern.  Did his teacher know?

Did anyone?

Hearing the phone ring, I knew that it wouldn’t bring good news.  Seeing your natural expression turn dark only confirmed it. In that long, agonizing moment, I felt for you.  Like I had before all this.

I opened my mouth to express, but nothing came out.

You shook your head and hung up the phone. 

You and I were alone, together.

At home, Toshiya waited for his brother to come home from work.  The extent of his activities were cleaning, schoolwork, and then sitting there.  Staring at the door.  Again, waiting.

Losing his grip on sanity, time seemed to go by quicker.  In no time at all, Miyavi walked through the door, a grin making its way across his brother’s face.

“Did you have a good day today, baby?” Coming closer, Miyavi placed a hand underneath his chin, grip tight, asserting him.  “Well?”

Giving a gentle smile, Toshiya nodded and placed a light kiss to his brother’s hand.

Maybe one day I would come to enjoy these encounters.  Sometimes I found myself enjoying the warmth coming from your body.

It made my stomach churn.

On rare nights, Miyavi would go out.  Leaving Toshiya alone in their small apartment.  At eighteen, he had no interests, no hobbies.  Every moment he breathed for his brother.  Without him, Toshiya always remained in the living room, eyes on the door.

This time, Miyavi came home drunk.

Standing close, I could smell the alcohol on your breath.  I knew not to test you, submitting.  On my knees before you…

I let you take me again.

You always were angry.

Taking a step towards his brother, Toshiya kissed him on the cheek.  Hopeful for no reprimand.  There was another aroma surrounding Miyavi; sex.

A pang to his chest rattled his heart.  Making him move back, eyes searching his brother for an explanation.  In which he didn’t receive one.

Miyavi kept his hands to himself, passing out on the couch.

One night, I watch you sleep.

You’re beautiful.

After a week of Miyavi sleeping on the sofa, Toshiya could feel his skin beginning to crawl.  He must have done something wrong to earn such a change in his brother’s behavior.

Deciding to skip school for once, Toshiya paced around the apartment.  The night before, Miyavi hadn’t come home.

He had found someone better.

You thought I was asleep.

“I’m sorry.”

It took every bit of strength that I had left to not turn around and tell you that I love you.

&&&&
A/N: Aaaaaaaand the award for the most fucked up relationship goes to....those two! xD
Look I wrote something even though it sucks :  Almost forgot about this haha.  I mean forbidden love? Always incest for my go to.

Hope it was enjoyable <3

http://kyoselflove.livejournal.com/113777.html

Release Year: 2015
Pairing: Yunjae
Rating: NC-17 to R
Progress: Ongoing
Length: Chaptered (3/?)
Genre: AU, Romance, Slice-of-Life, Drama

Summary:

Extroverted CEO and heir of JK Holdings INC, Jung Yunho, lives an opulent life as one of the most admired members of Seoul’s business elite. Respected around the world, he is known for his tenacity in business, his talent for turning a phrase, his charming and charismatic good looks, and his ability to get things done no matter the cost. Surrounded on all sides by admirers that practically fawn at the sight of him, or mere mention of his name, he has had his share of romantic relationships but none of them lasted for far too long. Burned by those who would take advantage of his loving and trusting heart for the advantages of social status and wealth, he slowly began to turn from an extrovert in all things to a recluse in love. Sensing his best friend’s decent into the abyss of self-inflicted single life, Shim Changmin suggest that Yunho check out an open mixer for singles at a local bar down town. Hesitant at first, fearing that he will be recognized the moment he walks in, Yunho declines the offer but after some gentle reassurances from his most loyal friend, he decides to check it out –never realizing that it would be the best decision he’s ever made in his whole life.

The initial launch of the Monroe Project had made its mark on the world as the company had planned and the only thing left to do was to see it through to the end. But monitoring a seventy billion dollar marketing project, that had been two years in the making, was far more difficult than even Yunho had realized. With meetings upon meetings, and conferences upon conferences, Yunho found himself so swamped with work that the night of the singles mixer a week ago had all but almost disappeared into the back of his mind along with the thoughts of nice young man he had met that day. He had been disappointed when the Vice-President of Marketing, Mr. Lee, had called him. Not so much because there was something wrong with one of the secondary contract’s paperwork for the project but simply because he didn’t want to end his night so suddenly. For the first time in a very long time he had found someone that had piqued his interest, a man named Joon, and he didn’t even get the chance to get his contact information before he had to rush back to work.

With a deep sigh, Yunho thumbed through the updated financial reports for the Monroe Project’s initial accumulated earning data and mentally compared the projected long-term cost analysis against the projected gains as he sat quietly in his spacious office, completely lost in his own little world of finance and numbers. Reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose, he leaned back in his chair and let out another sigh as he gripped the report in his hand lightly and silently thanked those on high that the project was going so well even though he was completely exhausted.

Suddenly, a gentle knock echoed through the room. Pulling his eyes away from the ceiling where they had inadvertently settled, Yunho looked at his office door and noticed his secretary, Mrs. Noh, peeking in.

“Mister Jung?” she questioned gently.

“Yes, Mrs. Noh, what is it?” he answered as he pulled off his glasses and tossed the report in his hand onto his desk.

“Sorry to interrupt, Sir, but Director Shim is here to see you.” she informed respectfully.

“Min...” sighed Yunho as he glanced down at his watch and noticed it was nearly five o’clock.

“Send him in.”

“Very well, Sir.” she replied before disappearing behind his office door.

A moment later, the door opened once more revealing the visage of Yunho’s one and only best friend; dressed in a dark grey suit jacket over an unbuttoned and tie-less white dress shirt and matching grey slacks; smiling back at him.

“Hey.” smirked Changmin as he entered fully and closed the door behind him.

“Hey Min.” nodded Yunho with a smile. “Looks like you’re done for the day.”

“How can you tell?” Changmin asked curiously.

“The tie.” answered Yunho with a gentle scoff. “You can never wait to get that thing off can you?”

“Hey just because I’m a business man, doesn’t mean I have to like wearing the blasted things.” retorted Changmin as he plopped down in one of the leather sofas in the middle of the room and stretched his unearthly long legs out against the sofa’s soft seats. “They’re annoying.”

“True enough.” chuckled Yunho slightly. “So why are you here?

“Oh?” he responded questioningly. “I was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner together.”

“I don’t think I can...” he replied. “I still have a few reports to look over tonight for the stockholder’s meeting on Monday.”

“Yun...” sighed Changmin disappointedly.

“You’ve done nothing but bury yourself in your work for over a week.” he added almost accusingly. “You’re here all hours of the day, you rarely eat while you are here, and when you go home you’re only gone for a few hours before you’re right back in that chair. You need a damn break, man.”

“I don’t have time for breaks.” defended Yunho. “I have to make sure that everything is on schedule. That the productions, distributions, and marketing strategies not only stay on track but also that the revenue streams stay within our projected marketing plans. If anything were to happen, and I wasn’t here to fix it in a timely manner...the whole project could fail.”

“Bull.” dismissed Changmin. “You know good and well that there are secondary initiatives already in place to combat any failure within the system and there are teams already set up to monitor everything about the project. You’re just using it as an excuse to stay tied to your desk, rather than going out and having a life outside the office.”

“That’s not it.” countered Yunho.

“Yes, it is.” interjected Changmin knowingly. “And you know it.”

“I don’t know why you always do this to yourself.” sighed Changmin. “You’ve been like this for almost five years now. Never doing anything unless its work related. Never going out and just having fun. Never meeting anyone new... Never trusting new people...Never dating...”

“You need a social life, Yun.” declared Changmin softly. “I’m not going to be around forever, you know?”

“Not going to be around forever?” questioned Yunho. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Are you and Erin planning on getting married or something?” he added questioningly as the thought of Changmin’s long-time girlfriend popped into his head suddenly.

“Not anytime soon.” chuckled Changmin. “She still has another year before she finishes her doctorate. But, after that...yeah, we do plan on getting married.”

“That’s why you need to find someone new...” he added pointedly. “So when Erin and I get married, I will be able to live my married life happily knowing that you have found your own happiness too.”

“But, I am happy.” justified Yunho.

“Oh, bull.” scoffed Changmin with a dismissive wave. “No you’re not.”

“I don’t need to have a lover in my life to be happy Min.” justified Yunho. “Work is all I need.”

“Really...?” questioned Changmin with a mischievous look on his face. “Then what about Joon?”

“Let it go, Min.” sighed Yunho.

“Why should I?” he questioned. “You told me yourself that he seemed pretty nice when you two met. And, might I add, you also said he was pretty good looking too.”

“So what...?” scoffed Yunho pessimistically.

“Maybe you should try and talk to him again.” Changmin answered. “You never know. Maybe you two will hit it off and end up together.”

“You’re wasting your time, Min.” sighed Yunho.

“What do you mean?” he questioned immediately.

“Joon...or whoever he is...isn’t like that.” answered Yunho bluntly.

“How would you even know?” questioned Changmin. “You said it yourself, you didn’t get a lot of time with him before VP Lee called you and interrupted your night. So how can you be sure that Joon wouldn’t be interested in you?”

“I just know ok?” replied Yunho with a deep sigh.

“Initial attractions are rarely wrong, Yunho.” Changmin said bluntly. “You can’t deny the fact that you two seemed to hit it off almost instantly. Even if he’s not into you like that, it doesn’t mean that you two still couldn’t be at least friends.”

“Don’t be so damn dismissive, man.” sighed Changmin. “You never know.”

“Well, all of this is a moot point anyway.” replied Yunho with a sigh of his own. “There’s no way to get in contact with him to test which is true and which isn’t. So just let it go, ok?”

“No.” answered Changmin. “I won’t let it go. And, yes there is a way for you to find out. All you have to do is go back to the Wolf Moon. I mean, he did say he was a regular right?”

“He did.” nodded Yunho.

“Then just go back to the bar.” concluded Changmin with a nod. “If you go back, you might run into him again and in doing so give yourself an opportunity to get to know him better.”

“Besides...” he added gently. “How do you know that Joon hasn’t been waiting to see you again all this time? He may be waiting for you to return right now.”

“Why are you always so optimistic?” sighed Yunho.

“Because you are always so pessimistic.” chuckled Changmin. “I’m your equalizer.”

They fell into silence for a moment as Yunho contemplated everything that Changmin had said to him. Even though he didn’t want to admit it openly to anyone other than Changmin, he had really felt something for Joon when they first met. Joon seemed to be a nice guy, with a great personality. He was good looking, somewhat confident, easy to talk to, and even subtly seductive in some ways, but even at their first meeting Yunho had felt a slight tinge of wary with the man. Perhaps it was simply because Joon was a stranger, someone new, or perhaps it was his own inadequacies and lack of confidence rearing their mischievous little heads. Yunho didn’t know, but even with the feeling of unsureness he felt when it came to the beautiful brunette, he couldn’t deny the fact that Joon had intrigued him.

“I suppose your right.” Yunho conceded with a sigh.

“So, you’re going?” questioned Changmin encouragingly.

“Yeah...” nodded Yunho.  “I’ll go...if anything...just to prove you wrong. But you have to promise me that if it doesn’t work out...if he is not there...that you will let this go and not bring him up anymore.”

“I promise.” nodded Changmin confidently. “As long as you promise that if he is there you will give him a proper chance. No dismissing him, or the possibilities, without getting to know him better first.”

“Agreed?” he questioned.

“Agreed.” nodded Yunho.

“Good.” smiled Changmin.

Long after the sun had fallen past the horizon, Yunho sat quietly in the back of a quiet taxi as it made its way towards the Wolf Moon and cursed his best friend’s uncanny ability to make him do whatever he wanted under his breath. In Yunho’s world, there was only one man who had the undeniable and unrivaled talents of being so intellectually persuasive that a person could get wrapped around his finger so succinctly with just one word. And that man was definitely Shim Changmin.  Yunho had learned from a young age, quite soon after they first met in their first year of high school, that Changmin was very charismatic and manipulative. His gentle nature, his unparalleled intellect, and his entrancing debonair smile were each wielded, with a tinge of tact and grace, so flawlessly that no one could resist no matter how strong willed they were. And, poor Yunho had been spellbound from the very first day. The man’s charms were just too good to resist.

When the taxi came to a stop out in front of the Wolf Moon, Yunho suddenly felt a slight flash of shock. When he had ventured to the bar a little over a week ago, the exterior had looked almost barren. Empty white privacy tables had sat unoccupied, covered in a slight sheen of rain, and there were no signs of its patrons save for the nice lady who had greeted him at the door. But tonight, something was dramatically different. Yunho couldn’t recollect the last time he had seen so many people in one place. Though the blacked out windows of the bar allowed no inclination to the goings on inside, the exterior of the bar was jammed pack with people, from all walks of life and of every social standing, waiting in line to get in. At the door, stood a tall burly man that Yunho had never seen before dressed in the bar’s signature wolf-baying-at-the-moon t-shirt, dark shades, and a pair of dark slacks. Alongside him stood a thin young woman, with unbelievably long black hair and dark red lips, dressed in a sleek, full length, black dress and holding a clipboard.

“What’s going on?” wondered Yunho aloud.

A gentle and amused chuckle echoed within the taxi’s interior.

“First time?”

Pulling his eyes away from the crowd of people, Yunho looked up at the taxi driver and noticed the man was smiling at him over his shoulder.

“Excuse me?”  questioned Yunho.

“The Midnight Moon Festival... is this your first time going?” responded the taxi driver as he put the car in park.

“Midnight Moon...?” questioned Yunho softly. He wasn’t sure what the young man was referring to.

“Ah, I see.” nodded the driver. “It looks like you didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know?” questioned Yunho. “What are you talking about?”

“The Wolf Moon...” chuckled the driver as he nodded towards the establishment. “Is well known around here for their live music nights. But what their really known for is their once-a-month Midnight Moon Festival. They have it every full moon. It’s super popular, as you can see.”

“Oh?” said Yunho softly. “I see.”

“That’ll be $32.50.” added the driver.

“Oh Ok.” answered Yunho as he pulled a fifty from his wallet and handed it to the man. “Thanks for the info and keep the change.”

“No problem.” responded the driver. “Have a great time.”

Without another word, Yunho climbed from the taxi and shut the door behind him as he watched the people outside the bar. Suddenly a flash of insecurity flickered across his mind. Would he even be able to get into the bar tonight? There were so many waiting.

Shuffling off his unsure thoughts, Yunho crossed the expanse of the concrete sidewalk and walked up to the man standing at the door. At first he had thought just to ask the bouncer to let him in but on a whim he had decided to act like the President and CEO he was and just walk in. The second he got within arm’s reach of the man and woman by the door, however, the bouncer stopped him.

“Hold on a second there Mack.” warned the bouncer in a deep and nearly menacing voice as he looked Yunho up and down.

“There’s a cover charge tonight and a waiting list.” he added as he let go of Yunho’s arm. “You’re going to have to wait like the rest.”

“How much is it?” questioned Yunho as he looked up at the man confidently.

“Twenty bucks a head.” responded the man.

“Then here.” mumbled Yunho as he fished out his wallet and began to grab a twenty.

Suddenly, the bouncers hand shot out and grabbed Yunho’s wrist. Tearing his eyes away from the wallet in his hand, he looked up at the man and instantly noticed that his expression, once hard and unyielding, had changed into something more akin to surprise. Without a word the man released Yunho’s wrist and snatched the wallet from his hand.

“What are you doing?!” demanded Yunho instantly.

The bouncer said nothing, for a moment, as he stared at the interior of Yunho’s wallet somewhat perplexed.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” whispered the man.

“I beg your pardon?” questioned Yunho incredulously.

“Are you...” questioned the bouncer, immediately looking up from the wallet in his hands to Yunho’s face. “Are you really Jung Yunho?”

“Yes!” growled Yunho instantly. Snatching away his wallet as the seemingly awestruck bouncer offered it back to him.

Turning to the woman beside him, the man grabbed the clipboard from her hand and immediately began flipping through the pages. As the first page flipped over, Yunho caught the words ‘guest list’ printed at the top.

“Holy shit.” whispered the man.

“What is it?” immediately prompted the woman standing beside him.

“A...” stammered the bouncer. “A VIP. A real...honest to goodness...VIP!”

“VIP?” questioned the woman, her face marred with shock as she snatched the clipboard from the bouncer’s hand and skimmed the page.

Suddenly a wave of whispers began to echo throughout the awaiting crowd of patrons.

“A VIP, really?”

“That’s not possible.”

“She said it...he’s a VIP!”

“No way! Wolf Moon never has a VIP guest list.”

“Why would he be a VIP?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think he’s a celebrity?”

“Oh could he really be?”

“Please allow me to apologize for Bruce’s manners, Mr. Jung.” said the young woman, suddenly apologetically, as she bowed to the man before her. “We meant no disrespect.”

“I...I...” stammered Yunho, unsurely.

“He was only doing his job...” she added. “Please forgive his rudeness. He was unaware of who you were, Sir. “

“It’s alright.” dismissed Yunho, still wondering what was going on. “Is there a problem?”

“No Sir!” she responded.

“You are on our VIP guest list, Mr. Jung.” she informed as she glanced down at the handwritten notes written on the paper beside Yunho’s name. “If you will follow me...I will escort you to your private table.”

“Private table?” whispered Yunho completely dumbfounded. “What are you talking about? How am I on the list?”

“I’m not privy to that information, Sir.” she responded. “The owner compiles the guest list. We only enforce it.”

“Follow me Sir.” she ordered gently.

“What the hell is going on?” he wondered.

As Yunho reluctantly followed the young woman inside, he couldn’t help but feel wary. Something was definitely up but what?

Chapter: [One][Two]

http://kpopnoona.livejournal.com/45574.html

Pairing: Jimin/Yoongi
Lengh: 950w
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Eating disorders
Genre: Angst. Fluff. Hurt and Comfort.
Summary: Yoongi had gone too far.
Note: This was very rushed but I wanted to write for this pairing. Background music.

(Rain kept pouring ouside their window.)

http://bangtanboys.livejournal.com/181092.html

Title: The Sisterhood Of The Ruby Stilettos IX: Monsters (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Natasha, Natasha/Pepper
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For Avengers 2: Age Of Ultron (2015)
Summary: Monsters live in dreams.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Marvel and Paramount do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 655
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Notes: A different take on a certain scene in Avengers 2: Age Of Ultron. The entire series can be found here.

Natasha felt an emptiness deep inside of her, spreading as she felt fear creep into her heart.

http://marvel-slash.livejournal.com/642229.html

Release Year: 2015
Pairing: Yunjae
Rating: NC-17 to R
Progress: Ongoing
Length: Chaptered (4/?)
Genre: AU, Romance, Slice-of-Life, Drama

Summary:

Extroverted CEO and heir of JK Holdings INC, Jung Yunho, lives an opulent life as one of the most admired members of Seoul’s business elite. Respected around the world, he is known for his tenacity in business, his talent for turning a phrase, his charming and charismatic good looks, and his ability to get things done no matter the cost. Surrounded on all sides by admirers that practically fawn at the sight of him, or mere mention of his name, he has had his share of romantic relationships but none of them lasted for far too long. Burned by those who would take advantage of his loving and trusting heart for the advantages of social status and wealth, he slowly began to turn from an extrovert in all things to a recluse in love. Sensing his best friend’s decent into the abyss of self-inflicted single life, Shim Changmin suggest that Yunho check out an open mixer for singles at a local bar down town. Hesitant at first, fearing that he will be recognized the moment he walks in, Yunho declines the offer but after some gentle reassurances from his most loyal friend, he decides to check it out –never realizing that it would be the best decision he’s ever made in his whole life.

Under the thunderous sound wafting from an unknown indie rock band wailing on stage, Yunho stepped into the little bar getting more and more perplexed as the minutes ticked by. He couldn’t understand the circumstances he now found himself in. He had returned to the Wolf Moon, more on a whim than anything else, only to find the place far different from the last time he had been there. The quaint bar, decorated in the surrounding twilight and the twinkling lights of faint stars, was now alight with activity. Hundreds of patrons, of every kind, were crammed in like rats, drinking happily and undulating along to the music as if all of the world was one big party. Every table and chair, and every stool around the beautiful granite bar, were filled with people conversing and laughing as if they were having the time of their lives while the wait staff flittered all around with bright smiles on their faces.

Without a word, the young woman he had met at the door motioned him to keep following as she made her way precariously through the crowd. Yunho did his best to keep up, even though he had nearly lost sight of her three times, and by the time they cleared the crowd on the other side of the bar, Yunho found himself standing before one of the private booths he had noticed the last time he had been there. The curtains were drawn, and in front of it stood a red velvet rope cordoning off the area from the rest of the patrons. To the right of the booth stood a tall man with dark brown hair, muscled arms, and a broad chest covered in one of the bar’s signature staff t-shirts.

“Kibo.” he heard the woman say to the man. “This is Mr. Jung.”

“Understood.” he replied in a deep, almost menacing voice, before immediately bowing in respect.

“This is Kibo.” the woman supplied, turning back to Yunho. “He’s been assigned to be your security for the night.”

“Security?” questioned Yunho. The surprise heavily evident in his voice. “But, I don’t really need security.”

“Owner’s orders.” she clarified. “His responsibility is simply to deter our other patrons from disturbing your time here. And, to keep the peace should any incidents occur.”

“Are we expecting any incidents to occur?” countered Yunho curiously.

“No. Of course not, Sir.” she immediately answered. “It’s only a precaution. The Midnight Moon Festival is one of our busiest nights. It’s not uncommon to have a few patrons not know their limit, drink a little too heavily, and get out of line from time to time. So, it’s more of a ‘better safe than sorry’ thing than anything else.”

“Make sense...” nodded Yunho. “I guess.”

With a smile, the young lady turned toward Kibo and gave him a quick nod. The bouncer immediately detached the velvet rope and waved Yunho and the woman past. Reaching her hand out, she gently swept away the curtains to reveal a crescent moon shaped booth, trimmed in deep black velvet and leather, surrounding a deep mahogany table decorated with crystal vase glowing of candlelight.

“Please have a seat, Mr. Jung.” the woman prompted as she motioned her hand towards the left side of the booth’s arching bench.

With a flicker of uncertainty flashing across his face for only a moment, Yunho stepped into the private area and sat down. As he settled into the comfortable seating, the woman sat down across from him and grabbed what looked like a leather-bound folder from the seat beside her.

“Now...As hostess for the night...” she began again. “It is my responsibility to see to it that you enjoy your time while you are partaking in our establishment. The Owner has left strict instructions as to your care while you are here.”

“Strict instructions?” questioned Yunho curiously. “What does that mean?”

“Let’s me see.” she answered, immediately opening the folder in her hands.

“Ah...” she continued as she began to read aloud. “You are to have the utmost privacy. No other patrons will be allowed to interfere with your evening.”

“Hence...Kibo.” supplied Yunho understandingly.

“Yes.” she nodded before continuing. “You are to be treated with the utmost respect and any and all orders you make tonight will be completely on the house –no questions asked.”

“On the house?” questioned Yunho.

“Yes Sir.” she answered before adding. “It seems, for whatever reason, the owner wishes you to spectacularly enjoy your evening with us. So all your drinks will be free.”

“Ok.” smiled Yunho, fully liking the way this was going.

“And...” she added, as she glanced down at the folder in her hand one more time for clarification. “It seems, as to make sure that you are fully satisfied with your evening, the owner has also assigned one of our best bartenders to be your own personal bartender.”

“Personal bartender?” questioned Yunho curiously.

“Yes.” she nodded with a smile. “He will be responsible for taking your orders, making your drinks, and serving you all night.”

“I see.” sighed Yunho.

“Does that piece of paper happen to mention the name of this personal bartender?” he questioned.

“I’m afraid it does not.” she answered. “There is only a note scribbled in the margins that the appropriate bartender will be notified ahead of time and that it will be that bartender’s responsibility to introduce himself at the appropriate time.”

“I understand.” nodded Yunho.

Yunho sat there for a moment, mulling over everything he had learned and couldn’t help but wonder why he was being treated so well. What was he missing?

“May I ask a question?” asked Yunho.

“Of course, Sir.” she smiled.

“Why does this situation seem so strange?” he questioned.

“I beg your pardon?” she immediately responded.

“I mean...I didn’t make any plans to actually be here. I didn’t tell anyone...any management here that I was coming tonight...” he explained. “So, I don’t actually understand why I am being treated this way.”

“Why am I on the VIP list?” he questioned.

“As I said before, I do not know. The Owner sets the list.” she replied.

“So you have no idea?” he questioned.

“I’m afraid not.” she answered.

“I see.” sighed Yunho.

A moment of silence fell between them before the woman spoke up again.

“Well...now that you are settled in...” she continued as she stood up from the booth and tucked the folder under her arm. “I must return to my post. The staff in charge of your care tonight, should be with you shortly.”

“Ok.” nodded Yunho.

Taking a step, the hostess pulled back the velvet curtain and just as she was about to disappear out of sight, she paused to look back and Yunho as the man looked back up at her.

“Was there something else?” he questioned.

She knew she hadn’t been fully honest with the man.

“Perhaps...” she whispered more to herself than to Yunho.

She waited for a second, then as if she had made a decision she sighed heavily.

“I’m not supposed to say anything...” she answered.

“You can trust me.” smiled Yunho coaxingly.

“Well...” she smiled, leaning towards Yunho conspiratorially. “I thought you might like to know one thing before I go.”

“Which is?” questioned Yunho curiously.

“I’m sure you heard it, outside. When the other patrons said something about us never having a VIP before?” she supplied.

Yunho nodded.

“Well...it’s true.” she continued. “The Owner has never delineated a VIP before, until you.”

“I’m not sure what your relationship is with the owner...or why he’s so intent on making sure you have a great time while you’re here...” she added “But whatever the reason is, I thought you might like to know that your name began to appear on our nightly Guess List roster sometime last week. And we were ordered to be on our toes, should you come to the bar.”

“It seems like he was almost waiting for you to come back.” she added.

“I see...” sighed Yunho.

“It’s really strange.” she sighed.

“Well...” nodded Yunho, finally understanding at least a little piece of the puzzle he currently found himself in. “I’m not really sure why he would do that myself.”

“I understand, Sir.” she smiled.

“I guess I’ll find out eventually, wouldn’t you agree?” he quipped with a replying smile.

“I’m sure you will.” she giggled before bowing one last time. “I hope you enjoy your evening, Mr. Jung -whatever comes.”

“Thank you.” nodded Yunho.

As the woman disappeared behind the curtain with a smile, Yunho rested his arms on the table before him and released a deep sigh. All of this seemed too weird. He had never given anyone his name the last time he was there. He had even gone so far as to use an alias so as to hide his identity. Yet, somehow, here he was. Sitting in a private booth, assigned a bodyguard and a private bartender, being treated like a VIP that was never supposed to be.

“What the hell is going on?” he muttered.

A moment later, Yunho heard a beep echo through the small confines of his private booth.

“What was that?”

Looking around him, he tried to ascertain the source of the sound but saw nothing. Moments passed, and as soon as Yunho decided that it must have been a figment of his imagination, the beep echoed once more. A second later, he heard Kibo’s deep voice wafting through the curtain.

“Is there a problem Mr. Jung?” he questioned.

“I keep hearing a beep.” answered Yunho.

“It’s the intercom, Sir.” he informed.

“Intercom?” repeated Yunho questioningly.

“Yes, Sir.” replied Kibo. “In the center of your table, Sir, there is a recess there. Just under the candles.”

Leaning over the edge of the table, Yunho reached out and pushed the table’s centerpiece to the side and immediately noticed a flashing green button.

“Just press the button, Sir.” added the man.

“Ok.” replied Yunho, as he reached out and pushed the button.

“Hello?” he questioned awkwardly.

“Good evening, Mr. Jung.” came a seductively sultry and smoky voice. “My name is Jae. I have been assigned to tend to you tonight as your personal bartender.”

“Oh?” answered Yunho slightly surprised. He had never thought that the private booths at the Wolf Moon were so sophisticated.

“Before I come to introduce myself properly...” Jae’s voice continued. “I thought, perhaps, that you might like a drink. Would you like to order something now?”

“Macallan Scotch on the rocks?” answered Yunho with a questioning tone lacing his voice.

“Thirty year?”

“Yes.” answered Yunho.

“Anything else, Sir?”

“That’ll be all for now.”

“Very well, Sir.” replied Jae. “I will have your order ready shortly. If you need anything else, before I arrive with your order, please feel free to hit the little green button and I will be here for you.”

As the light on the intercom flickered off, Yunho leaned back in his seat and let out a strained sigh.

“Well, at least he’s nice.” he mumbled.

While he waited for his personal bartender to make his first appearance of the night, he settled deeper into the velvety softness of the booth’s rich interior and let the music emanating from the stage on the other side of the bar flow all over him.

When he had first arrived, the band on stage had been playing a heavy metal anthem with wailing guitars and thumping drum lines. The music was loud, almost too much so for Yunho’s taste, but it had a good beat. After the hostess had seated him in the booth, the music had changed to something more up tempo. Something more reminiscent of a dance track, with an almost hypnotic rhythm that seemingly begged you to dance along. Yunho like that one better. It was catchy, and the lyrics were relatively fun.

When the third song, a barn burner with screaming guitars and wailing lyrics finally ended, the bar grew somewhat quiet for a moment. Yunho wasn’t sure why, but at that moment he really didn’t care. Taking in the silence happily he leaned his head back against the backrest, closed his eyes and tried to relax a bit.

A moment later, the sound of a lone guitar playing a soft melody echoed into the booth. At first it was nearly silent, almost gentle. Like a lullaby, soft and sweet. Then it grew a little louder, the same chords playing over and over again in gentle succession, as the moment seemed to build and build to lovely rhythm almost reminiscent of a soulful ballad. And then, seemingly almost like out of a dream, a sultry and nearly sensual voice began to echo over the crowd. It was soft at first, matching the gentleness of the melody wafting in the air but as the song began to build more and more, so did it.

Yunho sat there, listening to the song as an almost peaceful euphoria washed all over him. The song was unbelievably sad, so heartbreaking, so painful, and the voice that made those words come alive matched the lyrics of the song perfectly. He could hear the agony of regret, feel the sorrow from loss, and the pain of longing, all in the tortured man’s voice. It was as if the singer was laying his soul bare, showing the world everyone ounce of his personal pain with every note, and yet it was so unbelievably soothing that Yunho felt he could listen to those words over and over for the rest of eternity. It was beautiful.

When the song came to close a few minutes later, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers.

“Good for him.” thought Yunho as he listened to the crowd’s adulation slowly grow quieter after a few minutes. “He did well, he deserves an ovation.”

Seconds later, the gentle beep from the intercom rang out once more. Opening his eyes, Yunho leaned over and pressed the button again.

“Yes?” called out Yunho.

“It’s Jae again, Mr. Jung.” replied the man. “I just wanted to inform you that I will be with you momentarily.”

“Did you forget about me?” questioned Yunho playfully.

“Not at all, Sir.” answered Jae in a nearly apologetic tone. “The owner had something for me to do...real quick, before I started my shift.”

“I’m finished now.” he added.

“I understand.” nodded Yunho.

“Would you like me to bring you anything else?” questioned Jae, his voice sounding almost a little worried. “We don’t only serve alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. We also have bar snacks. Peanuts. Crackers. Fruit. Those sorts of things. Would you be interested in some?”

“No thank you.” Yunho slightly chuckled. Jae seemed to be really stressed out about the fact that he had left the bar’s one and only VIP waiting. “The scotch will be good enough for now.”

“Yes. Sir.” Jae replied, his voice sounding suddenly lighter. “I am on my way.”

A few moments later, Yunho heard the sound of what sounded like a bell ringing. Glancing up towards the curtains that obscured his little booth from the rest of the bar, he caught the sight of a small golden bell dangling from a red cord. As his eyes focused on the bell a little more, it moved and jingled once more.

“Mr. Jung?” came a questioning voice.

“Yes?” replied Yunho.

“It’s me. Jae, Sir.” answered the bartender. “I’m here with your order. May I come in?”

“Of course.” answered Yunho, as he internally smiled at the man’s politeness, and glanced down to notice a pair of dark leather combat boots, wrapped in silver chain and adorned with shimmering buttons, lingering just on the other side of the wall of red before him.

As the man stepped in just beyond the curtain, Yunho let his eyes slowly trail up the man’s figure inch by inch. His legs were long, wrapped in black leather pants that were so skin tight that they looked almost like a second skin. His hips were narrow, adorned in a wide black leather and studded belt that hung down on one side as if loosely placed there as an afterthought. His chiseled abs and chest, obscured by a black mesh tank with a plunging neckline, looked so strong and yet strangely seductive that Yunho could feel his interest pique more and more as the seconds went by.

“Do all their bartenders dress this way?” he randomly thought, as the moment he met Su the last time he came to the bar flickered across his mind, and he continued to let his eyes roam ever northward.

Moments later, Yunho suddenly froze when his eyes finally managed to setting on the man’s face.

Familiar golden eyes, lined in dark kohl, stared back at him with an almost amuse glint.

“Hello again.” said Jae gently.

“Joon?” questioned Yunho, completely surprised.

“That’s good.” smiled Jae, as he stepped a little closer and sat down in the booth across from the stunned man. “At least you remember me.”

Stunned into silence, Yunho didn’t know what to say.

“Well...” questioned Jae. “Aren’t you going to say something?”

“Who are you?” questioned Yunho in almost a whisper. He was so confused.

“Name’s Jaejoong.” replied Jae with a mischievous smile “Kim Jaejoong.”

Chapter: [One][Two][Three][Four]

http://kpopnoona.livejournal.com/47119.html

Title: Don't Wake Me Up
Pairing: HaeHyuk/HaeEun {Lee DongHae x Lee HyukJae [EunHyuk] }
Author: hitsugaya15
Genre: Smut, Romance, Fluff, slight!Angst
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1/1 [one-shot]
Warning(s): minor coarse language,
Summary: Hyukjae's military service date is coming up and with no more schedules for him and Donghae, Hyukjae wants to stop worrying about seperating from his lover and enjoy the moments they share together before he has to leave.

Disclaiming: I do not own Super Junior, however, the plot is mine and only mine.

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Author’s note: A song fic based on D&E's song 'Don't Wake Me Up' from SJ's 'Devil' album. I heard hae is going to be doing the Police Service and Hyuk is doing Military Service because he wasn't qualified for Police.

Don't Wake Me Up

Hyukjae woke up with Donghae’s arms around his hip and face nuzzled close to his nape. The sunlight was wrapped around both of their naked bodies, shining brightly into Hyukjae’s eyes. Donghae was still sound asleep. Hyukjae smiled and pressed back into his lover to enjoy the morning comfort and warmth of his body. He hummed to himself and rolled around in Donghae’s arm so that he was face to face with him and put his arm on Donghae’s bicep. Hyukjae stared at Donghae’s sleeping face and smiled. He looked so sweet and innocent. Hyukjae slid the hand on his biceps up to the man’s face and brushed away the bangs on his forehead before leaning in to kiss his nose. His hand slid down and cupped Donghae’s cheek. Donghae’s eyebrows twitched and he smiled. Hyukjae leaned in and pecked a light kiss on his lover’s lips.

“Morning,” Donghae moaned in his sleep.

“Good morning.” Hyukjae said, cheerfully.

Donghae tightened his hold on Hyukjae’s hips and rolled over so that Hyukjae was laying on top of him. He opened his eyes and found Hyukjae’s nose touching his. He pecked a kiss on those thick plump lips. “You look beautiful,” he complimented and preceded to kiss the man’s cheek and jawline, whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Hae.”

Hyukjae whispered back and rested his head on Donghae’s chest to enjoy the comfort of his lover. He could hear Donghae’s heartbeat and closed his eyes after a yawn. It was a beautiful morning with fresh morning breeze coming in through the open window, quiet and peaceful all around them. There was no rush to go to a schedule and no need to wake up early for rehearsals and morning flights. It was just the two of them alone, in each other’s arms, with Hyukjae finding himself dozing off into sleep again.

Donghae rolled them over once again so that Hyukjae was resting on his arm instead, using it as a pillow, and cuddling into Donghae. Donghae placed his chin on top of Hyukjae’s head and yawned. His body ached to move and stretch as it did every morning but Hyukjae had fallen asleep again so he needed to stay still. He loved the feeling of holding Hyukjae in his arms and cuddling with him. The sunlight in Hyukjae’s eyes was making him see red and preventing him from enjoying the five minutes of sleep he wanted overtime. He groaned in disappointment and opened his eyes to see Donghae smiling at him, by his side.

“This is nice,” he said, softly.

Donghae nodded his head. “Yeah. No early morning schedules.”

Hyukjae grabbed both of his hands and stretched them above his head to loosen up his body. Donghae pulled out his arm from under Hyukjae and did the same. He flinched when Hyukjae suddenly pinched his flexed arm muscles. Donghae pouted. Hyukjae shook his head and started to laugh. “So ridiculous,” he said and grabbed Donghae’s biceps with both of his hands to see if they fit between his hands. They didn’t. He only laughed harder. Donghae’s pout grew stronger.

They both rolled around on the bed, laughing and poking each other, kicking and tickling each other until they wanted nothing more but to roll up together in each other’s arms. “If you don’t like then don’t touch.” Hyukjae stopped laughing and gasped for air. “What do you mean I don’t like?” He asked, still playing with Donghae’s muscles. “I love them. I just don’t want you turning into the Incredible Hulk is all.” He moved closer and kissed his lover’s cheek. “You look sexy.”

“I am sexy.” Donghae said, proudly with a smile. “And handsome.”

Hyukjae rolled his eyes and smiled. It was true. He cupped Donghae’s cheek once again and kissed him. Morning breath be damned thought Donghae because Hyukjae’s lips were addicting.

“Should we just stay in bed all day?” Donghae asked, between kisses.

“I could use the rest.” Hyukjae agreed.

“Me too,” Donghae kissed back, sliding his hand down Hyukjae’s back to grab a handful of his ass. Hyukjae moaned into the kiss and Donghae felt his cock throb. He always hated how easily Hyukjae could make him hard. Sometimes they would be in the middle of a concert and he would get an unwelcomed boner from seeing Hyukjae doing a simple thing like licking his bottom lip after drinking a bottle of water. It messed him up so much he would forget his lines and choreography.

“Are you sore from last night?” He asked, looking at Hyukjae with worry.

“Not anymore.” Hyukjae said, breathless from the kiss and biting his bottom lip to suppress his moans when Donghae started playing with his ass. “Anh…!”

Donghae squeezed his ass cheeks, parting them enough to slide his middle finger down in between and rub it against Hyukjae’s hole. Hyukjae groaned in frustration and lust that he thrusted his hips forward, rubbing his cock against Donghae’s own and keeping the position to get more friction between them. He looked into Donghae’s eyes with equal desperation that was there last night. He needed Donghae. Wanted him so badly. And Donghae never denied him that.

Hyukjae rolled over so that his back was once again to Donghae as he reached towards the night table to pick up the bottle of lube that had been there since last night. He passed the bottle back to Donghae and turned his upper body slightly towards Donghae to tease the man’s neck as he squeeze some lube on to his fingers. Hyukjae bit the sensitive skin there and left a mark. His kisses were interrupted with a moan when he felt Donghae’s middle finger probe at his hole before sliding in. He was still a little loose from last night so after a few thrusts, Donghae added two more fingers and then a third. He fucked all four of his fingers inside Hyukjae’s ass until his lover gave up trying to kiss him and lost himself in a mess of moans and groans.

Hyukjae turned his back away from Donghae and used one hand to hold on to the bed sheets. While Donghae continued to fuck him open with his fingers, Hyukjae used his left hand to touch Donghae’s erection and give it a stroke. He rubbed his thumb over the head of his lover’s cock, making Donghae moan, and then slid his hand up and down. Donghae gasped and cursed when Hyukjae started giving him a full out hand job. He tried hard not to thrust his hips forward and simply let Hyukjae have some fun. He knew how much Hyukjae loved sucking his cock but maybe he’d reward him with that later. Hyukjae’s insides were squeezing tightly around Donghae’s fingers and he could feel his cock continuously throb for attention.

“Hae,” Hyukjae whispered, breathless. “Fuck me, please.”

Donghae stopped thrusting his fingers and slowly started to pull them out.

Hyukjae looked over his shoulder, let go of Donghae’s cock and used that hand to grab his ass cheek and spread himself so Donghae could see his spazzing hole.

“Want your cock, Hae.” Hyukjae nearly moaned. “Please. I need you inside me.”

Donghae grunted in a mix of frustration and desperate lust because Hyukjae was just too much for him. His cock wanted nothing more then to settle inside that tight ass and rip it apart until Hyukjae was clinging on to him for life and screaming his name in pleasure. Donghae rested his face close to Hyukjae’s ear and started probing his hole with the head of his cock.

Donghae pushed his cock in slowly, inch by inch, while licking and biting Hyukjae’s earlobe. Hyukjae’s mind was so focused on the feeling of Donghae’s cock filling him up and how great it felt to have his lover inside of him that he didn’t even notice how many marks his lover was beginning to leave on him.

“Anh! F-fuck…oh g-god, so big…,” he stuttered in a mix of gasps and moans.

“It’s okay,” Donghae murmured. “I got you, Hyukkie.”

Hyukjae moaned louder. His hand reached back and wrapped around Donghae’s neck to pull him closer so that his back was against his lover’s chest. Donghae slowly pulled his cock out, leaving the head in, and thrusted back in. His left hand slid up Hyukjae’s side, caressing him, until it reached his nipple and began squeezing it. Donghae continued to thrust in and out of Hyukjae at a good pace, keeping his lover on edge despite wanting to speed up and fuck him hard. But they had done that last night and Donghae wanted to keep this slow. He wanted to enjoy holding Hyukjae and wanted to enjoy moments like these before his lover went off to the army to do his military service. They reason they ended up in bed last night was because Hyukjae had been crying when he found out he would not be going with Donghae.

Donghae kissed Hyukjae’s cheeks and the man looked back at him and parted his lips for Donghae to slide his tongue in and kiss him again. Hyukjae’s hand was still on Donghae’s neck, both kissing, with Donghae playing with his nipples and fucking him slowly and passionately.

“You feel so good, Hae.” Hyukjae moaned in between kisses, his breath hitting Donghae’s face as they both stare at each other. He bit his bottom lip to hold back another moan.

“Yeah.” Donghae teased. “You like that cock, don’t you?” He rolled his hips and caused Hyukjae’s body to flinch and him to moan loudly.

“F-fuck, I do.” Hyukjae gasped. “Oh god…ah…I-I’m so close.”

Hyukjae slipped his hand off of Donghae’s neck and down his own body to stroke his cock. He threw his head back, his neck brushing against Donghae’s lips, but did not dare break their eye contact. Donghae fucked him harder, making Hyukjae’s body jolt with each thrust that hit his sweet spot. He wrapped his right arm tightly under Hyukjae and held him in place. His climax neared and his hips automatically moved faster.

“Ah! H-Hae,” Hyukjae gasped, his body tensed as he jerking himself off one last time before he released on himself. Donghae watched Hyukjae’s eye shut as he came, the way his lips parted and he gasped in bliss. His face, ears and neck were all red. The cum hit Hyukjae’s abdomen and chest, a few drops landing on his nipples. He stroked the head of his cock, fast, wanting ever drop of it out. The insides of Hyukjae’s ass, as he came, squeezed Donghae so hard he moaned loudly when he thrusted back in again. He pounded into Hyukjae’s tight ass a few more times before his cock sent him over the edge. Donghae moaned through his orgasm, coming inside of Hyukjae as his lover pulled him down for an open mouth kiss. He rocked his hips slowly, working himself out until he was satisfied and continued to kiss his lover.

They broke the kiss and lay there on the bed trying to catch their breath. Hyukjae picked up the tissue box from the night table and cleaned his chest and abdomen. Donghae shifted over to further edge of the bed so Hyukjae could move out of the wet spot and roll closer to him. When Hyukjae put the tissue box back and moved over to his lover, Donghae was already dozing off into slumber again. Hyukjae gave him a quick kiss and snuggled close to him.

“Hae?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Hmm?” His lover hummed, not opened his eyes but raising his eyebrows.

“You’ll wait for me, right?” Hyukjae asked, worried.

Donghae’s eye opened immediately and he looked at Hyukjae in disbelief. “What are you talking about?” However, before Hyukjae could repeat or explain his question Donghae spoke again. “Of course I’d wait for you. Don’t you trust me?” He asked, cupping Hyukjae’s cheek. “I love you and I’ll wait for you an eternity if I have to as long as you don’t forget and come back to me. I can’t imagine a day without you in my life, Hyukjae. I am never going to leave you no matter how far apart we are. I will always love you. You understand?”

Hyukjae nodded his head and looked down at Donghae’s neck instead of his eyes.

“But if you find someone and I’m no-” Hyukjae was cut off when Donghae’s lips pressed against his own. He kissed back immediately, holding on to his lover as if his life depended on it. He didn’t know he had started crying until Donghae’s thumb wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

“Hey, shhh.” Donghae hugged him. “You’re going to make me cry too.” He said as tears formed in his eyes as well.

It hurt. They had always been together - side by side. And now they wouldn’t be able to see each other for two years. Not everyday. They wouldn’t be able to hold each other. Hyukjae was everything to him. He would be leaving for his Police service a month after Hyukjae left for the military and the dates were coming up fast.

“You crybaby.” Hyukjae said, sniffing and forcing himself to laugh so he could lighten the mood.

“Me? Do you want me to start making a list of all the times you’ve cried?” Donghae threatened. “I have it you know.”

Hyukjae laughed for real this time. “No, thank you.” he said, shaking his head.

“Good.” Donghae smiled, kissing his forehead.

Hyukjae smiled into Donghae’s neck and closed his eyes, enjoying the scent of his lover and the comfort he felt in those big muscular arms he always teased him about. “You’re not gonna get any bigger when you’re on duty are you?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“I’ll try not to.” Donghae joked.

“It’s okay if you do.” He whispered, blushing.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Hyukjae hummed.

There was a silence between them for a while. Each of them thinking what it would be like when they didn’t see each other everyday and what it might do to their relationship.

“I love you, Hyukjae.” Donghae said in a gentle voice. “And when we come back, the first thing I’m going to do is carry you to my room and show you how much I missed you.”

“Promise?” Hyukjae asked with a cheerful smile.

“Promise.”

They kissed and wrapped their arms and legs around each other before going back to sleep. When they woke up again, it was evening time and Hyukjae quickly jumped out of bed to take a shower, Donghae joining him a few seconds later after replacing the bed sheets. The only time they left the bedroom was to eat. The other members weren’t in the dorms at the time. Their schedules were still taking place. Donghae made some ramen while Hyukjae set out two bowls and drinks for them. When he was done, he went into the living room and started flipping through the tv channels.

“It’s done.” Donghae announced and poured the ramen into their bowls.

Hyukjae speed walked over, mouth already watering from the delicious smell, and sat down across from his lover on the table. He took one big slurp and moaned because it tasted delicious.

“You know what I’m gonna miss the most?” He asked, rhetorically. “Your ramen.”

“More than me?” Donghae pouted.

“I’m afraid so.” Hyukjae laughed then suddenly stopped when Donghae reached over to wipe some off the corner of his mouth. Hyukjae smiled and kissed his lover’s thumb, making Donghae blush. “Stop eating so fast. There’s a whole pot full of it.” He told him, fearing Hyukjae might either choke or get a stomach ache later. Once they finished eating, he picked up their glasses and bowls and took them to the sink to wash. Donghae covered the leftover ramen for any of the members who might come in later and want something to eat.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Donghae asked, wiping his hands on the towel that hung from the stove.

“If you find anything good.” Hyukjae replied, putting the bowls on the counter.

Donghae left the kitchen and went into the living room and looked for a movie. When Hyukjae joined him, he had one playing and surprising it wasn’t an English one. It was Korean. Thank god too because Hyukjae hated keeping up with the subtitles and his English wasn’t as good as Donghae’s that he could understand the plot just by a few words.

He sat down beside Donghae and placed his feet on the table, like his lover had. He cuddled closer and rested his head on Donghae’s shoulder and started to enjoy the movie. They watched until the sun began to set outside and Hyukjae stood up to turn on the lights and stretch as the credits began playing on the screen. He walked over to the windows to pull the curtains in front before turning on the light when he saw Donghae following him. He turned to face his lover and looked at him curiously as if he had missed something until he felt Donghae lean in and softly kiss his lips. Hyukjae closed his eyes and kissed back.

“I love you.” Donghae said in the same soft tone as earlier. “I love you so so much.” He placed both hands on Hyukjae’s cheeks and pecked another kiss on his plump lips before pressed their foreheads together and staring into Hyukjae’s eyes. “You are the more important person to me. I will always love you. And when you come back, I’m going to be right here. By your side because that is where I want to be. And that’s where I want you to be, by my side. So, please, stop worrying. We’re going to be okay. You trust me, right?”

“I do. I’m sorry, Hae. I love you so much.”

Hyukjae wrapped both arms around Donghae’s shoulder and hugged him tightly. He didn’t care if he was crying. Donghae was a jerk, he always said such sweet things that made Hyukjae want to melt because he was a romantic but Hyukjae really needed to hear it. He never got tired of Donghae saying I love you to him and Donghae never got tired of saying it. He needed to hear that everything was going to be okay. That he could live without Donghae being by his side every second of life.

They stood there, covered in the light coming in through the window from the beautiful sunset, and kissed. Hyukjae smiled and resting his forehead against his lover's again. Everything was going to be fine. He was going to miss Donghae. They were both going to miss each other. But it would only be temporary. Plus, Donghae promised to show him how much he missed him once they were together again and he was already looking forward to it.

a/n: It just went from fluff and a bit angst because I wanted to add the military service stuff in there and kinda kill two birds with one stone so I hope you still liked it thank you for reading and commenting.

http://hitsugaya15.livejournal.com/189459.html

Release Year: 2015
Pairing: Yunjae
Rating: NC-17 to R
Progress: Ongoing
Length: Chaptered (5/?)
Genre: AU, Romance, Slice-of-Life, Drama

Summary:

Extroverted CEO and heir of JK Holdings INC, Jung Yunho, lives an opulent life as one of the most admired members of Seoul’s business elite. Respected around the world, he is known for his tenacity in business, his talent for turning a phrase, his charming and charismatic good looks, and his ability to get things done no matter the cost. Surrounded on all sides by admirers that practically fawn at the sight of him, or mere mention of his name, he has had his share of romantic relationships but none of them lasted for far too long. Burned by those who would take advantage of his loving and trusting heart for the advantages of social status and wealth, he slowly began to turn from an extrovert in all things to a recluse in love. Sensing his best friend’s decent into the abyss of self-inflicted single life, Shim Changmin suggest that Yunho check out an open mixer for singles at a local bar down town. Hesitant at first, fearing that he will be recognized the moment he walks in, Yunho declines the offer but after some gentle reassurances from his most loyal friend, he decides to check it out –never realizing that it would be the best decision he’s ever made in his whole life.

Chapter: [One][Two][Three][Four][Five]

http://kpopnoona.livejournal.com/48148.html

Title - Underneath His Skin
Author - kyoselflove
Rating - NC17
Chapter - 3/?
Genre - AU, Drama, Angst
Warnings - CHARACTER DEATHS, Underage Sex, Necrophilia, Murder, Dark fic.
Pairings - ?/Toshiya, OMC/Toshiya
Summary - A string of murders sweep over Tokyo. Toshiya takes pride in them while Kaoru does everything in his power to stop them.
Disclaimer - I am not affiliated with the bands or band members. This is a mere product of my imagination, none of this is true.
Notes - Sick as hell, but I wrote!

[Chapter One] | [Chapter Two]

“Toshiya!” The words were sung out, rather loudly making his brain pound within his skull.  Struggling to open his crusted over eyes, Toshiya managed to pry one open half way just in time to see his door swing open and reveal his—what some would call friend—Uruha.  “Holy shit. What the fuck happened to you?”

All he could do was groan, irritable, Toshiya made a move to sit up in his bed, still adjusting to the horrendous daylight shining through into his room and his aching muscles.  It was difficult but he managed, “Can you be quiet?”

“Sorry!” Uruha whispered then sat down next to him on the bed, “Really though, what happened?”

“Mugged.” At least his parents believed it.  They wanted to call the police but he told them he would file a report later with Kaoru.

“Really? For what, a thousand yen?” Another giggle escaped from Uruha making Toshiya groan again.

“I had more than that.” And he really did, but of course he still had all of his money, safely tucked away. For that certain emergency that he was guaranteed he could avoid.

“Sure you did. Guess this explains why you’ve been missing class.” Uruha moved to lean against the wall next to Toshiya. “They sure did do a number on you, fuck.”

He wondered what his reflection would look like, and if it was bad enough for Kaoru to show him concern.  Though his face was throbbing, the ache in his ass was more than painful.  Yet, Toshiya found himself yearning for it to be filled again.

“I want to get to the station though, classes I don’t mind skipping.”

“You’re crazy! Why would—“ Uruha stopped and then let out a huge grin, “Oh yeah, there’s the sexy officer that you drool over.”

One of the reasons Toshiya supposed him and Uruha got along at all was because of their taste in men.  Though Toshiya’s taste was a little bit darker…

It made him look at Uruha more closely, wondering if behind his bubbly persona, if he also held a darker side. 

“Yes, don’t want to miss out on that.” Toshiya replied, his lips turning up into a half-smile.

“Such a player,” Switching positions, Uruha rested on his stomach.  The action making Toshiya rub his sore back against the wall, he let out a hiss.  “Sorry, damn.  You sure you can even walk?”

“I’ll manage.”

Not looking very convinced, Uruha nodded anyways. “If you want I can drive you to the station. If you really want your eye-candy looking at you like that.”

“Maybe it will win me sympathy points.” Toshiya shrugged and raised himself off the bed.

“Damn, you’re heartless!” Another giggle.

Was he really heartless? He didn’t think so, because if he were then why would he feel so strongly about Kaoru?  “Get out of here so I can get dressed.”

“Yes sir!”

*

Kaoru couldn’t help but look at the clock every few minutes.  Still over four hours left of mindless paperwork before he could go out and venture on the streets looking for his killer prostitute.  His fingers played with the pen in his hand on their own accord, biting his lip, it was all driving him absolutely mad.

“Kaoru.”

He felt so close.

“Kaoru…”

All he needed to do was maybe pretend to get married, and then lure the hooker to him.

“Kaoru!”

He looked up to see Die shaking his head, “What?”

“Apparently Hara-kun had a little run in with a low life last night. He wants you to file the report.”

Kaoru stood up fast, “Is he alright?”

“Go have a look yourself, he’s in room one.”

These small little rooms usually meant for interrogating were always to damn cold.  And when Kaoru saw Toshiya, he looked so broken and cold.  A weird urge to hold him went through him and he had to take a moment to gather himself before sitting down across the boy.

Toshiya had suffered a very broken nose, split lip, two black eyes, and all around looked like he went through hell.  And Kaoru wondered if this was because of his…well sexual orientation.  Hate crimes seem to be less likely in Japan, but they were still there.

He should keep it professional, but he couldn’t help but feel this was a little personal, “What happened?”

Eyes were locked on his, Toshiya offered him a small smile without splitting his lip further, “Mugged on my way home from school.”

Whether it was years on the job or Toshiya was a horrible liar, Kaoru instantly knew that it was all a fib.  Perhaps, Toshiya felt insecure revealing the true nature of the crime…maybe something worse had happened and Kaoru didn’t want to think of the possibilities.

“You were beaten?”

Toshiya nodded.

“Anything else?”

Toshiya shook his head, “No.”

The way that Toshiya’s shoulders tensed up had Kaoru thinking, yes.  But he decided not to push the issue, hoping eventually that Toshiya would open up to him.

“Did you get a look at your attacker?”

“No, it was too dark and he wore a hood.”

Kaoru nodded, that always seemed to be the case, “Do you need to go down to the hospital?” A chaste way of him asking if he had been raped, Kaoru wanted to cringe but held his posture.

For a fleeting moment, Toshiya’s eyes widened, “No, I’m fine. I really just did this out of obligation. I know that there is a small chance of him ever being found. I would really like to get back to work.”

That determination he always saw in Toshiya was what he thought would help the younger one make it through the tough trials of working in law enforcement.  So Kaoru couldn’t find it in his heart to tell him no, that really he should be at home resting, “If that’s what you want.”

*

Fooling Kaoru into believing that he had been raped, yet to fragile to talk about it had been easy.  Even if he felt a bit sorry for the little…white lie.  It was sweet for him to be so concerned, Toshiya had to admit it did make his heart flutter with hope.

Instead of his usual task of doing basically nothing but organize forms, Kaoru let him intern downstairs with the forensics team.  Toshiya hadn’t even met them before, though a little sad he was away from Kaoru, it was best for the man so he could mourn for Toshiya on his own time.  But first, Kaoru escorted him downstairs.

Toshiya entered the laboratory, a shorter man stood next to a slim man, both in white lab coats.

Kaoru cleared his throat, both men raised their heads and Toshiya was pleased to find them both attractive.  “This is our intern Toshiya.  Toshiya, this is Kyo,” pointing to the shorter one, “and Shinya.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Shinya said quietly, Toshiya smiled in return.

“Yes, pleased to meet you.” Kyo’s voice had Toshiya’s smile falter a bit.  He knew that voice, it would forever be engraved into his mind for as long as he lived.  That voice, it was the voice of his savior.

Toshiya found his voice, hoping to keep the tremble out of it, “Likewise.”  He hoped that his savior would not punish him for finding out his identity so soon.  His heartbeat was rapid in his chest; he didn’t know what to think.

“Alright, I’ll leave you guys to it.”  Kaoru left the room; Shinya went back to his task and Kyo kept his eyes on him.  Under that gaze, Toshiya could feel himself become heated with desire with a hint of fear.

“Shinya, could you go collect the samples.” Eyes still trained on him, Kyo said and Toshiya felt himself shiver.

Once Shinya was gone, Kyo smirked, “I figured you would be out of it for at least a few days.”

Toshiya found his voice struggling to come out; he didn’t know why Kyo made him so nervous, he looked down, “Sorry.”

“Apologizing?” Kyo let out a laugh causing Toshiya to look up again. A hand caressed his face and he couldn’t help but lean into the touch, “So eager to please.” Toshiya felt like he was in a trance that ended when Kyo stepped away, “Stop acting like a fool and get to work.”

Eventually Shinya came back, the man always stayed silent but showed him what he was allowed to do.  There was a bit of disappointment when Kyo decided to just ignore him.

*

Die came up to him, “A hotel room was found on fire, ten kilometers out of the city, and there’s a body.”

“Our killer?” Even if there had never been use of fire before, maybe something had gone wrong and it could give them the break they needed.

“Think so.”

“Let’s go!”

The whole drive Kaoru was an antsy mess; he hoped they would finally get a DNA sample.  He still felt like a joke from not realizing that the whole time a prostitute had been doing this, right under their noses.

The only indication to see that the place had actually burned was the fringe of black coming out from the doorframe.  And the smell, Kaoru and Die covered their faces and went inside.

On immediate inspection, Kaoru could tell that the fire had been controlled.  The bed was burned, along with the floor, and yet everything else seemed untouched by the flames that were long snuffed out.

“There was definitely a struggle this time,” Die pointed towards the broken mirror.  He nodded his head in agreement.

The fire had scorched the broken shards of glass on the floor.  If there had been DNA on there it probably wouldn’t be viable now.  The whole reason for the fire he supposed.  He glanced at the torched bed and then towards the bathroom.  Inside he found a young man sitting in the tub, full of bloody water.  But not only his corpse could be smelled, but the aroma of bleach as well.  He cursed out; the likely hood of getting a useable DNA sample was diminishing quickly.

Kaoru looked at the poor bastard in the tub and sighed.  Seeing the wound on his neck seemed to fit everything from other victims, but as he looked around, Kaoru could see an open wound on the top of his head.  Now that was different.

“Die.”

His partner came in the bathroom and looked at the wounds as well, “You’d have to be really strong to plunge a knife through a skull.”

He was deep in thought when he noticed the window, the lock was hanging loose, like it had been damaged, maybe someone had broken in? “Die, do you think our killer could have had help?”

“Shit,” Was all his partner could say.

*

Kyo knew this would probably happen, he had anticipated it.  But not so soon, he was glad that Toshiya had enough wits about him to keep his composure upon learning his identity.

Even bruised up and without make up, Toshiya was perfect. And Kyo couldn’t wait to have another go inside him.

He had hope that they could kill together now.  It could be beautiful. It would be.

Shinya informed him about more samples coming in from a crime scene, he knew it was from his and Toshiya’s and if there had been anything that had survived his clean up, he would make sure it didn’t see the light of day.

*

Finally, Kaoru was out on the streets, hunting for his hooker.  Or at least any information about her.  He approached a group of younger women who were obviously waiting for tricks.  In front of them, he offered a polite smile, “Evening ladies.”

“Hey handsome, looking for fun?” One of them said.

“You’re not in any trouble,” he said before they could run away, “but I’m a police officer and I’m looking for someone.”

Sharing a few glances with each other, the one that had originally talked to him nodded her head, “Looking for a working girl?”

Kaoru nodded and pulled out a picture of Suzuki Akira, the latest victim, “Have you seen any of them going with this man?”

After showing off the photo to the girls, all of them shook their heads except for one who he hadn’t really paid attention to before, she laughed and smiled, “Oh honey! Yeah I’ve seen him, you’re looking for a working ladyboy then.”

“Ladyboy?” Kaoru frowned, like the boys in Thailand?

One girl curled her lips, “You know, a pretty boy, dresses up like a woman.”

“And what did this ladyboy look like?”

“Hard to remember, gorgeous. Had legs that went on forever.” The woman sighed.

“So he’s tall?”

“Yes and black hair.” The woman nodded to herself.  Kaoru couldn’t help but frown.  That didn’t exactly narrow down the population of Japan by that much.

“Could you identify him if you saw a picture?”

“I don’t think so, didn’t really see his face.”

Of course, he could never get so lucky, “Is there a particular spot where he goes for his tricks?”

She nodded and pointed down the street, “Down there in front of the bar.”

Kaoru thanked them, and after turning down a few free offers, he was on his way to watch the location they indicated.

&&&&
A/N: Sorry for mistakes. So look, I wrote something, even though I am really sick.  But I seriously couldn't stop daydreaming hardcore and I took that as I sign, and after trying to write on a bunch of different things, I finished this.  Hope it's alright. Kinda don't like it.

http://kyoselflove.livejournal.com/119003.html

Title - I Fuck You To Fuck You Over
Author -kyoselflove
Rating - NC17
Chapter - 19/20
Genre - AU, Angst, Drama
Warnings - Cheating, Language, Rough Sex, Depression, Abuse, Dub-Con, Violence, Drug Use, etc.
Pairings - Reita/Uruha, Reita/Kai, Aoi/Uruha, Ruki/Uruha, Aoi/Kai, Kai/Uruha, Ruki/OFC
Summary - Reita and Uruha have been in a long relationship but lately it hasn't been what it used to be. Reita tries to find a way to rekindle their love but Uruha doesn't approve of his methods.
Disclaimer - I am not affiliated with the bands or band members. This is a mere product of my imagination, none of this is true.
Notes - Thanks to such positive words of encourgement from my fellow readers, I knocked this chapter out. <3 Only one more left!

[Chapter One] | [Chapter Two] | [Chapter Three] | [Chapter Four] | [Chapter Five] | [Chapter Six] | [Chapter Seven] | [Chapter Eight] | [Chapter Nine] | [Chapter Ten] | [Chapter Eleven] | [Chapter Twelve] | [Chapter Thirteen] | [Chapter Fourteen] | [Chapter Fifteen] | [Chapter Sixteen] | [Chapter Seventeen] | [Chapter Eighteen]

Kai’s whole persona had been full of desperation.  Eventually, late in the night he had cried himself to sleep.  Both Uruha and him snuck out of the bedroom.

Reita was determined to get some damn answers. Even though he prided on himself for not being completely oblivious, he knew there was something not good going on, he just had to figure out what the fuck it was.

“What the hell is going on?”

Sighing, Uruha brushed hair out of his face and looked at Reita with those gorgeous eyes. “I’m not really sure myself, it’s something you’ll have to ask him.  In fact, I think tomorrow when everyone is rested, we should all sit down and talk.”

That idea frightened him, given he would never let it show, “Yeah, alright.”

Somehow they had come out here together, to do one thing or another, but both of them seemed too tired to even open their mouths any further.  Reita was fine with that, Uruha rested his head on his shoulder and they sat there, comfortable and sleepy.

Uruha broke the silence, “Let’s just go to bed.”

With sluggish and over dramatic movements, Reita moved towards their bedroom where Kai was currently sleeping.  Scooting in, he rested on his back, wrapping one arm around Kai and then one behind Uruha when he got in, offering a muttered goodnight to Uruha.

“Night, love you.” He heard in return.

*

Of course, in the morning, Kai was gone.  Reita tried to control his anger and let out a shaky sigh.  Maybe he had left a note? After searching the apartment more than thoroughly, there was nothing.  Un-fucking-believable.

Uruha came towards him, where he sat sulking at the kitchen table, “Kai’s gone?”

Reita nodded in confirmation.

“Maybe it’s for the best.”

“I’m getting real fucking tired of this routine.” It seemed when Kai would actually sense up and stay, Reita would turn around and boom, Kai would be gone, again.

“Reita…” Uruha looked conflicted, so Reita edged him on, with a notion of his hand,  “I didn’t want to say anything but I think it might do some good. That you and I take a little vacation. To get away from this stuffy apartment. And to get away from…Kai.”

“With what money—“ Reita didn’t even need to finish that sentence. Of course any money that Uruha magically ended up came from his sugar daddy. He tried not to grind his teeth.

“I think we should, no matter what. It will give us time to find ourselves again…and each other,” pausing, glancing at Uruha’s somber expression, all the slight anger Reita felt slipped away again.  What he really needed was anger management.  At least he was able to admit it that was the first step.  Right?

Reita’s voice shook, “Do you think—that then, we would be okay?”

Dark eyes darted away from his direction, Reita felt his heart pang with guilt, and then he heard Uruha whisper, “I don’t know…”

That look of uncertainty, fear and longing in Uruha’s eyes were enough to make Reita determined to make things right.

*

Undisclosed amount of weeks later…

Reita never asked how much Uruha may have acquired from Ruki…

But he was definitely not complaining now.  Of course of all the places to go in the world, Uruha was afraid to fly too far away and they ended up in South Korea.  Claiming that Seoul was a city full of new experiences; which included beautiful men and art.

Yes, men.  After fucking everything, Uruha had even offered that he was fine with them taking another man in bed—together.  To say that the idea didn’t excite him would be lying, but he thought it through and decided he would never go down that road again.

If there would ever be a third man in their relationship again, Reita would want no one other than Kai.  The one he still loved, or at least thought he did.  Kai—whom they hadn’t heard from since that night.  He worried everyday that he would see in the news that his body was found.  Then it got to the point where he was concerned that Kai would end up at some place so far gone that no one would even find his body.

“Reita,” hearing his name, he looked at Uruha, still in a daze.  Currently they were sitting on a rooftop at a somewhat casual in-between fancy restaurant.  Seoul’s lights brightening the night sky, a warm breeze from the ocean drifting over them. “Reita, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Going off into your own world…and worrying,” Uruha’s bow lips frowned because he knew exactly what Reita was so troubled about.  When in fact, his mind should be contemplating something else entirely.  In his pocket was a simple band, not even gold. Maybe silver, he wasn’t good at this shit.  On a rooftop, in a sort-of-exotic place, with the man he loves.  It all seemed cliché, but right.

Uruha and him had been through it all, thick and thin.  Though useless because they couldn’t even really marry, it was the thought that counted right?  No one else in the world had to care or know.  It just needed to be between them, so that Uruha knew that Reita would never leave him again and that he would pronounce his undying love for him.  Be the romantic man that Uruha deserved, maybe even throw in some roses for fuck’s sake.

“Reita, maybe we should go back to the hotel,” lifting one hand in the air, Uruha waived over a waiter, ready for the check.  Ready to leave and Reita couldn’t help but think this would end his chance to do this again.  Or end his courage altogether.

“Wait—no. Not yet.”

Setting all his attention on him, Uruha waited for an explanation, or anything.  Reita swallowed.

Reaching his hands over the table, he grabbed Uruha’s and held them in his own.  Clearing his throat, he could almost feel the dinner that they had just enjoyed threatening its way back up.

“Shima,” he began, feeling the rough skin of Uruha’s inner hands, “you are the most wonderful man—no person—I have ever met.” Uruha laughed and he knew that he was blushing as well, but before Uruha could tell him how corny he was acting, Reita continued, “Both of us aren’t perfect, we’re only human.  Humans that have a special need that must be addressed for each of us individually. Your need is to be loved, taken care of, and…fuck.”

Take a breath.

“And I failed at that,” Uruha opened his mouth but Reita shook his head, “maybe we both did. We both made mistakes. The point being, that we are here now. Together. I’ve never felt stronger about anything except the first day I asked you out. I was a complete mess then but an even more mess now, and yet here you are still with me.  Through it all. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to be by my side. No matter what.”

Another breath, before continuing he looked at the wide smile on Uruha’s face and almost felt like a sappy romantic.  Retracting his right hand, he tug into his pocket to find the cheap ring and withdrew it.

“Uruha, do you want to marry me?”

All tension left him when Uruha started laughing, “You’re supposed to say, ‘will you marry me?’ Of course I want to!”

Not caring what others thought, Reita leaned over the table a kissed Uruha and slipped the ring over his finger.

“I love you,” Uruha still kept his smile, “you loveable idiot.”

“Hey!” Sitting back down in his chair, he let his lips curl up, “And yeah I love you too.”

“God! Way to ruin the moment!” He knew Uruha was joking but his heart skipped a beat where he thought he really might have done just that. “I can’t believe this is happening!”

He was glad that Uruha was happy, right now that was all that mattered.  One step at a time, they would get through this. Recover from their shaky past like they always did.

 “Now is when I take you back to the hotel and we fuck—“ seeing the happiness fade to a glare made Reita change that up, “I mean, make love. Right?”

*

Uruha still didn’t know if he was living in reality or still stuck somewhere in a dream.  One dream that he thought would never happen was actually coming true.  Reita loved him, wanted to be with him and marry him.  It was more than he could of asked for.

Back at the hotel, he retreated into the bathroom with a special hand picked outfit—courtesy of Ruki—speaking of who, Uruha pulled out his mobile and texted his friend.

you won’t believe it! I’m engaged <33333

It never took long for a reply to come in.

That’s great! So happy for you, now go celebrate (^_－)☆

Smiling to himself he set his phone down and proceeded to take off his clothes.  Inside his little gift bag, there was a set of fishnets, garter belt, and laced women’s underwear.  Holding the soft material in his hands already had him getting excited.  He just hoped that Reita was really okay with all this.  Of course, he had to be, he loved him.  No matter what.

Completely naked in front of the bathroom mirror, Uruha admired himself.  He had never been vain but he did feel comfortable for the most part with his body.  First he took a generous helping of lube and applied it at and in his entrance.  He had to be well prepared for the night after all; his finger slipped in easily, at the contact his cock twitched.

Removing his fingers, he cleaned them off and the slipped on the tights, he made sure to go slow and enjoy every bit.  His fingers sliding around the top when he reached his thigh to even it out, and then he let them slap against his skin.  And he couldn’t help but shudder.

Next came the lace panties, black and fitting, hugging tightly against his semi-erect cock; the fabric felt amazing, making him moan out a little bit.  Then the little slip with the garter belt, clipping them on to his fishnets, he let out sigh.  Feeling comfortable, sexy; he was ready to give Reita one hell of a night.

Exiting the bathroom, he saw Reita sprawled out on the bed with the television remote in his hand.  Shirtless, yet still wearing his worn out jeans, and Uruha could happily say, looking sexy as hell.  And all his.

Feet spread apart, he stood tall with his right hip sticking out and arms by his sides, “Well?”

Reita looked away from the TV and immediately jumped off the bed, the remote flying off somewhere in the room. “Uh…”

Uruha took that as a good sign, that he was speechless.  Slinking towards his fiancé—still strange to him to think about it, fiancé—Uruha ran his hands over Reita’s bare chest and leaned in close to his ear, “Will you fuck me?”

Arms wrapped around him, “I thought that…it was making love.”

Deciding to shut him up, Uruha brought his lips to Reita’s, chaste at first but quickly soaring to passionate which would eventually become plain sloppy.  Just the way he liked it.  His left hand ventured down Reita’s body, making its way down to grip his fiancés growing erection through his jeans.

Believe it or not, the last few weeks they had abstained from any type of sexual intercourse.  So Uruha was absolutely sure that tonight would be one passion-fueled night.

Moving away from Reita’s mouth, Uruha trailed his lips and tongue down that toned torso, until he hooked his teeth around the band of the pair of jeans in his way.  He heard Reita chuckle, using his hand Uruha unbuttoned and slowly unzipped the intrusive clothing.

Pulling out Reita’s cock, Uruha moved closer, pushing his nose against the small patch of pubes and inhaled the musky scent.  Hands in his hair tugged and tangled, Uruha took the hint and darted his tongue out to lick the tip of Reita’s leaking cock.  A shiver ran down his half-nude body at the taste of pre-cum, without a second thought Uruha took the length into his mouth, circling his tongue around the head before sliding up and down the slit.

“Fuck Shima, you know just what I like,” Reita moaned.

The use of his childhood nickname made it all the more intimate and erotic; he hummed over the flesh in his mouth and took more in.  So thick and hot, feeling oddly fitting in his mouth, Uruha couldn’t get enough.

“You need to stop or I won’t last.”

Uruha pulled away, licking his wet lips, “We have all night.”

Going back to the hardened flesh in front of him, Uruha smirked as he licked down the shaft and brought his hand up to cup Reita’s balls.  Bobbing his head, he took it all into his throat and almost all the way back out, with his fingers trailing back into the cleft of Reita’s ass.

A cry out and the tightened grip in his hair let him know it was time, moving the tip into his mouth, Uruha caught all the delicious cum right on his tongue, savored it and then swallowed.

Arms hooked underneath his armpits and hoisted him up; Reita practically tossed him on the bed with a look of hunger.  “Still not satisfied then?” Uruha wiggled his ass and spread his legs.

“Never…” Reita growled and climbed on the bed over him.

Another kiss, bare chests pressed against one another, and Uruha’s aching cock rubbing against Reita’s already awakening one.  He couldn’t help but smile, or at least try to while Reita kept placing little kisses all over his mouth.

“Maybe you’re not so old after all.”

“Will you shut up,” A nip to his lips, “before I decided to go to sleep instead.”

Grabbing ahold of Reita’s erection, Uruha guided it to his entrance, slipping the panties to the side and lowered himself down on it before Reita even thought of changing his mind again.

Both of them clung to each other, whimpers and moans mingling together as they made love.  Each thrust swelling his heart, their eyes never left each other’s, lips kept together…

He felt complete once again.  All his fears, troubles, and obligations so far away.  Right now and it was just Reita and Uruha.  The way it should have always been and continue to be.

Or so he hoped.

When dreams become a reality there is always the chance of them ending the way they weren’t supposed to.

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A/N: Can I get a round of applause? Holy shit. The power of words my friends.  I only had 200 words written on this chapter and then I had a break down, about to quit it all you all saved me! And then this all flew out begging to be written down. So thank you everyone for being awesome and suffering through my little fits <3

You're all the reason I write, so I hope this wasn't a dissapointment.  Also, one chapter left...then I can focus on Dancing With You or maybe that new side story I was talking about...

Hot damn.

And sorry for mistakes, I read through it three times and caught a ton...but I know I probably still missed some...

Comments are love <3

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Title - Counting the Days
Author - kyoselflove
Rating - NC17
Chapter - 1/1
Genre - AU, Angst
Warnings - Dubcon, drugs, dark.
Pairings - Tsuzuku/Koichi
Summary - To Tsuzuku what they have is nothing but to Koichi what they have is everything.
Disclaimer - I am not affiliated with the bands or band members. This is a mere product of my imagination, none of this is true.
Notes - Short oneshot.

On the floor obscured by a bundle of blankets were two equally fucked up men.  One mentally while the other physically.  Tsuzuku had an appearance with body modifications and ink, an easygoing likeable guy yet what lingered in the depths of his mind any sane person would cringe and point a finger at him, deeming him unfit for society.  Koichi on the other hand lie there on the brink of death, his weakened body fighting to survive the amounts of drugs pumped into his body.  He was otherwise a somewhat normal guy, though he went great lengths to prove that he would do anything for the one he loves.

Koichi loves Tsuzuku.

In Tsuzuku’s mind, he doesn’t think of love as an actual existing thing, he simply enjoys the company of Koichi and is in awe at what Koichi would do to satisfy him.  Simply put, Tsuzuku loved to use the other, warping his so-called love to his advantage.

And Koichi knew this, but it didn’t matter now did it?

Here in Koichi’s suffocating and small apartment, no furniture besides a table and chair against the wall, not even a kitchen, he reminisced.  Tsuzuku had met Koichi on the streets a bump by chance.  He found it ironic, never been a believer of fate yet that meeting had stirred his beliefs.  They talked barely, only periodically when necessary.  Along the line, Tsuzuku found out that Koichi worked down at the fish market, or not.  These pointless facts of each other’s lives weren’t important to him.  He could honestly not give a fuck what Koichi did with his life and his whole backstory.

All that matters is now and what he wants now is just Koichi, no feelings, no longings, and no memories.  A simple need of physical satisfaction.

Koichi’s eyes fluttered before falling shut, his breathing shallow and slowed.  Testing his state of consciousness, Tsuzuku picked up his frail wrist, raising it up in the air before letting it fall back to the floor with a thud.  Not a single movement from Koichi.

Smiling in the darkness of the one room apartment, Tsuzuku tore away at the smothering covers revealing Koichi’s bare flesh.  He let his hand wander down his flat stomach and thin hips before resting it between his slender thighs.  There he pushed them apart, already prepped and waiting for him was the tight heat ready to take him whole.

The reality that Koichi’s still beating heart could stop at any moment kept his cock fully erect.  His crazed smile held firmly on his face as he slid between Koichi’s limp thighs.  Positioning Koichi’s legs on top of his shoulders, he pushed right in.  No reaction below him, the only sound in the room were his own ragged breaths as he slid out and back in again.

Pushing forward he incased his cock all the way into Koichi’s body, help from the streetlights outside Tsuzuku could see Koichi’s still face.  He began to thrust.

With each buck of his hips Koichi’s body moved like a ragdoll, his legs sliding off his shoulders.  Tsuzuku pulled out and rolled over Koichi’s body on to his stomach, shoving the blankets underneath Koichi to prop his ass up a little bit in the air, Tsuzuku grabbed his hips and rammed back in.  The wet slaps of his cock driving into that ass drove him wild.  And how easy it is to manipulate Koichi’s body to his will fascinates him.

It wasn’t long before he filled that tight ass with his cum.

*

Being awakened by sunlight is never a welcoming way to start the morning for Tsuzuku.  Even worse, Koichi nudging at his side.

Their eyes locked.

Koichi’s whole body is sore and as soon as his eyes opened he knew what had happened.  Even if he is verbally okay with what Tsuzuku did, mentally he couldn’t think that he would ever be able to get over it.  He swirled his fingers along Tsuzuku’s inked skin, “If I had od’d would you have kept going?”

“Yes,” he would have gone for round two, Tsuzuku thought.

He didn’t know why he assumed he would hear something different, either way it gave him chills and reminded him how little his mere existence mattered.  Shifting on the floor, he winced when he could feel his wet hole still sore.

This would be the perfect time to get up and leave.  Tsuzuku didn’t even know why he had spent the night to be honest.  He could have avoided this awkward encounter and Koichi’s lovesick dependent eyes on him.  If he didn’t leave soon, the pleas of a conventional relationship will start spilling from Koichi’s pale lips.  Staring at Koichi’s lips, he began to lose himself in thought, about how quick and simple it would be to end Koichi’s life.

Koichi on the other hand is lost in his own world, where him and Tsuzuku were happy, together.  Having a circle of friends together, living together, and both making love together.

Removing himself from the cold floor, Tsuzuku began to dress his naked body.  He needed to make a fast escape or else he would really go through with his begging mind.

“You don’t have to go! I can make some tea…” a trailed whisper, falling on deaf ears.  Koichi’s weak attempts to salvage whatever they had together.

And so it begins, if Koichi wasn’t so lenient with the sex Tsuzuku would never put up with him in the first place.  It made him physically ill when Koichi begged like a bitch in heat for him to stay and play house.  Boots on, he is already walking towards the door when the arm grabs him.  Turning around on instinct he raises his hand and delivers a backhanded slap to Koichi’s face.  Yes, so easy to kill.

Koichi falls to the floor holding his face, no look of horror on his features because this he is used to.  He can never stop the tear that rolls down his cheek though.

“I’ll be back next week, be ready,” Tsuzuku calls out calmly before walking out.

Counting the days is what Koichi will do; then again if he fails to die he will simply try again to have Tsuzuku stay.

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A/N: I've been having a lot of fucked up dreams lately, this is one of them.
Excuse mistakes, wrote in 15 minutes and I'm fucked up.

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Title: Scars
Author: qijae
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Drama, angst, romance
Warning: Rape, Self harm, Self Injury
Summary: Jaejoong’s journey through abusive father, friendship, betrayal, pain and love, is one to remember. Life is dangerous, especially for Jaejoong. When he met Yunho, his life turned around. But is it for the better or worse?

Ep. 9

The kissed was real. The soft and moist lips that he touched were making Sang Woo slowly losing his mind. He looked deep into Jaejoong's eyes after they had broken apart because of the lack of air, caressing his cheek gently.

Jaejoong didn’t give a sign he was struggling but his expression showed that he was extremely shocked with what just happened.

“What the hell were you doing?”

“Kissing you,”

Sang Woo stated the obvious and leant forward. “You’re really beautiful when I saw you this up-close,” his eyes travelled down, staring at those lips again. He pulled back and released the gripped on Jaejoong’s shoulders.

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I was just curious, that’s all. Anyway, you looked like you used to kiss guys before. How many men had touched you?”

“Watch your mouth, Sang Woo-shii,”

He chuckled.

“The hickeys on your neck…”

Jaejoong’s eyes wide and immediately covered them with his hand.

“They were all from Yunho, right? C’mon, I can tell when you’re lying, Jaejoong-shii. What exactly is your relationship with Yunho looks like? I’m pretty sure it is more than friends,”

Jaejoong looked away and gripped his cold hands. Sang Woo let out a sighed and walked away. “That’s enough for tonight. I won’t ask more but it was fun teasing you like that,” he turned his body around and looked at Jaejoong.

“Why don’t you spend a night here? It’s already late and you can’t go anywhere with this kind of condition anyway. You can think about your next plan when you wake up tomorrow. Don’t worry… I won’t tell him. I know what kind of person Yunho is. If he wants something, he will make sure he gets it no matter what. Even it kills him,”

Jaejoong stunned, eyes staring at Sang Woo.

“You can stay in the guest room and tell me if you want anything,”

Sang Woo smiled and walked toward his own bed room.

The complicated matters made Jaejoong really hard to breathe as he slowly sat on the chair and exhaled. He rested his head and staring at the ceiling before he closed his eyes. He didn’t know what he felt anymore.

Numb.

It had been two days and Yunho couldn’t really focus on his job lately. He couldnt pay any attention during the meeting and he talked less.

He had been cancelling all important appointments and spent more time in his office or his room.

Changmin was worried about his condition but there was nothing he could do to make his master smiled again unless he found Jaejoong.

It was 3.32 pm and the President played with his pen and stared blankly on the white paper. Whenever he remembered the note that Jaejoong left in the room, he would groan in disappointed. He didn’t know the reason why he left, as well as the meaning of the note.

Quit?

Was it a suicide note? What if he did something stupid again? What if he cut a little too deep again? Did his father threat him with something more hardcore?

“Master,”

Changmin whispered to rip his wandered mind and Yunho jolted with the sudden called. He looked at Changmin, clueless with what just happened before turned to look at the people in front of him. He was in the meeting room and someone was presenting in the front.

“I’m sorry, please continue,”

The presenter nodded his head and continued on presenting.

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.

.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Sang Woo stepped up after the meeting ended. He looked at Changmin before returning his gaze toward Yunho.

“Hey?”

Yunho repeated and walked closer. “Just because I don’t take action for all the shits you messed with me doesn’t mean you can drop the honorific, Sang Woo-shii. I’m your President, a President of this hotel, so please watch your words,”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, my bad. But… if this is about Jaejoong…”

Yunho gripped his hands.

“You should give up… don’t waste your time for someone who doesn’t love you back-”

Yunho attacked Sang Woo’s collar and pulled him closer.

“Why don’t you mind your own business? I'm not in a very good condition right now. So, listen… don’t you ever say his name with your dirty mouth because I don’t like it. If you are really interested about us, why don’t you quit your job and be a fucking detective? Now look, Sang Woo-shii… I will give you another chance and once you exceed my limit, I won’t tolerate with your attitude anymore,” Yunho whispered strongly, holding back his anger.

“Did he run away from you?”

Yunho’s eyes wide.

“Of course, of course… if I was him… I would run away from a beast as well,”

Yunho snapped out of it and when he was about to punch Sang Woo on his face, Changmin pulled his hand away, deterred him from doing such thing because the President was still in his hotel.

People were watching.

“Master, please. Please calm down, this isn’t a right place,”

He clenched his jaw and finally let go of the tight gripped from the collar and pushed Sang Woo away. Sang Woo smirked and fixed his tie which made Yunho wanted to beat the shit out of this man even more.

Right after he done fixing his tie, Sang Woo bowed in front of Yunho and walked away, acting natural as if nothing happened. Yunho inhaled a deep breath and let it go all at once before he inserted his hands into his pocket and looked up, controlling his tempered. He closed his eyes, counting until ten then he opened his eyes back.

“I really don’t like him, that bastard,”

Changmin looked at the disappearing sight of Sang Woo before returned to look at his Master back.

“Master…”

“I’m going home. Cancel all the appointments,”

“But this is your third time-”

“I said,” Yunho turned to look at Changmin. “… cancel,”

Changmin didn’t have choice but to follow and bowed politely before Yunho walked away, loosened up his tie in wrath.

-

It was near midnight and Yunho finally home. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw his coat and tie away. He felt thirsty so he went to the kitchen to drink a glass of cold water. After he put the glass in the sink, he ruffled his hair and walked toward the living room.

His steps were lazy and fainted.

He decided to skip the television and went straight to his room for nap. When he turned left, he was stunned when he saw Jaejoong’s room was bright.

Someone switched on the light.

Is he here?

Yunho’s heart was beating fast as he felt nervous and also curious. He immediately ran toward the room and opened the door just to find out that it was-

“Jaejoong-ah!”

His cousin, Junsu.

“Oh! Hyung!”

Junsu walked toward him with a big smiled and embraced him.

“I was waiting for you!” he looked at Yunho, who was still looking dumbfounded.

He never locked this room because he afraid Jaejoong would return home but he didn’t expect this. His heart crushed as he felt really disappointed. What was he thinking?

“Hyung?”

He released the embraced, walked passed Junsu and sat on the bed. He let out a long sighed and face palming himself. Seriously, what was he thinking?

“You… don’t look happy… were you expecting someone else? I’m sorry, I thought this room was empty but it turned out that someone was living here… was it him? Was it Jaejoong-hyung? I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t enter this room without the owner’s permission,”

“No… it’s okay…” Yunho smiled faintly and looked at Junsu.

“How did you manage to come inside? You should at least called me so that I could prepare dinner for you,”

“I have the key. You gave it to me before… erm… actually I was thinking to surprise you but I think… it didn’t turn out well,” Junsu scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Both of them remained silent for a quite long time and Junsu didn’t know what to say either. He just was staring at the room that filled with books.

Someone stayed here; no doubt.

“Have you taken your dinner? I will ask Changmin go out and buy something if you want,”

“Ah, yes! I already ate. Well… I think this isn’t a right time, I will leave now,”

“Where are you going? Spend the night here, you can choose any rooms that you want. It’s already late anyway,” Yunho said and Junsu thinned his lips in uncomfortable.

“It’s okay! I don’t want to disturb you since you look so tired,”

Yunho sighed. He stood up and walked toward Junsu.

“C’mon, spend a night here, okay? Relax, I’m just tired and it’s just… something really bad happened this week but please don’t take it seriously,”

“I understand. But… Jaejoong-hyung… is he here? I don’t see him around,”

When Yunho didn’t answer, Junsu immediately assumed that what Yunho meant by something bad happened this week was caused by Jaejoong. He didn’t see the pretty man around, he must be out somewhere.

“This room is belong to him, right? Hyung, you know I’m here for you. When I hugged you, you reeked of alcohol, did you drink?”

“I did…a few. So, em, I’m going to bed now, I’m tired. You can sleep in any rooms you want, okay?”

Yunho drew a smiled, a bitter smiled and patted Junsu on the shoulder before he walked out from the room with his messy steps. Junsu was worried; he knew something was wrong, something did happen between Yunho and Jaejoong.

He needed to find out as soon as possible.

It was almost 2am in the morning and Jaejoong still didn’t sleep yet. He wandered around the living room and approached the shelter filled with books. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t even close his eyes because lots of things played in his messed up mind.

He covered his obvious hickey especially on the neck with a Band-Aid because whenever he looked at it, his body felt hot as if he could still felt Yunho’s touched on his body. To be honest, it was his first sex with a man and he should admit that it felt way too good. He never thought Yunho was a good kisser, he was good with being top and leading.

“For fuck’s sake, stop,”

Jaejoong shakes his head, trying to snap out of it and decided to focus on the books.

Maybe he should read a book. Any kind of book didn’t matter as long as it made him felt sleepy. The shelter was made from wood and the smelled of the nature attracted Jaejoong so much.

He picked the book randomly and read the title on the hard cover.

Nothing interested.

Later, he flipped the pages and his eyes followed every word. He turned his body around and rested his back on the shelter, he slowly getting hook by the book.

When he flipped the next page, he saw an old dusty picture was found hidden. Jaejoong took the picture and narrowed his eyebrows.

It was a picture of a family.

An old charismatic man, a beautiful woman and also a little boy. It was like a family picture. The little boy was smiling brightly between his parents.

“What are you doing?”

Jaejoong was startled by the sudden voice that greeted him and it was Sang Woo. He was standing right in front of him.

“What are you doing at this hour?”

Jaejoong put the picture back on the same page and closed the book immediately when the man slowly walked toward him.

“Isn’t it obvious? I was reading a book,”

Sang Woo looked at the book and his eyes went wide. He immediately snatched the book away from him and Jaejoong watched the sudden strange behavior of the man in front of him. “Do not touch my stuff,” he said and Jaejoong crossed his arms, leaning on the wall.

“Why? Isn’t it interesti-”

Sang Woo gripped on the shirt’s collar which made Jaejoong felt more excited.

“You’re acting strange, do you realize that?”

The cold stared of Sang Woo soon changed as he drew a smiled, his signature warmed smiled. He let Jaejoong go and fixed the shirt.

“I’m sorry,”

“Was it you? The little boy in that picture?”

“Ahh… now you’re interested about my life, aren’t you?”

“No, I decided to let it go but since your behavior was kinda shocking just now… I think I deserved an answer,” he walked closer and looked up at the tall man, staring at those eyes. “I don’t think I’m the only one who fucked up here,” he whispered and Sang Woo gripped his hands tightly.

Watching the tensed reaction from Sang Woo made Jaejoong felt funny. He back off and gave one last stared before he walked away from the living room, leaving Sang Woo alone. The man gripped the book and bit his lower lip as the anger accumulated inside.

Yunho didn’t leave his mansion, not even shower, not even breakfast, not even nothing. He rested his head on the couch and it was a really silence morning.

Last night coffee was still on the same table. The cigarettes and newspaper were scattered everywhere. The house smells tobacco and Yunho looked messy. He had been spending his time in his study room more than his own bed room.

He closed his eyes and rested his head on the chair when someone suddenly knocked the door.

“Excuse me, Master,”

“What,”

“Someone is here to meet you,”

Yunho sat up properly and light up the cigarette. He blew the smoke and looked at the young one.

“Someone?”

“She claimed that she saw Jaejoong,”

Yunho’s eyes wide.

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.

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A girl, a very pretty girl walked into the mansion as she looked around and awe by the design of the beautiful mansion. She kept walking until she arrived at the living room and saw a man sat on the couch, staring at her intensely.

“She’s here,”

Yunho stood up and walked toward the girl. She was shocked by how tall Yunho was when the man came closer.

“Park Shin Hye?” he stared up and down and she nodded nervously.

“I… I don’t think you remembered me but I was there when he fainted. We met once in the hospital before… well, emm, I’m an ELS student,”

Yunho blew the smoke and she coughed.

“Spill the truth… I don’t like liars,” he stated it strongly and she gripped her bag tightly.

“I… I saw him near Yeoksam-dong… with a man. I don’t know him but he wore a fancy suit and looked very friendly,”

“Yeoksam-dong?”

“Yes… and they talked about something, I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what they talked about. But Jaejoong-oppa didn’t look very well that time... it was raining and I couldn’t see clearly, they were gone after that,”

Yunho clenched his jaw.

There was only one man that he knew lived in Yeoksam-dong.

Sang Woo.

-

It was a very awkward situation between Jaejoong and Sang Woo after what happened last night. He was having lunch without looking at the man in front of him at all. The coffee was getting cold and Jaejoong still played with his fork, didn’t touch the food at all.

“Is something bothering you?”

“Yes,”

He put the fork down and finally looked at Sang Woo.

“I’ll leave today. Thank you for letting me stays here for a while,”

Sang Woo smiled.

“Have you already planned where you wanna go?”

“Maybe, the thing is… it doesn’t matter. I will survive anyway, so stop asking, I’m not in a good condition since morning, my head sick,”

After he had his lunch, Jaejoong wore his old clothes and walked toward the door. He put on his shoes and turned his body around, looking at the man who was smiling warmly toward him. Sometimes he wondered, didn’t he feel tired smiling all day?

“Be careful,”

As soon as Jaejoong opened the door, he was shocked to find out that Yunho was already standing there. He freeze himself when he saw Yunho, a real Yunho was there, standing, looking at him with those hazel eyes.

“Y-Yunho-ah…”

“Oh,” Sang Woo stunned. “Looks like you’re busted this time, Jaejoong-shii,” he smiled; a very manipulative smiled which made Yunho sick.

“What the fuck are you doing in his house?”

“Well, actually-”

“Shut the fuck up, Sang Woo! I didn’t ask you!” Yunho lost it, then averted his eyes toward Jaejoong. “Look at your face, surprise to see me? Was it fun? Making me suffer like this?” Jaejoong didn’t answer, he didn’t because he couldn’t.

“Do you wanna see me mad? Then, I’ll show you how mad I am,”

He pulled Jaejoong’s arm harshly and Jaejoong winced in pained.

“Let him go, Yunho,”

Sang Woo took Jaejoong’s another arm.

“Don’t fuck with me,”

“I don’t. Look, can you see? He doesn’t want you-”

Yunho punched him hard with his fist. His eyes were burning with anger. His body shook as he tried to control his tempered.

“What did you say?”

Ji Hoon wiped the bleeding lip and chuckled.

That made Yunho even more pissed. He moved further and punched Sang Woo on the same place again, but this time, he didn’t stop. He smashed stuff and they broke into pieces. The place was turning messed.

Changmin arrived late and as expected, Yunho was losing control again.

“Master!”

He grabbed Yunho’s arms and prevents him from making any dangerous action.

“Let me go, Changmin!” he huffed and breathes.

Sang Woo wiped the bleed and spit on the floor.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,”

He then turned his body around and spotted Jaejoong was still at the door. He walked toward him and gripped his arm once again; pulling him forcefully and they left the house. Changmin let out a sighed as he eyeing the messed that Yunho just created.

“Are you okay?” he asked when he saw Sang Woo tried to stand up. He wiped the blood off from his lips again and chuckled. “Man, he’s outta his mind, isn’t he? Because of one guy… yahhh, don’t you think it’s very interesting?”

“Stop messing with Yunho. You know what kind of person he is,”

Sang Woo’s smiled faded.

“Of course… I know him way too well…”

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- To Be Continued -

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Title: Scars
Author: qijae
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Drama, angst, romance
Summary: Jaejoong’s journey through abusive father, friendship, betrayal, pain and love, is one to remember. Life is dangerous, especially for Jaejoong. When he met Yunho, his life turned around. But is it for the better or worse?

Ep. 11

Yunho groaned in his sleep when the light hit directly on his face. He had difficulties to open his eyes, he was sweating and his wet brown hair stuck on the forehead. His breathing was uneven and all of a sudden he snapped his eyes opened. He sat up properly, catching his breath and looked around.

What time is it?

He grabbed his phone on the table and swallowed nervously. It was 11 am. It was already morning and why did he fall sleep in his Study Room? What happened last night?

"J-Jaejoong,"

He walked out from the room and ran outside, toward the living room.

Jaejoong wasn’t here.

His heart was beating fast as he searched from room to room but Jaejoong wasn’t there. He wasn’t here, he wasn’t in his room, where was he? Did he leave again?

"Jaejoong-ah!"

Yunho searched every corner of the mansion and when he arrived at the Reading Room, he opened the door harshly, making a loud slammed sound and his eyes wide when he finally saw Jaejoong was there, tip toeing to reach the book placed on the top shelter.

It was him, right? That blonde yellowish hair, that beautiful fragile body, it was him. It was Jaejoong.

Yunho immediately ran toward Jaejoong and hugged him from the back, making the short man jolted in surprised with the sudden action. He wrapped his arms around the small body tightly and rested his chin on Jaejoong’s right shoulder.

“I thought you were leaving me again,”

Jaejoong could feel Yunho’s arms were trembling as he hugged him.

“Thank God… I found you… I found you,”

There was something wrong with Yunho’s voice. Jaejoong could feel a body that was hugging him was burning. He turned around to check on Yunho and stunned when he saw Yunho’s face was pale and he was sweating. His lips dry but he still managed to draw a beautiful smiled when he caught Jaejoong looked at him.

“Wait,”

He placed his palm on Yunho’s forehead and he knew Yunho had a fever.

"You're not well,"

“I’m okay,”

“No, you’re not,”

Yunho huffed faintly and cupped Jaejoong’s face.

“Look, about yesterday… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m taking you to the hospital,”

Yunho pulled his arm.

“Listen,”

“No! You listen to me! You have a fever, Yunho,”

“Promise me you won’t leave me again,”

“Yunho!”

“Promise me first,”

Yunho coughed. He looked like he could faint any seconds from now.

“Fine! I promise,”

Yunho smiled and fell on Jaejoong’s shoulder. He passed out, his breathing was uneven and his body was burning. Jaejoong didn’t know what to do, he tried to hold Yunho but it was impossible for him since Yunho was taller than him.

“Hang in there! Yunho? Yunho, answer me!”

“Hyung! What happen? I heard screamin- oh! Yunho-hyung!”

“Quick, Junsu,”

“What’s wrong…”

“… he fainted…. Fever…”

“… ver…”

And Yunho lost into the dark.

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A basin filled with cold water and a clean towel was placed beside the bed. He dipped the towel in the cold water and put it on Yunho’s forehead while staring at the man who breathed so uneven. He wiped the whole body with the wet towel and thinned his lips when he saw how unhealthy Yunho was.

He stared around the room; the gloomy room that made the environment here felt so stressful. Since when Yunho’s room was messed up like this? Papers and documents were everywhere, books and clothes hanging here and there.

Since when?

“Do you want me to take over now? You can rest,” Junsu smiled and Jaejoong shook his head. “It’s okay, I will take care of this,” he replied, while wiping the wet towel all over the Yunho’s body. “If you said so… then I will excuse myself, I need to meet a friend. Please call me if you need anything,”

Jaejoong nodded his head and Junsu walked out, closed the door gently.

He was wiping over and over again until he stopped and stared at the sleeping face. Yunho looked sick and unhealthy. He didn’t like to watch Yunho in this kind of state as a sense of guilty was lingering.

“Look at you…” he bit his lips. “You were my cure and I was your disease. You were saving me but I was killing you,”

He put the towel aside and when he was about to stand up, he could listen Yunho was muttering something. He turned his head to check and Yunho was squirming. “Uhm…” he opened his eyes slowly and found out that he was lying on the bed, in his bedroom. A minute when he woke up, that was when he remembered about Jaejoong once again.

“I’m here,”

He immediately turned his head on the left and exhaled in relieved when he saw Jaejoong.

“Are you hungry? Do you wanna eat something? Drink?”

“No,”

Yunho smiled, grabbing Jaejoong’s hand.

“I’m happy to see you,”

Jaejoong pulled back his hand and huffed.

“Answer my questions,” he narrowed his eyebrows and Yunho found it was cute when Jaejoong mad.

“Are you worried?”

“Yunho-ah,”

Yunho grabbed his hand once again.

“Thank you for not leaving… and thank you, for keeping your promise,”

Jaejoong stunned.

“It hurts when you have someone in your heart but you can’t have them in your arms,”

He pulled Jaejoong’s neck gently and dragged him closer.

“But now you are here…”

He smiled and kissed Jaejoong on the cheek.

“I have my life back, I found my other half and it feels so good,” he caressed the cheek with the warm thumb. Jaejoong remained silent as he slowly looked downward. He didn’t know what to say. There were many things that he would like to say to Yunho but he didn’t know how.

“Come back to the hotel and be my assistant again,”

“No,” he immediately refused.

“Then what do you want?” he asked and Jaejoong remained silent, words didn’t come out as he was thinking deeply. “Do you wanna go back to your college? Just tell me anything that you wanna do, I will find a way for it,” Yunho smiled but that wasn’t what Jaejoong really wanted.

“Would you stop?”

He took Yunho’s hand off from his neck and put it on the bed.

“I will let you know after I think about it, so… can we stop talking about depressing stuff? Anyway, I made you a chicken porridge, if you want… I will prepare it for you. Do you want it?”

Yunho nodded his head and Jaejoong walked out toward the kitchen to prepare a chicken porridge for Yunho. The sick man stared at his own hand and soon drew a smiled. It was real. It was Jaejoong. He touched him and it felt so good. So good to see someone he loved was here.

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The smell of the coffee lingered in the J Holic.  A grande mug was served on the round table and Junsu took a sip of his favorite hot vanilla latte while waiting for his special guest. People were chatting, laughing, reading books and more.

When he turned his head on the left, the shine of the sun hit his face and it felt good.

“Sorry that I’m late,”

Yoochun greeted and sat in front of him. His pale face was blushing due to the coldness. He was wearing black trench coat, simple white tee and black skinny jeans.

“Coffee?”

“Oh, I almost forgot. Erm… can you wait for a few minutes? I’ll be back with my coffee,”

“Sure,”

Yoochun smiled before he stood up and walked toward the counter. He ordered his coffee and a slice of cake before returned back to his seat.

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When almost 20 minutes they were so into themselves, talking about life, education background and more, Yoochun put down his half cold coffee and looked at Junsu.

“So, would you mind telling me a little bit about your future shop?”

“Well…” Junsu put his mug down. “… I was thinking… you know, lately I’m so into vintage concept and plus it looked really cool, don’t you think? Flowers everywhere, arrange outside and inside and, yep, old looking bicycle as a decoration,” he couldn’t stop smiling while describing his future flower shop.

“Wow… I don’t have any idea you have such taste. I thought you were more into… you know… spaceships, galaxy… stuff... I’m sorry,” Yoochun scratched his hair sheepishly. “What?” Junsu couldn’t help but laughing when he heard that. It was just the opposite of him.

“Anyway, what makes you want to start this business? Don’t you think it’s a bit risky to open one in Korea?”

“I was asking myself a same question too, why? I don’t know either. Maybe because… I think flowers make people happy like people nowadays think gadgets are their happiness, right? Flowers, for me give scent that makes you happy. When people give flower to someone special, that blissful moment and that smile… are what I’ve been looking for,”

Yoochun’s heart skipped a beat.

It was such a very pure and honest answered coming from the mouth. He didn’t expect this kind of person still existed. But now that he saw with his own eyes, he had made a decision.

“I’m looking forward to work with you for this project,”

Junsu drew a huge smiled after they shake hands.

Yoochun took out his sketchbook and after that; they were drown into another deep discussion about the shop.

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Jaejoong went to the swimming pool located near the backyard of the mansion and rested his foot in the water. It felt cold and refreshing. He stared at the view in front of him and it was really breathtaking. He could see the entire Gangnam from here and it was insane.

He couldn’t run away. Yunho needed him, as well as himself. They needed each other’s. When the wind blowing gently, he closed his eyes and his hair dancing. When Yunho fainted, he never thought he would hurt so bad to see Yunho in that kind of condition because Yunho was Yunho. He always smiling and caring.

Should he go back to the hotel?

What was he going to do with his life after this?

He tried not to overthink too much but he couldn’t help it.

“You’re going to catch a cold if you stay here too long,”

Changmin said, walking closer.

“This is a really nice place,”

Changmin turned his head and looked at the view. He was right, it was a really nice place.

“Changmin-ah, do you know about Yunho’s parents?”

He suddenly asked, ripping the silent moment.

“Even if I know, I can’t tell you. I’m sorry,”

“Who is Woobin?” Jaejoong asked again, didn’t want to avoid this topic. “Yunho said… Woobin is his step brother. Did his father married again? What is exactly Yunho’s family looks like?” he turned and looked at Changmin, waiting for answers.

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“I can’t… with him in that kind of state,”

Jaejoong stated that strongly.

“I would love to tell you about my Master’s personal life but I can’t if he doesn’t let me to. I’m sorry, I can’t-”

“I will answer those questions for you,”

A tall guy with black leather jacket stepped inside and Changmin immediately bowed toward him politely.

“Young Master,”

“Yah, I told you to not call me that,”

“I’m sorry, Woo Bin-shii. Well, I will excuse myself now,” Changmin said, and then bowed toward Jaejoong before he soon left the place, leaving both Jaejoong and Woo Bin awkwardly. Jaejoong pulled out his legs from the swimming pool and stood up. He wrapped himself with his warm cardigan and walked toward tall guy.

“Why are you here?” he asked, staring at Woobin.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question? Why are you still here?” Woobin stared back, smirking.

“I’m here because your brother wanted me to stay here,”

Woobin narrowed his eyebrows.

“Who are you exactly? Why did he listen to you very well?”

Jaejoong sighed.

“I don’t remember Yunho has a friend like you. I caught you in this mansion for the first time and I already had a feeling that you’re not a good guy. What did you do to him? Did you threat him with something that I don’t know?”

“Are you here to interview me or you’re going to answer my questions?” he looked at those sharp eyes of Woobin’s and the young one held back his anger. “Don’t tell me, you are here because of money again?”

Woo Bin finally lose himself and gripped tightly on Jaejoong’s collar. He yanked him up.

“You really have a temper like your brother. Funny, I don’t surprise at all,”

“Let him go, Woo Bin-shii,”

Jong Suk said, crossing his arm.

Woo Bin cursed and pushed Jaejoong harshly after he saw Jong Suk was here, watching the scene.

“I’m sorry for his behavior just now, I’m Lee Jong Suk,” he bowed and Jaejoong fixed his collar.

“It’s okay since I'm used to this kind of thing… using violence-”

“Yah!”

“Woo Bin-shii, please shut your mouth for a while, hm?” Jong Suk warned as he didn’t please with the rudeness shown by the young guy just now. When he was about to say something, someone called his name with a hoarse voiced.

“Jong Suk-ah,”

Yunho greeted him from the back.

“Hyung! Are you okay?” Jong Suk ran toward Yunho. “You never had a fever before. What’s wrong? Can you walk? Aish, you shouldn’t move from your room, you should rest. Let me help you walk to your room,”

“I’m fine, you brat. It’s just a fever- woah! What is this? I smell ginseng. Did you bring this for me? Yah, isn’t this expensive?” he patted Jong Suk’s shoulder and then his eyes caught Woo Bin was there as well.

“It’s good to see you here, Woobin-ah,” Yunho smiled.

“Why are you so pale? Aren’t you the strongest man in our family? Don’t let father down, he won’t be happy if he heard you are sick. You know how cruel he can be sometimes,”

“He won’t know if you don’t tell him,”

When he wanted to take the ginseng pottery, Jong Suk refused to let Yunho carried it because it was heavy.

“How’s the company? Is everything alright?”

“Well-”

“Ah, this is boring! Can we not talk about the company for a day? My ears hurt because Jong Suk keep nagging at me,”

“I will take that as a great achievement for the company, right? Jong Suk-ah?”

Jongsuk nodded his head, smiling.

“He’s a hardworking and talented person. You shouldn’t be worried… he’s leading the company very well now,”

Woo Bin looked away, feeling shy.

“Guys, stay for coffee?”

“Um, I don’t think so. We should hurry back to the company,” Jong Suk said, feeling sorry. “We dropped by because we wanted to give you this ginseng,”

“Come on, having coffee together would be great, don’t you think, Jae?”

Jaejoong flinched when he heard his name being called.

“They’re busy, I don’t think-”

“No, we’re good,” Woo Bin cut off.

“No, we’re not good,” Jongsuk stared at Woobin.

“Have you forgotten that an important client is going to meet us one hour from now? We must not late,”

Woo Bin groaned in annoyed before he walked away. “I’m really sorry, maybe next time? Ahm,  I will put this in the kitchen. Get well soon,” he bowed toward Yunho and Jaejoong before he walked away as well.

Jaejoong cleared his throat and entered inside after the sight of Jong Suk disappeared. He crossed his arms and looked at Yunho.

“Why are you not in your bed? You should rest,”

“I was looking for you,”

“How are you feeling?”

“Getting better, because of you,”

Jaejoong sighed. He wished Yunho would stop saying such things toward him.

“If you are feeling better, can we talk?”

“Sure,”

“About your family,”

Yunho stunned and remained silent for a while.

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Yunho sat on the wooden chair, followed by Jaejoong.

They sat facing each other and the situation in the Reading Room was somehow intense.

“To be honest, my relationship with my parents isn’t that good and since I’m the only son in that family, my father trusts me to handle his hotel and the company. My step mother… well… I never call her mom since they got married. My relationship with my step mother isn’t that good. It’s not her fault but I just couldn’t accept the fact that my father was married other woman,” he stared at the blank paper.

“My mom passed away, you know about it too. I don’t think she was the only woman for my father because he was a cheater. He cheated and had many women around him… that’s why, I felt sad that Woo Bin’s mother was the next victim. I wish he would stop playing with someone’s heart… I had an issue with Woo Bin and we didn’t get along very well because of that, and … I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t want my mother married with a cheater as well. Still, he’s my step brother and I need to take care of him like a real brother, if you know what I mean. Woo Bin is wild, he obsessed with bikes, leather jackets and bad boy image,” Yunho chuckled.

“I don’t understand what is so interesting about bad boy image but since he was born that way, I can’t forbid him from doing what he loved. I decided to trust him and let him take over the company. They said my family is goals but I don’t get it… so, that's pretty much it," he looked at Jaejoong.

"Why did you want to know about my family all of a sudden?"

"Because... I think I dont know much about you,"

Yunho smiled.

"What about you?”

“What?”

“Your parents?”

Jaejoong looked away.

“Dead,”

A simple yet strong answered was given by Jaejoong.

“Dead? I thought your father-”

“Can we please not talk about my parents? Just yours… because it’s uncomfortable,”

“Did your father do something toward you again?

Jaejoong thinned his lips and he looked uneasy. He stood up from the chair all of sudden and Yunho blinked his eyes. Jaejoong didn’t want to remember anything about his father but out of the blue, the memory about his father attacked him in the apartment that night flashed in his mind.

“No…”

“Jaejoong-ah?”

Jaejoong was trembling. His eyes were suddenly wet and Yunho surprised when the pale guy closed his eyes and covered his ears with his hands.

Jaejoong collapsed on the floor, kneeling and his body was shaking pretty bad.

“No! Don’t touch me!

He yelled.

Yunho immediately went toward him and shook the body because it looked kinda serious. Jaejoong was out of control as he pushed Yunho and hugged himself tightly. “Don’t touch me!” he shouted.

That face, proved that Jaejoong was terrified.

Yunho stood up once again and pulled Jaejoong up but the other one kept resisting and struggling. Sobbing and tears filled the reading room.

“Jaejoong-ah!”

“It’s me!”

Jaejoong shook his head and kept pushing him away.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me!” he cried and shouted.

Changmin and Junsu entered the room when they heard the scream.

“Hyung!”

“No, stay away! I will handle this,”

He wrapped his arms around the fragile body and embraced him.

Jaejoong was crying and sobbing pretty bad as his body was soon trembling and face looking pale. He started sweating and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

“Jaejoong-ah? Jaejoong-ah, calm down. Look at me, it’s me… Yunho,”

He cupped the face and Jaejoong barely could open his eyes because he was too scared. The images of his father couldn’t stop popping out.

“Y-Yunho…”

“Yes, yes it’s me,” Yunho sighed and caressed the cheek. “Open your eyes, it’s me, Jaejoong-ah,”

Jaejoong opened his eyes slowly and his eyes wet once again when he saw Yunho was in front of him. He bit his lip and immediately pulled Yunho for a hugged. He cried his heart out and sobbing while muttered Yunho’s name again and again.

Junsu couldn’t see more because it was too painful. He felt sad for Jaejoong.

The body was still trembling but Yunho didn’t let the arms go. He embraced the body gently and patted his back to calm him down.

“My father…” he gripped Yunho’s shirt. “He… raped me,”

Yunho’s eyes wide.

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- To be Continued -

Hey, guys. I decided to add few pictures in order to make it more interesting. All pictures are credit to my boyfriend, Mr. Google.

credit to: LXIWON

To be honest I dont know how to describe the color of the hair. Is it blonde? Yellowish blonde? I'm obsess with his hair for WWW.

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Title - Penetralia
Author - kyoselflove
Rating - NC17
Chapter - 1/1
Genre - AU, Angst
Warnings - Sex, Drugs, & Prostitution
Pairings - Ruki/Uruha, ?/Uruha
Summary - Every day is a struggle, but when he comes into your life, it becomes a little bit better.
Disclaimer - I am not affiliated with the bands or band members. This is a mere product of my imagination, none of this is true.
Notes - Requested: A broken trans Uruha who gets topped by Ruki.

The room had shown no light except for the copper hue shining through the crack of the curtains. You trailed your fingers down your bare abdomen, the lights of the city reflecting off your painted nails. Your hand danced along your thin body, stopping at the curvature of your slightly plump breast. A development from taking hormone pills everyday because you were too terrified of going under the knife. Pushing your hand down you grab a hold of your limp cock, the reason why it’s still there. Too afraid. Even if you weren’t scared shitless, you don’t have the money to do so. You took your hand away in disgust.

But no matter what, you were determined to face your fears once the time came. The body next to you shifted, it brought you out of your distant dreams. Moving to face the window, away from the man you would never see again once morning came, you sighed.

Again the bed creaked, you stayed still.

You feel a hand run down your back, “How about another line and another go, hmm?” The voice sounds louder and deeper than you remember, colliding with the ringing in your ears.

“Okay,” you say, grateful for your feminine voice, moving towards the side of the bed and picking up the book that still has four lines of white powder on it ready to be snorted. Picking up a shortened straw, you snort one line and pass it off to the man, ignoring the burning drip in the back of your throat.

When he is done he closes in on you, wrapping an arm around you from behind, hand clasping over one of your breasts. The entire night he easily avoided contact with your dick, it only bothered you a little because you yourself couldn’t stand it, so how would anyone else?

He pushes his way inside you again; your hips move backward to feel more. Only in the dark can you do this, to hide away from the shameful body that you have. You close your eyes because suddenly, the street lights have become too bright.

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Another long night on the street, you shuffle your feet, kicking random pebbles for entertainment. Tonight, all the girls have come and gone, you haven’t even had a single trick. The ache for any substance and a cock to fill you up becomes strong, you hope that it won’t be much longer before someone comes your way.

Hours go by and you become desperate. A rich looking man walks towards your location and you go for it, “Hey baby,” you swoon, running a hand down your own chest.

The man stops for a moment, taking in your appearance, maybe he likes what he sees because he doesn’t keep walking but instead stops in front of you. You don’t know if it is your lack of chemicals in your veins, or what, but the two of you share a gaze that gives you chills. Every line you have rehearsed in your head is gone and you don’t know how to proceed.

“How much?” the man says, taking the lead for you.

You find your voice again, “Don’t worry baby, you can afford me.”

It isn’t long until you find yourself inside one hell of a fancy motel, none of your tricks have ever taken you somewhere so worthy. Your heart can’t help but beat harder and the treatment the stranger is giving you wanted to make you smile.

You fell back on to the lavish bed, the silk comforter tickling your skin. The man walked into the bathroom and you waited for his return. Your skin began to itch and it is becoming harder and harder to ignore. Thankfully, the door to the bathroom opened and there stood your newest object of affection.

A push on your chest sends you toppling back on to the bed, your eyes widen momentarily in shock at the aggression but soon, you don’t care. He pulls at your skirt, you clutch your thighs together and close your eyes, waiting for the disgust to come. Only to become stunned when you feel a wet hot heat on your cock. Looking down you see the man licking down your growing erection. Your fingers grip the sheets as you let out a moan and buck your hips.

He takes you into his mouth and you whimper, you can’t believe that he is doing this at all. But then the heat is gone, he crawls up your body, tugging at the skippy shirt you wear. Taking off the last remaining of your clothing, you lie back down as he crawls over you. A hand caresses your left breast while his mouth sucks on your right nipple. Your back arches into the intimate touches, every grip on your breast, every lick has your skin on fire.

That talented mouth moves to your neck, “You’re so beautiful.”

The words stun you, because you have never heard them before. You wrap your arms around the man, never wanting to let go, “Mm.”

“Tell me your name,” the words prickle against your skin.

“Uruha,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his body.

You feel his naked skin against your own, then a piece of fabric is encased around your neck. It takes a moment to realise it’s the man’s tie and it’s pulled tight. Restricting your air. The sensation has you grinding up against the man, the loss of oxygen makes you moan as you feel him begin to enter your weakened body.

Breathing in the man’s scent, you wonder if it will be the last time you smell it. Your hands removed themselves from him and go to your neck, you can see the blackness take over your vision. A hard thrust into your body turns the black to white. And then you are released. The breath you intake almost makes you cough, but you aren’t given the chance to do so as he grabs a hold of your hair and takes your mouth. You can taste whiskey on his tongue and it makes you whine, wanting your own kind of sugar.

Nothing but the bed creaking with each brutal thrust echoes in the room, until you are freed from his tongue and your true moans shout out. He lifts your body as he gets up on his knees, placing you in his lap. On instinct your body rocks up and down, you feel as though you are high as you ride the cock buried inside you. Firm hands hold your hips down, he slams up into you and you struggle to breath once again. It dawns on you that sex has never been so intimate, so wonderful. And in your illogical mind, you fall in love with the man you just met. The one whom you don’t know the name of. The one who strangled you, who bought you.

Your orgasam hits you hard, even long after your body is used as he continues to pump into you. But you enjoy it and embrace it.

*

It’s been a month, you learned that his name is Matsumoto Takanori, but you named him Ruki. One night together, afterwards he had passed out drunk and you snuck a peek into his wallet. Numerous of bank cards, bills, and a driver license picture that haunted you. You contemplated on stealing it, to own just a little piece of him.

But you didn’t, here in your lonely bed, you have poisoned your body again. You can feel the way your heart beats erratically in your chest, but you blame it on your excitement to see Ruki again. After your first encounter, Ruki demanded that you be his own. Without a second thought you agreed.

Sometimes after sex, Ruki would open up. Telling you stories of past break ups, always break ups. Not the relationships themselves, with men and woman, anyone. You’re perfect for me, he whispered to you one night. He worshiped every part of your body, even the parts that you were disgusted by.

It almost made it okay.

The door opened and you immediately sat up in the bed, the setting sun draped a orange glow over the room. Illuminating Ruki’s face, you could see his expression clearly. He was angry, very much so. But this is when you found yourself feeling loved the most.

Kneeling on your bed, Ruki came up to you and took a hold of your long hair and growled. But you didn’t make a sound. He pulls you up towards him by your hair, into a kiss. The shear force of your lips making contact made you think why you would ever need any other drug again. Ruki is the perfect poison, you knew the first time that you were addicted. Each swirl of his tongue produced a shiver in your legs. You were grateful for the forceful hold of your hair, without it, you would be nothing but a heap on the floor.

Ruki’s lips move along your jawline, painting your skin with everlasting scorches. Your hands find his body, undoing buttons, traveling along the expanse of his muscled flesh. As he leans forward, you arch your back towards the mattress, he takes your pink bud into his mouth. Then he continues to suck on it until your nipple becomes hardened, by now, you are fully erect. And that doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he slinks down to the floor, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. Not even a second goes by, he’s on your cock and your body clenches at the heat. You try to keep your eyes open to look at his eyes, but you can’t. He pulls away and you don’t mind the loss, it still makes you uncomfortable for someone to be showing so much attention to your unwanted body part.

He’s on you in a flash, pulling your arms up and turning you to lie on your stomach. A grunt of pain passes your lips as he twists your arms behind your back and ties them, with what, you don’t know, nor care. His knee is shoved between your legs, then pressed down on your ass.

“Please,” you whimper, the pain is pushing past the barriers of your drugs limitations. The knee is removed, you feel his hands under you, lifting your ass up in the air and yanks you towards him. Then he’s inside of you. A scream ripples through your throat at the lack of lubrication, but you expected this. After a few deep breaths, you relax and take him all in.

First it is nothing more than a brutal assault, but you welcome it all the same. He shocks you when his pace becomes almost lazy, the pain lessening. More pleasure builds up inside of you as he slowly rocks his hips against you. “Mm, ah! Ruki...”

Ruki doesn’t mind the name you gave him, in fact, you think he enjoys it more than his given name.

Too soon it’s all over. Ruki lies next to you, holding you. And for once in your life, you feel something of worth. You know he doesn’t love you, you know he feeds on the sex, and you know it won’t last forever.

Turning around to face him, you share a chaste kiss, and then you smile.

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A/N: I decided to do this POV instead of doing he/she/they and all that, because reasons.

Excuse mistakes.

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Title: No Matter Where (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Bucky, Matt
Continuity: Captain America 1: The First Avenger (2011) and Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier (2013)
Genres: Angst, Drama, Holiday
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: For Captain America 1: The First Avenger (2011) and Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier (2013)
Summary: While searching for Bucky, Steve remembers past Thanksgivings together.
Date Of Completion: November 28, 2015
Date Of Posting: December 9, 2015
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Marvel and Paramount do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1013
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: I had this story idea before Thanksgiving but naturally nothing coalesced until the day after! Enjoy!

Steve sighed. He had not envisioned spending Thanksgiving in Baltimore’s run-down neighborhoods, but Sam had gotten a tip worth checking out. They had split up to cover more ground, and Steve was now trudging through garbage-strewn back alleys dressed in faded jeans, an old blue T-shirt and ancient brown leather jacket.

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Title: Scars
Author: qijae
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Drama, angst, romance
Summary: Jaejoong’s journey through abusive father, friendship, betrayal, pain and love, is one to remember. Life is dangerous, especially for Jaejoong. When he met Yunho, his life turned around. But is it for the better or worse?

Ep. 19

Jaejoong sat still, couldn’t move his body as he got tied with the rope attached to the chair. His eyes were scanning the small room and it didn’t seem very familiar. He knew he must be in a warehouse but where is this place?

His head hurt. Yes, someone hit him. He could taste blood; his corner lip was cut a bit.

“Hi,”

Sang Woo entered the room and walked toward him. As soon as he saw the man, he remembered everything that happened in a blink of time. Sang Woo pulled another chair and sat in front of Jaejoong. He lit up a cigarette and pointed a gun toward Jaejoong.

“I can kill you now if I want,”

“Then do it,”

He provoked.

Sang Woo laughed and blew the smoke straight toward Jaejoong’s face.

“This isn’t fun, Yunho should be here,” he chuckled. Jaejoong tried as hard as he could to control his panic attack. He was breathing heavily and eyes tired. The store room’s space was too small for him. It was dark and cold and he didn’t have any idea where he was right now.

“Don’t hurt, Yunho. Just kill me,”

“Awh… this love story is really beautiful,” he smiled. “Don’t worry, I will kill both of you,” his leant closer.

“You’re crazy,”

“I am,"

He stood up and kicked Jaejoong on the abs making he collapsed on the floor and hissed in pained. He needed his medicine right now. His body was shaking and he felt scared terribly. He needed to calm down. He shut his eyes; mind messed up as he tried to not thinking of anything.

“I’ve been investigating about your background and I found something interesting…” he chuckled and lifted up Jaejoong’s chin. “Your father…”

Jaejoong’s eyes snapped opened.

“He raped you…”

“Shut up!” he flinched away when Sang Woo’s hand reached closer to his body.

Watching the trembling man made Sang Woo laughed in amused. “Don’t worry… I won’t touch this filthy body either,” he stood up and looked at Jaejoong who eyes already wet.

“Aww… don’t cry… are you scared?”

“You think you will get away from this? Using me as a bait won’t change anything, that’s just make you look weak,”

“You think so? Well… let me tell something that you don’t know,”

He walked closer and kneeled one leg in front of Jaejoong.

“Your father… he is dead,”

Jaejoong’s eyes wide.

“I killed him,”

“W-What…”

Sang Woo stood up and laughed loudly. His shoulders shook from laughing too hard while Jaejoong was staring at him dumbfounded.

“Look at your face, hahaha! Are you that shocked?”

He laughed and stopped all of a sudden, the smiled fade from his face as he stared straight toward Jaejoong.

“He was annoying, so I killed him,”

“Are… Are you insane?!”

“Why? You hate him too anyway,”

“He’s my father!”

“Not anymore,”

“Jung Sang Woo!”

The man laughed again and bent his body toward Jaejoong.

“My name is Sang Woo,”

“Sir, he’s here,”

Soo Hyuk interrupted.

“He’s not alone and he has a gun,”

Sang Woo nodded his head before turned to look at Jaejoong, smirking and immediately left the room.

“Sang Woo! Come out now! Jung Sang Woo!”

“No need to yell, he’s here, in that room,”

Yunho ran toward the room and gasped when he saw Jaejoong was there, handcuffed and bruises everywhere. He kneeled and immediately untied the rope that cuffed Jaejoong’s hands. “Are you alright? Can you breathe properly? Do you need your medicine? Changmin-ah!” he called out and Jaejoong grabbed his arm. “I’m fine…” he tried to catch his breath, staying calmed as good as possible.

“Why are you here… you shouldn’t come. He’s going to kill you,” he said in worried and Yunho took his hand back, gripping the cold hand tightly. “I won’t let him hurt you,” he caressed the cheek. “Don’t do anything stupid, I know you bring your gun, but-” Yunho cut him off with a kissed on those bleeding lips.

“Master,” Changmin came over and Yunho helped Jaejoong to stand up.

“Bring him to the car,”

“What? No! Yunho, I-”

“Changmin, please,”

“Yes, Master,” he took Jaejoong’s arms. “No! Wait!”

“Says who?” Sang Woo interrupted and walked toward them. He was holding a gun with his left hand. “No one can leave this place,” he stopped and pointed the gun toward Yunho. Soo Hyuk was standing still behind Sang Woo, prepared for anything worst.

“You want me, so let Jaejoong go,”

“He should be here, he should watch this-”

He shot Yunho and it hit straight to his right shoulder. Yunho collapsed on the floor and winced in pained. Time stopped when Jaejoong saw Yunho getting shot live in front of him. His heart broke into pieces when he heard the loud bang sound from the gun. Yunho prevented the continuous bleeding by gripping his shoulder tightly. He tried to stand up and stood in front of Jaejoong, protecting him.

Sang Woo pointed his gun toward Yunho again and when Changmin wanted to step forward, Soo Hyuk shot on the floor.
Giving warning not to interrupt their business.

“What exactly do you want from me?” Yunho stared.

“Your death,” Sang Woo chuckled and pulled the trigger. “Right after I’m done with you, that old man will be my next victim. You know what, murdering is so addicting. My adrenaline rushes and I can feel the excitement watching you suffered in front of me,” he laughed and stopped, staring at Yunho.

“My mom was dead; because of him… we suffered because of him. After she gone, he used his power and glory to destroy me. I couldn’t go anywhere; I was judge by everyone… he didn’t want to admit that I was his son, he was scared to admit that he had illegitimate child and I was the originally heir of his hotel! But not anymore, I don’t want his stupid hotel, I just want revenge, revenge it is… watching his suffered, scared and pleaded… I love that,” he smiled; tears flowed down to his chin as he recalls the bitter memories.

His eyes caught Jaejoong who stood behind Yunho and his gun averted toward Jaejoong.

“He should die, then you will know how I feel-”

“No! Master!”

Changmin shot Sang Woo and at the same time the man shot Jaejoong. The loud bang sounds could be heard and it was echoed in the warehouse. Everything was happened too fast and Jaejoong closed his eyes tightly. He could feel the warmed embraced of Yunho, who was actually hugging him to protect him from the shot.

“Y-Yunho… Yunho-ah,”

Yunho collapsed on the ground and gripped tightly on Jaejoong’s arms. “Ouch, it hurts so bad,” he chuckled. Jaejoong’s face was pale and when he held Yunho’s back, all he could feel was blood. His hand was painted with the dark red color of Yunho’s blood and his mouth opened wide. “N-No, Yunho-ah!” he looked at the guy above him who was hissing in pained. He loses so much blood from the previous shot.

Sang Woo got shoot on his abs and when Soo Hyuk wanted to point his gun toward Changmin, a few policemen came over and surrounded the place. Soo Hyuk shoot carelessly and soon wiped out by the police.

“Jung Sang Woo, you are under arrest for fraud, embezzlement and for attempted murder,” he cuffed the hand. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to talk to a lawyer. Bring him in,”

Jaejoong kept on calling his name and Yunho smiled. He caressed the cheek and slowly closed his eyes. Jaejoong blinked his eyes and shook Yunho’s body. “No… No, no, no, please don’t, this isn’t funny you idiot, open your eyes, yah! Jung Yunho!” he called out. “Open your eyes or I will leave you again! You… idiot… You…” he cried and hugged Yunho tightly in his arms.

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- To be Continued -

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Title - The Dark Lord
Authors -kyoselflove & brokendiva08
Rating - NC17
Chapter - 10/?
Genre - AU, Supernatural, Fantasy
Warnings - Language, Sex, Violence, etc.
Pairings - Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Ruki,  Aoi/Toshiya, Ruki/Koichi, Reita/Koichi, Hakuei/Uruha, Shinya/Kaoru, Kai/Meto, Yuuki/Meto, Ruki/MiA
Bands - The GazettE, Dir en grey, Mejibray, Lycaon, etc.
Summary - The uplifting sense of the thrill was gone, all that lay before him lost its excitement. Now that the war had reached its end, they were at peace. Well, as peaceful as demons could be.
Disclaimer - I am not affiliated with the bands or band members. This is a mere product of my imagination, none of this is true.
Notes - This is a story that brokendiva08 and I are working on together! Character bios here!

[Chapter One] | [Chapter Two] | [Chapter Three] | [Chapter Four] | [Chapter Five] | [Chapter Six] | [Chapter Seven] | [Chapter Eight] | [Chapter Nine]

Aoi was so busy with making orders, plans and dispatching his army in various directions to get rid of all the small rebellions. It was good, he didn't have much time to think or even be around his slave. Since Reita was also busy, Toshiya was spending a lot of time with Koichi. The two slaves was doing all kinds of things in the palace, not only being stuck in theirs master's chambers, although Reta was worried if it was safe for Koichi he knew that Toshiya wouldn't leave his side, keeping him safe.

Reita was sent to a mission, Aoi was too busy to go himself, and during that time Koichi was staying with Toshiya in Aoi’s chambers. The humans was always together, eating together, working together, sleeping together. The last made Aoi a bit off, he was left alone in his big bed every night. There were nights when Aoi didn't really want to go back to his room, not wanting to see the pink haired one curled up in his human arms. Safely tucked under the covers with Toshiya. On nights like that he would stay in his office or in his favorite bar, tonight it was the second option. Aoi was way past his usual drunken state so he decided to go back. When he reached the chambers he didn't even look at the slaves, he took off his uniform’s top half, too tired and drunk to take off the rest, he simply fell on his bed hoping that he could sleep without any dreams, his own or anybody else's.

Toshiya woke up in the middle of the night as always to check if his master was back. He saw Aoi on the bed half naked. He got up to cover him with some sheets. When he got to the bed he was stuck staring at the demon in front of him. Perfectly shaped muscles of his chest and arms, pale smooth skin, with only one scar from not to long ago, Toshiya wondered if it would disappear with time. He didn't even realise that he was tracing the scar with his fingers until he heard Koichi whisper next to him, "This one will stay with him for good."

Toshiya looked at him confused, there was no scars on the demon's skin surely Koichi must be wrong, they all heal, "You're wrong, it will heal."

"No, not this one. It was a grievous injury, it will stay. Any other demon would be long dead. But his powers are far greater than any of the demons."

"What do you mean? What are his powers?" Toshiya asked, his hand was still touching his master’s skin, as if he was scared that if he stopped the other would be gone.

Noticing that Koichi just smiled and pulled his friend with him, "Come on, I’ll tell you what I heard."

Toshiya just nodded and after looking at the dark haired creature on the bed, making sure that the other was still asleep he did as he was told. Koichi and Toshiya settled the under covers of their makeshift bed once more and the pink haired started talking in a hushed voice, "I heard two guards talking not too long after the incident how weird it was for Aoi to get injured in the first place, and that it was so serious."

Toshiya looked at Koichi urging him to go on, Koichi did,"Every demon has some kind of power, it's rare to find two demons with the same powers and with more than one. But it happens sometimes. Some demons can pass theirs powers to their children if the mix of blood is strong enough."

"Mix of blood, what does that mean?" Toshiya asked.

“Well it means that if the blood of each of the parents is strong and pure, like royal for example, the blood of the child can carry the powers of both, if not, one power would dominate the other."

They both looked over to his master when he made a grunt, noticing that he was still asleep, Toshiya whispered, "So what does that have to do with Aoi?"

"I heard that he has a few powers."

Toshiyas eyes widened in confusion, he looked at the bed and the one sleeping on it again, "But if that's true then it means that not only is he stronger than others but he is also from a royal bloodline, and he’s stronger than the king."

Koichi looked at his friend and said, "If that's true....then yes."

Toshiya didn't say anything for a moment, when he did he asked, "What are his powers?"

“Well I heard that he can read minds and feel other’s emotions..." he paused for a second and looked at Toshiya.

The taller human looked at his friend, "And?"

"And that his strength has no limits, that he can break you with one hand, honestly if that was true I would have been dead by now."

"Well, he is strong, I've killed thousands of demons and he is the strongest I have ever fought against," Toshiya saw the look on Koichi's face, "There's more, isn't there?"

"Yes, but I don't know if I should tell you."

"Why not, what is it? Koi just tell me," Toshiya put his hand on Koichi's cheek not letting him look away, "Please."

"Alright, but promise me you won't do anything stupid, promise me that it will stay between us," Koichi was scared that if he did tell Toshiya, he would hate the demon even more. Koichi took a deep breath, seeing Toshiya nod in confirmation, without looking away he said, "I heard that Aoi can not only read minds but also control them, he can control others."

Toshiya took his hand away from Koichi's face, he turned to lie on his back, looking at the ceiling above him he couldn't even hear Koichi gently call his name.

"Toshiya," Koichi was getting worried if he did the right thing, "Toshiya, please look at me." Now his hand was on his friend’s cheek turning him to face the scared slave, "Toshiya it doesn't mean he used it on you, if anything I'm sure he didn't do it." Toshiya wasn't saying anything just listening, "Think about it, the way you were always opposing him, pushing him away, you were the one that took care of him when he was injured,"
putting his forehead against Toshiya’s shoulder Koichi whispered, "I'm sure he didn't use it on you. He cares about you." The last sentence was just a hushed whisper, Koichi wasn't sure if the other heard him, tears started to slip slowly from his eyes. Koichi lifted his head, he looked at Toshiya and said with a more firm voice, "Those are just rumors Toshiya."

Koichi cursed himself, he always had to talk too much, "Totchi please look at me, I shouldn't have told you, I'm sorry."

Toshiya looked at his friend, when he saw that the other was crying he wiped the tears away, "Why are you crying Koi, I asked and you told me. That's no reason to cry. You didn't nothing wrong."

‘You are not the one who did wrong’, Toshiya thought to himself.

Koichi looked at Toshiya, he didn't like that empty look in his friend’s eyes, it was like they were dead, he trembled with fear, “I didn't wanted to hurt you, I didn't wanted to break your heart."

Toshiya tried not to laugh at that, "You didn't."

‘You aren't the one that did it’, Toshiya was holding Koichi close, to help him calm down, still staring at an empty space. Neither one of them noticed that the demon on the bed was wide awake, listening not only to their conversation but also his slave’s thoughts.

For a moment Aoi wanted to say something but he didn't wanted to involve Koichi in it, because he knew all too well that his exchange with Toshiya wouldn’t be nice. The moment he heard Toshiya’s thoughts he knew that no matter what he would say the human already made up his mind and there was no way for him to change that mind of his. He also heard Koichi's thoughts, his friend slave knew as well, that Toshiya wasn’t going to listen to him.

Koichi was lying on top of Toshiya, his mind was in a rush and he wanted to do something to make it better, ‘What can I do, the damage I have done is too great. Toshiya would never tell Aoi…’, his thoughts was interrupted by Toshiyas voice, "Do you really believe he never used it on me?"

Koichi was surprised but answered honestly, "Yes Toshiya, yes I think he has never done that."

‘Yes, please believe it to,’ Koichi was pleading in his mind.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Koichi looked at him.

"Why didn't he? Like you said I was opposing him, fighting him even, it would be so much easier for him to get what he wants."

"And what do you think he wants?"

"I don't know. To break me, to own me, to make me his slave in the true sense of this word."

Koichi looked at the bed where Aoi rested. He thought for a second before he spoke again, "What if....well I don't think that's true," he looked again at the bed, he had a feeling that Aoi had become aware of their conversation, so he decided to ask instead answer question, "And what do you want Toshiya?"

Toshiya was silent for a second, thinking, "I don't know. I wanted to be free to go home, but then I would have to fight again...against him," he fell silent again.

"You don't want to fight against him?"

"I....I want to be free....I want to get out of these chains....I want to be free..." when he said that there was an image in his mind, his favorite one, the cold blue, he had no idea if it was the blue of the sky or the blue of the demons eyes. He wanted both.

Koichi knew that there was more behind those words, he could understand it all to well. If he could, he would get out of here hoping that Reita would go with him. But that was impossible, for both of them.

Aoi stayed silent on his bed, feeling more from reading them both, he focused on Toshiya, he saw the vast blue. In his mind a plan was starting to form, a perfect plan for all of them.

*

The troops that Reita went on a mission with were back at the palace, but the blond wasn't with them. No one knew where he was.

Ruki was furious, he interrogated, and tortured everyone who could know anything about Reita but he got no answers. He needed to contain himself before he killed his entire army. Ruki was on his way back to his chambers when he saw Koichi walking with Aoi’s slave by his side. His rage reached a new level when he saw him.

‘It's all his fault,’ Ruki thought in an instant he was in front of the pink haired slave, screaming at him, "It's your fault! He's not back and it's your fault!"

Ruki wanted to kill the one who was responsible for weakening his perfect guard, the one who was supposed to be by his side forever. The king took a swing but Toshiya was fast enough to cover Koichi with his own body and block the King's punch.

It was strong, not the strongest he had ever felt in his life but strong enough to take his breath away for moment. When Toshiya regained his breath, he saw something that he thought he would never see in his life. Next to him was Aoi holding the king by his wrist with one hand and his throat with the other. Aoi loosened the grip on Ruki’s throat but not the hold on his wrist.

Ruki glared at the demon in front of him, "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Going against your King, protecting slaves? Has everyone gone mad around here?" the King screamed.

Aoi looked at Ruki with his blue eyes, "No, I'm not going against King, I'm stopping a brat who can't control himself."

The next words Aoi directed straight into his mind, ‘Look what you did to your army, look at yourself, you are the one that's going mad.’

Ruki flinched, when he felt the grip on him loosen further he took his chance and scrambled into his room.

Aoi wouldn’t dare follow him into his private quarters. A brat, how could he say that! Screaming out in frustration, Ruki felt a little bit better. His scream however made the human in the room whimper, Mia. He had almost forgotten about it, a smile tugged at his lips.

Walking over to the slave who was still bound to the floor with chains, Ruki kicked it in the ribs. Watching in satisfaction as it cried out and resumed to crawl into the fetal position. The skin on his slave was once pale, now it was dark, so dark. Ruki knelt down, getting closer, his gloved fingers roaming over the bruised flesh.

“Your Majesty,” he heard it sniffle, “please…”

Begging, that only made Ruki smile more, “You’re just what I need right now,” unhooking the chain on the floor, he yanked it up as he stood, “you see, Reita thinks that he can do whatever he wants. Aoi apparently thinks the same thing, and hell the whole fucking kingdom seems to think that they can get away with whatever the fuck they want!” each word Ruki’s voice steadily grew until he was full on screaming.

Nothing but cries and whimpers came from his slave, he moved his hand over the chain until he reached the collar around his slave’s neck. Once he had a good hold over the piece of iron, Ruki used his strength to push the slave back in a quick movement.

Mia’s head collided with the wall, he didn’t have a chance to scream, his mouth filled with blood and he was pretty sure he lost a few teeth. This was it, he would finally meet his demise and be freed from this never ending hell.

His body felt heavier, he could feel himself sinking to the floor but the King wouldn’t have it. Another slam to the wall and he could hear the demon laugh along with a crack. This time he let the blood fall freely from his mouth and let out a ear shattering scream. So much so that it had blown the King across the room.

Ruki hit the wall hard, but that was the least of his problems now, he looked at his slave in shock, “You have a power?”

*

Reita woke up in a place he didn't recognise. He was in some kind of cave but there were evidence of someone living there. He took a look around and when he tried to get up there was a piercing pain going through his leg, "Shit, that's just fucking perfect,"
he cursed to himself. As far as he knew there was no one around. Reita checked his leg, there was a deep wound along his thigh ending a bit below his knee. The wound was deep but his life wasn't in danger, it was mostly preventing him from walking. His leg wasn't bleeding thanks to the fact that someone attended to it, which made Reita wonder who did it.

Reita was exhausted, he dozed off for a bit, what woke him up was the pain in his leg. He opened his eyes to be met with a mess of black hair, skinny hands on his leg, and a mumble of the one who was in front of him, "Idiot, fucking idiot, why did you bring him in here now they will find you. Fuck I should kill myself before they do, less pain, it would be so much less pain. Yes! That will do. No no no...it won’t do."

Reita had no idea what to think, he didn't know if the man before him was human or a demon, but how could a human survive in a place like this on its own. He just laid still and let the other finish what he was doing. The more he watched the black haired one the more convinced he was that there was something off about him. The other didn't stop talking to himself, "What are you doing? Just let him die! Leave him somewhere and let him die. But..."

A small pause a deep breath and he kept going, "No I can't, that's not okay. Koichi would know what to do, he would know. Where are you, why did you let them take you away, Koichi? Yes, the demon knows..."

Hearing the name of his slave Reita couldn't stay silent anymore, "How do you know Koichi? Who are you?"

The dark haired creature turned around and faced Reita, seeing that the other was trying to get up he jumped on top of him, stopping his movement. But Reita didn't let him know how surprised he was with the strength the other had, instead he asked again,
"How do you know my slave's name? Who are you?"

The other just stared at him for a second and then licked Reita’s cheek. The blond was taken aback with his action but noticed that the tongue was split, "You are a half aren't you? You have the tongue of a reptile."

‘No wonder he was talking to himself the reptile bloodline was the weirdest ones out there,’ Reita thought.

"You...smell like him. Like Koichi," still on top of Reita he asked, "Where is he? Take me to him."

Reita looked at the man on top of him, "First tell me who you are, what's your name, how do you know Koichi?"

"I..... we were in a cage together, he was the only one..... the only one who would be there with me.... he's a friend."

"What's your name?"

"I don't have one, no one asked me that ever, Koichi used to call me Tsu... Tsuzuku."

"Where are we Tsu?" Reita asked as gently as he could even though he was becoming increasingly irritated.

"Home, this is my home, it's safe here."

Tsuzuku looked at Reita with a bit of anger in his eyes, "Koichi is your slave? What did you do to him!?" he screamed at the blond.

"Nothing! He's safe in the palace," slightly taken aback by the reptile demon’s outburst, Reita struggled a bit to get free, pushing the other off him.

"I don't believe you! You are all the same! Everyone of you is the same!"

"It's true! Why would I lie, I'm injured. There is no way I can run from you, you can kill me anytime you want."

Tsuzuku looked at him again, "True. That's true. Take me to him. To Koichi, sweet Koichi."

"I will, when my leg is better I'll take you to him."

Finally the pressure lifted from his body as Tsuzuku scurried away against the wall, "Okay. Eat, you need to heal fast so that I can be with Koichi again."

Reita didn’t like the sound of that.

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Title: Sunlight in the Form of Jung Yunho
Length: Oneshot
Pairing: YunJae (with the mention of ex gfs)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: non-au, romance, slight angst
Summary: Yunho was everything to Jaejoong.

( "he realized Yunho coming into his life was the biggest blessing he could ask for." )

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Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi  & Dani (dani_mathoz)
Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Ohmiya (main), Aiba x ? (mentioned)
Genre: Romance and Angst
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'The two lonely and suffered hearts look in the shadows of a agitated city, the light that can free them from the darkness in which they live'

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