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"Jungguk, p-please go slow." A tiny male breathed out when he is being rammed mercilessly by Jungguk's enormous dick.

"That's not what you said when you were practically throwing yourself on me hm?" Jungguk grunted before turning the latter's face into bedsheets as he increased his pace.

"Please take it s-slow you will break m-me." The boy moaned as Jungguk found himself getting turned off from constantly complaining about his stamina and dick.

"Get up." Jungguk pulled out from the boy and removed his king-sized condom from his dick and throwing it into the trash can.

"B-but you haven't cummed y-yet neither am I." The boy with hopeful lusty eyes spoke as he looked into Jungguk's emotionless face. The boy was eager to cum but he thinks he destroyed the mood of the dominant partner.

"Get the fuck out of my apartment right now." The taller pushed his hair back with his fingers, exposing his forehead.  The boy trailed down his eyes to Jungguk's dick which was red and angry at his owner who allowed his anger issues more than his lust issues.

"A b-blowjob?"

"Leave now."

"Yeah." The boy said disappointed. It was clearly his fault because he guessed his words will boost the ego of the other male but his plan backfired because Jungguk didn't like the sound he made. "Call me again if you want to fuck. I will not disappoint you next time."Maybe he will get a chance in the future to be properly fucked by this buff man but who knows. He left his number on the nightstand with the name Troye.

Jungguk sighed as the short boy left his apartment after putting on his clothes. He is frustrated as fuck and his dick doesn't know how to calm the fuck down.

After entering his shower, letting the cold water fall on his back he jerked off two times. Grunts escaping his mouth as he imagines any hole to fuck.

He loves his bathroom so much. Although his apartment is small his bathroom contradicts. It is spacious and beautiful with marble stone architecture. He can spend hours underneath his lukewarm shower, eyes closed and his mind devoid of any thoughts.

But he stepped out of the bathroom, dried himself, and put some clothes on before leaving his apartment. Not forgetting to switch the lights off and lock the door.

He searches for a four-year-old boy who lives two floors below him. He took the elevator for two floors and faced a familiar corridor.

No signs of crying or throwing something here and there. He concluded that the child's parents didn't fight today. A small smile formed on his lips as he imagined the boy sleeping safe and sound.

He turned back for his apartment who he proudly calls his home. But he corrected himself. He lives in a house he owns because there is no one in his life with who he can share it.
A house is a home when it has remembrances of the people who live in it.

Pushing these lonely thoughts aside he thinks of the new college he is going to start in 2or 3 days. He thinks of the tattoos he is going to draw on his art diary before craving into his customer's skin.

These thoughts ultimately drifted him to sleep.

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"Wake up Kookie, Breakfast is ready." Mama Jeon chirped from the dining table. She knows these calling will not affect her sleepy head son.

When she got no response, she playfully glared his husband who is reading the newspaper at the center chair with rectangular specs resting on his nose.

Papa Jeon just smiled at his wife and she headed towards Kookie's room after mumbling a 'this is all your fault' to his husband.

"Just five minutes more Mumma." Sleepy Kookie mumbled as his eyebrows furrowing together.