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{M}~ SeongJoong- Jealous

Genre: Smut
Kinks: Overstimulation, bondage, degredation, begging, maybe more idk

Park Seonghwa was frustrated. Jealous, even. How could he not be when his boyfriend Hongjoong openly flirted with other guys and wore clothing that was a bit revealing?

Seonghwa didn't care about the clothing; he cared about what Hongjoong did and said while wearing them.

Not only that, but Hongjoong hung out with his friends constantly. Seonghwa felt like he never got to spend any time with his boyfriend.

So he decided to do something a little crazy, but necessary in his eyes, to get his attention. At lunchtime, he went to the bathroom on the second floor of the east side of their school and punched himself square in the face, making his lips bleed. He called Hongjoong and waited for him to answer the phone. It rang to voicemail, and Seonghwa rolled his eyes before calling again.

Seonghwa's POV

"Seonghwa, why are you calling me? Where are you?" Hongjoong sounded a little annoyed.

"I'm in the bathroom, second floor east wing, my lip is busted. I might even have a black eye."

"What?!? Are you okay? Who did this? I'm on my way right now!" Hongjoong sounded panicked, good. I curved my lips upward before resuming my straight face and dull tone.

"Focus on walking, you fall over enough. I'll tell you later." I hung up before he could reply.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and waited for my boyfriend to show up.

"Seonghwa, you okay?" Hongjoong asked as he burst through the bathroom door. He gasped at my face, but I refused to look him in the eyes. I noticed he wore a thin white crop top, a translucent shirt, and jeans with rips up his thighs. Yes, my boyfriend looked hot, but if I thought so, then so did other people. And that slightly bothers me.

"We're leaving school, I'm taking you home so you can clean up, I'm sorry baby," Hongjoong fussed. I just stood up and followed him out of the building.

He hung onto my arm and asked me questions I barely answered the whole way to the car.

The car ride was silent, too, and he was losing his patience with my silence. He finally cracked when we stepped inside my apartment.

"Why won't you talk to me, Hwa? I'm asking you questions and I'm not getting answers!"

"I punched myself in the face, there's your answer," I replied calmly.

"Why would you do that?!" Hongjoong was freaking out.

"I was trying to get your attention. You never pay me attention anymore, always talking to other people and hanging out with friends. Don't misunderstand, I don't care about you having friends and hanging out with people, but I'd like to see my damn boyfriend from time to time! And you flirt with people and wear these revealing clothes, which look fucking amazing on you. You're so attractive, Kim Hongjoong, and I'm not the only person who realizes that! It doesn't help when you flirt like I don't exist!"

Hongjoong stared at me for a moment before answering me. "I didn't know you felt that way about me hanging out with these people. And as for the clothes, I just like those clothes. I guess I didn't realize I was flirting with other people, sometimes it's a habit. But don't punch yourself in the face! You'll yourself hurt more than mean to!" he exclaimed, pushing me tightly.

I narrowed my eyes at him, staring into his soft gaze with my piercing one. He swallowed the lump in his throat and backed into the couch as I slowly moved toward him.