Fighting Bleeding Losing | Yeongyu / Beomjun

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Beomgyu stormed into the living room, facing Yeonjun who was standing, trying to roll an other blunt but before he could finish, Beomgyu's voice made him stop his activity. "Yeonjun fuck you ! I don't know what you're trying to do, coming close to me, kissing my neck, trying weird things with me but I'm not a fucking hoe, stop trying to play me like that-" Beomgyu made incoherent drunk moves as he yelled at the older who seemed surprised to see the younger snap at him yet, not letting Beomgyu finish his angry speech, he shushed the latter by placing one of his fingers on Beomgyu's mouth.

"I already warned you so many times... Don't snap at me, don't yell at me. But you never listen do you ? You're naughty right ?" Yeonjun purred, his voice quiet but still audible. Beomgyu wanted to talk back, scream at Yeonjun and insult him but he couldn't. His body just didn't want him to move, he let himself fall into a submissive state as always.

"It was your last warning Beomgyu." The boy whispered then, with his finger already on Beomgyu's face, he forced the younger's mouth open and slowly let his forefinger enter in it, pressing hardly the younger's tongue.

"You always talk back, that's fucking annoying me. I don't like when people don't do what I say. Now look at you... So fucking pathetic" The older continued, his voice harsh and cold. He was obviously high and had drunk too many beers to think normally.

Beomgyu had also drunk too much because instead of pushing the older away, he sucked on his forefinger, closing his eyes so his eyes won't meet the older's cold ones. Yeonjun let a sinful laugh out and entered another finger inside the younger's mouth.

The younger boy sucked Yeonjun's forefinger and middle finger fervently as he let his hand grasp the other boy's shirt. "Right... So fucking right." Yeonjun groaned then, without preventing the younger, he shoved his fingers deeper into the latter mouth, making him uncontrollably gag around his two fingers. Yeonjun watched the drool falling down the younger's chin, being abnormally aroused by this situation. "Open your eyes Beomgyu" The older ordered while thrusting his fingers in the latter's mouth, the younger immediately obeyed and let his eyes find the older's one.

Yeonjun let his fingers slide out of Beomgyu's mouth, observing the spit on his fingers and the young boy's chin. "Now you'll behave, right ?" Yeonjun asked, not an ounce of pity in his voice even though the boy before him looked wrecked. "Yes" The younger shortly answered, having trouble with maintaining eye contact.

The older slapped the young boy like some minutes before, not using any force to not hurting but just humiliating him. "Yes hyung, call me hyung" Yeonjun harshly stated, grabbing Beomgyu's wrists tightly. "Yes hyung, I'll behave" Beomgyu breathily replied, his heart having trouble beating.

It was the first time he called him hyung.

☆ ⸺ 🎸🛹 !

Yeonjun

'Loud, deafening. The noises were unbearable, he wanted calm but the loud noises of the siren and his family's screams were too boisterous. He tried to cover his ears in vain, he couldn't move, he was paralyzed. 26 of December was the date, he couldn't forget it. His lungs were full of water but he could still breathe. He didn't want to breathe. Mariah Carey's Christmas song was playing in the background but it wasn't a happy scene. Yeonjun's mother was screaming, his dad trying to hug her, his sister sobbing, prying and continually apologizing. And he was there, he heard and saw everything but he couldn't move or speak. Another Christmas song played but nobody seemed to hear it, too focused on the boy's inert body. Scars were decorating his wet arms and thighs and his damp hair was hiding his face but everyone could tell who it was. He stayed like that, between life and death for about a month, hearing his family's prayers everyday. He felt guilty, selfish. And he knew he was. But he wanted to feel it again, he wanted to feel his head under the cold water again, letting itself drown even in the small bath, he wanted to-'