Might Not 「Zhang Yixing」

4

「You don't want to see the other side of me」

It was boring with out her. Not as fun, not as dreamy or tasteful.

Angel finally realized, after several talks from Lahn who was 46 and very experienced, that she doesn't need a man. Or a woman.

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Yixing sighed, head being held up by his palm while he watched people walk the runway. People didn't look at the model's, they looked at him. He knew it, giving a few smirks.

Jongin leaned close to him, whispering quietly.

"I thought you were going to bring that angelic girl." He felt a snap in his stomach, the one that usually tells him his nerves are in over drive.

"I never said that." He bit back quietly, his friend smoothed out his Gucci suit and chuckled. Tan skin peaked out from his jacket, no shirt underneath and honestly Yixing was ready to punch all of the paparazzi that kept flashing them to death.

"You said it like two day-"

"Shut up jongin."

"You pushed her away didn't you."

"Fuck off." Yixing growled as Jongin chuckled, white teeth sparkling. Eyes scanning the crowd for his sister and his two nieces, suddenly snapping back and locking with Yixing eyes.

"Yixing, find your self before you find some one else. Your one of the most powerful men but you constantly do this." Jongin spotted them, finally walking away from the front seat and into the crowd where his sister was.

Yixing watched a female model from Canada walk down the isle. She was pale, blonde hair and too skinny, like she starved herself. It made him upset that she looked slightly sick, why must they starve themselves? Skinny isn't always perfect, he wanted to shout.

The girl gave him a smile, trying to be flirtatious as Yixing looked away.

Junmyeon gave him a frown, leaning close to him.

"Do I need to call Lu Han? He usually cheers you up. You are always giving girls shy smiles." He mothered, eyes filled with concern. Yixing shook his head,

he's fine. Don't worry.

Suho didn't trust a damn thing Lay would say about his emotions, he's not stupid.

"You look like you might die." Minseok added, Yixing's eyes blazed as all his friends looked at him.

"I don't die." Yixing growled.

He was home, Angel was coming to get her things. He had a cigarette between his lips, sucking in the smoke as the beautiful view of the Korean city sprawled out before him. He wore a tight white shirt and adidas sweat pants, gold chain slightly peaking out as it laid across his pale neck.

Yixing let his eyes flutter closed, waiting for the doorbell to ring.

He didn't want to let her go, she was so addictive. Her taste, her eyes, her voice...

Yixing gulped, licking his lips. His eyes snapped open as he tried to make the thoughts leave.

Angel was too young.

Angel was too much of a risk.

Angel would ruin him.

He wanted her to ruin him.

He wanted to be ruined.

The door opened, he snapped his head to the door.

Perfect frame, with an addition off the perfect eyes staring at him. They were puffy and her face was flushed, Baby girl had been crying.

"I'll be quick." Her voice was ice, cutting his heart out. Yixing couldn't reply, for he was watching his heart fall to the floor.

Yixing stood, following her as she went into his room. She opened her book bag, pulling out all of his clothes and items he ever bought for her. Baby girl even had the tag with it, Yixing smiled at it.

Angel bent over, grabbing a tag that fell and Yixing felt his soul leave. Baby girl was perfect, baby girl made his head spin and god he felt teased. He tried so hard not to let him self go, to not pull her hair and teach her a lesson because that was not in his job description.

Angel appeared in front of him, he stood in her way.

"I need to get my glass bowl from the kitchen." He moved, watching her trot into the kitchen. She had a glass bowl, not what you think, a bowl he could smoke pot out of. Yixing kind of didn't want to let that go but it was baby girl's, and he certainly was regretting confronting her. He could have gone a different way.

He followed her to the kitchen, she gave him a short glance. Yet Yixing was in a trance. He put out the cig, walking up to her and pressing her against the counter.

"Da- Yixing." She corrected herself, skin almost burning as his lips traced her neck.

"Why did you do it?" He breathed, her scent made him feel so closed in. He wanted to see her, see her bare and worship her.

Angel was panting, she could feel him press into her and god it was too much.

"Because I can." She knew it would spark the controlling Yixing, soon he had her pushed up against a wall. His eyes glazed, hands sliding up her school skirt as she moaned. Her bag dropped to the floor.

"please don't stop." He picked her up, mouth marking purple into her neck as he carried her to his room. She kicked off her shoes, grinding against him as he finally kissed her.

It tasted so good, sinful lips with a tongue that battled him. He almost melted when angel yanked at his shirt, begging him.

"Daddy, I need you." He bucked his hips, growling lightly as he yanked off his joggers. Angel's skilled hands pulled at his boxers, soon going to touch herself.

Yixing pulled her hands away, pinning them above her head with one hand.

"Did daddy say you could?"

"N-No, please! Daddy please!" She was getting worked up.

Yixing felt himself finally loose all self control, only thing he could see was Angel.

He really was fucked.