I scan the crowd of both Asians and
Americans but regardless of races I can say confidently that they are all
pretty shady. My eyes go to my grinning friend Jihyo, who has somehow convinced
me to come to a very nice club that just happens to be crawling with creeps.
Some of her other friends had told her how amazing the club, EXO, was but seem
to forget that you have to either look really slutty or really rich to get in.
That is how I ended up having to take off my jacket and stockings and now have
to stand in line in the freezing cold in nothing but a tight leather skirt and
one of Jihyo’s crop tops that could pass for a bra. She is in a similar skimpy
out fit, but she is actually wearing her only pair of shorts like that which
meant I had to wear the skirt.
“How much longer?” I groan as I begin
jogging in place, something I found easy in her five-inch heels.
She rolls her fake green eyes at
me, “We haven’t been waiting that long.”
“It’s been an hour. What are they
waiting for?” I glance down the line toward the closed doors.
“I thought you didn’t wanna come?”
She teases with a confident grin.
I scoff at her, “I still don’t, it
just happens to be better than freezing my ass off out here.”
“Maybe if you go shake it up there
we can get in.” She gestures to the large bouncer standing outside the main
“Fuck that, I would much rather
fuck Hoseok to get in,” Jihyo grins at the mention of her friend that works in
the club and also happens to have a massive crush on me.
“Would you please? I offered but he
didn’t believe me that you would follow threw.”
I glare at her, “You offered what?”
“Your precious virginity,” She
grins at me evilly.
“Ugh don’t say stuff like that.”
She continues to tease me, “What,
can’t handle the truth that you’re a 17 year old virgin?”
“Not all of us can be lucky enough to
lose their virginity in a school bathroom when we were 14,” I snap back. She just
grins at my mean words. “I can’t believe that you offered my virginity to some
guy to get into a club,” I pause as I rethink my words, “That’s a lie, I expect
nothing less from you.”
“I learned my bitchiness from you.”
“I’m giving this place five more
minutes than I’m leaving, with or without you.”
She fakes hurt, “You would leave me
to get drunk at a club by myself?”
“Yes, what will you do without
someone to take care of your drunken self?” I pat the younger girl’s head.
Just then the doors to the club
opened and the bouncer starts weeding through the people lined up in front of
him. I’m not surprised when lots of the guys or undeniably less attractive
girls start getting denied and pushed out of the line as others get to go
inside. When it’s our turn to be checked out, again, I’m not surprised when the
bouncer waves us in without as much of a glance at the fake IDs we worked hard
to get, though I understand why. Jihyo is an undeniable beauty with her long
raven locks and perfect doll like face. With the body of a fitness goddess and
legs for miles, I have always envied her 5’6 height. Standing at a small 5 foot but thankfully 5’5 in heels, I’m still dwarfed next to the beautiful girl.
Though I won’t admit it out loud I’m quiet a looker myself.
Being from a Korean father and a mother who is a mutt herself I was
lucky enough to inherit some very good qualities from different races. The nice curves and wavy locks that I received from my dark skinned mom seem to fit my cat like eyes I got for
my dad. Though I also got my short height from my dad’s side of the family too.
My hair is a blend of them, giving me perfect loose, black waves that hang
daintily against my back.
“Jooyoung!” Jihyo brings me out of
my thoughts to have me gawk at the massive club with her. The bar is to the
left; circle booths line two of the other walls while the huge DJ booth takes
up most of the other wall. Lights flash as the music blares through the massive
speakers making it hard to hear what Ji is trying to say to me. Realizing that
I can’t hear a word she is saying she just nods her head in direction of the
bar. I follow, our hands locked together to make sure we don’t loose each other
in the thick crowd. Once we reach the bar Ji manages to find an empty stool
that she quickly places me on. She stands close behind me, her hands resting on
the bar, locking me in and all the others out. Even though I’m older Ji is taller
and a little bit bigger than me, something that has made her a little over
protective, though I don’t really need it in places like this. Even though she
is always the one bringing me to them and the trouble along with her.
“Four shots of tequila!” She yells
to the hot bartender, who grins at us. Farther down behind the bar we see none
other than Hoseok busy mixing drinks and flirting with customers. So different
from his normal cutesy self, he seems so much hotter with his hair pushed back
and a sly smirk on his face.
“Damn,” I accidently say out loud.
Ji follows my eyes and grins. That grin stays as the bartender places the four
shots in front of us. Giving me two and keeping two for her self, Ji raises the
first one and holds it up to me expectantly. I hold my little glass to hers’.
“To getting drunk!” She clinks our
glasses and moves to drink but stops as I begin downing mine, “And to getting
layed!” With that she does hers’ in one go like me. We both slam the shot glass
back down on the counter, grimacing as the awful liquid burns its way down our
throats. I glare at her little add in to our toast.
“I’ll sleep with someone when I
“Who said it was for you? I need
some fun too, it’s been way to long.” She teases as she rests her head on my
shoulder, grabbing her other shot and, again, holding it up to mine. “How about
to you just doing something that will get you out of your funk and make you
that happy go lucky girl I met in elementary?”
I give her a soft smile, clinking
our glasses and down the shot. “Four more!”
“That’s what I’m talking about!”
“I’m so going to regret this in the
“Oh shut up, when was the last time
you got actually drunk? You are the best person to be around when your drunk,
you’re just so cute and friendly.”
“I turn into a child. That’s not
how I want to be in a public area with creepy guys all over the place.”
“You’re a step a head of most since
those killer instincts seem to keep working threw your buzz. I wouldn’t
question anything if Freddy Kruger himself came up and offered me a ride home.
But you, you can see threw the best con man after downing a bottle of tequila.”
“It’s a gift.”
“One of few,” She tease as she
holds up a shot, “To me becoming a better judge of character and to you
becoming more careless. I’m tired of being the only one walking up in a
As more and more shots are downed
and things wrong with my life are listed I have never been so grateful but so
annoyed with this girl at the same time. She is the only person I share
anything with, the only person who even somewhat knows what’s going on in the
mess I call my head. But as she stands there telling me all the things I should
be worried about or work on I get kind of angry. After having enough shots for
now, I pull the tall girl to the dance floor with me, hoping to shut her pretty
mouth up. We dance like there is no tomorrow, forgetting all that is troubling us;
actually I seem to be the only one with troubles.
As hours fly by of dancing and more
shots here and there my mind begins to fog. I stop caring about the unknown
hands that grope me, too focused on my high and the music. My feet are numb and
my legs feel like jello but I some how continue to stay on my feet. Jihyo is a
grinning mess in front of me, twirling around and stumbling every few minutes. It
has been along time since I’ve felt this good, this free, like nothing could
ever hold me back. Jihyo would have usually abandoned me by this time and I
would take that as an okay to find a way home but not tonight. I am no one’s babysitter
Suddenly the crowd starts moving
toward the DJ stand, they all huddle, trying to see something that must be
pretty interesting. Being the nosy girl she is, Ji tries to drag me along with
the rest of the crowd to find out what is going on. I try to pull her away from
the gawking people, knowing whatever it is, it can’t be good.
Running away isn’t a possibility
with Ji trying to pull me the other way and the crowd pulling me as a whole. As
my instincts scream at me to run, the sound of gunshots can heard above the
music. The pull of the crowd towards the noise is gone as people try to avoid
the bullets that are flying in every direction. My eyes scan the crowd, seeing
at least a dozen people on the floor either crying out for help or already
dead. Blood covers the almost empty dance floor. Without another thought I start
dragging Jihyo to the bathroom as the rest of the crowd breaks out in a panic
as they all drunkenly scramble to the front door. Some how through my very
drunken state I’m able to maneuver Jihyo and myself through the small bathroom
window, out into the empty alleyway. The cold nips at my cheeks as the wind
blows it’s freezing air around us.
Jihyo lands on her butt, “Ya! That
hurt!” She whines loudly.
“Shut up you idiot!” I scan the
alley for anyone else who exited the club, finding a van waiting. On the other
side of a massive garbage bin the back door to the club busts open. A long line
of extremely attractive guys strut out, the last one, who is taller than the rest,
has something large, and strangely human shaped, hanging over his shoulder. I
slam Jihyo and myself up against the wall and pry that they don’t see us. To be
completely honest, I couldn’t careless about my own safety but Jihyo has so
much to live for, I don’t want to risk her life.
“Joo-ah!” She calls out drunkenly,
drawing the attention of the last of the men.
dammit you dumb bitch! I love you, but you dumb bitch! I scream in my head
as I hear their footsteps coming our way. In a desperate moment I whisper an
apology as I punch her across the face, knocking the drunk girl out easily. Quickly
I throw the stray trash bags on top of her, hiding her from who ever is coming.
I’m crouching down next to where I’m hiding her, behind the garbage bin when
someone comes rushing down the alley way on my side. The person stops when he
sees the group of men coming his way. I can easily see the terror on the poor
man’s face as he reaches one of the over hanging lights just a few feet away
My heart stops when another gunshot
rings out in the alley. I watch as the man drops to his knees, clutching his
stomach his eyes drift away from his killers to me. The anxiety building up in
my chest almost bursts when the gun fires again, this time hitting the man’s
forehead, making him collapse, his eyes never leaving mine. But as if my heart
knows what is to come it pounds harder than I’ve ever felt it before, as the footsteps
continue toward us.
The suspense of them finding me
begins to annoy me. My chest is hurting from the tightness of my anxiety and my
thighs don’t appreciate being stuck in a low wall sit for this long. But it
finally happens. A man dressed in all black stands over the body for a minute
before crouching down and going through his pockets. He pulls out the dead
man’s wallet and flips it open, automatically finding something that makes him
“Poor bastard had a family. What a
shame, should watch wear he wanders.” The man mumbles to himself, dropping the
wallet on the man’s chest. I debate on whether I’m a horrible person or not for
not busting out in tears at the fact an innocent man was just murdered in front
of me and that I could possibly next. The low amount of empathy I normally have
for people seems to have reached an all time low when I realize how I feel
absolutely nothing for the dead man in front of me.
But instead I study the killer. He
looks young, but from the way he carries himself I feel as if he must be older.
In a nice suit, which was obviously made for him, he is extremely handsome. The
uncaring expression on his child like face tells me this is something he has
done many times before, something that should disturb me more than is does.
Just as he is about to stand up he pauses, his eyes not really focused on
anything. I resist the urge to scream as he tilts his head and his cat like
eyes find me. “Hello there baby girl,” The cat man purrs with a threating yet
“Where’s daddy Xiumin?” I wonder after we are all settled in the van.
Kris has me cocooned in his arms as he rocks me gently.
“He is in a very bad mood so we decided to let him rest for awhile. He
would be even more mad that we came and got you without him,” Kris chuckles
“What did Jiyong hyung mean about your nightmare?” Luhan asks from where
he sits next to us.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, can we do it in the morning?” I
mumble before snuggling deeper into Kris’s embrace.
They sigh but nod.
The drive home is quiet after that but I can tell they are itching to
find out what my dream was about. I just don’t know how to talk about it
without letting them know that I over heard their entire conversation with
Jiyong’s people. That will only lead to more trouble and fights I don’t want to
even think about right now. They would probably ban me from going anywhere near
Jiyong and after our little confession I doubt he would take that without a
fight. I really don’t want to start a fight right now.
But that is exactly what I do the moment I say I want to sleep with Luhan
instead of Kris. The giant is fuming when he has to hand me over to the smaller
deer man. I don’t talk to any of the others, I can’t even get myself to look at
most of them, especially Chanyeol. I know it was a dream the image in my head
of him coming towards me with that pliers in his hand was way too vivid, I
shutter at the thought. Luhan tightens his grip on me as he lies down in the
bed. He pulls the covers over us and snuggles me so close that nothing could
get in between us.
He’s humming some song, it calms the anxiety in my chest a little bit
thankfully. His hand rubs my back slowly, trying to sooth me back to sleep but
right now, that’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t want to wake back up in
that hell hole, that dungeon. But I
doubt Luhan would let me just stay up without expecting me to explain my
nightmare to him and that’s just a no go too. I’m planning on pushing that off
until I have no other options and just like that, I have another option.
“Daddy,” I mumble softly into his neck.
“Yes baby?” He hums.
I’m hesitant not wanting to sound so forward but how to ask, “Can you
He’s quiet for a minute, “Baby, I do love you.”
“I love you too but that’s not what I mean.” He doesn’t respond and I can
sense his confusion. Shyly I begin kissing his neck, he stiffens at my touch
but only for a second before I start leaving small hickies on his collar bone.
Only the sound of his quiet pants and soft moan can be heard in the room as I
kiss my way back up his neck to leave a line across his jaw. When I finally
reach his lips I stop with our lips barely touching and look into his eyes. His
black orbs burn into mine.
“Baby,” He purrs.
“I want you to love me daddy, please,” I let the neediness and
desperation I’m feeling seep into my voice, hoping it works.
Suddenly I’m on bottom and Luhan has his hips pressed hard against mine
in just as much neediness, “Baby, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear
you say that.” His lips ghost over mine, “I’ve missed you so much. That bastard
is never getting you for that long ever again. You’re ours, no one else. Say
it,” He growls.
“I’m yours, only yours,” I whimper.
“Damn right,” He smiles before smashing his lips against mine, he devours
me for what feels like forever as his hips grind against mine, teasing me. I
feel myself getting wet at his words, I love his possessiveness, I need all of
this right. I need his reassurance and attention and his love. He is very
willing to give me all of that, his slow pace makes sure he can kiss every part
of my face until I’m pink in face.
When he pulls away I frown but only for a second before he’s in my grasp
again, this time without a shirt. His skin is hot beneath my finger tips, I run
my hands down his chest until my finger tips graze hem of his sweat pants
making me frown. I look up at him with the same pout making him chuckle.
“What’s wrong baby?” He pecks my lips softly.
“Too much clothing,” I whine.
“I could the same about you,” He tugs on the over sized shirt that
belongs to him. Without any hesitation I shed the shirt and throw it on the
floor leaving me in my bra and underwear. I pull him closer wanting to feel his
skin against mine. “Are you okay baby? You seem different, is something wrong?”
He wonders as he brushes my hair out of my face.
I shake my head a bit to quickly, “I just missed you, I want you.”
That seems to be all he needs to forget about his questions and continue
shedding his clothes and mine until we are both completely naked. The moment my
bra is gone his hands are there to replace it, cupping them gently. His expert
hands massage them before leaning down to kiss each nipple, earning a small
moan from me. It feels so good to have his fingers trail over the little buds
but I don’t want foreplay, I want him so much right now.
When he starts trailing kisses down my stomach I stop him, holding his
face in my hands I lead him back up my body and kiss him passionately. He pulls
away confused but I stop his questions by wrapping my legs around his waist,
hoping that is a big enough hint.
“So needy tonight aren’t you?” He teases. He holds me close as he lines
himself at my entrance. I take a deep breath and try to relax right before he
thrusts himself fully into me. We both moan out, his face is in the crook of my
neck masking his but mine is let out into the room, echoing off the walls. “You
take me so good baby,” He says almost proudly, leaving kisses along my throat, “you’re
always so tight and hot, oh my fucking god.”
“Daddy, move,” I groan with a little thrust of my hips. He growls and
pushes me deeper into the bed so I can’t move at all. Those dark eyes of him pierce
into my soul making me feel so small and helpless just like he wants.
“What was that baby?” His tone is warning me that my next words are
“Daddy, please move,” I beg.
“Since you asked so nicely, who am I to say no,” He kisses me as his hips
move in a circle a few times before pulling out to just slam back in. My walls
clench around him trying to hold him in with no luck. He continues his teasing
pace of thrusting and grinding his skilled hip against mine. The knot in my
belly begins to coil tighter with each thrust of those fucking hips but I know
from experience I won’t be able to cum from his lazy thrust. He trying to make
it last longer and I appreciate that. But as much as I don’t want to sleep I
can’t stand his teasing hips either. I nearly scream when he hits me just
right, hit my most sensitive place. A grin spreads across his face as he does
it again and again until I’m a moaning mess beneath him. His end is coming as
well, his thrusts become more and more erratic and his knuckles turn white from
holding the sheets too tight.
The world seems to stop as we both hold each other tighter as our
climaxes rock thru us. I honestly feel like it’s just him and I in the world,
his eyes are locked with mine as we rock our hips together, riding out the rest
of our orgasm. But even after that when he tries to pull out I hold him closer
and ask, more like beg, him to just stay.
“If that’s what you want,” He hums as he positions us more comfortably
with me on top straddling his hips. “Now tell me baby, what is really wrong?
You seem different.”
I snuggle deeper into his embrace, “Bad different?”
“No, you look so small, so needy, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love
it but what made you like that?”
“Nothing,” I lie, “I’m just tired of being big and brave. I just want to
be little right now. Is that okay?”
I can tell he doesn’t by it but he loves my answer too much to question
it, “Of course that’s okay. Your daddies will be here to be brave for you.”
“Thank you daddy.”
“I’m going to kill you!”
I shot up in bed, my heart is racing in my chest as I scramble to my feet
to run. But the minute I’m able to stand on the bed I’m being pulled back down
by someone, I’m in too much of a panic to figure it out. I’m pinned down on the
bed with my hands on either side of my head trying and failing to get out of
this person’s grip. My eyes are closed tight but tears still manage to pour
down my cheeks.
“I’m not going back!” I finally scream when I finally find my voice.
“I’ll be a good girl! Just don’t put me back in the dungeon, please!”
“What the hell is going on?” The same voice yells.
“Hyung,” Another voice snaps back with a softer tone, “Yelling isn’t
“Baby,” A third voice coos sweetly from above me. “It’s okay Baby, we’ve
got you, you aren’t going anywhere.” I stop for a second and let the gentle
voice sink in and then remember that I’m not in the dungeon. I’m at home in
Luhan’s arms. With a deep breath I open my eyes to find not only Luhan hovering
over me but Suho and Xiumin sitting on either side of the bed. When I stop
moving Luhan lets go of my wrists and strokes my cheek gently. “Good morning
I sniffle and wipe away the stray tears left in my eyes, “I’m so sorry
daddy, I was just so scared, I’m sorry!”
“Hush now baby, you have no reason to apologize, Xiumin hyung is the one
who should be saying sorry,” His tone gets a little hostile at the end as he
gives his hyung a glare. The older barely acknowledges him, his eyes are
focused on me.
“What were you saying about the dungeon?” He asks softly but I know he
hates when I mention it.
“I had a nightmare last night that I was in the dungeon and you were
going to kill me,” I answer meekly, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to lie to
“So Hyung busting in yelling that he was going to kill Luhan hyung
probably didn’t help,” Suho joins in glaring at the oldest.
“What the hell were you going to kill me for?” Luhan asks.
Xiumin huffs, “Why did no one tell me she was back and that she
specifically asked for me before settling for you?”
“You were way too busy and crabby we were afraid to even go near your
door let alone knock on it.”
“Is she awake?” A cute voice wonders as he joins us on the bed, Sehun
smile drops at the sight of my probably pink eyes and small pout. “Who the fuck
made her cry?”
“Shut up,” Xiumin pushes the youngest off the bed.
“She had a nightmare,” Suho answers.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lie as I sit up, Luhan sits back still straddling me.
“Are you sure?” They all ask in unison.
I nod, “It’s just some silly little nightmare, it’s no big deal.”
“You were crying in your sleep, it seems like a big deal.”
“Well it’s not! Can we just not talk about it?” I snap.
I blink at him, trying my best to
appear as drunk as I was before all of this happened, knowing my drunk self
will handle this better. I become more careless, almost sociopathic, in my
child like drunk state, only caring for very few things like Jihyo. I give him
my best-drunken grin, not unnerved by the murder I just witnessed, more focused
on making sure he doesn’t notice Jihyo.
“Hi,” I hiccup.
“That isn’t the reaction I was
expecting.” He chuckles to himself as he stands and takes the few steps needed
to reach me. He crouches down to my level, our faces only inches a part. “What
are you doing out here little one?” He asks me in a surprisingly sweet voice,
his hand stroking my cheek. I’m surprised when I don’t flinch away from his touch;
instead my drunken self fully takes over.
In child like drunkenness I slur,
“There was a scary loud noise and people scattered and I ran out here.”
“You mean this loud noise,” He
pulls a gun out from behind him and fires it blindly in the air, prompting me
to cover my ears that are already ringing.
“Hyung, what the hell?” A deep
voice snaps. Kitty, a name that seems to fit the man with a mischievous smile
perfectly, just glares at the voice but tucks the gun back in his pants.
“You better watch out little one,
this is a dangerous place for a little kitten like you.” I giggle at his words
as he uses my nickname for him. His brow rises at the sound of my laugh; his
smile slowly shifts to something more warm and genuine, “What is so funny?”
“You’re kitty!” I say drunkly. From
the way my instincts seem to shut down around him, regardless of the fact that
I just watched him kill someone, I feel as if I can relax around him. I’m
really hoping it’s not from the tequila.
“Me?” The man scoffs. I nod making
him laugh, “Fine, but what am I supposed to call you?”
“Who the hell are you talking to?”
The same deep voice asks, much closer this time. Another man appears, the
tallest one, and looks from Kitty to me surprised.
“Give me a few more minutes Kris,”
Kitty glares at the sharp featured man.
“Omo, you have friends! I’m so
sorry!” I slur, bowing my head, “Please go a head, I’m sorry for taking your
“What the hell is wrong with her?”
The new man chuckles.
I glare at him, “Ya! Nothing is
wrong with me, I’m just kind of drunk!”
Both men laugh, the new comer asks,
“What was your poison tonight sweetheart?”
Grinning big I yell, “Tequila!”
“And how many shots did you have?”
I pause for minute, deep in drunken
thought, trying my best to at least think of a guess, using all of my fingers,
“You won’t remember a thing
tomorrow hopefully, it would be a shame to kill a pretty thing like yourself.”
Kitty grins at me, “But just to be
sure, we should bring her home with us.”
“Hyung, are you sure that’s a good
idea?” The dragon, yea, that seems about right, asks.
For some reason it sounds like a
good idea to me, which makes me suddenly yell, “I wanna go home with Kitty!”
Kitty smirks at the younger man triumphantly.
“You have no idea what you are
getting yourself into Sweetheart,” Dragon says with a sigh but also a small
“I think it’s called a van,” I
tease as Kitty offers me a hand. Both men can’t help but laugh at my drunken
innocence. Kitty wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly, whether
it’s to make sure I don’t fall or to make sure I don’t run away, I’m not sure
but his warmth is very much accepted.
“What were you guys doing?” Another
boy asks, this one obviously younger with his round owl like eyes. Him and the
other boys, I’m far to gone to count, stare at me wide eyed as Kitty helps me
into the van and pulls me into his lap while Dragon helps him secure the seat
belt around us both using a strange amount of care that I wouldn’t expect from
“Omo!” I say gleefully as I stare
at the cute boy. He is taken back as I try to reach for him, something that
surprised me as well, but Kitty holds my hands securely in my lap making me
“Calm down little one, you can’t go
being friendly with everyone, it hurts your oppa’s feelings,” Kitty coos in my
ear, a small action that makes every person in the van turn and stare at us.
“But Kitty oppa! I just want to
pinch his cheeks,” I whine as I struggle in his grasp trying and failing
against his strength.
“Why his? Are mine not cute enough
for you?” The older man puffs out his already large cheeks as he releases my
hands, giving me permission to do what I wish. Giggling like a school girl I
place both of my hands on his cheeks that are still pink from the cold.
“What the hell is going on?” The
person in the driver’s seat asks staring back at us. I take my hands away from
Kitty’s face to stare at the classically handsome man then the other man in the
passenger seat who faintly reminds me of a deer.
“We picked up a friend,” Kitty says
simply, not taking his eyes off me.
“She saw but she is pretty drunk so
we’re going to see if she remembers tomorrow,” Dragon explains the rest.
“But what’s with all of that?” The
deer like man asks as he gestures to mine and Kitty’s careless touchiness. Even
his voice sounds pretty. I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful man.
“So pretty,” I mumble. I’m
surprised when he blushes and looks away.
“She isn’t afraid of you,” One from
the back stated a little confused as he leans forward to study me, a dimple on
one of his cheeks appears as he smirks at me. “Are you sure she saw?”
Kitty nods, “I looked over and she
was right there just staring at me. But than she smiled at me as if nothing
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
The deer boy asks.
I feel both Kitty and Dragon stare
at me with expectant smirks as I pout, “I already said I want to go with
If these boys weren’t surprised
already they sure ass hell are now. Dragon and Kitty die laughing at my non
threatening demand, but through his laugh Kitty is able to say, “You heard the
lady, lets get going, someone else is probably as impatient as her.”
They nod, understanding whatever he
is hinting at that goes right over my head. Kitty rests his hands on my thighs,
palm side up, and holds my hands loosely. He keeps me entertained by playing
that game where he tries to catch my hands in his. Dragon watches us, just as
amused as me by the simple game, he even asks if he can play as long drive
drags on. One of the others in the row of seats behind us asks if he can have a
turn. He has tan skin and bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept in years,
giving him a scary appearance but when no red flags pop up in my head I smile
and agree, thinking he reminds me of a panda.
When we arrive at our destination
I’m surprised to see a massive mansion out the window. Kitty helps me out of
the car and up the marble steps to the front door. Inside, he doesn’t hesitate
to scoop me up and carry me up the grand staircase in the entryway. I don’t pay
much attention to where we are going, only really paying attention when I’m
placed on a king sized bed and Kitty stares down at me with his head cocked to
“If I leave you alone will you be
good and change?” Kitty asks.
He nibbles on his lip for a minute
before wandering to a walk in closet and coming back with a pair of shorts and
an over sized T-shirt. He hands them to before giving me a warning look,
“Behave little one, you have two minutes to change.” Again I nod; he leaves the
room without another word. I peel off my top easier than I expected and soon my
skirt followed, I fold them nicely and put them on the nightstand. I dig my
phone out from my bra quickly type a message to Hoseok telling him where I left
Jihyo, hoping she is okay but figuring her situation is better than mine at the
moment. Not knowing what to do with my phone I turn it off and hide it in a
secret pocket of my skirt. After pulling on Kitty’s clothes I sit back down on
the bed, not sure how much time I have left.
“Are you dressed Sweetheart?”
Dragon’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
“Yes Dragon oppa,” I say as I kick
my feet that are hanging in the air. There’s a chuckle as the door opens
reveling a dragon, a panda, and a kitty, all still dressed in their suits.
Dragon smirks at me with his brow raised.
“Dragon?” He asks.
I nod, “And he is Panda oppa.”
“What makes you so sure I’m an
oppa?” Panda asks as he comes to the edge of the bed.
“I’m 17, I’m still a junior in high
“Wow, I guess I am an oppa. When is
“So we still have a while till you
turn 18, what a shame,” Kitty smiles down at me.
“She has Sehun beat.” Panda
“Aw Sweetheart, you’re still just a
baby,” Dragon coos at me as he strokes my head.
Our conversation is cut short when
one of the boys from the car, an elf like one, with a deep voice that
contrasted with his cute features, comes in. He looks at all of us and gives me
a small smile before looking to the boys he came to see.
In a serious tone he says, “Suho
hyung needs your help down stairs.”
All three men frown, but Dragon
speaks first, “All of us?”
Elf shakes his head, “Just Xiumin
hyung, since this really is his field of expertise.”
“Can’t Kris do it? I’m busy,”
Kitty, well actually Xiumin I guess, snaps back. I do my best to block out
their names, knowing that remembering them won’t help me at all.
“Don’t worry Hyung, we will take
good care of her,” Dragon grins.
Kitty glares up at the younger man,
“You do anything bad to her I will bring you down to the dungeon.” The coldness
in his voice sends a shiver down not just mine, but all of our spines. Dragon
gulps and nods, fully understanding the older man’s threat. Kitty turns to me,
the coldness gone from his eyes, “I’ll be back in a little bit, little one, be
good. These two are going to stay with you till I come back, okay?”
“You tell me if they do anything
bad, I’ll make sure they get punished if they do,” He glances at the two men as
he says the last few words.
Again I nod.
He smirks at me as he leans
forward, his mouth close enough to my ear I feel his hot breathe, “If anyone here
is going to do anything to you, it’s me.”
A blush spreads across my face
making him grin big. He places a kiss on my forehead before stepping back to
give one last glare to his youngers before following Elf out of the room. I
look up at the two men who are now just staring back at me, both having a
“Could I get a glass of water?” I
Dragon nods as he disappears into
the attached bathroom. Panda seems to figure out whatever he was thinking about
and comes to sit down next to me on the bed.
“What is your name?” He asks me.
“Who is Jooyoung?” Dragon asks as
he comes back in the room with a tall glass of water in his hand. He gives it
to me and watches as I drink ¼ of it right away.
“What a pretty name, for a pretty
girl,” An unfamiliar voice purrs from the doorway. The three of us look to see
an attractive tan man with large lips smirking at me. Behind him is a paler man
that is about the same height with a major bitch face going on.
“I’d scram if I were you, if Xiumin
hyung finds you up here you’re going to be joining our guest in the dungeon,”
Panda warns, scooting a little closer to me while Dragon sits on my other side.
The tan man just laughs as he comes into the room, bitch face isn’t far behind,
keeping his eyes on me. I stare at them, their faces seeming very familiar the
more I stare at them.
“He’s busy at the moment, and it’s
only fair we get to see who happens to have the privilege of being welcomed to
our home. Not many girls have had the honor, even less have lived to tell the
tale.” The man teases as he comes closer, only a yard away now. Through my fog
I feel the alarms in my head go off at the man’s closeness. I latch on to
Dragon’s arm as I try to hide behind him, wanting the tan man to go away. They
are all surprised by my actions, but Dragon, Panda, and bitch face kind of
“Wow,” Bitch face whistles, “She
watched Hyung kill someone, got in a car with strange men but Kai hyung’s
creepy flirting is what scares her.”
“Is there a party going on in
here?” More people appear in the doorway.
“I thought you were helping Suho
and Xiumin?” Dragon asks as Elf comes in with three boys trailing behind hm.
Elf grimaces, “I was going to but
Xiumin hyung got scary down there, he seems very determined to get back up here
and fast as possible.” His eyes flash to me and he cocks his head cutely. “I
believe that is because of that little cutie right there.”
I can’t help but stare at the tall
elf, mesmerized by his cute features. To his left is a puppy like man and on
the right is a dinosaur. Peeking out behind their wall is the owl boy from
before. Forgetting about the tan man for a minute I hop off the bed and rush
past the five men separating us. Once I reached him the surprised man I place
both hands on his cheeks and coo.
“Omo! So cute!”
Laughter echoes through the room as
all the men are on the floor dying of laughter, all except for the owl man who
is just staring at me with those wide eyes. When he doesn’t push me away or
anything I wrap my arms around and hug him tight, surprised to find his body
muscular and not squishy like I was hoping.
I whine when I’m being pulled away
by someone, looking over my shoulder I find Dragon with his arm wrapped
securely around my waist.
“Why does she like him so much?”
Panda pouts, “Why don’t you react like that when you see me?” He continues to
whine when Dragon places me back on the bed in between them, keeping a firm
hold on my waist so I can’t run again.
“At least she didn’t try to hide
when she saw you,” Tan snaps back, actually kind of annoyed after see my happy
reaction to Owl.
“You set off the alarms.” I
I press my finger to my temple,
“The alarms in my head, they go off when I see someone I should avoid.”
“What about for me?” Dragon asks,
interest written all over his face. In fact everyone has seem to come closer to
hear my response.
I shake my head, “Just him.”
“But you saw Hyung kill someone in
cold blood, you’re alarm seems to be broken, you should be afraid of all of
us.” Bitch face scoffs.
“I’m not really sober enough to
explain this, but I’ll try my best. I think the way it works is that the alarm
only goes off when I should be concerned for my own safety.” They all nod,
somehow understanding me through my drunken slurs. The puppy looking boy comes
forward with his head cocked to the side as he stares at me.
“You are an interesting little
girl,” He smiles softly at me.
“I’m not that little.”
“You are a baby,” Dragon teases me.
“I’m older than what’s his face!” I
snap back, earning a laugh Panda.
“Who’s what’s his face?” Puppy
“Sehun,” Panda explains though his
Bitch face’s eyes go wide, “She’s
older then me?”
“What about me?” Tan guy asks.
“You beat her by a few days.”
Tan guy grins again, “So you can
call me oppa.”
I shake my head, “You still set off
the alarms, try again later.”
“Wow, someone that can resist Kai’s
charms, she’s a keeper.” Dino laughs, his voice reminds me of sweet honey.
“Why are all of you in here?” A
dangerous voice calls from the doorway. The standing boys split like the red
sea and Dragon and Panda are off the bed, away from me. Standing there is a
very unhappy Kitty with the handsome man from before. Kitty is no longer
wearing his suit; in fact he isn’t wearing a shirt at all, just his nice dress
slacks. I catch sight of his nicely chiseled abs that sets my blood on fire making
me blush and cover my eyes in embarrassment.
“Hyung,” Dragon says, “Put a shirt
on, you’re making the poor thing blush.”
I hear Kitty grumble under his
breath as he shuffles around, a minute passes before my hands are pulled away
from my face and I open my eyes to come face to face with a smiling Kitty. I
jump back surprised, but thankful he is wearing a t-shirt now.
“Sorry little one, I didn’t mean to
scare you,” The older man coos as he affectionately strokes my head. He stands
up and turns to our audience, I’m guessing his expression isn’t very friendly
by the way the others take an obvious step back. “Now that I did my job can you
all scram? I think she is ready to go to bed.” Without another word the group
of boys scramble threw the door, Dragon being the last one out, closes it
behind him, leaving Kitty and I by ourselves. He lets out a sigh as he turns
back to me, a soft smile on his face. “As much as I would love to play with you
right now, I’m actually exhausted so we can save that for later. But something
you need to understand little one, you are not allowed to leave this room
without me, got it? We don’t want you running off.”
He flips off the lights and we’re
in complete darkness. I feel concerned for my mental health when I don’t feel
at all worried about the fact that I’m about to sleep next to some strange man
that has made multiple passes at me and that I’ve seen kill a man in cold
blood. But when he gets on the bed and pulls me into a tight hold I feel
nothing but comfort and warmth.
It was the weekend before the gala and of course Kris still hadn’t bought a suit so you both would have to go and find him on. Part of you hated suit shopping for him because when he found a good suit it was hard to control yourself. The irony of Kris being in a suit is that you just wanted to rip it right off him again. As you are sitting outside the changing rooms playing on your phone the door swings open and hits the wall and then you here kris “oops”
“You dork” you scoff looking up and in the process choking on your own air. And you thought he looked hot before. A smirk comes on his face giving off a smart ass feel “So it is a good suit then” You bite your lip looking down his long form taking in the cold cut features. God you could make Ikea furniture with his jaw. He walks up to you and leans down stealing a kiss snapping you out of your trance. He hold holds you hand in his and pulls you up out of your seat placing a light kiss on the palm of your hand. You slip your hand out of his and wrap your arms around his neck standing on your tipy toes. He wraps his long arms around your waist and pulls you close to him kissing you gently. You get flat on your feet and start to push him backward into the changing room against the wall. You turn and lock the door and hear the sound of unzipping, at least he knows what you want. You reach in his pants and pull out his member and slowly stoke it keeping eye contact with your boyfriend. He leant down and stole your lips again licking your bottom lip. His tongue soon becomes lost in your mouth and his hands roam your body. He breaks the kiss and bends down to slide your underwear off and lifts your skirt up. He picks you up and you lock your legs around his waist as he flips you to lean you against the wall. “Be my daddy Yifan” you moan as the air from your lungs escapes. “fuck baby”
I wonder if Sehun called Kris to wish him a happy fathers day; i mean can u imagine
Sehun calls kris: “happy daddy dayy”
Kris: wtf who-
Sehun: mommy told me to do this , also u forgot to call for mothers day, u asshole. Ok Bye now
“For some reason I feel more jealous now than when Xiumin got her
virginity.” Kris’s grumbling wakes me up but I don’t move. Jihyo’s head is
still buried in my chest, our legs are tangled together, our bodies fully held
together, something I’m unaccustomed to.
Baekhyun joins in on the complaining, “That should be me snuggled up next
“Lets wake them up so we can get this girl out of our baby’s bed and out
of our house. I don’t like not being able to talk naturally with Joo when
others are around.” Kyungsoo adds.
“Please be my guest,” Suho scoffs, “Do you think Joo is going to let us
kick the girl out, just like that?”
Lay is always the voice of reason, “Maybe we should leave them be a
little longer, let them wake up on their own. Joo maybe use to us waking her up
but the girl might freak out.”
“I’m not going anywhere, this girl could get a little too frisky with our
baby.” Luhan sounds a little more aggressive than normal.
“To be completely honest, I’m really turned on by this. Do you think they
would make out?” Sehun earns himself a smack to the head.
“If wanted a show, all you had to was ask,” Jihyo teases as she places a
few kisses on my collarbone.
“Jihyo-ya,” I whine trying to push the girl away with no luck as she
continues her chaste kisses.
“This needs to stop,” Xiumin growls, tearing me out of my bed and out of
“Ya! Give me my Joo-ya back!” Jihyo pouts, snapping up, not caring that
she’s only in her underwear. Xiumin glares down at her, to my surprise her
bitch face falters, but only for a second.
“Get dressed and get out,” Xiumin demands.
“I don’t like that one,” I give her a teasing look remembering what we
discussed last night.
I bust out laughing at her, Xiumin does not look one bit amused until I
pinch his cheeks and coo, “Oh, come on Kitty oppa.” Watching the cute man’s
angry face flush is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.
“Joo-ya,” Jihyo whines bringing my attention back to her. “Can you make
me your famous breakfast rice? I haven’t had it in forever.” I grin big at the
idea, dropping to the ground I grab the girl’s hand and drag her out of the
room, the idea of clothes, completely forgotten.
Lay is chasing after us with two over sized shirts in his hands as we
giggle like school girls all the way to the kitchen. I sit her down on one of
the stools before digging around the kitchen for all the things I need to cook
a meal for 14 people. My daddies come into us still giggling and discussing how
pretty the kitchen is.
“Baby,” Kyungsoo warns when he sees me reaching for the knifes. Giving
him a small smile I grab the smallest one to cut the vegetables into small
“I’ll be careful.” I promise.
“Joonie told me about how you aren’t allowed to cook,” Jihyo eyes
Kyungsoo up, “I’m guessing it’s this guy’s fault.”
“It was more of a group decision,” I answer for them.
“If you are going to be cooking you are going to need this,” Luhan grabs
me an apron and helps me put it on. Chen does his usual thing by coming up next
to tie my hair into a little top knot.
Jihyo chuckles, “Wow, such service.”
“Here Jihyo-ssi,” Lay comes to her offering one of my shirts that she
“So I finally get to meet all of you,” Jihyo scans the men surrounding
the kitchen. “Wow, you all are really hot.”
“I have always been wondering what kind of friend our baby would have,”
Luhan narrows his eyes on her, “you are not what I was expecting.”
“Should I be insulted by that?” Jihyo lifts a brow at me.
I glare at my daddies bravely, “They would never insult you. They know
too well on how I feel about people being rude to my Jihyo, don’t you guys?”
“I like her,” Lay takes the seat next to her.
“Lay hyung, you like everything,” Sehun grumbles still glaring at the
Lay does his weird little switch, he gives the younger a scary look, “I
like anyone who can make our Jooyoung so happy.”
“Can I please help you?” Kyungsoo grumbles as he hovers around me,
watching with such intensity.
“No, I’m going to cook by myself.”
“Let the boy help,” Chen encourages me, but I still shake my head. “He
looks like he’s going to have a panic attack.” Looking up at Soo I understand
Chen’s worry, Soo has his hands up ready to rip the knife out of my hand, his
fist clenching and unclenching at any movement I make.
“She has always preferred cooking by herself,” Jihyo informs them. “I’m
surprised she can cook with everyone watching.”
“Are we making you nervous?” Chen asks obviously being the nervous one
I shrug, “Not really.”
Jihyo whistles, “That’s impressive. You guys must be really comfortable
with each other. For a while I was the only one she would cook in front of
until I introduced her to the boys. Jin loves cooking too so they started
cooking together when ever we hung out.” I glance up at Jihyo to see her
smiling softly at me, I can tell she’s happy that I have more people I’m
“Do you cook Jihyo-ssi?” Lay wonders.
She shakes her head, “I can burn water. Which is why Joo had to become
such a wonderful cook.”
I scoff remembering our middles school years, “You had a house full of
servants yet you made me cook for you.”
“That’s because your cooking has more heart. Plus you cooked great for
yourself at home too without proper ingredients, I just wanted to see how much better
it would get if you had good food. Not the tiny scraps that your family left
for you.” That makes me glare at her, her words don’t bother me, I know my
family has issues and I’ve accepted that, it’s just that fact that she said it
in front of my daddies. I pray that they didn’t hear but I can tell from the
way they tense they did.
“The scraps they left you?”
Chanyeol almost snarls.
Jihyo and I share a knowing look that trouble is about to bust out, I
struggle to find the right words to explain it. “When I was younger I was
really picky to the point I only really ate rice but that irritated my father
for some reason. He made a rule that I could only sit at the table with them if
I would eat all of my food and of course as a child I was stupid and put up a
fight. He didn’t like that I was disrespecting him, how could I deny the food
he so graciously offered. So he decided to just make it a rule that I was not
allowed at the table with them at all. It’s fine, it taught me how to cook for
myself.” I try to smile through the sting I still feel for that fight. “It
makes sense though, to teach your children that they won’t always like what
they get, I try to understand it better now.”
Of course, they couldn’t just leave it at that, someone has to question
the story more, “How old were you?”
“Six,” Jihyo answers for me. We weren’t even friends when this first
happened but Jihyo is still angry about it as if it happened yesterday. She has
never liked my family and the way they treat me.
“Six?” Kyungsoo snaps. “They stopped feeding you because you were picky
at six? How did you even cook let alone feed yourself?”
“Pushed a chair in front of the stove when no one was home or when my dad
I avoid looking up at them as I continue cooking, knowing the anger on
every face, including Jihyo. I try to avoid thinking about my family, I’m much
happier here where if I was gone for even an hour someone freak out, compared
to me being gone for a week and a half before I even get a call asking where I
am. Like I said, they don’t treat me bad, just as if I don’t exist. Pushing
that thought away I want to cry when I see the heart breaking look in Lay’s
eyes as he stares at me.
“Can you all please go wait in the dinning room?” I ask sweetly but they
can all hear the demand. To be honest, I don’t expect them to listen but they
all huff before shuffling into the dinning room in a line. When they are gone
Jihyo whistles, her eyes still on the door.
“Those are some protective boys you got there,” She nibbles on her lip.
“They are a lot like you in that area.”
She nods looking back to me, “I know, I can tell from the killer look in
their eyes. Makes me think of when your sister locked you out and told your mom
you ran away and I went in there screaming at that lying bitch.”
“Can we stop talking about them? My oppas get really upset when I mention
anything related to my family.”
“Probably because your family are assholes, every story about them I know
is them being assholes to you. I get upset when I think of your family and I know
all of the things they did to you growing up. You basically raised yourself.”
“Jihyo, please,” I beg.
She sighs, “Fine. Is it done?”
I continue mixing the blend of rice, beef, and vegetables making sure
it’s completely cooked before nodding. Glancing in the direction of the dinning
room, I see that none of my daddies can see as I climb on to the counter for
some bowls, something that could end with me getting in trouble. Quickly, I
wave a confused Jihyo over to help carry the 14 bowls needed, with my hands
full I jump down as quietly as possible but nothing can get past my daddies.
“Baby,” Kyungsoo calls.
“Yes?” I say back in a small voice.
“Do you need help with anything?”
“Nope, we’ll be in there in a few more minutes,” I dish up the rice mix
as quick as possible without throwing it all over the floor. Jihyo helps me
carry the food into the dinning room, placing a bowl in front of each man. When
everyone has food Jihyo and I sit down together with Kris on my left and Lay on
the other side of Jihyo.
“Thank you so much!” She beams at me. An echo of thanks comes from the
men around the table who begin digging in. This whole time I’m expecting
someone to say something to insult someone but to my surprise the conversation
doesn’t go that way.
“You are a good cook,” Baekhyun compliments with an affectionate smile.
“She’s the best cook,” Jihyo corrects. “I’ve missed your cooking. I wish
you could come over more.”
Before I even have the chance to think of a response Kai snaps back,
“That will not be happening,”
“Oppa,” I start but he immediately cuts me off.
“Don’t even think about questioning me right now Baby,” Anger is bright
in his eyes whether it’s from last night or brought up from our last
conversation I am not sure. “Every time you hang out with this girl something
bad happens. You almost got shot, you guys got arrested, and who knows all the
other bad situations she’s pulled you into.”
“Kai please, can we talk about this later?” I groan.
“It’s okay Joo,” Jihyo places a hand on my thigh. She scans each mans
face, taking in the anger from last night, the jealousy from the morning, and
the sadness from our conversation in the kitchen. “I know you guys don’t like
me very much because of my bad habit of getting our Joo into bad situations but you should remember something before
you guys try to completely cut us off. I’ve known her since we were seven.
We’ve had countless sleepovers, shared so many secrets, and had so many
conversations that we know each other better than we know ourselves. We are
connected. Our friendship won’t just disappear because you don’t like me.”
I know she is trying to help but her words only annoy Kai more. Kai stands
up, walks around the table, and pulls me out of my seat and down the hall. Much
to Jihyo’s dismay I give her a look before I’m out of her sight, making sure
she doesn’t follow. We turn a few times before he slams me up against the wall
in one of the random halls. I hold my breath as he glares down at me, my hands
are held above my head.
“Baby,” His voice is husky, filled with jealousy and lust. Some how that
one word sets my blood on fire, I’m staring up at him with my bottom lip
between my teeth, my eyes are open wide, trying to appear innocent.
“Yes Daddy,” I coo, wiggling my arms out of his grip to wrap them around
his neck, pulling the tall man closer.
His hands find my hips, “Stop being cute, I’m mad.”
“You’re jealous,” I correct, pecking his lips softly.
“Of that girl in there?” Kai scoffs. “I’m annoyed that she seems to think
she can touch you where ever and whenever she wants. She thinks you guys are connected,” He spits the last word out
“Because we are,” I don’t butter it up for him. “She has been there for
me for almost ten years. She took me in when I would get kicked out by my
sisters. She would feed me when I was hungry. She brought me to you guys. She
saved me. She has done so much for me, we are connected.”
He huffs, his eyes are fixed on my face, “I still don’t like her. But you
are right, she brought you to us, so we owe her something. But right now, I’m
irritated and jealous that I haven’t been able to touch you this morning.” With
that he leans closer, catching my lips in a hungry kiss. My fingers tangle in
his blonde locks, pulling him closer as our tongues battle for dominance. A
battle he ultimately wins, as always, when he starts grinding his hips against
“We can’t right now,” I manage to breath out in between our kisses.
“Why not?” He whispers against my lips, “Afraid of that little girl
finding you being fucked up against the wall?”
A blush spreads across my face, I push him away, “Daddy.”
He growls coming closer again, “Give me two minutes.”
He nods placing his lips on mine again. I should say no, I should push
him away for being so rude to Jihyo, but I can’t. Not when he’s looking at me
with such loving eyes, he kisses me slowly, letting his tongue reach every
centimeter of my cavern, his hands gripping my hips tighter when he starts
moving his again.
“You’re done,” I moan, pushing him away, trying my best to ignore the
aching I now feel between my legs.
“We are not done,” He gives me one of his sexy smirks, “You’re mine
tonight. You are so luck we don’t have school tomorrow because you are not
going to be able to walk.” It’s not the first time I’ve heard those words and I
can’t help but blush at the truth in them. He steps away from me, offering me a
hand he leads me back to the now empty dinning room.
“Lay and Chen walked her back to Joo’s room,” Tao explains coming out of
the living room. “They volunteered to take her home.”
“I want to go,” I pout.
“Oh no, you are in a lot of trouble. Speaking of which,” He glances in
the direction of the kitchen before leaning in closer, “You are really in the
dog house with a certain hyung.” As if he knew, Kyungsoo comes into the dinning
room to finish clearing the last of the plates, not even giving me a glance. He
disappears into the kitchen with the bowls in his hands, a scowl on his
I groan, “I’m on everyone’s bad side today.”
Tao chuckles pulling me in for a tight hug, placing a soft kiss on the
top of my head, “You gave us a heart attack. We are just trying to calm down
from the fact that you being in the police station gave us such scary feeling.”
I just nod, internally debating on the meaning of is words. We’re they worried
about why I was arrested or because I could have spilled the beans on what is
going on here? He doesn’t give me much time to think about it before pushing me
in the direction of the kitchen. “Go make up with him. He doesn’t cook good when
Sighing I step into the beautiful kitchen to see Soo at the sink washing
the dishes. Approaching him slowly is the best option I can think of, that is
until I’m half way to him and he turns around, completely unamused by my
sneaking. With his glare on me I straighten, preparing for a scolding or at
least some words from the heart shaped mouth of his but nothing comes. He turns
around to continue his dishes, something that shouldn’t annoy me, but still
does. I take the last few steps to him, wrapping my arms around his waist for a
firm back hug.
“I’m doing the dishes,” His voice is like ice.
“I’m trying to give you my love,” I tease back, hoping to crack the
coldness around him. When he says nothing I leave a few kisses on the back of
his neck, a shiver runs threw his body.
“I’m upset with you baby.” He continues his motions.
“So I’ve heard, what are you upset about? The getting arrested? Jihyo
“Did you cry?” He asks softly.
“When your dad told you that you couldn’t eat with them anymore, did you
“No,” I sigh, “I was happier eating alone. No one was there to make
comments on my thinning face and body. They couldn’t tell me how ungrateful I
was. It was when I first started to realize that I don’t need them and that made
me feel strangely peaceful.” He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, I feel
like he’s still upset with me.
“You are a very good cook,” He finally says.
I smile, “That’s such a big compliment coming from a cook like yourself.”
He hums in response. There is another moment of silence before he says,
“Where did you learn to make that?”
I hesitate answering, afraid to make him upset again. When I don’t answer
he stops doing the dishes, turns around in my arms to look at me. His eyes are
concerned as if he knows, “When there was nothing else to eat I would take the
leftover rice and the few things I could find around the kitchen and make
something like that. It just happened to become one of my favorite things to
eat growing up.”
“I’m going to be heading out,” Jihyo busts into the kitchen, dressed in
her outfit from last night. I let go of Soo to hug my friend goodbye.
“I’ll see you at school,” I say as we hold each other.
“Call me if you need anything, like an escape route or fake passport,”
She teases, ignoring the daggers Soo and even Lay and Chen are giving her.
“Stop saying things like that, you are going to give them a heart
attack.” With one more tight squeeze we release each other, both Lay and Chen
kiss the top of my head before leading her out. Soo’s arms are around me in a
second, he lifts me up on to the counter, his hips are in between my legs.
“I’m sorry you had to do that,” He whispers as he leaves soft kisses
across my collarbone. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you, to take care of
Cupping his face I bring his lips to mine, kissing him softly, “You are
doing a wonderful job now.” His hands slip underneath the t-shirt I’m wearing,
his hands are hot against my skin. I don’t have the shirt on a moment later,
either does he a second after. Our lips join together again, moving slowly,
enjoying the taste of the other. I can’t help but nibble on his bottom lip,
earning me a small moan from the boy. With his hands on my hips again he pulls
me closer so I can feel the length growing in his pants. My arms around his
neck, deepening the kiss and pulling him closer, not wanting there to be any
space in between us.
“I’m going to be a little rough, okay?” He warns me between kisses.
I chuckle at his cuteness, “Go right a head.” With my permission he unzips
his pants and takes out his already very hard manhood. My brows go up, “I
didn’t think our conversation was something that could get you like this.”
“All I can think about is how much I want take care of you, to make you
happy, to make you feel good.” His hot kisses start at my shoulder, leaving
small red marks in his wake. A little moan leaves my lips, how can such little
kisses set my insides on fire, it feels so unfair that he can do this to me.
I’m too distracted by the kisses to stop him pulling my panties to the side
until he slams himself in me, balls deep.
It’s not a little moan the slips threw my lips, instead, a very loud,
“Oh baby such a dirty mouth,” He chuckles, pressing those heart shaped
lips to mine.
“I already know Lulu is going to scold me, I don’t want to hear it from
you too,” I groan out, trying relaxing myself with his massive length in me.
Thank god he gives me a minute or two to adjust to his size before he begins
moving. Even then the strokes are slow and teasing, like it always is with Soo.
Him, Suho, and Chen are all the gentle type regardless of how many times I
slept with them, the others enjoy both gentle and rough. “What happened to
being rough?” I tease as I buck my hips for some more friction. He slams into
me, another line of swear words fly out of my mouth.
He says nothing, only groans when he picks up the pace, fucking me for
all he’s worth. His face is in the crook of my neck, his hands are gripping my
hips so tight there will be bruises, not that I mind. My walls are clenching
tightly around him as the knot in my stomach curls tighter and tighter. Just as
I’m about to find my release he stops, I open my mouth to complain but he pulls
himself out completely before pulling me off the counter and bending me over
the island. I claw at the granite when he slams back in me.
“Daddy,” I whine softly when he doesn’t being pumping, just buries
himself in me.
“What baby?” He teases.
“Please,” I try to beg but he quickly pulls out and slams back into me
before I can get the words out, only moans escape my mouth.
“Please what baby?”
“Faster,” Is all I’m able to get before he does it again. “God damn!”
“Wrong name baby,” I can hear the grin in his voice.
“Kyungsoo,” I moan softly.
“Yes my beautiful baby?”
I beg, “Please go faster.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” He kisses my shoulder before pounding in
again like before, filling me so good.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, my hands try to hold on to anything as the
pressure in my center continues to build.
His pumps become more erratic, he leans forward and whispers in my ear.
“Come for me baby.”
The next few chapters are for her birthday so I’ll upload all of those tomorrow night! Hope you all have a good night! Enjoy!