Plum Blossoms are beautiful

Their own theatre [Jang Ilso X Chung Myung]

Warning: swearing.

Jang Ilso pushed Chung Myung down the bed, his big hand holding Chung Myung's wrists above his head.

Chung Myung snarled, a beast-like growl rumbled from his throat, and his eyes were full of killing intent.

At that, Jang Ilso only gave a smirk, which agitated Chung Myung further in return.

He exploded.

"What do you think you are doing you bastard!? Huh!? You sapa cub, you want to fuck me, huh? Ha! You must be seriously out of your mind! I will kill you, I will gouge your eyes out, I will feed you to Baek-ah. I think you will look good with empty eyes. I am doing you a favor. You must really want to die, huh? Don't worry, you won't die easily you fucking–"

Jang Ilso slid his tongue in smoothly, and he began to relentlessly devour the warm mouth.

His tongue spewed into action, making Chung Myung's curses that would make a person rather die than listen to his bullshits useless.

From this point alone, it looked like Jang Ilso was a hero who defeated the big bad villain.

However, no one would call the Jang Ilso a good person.

Maybe in another thousand years or so when he wants to disguise himself for his own selfish reasons.

The free hand stroked the cheek, and slid along the somewhat rough skin like a slippery snake.

Chung Myung broke out in goosebumps at the feeling of tender light caressing on his skin.

Tender and light? Come on, it was not a thing that Jang Ilso would bother to do or even put a pretense of.

But now he was doing exactly that.

He knew it! Jang Ilso must have had a purpose. Chung Myung was full of suspicion.

Chung Myung was unwilling but he was so comfortable.

The hand roaming on his body was so feathery, that it was making him sleepy.

Then, the so-called 'feathery hand' was put into his asshole.

The Plum Blossom eyes grew impossibly wide and killing intent lingering in the air went several levels higher. Heat rushed to his head.

He slowly lifted his head and met the light-colored eyes, and long black hair fell onto his face, as if teasing him. His gaze was arrogant and challenging as if saying: 'Come on, what are you going to do now?'. He wanted to dig those eyes out.

Right now, none of that matters.

This bastard put his hand in that place? A place meant only for Tang Bo?

The anger was still undeniably there, however, his mind seemed to have cooled down, and yet, he felt like his veins were on fire, his body wanted to take some action, and he was eager to kill this bastard right here and there.

He bit the extra, unneeded tongue in his mouth, hard.

Irony and fishy.

Blood.

But it was not enough to satisfy him.

He bit harder and harder.

Enough to cut that tongue in half.

And Jang Ilso was no longer able to ignore the pain.

He frowned and gripped the curly long hair by the back, and Chung Myung still didn't let go. His teeth were merciless.

Without a choice, Jang Ilso punched him.

"Kugh...."

Chung Myung groaned, and heaved.

Jang Ilso stood up, examing his tongue with an annoyed expression.

To most, it was enough to ruin their mood, and enough to destroy their sexual or sadistic desire. However, it was to 'most'.

Jang Ilso was obviously not included in the 'most'.

Jang Ilso loved challenges, and he loved dancing along the line of death, even more.

Jang Ilso felt the most alive when danger was surrounding him.

He laughed.

"Kukuku.... Hahahahahahaha!!!"

He held his stomach and laughter was in the corners.

Chung Myung released his hold on the place where he was punched, he eyed the room carefully.

Sword, where was his sword?

No matter how much it hurt, could it make Chung Myung ignore the threat in front of him?

No.

The answer was 'no'.

Besides, the only person who could rival Chung Myung's pain tolerance would be the crazy bastard who was laughing to death right now.

So, it didn't hurt enough to Jang Ilso for him to hurt Chung Myung.

And, it didn't hurt enough to Chung Myung for him to soothe his pain by rubbing gently.

Without a choice?

What a load of bullshit.

What a pair of bastards.

Was this the so-called scam meet scam?

Look, Jang Ilso's gaze was still trained on Chung Myung's figure. In fact, they never strayed a second.

They were both cold and merciless.

Both twisted in their own ways.

They were the match made in hell.

This was their own theater.

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End notes:

Okay soo, what the fxxk is this?

No, I'm serious. What the actual fxxk is this?

#EverdayIdon'tknowwhatIamwriting

Chung Myung has slightly rough skin because, come on, he does martial arts. Even if he ate magical pills, I'm convinced that he, at least, must have a slightly rough skin texture. And it's sexier.

By the way, does this count as smut???