❝Lock me up and throw away the key
He knows how to get the best out of me.❞
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He shouldn't be doing this.
This wasn't right, and it was definitely unlike him. Mingi, with his intoxicating presence, becomes a magnet for Yun...
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ONE OF YOUR GIRLS
"Dollhouse, dressed up, perfect, messed up"
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18.12.2023
Yunho has a tucked-in memory of being a boy and vowing to have the world in his hands once when he had longer, slender fingers rather than the chubby ones he had wrapped around a globe. It was of sorts blurry and somewhat jagged in his brain, but he knew this wasn't what he meant.
His fingers had grown and lost all of their baby fat around them and fit like a glove around the girl's jawline he was holding right now; his lips lost somewhere on her plush lips as he moved gently against it. He had heard of having sparks which travelled in quick wave motions down his body straight to his crotch and make it erect, just from a kiss. Yunho pressed harder against her shut lips, prodding them open with his tongue as she easily gasped and let Yunho's tongue explore her own.
Something ignited within Yunho's body and he almost collapsed in relief, his hands falling right under the girl's- Soyoung's, he corrected hastily as he groped a handful of her plump ass and pushed their heated bodies together with the hope that she tries to step back for a minute and Yunho wouldn't need to stop the retching feeling he could feel building up from the back of his throat. His consciousness was muddled from the shot glasses he had thrown back the same way his friends had, but he still could sense that they were watching him grind against Soyoung while making her dangerously pliant under his touch.
Some part of Yunho loved how she became easily moldable like wet clay, but in the back of his mind he knew there was too much water in the clay and it was running away from him in small puddles like the last strings of control he had over himself while he realized that there was something severely wrong.
"What's wrong?" Soyoung whispered to his lips when they had separated and had her forehead connected with Yunho's sweaty one.
"Nothing," he replied softly, catching his breath.
They reconnected their lips again, and Yunho could make out some hoots and cheers while he forcibly pushed on with the kiss, her lips plump but feeling severely pale underneath his, lacking the character, and personality he needed in a person before they kissed. The kiss felt forced and awkward, with little spark or chemistry. What good was connecting two bodies when both of them were nearly dead in their own way? Yunho would have nothing more to offer than the current night to the girl, and she would most probably leave frustrated and him sobbing in bed as he wouldn't be able to comfort or please another person.
Her hands drifted across Yunho's body sensually, and Yunho knew her destination was his crotch and she would be horrified to feel that he was soft. A spark of panic lit across his chest and he ripped his lips off of hers and his breath fell out of his mouth in soft pants, overshadowed by the loud music and his friends cheering for them from the stairs. The frequency of the music got piercingly deafening, and the hoots turned into static noise as he was finally unable to bear the disconnect any longer.
