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Yapping yapping complain yapping.

Ngl I'm happy... No. I'm not happy. Neither am I unhappy with the current pop up store. Especially we got ai allegations going on. Idc if the staff denied it. Okay, cool. Those are just semi realism arts. But that didn't push aside the fact that ai is involved in smth else. They have used ai music before under one of the silly lookism post. They made ai music in the recent ost album. And if I'm not wrong ai background in one of the chapter before(?).

I'm just gonna complain again about the merch as I often do in this blog. I still adore Jaegyeon, but not as I once before. And his merchandise? Didn't get me hype as I expected. Sure when they first leaked them, they looked cool. But now it just seems repetitive in a way? They just starts spamming craps. Making new merch of the same freaking character as if there isn't anyone else that we should appreciate?

Uhh hello? They made summer standee 2.0. Where is Mary and Mira? Bro they could have add Crystal too! Instead they added fuckass T*ejin in the roster! Where. Are. The. Girls. The girls that uhh, oh you know? Actually made it in the animation of Busan in Splash?

"oh but they're in the SD line." You know who ISN'T in the SD line summer edition? Hudson. He got standee in 2.0 but somehow his chibi figure didn't make it in the blind box 💀 what?

And then the fist gang IDs. Tom, Gapryong, Jinyeong. Hmmm I think someone's missing. Oh right! Ding ding ding ding! Elite!

Changsu! A newbie, already got one heck of a treatment. Whatever, man. Jinrang! Hmmm aren't you a newbie too but where are your merch, dude? 🤔🤔 Welp! I guess they don't care about you since you're not exactly one of the OG first generation kings from that one panel where of everyone's silhouette. But guess who's there? Changsu Oh! Case closed!

Yeowool Ha! Ykw. I'm so exhausted talking about her. Such a fucking waste of a character. The daughter of the pre generation king. The daughter that have the potential to be as equally strong as her adoptive brothers but noooo Ptj HATES woman. Ptj is ALLERGIC to give women power to lead and/or have muscles. Looking at Crystal. Man, the impact from his divorce is showing.

Seongji! Omg, please stop. He don't need to be at every single merch event and au. We get it! People love him! But you know who I love? The OTHER OG kings! Like, man idk. Taesoo Ma, Gongseop Ji, JICHANG KWAK and SEOKDU WANG maybe... But nooo people only cares about the mermaid, about Olly that apparently made it to the merch and not Sally or Warren. Bc he's well written or some shit. (He is, but that doesn't dismiss him for being an absolute piece of shit. That includes Yujae and Jinyeong who died doing smth heroic ig aww 🥺🥺🥺)

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Tw: power play, cnc, forced creampie.

Also kinda long. Mdni.

Dynamic duo.

One with enough knowledge would refer you and J as such. But one with higher knowledge knows it's not always that. It is often... unlabeled. Or too much labels. Rivals? Perhaps. Acquaintances? Sometimes. But friends? Far from that.

Nobody would see you two in a room together. Not because you're avoiding him. There's just no occasion where it allows your presence to be beside his. But when universe allows it, you communicate professionally, giving nothing away that could means expose your true emotions towards your beloved...partner, let's say.

You and him been going on and on about it since you can remember. Every time you try to one-up him, you would always failed.

Again and again and the closest you could get is a tie yet never a true win. That pisses you off beyond anything in this world, because of the sheer inferiority you suffered from just one guy.

It had you asking yourself why. Why him? Out of all the others that you could've challenge and waste your time and effort on. Though the math is simple. If you can't get pass him, how can you get pass others above him?

The thought itself makes you livid. To the point you wanna skin yourself alive out of frustration because simply thrashing around and beating people up isn't enough. They are simply ants. But J...

J is some sort of enigma you can't quite solve. And you hate not knowing things. Let alone see the error of your mistake in order to fix your own steps to achieve your goal. That one goal is like an itchy spot you couldn't reach. And that same spot you can't seem to react is his weakness.

Call yourself petty, but pettiness keeps you going. Using that dissatisfaction as a tool to motivate you and push you to your limit.

And yet you wondered, is this your limit? Because you felt nothing. You didn't feel stronger, you didn't feel better about anything. You continue to see this figure overshadowed you as his back faces you.

You jaw clenched as your teeth grind until you hear your teeth chipped. If only there's one thing you can do better than he can. Something, anything! Just one thing that can help you gain an ego back.

Funny enough you had thought of one. But whether you can one-up him on this, it's always up to the both of you. Now asking yourself again. Is this worth risking your own dignity? Just to take down one single man?

"You're so ready to spread your legs for me."

The answer is a solid no.

He's not helping. When does he ever? He never require you any assistance.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up." You chant through your teeth. "What the fuck does that supposed to mean?!"

J smirked, condescendingly so. "You do realize that if you want to top someone, that is not the position you should be in." He gestured you with his hand.

Your face fell as you looked at yourself, laying on the mattress like a hot meal. "What do you mean??"

He took a hot minute, eyeing you behind his square framed glasses up and down before using two of his fingers to raise your chin up to face him directly,

"You're a virgin."

"Fuck you!"

He pulled his hand back before you could managed to slap it away. With your quick and defensive tone, he only received a confirmation. A rookie mistake. You aren't even helping yourself either. Usually he wouldn't mind. He knew you professional enough to not make such hasty mistakes. But this?

He wasn't so sure if he's disappointed or amused.

"Don't move." He ordered. Which you obeyed.

"Oh, you listened..." His eyes changed with fascination. You caught yourself, heat immediately covered your face. Why did you do that?? "Stop doing that!"

He ignored your plea as he unbuckled his belt, "Get undress."

"Excuse me?" Words caught up in your throat but as expected your hand move around your uniform as if you've been hypnotized. Luckily you managed to catch yourself from doing so.

"Or I can do it for you. Your choice."

Fuck.

You absolutely despise him whenever he would use that authority tone to show as if he owns the place. You included. It makes your skin crawl. And not in a good way.

Yet foolishly enough you decided to be brave, despite the slight trembling in your voice. "Yeah? ...Why don't you come here and do it for me?"

J didn't waste time as he marched towards the bed. Making you flinched unexpectedly when he crawled on top of you and took off your clothes piece by piece before tossing them onto the floor without a care.

He then shred the rest of his own clothing until he is left in his undergarments, "Kiss me." He demanded, his naked strong arms balanced on your sides to also prevent you from escaping.

"Wha-ahk!" You snapped, unable to react fully when he fisted the back of your hair harshly, exposing your neck.

"Cooperate." He breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "We can always do this the hard way. You put yourself in this situation, remember?"

You gritted your teeth, "You're twisting my words."

"Am I?" He pulled back to look at you with narrowed eyes, "You said you want to show me that you're better at fucking than me, when you didn't even know how. Are you trying to make me laugh?"

"Inexperienced as hell." His voice lowed and measured in a husk tone, "I don't know if I'm disappointed or turned on."

You are in turmoil when he caught you red-handed. He's deciding between wanting to mock your continuously or leave the room so you'd keep your dignity. Yes, he expected inexperience. But not a full blown virgin. And how does he knows this? Well, you didn't deny it when you had the chance. It's not rocket science.

Whether your dignity is spared, it's a shame to not indulge you for once in a blue moon. So he continued, "Obviously you don't even know the first thing about sex and we would've stop here but since I'm feeling nice, let's just finish what you can't seem to start."

Your chest heavied, sharp breathing came from your nostrils as you look at him with those fury eyes. Unfortunately they don't do much due to your locked position.

Talk about pathetic.

"You're all talk, you know that?" J stared down at you as he tightening his grip to make a point. Ignoring that it sent pain through your scalp, "Always have been."

"Since the beginning, you've always been a pain in my ass. Though I'll admit. You deserve extra credits for being annoyingly persistent."

His eyes never left your blazing ones. He can understand how you try to grow balls even in such a helpless state. But you forgot that it does nothing to him except pissing him off more.

"But quess what? You're not the only one who's capable enough to be equally persistent." He used his other hand to grip your cheeks, keeping your face close to his as he made his promise to you,

"And assure you. I can be worst." He then move his face to your ear hole, "Because everything that you are, I can always do better. No?"

That made you snapped. He pulled back, observing your as as you struggled angrily in his iron grip. Your breathing turned into frustrated huffs. Like a savaged animal trying to break free from its shackle and attack its threat.

J sits up in all glory while keeping his hand on your cheeks. His legs settled besides yours. His free hand keep your both wrists locked together to ensure himself from being attack by you.

He just stared at you as you tried to bite his hand. Not like that do anything. In fact it stir an unease feeling inside him that he can't quite decipher.

From amusement, he found himself being awfully... sad? No. Disappointed? Perhaps that's the word for now.

He expected a greater fight from you. Especially from you.

You — unknowingly to you — are supposed to be his equal. But that respect is lost the moment you gave yourself to him in such a prohibited way.

Now he's no religious man, he knows a thing or two about worshipping. But he's not going to worship you. Because there's nothing worth worshipping in front of him when you deserve none of his respect.

Without wasting another seconds, he turned his hand on your face to forced your mouth open before crashing his lips onto yours. He didn't ask for permission as he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. Colliding and tasting your essence despite not admitting how good it feels to take you again and again.

His grasp moved down to grip your throat, not quite choking but enough to insert dominance than he already shown tonight. Every time helpless moans and whimpers escaped you, he only deepened the kiss, purposely trying to suffocate you if possible.

He keeps drowning you in the endless kisses, ignoring how sloppy it gets while he keeps your mouth open for him. And when he pulled back, not even enough for you to gasp for air, immediately he continues to lock his lips onto yours.

You choked, "Ah- ngh! Hkh!" You couldn't even form a single word, simply because he didn't let you. And slowly you turned dizzy, from both the lack of air and the consistent assault of his lips.

Sensing this, he withdrew fully and you let out a massive coughing fit. Your eyes watered as your body trembling after your breath were taken away, literally.

He too drank the sight of your pathetic face. Feeling your limping in his grasp he released you. Letting your hands falls to your sides as you continued to cough and snuffle. After discarding his glasses onto the nightstand, he pulled your face back to look at him.

"Stay conscience." He lightly slapped your cheek to keep your awake. "I want you to remember every bit of this. You understand?"

You could only mustered a weak whimper. With your eyes half lidded and your sore lips parted slightly, you actually looked like how you're supposed to be.

Beneath him. Literally and figuratively.

When he released you, all hands off of you he let you have a moment to process your thoughts. If you able to even form one right now.

You shifted, turning your head aside against the pillow. Already regretting your decisions. This doesn't feel right. You feel oddly disgusted by this version of him.

And it makes you upset than angry like you usually does. You are nowhere near his level and possibly never will be. Your eyes emptied as you thought of what's to come. And speaking of, without waiting for a green light (not like there is to begin with) J leaned back down to plant kisses on your jawline down to your neck and collarbone.

He apply hot open-mouthed kisses on your skin, sucking on them then sooth them with gentle licks. His tongue then traces up to your Adam's apple deliberately that sent you goosebumps.

You groaned, "Stop." finally turning to face him.

Even now you still have the audacity to think you can make such demands. Do you know you already lost those rights? Luckily he's not going to take your right for free speech. But your last words definitely going to be the thing that you'll be chanting.

How long as it been? Minutes? Hours? You lost count the moment J forced that kiss onto you and made you stop breathing. Now he also have made you stop thinking.

"S-st-op... Ngh..." You grunt, tossing your head back in pure ecstacy. Your body jerked violently as he pounded into you with wild abandon, the wet squelch of his cock driving into your well-used hole filling the air of the bedroom. Your words kept cutting off while getting hammered by him.

His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, spreading them wider as he watched his shaft disappear over and over.

And unlike you, he counted. He have came inside you exactly 3 times. So yes, it surprised him that you still able to throw him glares when you thought he didn't notice. Perhaps there's still more fight left in you. Luckily his stamina is high.

"F-uck...pl-ease." you sobbed, though trying to be brave. You have been. Trying to keep that angry look on your face when you should have been grateful for his attention. His giving you what you want isn't it? Isn't that what you been asking all this time.

His attention, his acknowledgement. His...cock?

"Please what?" He mocked gently, while keeping his pace measured as he gives deep strokes that's been driving you insane for the past hour.

You gripped the sheets like holding for your deal life as you let out a horrid groan.

"Stop!" You begged. Despite listening to your plead, he turned your body around so your back would face him. Instead spreading your ass wider as he settle his unprotected cock back inside your warm not-so-welcome heat. He proceed with his previous pace, rapidly meeting his pelvis against your ass.

"Begging doesn't suit you."

J pant heavily, pressing his chest against your yours, and locked your neck using his muscular arm. The pressure of his body purposely grounding you in place as he takes you forcefully from behind, arching your back so you'd feel him hitting your sweet spots.

When you feel him throb inside you, you struggled again. Digging your nails into his skin, you shook your head helplessly trying to pull away or push him off as you did in your previous attempts.

"No, no- mmph!" Only for him to clasp his free palm on your mouth to shut you up. Your voice muffled while he continued his relentless assault, determined to claim every inch of your unwilling body. He could feel the your walls fluttering around him again, signaling another building release. Yet he showed no mercy. If anything it only spurred him on, making him thrust harder and deeper.

"Keep taking it. It's what you asked for."

J's face buried in your neck, growling as he redoubled his efforts, hammering into you with animalistic fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your mingled moans and your endless rejection, creating a debauched symphony.

When his orgasm approached, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, spilling your insides with another waves of his hot semen. He ground himself against your spasming hole, making sure every last drop was deposited deep within like before.

Your body turned limp when he stopped pulsing. After a minute of two of nestling inside you, he withdrew and let out a satisfying exhale.

"Fuck..."

His chest rises repeatedly after the aftermath subsided. Your hole clenched and released around the trail of cum oozing out as he reached for a cloth to clean you both up.

His eyes gaze down to your sweaty and exhausted figure. Your breath shook alongside your body that's trembling like a leaf that sent him sneering as if proud of his own masterpiece. He leaned down to press a soft kiss onto your lips. He tilted his head to deepened the kiss. It is gentle and slow. A contrast of his previous assaults.

When J pulled back, he collected his thoughts. Inhaling the scent of sex and sweat that clung to your skins while he traced your thigh with his calloused hand before settling back on your belly that's full of his semen.

Brushing his sweaty hair back, he decides the next thing of what he should do about you. Leave or stay until you both have your body fully recharge and perhaps discuss whether you actually match his level or not based on your performance.

When morning hits, before the sun even rises, you are the first to woke up. With your wobbly legs, you get off the bed and pick up your scattered clothes. You would've taken a proper shower but you can't risk staying longer. You'll have to face the embarrassment, but really. What the difference? You'll face him the same at work, only that he's not going to pull you away during shifts and press you about it. It'll be like it never happened, which sounds to you better than facing him now.

While you were too occupied looking for your missing underwear under the dark due to the lack of sunlight, J's have been awake for awhile. Your constant shift of discomfort on the mattress, kept him awake all night. He almost feel bad. Keyword: almost. Now he's debating whether he would alarm you with his consciences or keep observing you in silence until you eventually leave.

"Damnit..." You muttered, unable to locate your missing garment. His eyes level left as he watched your ass sticking out at every angles. He raised a brow under his tired expression. Unlike his own rough manhandled from last night, this scene is just ridiculous.

Like...are you running away or not? Because if so, you're bad at it. Not that he's planning on keeping you. He got work to do too in next two hours. Where you and him will be assigned for different missions and spend the months not seeing each other unless it's something personal. Like you asking for a spar or sometimes get a beer because you got no one else to go with.

His mind started drifted back to those moments when you demanded his attentions, typically when sun is about to set. You'd never admit it, no. Much like how you refuse to admit that you just can't seem to defeat him. Not even in bed.

For someone who refuse to admit a lot of things, you're quite vocal about it. Or maybe it's just him that he able to see through it.

Sighing, he picked up that missing undie you were looking that happened to be near him then tossed it on your back.

You flinched when you felt that gently impact of a fabric hit you. Frozen in place as your ass clenched together. Your shoulder tensed now realized you took too much of your time, J is already awake.

Slowly you turned over your shoulder, face still half asleep and your hair disheveled. Your eyes met his in the dark as your vision focused. The stare-off alone created a deafening silence, unsure of your neck move as he caught you about to escape the bedroom.

But is it ever count as escaping if he wasn't kidnapping you in the first place? Though after last night, you doubt your mind haven't realized how much his dominance have affected you. It felt wrong, going against your own principle. What the hell are you supposed to do now? Admit that he's just better? That's just mean admitting you're the loser you've always been.

You can always leave now and never speak to each other again. The cycle would continues. Or you could stay and see where things lead you to. For the better or worst.

Eventually you chose the latter, reluctantly so as you walked back towards the bed. The mattress shifted at it adjusted your weight beside him. You lay there and stared at the ceiling. But when you turned your head to look at him, his eyes were closed. Either going back to sleep or simply seeking an eye-shut before his shift started.

Nevertheless, he looked vulnerable and less daunting. His facial features softened as his chest rises gently. His breath evens and his muscles loosened, it makes you want to touch it.

You brought your hands to your face, pulling it down with annoyance on it's wake.

What have you got yourself into?

You're like this.... because of one fucking guy you swore to defeat.

"Just because I'm not leaving, doesn't mean anything." You marked, knowing he heard you. "And for the record, I...still don't admit defeat." You feel an odd knot in your stomach. Or was it butterflies? What are you? A lovesick fool? Gosh darn it!

"So, maybe. We can do a rematch." You muttered. Not having enough balls to say it out loud but the room is quiet enough to hear your volume just fine.

The corner of his lips curled slightly, only for it to disappear in a second.

Maybe, just maybe you are his equal after all. In your own sick ways anyway.

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