(FIC) Without You And Me
Title: Without You And Me
Author: Nyrok5 A.K.A Kezz
Rating: NC-17
Warning: BoyxBoy, SMUT
Pairings: DoubleHJBroken!
Genre: Smut, Angst
Summary: We're all running towards the same thing.
Hyun Joong sat down at the bar, ordering the same thing he had ordered every night for the past week, dark tear filled eyes staring down into the glass ignoring the people surrounding him.
Hyungjun sat down at the table in the once shared apartment, pouring the contents of the soju bottle into his ex-boyfriend’s favourite glass ignoring the empty sound in the apartment.
Taking a long swig of the contents Hyun Joong clenched his eyes shut, the small salty droplets barely managing to leak from his eyes. Knuckles turning white from the vice like grip he held the glass to his lips with. It was his fault, all his fault things turned out like this. His stupidity, his complete and utter idiocy to even think that man could love him the way he did.
Throwing the glass at the wall Hyungjun picked up the bottle, bringing it to his lips trying to drown himself in the burning liquid as fast as he could. He couldn’t believe he believed his words, the stupid three words he’d been yearning to hear for years. He was completely stupid for ever thinking that the one he loved could ever truly love him back.
Downing another four shots of soju Hyun Joong stood up, leaving the bills on the bar top for the butler before stumbling his way slightly out of the bar, the smell of alcohol and smoke following him out into the cold night. The moon was covered by clouds and snow was falling onto his body than he could stumble his way to his destination.
Hyungjun curled himself up on the couch, the aching to be touched to feel the heat inside him causing his member to burn in want. Slender, pale fingers slipping their way under his jeans and boxers. He began stroking the hardened length slowly, pretending, imagining the fingers touching him were Hyun Joong’s, were the man’s he loved with his entire being. Small pathetic moans fell from his lips as he stroked himself, eyes clenching shut tightly as the image of the other man’s face flashed behind his closed lids.
Soon the small steps he had been taking began to fall to long strides, quicker and quicker, faster, needier, small pants falling from his lips as his legs dragged him down the black streets. His lungs scorching, burning as he ran faster, he needed to see him. Urgently, he felt him, needed him, wanted him, needed to feel the man he wanted, the man he hurt, needed those soft lips, needed to feel the familiar heat that was his lover, needed to feel the man writhe and moan in want, needed to whisper pathetic sobbing apologies to him.
He was sliding in and out of him, fucking him, touching every place inside him that yearned for his touch only. Hyungjun pushed back harder, moaning his name repeatedly, his laboured breathing filling the apartment. He rocked himself into his hand, tugging on his erection harder, twisting his wrist as he did so, spilling into his hand. Opening his eyes he pulled his fingers from his entrance and his hand from around his length, reality coming back to settle into his mind. It was just him, no Hyun Joong, never Hyun Joong. Never the man he loved.
Knocking on the door urgently, tears spilling from his eyes, their trails falling from his chin to the carpeted floor Hyun Joong waited impatiently, knocking again and again.
Hyungjun walked from the bathroom, having cleaned himself up, wiping his face with the back of his hand again he placed his hand on the door knob slowly opening it, his heart beat pounding in his throat.
Hyun Joong watched as the door opened slowly, glimpsing the creamy legs and silken boxers that seemed so familiar.
“Kibum-ah...”
“Youngsaeng...”
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Hey ^^ so pretty much what happens in the end if you don't get it, although Hyungjun loved Hyun Joong more Hyun Joong still runs to Youngsaeng.
Author: Nyrok5 A.K.A Kezz
Rating: NC-17
Warning: BoyxBoy, SMUT
Pairings: DoubleHJBroken!
Genre: Smut, Angst
Summary: We're all running towards the same thing.
Hyun Joong sat down at the bar, ordering the same thing he had ordered every night for the past week, dark tear filled eyes staring down into the glass ignoring the people surrounding him.
Hyungjun sat down at the table in the once shared apartment, pouring the contents of the soju bottle into his ex-boyfriend’s favourite glass ignoring the empty sound in the apartment.
Taking a long swig of the contents Hyun Joong clenched his eyes shut, the small salty droplets barely managing to leak from his eyes. Knuckles turning white from the vice like grip he held the glass to his lips with. It was his fault, all his fault things turned out like this. His stupidity, his complete and utter idiocy to even think that man could love him the way he did.
Throwing the glass at the wall Hyungjun picked up the bottle, bringing it to his lips trying to drown himself in the burning liquid as fast as he could. He couldn’t believe he believed his words, the stupid three words he’d been yearning to hear for years. He was completely stupid for ever thinking that the one he loved could ever truly love him back.
Downing another four shots of soju Hyun Joong stood up, leaving the bills on the bar top for the butler before stumbling his way slightly out of the bar, the smell of alcohol and smoke following him out into the cold night. The moon was covered by clouds and snow was falling onto his body than he could stumble his way to his destination.
Hyungjun curled himself up on the couch, the aching to be touched to feel the heat inside him causing his member to burn in want. Slender, pale fingers slipping their way under his jeans and boxers. He began stroking the hardened length slowly, pretending, imagining the fingers touching him were Hyun Joong’s, were the man’s he loved with his entire being. Small pathetic moans fell from his lips as he stroked himself, eyes clenching shut tightly as the image of the other man’s face flashed behind his closed lids.
Soon the small steps he had been taking began to fall to long strides, quicker and quicker, faster, needier, small pants falling from his lips as his legs dragged him down the black streets. His lungs scorching, burning as he ran faster, he needed to see him. Urgently, he felt him, needed him, wanted him, needed to feel the man he wanted, the man he hurt, needed those soft lips, needed to feel the familiar heat that was his lover, needed to feel the man writhe and moan in want, needed to whisper pathetic sobbing apologies to him.
He was sliding in and out of him, fucking him, touching every place inside him that yearned for his touch only. Hyungjun pushed back harder, moaning his name repeatedly, his laboured breathing filling the apartment. He rocked himself into his hand, tugging on his erection harder, twisting his wrist as he did so, spilling into his hand. Opening his eyes he pulled his fingers from his entrance and his hand from around his length, reality coming back to settle into his mind. It was just him, no Hyun Joong, never Hyun Joong. Never the man he loved.
Knocking on the door urgently, tears spilling from his eyes, their trails falling from his chin to the carpeted floor Hyun Joong waited impatiently, knocking again and again.
Hyungjun walked from the bathroom, having cleaned himself up, wiping his face with the back of his hand again he placed his hand on the door knob slowly opening it, his heart beat pounding in his throat.
Hyun Joong watched as the door opened slowly, glimpsing the creamy legs and silken boxers that seemed so familiar.
“Kibum-ah...”
“Youngsaeng...”
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Hey ^^ so pretty much what happens in the end if you don't get it, although Hyungjun loved Hyun Joong more Hyun Joong still runs to Youngsaeng.