Disgust
Title: Disgust
Author: mystery
Pairing: BangZelo
Rating: PG-13/R (depending on your sensitivity)
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Really now. I think you’d know.
Warning(s): Sex, nothing explicit though
Summary: Himchan finds out about Yongguk and Zelo. He doesn't take it very well.
Author’s Note: Seems I like writing these, huh? ^^
Fanfiction Masterlist
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Himchan was jealous of Yongguk's relationship with Junhong. They were as close as brothers.
Yes, Himchan might be a mother-like figure to Junhong that the younger boy could always come to for comfort, but he always seemed to choose Yongguk. Kind of like how boys sometimes went to their brothers instead of their parents.
Or, at least he thought they were like brothers.
Until he caught them fucking.
It had been a normal day and he just came home from grocery shopping. He hadn't called out to the other two because it was still pretty early and if he knew them correctly, they were still fast asleep. As he was unpacking the groceries, he heard some weird noises from Junhong’s bedroom - it sounded very much like moaning. He shouldn't be as surprised as he was, really. Junhong was fifteen after all, and he had the same raging hormones as any other fifteen-year-old. It was just that he both looked and acted so innocent.
Therefore, Himchan refused to believe it was actually moaning he heard. His mistake was to check if the younger was okay and not brush it off.
He opened the door just a few centimeters, to be able to peek into the room. Maybe Junhong was having a nightmare?
He wasn't.
Junhong was very much awake. He wasn’t alone in his bed either; Yongguk was with him, too.
They were both sitting up, Junhong in Yongguk's lap, and even if all Himchan could see was Yongguk's naked back and Junhong’s face, what they were doing was made pretty obvious by Junhong’s constant up-and-down movement and blissed out expression.
"Hyung," he sighed. His fingers curled on Yongguk's shoulders, digging into the skin. "A-ah! Mm, just like that..."
Himchan felt nauseated, but he couldn't look away. It was as if the expressions of pleasure dancing over Junhong’s features and the way Yongguk's back muscles shifted under his skin when he thrust up into the younger held him captivated. The spell was broken when Junhong cried out.
"Oh God! Yes, right there, oh fuck..."
Himchan looked away, silently closing the door behind him as he made his way to the kitchen on shaky legs. He sat down at the table, unable to do much else. If Yongguk and Junhong wanted breakfast, they'd have to make it themselves.
A thousand and one questions were swimming around in his head. Why did they do it? Was Yongguk taking advantage of Junhong? Or did he really think the younger wanted him, like that? Did Junhong want him? Didn't Yongguk realize how wrong it was?
Before he knew it, the leader stumbled into the kitchen. He was wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His hair was ruffled, as if he'd turned a lot in his sleep, but Himchan knew it was more likely that it was Junhong’s work.
"Hey," Yongguk said when he spotted Himchan. "Are you okay? You look kind of pale."
"... Why do you do it?" Himchan asked, not looking up from the spot on the table he was staring at.
"Do what?" Yongguk asked. Himchan wondered if he was really that stupid or just a really good actor.
"Have sex with Junhong," he replied. He felt a small satisfaction when he heard Yongguk choke on his coffee.
"I saw you just now, you know." He finally turned to look at Yongguk, who'd gone pale and wide-eyed. "It's illegal. You can get in jail for pedophilia, Yongguk."
Yongguk sighed and sat down, his head in his hands. Himchan almost felt sorry for him, but there was no place for pity among the confusion, shock and disgust.
"I know that, Himchan," he said seriously. Well, at least he knew. Himchan supposed that was one positive thing. "But I love him and I can't deny him anything, especially not when he looks at me with those puppy eyes and I..."
Yongguk paused to sigh heavily. Himchan did not move a muscle, but continued to watch Yongguk in what he knew must be an excruciating silence.
"I tried to say no. I really did. But he looked at me with those puppy eyes and he told me- He told me he wanted it, Himchan, that he wanted it really bad. He said he needed it."
It was most likely a lie, Himchan concluded. Fifteen year old boys did not go begging six year older men for sex.
"Break up with him," Himchan told him calmly. Yongguk's head shot up. He was about to say something, but then, suddenly, Junhong was there. He clung to Yongguk with arms and legs, almost strangling him in the process.
"Don't leave me!" he exclaimed, with an edge of desperation in his voice. "Please, stay with me, hyung. You love me, right? Don't listen to Himchan-hyung, just, please stay with me!"
Himchan stared. Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe the kid just needed some kind of father figure, but then Yongguk had told him something that made it all go wrong.
"I know I’m being selfish,” Junhong continued into Yongguk’s neck and both Himchan and Yongguk listened attentatively. "I know it can ruin all of our careers before they even started and that it can get you in jail, but please, hyung, I think I’d break if you left me.”
“Silly, he won’t leave you,” Himchan said. Zelo looked up at him, a confused frown settling on his face. “There’s a difference between ‘leaving’ and ‘breaking ‘up’. If he did the first, you’d never see him again. I only meant you should stop the couple-stuff. I don’t think that’s what you want.”
The silence was compact for about three seconds before it exploded.
“You know nothing!” Junhong yelled, letting go of Yongguk to stand up in his full height. “You don’t know what I want and what I don’t want, you don’t know what Yongguk means to me - you know nothing!”
Then he, to both Yongguk’s and Himchan’s great surprise, grabbed Himchan’s arm and dragged him to the door.
“If you have anything against it, then leave,” he hissed, glaring at Himchan with fire in his eyes.
Himchan didn’t move. He continued to look at Junhong, eyebrows knit together.
“No,” he said finally, still as calm as ever. He was certain Junhong had misunderstood this somehow. “You’re wrong. Both of you are wrong. Let me help you.”
Yongguk had come out into the hallway as well and was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Why didn’t he do anything? Maybe the fact that Yongguk, who should know better, did nothing to stop this thing disgusted him more than anything else.
“Get out!” Junhong suddenly shouted, so loudly Himchan was sure his eardrums would break. “Get the fuck out and never come back!”
His shoes were thrown at him along with his jacket and Himchan barely had time to pick them up before the door opened, he was shoved out of the apartment by two surprisingly strong hands and the door closed with a bang.
He stood frozen in place as he heard the lock click. He heard a thud that was closely followed by sobbing and realized that Junhong was most likely crying. He heard Yongguk’s deep voice murmur what he assumed were words of comfort.
He didn’t regret it at all, even if it broke his heart a little when he heard Junhong let out a loud, heartbroken wail.
Yet he knew, as he put on his shoes and jacket and turned around to leave and never come back, that he’d never tell anyone. He’d carry their secret to the grave, because no matter how much he was against it, he could not completely break a boy like Junhong.
Author: mystery
Pairing: BangZelo
Rating: PG-13/R (depending on your sensitivity)
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Really now. I think you’d know.
Warning(s): Sex, nothing explicit though
Summary: Himchan finds out about Yongguk and Zelo. He doesn't take it very well.
Author’s Note: Seems I like writing these, huh? ^^
Fanfiction Masterlist
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Himchan was jealous of Yongguk's relationship with Junhong. They were as close as brothers.
Yes, Himchan might be a mother-like figure to Junhong that the younger boy could always come to for comfort, but he always seemed to choose Yongguk. Kind of like how boys sometimes went to their brothers instead of their parents.
Or, at least he thought they were like brothers.
Until he caught them fucking.
It had been a normal day and he just came home from grocery shopping. He hadn't called out to the other two because it was still pretty early and if he knew them correctly, they were still fast asleep. As he was unpacking the groceries, he heard some weird noises from Junhong’s bedroom - it sounded very much like moaning. He shouldn't be as surprised as he was, really. Junhong was fifteen after all, and he had the same raging hormones as any other fifteen-year-old. It was just that he both looked and acted so innocent.
Therefore, Himchan refused to believe it was actually moaning he heard. His mistake was to check if the younger was okay and not brush it off.
He opened the door just a few centimeters, to be able to peek into the room. Maybe Junhong was having a nightmare?
He wasn't.
Junhong was very much awake. He wasn’t alone in his bed either; Yongguk was with him, too.
They were both sitting up, Junhong in Yongguk's lap, and even if all Himchan could see was Yongguk's naked back and Junhong’s face, what they were doing was made pretty obvious by Junhong’s constant up-and-down movement and blissed out expression.
"Hyung," he sighed. His fingers curled on Yongguk's shoulders, digging into the skin. "A-ah! Mm, just like that..."
Himchan felt nauseated, but he couldn't look away. It was as if the expressions of pleasure dancing over Junhong’s features and the way Yongguk's back muscles shifted under his skin when he thrust up into the younger held him captivated. The spell was broken when Junhong cried out.
"Oh God! Yes, right there, oh fuck..."
Himchan looked away, silently closing the door behind him as he made his way to the kitchen on shaky legs. He sat down at the table, unable to do much else. If Yongguk and Junhong wanted breakfast, they'd have to make it themselves.
A thousand and one questions were swimming around in his head. Why did they do it? Was Yongguk taking advantage of Junhong? Or did he really think the younger wanted him, like that? Did Junhong want him? Didn't Yongguk realize how wrong it was?
Before he knew it, the leader stumbled into the kitchen. He was wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His hair was ruffled, as if he'd turned a lot in his sleep, but Himchan knew it was more likely that it was Junhong’s work.
"Hey," Yongguk said when he spotted Himchan. "Are you okay? You look kind of pale."
"... Why do you do it?" Himchan asked, not looking up from the spot on the table he was staring at.
"Do what?" Yongguk asked. Himchan wondered if he was really that stupid or just a really good actor.
"Have sex with Junhong," he replied. He felt a small satisfaction when he heard Yongguk choke on his coffee.
"I saw you just now, you know." He finally turned to look at Yongguk, who'd gone pale and wide-eyed. "It's illegal. You can get in jail for pedophilia, Yongguk."
Yongguk sighed and sat down, his head in his hands. Himchan almost felt sorry for him, but there was no place for pity among the confusion, shock and disgust.
"I know that, Himchan," he said seriously. Well, at least he knew. Himchan supposed that was one positive thing. "But I love him and I can't deny him anything, especially not when he looks at me with those puppy eyes and I..."
Yongguk paused to sigh heavily. Himchan did not move a muscle, but continued to watch Yongguk in what he knew must be an excruciating silence.
"I tried to say no. I really did. But he looked at me with those puppy eyes and he told me- He told me he wanted it, Himchan, that he wanted it really bad. He said he needed it."
It was most likely a lie, Himchan concluded. Fifteen year old boys did not go begging six year older men for sex.
"Break up with him," Himchan told him calmly. Yongguk's head shot up. He was about to say something, but then, suddenly, Junhong was there. He clung to Yongguk with arms and legs, almost strangling him in the process.
"Don't leave me!" he exclaimed, with an edge of desperation in his voice. "Please, stay with me, hyung. You love me, right? Don't listen to Himchan-hyung, just, please stay with me!"
Himchan stared. Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe the kid just needed some kind of father figure, but then Yongguk had told him something that made it all go wrong.
"I know I’m being selfish,” Junhong continued into Yongguk’s neck and both Himchan and Yongguk listened attentatively. "I know it can ruin all of our careers before they even started and that it can get you in jail, but please, hyung, I think I’d break if you left me.”
“Silly, he won’t leave you,” Himchan said. Zelo looked up at him, a confused frown settling on his face. “There’s a difference between ‘leaving’ and ‘breaking ‘up’. If he did the first, you’d never see him again. I only meant you should stop the couple-stuff. I don’t think that’s what you want.”
The silence was compact for about three seconds before it exploded.
“You know nothing!” Junhong yelled, letting go of Yongguk to stand up in his full height. “You don’t know what I want and what I don’t want, you don’t know what Yongguk means to me - you know nothing!”
Then he, to both Yongguk’s and Himchan’s great surprise, grabbed Himchan’s arm and dragged him to the door.
“If you have anything against it, then leave,” he hissed, glaring at Himchan with fire in his eyes.
Himchan didn’t move. He continued to look at Junhong, eyebrows knit together.
“No,” he said finally, still as calm as ever. He was certain Junhong had misunderstood this somehow. “You’re wrong. Both of you are wrong. Let me help you.”
Yongguk had come out into the hallway as well and was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Why didn’t he do anything? Maybe the fact that Yongguk, who should know better, did nothing to stop this thing disgusted him more than anything else.
“Get out!” Junhong suddenly shouted, so loudly Himchan was sure his eardrums would break. “Get the fuck out and never come back!”
His shoes were thrown at him along with his jacket and Himchan barely had time to pick them up before the door opened, he was shoved out of the apartment by two surprisingly strong hands and the door closed with a bang.
He stood frozen in place as he heard the lock click. He heard a thud that was closely followed by sobbing and realized that Junhong was most likely crying. He heard Yongguk’s deep voice murmur what he assumed were words of comfort.
He didn’t regret it at all, even if it broke his heart a little when he heard Junhong let out a loud, heartbroken wail.
Yet he knew, as he put on his shoes and jacket and turned around to leave and never come back, that he’d never tell anyone. He’d carry their secret to the grave, because no matter how much he was against it, he could not completely break a boy like Junhong.