Variant // 03
// Series
Slice of life; Angst
"Yah, wanna die?" "I wouldn't mind since it's you" "Are you crazy" "Just a little bit"
For atenais_pala's birthday!
Sirens
The man wasted no time getting to work. He pinned Ji Yong to the door and crushed his lips against his own. The red haired boy let him slip his tongue in his mouth, exploring the hot cavern. He intertwined his muscle with Ji Yong’s and he played along, responding back to the man’s advances eagerly.
After all, he was Ji Yong’s master for the night.
Kneeling down on the floor, he slowly took in the long length, bobbing his head at a steady pace. Ji Yong felt the man’s fingers pulling at his hair roughly and forcefully pushing him in.
It’s okay.
The older man had the boy’s hand into a tight bind as it connected to his neck as a collar. Biting furiously at Ji Yong’s nipple, he felt the hot liquid ooze out.
It was refreshing and damn sweet.
Something Ji Yong craved for.
“Do you like that? Huh?” the man asked, drawing out more blood from other spots.
It’s okay.
The red haired boy moaned desperately as his back arched against the white bed sheets. He needed this - so much that his heart would ache.
The older threw him against the wall and hastily removed the bind. Separating Ji Yong’s legs, he pushed in hard and rocked into the frail body.
He cried at the mesmerizing pain that was being inflicted. Like hitting a high where he was in serenity. Ji Yong was pathetic for this, but it was what he had to live for.
He deserved it.
Ji Yong was sinful. It was the only way.
The only way to repay her.
The little boy shrieked in horror as the smell of blood reached his nose. He could only see red with the little patches of darkness closing in. Inching and crawling at his legs, calling him in.
So he ran.
The tears flowing down his pink cheeks; he kept on running.
When he called for her - there was no answer.
But at a distance the boy could hear the slow music playing from the music box he liked so much.
There was a deep laugh coming from a corner but when the boy turned -
He only heard sirens.
Ji Yong woke up to purple bruises against his arms and the bloody sheets underneath him. He noticed money on top of the hotel counter he was in and chuckled at the amount. People really didn’t get money.
Walking up to the shower, he twisted the metal faucet. The cold water sprinkled out as Ji Yong let out a sigh. Letting the clear liquid relax his muscles and clean away the scars he wasn’t allowed to show. Reaching for the bar of soap he began to scrub his arms and legs.
Ji Yong touched his new tattoo right below his shoulder in the back.
Too fast to live
Too young to die
The words made sense that he never really lived, but it wasn’t that he was too fast. He didn’t have a choice but to pass by quickly and never fully experience one thing.
Ji Yong was just born that way.
His fingers reached up to the cut that Seung Hyun had given him the other down and smiled weakly. It was a different kind of pleasure Ji Yong had to himself but he knew well it wouldn’t make it through.
Even with the tasteless water running down. He still felt the hot, salty drops pooling against his eyes.
Ji Yong cried alone - never showing that he was afraid of tomorrow.
But when a fire engine passed by, he fell to the tiled floor and let out a sob.
But he couldn’t be. He had promised her that he wouldn’t be scared.