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⋆ day 2 ⋆

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Breathy, low moans filled the room, while the pleasure streaming through him had Hongjoong's toes curl up and his eyes turning hazy. Around his fingers were locks of brown hair, and he held on tight, watching how the younger sitting between his legs moved so perfectly.

Yeosang swirled his tongue around the tip of Hongjoong's hard member, then licked down the shaft and on his way up again - leaving small kisses on the way. He then let the tip slide inside his mouth, gradually going lower and lower.

Biting his lip, Hongjoong closed his eyes while his head fell backwards. The softness of the lips mixed with the suction felt as amazing as it always did, and the grip he held in Yeosang's hair tightened.

He rocked his hips - at first very slowly, but with every thrust his movements became a bit faster. The sound of Yeosang gagging around his cock, but still eagerly sucking and licking it had sparks flying behind Hongjoong's closed eyelids.

"Joongie?" The sweet purr travelled with the brunette's lips, as he left wet kisses all the way up to Hongjoong's neck. "Do you want to feel me inside of you tonight?"

Hongjoong snapped his eyes open, only to see a playful grin on the younger's face that caused his body to tickle all over. They had never done it that way around, although Hongjoong had wished for it to happen so many times, he knew Yeosang preferred to be the bottom - and having wanted to do whatever he could to please him, Hongjoong had let Yeosang become the only exception.

"Are you sure?" Hongjoong swallowed a lump in his throat, while his breathing became even heavier than before.

The younger's tongue was shoved into his mouth only seconds later, and while they tasted each other's kiss, Hongjoong gasped as Yeosang's hand was slowly pumping his length. With his fingers wet from the saliva he had left behind, Yeosang then moved his hand downwards, still pressing his lips against Hongjoong's.

The bed creaked under them, when Hongjoong jerked his body around only shortly after, lost in the pleasure of finally feeling Yeosang's fingers inside of him. They went in and out faster and harder for each time, leaving Hongjoong a moaning mess on the bed.

"Oh, you really want it, don't you?" Yeosang teased him, circling his fingers around as he went inside. His voice was deeper than usual, and the only thing Hongjoong could hear. Playful, but dominating.

"Y-yes..." Twisting his body around, Hongjoong moved his hips with the thrusts of the younger's fingers, earning another one pushed inside of him.

Through his blurry vision, Hongjoong looked directly into the grey eyes over him, and how Yeosang's lips formed into a smirk as he pulled out his fingers. He then rolled over to find the lube and condom from the nightstand, and as he prepped himself, his eyes gazed over Hongjoong's naked body on the bed.

"How would you like it, baby?" Yeosang asked him, again with the soul-shaking deep voice that Hongjoong had never heard before. But he liked it, a lot. The sudden change into the dominating aura the younger now gave off, made Hongjoong want to obey and please him in every way possible.

"Hard." He simply whispered back, and when Yeosang got back into bed, he promptly flipped Hongjoong around - so fast that the mattress was bouncing under them.

"Then that is how you'll get it, my darling," purring into Hongjoong's ear, Yeosang pushed two fingers drenched with lube inside again, earning several pleased moans, before he got himself positioned between Hongjoong's legs.

With a rough grip, he pulled Hongjoong up to stand on his hands and knees. Hongjoong bit his lower lip, as both pleasure and pain shot through him with the tip of Yeosang's cock entering him. Their bodies moved together, slow at first but soon they were both completely lost in the moment of pleasure.

A hand was holding him around the back of his neck, and the other around his hip, when Yeosang fucked him so hard Hongjoong couldn't even scream out the younger's name. The headboard of the bed rammed against the wall, just like their bodies against each other, and the way it made Hongjoong feel was indescribable.

Even with all the fantasies he had had about Yeosang being on top, he had never imagined it to feel that amazing. The younger went hard, so hard that it actually hurt - but the pleasure that rushed through him made it all worth it, and it somehow cleared out his mind completely, for the very first time since they came home.

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"What are you doing?" Hongjoong asked with a small yawn, watching Yeosang pace around the room, collecting his clothes that had been thrown all over the place.

Still high on the excitement of feeling Yeosang on top of him, Hongjoong couldn't hide the silly smile on his lips - nor did he even want to.

"I have to go take care of a few things," the brunette mumbled back, as he dragged his shirt over his head.

"At this hour?" Peeking at the time on his phone, the smile faded and instead a small frown became present on his forehead. "It's almost 2 AM."

"I know, I'm sorry," Yeosang looked at him with a wry smile. Fully clothed again, he sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking Hongjoong's cheek. But the soft touch was contradicted by the strange look in his eyes. "And, it's better if I don't stay the night."

"Sangie, you're kinda scaring me right now..."

It hurt to say it out loud, almost as much as it hurt to look into the grey eyes that suddenly seemed so distant. Hongjoong swallowed a lump in his throat. He had noticed a vague shift in Yeosang's demeanor the last few days, but nothing major enough to put words on yet. Although, in that moment it was hard not to slip out the words that were ready right at the tip of his tongue.

"Don't be scared." The smile that followed didn't calm any nervousness Hongjoong felt inside, and neither did the way Yeosang was looking at him. "Your days of worrying will all be over soon."

Hongjoong let him leave, but a uncomfortable feeling stayed behind.

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"Yeosang seems strange these days, doesn't he seem strange to you?" Hongjoong looked up from his bowl of cereal, when he sat at the dining table the following day, sending a questioning stare in Mingi's direction.

"Joojoo, he's always been weird..." The taller mumbled from the couch, where he was busy on his phone.

"Yeah, I know, but..." Biting his tongue, Hongjoong leaned back on the chair with a sigh.

He so deeply wished he could tell Mingi everything that had happened, he had been close to giving in so many times already, but the taller shouldn't be burdened with the things Hongjoong so desperately prayed he someday could leave in the past.

Forgotten.

Yeosang must have had some reason for his sudden change of behavior, Hongjoong was certain of that. After all, he knew what the younger had been going through, having felt a lot of it on his own skin as well.

Some days he stayed in the shower for ages, scrubbing his skin while the water drew away the tears from his eyes, crying violently but silently behind the old shower curtain where no one could see him.

But no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he still felt as if he was trapped inside a nightmare.

At the same time, it all felt so distant now, so fucked up that his mind sometimes couldn't even believe it ever happened.

If only it hadn't...

Mingi left for work a few hours later, and Hongjoong sat by the window while wondering why he ever took his old life for granted. His nights with Yeosang had been amazing, calming in a sense, but they weren't enough - especially not with the strange way Yeosang now was acting.

Maybe it was time for Hongjoong to start working again, but going back to the strip club would be too much for him. But then, where would he ever be able to get a job? The younger had offered to give him money, but Hongjoong had declined, not wanting any of the money coming from Seonghwa's company.

The hours went by so slowly, but Hongjoong stayed put on his spot by the window, smoking cigarettes and watching how the sun once again set over the city. Yeosang hadn't contacted him all day, and something inside of him was telling him not to do it either.

Five minutes past midnight, a knock was heard on the front door, and Hongjoong turned his weary eyes towards it. He didn't even have the energy to wonder who it could be, as he made his way through the apartment.

Dark hair and a beautiful face - just like the first time they ever met.

"San?"

It had not been long since they last saw each other, but it felt like forever when Hongjoong stared into the dark eyes in front of him. San looked back at him, moving cautiously and nervously on the other side of the doorstep.

"Can I come in?"

Hongjoong let him, and in silence they walked into the living room that most definitely needed a cleaning, but that was the least of his worries now.

"W-what are you doing here?" Hongjoong asked, as they sat down on the couch.

"Listen, Hongjoong, and listen to me closely now. This is very important."

Compared to his own voice, Hongjoong's eyes widened up when the seriousness in San's floated into the room. The dark eyes narrowed down, with a glimpse of something that could be mistaken as fear - or maybe it actually was?

"San, what is going on?"

"I know you might not trust me, and that you probably never will, and I understand that. But I have good reasons to believe you're in danger."

"What? What danger?" Hongjoong was confused, and it showed from the way his eyes kept flickering around. He felt his heartbeat increasing rapidly, although he didn't know the reasoning yet.

"I can tell you what I know, although it isn't much, nor new information really. Escaping the darkness will be harder than first assumed."

Suddenly, Hongjoong flew up from the couch, and he threw frustrated and confused arm gestures all around. His head was already filled to the brim with all the memories he unwillingly had collected over the past year, and the thought of having to take another one in was close to breaking him already.

"Why are you telling me this? Why are you suddenly showing up at my doorstep in the middle of the night, when you've been avoiding me since we came back?"

"I..." San hesitated, and the change in his voice had Hongjoong dart his eyes towards him. "I wasn't allowed to contact you."

The dark haired older yanked out his phone from the pocket of his pants, and he scrolled through it while Hongjoong stared at him in silence. A voice recording of San and Yeosang speaking over the phone, from what it seemed, came through the speakers of the phone in San's hand. And by the end of it, Hongjoong dropped down to sit next to San again.

"Call him again, and I will kill you." Yeosang voice was cold, growling in a way Hongjoong had never - nor ever wished to hear him speak in, and it sent shivers down the back and formed a lump in Hongjoong's throat.

"You need to pack up your things, and leave town. We can go together, I will help you pack if you need it. But we have to leave tomorrow before the sunset." San said, as he shoved the phone back into his pocket. "No matter what, we can't stay here. And... If Mingi wants to leave with you, he is more than welcome. I have sent Jongho to the strip club to talk to him tonight. I know my word isn't much, but I promise you I will provide you both with everything you need for a new, better life. Far away from here."

Hongjoong dove his fingers into his own hair and closed them in a tight crip, as his head dropped down and he pressed his eyes shut. Too many thoughts, too many words and worries - he was about to explode. The old couch made a small wave movement under him, when San got up, but Hongjoong kept his eyes closed.

What if this was another trick? Another part in the messed up games of the Chois? Surely, San had shown a drastic change, but was it enough - or would it ever be?

The sound of San exhaling slowly but heavily, caused a pain to strike through Hongjoong's heart, in a moment where everything became way too real. Knowing right from wrong had become a distant memory, much unlike knowing how little he could actually trust the people around him.

"Think about it. I will be back in the morning," San then said. "You don't have to stay with me, but you need to leave with me."

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