𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮-𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲:
❝𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘳𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦?❞
𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗲:
❝𝘺𝘦𝘴❞
or nineteen boys are split into three groups for a project. what could go wrong? apparent...
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Bright lights, thumping music, sweaty bodies grinding against each other—that was all Jaemin could sense. His gaze was blurred, head buzzing and limbs heavy. Rough hands gripped at his hips, guiding them to grind roughly against a hard groin. It felt so good, and it felt so dirty.
One, small rational part of Jaemin's brain was screaming at him, telling him that this was a horrible idea, that this wouldn't make Jeno love him back. It sounded oddly like Renjun, but Jaemin drunkenly pushed the nagging thoughts away, letting the hot guy dancing with him drag him away from the mess of hot and horny young adults on the dance floor.
Cold air whipped his face, and he knew he was outside. He giggled, letting the hot stranger lead him to his parked car on the side of the road. He allowed the guy, Terry, he thinks his name was, to push him down onto the backseat, rough and sweaty hands groping and touching Jaemin's thighs, chest, ass, anywhere he could reach.
Goodbye virginity, Jaemin thought to himself as the guy pushed himself into Jaemin's tight heat. It hurt, but it felt good. So, so good.
No wonder Jeno liked doing it so often.
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"Can I kiss your lips?"
Taeyong froze, eyes blowing wide. Jaehyun gazed at him with clouded, watery eyes, his red lips glistening and pouting. Taeyong subconsciously ran his tongue over his lips, watching as Jaehyun's eyes dipped to his lips to gaze at the subtle movement.
"They look so pretty hyung..." Jaehyun murmured, leaning in closer.
Those simple words struck a chord with Taeyong, his body going rigid. Horrible, unwanted memories play like a broken record, including that man's voice whispering dirty, filthy words into his ear while he had his way with him.
The memory choked Taeyong, his lungs struggling to breathe. He inhaled sharply, reaching out to cup Jaehyun's cheeks in his bony hands, staring at the younger dead in the eye. Jaehyun's eyes were dark, cloudy and shining with unshed tears. They glistened like twinkling stars, so much pain hidden deep within his iris. Taeyong frowned, gently swiping his thumbs just below the younger's lower lashes, brushing away the stray tears that dripped from his waterline.
The reminiscent of that night pushed to the back of his mind, the only thing Taeyong could see right now was Jaehyun. The young boy with a heart too big and smile too bright. The boy who just wants everyone to be okay, even if he himself is suffering.
Taeyong knew Jaehyun hid his pain well, unlike him. He truly was amazing, still loving Taeyong even after all the pain Taeyong had put him through. And this was when Taeyong began to think—could he do it? Could he love Jaehyun back? Could he let him kiss him? Kissing him was nice, but there was always that voice in the back of his mind, taunting him, whispering him lies.
