Their creator told them to love the originals, they just never figured out deeply and twisted that love and obsession would run.
Selfcest fic that involves a threesome (3 Jongdaes). It’s explicit and full of warnings so please be mindful. Anyway not into f*sting but I did enjoy this twink fic and I would recommend it because it’s a little out of my comfort zone but well-written. I do love me some X-EXO Chēn paired with a pliable Jongdae (or two)!
Chen slumps back into Chēn’s shoulder at the press of four fingers sinking smoothly into him. He gasps through the fullness, breathing shallowly as a thumb nudges his stretched rim.
“I’m sorry,” Chen vaguely thinks he hears just before the thumb instantly breaches him.
“So beautiful,” Chēn moans, a beautiful breathy lilt that has Chen’s ears ringing as pain takes over him.
He whimpers steadily, trying ineffectively to squirm from the penetration but Chēn keeps him immobile.
His whimpers turn into sobs when Jongdae curls his hand into a fist inside him.
“So good, oh you’re so perfect Chennie,” Chēn breathes into his ear, fingers tracing his overstuffed rim.
Chen can’t even think, refuses to comprehend that right now it’s Jongdae’s wrist that Chēn is tracing.
“He’s not breathing steadily,” Jongdae says over his head, and until then Chen hadn’t realized how erratic his breathing had become, how lightheaded he feels.
Hands undo his gag and Chen greedily sucks in deep gulps of air. Each breath in makes him contract around the hand in his ass and it sends him spiraling right back into a mess.
“Shh, don’t cry, you’re doing so well,” Chēn praises, thumbing the tears from Chen’s eyes. Chen stares helplessly at his double, feeling as if he’s one wrong twitch away from falling apart. He takes it all in, the blue eye, the white eyelashes, the piercings. Everything that Chēn did to mark himself apart from Chen, but to highlight the beauty they both share.
“Please, it’s too much,” Chen pleads, voice airy and barely audible. “‘m so full. I can’t.”
“You can,” Chēn says earnestly. “You did. The hard part is already over, Chennie. Now you just have to feel good.”
Notes: As a celebration of King Jongdae’s first solo album (oh my god I’m in love with Love Words probably gonna make one out of it) , here is a new angst for you all! Didn’t mean to be that long but i like it though :) enjoy and sorry for any mistakes! :)
It has been days since the last time Jongdae sleep peacefully, also days since she was gone. The house was empty, but his heart was emptier, he could hear every second passed without you beside him, he missed feeling her warmth in that bed. She was the only light of his life, yet he let her go so easy, so easy that he wished someone had stopped his stupid behavior and moreover his sharp knife words to her that night.
Jongdae followed (Y/N) furiously into the house, he was ready to pour his anger out to her. He was never someone who got jealous easily since he knew what’s his couldn’t be taken away but that night was different,
“What game were you trying to pull off, (Y/N)? Fucking tell me right now” his tone was chilling.
“I wasn’t doing anything at all, in fact, it was him who came to see me first and also I have been nothing but loyal only to you.” she tried to remain calm.
“That’s fucking bullshit, I saw his hands were all over your body, He is your bloody ex for fuck’s sake!” Jongdae said in one breathe with his eyes filled in anger and she even believed that night Jongdae might be possessed with something because he’s an angelic person that never gets mad even when she does something utterly embarrassing and stupid in public.
“Is it necessary for you to shout like that?” her mind went wild that night, she was already caught up with so many deadlines and she even fulfilled his wish to go on his friend’s party.
“Yes because you were looking like a slut” his words choked her breathe out in a snap, she was taken back by his words and stepped back from him with tears threatening to fall. There was a silence between the two of them.
“That’s fucking it. We should break up. I can’t take any more drama with you and your ex” Jongdae finally spoke up, she glanced up with her cheeks already wettened by tears. She was about to burst out any seconds but instead she took her bag and left the house she shared with Jongdae. After she left, Jongdae took a good one hour before processing everything, he took out his phone “Hyung, I broke up with (Y/N)” his voice came out defeated. “What did you do to her until she wants to break up with you?” Minseok was ready to beat the shit out of Jongdae anytime. “It was me, I am the one who said that to her and” he took a deep breathe “I called her a slut for being near to her ex tonight” he didn’t realize that he started to cry, his heart clenched when he repeats that word “Are you out of your fucking mind, Kim Jongdae? You fucking call her a slut and break up with her after that? Knowing that she devoted the last 2 years for you?” Minseok practically shouted from the other line, making tears streamed down more. Minseok heard Jongdae sniffing, making him sigh in frustration “I’ll do what I can, I’ll try to talk to her. Just answer me directly, do you still love her? and do you mean any word you said?” Minseok said. “Yes, I love her so much that everything was caused by stupid ass jealousy and I never want her to walk out of my life. Please, please tell her that” with that he hung up the phone and curled himself on the floor, thinking about her feeling after such harsh words came out from his mouth.
He called Minseok about her response, he said that she’s over the way he treated her, he knew right at that moment he will just be a coward for not facing her at all, he was hurt and shame of himself, he couldn’t even keep someone who means so much for him. He laid on his bed again, he even tried to sleep that night, the sleeping pill was working well, but his brain somehow won’t cooperate with him, he kept on seeing her with a sad smile held by someone else, someone he didn’t know. He wanted to reach her hand so bad, but he couldn’t.
“You said you love me” her lips quivered as she was taken away with that person he saw.
“No, no, don’t leave me. I can’t live without you, (Y/N). I’m sorry it was a mistake, an idiot mistake” he even kneeled into the ground.
“Goodbye, Jongdae,” she said.
He jumped out of the bed, sweating and breathing hard. He felt suffocated after that dream, without any preparation, he took his car key and drove straight to her friend’s apartment where she has been staying for days. He didn’t even realize that it was 2 am in the morning, he knocked on the door so hard, he just wanted to see her face even if it’s the last time. He was greeted by the sight of sleepy (Y/N), he felt his heart softened by her sight only. At first, she was ready to punch whoever the hell’s knocking, yet there Jongdae stood, with his pajamas, hands trembling and face looking so pale. She covered her mouth looking at her, without a second thought, she searched for his car key and placed his hand over her shoulder to carry his weight back into his car. She drove straight into the hospital, “Whe-ere are we going?” Jongdae said with his eyes closed. “Hospital, I’m taking you into the ER” she talked while driving and glancing at him for a few times, making sure that he’s still conscious. His body felt too weak to even argue with her, how he simply just miss being with him that’s all he needed.
“He is severely dehydrated, it seems like he hasn’t been eating for a few days,” the doctor said to her, checking in his heart rate. “He should be fine after getting shots and you can take him home again after that” the doctor flashed a smile at her, she bowed and thanked him. She turned to see Jongdae with his eyes closed, she felt her heart ached at the sight of him, he should be the one who’s guilty not her. She was about to process with the administration when Jongdae grabbed her hand “Please stay, don’t go, please, I can’t let you go again” he opened his eyes slowly with a tear on his right eye’s corner. She sighed and took a seat next to him, holding his hand between her hands tightly, “I won’t do stupid things again, I’m sorry” he burst in tears. “Sshh, it’s okay baby, you can stop crying now, I’m here” she brushed off his tears with her thumb.
A/N: Just curious, is this one angsty enough? or not at all? let me know! :)
[☆] Title: Loved You a Long Time ↝ Jongin/Jongdae ↝ NC-17 ↝ Reincarnation AU, 11K ↝ Summary: “Listen to me, and believe me when I say this. I love you. I’ve loved you for a thousand years. And I will love you a thousand more to come. Whatever happened to us then, or what happens to us now, that remains forever true." https://archiveofourown.org/works/11573058
Group: EXO, (all) Focus on BaekChen as the victims
Ch: 1, 2
Words: 1651
Tags/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Horror, Psychological Horror, Survival Horror, Movie: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Gang Rape, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Violence, Threats of Violence, Sexual Violence, Non-Consensual Violence, Threats, Death Threats, Heavy Angst, Sadism
Summary: Baekhyun and Jongdae should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk. Inspired by Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
“K-keep us?” Baekhyun asks, a slight stutter in his speech as Chanyeol and Kyungsoo remove the blindfolds revealing the allurement beneath them. He grips Jongdae’s hands tighter, afraid to open his eyes.
Jongdae, on the other hand, has his eyes open and his mind ready in anticipation for what the unveiling means and who intends to see them.
“Yes, puppy. We’re going to keep you if you do well tonight.” Chanyeol reaches out his rough hand and runs it across Baekhyun’s smooth skin. “So soft.” This boy was beneath him in every sense. Smaller, timid, fragile, and pretty. He was everything Chanyeol could hope for in a toy and he couldn’t wait to exploit it.
Baekhyun opens his eyes now attempting to swallow all the fear that threatens to arise. “S-so you’re n-not going to hurt us?”
Jongdae breathes in, knowing, but Baekhyun doesn’t see it.
“Oh, baby boy.” Chanyeol continues caressing Baekhyun’s face, a false act of comfort. “Of course we’re going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you as you ride my dick by entering you raw and choking that beautiful, little neck of yours. No, don't pout. You know you'd like that. I bet you're a little masochist, huh? You ever been with someone as big as me?”
Baekhyun shakes his head no, tears threatening to fall, sucking in his chest to try and calm his breath. He doesn’t want this. He’s never been with anyone, let alone someone as big as he imagines Chanyeol to be. He doesn’t want his first time to be with this monster and he doesn’t know how to get out of it.
“No? Then I should let you know upfront that I’m going to destroy you. I’ll make it so rough baby boy. You’ll never forget it. I’ll enter you raw and make you bleed. I'm gonna smear cum and blood all over you.” He looks back at Suho who nods. “Some bleeding is fine as long as it doesn’t leave scarring. The type that’s not allowed is the type Kyungsoo had too much fun with one time and we had to scrub the entire room of all that blood. It was such a mess. But unlike Kyungsoo over there, I’m not THAT violent and I’m generous. I promise I’ll give you so much fucking pleasure with the pain. You’ll moan for me baby and beg for me before it’s over. You want that sweet aching hole ate out, don’t you? Nod puppy. I know you want it."
Baekhyun doesn't move, doesn't know how to react. Chanyeol helps him, nods Baekhyun's head for him. "Feel me, Baekie, I’m already hard for you.” He takes Baekhyun’s hand away from Jongdae and places it on his pants, thin enough for the smaller one to feel everything and, to his horror, Chanyeol is as big as he imagined. If not bigger. It's frightening to think about. He knows that Chanyeol will use his towering size and erection to his detriment, making him suffer in ways he never thought possible. He tries to jerk his hand back but Chanyeol is strong, much stronger than Baekhyun, and he easily holds it in place. He presses it firmly to his erection and rubs Baekhyun’s hand up and down his shaft, leaning forward and moaning in Baekhyun’s ear. “This is all for you later, puppy.” He smirks and looks to Kyungsoo who hasn’t determined what he’s going to do with the pretty boy who remains sitting still, eyes on the ground. Daddy sits back and watches it all like someone would watch a movie; Kai by his side unmoving, silent. A good soldier.
“Say something.” A command by Kyungsoo who doesn’t budge from his position. This has Jongdae looking up making eye contact for the first time. Captor and captive. Jongdae tries to mask the defiance in his eyes, the fire that burns everything Jongdae is holding back, but it’s to no avail. It’s almost as if Kyungsoo can see through him or read his thoughts and it’s in this moment that Jongdae realizes “say something” is both a test and a threat. On any given day Jongdae would retort with “something” as a one-up to the person making a threat to him and his best friend, protective as he is. But this isn’t any given day and he has no idea what reply he’s expected to give so he simply responds with “What would you have me say?”
A smirk. It earns him a smirk from this solemn-looking maniac.
The maniac that gave off a very keen sense that something is brooding within him, ready to overflow if the right buttons are pushed. Jongdae hopes to heaven that he will not push those buttons tonight, that he will control his tongue, and that he and Baekhyun will make it out alive. “Daddy” might be chaotic - a bit like the Joker with more of a stern temper. And Chanyeol might be chaotic in that dark perverted sense. But Kyungsoo doesn’t seem chaotic at all. Each movement seems purposeful. A machine, driven, with well-oiled parts. Or a ticking time bomb. It was hard to tell. And, for whatever reason, his interest was the kitten-lipped boy sitting beneath him, head down and eyes averted.
“Tell me Jongdae… Baekhyun…. Out of everyone here, who would you rather fuck first?” Their eyes look up to Daddy who interjects himself between the tension. “I’ll give each of you a chance to go first and you won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t say it’s me.” He lets out a hearty chuckle, satisfied with his joke. The reality given normal circumstances is that Daddy is attractive and he knows it. Lush, thick hair, a beautiful hairline, thick eyebrows, petite face, and puckering lips. He has the type of face you’d see on the cover of a magazine. Yet he chose this life and all it had or didn’t have to offer. “We’ll start with the oldest.”
Baekhyun’s panic sets in “I-I’ve never. I can’t…”
“You can and you will. Don’t make me take you for myself without you choosing Baekhyun. I am trying to do you a favor.” Daddy’s personality is mutable. Laughing one minute, threatening the next. All tinged with a modicum of sober intent.
Jongdae can feel Baekhyun’s dread, his hysteria rising. This entire situation is too much pressure on a boy who only wanted to enjoy a few days with his best friend. The dissolved safety coupled with never having sex before and now having to do so in front of or with strangers leads his usual cool demeanor to fade into oblivion while this panicked one emerges.
“I-I’ll do it.” Jongdae calls out, hoping he’s not reprimanded for inflating his turn. He’s never thought about doing these things with Baekhyun but if it means he can save his friend some trauma and pain then by all means. At least he would be gentle with Baekhyun’s first time and if the tables are turned he knows Baekhyun will be gentle with him. He cannot say the same for anyone else here. Chanyeol had just threatened to rape Baekhyun and make him bleed. And God knows what Kyungsoo has planned for Jongdae. It’s better this way.
The indignation in Chanyeol builds swiftly. “Absolutely not! No fucking way! Kai did not steal these fucking twinks to let them have sex with each other. And my dick isn’t hard to fuck… who.. Kyungsoo… Kai… you?!”
Daddy sits back, calm, smiling, and speaks in a slow manner. “If I wasn’t in such a good mood because of this fresh meat my baby Nini brought us, you’d be chained in the basement and I’d be telling Kyungsoo to sharpen his instruments. Don’t you EVER talk to me like that again. Do you understand me, Chanyeol? If you don’t want your meat suit drying in the sun, that is. Show. Me. Respect.”
Chanyeol's eyes widen at the thought of what he had just done, the disrespect he'd shown, and the selfishness he displayed. “I’m sorry Daddy. I-I don’t know what overcame me. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
“You did, boy. But, like I said, I'm in a good mood. Another reason I’m excusing you is that I like to see my boys primal. Primal urges. Primal actions. You want to rape this pretty boy so bad, make him yours? Be the first one inside him?”
Chanyeol caresses Baekhyun’s face again, eyes tearing up at the thought of losing out on this innocent boy to anyone else. “Yes Daddy.”
“Hmm… To be fair, I wouldn’t mind these two twinks fucking each other. But at the same time, I don’t want to see you sad son.”
A dilemma helped by Kai who suggested writing the names down and drawing the choice fairly and Chanyeol who suggested tossing a coin or a die, but Kyungsoo had the best idea. “Why don’t they fight and the winner takes all?” It wasn’t fair in the slightest. Someone small like Jongdae could not take on someone like Chanyeol unless they were especially skilled in some type of fighting, which Jongdae was not. Daddy loved the idea because of what it meant. That Baekhyun would tell Jongdae no, not to risk it, not with these men because you never know what could happen. And Jongdae reassuring he would risk it all to save Baekhyun from Chanyeol. To Baekhyun pleading even if Jongdae goes first, Chanyeol and the others will still share them both. And at least if Chanyeol goes first, Baekhyun can be safe in the knowledge that Jongdae’s not bleeding out somewhere and then still having to please these sadists, bruised and bloody. Daddy lets them discuss it between themselves, imagining the conversation. He sees Baekhyun and Jongdae cry and hug each other, knowing it means that Jongdae gave in to Baekhyun and that Chanyeol would, in fact, fuck Baekhyun first.
Group: EXO, (all) Focus on BaekChen as the victims
Ch: 1
Words: 1840
Tags/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Horror, Psychological Horror, Survival Horror, Movie: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Gang Rape, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Violence, Threats of Violence, Sexual Violence, Non-Consensual Violence, Threats, Death Threats, Heavy Angst, Sadism
Summary: Baekhyun and Jongdae should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk. Inspired by Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Kai watched as Daddy continued his assault on the skinny boy with the beautiful neck and cute puppy whimpers, still bound with his hands tied and eyes blindfolded. Daddy looked like he wanted to eat this one. Kai hoped it wouldn't come to that.
“Baby, you whimper so pretty. Just as pretty as you are underneath all of this.” Daddy still hadn’t seen Baekhyun or Jongdae’s faces but it’s something he could tell by the smell of them. They smelled terrified and that was enough. “So slender. Full and delicate. I’m going to have so much fun with you later baby boy.” Daddy touched Baekhyun’s neck, giving it a brief squeeze, holding for a few seconds so Baekhyun’s breath would become erratic and his panic would set in. Daddy’s favorite part was always the fear. Fear and lust. Most of the ones they caught were purposed for entertainment, "to have a good time" Daddy would say. But some ended up for dinner - if they failed at entertaining their hosts. Daddy really doesn't like boring guests.
“You’ll like our game sweet boys… won’t you?” He paused, waiting for an answer they didn’t know to give. “I said... “ Daddy grabbed Baekhyun’s face. Hard. “I said… you’ll like our game, won’t you boys?” Baekhyun cried out but shook his head. He was determined to make this easier on himself no matter how terrifying the situation was. Maybe he could make it out alive if he just cooperated. “This one will be a good boy.” Daddy states looking back at Kai and Chanyeol who stood there waiting for a command, dicks still semi-hard in their pants. “Let’s hope he’s as good a boy as you two were.” Proud at the sight of their hard-ons.
“But this one….” Daddy looked at the quiet one. The one with the kitten lips. He stayed still, almost like a mannequin. Or more like he was thinking how best to get out of there. Could he tell that Kyungsoo and Daddy were watching him, daring him to make a move? The other boys watched as well, hoping he wouldn’t. He was too pretty to put down so early. “I expect an answer from both of you. That means you too baby boy. You don’t want me to hurt you so soon, do you?” He smirked before diving in and deeply giving Jongdae a kiss through the cloth binding his senses. He was hungry for both of them already.
This woke Jongdae up. He shook his head just as fervently as Baekhyun had done moments ago. “Please don’t hurt me. Please… please don’t hurt either of us. We-we haven’t even seen your faces. We could just… You could just let us go. Drive us back and we’ll never mention it to anyone. We promise. Right, Baek-” He stopped himself. Jongdae was panicked for sure. Who wouldn’t be? But he wasn't about to tell these vile excuses for humans either of their names.
“Baek-... You mean…” Daddy paused, pulling out Baekhyun and Jongdae’s Identification cards and turning them over in his hands, waiting to let the anticipation build. He sometimes had a flare for the dramatic. “Byun Baekhyun and… let’s see here.. Kim Jongdae. Born the same year? Curious. Maybe we can have fun with that later.”
Jongdae exhaled and Kyungsoo could read it. Disappointment. In himself. In the situation. Of course, these freaks had their identification cards. Jongdae was hoping the person that took Baekhyun and Jongdae had left them behind. He’d felt suspicious towards the “Sheriff” but what could he do, speed off, and get pulled over anyway? He had told Baekhyun to store their cards under the seat, out of direct eyesight, and Baekhyun had questioned but did it anyway. Implicit trust in each other. That’s what kept them alive all these years, even in their teen years when they were ready to jump off a bridge at a dare. They actually did it once, a lake below them, and a highway behind them. Well, Baekhyun was ready to just do it, whatever it was, and Jongdae was right there with him. Together. Always.
These “people” must have looked hard and found them anyway. This means they have practice. Jongdae and Baekhyun are NOT the first ones to come through here - and that makes his throat tighten and stomach turn. Jongdae had seen movies like this and they never let their victims go. This won’t end well. He knew that like he knew they should have pulled over when the fog rolled in. He didn’t listen to his better judgment then but he would now. He wasn’t one to brag unnecessarily but these backwoods pieces of filth were in no way smarter than him. The movies didn’t normally end well, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.
“Well boys, I’m pleased to meet you. My name’s Suho. You will call me Daddy unless I tell you otherwise. Chanyeol. Kai. Let’s get these boys inside.”
Baekhyun and Jongdae felt themselves being hoisted above the shoulders of two people who were definitely bigger than them like they were lifting feathers and not two males in their 20s. Baekhyun wanted to struggle but he knew it was pointless. If anything “Daddy” would discipline and he definitely didn’t want that.
“Now, let me explain how this will work” Daddy began as Chanyeol and Kai sat down the two smaller ones on a couch, still bound and blindfolded. “Take those blindfolds off now boys. Let’s see their pretty faces they’ve been hiding.”
We’ve been hiding? You sick fuck, YOU’RE the one who kidnapped us! Jongdae wanted to yell it from the top of his lungs but he knew that wasn’t smart. This situation and these ignorant people were already pushing his limits though and he was hoping he could maintain his composure. Baekhyun must have felt it because he moved his slender fingers toward Jongdae, finding his hand, and wrapping their fingers closely, giving Jongdae a small but comforting grip to let his best friend know he understood but to keep his calm. It wasn’t that Jongdae was violent by any means. He wasn’t. If anything he was a pacifist. It’s just that he has a smart mouth that can sometimes get the best of him and which he truly should not use now under any circumstances.
And Baekhyun knew this. He’d been friends with Jongdae since they were teetering around their parents' house. Jongdae’s mom having been Baekhyun’s mom’s best friend since college. Sometimes these types of friendships don’t work out and it’s just the parents who are close. This wasn’t the case for them. Baekhyun and Jongdae were different. They got on well from the beginning, even before their first words and their bond only grew since then. It wasn't that Baekhyun could feel Jongdae getting upset. It’s that he knew Jongdae so well. He knew his likes and dislikes, and Jongdae knew his. He knew the ins and outs of Jongdae’s mind that when this “Daddy” stepped over the line one too many times, Baekhyun knew. He knew Jongdae needed him and he knew exactly what the younger one needed. So he gave it to him. Freely.
“Awww look at the babies, how sweet they are together. Comforting each other like it matters.” Daddy snickered, clearly amused by the two small boys beneath him. He didn’t mind if they touched each other. He preferred it. They would, after all, be touching each other in many different ways tonight. “Go ahead. You can hold onto each other… for as long as you can.” He laughed hard at that. He seems to amuse himself a lot, Jongdae thinks, wondering if he can find a way to take advantage of that later. He scoots closer to Baekhyun, not letting their hands part, and lays his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder. Neither boys are sure how long they’ll be able to stay like this. For now, it’s enough.
“Innocent puppy and kitten.” Suho smiles. He can’t wait to see them wrecked, in tears. They’ll cry, beg, and moan before the night’s over. They all do.
“This gives me an idea. You see, I have two boys of my own that are close. One of them made puppy noises when I first got him. Chanyeol come here. And the other was a silent stoic type, a bit like our kitten there. Kyungsoo. And Kai… well baby, you like watching right? You don’t like to get your hands or your conscience dirty?” He didn’t let Kai answer. Daddy rarely let Kai answer. When they get toys and Daddy does this it means later Kai will be Daddy’s toy. Daddy used to say that he likes to marinate his meat. Working Kai up, not letting him have fun when he’s the one who got the boys, who discovered their IDs, and who brought them back, is doing exactly that. Letting Kai marinate in frustration so Daddy can work it out of him later.
“Chanyeol. Kyungsoo. I want you two to have fun with our little puppy and kitten here. You can bruise them, make them cry, gag them, and penetrate them with whatever you want. You understand?” They nod. Kyungsoo has been waiting to get his hands on that little kitten, the one whose anger was building before puppy boy calmed him down. He’ll bring it out of him, make him do something he’ll regret. “No scarring, which means no bleeding.” He looks at Kyungsoo... “And they have to stay conscious. Understood?” The boys nod again as Baekhyun and Jongdae squeeze each other tighter.
“I’m sorry.” Baekhyun whispers to Jongdae, regret deep in his voice. “I shouldn’t have pressed to keep going. I just… I didn’t want to lose hours because of that fog. We were supposed to make memories…” Jongdae can feel Baekhyun’s shoulders slump, guilt, and self-appointed blame taking over his small frame. It’s not his fault. He has to know that. But before Jongdae can respond, a figure clouds the light and takes rest at Baekhyun’s knees. “It’s okay Puppy.” He grabs Baekhyun’s chin, caressing it softly in rough hands. “Don’t worry, okay?" The voice sounded sincere but something felt off. Baekhyun couldn't place it but Jongdae could. He wanted to feel comforted, to believe that one of these men isn't some deranged sicko bent on hurting Jongdae and him. Jongdae knew better, could sense what was coming. "My name’s Chanyeol and I’ll help you make memories tonight."
"You will?" Baekhyun asks, looking up, eyes still blindfolded but an air of innocence pervading him.
"Yes sweetheart. I'll help you make soo many memories tonight you will wish you could forget them." Chanyeol's grip tightens on Baekhyun's face as his hand slides down towards his waist and onto his bulge, the smaller now feeling a sense of panic set in as Daddy laughs in the back and Jongdae balls his fist into a knuckle; a sight not unseen by Kyungsoo.
