EXO SMUT TIME: THE SHIPS

The Horrors of a Caramel Apple

Gangsters do not like to be bossed around. Especially by a small bunny looking man by the name of Kim Junmyeon.

*SeHo~
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Firstly, he was dragged here.

Secondly, he needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut.

Thirdly, it was Baekhyun's fault.

It was like all those horror movies came to live and were now after him in the damn haunted house. Except they were in the form of angry gangsters that could use his head as a soccer ball. "We're fucking dead if they find us!" Baekhyun hisses, leading the way inside the now empty horror house. It was bustling with life before, screams and laughs emitting from it just minutes ago. But the local biker hoodlums HAD TO crash the small Halloween fair and now Junmyeon was running for his life, just trying to find an exit out of this nightmare. "You just had to open your mouth, huh?! Mr. 'I'm class president, everyone will listen to me'!"

"Shut the fuck up! If you hadn't thrown that stupid caramel apple at Park's bike none of this would have happened! Someone had to save your dumbass, remember?"

Exactly how had they gotten into this situation? Well, it started with Baekhyun's caramel apple being knocked from his hand. Honestly, the poor boy should have just let it go, should have just accepted the rude scoff that came from the tall red head and taken it as the apology he needed so much. Junmyeon had to watch as his small friend, and frankly quite idiotic, pick up the large caramelized confection from the ground, swing his arm back far and just fling the apple at the new, shining Harley Davidson standing several feet away.

It had made a sickening thud against the metal, Junmyeon frozen to his spot as he watched each and every one of the bikers tense up, eyes not on the red head but the tall boy standing right next to the other. Slowly, the smirk that was on Baekhyun's face began to diminish, the black haired gangster taking large and calculative steps towards them. In an effort to protect his friend, he decides to step in front of him. Which he realizes very soon is a ridiculous decision on his part and he should have let Baekhyun get skinned alive. The action seemed to shock the advancing biker, if only for a fleeting second, before a dark and cruel smirk flits across his lips.

Now, Junmeyon knows that this is not the time, small children and families around but the biker was a god damn meal for his eyes. They lived in a small town, Junmyeon knowing just about everyone, and Kim Junmyeon knew the leader of the Exodus gang all too well. They shared an interesting history, a blossoming beauty that started their junior year of high school—By which I do not mean a typical hallway meet up, but instead the two boys finding themselves locked in the janitor's closet with too many hormones spiked. Really, a beautiful story.

History? Oh, they certainly have it.

"Take another step and I won't hesitate to call the cops," Junmyeon blurts out, his bunny costume (it was Baekhyun's idea) not letting him be taken seriously. The other boy hides behind him, squeaking as he peeks at the angry gangster. Oh Sehun, leader of Exodus, laughs loudly and comes very close to Junmyeon's face. He towers over him and makes the small student president want to crawl into a hole, never to be seen again. Those familiar fingers wrap around his chin and Junmyeon malfunctions for a spilt seconds, pink lips parting slightly. The gangster smirks, eyes hard and hiding any emotion. Junmyeon always hated that.

"Still think you can boss me around, huh?" he muses, pulling back and not missing the way that the small bunny boy takes a huge gulp of air. "Not bossing you around, shitbag, simply warning you. You hurt Baekhyun and I make sure the cops catch you. That simple," Junmyeon says, keeping his head high. The bunny ears really do make the smaller male look extra pretty, Sehun wondering how he would look bouncing on his cock— But he digresses. Their fire was over, died out long ago.