REALITY SHOW [Hyunlix]

13

"You said something about cleaning the bathroom. You went missing for 3 hours." Minho raised an eyebrow while i was fidgeting with my shirt. I tried my best not to get pop up images of what happened.

"YEAH..i felt sick to my stomach after leaving. It really stinks bad." I said with a disgusted face. Thank god i prepared for this.

"You dont have to clean up after someone." JiSunG said..
"I know and i probably wont. It reeks. Is there a corpse in there?" I said with a terrified expression. Joking of course.

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Our convo continued, we talked about the good and the bad. Im starting to like these two. While i was talking i felt a large hand placed on my shoulder. Very risky, i had some sensitive hickeys there.

It was Hyunjin. I like his presence sometimes, i liked it now until he pressed down my hickey ON PURPOSE. I bit my lip and tried my best to pay attention to something Jisung was saying.

Im gonna beat hyunjin up, hes not gonna like this john cena belt whopping after this.
Bro is gonna have his face transformed Michael Jackson style but ill let his skin color be.

"Felix? Feeeliiixx." I hear a loud voice. Its jisung. I looked around and all of them are staring at me.

"Are you good? You've been smiling at yourself for the past 4 minutes.." Minho said and i glanced at hyunjin. He was grinning, still pressing down my hickey.
I wasnt really gonna let him do that so i almost grabbed his hand until i remembered that dumb challenge.

Fuck this shit..i really want to sink into the ground.
"Im good..i just want to rest a bit." I said and left with shaky legs.

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After what seemed to be like an internity of walking to the isolation i finally plopped on the bed, the exhaustion finally hit me. I almost immediatly clossed my eyes and covered myself with a blanket.

After all that action im weak in all my limbs. Mostly my legs. Its so hot thinking about his scrunched face every time he thrusts deeper.

I giggled one last time before falling asleep.
Usually i always have a male succubus in my dreams which is why i always am excited to sleep, but its different this time.

I saw hyunjin, and i wasnt complaining. I wish it was a lucid dream so i could go up to him and suck that man dry but it was only a really vivid dream.

"Slut." Is the only thing he said before i woke up, i wish i didnt.
I was laying on my back and i couldnt move an inch. Only my eyes were now moving.
I started to breath heavy, is this a sleep paralysis? As i started hallusinating a shadowy figure appeared in front of my bed.

As i watched it get closer i went through 5 stages of grief:

~denial- i wanted to kill myself right there and then because i didnt belive what i saw.

~anger- i would kill this motherfucker if i could move. If this is the last thing im gonna see then he might as well fuck me one last time. Ill kick this twink in the balls, i still have money to spend.

~bargaining- i tried negotiating with this bitch but i couldnt talk.

~depression- i didnt try my new LV JACKET *sob sob* my life is falling apart.

~acceptance- just kill me already.
(Had to)

It was on top of me and i couldnt properly breath.  It actually placed those dirty semen hands on my neck and tried chocking me. I felt like it was real and i liked it. Im a masochist..come on now.
If i could speak i would probably yell 'YES DADDY' before calling for help.