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2:13 AM
hiiiii
joongie!!
i miss youuuuuu
im sorry about what happened
i know i fucked up :(
pls respond
4:02 AM
if u dont want to talk to me can u at least grow a pair and say that??
grown ass man leaving his bf on read to avoid confrontation
fuck you
lord farquaad looking bitch
4:30 AM
hey so i acc tried rly hard to be the bigger person here!!
but u ignoring me just proves u never gaf about us tgt
like im sorry but throwing a fucking temper tantrum over something minor
and then IGNORING me when i try to apologize is kind of crazy ngl!! :)
do me a favor and kill yourself :)))
are you sure you want to block "hwa <3"? this means you will no longer be able to receive calls or messages from this sender.
"hwa <3" has been blocked.
"another one down," hongjoong reported as his ten-year-old tumblr account was inundated with insults from one park seonghwa. "i don't even know he's finding these. i haven't used tumblr since i was sixteen."
"seonghwa-hyung is nothing if not determined," yunho said. "any word from linkedin customer service?"
seonghwa had hacked into his account (well, guessed his unfortunate password, which was star1998) and then proceeded to lock him out. thankfully, his messages to hongjoong's colleagues on the platform mostly consisted of poorly written rants that anyone with a brain would recognize as not being from him.
"no, they're useless." hongjoong's eyebrows raised as he was greeted with the next round of profanity. "fuck, i forgot my old wattpad was linked on tumblr. my bigbang gtop fanfic hasn't recieved this much engagement in years."
it gave him no pleasure to click the block button, but he knew that not doing so would only encourage seonghwa by making him think he was wearing hongjoong down. the only problem was that he was equally sure that seonghwa considered blocking a form of attention and thus would take it as a sign to continue his harassment. it really was an impossible situation, probably because his now ex-boyfriend's already questionable mental stability seemed to have rapidly crumbled.
"god," yunho groaned. "hyung, how did you let it get this bad?"
"did it not freak you out when he got caught hiding in your company break room trying to make sure you weren't flirting with soyeon-ssi?" mingi asked.
"forget that," jongho said, rolling his eyes. "what about the bang chan incident?"
at the mention of the Bang Chan Incident (TM), hongjoong felt a chill run down his spine. "shit, what if he thinks i'm at chan's apartment right now? i asked him how minho was doing the other day unprompted and he kind of freaked and now he's convinced i secretly want to be their third."
"sangie thought of that and warned him, don't worry," yunho said. "right now, him, san, and wooyoung are making sure hwa stays put."
hongjoong pictures what they - and seonghwa's plushies - must be going through right now and feels a pang of sympathy.
"fuck, should i file an restraining order?" he wondered out loud. "i have ample justification."
"that's what i've been telling you," mingi said. "hyung, seonghwa clearly needs help. not even woo can deny it at this point."
"it's just -" hongjoong hesitated, knowing full well how stupid he was about to sound. "i love him too much to do that to him. you know how badly he would take it."
and he kind of doesn't have anything else going for him, his mind whispered, which was true, although he hated to say it. seonghwa had been forced to resign from his position as a preschool teacher and since then hadn't displayed any interest in finding new employment. hongjoong didn't mind supporting them both - he made more than enough money to - but he now realized that his boyfriend's job had been one of the only things keeping him from falling back into his worst habits.
seonghwa had never been "normal." for as long as hongjoong had known him, he was prone to intense fits of irrational jealousy and alternated between self-loathing and a victim complex with alarming frequency. but as their relationship grew stronger, seonghwa seemed to be getting better. he had managed to make his own friend, wooyoung, and even make friends with wooyoung's friends, san and yeosang, without immediately getting jealous. and - hongjoong had been so proud of him for this! - he had made amends with mingi, yunho, and jongho even though their initial meeting had been less than pleasant. mingi still had seonghwa blocked on twitter.
all that progress had been cut short when seonghwa lost his job. it was like some sort of switch had been flipped in his brain, something that told him that now everyone hated him, even the people he loved most, and so he had to fight to keep them, even though doing so would only make them hate him more. at least that was how hongjoong thought of it, but he didn't really know. after all this time, he still barely understood seonghwa.
as little as he understood seonghwa, though he knew any so-called "professional" would probably understand him less. hongjoong was his best bet, his ride or die, for better or worse. already he felt himself a little tempted to unblock seonghwa's number, but he knew he couldn't give in that easily. soon enough, an opportunity would present itself, as it always did.
"hyung, i'm really sorry, but i lost him," wooyoung near-shouted over the phone. "i took an afternoon nap, and san and yeosang were out, and i guess he figured out where i hid the keys-"
"it's alright, woo," hongjoong said soothingly. "i think i know where he is. he hasn't turned off location sharing."
"of course you're tracking him," wooyoung sighed. "match made in hell, you two."
"it's a pretty nice club," hongjoong reported. "well, nice is pushing it. wanna come with me?"
"getting wasted sounds pretty good right now," wooyoung said. "pick me up at your apartment in an half hour, i'll steal some of hyung's clothes."
the sound of clothes rustling, and a squeaky laugh. "damn, he wore that skirt? god, you two are such freaks."
hongjoong suddenly felt as if he was going off to war.
two hours later, and there he was, and there he was. the love of his life, park seonghwa.
he was wearing an outfit that almost made hongjoong's eyes pop out of his face. tight mesh long-sleeve shirt layered with a lacy tank top underneath, skirt so short hongjoong was sure his entire ass was out, fishnet stockings, black platforms, silver jewelry draped around his neck, wrists, waist. he turned and -
he was so beautiful it hurt. his makeup was messy but it worked - smudged black eyeliner, thickly applied mascara, dark red lipstick. his long dark hair artfully arranged so that it framed his face just right, bringing out his siren eyes.
eyes that hongjoong now realized were focused directly on him.
shit.
sorry, wooyoung.
he spun on his heel, making his way through the throng of drunken bodies to the exit. seonghwa couldn't find him. he couldn't let himself talk to seonghwa.
yet he knew very well that both of those things were practically imminent at this point, and despite himself, he pushed people out of the way with less force than he ought to. he finally managed to duck out of the club into an alleyway, and as he stood for a moment to catch his breath, he heard the distinct tap of heels hitting the ground get louder and louder.
"joongie," a soft voice said. "i miss you."
"hwa," he replied, dazed. like this, backlit by the lights flashing in the club, seonghwa looked a bit like an angel.
his ex-boyfriend took a step forward, than two, before dashing forward and burying himself in hongjoong's arms, sobbing out sorrys and my-faults into the crook of his neck. instinctively, he moved to comfort him, pulling him closer and pressing kisses to the top of his head.
"after you left, i thought about what i did a lot," seonghwa said between sniffles. "i was wrong. i'll do anything to make it up to you, promise. just please don't leave me like that again."
"did you, now?" hongjoong said, forcing himself to sound disinterested. "do you understand why i got mad at you, seonghwa?"
seonghwa looked at him with wide, childlike eyes, sounding out the words hesitantly. "that was your mother's urn, and you loved her a lot. so i shouldn't have thrown it at you."
"that's right," hongjoong said, unsure of how he felt about the other man's complete lack of sincerity, and seonghwa makes a pleased hum.
"can i be honest now, joongie?" he asked, and hongjoong nods, a little at edge.
"...sure."
"i hate her, and i don't regret it at all," he declared, pouting. "when i met your parents, your dad was nice, but your mom looked at me like i was a piece of dirt on her shoe."
hongjoong thought back to the one and only time he and seonghwa visited for chuseok, and he remembered absolutely nothing of the sort. in fact, his eomma had pulled him over and said, softly, that seonghwa was a good match for him, and to make sure to treat him well, because he seemed a little delicate. this was probably one of seonghwa's hallucinations, when he was convinced that everyone secretly hated him. he said as much to seonghwa, but the other man only scoffed.
"obviously, you couldn't tell. you can't notice the things i notice, and then you get mad when i point them out," seonghwa said primly.
he wanted so badly to forgive him, but he didn't make it easy. "seonghwa-"
"don't deny it! i know what i see," seonghwa said, pushing himself away from hongjoong. "you think i'm crazy-"
"well, what am i supposed to think, when i always have to clean up your messes?" he snapped, and fuck. there went any hopes of a civil conversation. well, he tried. he tried so hard to keep his cool, to be the bigger person, to not lash out despite seonghwa's nonsense.
and now his boyfriend had finally stopped pretending to be smaller than he really was, rising up to his full height.
"a mess?" he asked, and his tone of voice made it very clear that hongjoong had lost all control over the conversation. "so, to kim hongjoong-ssi, i'm just a mess that needs to be cleaned up, hmm?"
foolishly, hongjoong tried to smooth things over. "you know that's not what i mean, hwa-"
"so i'm too dumb to understand a basic sentence now? i'm really starting to wonder why you even wanted to date me, joongie." seonghwa's voice had gone quiet, meaning the worst was about to come. "is it just because i'm a convenient hole to stuff your dick into?"
and there it was.
hongjoong knew exactly how this night is going to go, now, but somehow he couldn't stop himself from playing right into it.
"i'm really starting to wish that was the case, hwa." for the first time, he took a step towards his boyfriend. "cause there are plenty of sluts willing to throw themselves at me that don't come with any of the baggage you do."
he hated himself. he hated himself for digging into seonghwa's deepest insecurities, for hitting him where it hurts the most. he knew seonghwa would replay this moment over and over again in his head, that it would cause him to spiral every time he saw soyeon or chan or whatever other person hongjoong had brought over. he'd said worse - both of them had - but that didn't make the guilt any less piercing.
"a slut, huh?" seonghwa said, so soft he could barely hear. he pressed himself against hongjoong, the tip of his nose brushing the other's ear. "well, can any other slut make you feel as good as i can?"
"any other slut would have the decency to hump me in private instead of in public like a cheap whore," hongjoong replied. "did you know i was going to show up tonight, or did you just want to give everyone an eyeful of your ass?"
"maybe i just wanted to feel pretty," seonghwa said, doe-eyed. "my boyfriend wasn't paying attention to me."
"you spammed me with death threats on every social media platform i've ever made an account on." hongjoong let his fingers trail lower and lower. "doesn't that warrant a little space?"
"i only did it - ah - because i love you," seonghwa said, a small gasp escaping him.
"you're psychotic," hongjoong growled, flipping up seonghwa's skirt to see a black thong that hid absolutely nothing. seonghwa had been out like this, completely exposed, the entire evening. who knew how many complete strangers he had flashed. "god, were you hoping someone would fuck you right there on the dance floor? just grab you and stick their dick inside?"
"maybe i was." seonghwa tilted his head. "maybe i wanted someone who can take care of me properly. like you could never do."
hongjoong saw red. he had done everything for seonghwa - built him into a functional human being instead of a walking mess, put a roof over his head when he got fired, introduced him to a group of friends he certainly didn't have the capability to make on his own - and now he was trying to fuck some other guy? he didn't have the right. his entire existence was tied, inextricably, to hongjoong. seonghwa owed his life to him. seonghwa belonged to him.
"got your panties in a twist when i called you a slut earlier," he hissed. "but it seems that's how you want to be treated, huh? don't worry. i can do that for you, hwa."
in a single motion, he pushed seonghwa's face up against the concrete wall of the alleyway, grunting as the other man struggled fruitlessly. "bend over."
seonghwa refused, kicking blindly behind him, so hongjoong laid his palm in the small of his back, applying force until he yielded and stuck out his ass. he inspected his prize with an air of detachment. seonghwa was practically dripping, his thong soaked through and his inner thighs visibly shining with his own juices even with the poor lighting of the alleyway.
hongjoong pushed the wet fabric to the side, ignoring seonghwa's hiss as the cold air hit his bare cunt, and pressed a single finger inside.
seonghwa took him easily, his wetness completely eliminating any possible friction, and hongjoong added another two fingers just to see him squirm. the other man managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds, but his pussy betrayed him, walls clenching uncontrollably over the sudden intrusion. as soon as hongjoong pumped in and out of him lazily for a couple seconds, seonghwa broke, moaning unabashedly and letting out a whine of protest when he finally pulled out.
"doesn't seem like you need any prep," hongjoong said. "should have figured a whore like you would be ready to be taken."
with that, he unceremoniously unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, and buried himself in seonghwa's pussy.
he was suffocatingly tight, so hongjoong took a moment to simply breath as he pushed all the way in, letting the sensation of utter warmth envelop his cock. he gave a couple of small, experimental thrusts, laughing when seonghwa immediately rutted back into him. "star, don't you realize i was trying to do you a favor by giving you time to adjust?"
"don't need it, joongie," seonghwa said shakily. "i - i can take everything you give me."
hongjoong let out a hum, grabbing a handful of seonghwa's hair and yanking his head back. "let's test that theory, shall we?"
he pulled out of seonghwa, who whined at the slow drag of hongjoong's cock against his walls. at last, the tip of his cock rested just outside of seonghwa. he teased it through seonghwa's folds, letting it brush against his sensitive clit, smiling slightly as seonghwa's pretty lips parted slightly. he'd have his fun with that particular hole another day.
once he felt the other man had been teased enough, hongjoong lined himself up with seonghwa's cunt and slammed inside.
he was perfection around his cock. that was how, at the end of the day, hongjoong justified the toxic mess of a relationship they had. no matter where in the world he traveled, or how many people he met, he'd never get to fuck a pussy better than seonghwa's in his life. no one could replace him; he knew the feeling of being inside him better than he knew himself, knew exactly what spots would make him sob and plead. he knew that seonghwa liked being taken apart slowly and carefully, but what he loved most was being treated like a toy, and hongjoong was nothing if not eager to please.
seonghwa's body shook with the force of his thrusts, the right side of his face pressed against cold brick. hongjoong ghosted his fingers over his clit before focusing on his real target - his chest and waist, still mostly covered. he pushed up seonghwa's tight, lacy tank top all the way to his chest, uncaring of the rips he was creating in the mesh top the other man had artfully layered over.
unsuprisingly, seonghwa wasn't wearing a bra, and hongjoong took a moment to admire how his (admittedly tiny) breasts bounced in time with his thrusts. he cupped them with a single hand before twisted at one of his rapidly stiffening nipples, earning himself a high-pitched yelp and a sudden clench around his cock. encouraged, hongjoong groped at them more, rubbing both at once as seonghwa's moans became more and more staccato.
when his voice cracked on a particularly hard pinch, hongjoong realized with a start that he was full-on sobbing, mascara tears making ink-dark trails down his cheeks. "joo - joongie, stop, it's too much, i'm about to-"
"already?" he said mockingly, and seonghwa let out a high, keening cry, the scorn finally driving him over the edge. his walls pulsed rhythmically around hongjoong's cock, the other man fucking him through his orgasm. he was completely, beautifully suspended in his pleasure. not noticing when his legs began to crumple beneath him, not noticing when hongjoong grabbed him in alarm and turned him around so that his back was pressed against the wall and his body weight completely supported by his lover, not noticing anything but the cock pumping inside of him, as if getting fucked was his only purpose in life.
finally, hongjoong felt the nails digging into the back of his neck ease up as seonghwa finished cumming. the force of his orgasm had left the other man gasping, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. now those gasps transformed into tiny sobs as hongjoong continued to fuck into his overstimulated cunt like nothing had happened. "slow down, joongie, please -"
"you got to cum," hongjoong said. "so do i. it's only fair, star."
seonghwa whined, feebly trying to kick him with a single fishnet-clad leg, the effect somewhat diminished by the sound of hongjoong's cock in him. "stop being so mean about it!"
"i don't think you have a right to talk being mean," hongjoong said conversationally as he began to fuck into seonghwa with increased speed. "you've been saying a lot of very rude things to me online."
"didn't mean it," seonghwa choked out. "just wanted you to - fuck, more, joongie-"
"always so greedy," hongjoong tsked. "come on, star, don't just leave me hanging. finish the sentence."
"wanted you to stop ignoring me," seonghwa said quietly. "pay attention to me. thats - fuck, right there - all i ever wanted, to be yours, belong to you - please, don't stop -"
"seonghwa, darling," hongjoong crooned. "you already do. what the hell made you think otherwise?"
to hongjoong's surprise, seonghwa shut up. not the sexy kind of silence, where it was obvious he wanted hongjoong to make him talk, but as if he was genuinely scared to say what was on his mind.
hongjoong softened his tone, leaning closer to seonghwa and letting their lips brush. "baby, what is it? i won't get mad, i promise."
"baby," seonghwa repeated.
"hmm?" hongjoong said, perplexed.
"i want a baby," his boyfriend said, the tips of his ears bright red. "your baby. but you don't."
"seonghwa," hongjoong started, slightly incredulous. "do i look insane to you?"
seonghwa shook his head meekly, and he continued. "right answer. so why the fuck would i not want to put a baby in my stunningly beautiful, adorable, loving boyfriend?"
the boyfriend in question looked up at him with wet eyes, and hongjoong fought off the urge to kiss the tears away. "because i'm not - not good enough. i'm too messed up."
"of course you're enough," hongjoong said. "seonghwa-yah, you're the only one for me. you've always been the only one. no one else could ever be as good of an eomma to our kids, star, so don't say any nonsense about you being too 'messed up.'"
"but-" seonghwa began.
"no buts," hongjoong said. "and we're talking more about this later. but for now, should we finish what we've started?"
seonghwa looked down between his thighs with a start, as if he'd forgotten that his cunt was split open on hongjoong's cock. that they ended up in this situation because hongjoong was determined to fuck him stupid and teach him a lesson in a grimy alleyway next to a shitty club. "yes, just please don't -"
"-hold back," hongjoong finished. "what do you take me for?"
he still fucked seonghwa hard and fast. both of them loved it, and hongjoong especially loved watching him. the way his eyes fluttered shut and his cheeks flushed red, a flush that eventually extended down to his neck and chest. the way he pushed back into him almost unconsciously, as if he wanted hongjoong to be buried as deep inside him as he could possibly be. he loved knowing that seonghwa felt good.
but now he could hold seonghwa close to him, tightly, and leave red marks trailing from just under his ear to his collarbones, and whisper a stream of filth directly into his ear about how tight, how warm, how perfect he was around hongjoong, and feel him clench as a result.
finally, hongjoong felt himself approaching his orgasm, and he sped up, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure out of seonghwa.
"fuck, you're so good for me, star," he said, barely managing to keep his voice steady enough to voice a coherent thought. "so pretty when you take me. can't wait to see how beautiful you look carrying my child."
seonghwa's mouth opened in a soundless whine, and then he was cumming, squeezing so tight that hongjoong almost blacked out. hongjoong eyed his pretty, plush lips and, feeling slightly possessed, pressed a soft kiss to them, then deepened it. he managed a couple more thrusts before he came as well, filling seonghwa up.
as his nose brushed against seonghwa's, the other man's eyes blinked open and peered at him wetly, taking his breath away. even like this, face smudged with the remnants of his makeup, ripped and dirtied clothes hanging limply off him, and stupidly cock-drunk, seonghwa was gorgeous. hongjoong realized abruptly just how much he loved him. no matter what seonghwa did, no matter how badly they fought - nothing at all could change how he felt.
seonghwa would probably never get help, and hongjoong was fine with that, the same way he was fine with his unemployment. no matter how many messes he created, hongjoong would clean them all up, because they were seonghwa's. seonghwa was his to protect and cherish and love; seonghwa belonged to him. and that was perfectly fine because he belonged to seonghwa just as much, always.
"i'm yours, star," hongjoong said, so breathy that if seonghwa had been a millimeter more distant he might not have heard. but, by the slight upturn of his lips, he most definitely had.
"and i belong to you, too," he replied softly. "can we go home, joongie?"
hongjoong smiled widely as seonghwa eased his cock out of him, thick white cum dripping down his thighs. by now, wooyoung had probably figured out what was happening and notified their friends of the disappointing news, although, he suspected, they wouldn't be particularly surprised.
that was alright. they would come around. they all loved seonghwa, and even though seonghwa wasn't amazing at displaying it, he loved them too.
yes, everything would be alright. he pictured a child, who might have hongjoong's jaw but seonghwa's eyes and nose, and felt sure of it.