Broken Conscience

Fuckers

Hoseok's POV
I let out a long sigh, running a hand through my hair. I still felt stressed over the whole Changhoi situation. Sure, he was dead now and we probably tortured him to insanity before that, but still. Just the thought of Yoongi being in another relationship... or knowing that someone out there had looked at and touched Yoongi in that way... I wanted to torture him all over again. I could get off on those pained screams.
That's why I went out today. I wanted to get some air, and I figured I could buy something nice for Yoongi while I was at it. Something to remind him that he was mine. Or maybe it was to remind myself, because Yoongi already seemed to know this very well. Despite the childish, fragile facade the older boy put on around me, I knew that deep down he was far more confident and strong than I. His power kink was a separate topic.
"Oi!" I heard a rough voice call out to me. Before I even turned to look at him, I was thinking of a couple different ways to deal with this person. Sounded like some teenage thug, so my knife wouldn't be necessary.
Slowly, I turned only my head to stare at the boy. His head was shaved and he wore a dirty black hoodie. In his hand was a broken bottle, being held threateningly at me.
"What?" I scoffed, soaking in the fear from the boy. Intimidating people was another thing I got off on.
The boy's legs wobbled as he swung the bottle around, "G-Give me your ducking money! I don't want to do this the hard way."
Rolling my eyes, I said, "I'm sure you don't," and then I turned my head back around, walking away. I smirked when I heard the scuff of his boots coming towards me. This was way too fun. As he got to my back, I swirled around grabbed his wrist, knocking the bottle to the ground. Then I twisted his arm back, being my other arm to his back as I pushed him against the wall of the alleyway. He hit his face, and I saw that his lip had busted.

"Learn how to properly mug someone or you'll get yourself killed, jackass."
The boy quivered under my touch, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please have mercy! I'm homeless and my girlfriend and sick and—"
"I don't care about your goddamn sob story," I hissed, loving every second of the boy's terror, "You think you can get away clean trying to steal from me? You think I give a fuck about your girlfriend?"

The boy shook his head, his skin scraping against the cement wall, "Please, I'll do anything! Just let me go!"

Letting go of his wrist, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing him to his knees, "Suck me off."
"Wh-What?" The boy frowned his eyes darting nervously to my crotch and then back to my eyes.
"You wanna get back to your pretty girlfriend? Either my cock or my knife is going to go down your throat in the next few seconds, so you better make your mind," I growled. Humiliation was always the best way to start breaking a spirit.
The boy hastily worked to undo my pants, pulling out my flaccid cock. He looked absolutely afraid and disgusted. When he wrapped his lips around me, I could tell immediately tell it was his first time; too much teeth for comfort. I told him this, and he tried to fix his technique. It didn't do much, as he was still sloppy and awkward. Wanting to tease him a bit, I thrust into his mouth. He gagged and quickly pulled away from me, even spitting up on the ground.
Meanwhile, I hadn't even gotten hard from his attempts. I grabbed my wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill, dropping it into his lap. With that, I stuffed my hands back into my pockets, sneering as I walked away briskly.
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Seokjin's POV
Namjoon is annoying. He is desperate. He is needy. He is irresponsible. He is clumsy. I was gritting my teeth just thinking about him. I mean, sure he was an excellent leader. And sure, he fuck like no one's business. And yeah, he looked insanely sexy when he wore those tank tops, or when he'd get into fights and his biceps would just bulge with every punch thrown.

Dammit.
I have dignity. I have maturity on my side, where the rest of our team doesn't. And I'd be damned if I just let Namjoon treat me like I'm some whore who's there for him whenever he wants to fuck. I'm not like Jungkook and Jimin and Taehyung. I have dignity.

I didn't realize how worked up I'd become until the egg I was holding was smushed in my hand. I muttered curses under my breath as I threw it away, then wiping off my hand. I grabbed another egg for the casserole, reading the thought of spitting in it and giving that piece to Namjoon. But then I remembered I was supposed to be the mature one, so I continued to angrily cook my casserole.
As I placed it in the oven, I heard a door open and turned to see the devil entering the room. It was actually Namjoon, my most trusted friend and confidant, but I was still angry at him.
"Mm, smells good," he said in a low voice, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind.

"What do you want Namjoon?" I asked scornfully. I didn't feel like being nice.
He breathed against my ear, and I hate the shiver that ran up my spine, "I miss you."
I sighed, exasperated, "Okay? What do you want, Namjoon?"

Namjoon let go of me, his fingers lingered on my lower back before he pulled away completely. He moved so he was standing next to me, looking me in the eye, "I wanna take you on a date," he said.
I couldn't help but glare at him, "Why?"
"Because I want to fix us. I want to be with you again."
I bit my lip, taking a deep breath, "You wanna get in my pants again, huh?"
"Yeah."
I clenched my fists, then jabbed him in the chest with my finger, "I don't care. Get out of my kitchen before I cook you with my casserole."
As much he annoyed me, Namjoon was a smart guy. He treaded off, and I didn't watch him leave.
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??? POV
"Yeah. He'll be there."
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"Of course this isn't a trap. I wouldn't risk anything happening to him."
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"If you fucking bail on me now, I swear to god I'll hang you by your goddamn toes and burn you alive."
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"Thanks, man. You're the best. Don't disappoint me."

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A/N guess who's updating after 2 years?? sorry.