「 talk so pretty
but your heart got teeth
late night devil
put your hands on me 」

♫ 5sos; teeth

✩ h o n g j o o n g ✩
mature

"F-fuck... S-san..."

The mulberry shade was smeared all over his warm face, the glitter drawn along with the small drops of sweat that trickled down his skin. Hongjoong found himself in a fever like state, unable to know right from wrong, as his body was twisted around on the black, messed up sheets.

San liked it rough - the burning touch painting Hongjoong's skin, like an artwork of sinful shades of blue, while his lips sang the name of dark haired devil, in a tone of agonizing bliss.

"Look outside, baby," San whispered, lowering himself to let the words stroke against Hongjoong's ear.

With his fingers tangled into the baby pink hair, San pulled Hongjoong's head backwards with a sudden move, snickering at the surprised gasp his grip was causing.

Hongjoong gazed out the windows, his vision was blurred by the pleasure of San being deep inside of him - and with the last golden glow dancing a final waltz, over the tall buildings, the sunset had never looked any more beautiful than right in that moment.

"All of this could be yours," the deep voice behind him then said, the words breathy and tickling and lips sucking his earlobe. "- anything, could be yours. You just say the word."

But while San's words were like roses blooming from his lips, Hongjoong had to remember that the roses growing in the garden of such evil, came with the deadliest of thorns - ready to spread their venom at even the smallest sign of weakness.

Tonight had turned out just as Hongjoong had wanted, but also feared at the same time. Hatred was a harsh word, when he still didn't know San at all, but even with the despise growing in his mind, Hongjoong couldn't deny that San knew just how to make him feel good in bed - at the moment already building him up for his second orgasm.

He came not long after, panting heavily as his body fell onto the mattress. But just as the first time, San wasn't done with him yet. Hongjoong got flipped around on the bed, before San was pushing inside again, filling him up like it was the first time ever. Their lips were right right in front of each other, so daringly close, but San did respect Hongjoong's rule after all.

Although the look in the dark eyes, revealed just how hard it was for him to do, and Hongjoong couldn't hold back from teasing him. He wrapped his arms around San's neck, his lips leaving a wet trail along the beautifully defined jawline, across the cheek, and as close to the dark haired's lips as possible without actually kissing them.

A hard thrust, San hitting him inside even deeper, made Hongjoong throw his head back with a loud moan.

"Don't tease me like that," San panted, "I don't like being teased."

"But I like it," Hongjoong smirked, tilting his head forward, to have it pressed against San's - the locks of their contrasting hair tangling together, like caught up in a dance between light and darkness.

San didn't reply, instead he just bit into his lower lip while staring into Hongjoong's eyes. He then pulled one of Hongjoong's legs up along his chest, his hips rocking back and forth even faster, making him hit all the right places. And Hongjoong left all his worries for the day tomorrow, as he continued singing the praises for the perfectly sculptured devil, who was fucking him on the black sheets.

✩

"You didn't come home last night?"

Mingi's voice was just like a distant mumble floating around the room, while Hongjoong found himself distracted by something else. Nothing interesting in particular though, just trying to find some songs to use for his next shows at work. But even such a simple thing seemed way more difficult than it was supposed to.

The sound of his taller friend clearing his throat, to get the attention he wanted, finally made Hongjoong look away from the Spotify playlist on his phone.

"I was home around 4 though," he finally said, shrugging his shoulders while Mingi rolled his eyes at him.

"Careful. You're playing with fire, Joong," the taller then warned him, almost raising a finger to emphasize the seriousness in his words.

But the fire didn't scare Hongjoong at all - it was playing with the evil, living in those flames of hell that was the real danger.

Shortly after, Hongjoong returned to his phone, his index finger was pushing upwards on the screen with rapid speed - eyes following just as fast, but every song seemed too boring or overused to him. Mingi had lain down on the couch, but kept moving around, making complaining noises and letting deep, frustrated sighs circulate in the room.

"You know, I'm a little jealous to be honest!" Mingi suddenly complained, twisting his body slightly in the couch, to look at Hongjoong who was sitting at the small dining table. "I'm so freaking horny these days! But no action for me! Why is there no one around to fuck me?"

"Sorry, you know I only go top for Yeosang," Hongjoong mumbled back, although aware that his loud friend wasn't afraid of doing it either way, like himself. But both did have their preferences, of course. "If you want, I can blow you though?"

"No thanks!" Mingi snorted, "You almost bit my dick off last time, remember?"

"Not my fault your dick is big enough to choke a fucking whale..." Hongjoong huffed, rolling his eyes a little.

He moved around on the chair, feeling how his entire body was aching from the wicked ways it had been used last night. He already knew he had to coat himself in body glitter, or ask for the colored spotlight, to cover up to the marks San had left on him.

"Anyway. It's cool," Mingi grumbled from the couch, "I've heard Seonghwa might be back in town soon, so..."

That particular name caught Hongjoong's attention right away. Mingi had been obsessed with this gorgeous, but infamous playboy for a long time. Not to the extend that the taller had any feelings involved, other than the feeling of being a complete horny mess when the other was around, but Seonghwa knew just how to twist him around his finger.

Quite literally.

"Oh, so you're saving your virginity for him?" Hongjoong then laughed teasingly, finally putting his phone away again.

"Shut up."

"Please, don't take him to our place again. You wrecked the entire place last time. Why can't you fuck at a fancy hotel or whatever? An upperclass prince like him should feel scared coming places like this!"

A raised brow was added to his words, but Hongjoong couldn't hold back a chuckle. He was the very last to complain when it came to tearing their place apart in that sense. Seonghwa hadn't been in town for a very long time, and maybe his visit would draw Mingi's attention away from Hongjoong - and let him float around in peace, in his own ocean of bad choices.

"You know Seonghwa doesn't mind mingling with the common folk," Mingi pointed out with a slight chuckle.

Hongjoong just shrugged his shoulders, before he jumped up from the chair - pain shooting up his spine from the sudden movement.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, his eyes staring at the time on his phone. "We need to leave for work! Get your huge ass moving, Gigi!"

✩

The days passed in a haze, while Hongjoong continued on with his usual life - the memories of sleeping with San slowly started to fade away. A couple of surprisingly intriguing texts had taken up space in Hongjoong's inbox, but he didn't bother to answer. Why would he? Sex with San was amazing, but Hongjoong had his eyes somewhere else completely.

"You need to stop torturing yourself like this," Mingi said with an admonitory tone in his voice.

It was a typical Friday night at work, where both Mingi and Hongjoong had finished their shows, now hanging out in the late hours of the night, before heading home. Drinks in hand, the third already - the taste of rum and ginger beer resting on their tongues.

"I know..." Hongjoong replied, but having said this so many times already, the only thing he actually knew was that he as a complete idiot. An idiot in love.

"I swear to God, and I mean this - I'll become a fucking Christian for this cause alone, but if Yeosang doesn't stop doing this to you, I'll kick his ass!" Mingi grumbled, emptying his glass, while his eyes were shifting between Hongjoong and Yeosang, who was doing his thing on the stage.

"Don't you dare touching him!" Hongjoong growled back, shooting a brief glare Mingi's way.

"God, Joojoo! You're driving me insane!" the taller groaned, clearly fighting to keep his voice down. "It's been two years! I know you think he's the one, but I hate seeing you like this."

And although Hongjoong knew that everything Mingi said only came from a place of true concern, his next words hurt like a knife deep in the heart. A knife that had hit the same spot several times before.

"We both know that kid never will love anyone like he loved Woo."

A physical pain unfolded in his chest, the second the name reached Hongjoong's ear. He pinched his eyes closed, trying to swallow the hurt that was building up inside of him. But in the end it was hopeless, because Mingi was right - even if it was the hardest thing in the world to admit.

"Please, don't mention him to me..." Hongjoong whispered, so deeply wishing that keeping the name locked in silence would make it vanish completely.

"I'm sorry, but you need to realize this. You're only hurting yourself this way." A wry smile showed on Mingi's face, and a comforting hand was placed on Hongjoong's shoulder at the same time. And Hongjoong could only nod - a painful, but necessary nod.

He clearly remembered when Wooyoung was still around, when he was the one who took Yeosang home every night, the one who made him smile - the one who broke his heart. Hongjoong had cursed him to hell and back a million times, how could someone waste love like that? Yeosang had been heartbroken for months, back when Hongjoong only admired him from afar. But one night, one drunken late October night, the younger had fallen into his arms, and into his bed for the first time.

Love was something Hongjoong had never thought about before back then, and in the beginning he thought of the butterflies that filled his stomach, as being purely awe of the younger beauty paying attention to him.

But the butterflies had come to stay, and they soon turned into something even bigger, something Hongjoong couldn't just shake off. But while the butterflies that flew within him were carried by the wings of newly found love, the ones in Yeosang's heart had been ripped apart and dead. And they would remain that way.

"I don't understand why he can't just fall in love with me," Hongjoong said with the heaviest of sighs. "Why... Why him? Why is he so hung up on a someone who broke his heart, and ran away?"

"You know why he had to leave town, Joo..."

Mingi always tried to be fair to everyone, but in this particular situation Hongjoong wished he would just stay silent. Or agree with him on the matter, at least.

"Yes. Because he was a fucking junkie, who owed money to everyone around him! How does that make things any better?" With his fists clenched, Hongjoong let the words out in a deep growl, fire in his eyes as all the memories of Wooyoung were flashing before him.

"It doesn't..." Mingi said, finally giving up on the conversation. But the worry in his eyes stayed behind, as usual.

✩

A cigarette was bopping up and down between Hongjoong's lips, as he stood at the sidewalk, staring at the sky - wondering if his life should be titled 'a series of bad decisions'. In his frustration, he had finally given in and texted San back. Who else would be better to take his mind off things anyway?

Now San was on his way to pick him up, but while being outside in the night, all by himself, Hongjoong started to drift away in his own thoughts.

Inside of him was a spiteful monster, feeding on his rage towards the blonde who had taken Yeosang's heart away, crushed it - and left him behind in such a fucked up state that no one else could ever repair him. Although Wooyoung hadn't been around for a very long time, Hongjoong remembered his face clearer than anything. It was haunting him - reminding him how he would never be the one Yeosang would say the three most beautiful words back to.

Hongjoong clenched his first, his nails digging into his palm, hurting it. Tears were starting to build up in the corners of his eyes, but he refused to cry, not again. But as a lightning from the clear blue sky, his thoughts were broken into. A black limo pulled up to the side of the road, and as the window was rolled down, San's looked out at him - a dark smirk on his lips, and a ravenous look in his eyes.

"Must be important, since you texted me in the middle of the night?" San asked, a brow slightly raised, as Hongjoong joined him on the backseat of the limo. "Some of us have normal day jobs, you know?"

"Take me to your place," Hongjoong replied right away, moving on top of the dark haired playboy. His lips was brushing against San's ear, while he breathed his wish into it. "And take me hard, harder than you've ever taken anyone. Just fuck me, completely out of my senses."

'I just want to forget.'