The star is mine (completed)

XVII: Cruel (18+)

I actually ended up finishing the smut from last chapter here. There actually has to be at least a 4 month time gap between writing the beginning and the end of this scene, since I usually don't post things right after I write it, can you notice the change?

San's POV

'I already like it here', Wooyoung whispers, while I wipe my cum off of his face as well as I can, but it's still slightly sticky.

'Mmh', I smirk, then whisper back: 'But you haven't done it yet'

'Done what?'

'Moan my name'

'Then make me'

I don't even wait a second, my dick getting hard again, throwing him down on the couch so he lands on his back. He looks up at me, knowing he's driving me crazy.

I tug his shirt up and start kissing his body, the soft skin squirming underneath me while I give him little love bites and hickeys. He already whimpers when I kiss his nipple, my teeth only brushing it shortly.

My hand travels down to his pants, opening the button without even looking at it. Muscle memory. I pull them down, letting my finger glide along the length of his dick to his perfect little hole.

Another whimper, he sounds like an angel.

My mouth follows the movement of my hand, also going down his body, kissing his pink tip and licking his ass.

'S-San', he's already moaning, and I haven't even started yet.

'You've already moaned my name, should I stop now?'

'N-no, please'

My dick twitches at him begging for me, he knows I can't resist him when he acts like that. My finger slides into him and I hit his sweet spot first try, based on the way his nails are digging into my arms.

I pull out and hit the same spot again, and again, and again, while my other hand continues exploring and feeling every inch of his upper body. I stop at his waist, bending down to kiss his lips. A slow, sensual kiss turns into a fast and passionate one, his moans vibrating into my mouth while my fingers go deeper and faster too.

As soon as I pull back, his moans get louder, higher, reaching his pleasure peak. His head tilts back and his legs tremble under me, it's so fucking beautiful.

The boy who hated me not so long ago, laying tiredly on the couch after I fingered the life out of him. 

Jongho's POV

I hear a scream coming out of the hallway, sharp enough to cut through paper and it's my brother's voice.

I don't know better than to follow the sound, turning back immediately to go find him, running into the hallway and seeing the one door open that shouldn't be. I hear my father's footsteps approaching and I quickly hide in a doorframe when he walks into the 'forbidden room'.

Next moment I know, San is getting dragged out of there, crying, with a horrified look on his face, one I'd never seen before.

My father didn't see me, and my curiosity rises to know what must've been in that room to make a cheerful boy look like that. Making sure my father was far enough away; I decide to sneak into the same room.

I don't make a sound when I see the roughed-up man in the chair in front of me.

It's not the first time I'm scared of my dad, but this makes me realize how much of a monster he must be to put a man in this state.

Still not daring to make a sound, I sneak back out of the room and my brother isn't hard to find by his cries in agony and my father's thundering voice.

'You know you can't go inside there, what the fuck were you thinking?'

The room he was dragged in was left open by just a small gap, wide enough to look through it without being seen.

'I-I, It's Jongho's fault', San's frail voice squeaks out.

He's not buying the excuse, lifting his hand slowly, threatening to hit him but I still don't give a sound.

The slap lands on San's face, a red handprint slowly showing up on his cheek. I get scared and run for cover, and I don't get noticed by anyone.

I still carry that secret. Nobody but one person knows what I'd seen that day, and that one person left me because of it.

I'd seen the look on my brother's face when he said Wooyoung meant nothing to him. I can tell when he lies.

I didn't know I'd ever get to see the moment San fell in love, but secretly I've been waiting for it, because maybe I can do to him what he did to me.

I always thought my brother was invincible, that nothing could touch him, and he'd risked his life too many times for me to think he'd ever even fear death, but seeing him struggle to pretend to stay pokerfaced when he said the words 'He's a whore, brother' changed my mind about him.

He looked like he could burst out into tears any moment behind that mask, I almost felt pity.

My father died before I could take revenge, but my brother is still alive. I need him to feel what my family made me go through, and I finally got to see the day he'd care about anything.

And the best part is WHO he ended up caring about.

San's POV

I woke up to the sound of the doorbell and clumsily grab my phone to look at the time.

04:28

Who the fuck would ever be here at this hour?

I never would've gotten out of bed if I hadn't secretly hoped it was Wooyoung standing in front of the door, even though I know he wouldn't.

I turn on the light and rub my eyes, grabbing a robe from a chair in the corner of the room and throw it on, not even bothering to close it before I walk through the apartment.

I went through the whole list of people that could ever want to come here on the short walk to the door, but my mind keeps lingering on Wooyoung.

I swing open the door and I have to keep my jaw from dropping at the sight of the person I'd least and most expected to see.

Wooyoung.

His eyes quickly flash up and down my body, only wearing bowers underneath the untied robe but come back to mine. I can see he hasn't slept; his eyes are slightly red, and he has obvious dark circles.

'Wooyoung?', you can hear my confusion, 'What happened? Come in'

He doesn't move an inch.

'There's something that's been keeping me awake', I finally hear the sound of his voice, 'Something you need to help me with'

'Come in', I repeat, and I take a step back.

He follows me in but instead of sitting down, he keeps standing in the middle of the room, the concerning look in his eyes still hasn't disappeared.

'There's one thing I want you to do to fully win my trust'

My heart skips a beat, I don't think there's anything he could say that I wouldn't do, but I still get scared.

'I want you to find my sister'