Pretty Marks

Chapter 2

third person pov; now only to be in lowercase.

"jeongguk, please!" jung hoseok whines as his gentle, sweaty hands clawed at the pale grey sheets beneath his grooling body. "god, you never shut up, do you?" jeongguk muttered as he placed his hand on hoseok's hip, only to smile at him not long after. it was surprising how he could just begin to think about all the soft features of his elder as they were in the middle of something, oh so mischievous. goodness, was he whipped; just completely and utterly whipped for the older male, the male that brightened his day consistently with his pearly white smile, and loud gurgling giggles, his flushed cheeks and golden skin. he was just amazing.

he began to flush out of his whimsicle mind as he placed his hands further up, resting on the decreasing fat in between hoseok's chest and hips, his oh so lovely and petite waist. jeongguk's thin lips latched onto hoseok's bottom lip that happened to be plump and swollen out of the blue, and he soon found himself panting as he grinded oh so very hard against hoseok's precious prince parts, in between his plush, golden and glistening thighs. "youre so loved.. oh so loved by me, my gorgeous prince." he hummed before he began to stumble in his own stance.

without another thought spared, another word said, taehyung came in. and boy, was he in for a surprise. "look at that. just as i thought i could trust you, hoseok." jeongguk really hadn't noticed the expression that lied about on hoseok's features. "taehyung, what do you mean?" he began, eyelashes fluttering, before taehyung spoke up again, walking in slowly and shutting the door behind him. "i trusted you with my feelings, i trusted you to know that i had feelings for you, and here you are, giving yourself up." taehyung said, surely rude and abruptly confused all at once. who wouldnt be confused in this case as they would see the people they wanted to give their heart to, lying on a bed shirtless with their legs open, or is it only a fantasy to think that they stood a chance.

"what ever do you mean taehyung? since when has hoseok ever given himself to you? i dont see your name written on him." jungkook pouted, practically making a hissy fit and whining as if he had just gotten his everything taken away. taehyung shook his head and no longer even replied. although— his actions surely did say something soon enough. without a second to spare, he pounced on jeongguk and looked in his eyes. "goodness, youre so oblivious to everything around you unless it's hoseok. you never see anything other than that damn hoseok, and i hate it. youre such a waste of a twink." taehyung replied with the slightest nasty grin.

jeongguk hadnt understood what to do, or what to think as he had gotten pounced on. it was unbelievable to ever imagine the soft and gentle taehyung acting in such a sadistic way. everything about taehyung just didnt hit the right way at the moment, and he hoped it would all stop soon enough because he surely was not ready to deal with whatever taehyung was going to give him. taehyung always wanted people to be happy, and his eyes were always shining. why were they so dark and gloomy now, although? what ever could hoseok have done to make his character shift so randomly.

hoseok also hadn't known what was going on to make taehyung shift. he knew that it for sure wasn't him unless it was something that had to do with previous matters. in specific, the time where taehyung promised to leave everything behind, all in all, to help hoseok become less of a succubus, and more of the serious and mature man that most know as jung hoseok on stage, who puts on a straight face and does his job as he should. after all, he was always wanting to support himself and others that were special to him. he would never have his sex life get ahead of that.

"now who are you caling a twink?" jeongguk began to protest, pulling away, or at least attempting to, yet not giving much of a fight in the end as taehyung reached a slender hand down the beautiful figure infront of him. "hoseokie, dont you think jeongguk is so, so pretty?" he asked, as if this wasnt just a soap opera a few minutes prior to the current events. hoseok sat up, scooting up until he could relax hinself on the back of his calves. he placed his hands inbetween his legs and simply stared down at his own hands, accordingly small compared to both boys, although jeongguk's was close to the same. "yes.." was all he could mutter in response.

"taehyung, get off. it isn't funny." jeongguk whispered, lips becoming dry, and the beat of his heart beginning to speed up as he soon realized, taehyung wasnt joking. in fact, he was dead serious. which honestly is such a big factor in the boner that began to peak through his loose sweats. "taehyungie, why cant you use me instead..?" hoseok pondered, getting on all fours and crawling to where the two boys laid. "please, use me like the toy that i am.." he whispered softly, taehyung biting his lip and looking over to the submissive male that he originally came to the room for. he scoffed in response, and gathered all of his thoughts before he put it into one.

"do you deserve it?" taehyung asked, raising an eyebrow to hoseok's defense. taehyung stepped off and away from jeongguk and crossed his arms. "you always want, and you always beg. as much as you want to be used as a toy, youve always loved being appreciated. so tell me, do you deserve it?" taehyung asked once again, instead of getting closer and intimidating, moving farther away. this was a game to him. all a game that was easily put in his hands as soon as he stepped in the room.

it could be seen from the start that his goal was to get hoseok vulnerable, get him a weaving mess only to shut down all his fantasies and put him in his rightful place. all that hoseok did was sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at taehyung with a shine in his eyes as he shook his head, a soft and raspy, "i don't know." leaving his lips. "you don't know? do i have to force it out of you? it is not hard at all. it is easy. there are one of two options." he teased.

he could tell hoseok was getting heated and the tension between him and taehyung made it feel as if jeongguk was no longer in the room. "namjoon wouldn't want to know how many marks that rest along your stomach. no matter how pretty you are, you will never get out of your punishment against the one rule." taehyung said, only proving more points as he continued to get closer to the exit. "i don't deserve it." hoseok finally answered, giving up as he closed his legs and stood up, now going on a hunt for his shirt. "why don't you deserve it?" taehyung asked, wanting to crack more out of hoseok's character.

jeongguk watched, amazed at just how much control over the situation taehyung had. but he only could question what exactly that was going on. all he wanted to do was give HIS precious boy pretty marks, but in the end it all came to the result of just questionable actions. "you came here to ruin me. you came here to manipulate me." hoseok stated, very sternly. "that doesnt answer my question, now does it, hoseok?" taehyung asked with a shake of his head. taehyung's goal was almost succeded. all that he wanted would soon be his. everything that he mourned for, would finally be available to his ever lasting want.

"i dont deserve it, because it's not what i need. all that i need is to stay in my place and control myself. i dont want to destroy our careers." he said while he finally found his loose shirt and began to put it on over his small framed body. "correct." taehyung said before he fully left. with that, jeongguk nor hoseok spoke a word to eachother, and hoseok made his way out of his room without messy bedhair and obnoxious bruised skin that would get him in trouble.

"all i ever wanted, was to be the one to lie pretty marks on you. but i've no longer had that chance, with him attaching you to what you think you'd need most."