Stop Telling Me Lies 16
Title: Stop Telling Me Lies 16/16
Genre: Friendship, Romance (eventually)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung, Junsu/Junho, Junsu/Taecyeon
Summary: Victoria is starting to get suspicious of Nichkhun's relationship with his friend Wooyoung. She confronts him but he says Wooyoung is only a friend. She drives him nuts with questions but it only makes him think of Wooyoung more. He knows Wooyoung is only a friend. He's pretty sure Wooyoung only thinks the same about him.
Author's Notes: ;~; The end. Thank you so much for reading!! I'm sorry I took so long!
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Nichkhun wondered if he had stopped breathing. His heart raced as he stood stiff on the sidewalk. He choked on his saliva as it gathered in his mouth before he remembered to swallow.
“The last bit was kind of boring, you know? Junsu ran off and you two were no where to be found... Wooyoung, I'd always pinned you to be the type of man who consults his problems, not one who runs away from them.” Taecyeon pressed the blade of the knife to Wooyoung's neck. “Hard to believe you're both just chicken shits. Don't suppose you know where Junsu is? He's mine after all.”
“I think h-he's got someone else now.” Wooyoung choked, wrapping his fingers tightly around the taller boy's wrist.
“That boy doesn't know what he wants.” Taecyeon started to ramble on. “Ah! Don't come a step closer!” He gripped Wooyoung's neck, pointing the knife towards Nichkhun as he tried to step towards them. “It's a pity that I have to kill you Wooyoung...” The tall boy played with Wooyoung's lip with the blade. “ You were a good worker but we both know that if I keep you alive, Nichkhun will have something to chase after and make that chick jealous.”
Taecyeon started to drag Wooyoung towards the house, Nichkhun taking cautious steps towards them. “W-where's Chansung? What did you do to him?!” Wooyoung demanded.
“Don't worry about him. He's been left untouched... Although he gives me this look whenever he passes me at work. If he knew what I did to Junsu, he'd probably never show up to work.” The tall boy chuckled, kicking over some furniture before throwing the small boy in a chair. “He's out of town at the moment which means we can use his place.”
The knife tickled Wooyoung's neck, making him hold his breath. His eyes hadn't met Nichkhun's since the whole thing happened. He was afraid to, the look might have made him do something regrettable and end up dead. Taecyeon gripped his shoulder. “Hm, how shall I do this? I haven't thought about how to kill you yet. I could be nice and make it quick and painless since you've been so good to me but then there's Victoria. You're psycho ex.” The tall boy looked at Nichkhun. “She'd probably want it as bloody as possible.”
“S-she's not like that.” Nichkhun said, falling to his knees.
Taecyeon raised a brow. “Still sticking up for her? Do you still love her?” He leaned over, dragging the blade across Wooyoung's neck. “Don't you love Wooyoung? You can't love two people, that just makes you greedy. Let me get rid of one for you.”
“You're sick.” Wooyoung hissed, trying to grab the tall boy's hands. Taecyeon wrapped his arm around his neck, pulling him close to the knife as it poked his cheek.
“Don't mess with me. I'm getting paid for this.”
“I didn't know you killed people as a side job.” The small boy felt the blade press into his skin.
“Killing isn't always the job. Sometimes it's investigating, sometimes it's splitting people up. Regardless, it's kind of fun. Which makes me think, maybe I'll just cut you up a bit, make you holler before I kill you. Ah ah!” Taecyeon slid the knife down Wooyoung's cheek, making a cut from just under his eye to his nose. “Don't try anything Nichkhun.” He said, noticing the other boy's eyes searching around the room.
Nichkhun grew furious, watching blood bubble up and drip off of the small boy's cheek. Taecyeon pulled Wooyoung's shirt up, revealing his stomach and pressing the knife to it.
“What next? It's up to you Nichkhun. Move again. Look in a different direction and he'll get a new cut.” He trailed the blade to Wooyoung's nipple, circling it. “How about here?”
Wooyoung gasped, his hands gripping the tall boy tightly. “T-Taecyeon don't... Please... Don't do this.”
“Don't beg. It's unattractive, even during sex...” Taecyeon pressed his tongue against the small boy's new wound, licking up the blood and causing Wooyoung to hiss.
“Hurt me.”
The tall boy looked up. “What?”
“Hurt me instead. Don't I deserve it? Wooyoung isn't at fault. I went after him... He didn't do anything.” Nichkhun got to his hands and knees.
“Are you stupid? Victoria wants you alive and in one piece. She'd dock my pay if you had a single scratch on you.”
“Then you'll have to kill both of us. I'm not letting you kill Wooyoung.”
“That's going to kind of hard when the knife is already aimed at his heart... I could stab him and pin you to the floor faster than you could run to me.” Taecyeon grabbed the small boy's hand, cutting his palm. Wooyoung cried out, closing his eyes tightly. He pressed the cut to his lips. “Look at his face...” Taecyeon bit down on the open skin, causing the other boy to whimper and wiggle in the chair. “I almost want to keep you myself.”
“Let him go!” Nichkhun shouted, about to get off his knees when the knife returned to Wooyoung's heart. “Just... Don't! Please don't! Don't you understand what it's like to love someone?! How can you do this?!”
“Because I don't give a shit. All I need in my life is a good fuck.”
“Then you'll grow old by yourself.” Wooyoung breathed out, glaring at the tall boy.
“That may be so but I don't really care.”
“No one will want you once you start to get older.”
“Well, you won't be around to find out.” Taecyeon leaned over, trapping the small boy's lip between his teeth and biting down hard. Wooyoung whined, trying to pull away but froze, looking down at his stomach. A small pool of blood gathered in his belly button. “No one would want you after all these scars.” Taecyeon said, pressing his finger against the new cut on Wooyoung's abdomen.
Nichkhun sat helpless on the floor, watching the scene in horror. He felt his phone in his hand, closing his eyes to remember the keys. He hit them slowly, trying to make his movements silent. When he finished, he opened his eyes to find Taecyeon staring at him.
“What were you doing? Praying for help? Or maybe... Calling?”
His heart stopped, his eyes falling on Wooyoung. The small boy was panting, his eyes barely open.
“Seems like Wooyoung here is feeling a lot of pain and really can't tolerate it. So who did you call hm? Or text? Show me your phone.”
Nichkhun shook his head. “I wasn't texting anyone.”
“Don't lie to me. Show me.”
“I wasn't-...” He watched as Taecyeon pressed the blade to Wooyoung's eye. “I wasn't texting anyone!” He bolted off the floor, falling at the tall boy's feet and pulling him down. He was flipped, the knife now meeting his neck as he looked up.
“I said no scratches.” The tall boy slapped Nichkhun, making his cheek instantly reddened. Wooyoung suddenly jumped on his back, biting Taecyeon's ear. He stood up, running backwards and knocking the small boy into the wall.
Wooyoung felt the air being knocked out of his lungs, already struggling to breathe. Nichkhun grabbed the knife from the tall boy, lifting it and about to pierce Taecyeon's heart when a loud sound stopped him.
“Don't!”
All three boys looked to the doorway, a short boy standing there. Junho ran in behind him, pushing passed him. Taecyeon sank to his knees, catching Nichkhun's attention as he stepped back. His eyes were wide like he had seen a ghost. “J-Jaebeom...”
“What are you doing Taecyeon? This is...” The short boy shook his head. “What is this?” He walked over to the tall boy on his knees, pressing his hand flat against Taecyeon's cheek. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Why are you back?” Taecyeon whispered, his eyes not lifting from the floor.
Wooyoung sank to the ground, feeling light headed. “Junho, take him to the hospital. I'll take care of Taecyeon.”
“B-but they'll ask questions.”
“Tell them you were walking though an alley and got knifed.”
Junho nodded before looking sternly at Nichkhun. The two boys lifted Wooyoung and carried him out.
“What are you doing Taecyeon? Did my absence turn you into this? Were you that hateful?”
“You left me... You said we'd...”
“I didn't want to... I really didn't. My parents... No, it's not their fault. They found out.” Taecyeon finally lifted his head, looking at Jaebeom in shock. “They threatened to lock me up if I ever went back to you. They gave me an option to study abroad and I took it. They monitored me for months, waiting for me to make a move to contact you and I was afraid that if they found you, they'd... I'm a few months shy of being able to live my own life Taecyeon... I was hoping to find you after but not like this... Not...” He shook his head.
“I'm sorry.”
“No...”
“I'm sorry.” Taecyeon walked on his knees, wrapping his arms around the small boy's legs. “I'm sorry... Please don't... Please don't leave.”
“You're the one that's going to leave me now... You'll go to jail for this... They won't let you off with all the history you've built up. Junho told me all about it...”
“Please don't leave me.” Taecyeon whispered, closing his eye and letting a tear escape.
“Are you sure he's going to be okay?” Junsu asked, standing in the hallway of the hospital.
“He'll be fine. He's just in shock.” Junho hugged his arms, looking down at the floor. “He's been cut but he didn't lose a lot of blood.”
“Junho... You did the right thing... By calling Jaebeom.” The younger boy looked up. “He would've been the only one to stop Taecyeon. He...” Junsu choked.
“Don't think about him... He'll be out of our lives now.”
“And Victoria?” The older boy could see Junho tense, his shaky hand reaching out. The other boy took it in his own. “Something needs to be done with her... She's oblivious too dangerous to be left alone.”
“Don't worry about her.”
Junsu jumped, falling back into Junho. “W-what are you doing here?” He hissed as Taecyeon approached them.
“Relax. I mean no harm.”
“He's not lying.” Jaebeom said, stepping out from behind the tall boy. “He's got to be on his best behaviour.” He glared.
“I... I will take care of Victoria.” Jaebeom elbowed him, causing him to grunt. “In a humane way I mean.”
Junho huffed, standing in front of the tall boy and slapping him, the sound echoing down the hall. Junsu's eyes widened, waiting for Taecyeon to lift his hand to strike back when he suddenly fell to his knees.
“I know I deserve that. I know I deserve worse. I...” The tall boy got on his hands and knees, bowing formally. “I apologize to you... And Junsu. You don't have to accept it. I've done more than what's forgivable.”
“You hurt so many people... One who you didn't even physically touch. That's horribly impressive. I may never forgive you... Please... Don't let me ever see you again.”
“J-Junho...” Junsu stepped beside the younger boy, sliding his hand down his arm and entangling their fingers. “It's okay now.” He looked down at Taecyeon, who raised his head. “I suppose you want to change now. To make yourself a better person.”
“Maybe you could teach me.” The tall boy blinked. “I see now that you were really trying... I'm sorry.”
“Tch, why are you asking him to teach you? I'm going to fucking kick your ass bootcamp style.” Jaebeom frown, grabbing Taecyeon by the ear and dragging him away.
“I think I may like Jaebeom a little more now.” Junsu said, blinking.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Junho raised a brow, glaring a bit.
The older boy sighed, slipping his hands around Junho's waist. “It means I'll always love you the most.”
“You better.” The younger boy said, lightly punching Junsu, who groaned. “Oops! I'm sorry.”
Nichkhun traced invisible lines on Wooyoung's arm as his cheek rested against the bed. The younger boy had been asleep since he had been admitted and Nichkhun could only feel his regret sinking in deeper. He was useless. He only sat by and watched as Wooyoung was attacked. He felt so helpless. His eyes couldn't even meet the fresh cuts on the younger boy's body, one clearly visible on his cheek. Another present on his lip. The one on Wooyoung's stomach wouldn't be seen often.
A light blush tinted Nichkhun's cheek as he thought about the only times he would see that one. “Stop being perverted.” Wooyoung whispered.
Nichkhun smiled, going back to his invisible lines. “You know me too well.”
“It's a good thing I do because I'd never be able to put up with you otherwise.”
Their eyes met and Wooyoung could see the sadness there behind the smile. “Nichkhun...” He stroked the other boy's cheek.
“I'm sorry.” Nichkhun whispered, closing his eyes and placing his hand over the younger boy's. “I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you.”
“Nichkhun don't... You stopped Taec-...”
“No... I didn't do anything... He still was going to-...” Nichkhun's words were cut off as Wooyoung pulled him by his collar and brought their lips together.
“Shut up. You did more than enough for me. Please just accept this as it is now. It's over and everything is okay.”
“It's not okay. Your cheek...”
“It will heal... My heart broke too once...”
“But that...”
“Will you heal me?”
The older boy's eyes widened a bit. “I... Of course..” He climbed onto the bed, laying next to Wooyoung as they both fell asleep.
“Aaaaah! This is bullshit!” Chansung shouted, dropping to his knees onto the blanket laid out on the grass.
“What's the matter?” Wooyoung raised a brow, biting down on a carrot.
“Taecyeon doubled my workload! I swear Jaebeom is only distracting him! He's probably telling him to give me more work ever since he found out that almost one night stand!” Chansung huffed, grabbing a piece of fruit.
“Wasn't it Taecyeon that engaged in that in the first place?” Nichkhun asked, shifting his head against Wooyoung's thigh.
“That's exactly why I'm so mad! I wasn't my fault and Jaebeom always glares at me!”
Nichkhun chuckled, closing his eyes. Wooyoung sighed. “I guess there isn't much you can do... By the way, have you heard from Junho or Junsu lately.”
“Mm...” Nichkhun interrupted. “Junho said they were on vacation... But he won't say where. He just says it's warm, sunny and Junsu won't let him leave the house when he's wearing just his surf shorts...”
“That's too much info.” Chansung said, angrily gnawing on an apple slice.
“At least they're happy.” Wooyoung smiled.
“Junho is giving into Junsu... I thought he was going to control himself.”
“Yeah right. Junsu has been after Junho for a long time, he has no control. Junho probably gets caught every second of the day... And has to deal with that horndog.”
Wooyoung swallowed nervously, biting at his lip.
“Yah Wooyoungie, have you seen my...” Nichkhun stopped in the kitchen doorway, tilting his head to the side. Wooyoung had his back to him, dressed in his apron and cutting up something. He made swift strides towards the small boy, standing behind him and pressing his hands against the counter. “What are you cutting up?”
“Fruit. Do you want some?”
“Sure.”
Wooyoung turned around, surprising the older boy as he held a chunk of fruit in his hand. “Open your mouth.” Nichkhun blinked, this forwardness making his heart flutter. Wooyoung hadn't been that close or intimate since that incident almost a month ago. He thought maybe it was the scars that were finally healing but Nichkhun never knew for sure. He snapped back to reality as the moist fruit was pressed against his lips.
He opened his mouth, letting the chunk slide in. “It's good.” He said, chewing and letting the juice flow down his throat.
“Is it? I haven't tried it yet.”
“Why not try it now?” Nichkhun asked just as the small boy was about to turn. Wooyoung looked at him before leaning forward and pressing their lips together. He shuddered as he felt the younger boy's tongue slip into his mouth.
Wooyoung kissed him greedily, nibbling at his lips and sucking them into his mouth.
“Wooyoung...” The small boy looked into his eyes, nodding ever-so-slightly before Nichkhun flipped him against the counter. He hands slid under Wooyoung's apron, groping his crotch and making the younger boy moan. “Wooyoung... You're already...”
“I was thinking about you...”
He pressed his lips to Wooyoung's neck, kissing him there before sucking the small boy's earlobe into his mouth. He could hear the other boy panting as he massaged him through his pants. He felt Wooyoung's grow harder in his pants as his ass bumped against his crotch.
“Enough Nichkhun... I'm ready...”
Nichkhun's hands pulled at the small boy's belt, pushing Wooyoung's pants to his knees. He did the rest, kicking his pants off his feet as the older boy discarded his own pants. “I-in the kitchen?” Nichkhun asked, grinding his hips against the other boy's.
Wooyoung's breath hitched. “I don't want to go anywhere else... Please... Just do it now.”
Nichkhun swallowed his nerves, pressing his cock to the small boy's entrance and pushing inside. Wooyoung clenched his teeth together tightly, his hands gripping the counter. He felt the uncomfortable stretch that threatened to rip him apart. He took a deep breath, his hole twitching from being filled. “Are you okay?” Nichkhun whispered into his ear, making him shiver.
“It's okay.” He breathed out. “M-move now...”
Nichkhun complied, bringing his hips back and forth slowly, allowing the small boy to adjust to his size. He slid his hands up Wooyoung's shirt, feeling the muscles ripple under his touch as goosebumps formed on his skin. He gently pinched the younger boy's nipples, making Wooyoung whimper.
It wasn't as painful anymore when Nichkhun pushed inside of him but the pleasure he was receiving was minimal. Wooyoung's breath had quickened as the older boy started to move faster, bringing their hips together in short movements. He pulled away from Nichkhun, leaning over the counter when the taller boy shifted suddenly, hitting something inside of him and making him call out.
Pleasure shocks went through his veins as Nichkhun hit it repeatedly without being asked. Wooyoung moaned, thrusting his hips back to meet the older boy's, driving him deeper. His voice came out in whimpers as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling in his lower body.
Nichkhun grunted, pressing his chest to the younger boy's back as he slid his hand into Wooyoung's crotch and started to stroke his length. The small boy jerked his hips, throwing back his head to moan. It rested against Nichkhun's shoulder as he looked at him, his mouth slack from panting.
Their lips met in a hot kiss as they panted against each other. Nichkhun moaned into the other boy's mouth, his cock twitching inside Wooyoung. The small boy threw himself against the counter, feeling something pool in his stomach as Nichkhun's hands worked on his length. He stood on his toes, pushing his hips back as he moaned loudly and came. His cum coated Nichkhun's fingers as he continued to stroke, still moving inside him.
The older boy felt Wooyoung tighten around his length, causing him to buck his hips forward and cum, his seed filling the small boy. His moan echoed the kitchen as he leaned against Wooyoung, panting harshly. He slowly stroked the younger boy, feeling the cum grow thick and sticky in his hand.
“Are you... Trying to get me hard again?” Wooyoung asked between pants.
“No why?... Is it working?”
The small boy chuckled, turning to face Nichkhun and kissing him. “I think this was enough for now.”
“I'm satisfied just being with you.”
“You're so cheesy.” Wooyoung smiled, stroking the tall boy's cheek. “At least our clothes didn't get dirty this time.”
“You made a mess in your underwear thinking about me.”
“Ah, right...” The younger boy bit his lip.
“I'll forgive you.” Nichkhun pecked his lips. “But I love you.”
“You better.” Wooyoung chuckled, wrapping his arms around the tall boy's neck. “We've got our whole lives to live now.”
The end.
Genre: Friendship, Romance (eventually)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung, Junsu/Junho, Junsu/Taecyeon
Summary: Victoria is starting to get suspicious of Nichkhun's relationship with his friend Wooyoung. She confronts him but he says Wooyoung is only a friend. She drives him nuts with questions but it only makes him think of Wooyoung more. He knows Wooyoung is only a friend. He's pretty sure Wooyoung only thinks the same about him.
Author's Notes: ;~; The end. Thank you so much for reading!! I'm sorry I took so long!
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Nichkhun wondered if he had stopped breathing. His heart raced as he stood stiff on the sidewalk. He choked on his saliva as it gathered in his mouth before he remembered to swallow.
“The last bit was kind of boring, you know? Junsu ran off and you two were no where to be found... Wooyoung, I'd always pinned you to be the type of man who consults his problems, not one who runs away from them.” Taecyeon pressed the blade of the knife to Wooyoung's neck. “Hard to believe you're both just chicken shits. Don't suppose you know where Junsu is? He's mine after all.”
“I think h-he's got someone else now.” Wooyoung choked, wrapping his fingers tightly around the taller boy's wrist.
“That boy doesn't know what he wants.” Taecyeon started to ramble on. “Ah! Don't come a step closer!” He gripped Wooyoung's neck, pointing the knife towards Nichkhun as he tried to step towards them. “It's a pity that I have to kill you Wooyoung...” The tall boy played with Wooyoung's lip with the blade. “ You were a good worker but we both know that if I keep you alive, Nichkhun will have something to chase after and make that chick jealous.”
Taecyeon started to drag Wooyoung towards the house, Nichkhun taking cautious steps towards them. “W-where's Chansung? What did you do to him?!” Wooyoung demanded.
“Don't worry about him. He's been left untouched... Although he gives me this look whenever he passes me at work. If he knew what I did to Junsu, he'd probably never show up to work.” The tall boy chuckled, kicking over some furniture before throwing the small boy in a chair. “He's out of town at the moment which means we can use his place.”
The knife tickled Wooyoung's neck, making him hold his breath. His eyes hadn't met Nichkhun's since the whole thing happened. He was afraid to, the look might have made him do something regrettable and end up dead. Taecyeon gripped his shoulder. “Hm, how shall I do this? I haven't thought about how to kill you yet. I could be nice and make it quick and painless since you've been so good to me but then there's Victoria. You're psycho ex.” The tall boy looked at Nichkhun. “She'd probably want it as bloody as possible.”
“S-she's not like that.” Nichkhun said, falling to his knees.
Taecyeon raised a brow. “Still sticking up for her? Do you still love her?” He leaned over, dragging the blade across Wooyoung's neck. “Don't you love Wooyoung? You can't love two people, that just makes you greedy. Let me get rid of one for you.”
“You're sick.” Wooyoung hissed, trying to grab the tall boy's hands. Taecyeon wrapped his arm around his neck, pulling him close to the knife as it poked his cheek.
“Don't mess with me. I'm getting paid for this.”
“I didn't know you killed people as a side job.” The small boy felt the blade press into his skin.
“Killing isn't always the job. Sometimes it's investigating, sometimes it's splitting people up. Regardless, it's kind of fun. Which makes me think, maybe I'll just cut you up a bit, make you holler before I kill you. Ah ah!” Taecyeon slid the knife down Wooyoung's cheek, making a cut from just under his eye to his nose. “Don't try anything Nichkhun.” He said, noticing the other boy's eyes searching around the room.
Nichkhun grew furious, watching blood bubble up and drip off of the small boy's cheek. Taecyeon pulled Wooyoung's shirt up, revealing his stomach and pressing the knife to it.
“What next? It's up to you Nichkhun. Move again. Look in a different direction and he'll get a new cut.” He trailed the blade to Wooyoung's nipple, circling it. “How about here?”
Wooyoung gasped, his hands gripping the tall boy tightly. “T-Taecyeon don't... Please... Don't do this.”
“Don't beg. It's unattractive, even during sex...” Taecyeon pressed his tongue against the small boy's new wound, licking up the blood and causing Wooyoung to hiss.
“Hurt me.”
The tall boy looked up. “What?”
“Hurt me instead. Don't I deserve it? Wooyoung isn't at fault. I went after him... He didn't do anything.” Nichkhun got to his hands and knees.
“Are you stupid? Victoria wants you alive and in one piece. She'd dock my pay if you had a single scratch on you.”
“Then you'll have to kill both of us. I'm not letting you kill Wooyoung.”
“That's going to kind of hard when the knife is already aimed at his heart... I could stab him and pin you to the floor faster than you could run to me.” Taecyeon grabbed the small boy's hand, cutting his palm. Wooyoung cried out, closing his eyes tightly. He pressed the cut to his lips. “Look at his face...” Taecyeon bit down on the open skin, causing the other boy to whimper and wiggle in the chair. “I almost want to keep you myself.”
“Let him go!” Nichkhun shouted, about to get off his knees when the knife returned to Wooyoung's heart. “Just... Don't! Please don't! Don't you understand what it's like to love someone?! How can you do this?!”
“Because I don't give a shit. All I need in my life is a good fuck.”
“Then you'll grow old by yourself.” Wooyoung breathed out, glaring at the tall boy.
“That may be so but I don't really care.”
“No one will want you once you start to get older.”
“Well, you won't be around to find out.” Taecyeon leaned over, trapping the small boy's lip between his teeth and biting down hard. Wooyoung whined, trying to pull away but froze, looking down at his stomach. A small pool of blood gathered in his belly button. “No one would want you after all these scars.” Taecyeon said, pressing his finger against the new cut on Wooyoung's abdomen.
Nichkhun sat helpless on the floor, watching the scene in horror. He felt his phone in his hand, closing his eyes to remember the keys. He hit them slowly, trying to make his movements silent. When he finished, he opened his eyes to find Taecyeon staring at him.
“What were you doing? Praying for help? Or maybe... Calling?”
His heart stopped, his eyes falling on Wooyoung. The small boy was panting, his eyes barely open.
“Seems like Wooyoung here is feeling a lot of pain and really can't tolerate it. So who did you call hm? Or text? Show me your phone.”
Nichkhun shook his head. “I wasn't texting anyone.”
“Don't lie to me. Show me.”
“I wasn't-...” He watched as Taecyeon pressed the blade to Wooyoung's eye. “I wasn't texting anyone!” He bolted off the floor, falling at the tall boy's feet and pulling him down. He was flipped, the knife now meeting his neck as he looked up.
“I said no scratches.” The tall boy slapped Nichkhun, making his cheek instantly reddened. Wooyoung suddenly jumped on his back, biting Taecyeon's ear. He stood up, running backwards and knocking the small boy into the wall.
Wooyoung felt the air being knocked out of his lungs, already struggling to breathe. Nichkhun grabbed the knife from the tall boy, lifting it and about to pierce Taecyeon's heart when a loud sound stopped him.
“Don't!”
All three boys looked to the doorway, a short boy standing there. Junho ran in behind him, pushing passed him. Taecyeon sank to his knees, catching Nichkhun's attention as he stepped back. His eyes were wide like he had seen a ghost. “J-Jaebeom...”
“What are you doing Taecyeon? This is...” The short boy shook his head. “What is this?” He walked over to the tall boy on his knees, pressing his hand flat against Taecyeon's cheek. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Why are you back?” Taecyeon whispered, his eyes not lifting from the floor.
Wooyoung sank to the ground, feeling light headed. “Junho, take him to the hospital. I'll take care of Taecyeon.”
“B-but they'll ask questions.”
“Tell them you were walking though an alley and got knifed.”
Junho nodded before looking sternly at Nichkhun. The two boys lifted Wooyoung and carried him out.
“What are you doing Taecyeon? Did my absence turn you into this? Were you that hateful?”
“You left me... You said we'd...”
“I didn't want to... I really didn't. My parents... No, it's not their fault. They found out.” Taecyeon finally lifted his head, looking at Jaebeom in shock. “They threatened to lock me up if I ever went back to you. They gave me an option to study abroad and I took it. They monitored me for months, waiting for me to make a move to contact you and I was afraid that if they found you, they'd... I'm a few months shy of being able to live my own life Taecyeon... I was hoping to find you after but not like this... Not...” He shook his head.
“I'm sorry.”
“No...”
“I'm sorry.” Taecyeon walked on his knees, wrapping his arms around the small boy's legs. “I'm sorry... Please don't... Please don't leave.”
“You're the one that's going to leave me now... You'll go to jail for this... They won't let you off with all the history you've built up. Junho told me all about it...”
“Please don't leave me.” Taecyeon whispered, closing his eye and letting a tear escape.
“Are you sure he's going to be okay?” Junsu asked, standing in the hallway of the hospital.
“He'll be fine. He's just in shock.” Junho hugged his arms, looking down at the floor. “He's been cut but he didn't lose a lot of blood.”
“Junho... You did the right thing... By calling Jaebeom.” The younger boy looked up. “He would've been the only one to stop Taecyeon. He...” Junsu choked.
“Don't think about him... He'll be out of our lives now.”
“And Victoria?” The older boy could see Junho tense, his shaky hand reaching out. The other boy took it in his own. “Something needs to be done with her... She's oblivious too dangerous to be left alone.”
“Don't worry about her.”
Junsu jumped, falling back into Junho. “W-what are you doing here?” He hissed as Taecyeon approached them.
“Relax. I mean no harm.”
“He's not lying.” Jaebeom said, stepping out from behind the tall boy. “He's got to be on his best behaviour.” He glared.
“I... I will take care of Victoria.” Jaebeom elbowed him, causing him to grunt. “In a humane way I mean.”
Junho huffed, standing in front of the tall boy and slapping him, the sound echoing down the hall. Junsu's eyes widened, waiting for Taecyeon to lift his hand to strike back when he suddenly fell to his knees.
“I know I deserve that. I know I deserve worse. I...” The tall boy got on his hands and knees, bowing formally. “I apologize to you... And Junsu. You don't have to accept it. I've done more than what's forgivable.”
“You hurt so many people... One who you didn't even physically touch. That's horribly impressive. I may never forgive you... Please... Don't let me ever see you again.”
“J-Junho...” Junsu stepped beside the younger boy, sliding his hand down his arm and entangling their fingers. “It's okay now.” He looked down at Taecyeon, who raised his head. “I suppose you want to change now. To make yourself a better person.”
“Maybe you could teach me.” The tall boy blinked. “I see now that you were really trying... I'm sorry.”
“Tch, why are you asking him to teach you? I'm going to fucking kick your ass bootcamp style.” Jaebeom frown, grabbing Taecyeon by the ear and dragging him away.
“I think I may like Jaebeom a little more now.” Junsu said, blinking.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Junho raised a brow, glaring a bit.
The older boy sighed, slipping his hands around Junho's waist. “It means I'll always love you the most.”
“You better.” The younger boy said, lightly punching Junsu, who groaned. “Oops! I'm sorry.”
Nichkhun traced invisible lines on Wooyoung's arm as his cheek rested against the bed. The younger boy had been asleep since he had been admitted and Nichkhun could only feel his regret sinking in deeper. He was useless. He only sat by and watched as Wooyoung was attacked. He felt so helpless. His eyes couldn't even meet the fresh cuts on the younger boy's body, one clearly visible on his cheek. Another present on his lip. The one on Wooyoung's stomach wouldn't be seen often.
A light blush tinted Nichkhun's cheek as he thought about the only times he would see that one. “Stop being perverted.” Wooyoung whispered.
Nichkhun smiled, going back to his invisible lines. “You know me too well.”
“It's a good thing I do because I'd never be able to put up with you otherwise.”
Their eyes met and Wooyoung could see the sadness there behind the smile. “Nichkhun...” He stroked the other boy's cheek.
“I'm sorry.” Nichkhun whispered, closing his eyes and placing his hand over the younger boy's. “I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you.”
“Nichkhun don't... You stopped Taec-...”
“No... I didn't do anything... He still was going to-...” Nichkhun's words were cut off as Wooyoung pulled him by his collar and brought their lips together.
“Shut up. You did more than enough for me. Please just accept this as it is now. It's over and everything is okay.”
“It's not okay. Your cheek...”
“It will heal... My heart broke too once...”
“But that...”
“Will you heal me?”
The older boy's eyes widened a bit. “I... Of course..” He climbed onto the bed, laying next to Wooyoung as they both fell asleep.
“Aaaaah! This is bullshit!” Chansung shouted, dropping to his knees onto the blanket laid out on the grass.
“What's the matter?” Wooyoung raised a brow, biting down on a carrot.
“Taecyeon doubled my workload! I swear Jaebeom is only distracting him! He's probably telling him to give me more work ever since he found out that almost one night stand!” Chansung huffed, grabbing a piece of fruit.
“Wasn't it Taecyeon that engaged in that in the first place?” Nichkhun asked, shifting his head against Wooyoung's thigh.
“That's exactly why I'm so mad! I wasn't my fault and Jaebeom always glares at me!”
Nichkhun chuckled, closing his eyes. Wooyoung sighed. “I guess there isn't much you can do... By the way, have you heard from Junho or Junsu lately.”
“Mm...” Nichkhun interrupted. “Junho said they were on vacation... But he won't say where. He just says it's warm, sunny and Junsu won't let him leave the house when he's wearing just his surf shorts...”
“That's too much info.” Chansung said, angrily gnawing on an apple slice.
“At least they're happy.” Wooyoung smiled.
“Junho is giving into Junsu... I thought he was going to control himself.”
“Yeah right. Junsu has been after Junho for a long time, he has no control. Junho probably gets caught every second of the day... And has to deal with that horndog.”
Wooyoung swallowed nervously, biting at his lip.
“Yah Wooyoungie, have you seen my...” Nichkhun stopped in the kitchen doorway, tilting his head to the side. Wooyoung had his back to him, dressed in his apron and cutting up something. He made swift strides towards the small boy, standing behind him and pressing his hands against the counter. “What are you cutting up?”
“Fruit. Do you want some?”
“Sure.”
Wooyoung turned around, surprising the older boy as he held a chunk of fruit in his hand. “Open your mouth.” Nichkhun blinked, this forwardness making his heart flutter. Wooyoung hadn't been that close or intimate since that incident almost a month ago. He thought maybe it was the scars that were finally healing but Nichkhun never knew for sure. He snapped back to reality as the moist fruit was pressed against his lips.
He opened his mouth, letting the chunk slide in. “It's good.” He said, chewing and letting the juice flow down his throat.
“Is it? I haven't tried it yet.”
“Why not try it now?” Nichkhun asked just as the small boy was about to turn. Wooyoung looked at him before leaning forward and pressing their lips together. He shuddered as he felt the younger boy's tongue slip into his mouth.
Wooyoung kissed him greedily, nibbling at his lips and sucking them into his mouth.
“Wooyoung...” The small boy looked into his eyes, nodding ever-so-slightly before Nichkhun flipped him against the counter. He hands slid under Wooyoung's apron, groping his crotch and making the younger boy moan. “Wooyoung... You're already...”
“I was thinking about you...”
He pressed his lips to Wooyoung's neck, kissing him there before sucking the small boy's earlobe into his mouth. He could hear the other boy panting as he massaged him through his pants. He felt Wooyoung's grow harder in his pants as his ass bumped against his crotch.
“Enough Nichkhun... I'm ready...”
Nichkhun's hands pulled at the small boy's belt, pushing Wooyoung's pants to his knees. He did the rest, kicking his pants off his feet as the older boy discarded his own pants. “I-in the kitchen?” Nichkhun asked, grinding his hips against the other boy's.
Wooyoung's breath hitched. “I don't want to go anywhere else... Please... Just do it now.”
Nichkhun swallowed his nerves, pressing his cock to the small boy's entrance and pushing inside. Wooyoung clenched his teeth together tightly, his hands gripping the counter. He felt the uncomfortable stretch that threatened to rip him apart. He took a deep breath, his hole twitching from being filled. “Are you okay?” Nichkhun whispered into his ear, making him shiver.
“It's okay.” He breathed out. “M-move now...”
Nichkhun complied, bringing his hips back and forth slowly, allowing the small boy to adjust to his size. He slid his hands up Wooyoung's shirt, feeling the muscles ripple under his touch as goosebumps formed on his skin. He gently pinched the younger boy's nipples, making Wooyoung whimper.
It wasn't as painful anymore when Nichkhun pushed inside of him but the pleasure he was receiving was minimal. Wooyoung's breath had quickened as the older boy started to move faster, bringing their hips together in short movements. He pulled away from Nichkhun, leaning over the counter when the taller boy shifted suddenly, hitting something inside of him and making him call out.
Pleasure shocks went through his veins as Nichkhun hit it repeatedly without being asked. Wooyoung moaned, thrusting his hips back to meet the older boy's, driving him deeper. His voice came out in whimpers as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling in his lower body.
Nichkhun grunted, pressing his chest to the younger boy's back as he slid his hand into Wooyoung's crotch and started to stroke his length. The small boy jerked his hips, throwing back his head to moan. It rested against Nichkhun's shoulder as he looked at him, his mouth slack from panting.
Their lips met in a hot kiss as they panted against each other. Nichkhun moaned into the other boy's mouth, his cock twitching inside Wooyoung. The small boy threw himself against the counter, feeling something pool in his stomach as Nichkhun's hands worked on his length. He stood on his toes, pushing his hips back as he moaned loudly and came. His cum coated Nichkhun's fingers as he continued to stroke, still moving inside him.
The older boy felt Wooyoung tighten around his length, causing him to buck his hips forward and cum, his seed filling the small boy. His moan echoed the kitchen as he leaned against Wooyoung, panting harshly. He slowly stroked the younger boy, feeling the cum grow thick and sticky in his hand.
“Are you... Trying to get me hard again?” Wooyoung asked between pants.
“No why?... Is it working?”
The small boy chuckled, turning to face Nichkhun and kissing him. “I think this was enough for now.”
“I'm satisfied just being with you.”
“You're so cheesy.” Wooyoung smiled, stroking the tall boy's cheek. “At least our clothes didn't get dirty this time.”
“You made a mess in your underwear thinking about me.”
“Ah, right...” The younger boy bit his lip.
“I'll forgive you.” Nichkhun pecked his lips. “But I love you.”
“You better.” Wooyoung chuckled, wrapping his arms around the tall boy's neck. “We've got our whole lives to live now.”
The end.