Bad Blood • JohnTen

(9.) Lose Yourself

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It was a cold morning, the wind was freezing－ a storm was probably approaching－ and it harshly bit on his bare skin; but Johnny couldn’t care enough to move. Johnny was at the rooftop of the senior’s dormitory building, watching the clear sky above, uncaring about how the temperature was dropping by the second.

He attended his classes like Hansol wanted him to but his mind just kept wandering off in between lessons and Johnny decided that he didn’t give a fuck anymore. He skipped his last period for that morning and went to the roof, to sort out his messy thoughts somehow. He kept thinking about it, with eyes closed or not. Johnny unconsciously dragged his tongue to lick his bottom lip. Albeit a few hours had already passed since then, he could still taste Ten on his mouth.

Ten was intoxicating, needy and feisty. Everything about him turned Johnny on; his extraordinary scent, his strong character, his lewd and sexy body. Johnny could still remember how Ten trembled underneath him, how bravely he fought Johnny and his ministrations yet failed miserably, how those wanton moans escaped his luscious lips without remorse, how tightly he clasped onto Johnny’s fingers, how his entire being was begging Johnny to take him. And Johnny can’t seem to have enough; he wanted more of Ten. His inner Alpha wanted to claim him once more, his incubus side wanted to fuck Ten senseless until he couldn’t stand on his own, but Johnny himself didn’t want to hurt Ten again like he did.

What the fuck was happening to me? Johnny squeezed his eyes shut tightly. His own thoughts were betraying him again. He shouldn’t even be thinking about it.

“I knew I’d find you here,” a familiar deep voice called from behind. “Hansol has been looking for you.”

“I needed to be alone.” Johnny grunted in annoyance before he slowly opened his eyes, not wanting the extra company. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, he had felt the other’s presence even from far away.

Taeyong walked towards him and sat by his side at the floor. “You feeling alright, Johnny?” he asked, spreading his feet so he would be comfortable. Johnny did not answer so he rephrased his query, “how long have you been here anyway?”

“I don’t know. I lost track of time,” Johnny replied, his voice sounded hoarse, his throat was too dry.

Taeyong hummed, looking over the other’s disheveled state; his face was red, probably from the coldness of the air. “You look troubled. What’s wrong?”

Johnny didn’t respond immediately, he was staring at nothing. He was lost, he felt so lost. “I did something bad, Tae….” he started, hadn’t even turned to look at the Dementor. “Really bad.”

Taeyong frowned. He was used to Johnny causing problems－ Taeyong had witnessed them all since they were childhood friends－ but it seemed like it was far more serious than all his previous shenanigans. “What did you do this time?”

Johnny was slightly reluctant, not sure if he should tell anyone else other than Hansol. But it was Taeyong, Johnny thought. And he knew he could trust Taeyong just as he did with Hansol. “I bit someone.”

Taeyong’s eyes widened, the sudden proclamation caught him off guard. “You did what?!”

“I bit someone,” Johnny repeated, not as remorseful as the first time.

Taeyong tried taking in deep breaths through his nose, nothing good was ever gonna happen if he lost his cool in front of Johnny. Because if Johnny had a bad temper, Taeyong did too. “So let me get this straight, you marked someone?”