Code red. How long has he waited to hear those words from HIM? With his heart beating in anticipation, he entered the barely lighted room. Red and purple neon lights were not what Jiho would consider sexy but it was Chan, even a sack bag would look sexy on him. Familiar mist from the exotic candle he was fond of filled the room, Jiho's eyes roamed through the luxurious interior, pupils widened in anticipation until he saw what he wanted.
"You are late," his magnetic voice filled the room, Chan sat slouched on a long leather. Unlike Chanyeol, Chan was more unruly and wild, there was no way Chanyeol would wear a bright disco suit, Chan not only wore it but look so fucking delectable in it. He wore no inner shirt and his buttons were opened, exposing his ripping physique, his hair lacked the usual gel and his wild curls were let loose for the first time in forever.
Jiho found it hard to breathe, he was so hard, he could not walk straight. "I'm sorry."
"It is normal," he said standing up, "After all, I have not been out in forever," he came closer, his fingers dragging Jiho's chin, "It is only normal you find a new playmate."
Jiho suddenly felt guilty and could not meet his eyes, Jangmi is not a playmate, he wanted to say, Jangmi is… who is Jangmi? What am I doing with her? Why am I into her when I love Chan?
Chan noticed his confusion and smiled sweetly, he walked behind Jiho and pushed him forward, "don't think too much, I am not jealous. I feel glad you made a new friend, this way you won't miss me much…" he said softly, "and soon forget about me and everything we shared." he whispered underneath his breathe but Jiho heard him.
"No, Jangmi and I are not that close…" Jiho tried to clarify, but he couldn't help but stutter on his words since he and Jangmi were everything but nothing. His brain chooses that very moment to not work properly and blackout.
"Chill, you can be close all you want, it is your life," Chan help him to the chair and sat him down, "We are nothing but friends."
We? Friends? Do you treat all your friends like this? He wanted to scream and cry out. But he felt too exhausted for all that, and Chan was not even in the room. His heart hurt, but his tear gland felt too dry to cry.
Chan soon came inside with lots of bags, Jiho did not need to open the bag to know what is in it, a tired sigh left his lips.
"Go change," Chan told him fondling with a camera," I will be waiting in the studio."
Jiho nodded and left with the bag, on the way to the bathroom, he took a bottle of water with him. He entered the bathroom drinking the water. Immediately he shut the door, he sat on the ground and burst into tears.
"Wu wu wu, why? Why does this keep happening to me? Why?"
Because the bathroom was not so soundproof, he covered his mouth with his hands and cried softly, soon after he had no more tears to cry and refilled.
…
"Master seem so pitiful here," Tiger cried out, he sniffed and wiped his tears with a handkerchief while eating popcorn and watching the big screen. They were in her sitting room, with the tv connected to Jiho, it was like a movie and Tiger was living for the drama.
Jangmi did not reply him, her eyes kept on the screen which showed the crying Jiho. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, lips mumbling words only she could hear.
"Oh, he loves him so much… but Chan does not reciprocate his… ahhhhh, what?" he managed to drag his popcorn bowl from Jangmi's destructive hands.
"What does my popcorn have to do with your anger?"
"Don't you think it is weird that Jiho is in love with Chan?"
Tiger blinked at her question, "No…crunch, crunch… Chanyeol is the male lead, it is perfectly normal for people to fall in love with him."
Jangmi was not so sure, all this looks too good to be a coincidence. First of all, Asura destroyed Jiho because of his son, then his son look alike is in this world, then Jiho is in love with the sun look alike…
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone dinging next to her.
Jangmi picked it up, a small smile gracing her face as she saw the message.
So it turns out I'm homeless now- Yuna.
"Buhahaahaha, things are going great."
Tiger eyed her wearily, shifting a little. Jangmi smirked a lot but barely laugh. Now that she is laughing like an evil spirit.
"So scary," he said shivering.
Go to Taehyung Oppa place this night-- she texted back. Yuna squealed when she received the text, packing her luggage with the ultimate happiness.
"Good job Yuna."
…
Jiho came out in a black lingerie, his long hair was packed up and his make up was more than usual, dark fatal. He looked like he belonged to a strip club. He hated it.
But Chan liked this style, his lips were drawn into a broad smile and he gestured for Jiho to sit on a high stool. Jiho sat on it stiffly, his body curved into a submissive pose.
It is not like my face would show, he thought leaning his neck to the side, why did I put so much make up on? I wonder how Jangmi would react if she sees me like this? The thought made his mood ease.
She would probably say something like, "You look so fuckable in that outfit but I would prefer a short school skirt over this." or, "Green is not my colour but you make puke look so nice now."
That one made him giggle aloud. I left so suddenly, I wonder if she is mad at me.
Chan took another picture, dropping his hands. He noticed that Jiho no longer look nervous but his mind seem so far away, which annoy him a lot.
It is that girl, he thought, recalling the girl he saw from his memory. She looked good, he would agree but there was just something about her that made him feel like tearing her apart and feeding her to his dogs. A challenger. Many people have gone after Jiho but she was the only one who succeeded in getting into his heart, which made him nervous. That was the only reason he chose to take control instead of lazing about in the mist.
"So that girl of yours…" he was quick to notice how soon Jiho's smile dropped, stiffness taking over his body, as he came back to him.
"Mim… Jangmi?"
"Yes, Jangmi, is it the Jangmi that means rose? That is such a beautiful name," Jiho's face turned paler, Chan almost wanted to tell him that he was not so bored to go kill a random girl but he loved the look of fear on him.
"Does Jangmi knows that you are a boy and not a girl?"
If possible, Jiho turned paler.
…
"Mmmmph," his moan was high pitched and sultry like a cat in heat. One hand was on a nipple pinching and twisting it, the other hand was on his cock, rubbing and stroking it.
"Aren't you done yet?" an indifferent female voice came from the phone speaker.
"I will h-have be-been if y-you do your f-fucking j-job."
The woman laughed coldly, causing him to whimper, "how is it my fault that you are a little bitch who can't cum without a dick in his ass?"
Her words made him harder than ever, he was so close to bursting but he won't … no matter how hard he tried, if there was no dick in this ass, nothing was coming.
"Is it close to you…"
"y-yes." Taehyung groaned. He unzipped his bag and brought out a 7inch dildo and some lube. He removed his jeans completely and rubbed the lube on the fake cock and spread some around his hole.
Unknown to him, his door opened and Yuna came into his apartment with many bags with her. "Oppa, I …"
She turned to his direction and was blessed by the image of Taehyung pushing in a fake pink cock into his ass.
Well, fuck me.
"You are so cheap you know, you will let anything into you," a sudden voice said, shocking her. She searched around but saw no woman, it was just Taehyung Oppa and his phone. Without her permission, her legs already took her to where he laid.
There was just something so sinful about listening to his wretched moans, watching him ruin himself on the plastic cock, the way sweat glisten on his skin, how deep his pearly teeth sink into his lower lip, and that damn woman talking on the phone. Something changed within Yuna, a beast roaring in her soul, she was so angry. So angry her hands ached to do something… like spank him till he cries.
"Are you that cheap?"
Taehyung, lost in his euphoria, wondered why his sex therapist's voice sounds so close to him, it was like he could feel her in his brain, and smell her mild perfume that was such a turn on.
"I bet you will let anything into your hole, a stick, a cock, even rubber…" Yuna spat out, shifting closer to him, "You must be so desperate to get fucked, you could not even lock the door and act all dirty in your room,"
"Hmmm… No,"
"No?"
"Y-yes, fuck yes, I'm so dirty … i-i cou-couldn't wait."
Yuna went next to him and bent by his side, "Well, what are you waiting for then,"
Taehyung could only moan in response. He could feel himself floating, little stars dancing in his sight. His second hand desperately stroked his cock as he chased his high.
"Cum like the little bitch that you are." that sentence was his undoing. He released all over himself with a loud groan, barely staying conscious through it.
After a few seconds of breathing deeply, he snickered softly, "Dr Kim, did you take something extra today?" his voice was hoarse and went two pitch deeper, "I've never cummed so hard before…"
"Well… that wasn't me but that is good news I guess,"
"What do you mean that wasn't …" his eyes snapped open and he stood up suddenly, he was quick to meet Yuna's bright eyes.
"Oppa!" she greeted with a smile.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"