Wooyoung was walking aimlessly after he got away from the house.
He somehow needed to get his mind out of there. So he did what he was good at.
With a wave of is hand, he stood in front of an unfamiliar town. He made his suitcase disappear, and then he started.
He walked to bar after bar that night. Boys, girls, they didn't matter to him. He made sure to destroy all of them. He could see in their eyes the pleasure he was giving them.
But he didn't let them touch him. No one was allowed to touch him.
Only San was allowed to touch him.
OK, maybe not only him. In his mind came quickly Hongjoong. How he would let the other use him. Or when Yeosang was so desperate that Wooyoung offered to help him.
At this point, his thoughts were a mess. He didn't know what to feel. He tried hard to keep those images away. But that didn't happen.
But soon he realised something. He wasn't feeling 'romantically' only for San. He thought of the times that he had to hold his flirty self back, because he was embarrassed in front of the others.
To be honest, he realised that, things between them had started to become more awkward. Like, him and San were already clingy to each other, but it seemed that this bothered the others. But they didn't understand why.
"Am I gonna see you again?" Wooyoung whipped his head to see the one who spoke. He had lost counting.
Without words he stood up, got ready and exited the shop.
He checked his clock, only to see that it was three in the morning. Well, he needed to go find a place to stay. He didn't know how much this would hold.
He started walking. Trying to find the nearest, expensive hotel. As much as his state wasn't good, he wasn't gonna allow himself to sleep in some cheap, dusty room.
And it didn't take him long. Withing minutes, he found a luxurious hotel and without thoughts, he entered.
He went to the reception and let's just say that with his good looks he managed to pay less for the room. OK, maybe he used a little magic on the receptionist but no one has to know.
He took the keys to his room, and made his way to the last floor, on the last room. Lucky.
He opened the door and got inside. He set aside his things and went immediately to the shower. He needed to rinse everything that had happened today.
As he stood there, under the cold water, he thought about today. Humans were really boring. He felt so empty and unsatisfied, the complete opposite of what he felt with the others.
But why was he thinking them right now? He couldn't help it. So he decided to bring the pleasure in his body himself. He began touching himself.
He thought of all the times he was on San's mercy, or how well he made Mingi feel. Every single one of the sins passed his mind. And every single moment they shared.
Soft moans escaped his mouth, feeling imaginary hands touch him everywhere.
His breath was becoming uneven by each passing second, Wooyoung whispered the boys names like a mantra.
He was about to finish, he could feel it. But he stopped himself. He wanted to feel the way he did with Jongho. How the boy deprived him from his release. He wanted to think that Jongho was the one touching him.
His mind was clouded at this point. His silent moans were the only thing that was heard in the room. The water droplets continued falling down his body.
Without thinking, Wooyoung pushed a finger inside him. And then another, and another. He imagined they were Yunho's, playing with him.
A whimper left his mouth. He wasn't full. He wasn't even close. But, he liked to think this as a punishment for him.
He took them out and returned to his previous task. It didn't take long for him to finish. But as he was coming nearer and nearer to his release, he did something he didn't imagine.
Just as the white liquid dripped down, Wooyoung moaned loudly Seonghwas name. He brought in his mind his big doey eyes, his pure soul, his innocent expression.
He took deep breaths, trying to understand what had happened. He couldn't possibly say Seonghwas name. What was he thinking?
He got outside and changed into some lighter clothes.
He made sure to burn the ones the was wearing. He didn't lit up a fire, it was one of his powers. Along with a lot others. He watched as flames engulfed his hand, burning his clothes.
Once he was finished, he laid there on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.
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Hongjoong, after he saw the sudden way Wooyoung left, he knew he had to go after him. And it wasn't difficult for him to find him.
The seven of them, had something like a natural detector. The others knew were everyone was. And the strong demon aura could not be missed.
So Hongjoong followed him, and found himself in a hotel. He got into his room without trouble.
And what caught his attention, was noises coming from the bathroom.
He didn't materialize in front of him as he watched him play with himself and roamed his hands along his soft smooth skin.
He could only smirk as it wasnt just him imagining it, as he moaned not only his name but everyone else's but he held himself back. But what surprised him was when Wooyoung said Seonghwas name.
Truth to be told, he was aware of the affairs the boys had with Wooyoung. Wooyoung was always there for them, when they had, those problems. It wasn't a secret between them.
But they didn't get attached. That was what they had agreed.
But Hongjoong didn't know why Wooyoung reacted like this. But he was going to find out. He wasn't gonna let Wooyoung away from them for too long.
