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Being an idol is not easy. Well, no one said it either way. It was built for people who're going to bear everything on their shoulders. The industry must proceed with caution if you want to work in it.
Then why did Yoon Jeonghan still choose to do it?
Probably because of all the luxuries that he will get at the end of it. But will he get it though? The same question has been circling in his mind for months. Years even, because he can’t get his head to the game. He loves singing, he loves his job, and he loves his members.
Jeonghan is in a 5 members vocal group who’s famous for being crackheads in the industry. It’s one of those years for them to take a long break from the industry and get into the respective field they want to do for now. While Jihoon is still getting his ass back in the studio, Jisoo was casted to be in an American TV show. Seokmin had a plan to continue doing musicals and release his solo after this, while Seungkwan is indeed having the best time of his life living as a regular citizen.
“We think you’re able to captivate your fans with your own solo,” one of the higher up agencies told Jeonghan in a random Tuesday morning meeting, “Of course, Jihoon is still going to work with your songs. Nonetheless, the fans love your presence on the stage even more. You have the most solo magazines between your members.” Jeonghan shut his eyes and Jihoon put his palm on the older’s back. He knew that kind of backhanded compliment was not Jeonghan’s taste. But Jihoon wouldn’t be absent to tell Jeonghan that he deserves to have the title of their group’s representative
For 3 months, the preparation of Jeonghan’s solo will proceed together with Jihoon in his studio. Jeonghan scrolls through the comments regarding his solo debut. Some of it was good and stumbled upon the craziest sentence that ever formed by someone on online media. True that Jeonghan had gone through this all his life, but when is it going to end?
It’s interesting to ask what Jeonghan wants to do when he’s given a rest day like he is supposed to be. Jeonghan had always loved to build a farm. A close friend back at home was waiting for him, nevertheless whatever plan they had together can't proceed when Jeonghan is still tied to the contract with his evil agency. The only reason he can go through with all of this is his members.
“You’re going to be alright. Why do you look so depressed?” Jeonghan rolls his eyes when Jisoo’s face appears on his screen, “I don’t know. All of this doesn’t feel right.” Jisoo scoff, shaking his head while giving the other man an attitude, “You’re hot, Jeonghan. The concept and genre that Jihoon told us in our group chat really suits you well. Maybe this is your time to get those men from the audiences and let them fuck you.” It’s one of the topics they’ve been talking about. It considered taboo for them to bring it up in front of public eyes, but Jeonghan is in his apartment right now; he can do whatever the fuck he wants.
“Nah, I’m not going to let them fuck me again after last time.”
“But you told me he’s cute!”
“Cute and bad sex, nope, not again.”
Jisoo rolls his eyes, “Now, do you want me to introduce you to someone? Jihoon asked me first about this man but I refused.” Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, “Jisoo, if you need me to slap your head, I’ll have a live recording tomorrow. I don’t have time for another blind date or hook up.” Jisoo shakes his head, eyes blinking fast telling him enough that the man is invested with whatever he has right now. “Let me just send you the picture of Jihoon’s friend. Seriously, he’s fucking hot. You’re going to stay with him for a long time,” he adds before Jeonghan their video call.
The thing about Jisoo’s perspective of a hot man is that he never misses. Maybe that’s why he has been keeping up with Seokmin’s relationship. Jeonghan can’t imagine him to be in Jisoo’s shoes and in an unrequited love with your groupmate. Among the 5 members, Seokmin has been in an open relationship with one of his female colleagues in the industry.
Though, the agency is still urging him and Jisoo to create fanservice things that the fans want. Stirring opinions regarding the relationship and kept their mouth shut about the issue itself. Jeonghan doesn’t have an issue with Seokmin’s girlfriend, Jisoo either. But it’s another problem whenever Seokmin came to their practice room with a sad expression.
jeonghan: jihoon
jeonghan: u awake?
jihoon: no
jihoon: hyung its 11 pm
jeonghan: lol i know
jeonghan: jisoo told me that you have a hot friend
jihoon: seungcheol?
jeonghan: he didn’t tell me about his name but maybe he’s the one
jeonghan: care to tell me about him?
jihoon: [sent a photo]
jihoon: you can study him yourself
jihoon: [sent a contact]
jeonghan: god thank you
“Okay, he is hot,” Jeonghan mutters to himself as he zooms in to the mirror gym photo on his screen. It’s just another buff man trying to pose in front of a mirror. Jeonghan’s opinion about buff men is that he needs to be big, but Seungcheol needs a big man for him. Jeonghan exhales a soft sigh, opening Seungcheol’s contact details that Jihoon sent earlier, “This is stupid, isn’t it?” he mutters to himself, “But he’s hot. I can take this one.”
The night is not young anymore and Jeonghan needs to get enough sleep. It’s 11 PM in Seoul and he’s going to get up at 4 AM. A sick schedule that he has despite the group is in the middle of hiatus, but Jeonghan still needs to get that cash for him. The scheduled fan concert is already on the list, Jeonghan will get another IV shot after the promotion ends.
Throughout the promotion week, Jeonghan gives his all in each show and schedules. It feels weird for him to lead fansign sequence by himself while he usually did it with the other 4 members. Between those schedules, each of them stopped by and gave him the support Jeonghan needed. Including Jisoo who had a quick break from filming before jumping into another flight for his holiday with his mother.
Despite having to juggle a lot of schedules, Jeonghan has his top priority. “Can you, you know, arrange a date for me with him?” Jeonghan asks when Jihoon decided to visit him in the make-up room. Jihoon lifted his head, staring right at Jeonghan’s pair of eyes, “With who?” Jeonghan sighs, “Seungcheol, Jihoon. Your friend.” A small ah comes out from his mouth, “So, you’re serious about him?” the soloist raises an eyebrow to the question before nodding, “Of course. It’s been a long time since I got fucked.” Jihoon shakes his head, “It won’t be just sex with him, hyung. He’s not a decent man that you can play with.”
“Does he have a kink?”
“Probably.”
“Like what then?”
“You need to offer yourself to him,” Jihoon replied. It’s rare for Jihoon to tell his older brothers when he’s joking between their hobbies to joke around even when they’re not on stage. Jeonghan stays still, waiting for the younger to suddenly crack a laugh. “Oh, you’re serious,” Jeonghan realizes and Jihoon nods, “I’ll tell him that you need a sponsor or something like that. As far as I know, he doesn’t do much dating or sex. If he asks you about the sponsor, you can tell him that you offer your body to him.”
What is this guy? Jeonghan wonders. Jeonghan watched several horror films when people offered themselves to a demon for the sake of money and other luxuries. He knows how it feels; to crave something material. Jeonghan had gone through that for a while and it didn’t bother him that much because his group had done well for years.
The question is does Jeonghan’s career alone be alright without his members? An elephant in the room, Jeonghan can’t ignore it anymore. Hence he sits down beside Jihoon, to think the man is kind of a hot rich guy, it is a good opportunity for him for several reasons.
“So, you’re saying he’s rich?” Jeonghan asks, “Did you guys fuck?” Jihoon squeaks, “No, no. I just met him through several relations. You know how Soonyoung found his friends. I’m not that close with him, I couldn’t even hold a conversation when we first met. He’s unapproachable, our first conversation left a bitter taste for me.” Suddenly Jeonghan’s face changes and Jihoon knows what it means, “No, he didn’t do anything to me. He just told me that I’m not his type, which was weird because I was there because of Soonyoung. I know no one knows about our relationship, but that’s fine.” The older one let out a soft sigh, petting Jihoon’s side as he wiped the sweat falling from his side, “That’s good. The fans still should ship us for the sake of the company.” Jihoon grumbles, “Why are you still holding onto that?” Jeonghan scrunches his nose, “Because I am a good omega – okay! Sorry, sorry!”
Aside from the real life people shipping, Jeonghan adores his members. Sure, being a gay man makes him realize that all of them are lovable. He also didn’t deny the crushing phase towards Jihoon for the first years of their debut. Jihoon knows about it and they’re cool already with Jeonghan deciding to divert his attention not to his members rather than the fans.
After the promotion week ends, Jeonghan holds a quick company dinner involving the team that has been working hard for his solo debut. He invited some of his fansite owners and bought them food alongside the drinks. Thanking them for still standing by his side. Oh, right, Jeonghan has a good relationship with some of his fansites, no need to explain with further details.
The agency finally gave him enough days to rest. Thus, Jeonghan prepares himself for his blind date with Seungcheol. He will get the man without knowing an inch about him. Which is worse than what he once did back in the past, sleeping with fans, or giving special treatments to some of them.
But maybe, for now, he will get what he wanted since the start.
Jihoon sent him the location of a private 5 star restaurant. Jeonghan knows this place, not like he ever stopped by. The thing about this place is reserved for the upper highs of the country. It connects with the gossip revolving about the government, which any idols should’ve stayed away from.
Jeonghan finds himself sitting on one of the restaurant chairs. His name was listed on a guest list, thus no one questioned his existence. Various kinds of stares come from the officials surrounding him but Jeonghan can only sip his wine from its glass edge. It’s not a new experience for him.
“Yoon Jeonghan?” his stare lifts upwards to find a fine man taking a seat in front of him, “Hi, apologize for being late. The traffic was insane.” Jeonghan blinks, placing the wine glass back on the table, “Oh, it’s fine, it’s fine. You are –” the man cut him off, “Seungcheol, Choi Seungcheol.” Seungcheol offered him a hand, curling a soft smile on his lips. The dimple is doing something else within Jeonghan's internal organs, “Okay,” Jeonghan shakes his head, electricity runs through his body, “I’m Yoon Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan does what Jihoon told him to do. It’s inevitable for him to not divert the topic talking about his idol persona with Seungcheol. For this month's magazine issue, he had 3 magazines displaying his face everywhere throughout South Korea. Not forgetting his albums have been not restocking for days in several countries and some of them are being shipped outside the country.
Seungcheol took a spoonful of his pasta, “You’re famous, you know. I haven’t got any touch with someone from the industry other than Jihoonie. But he has someone else in mind.” Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, “So, you did have a plan with him?” Seungcheol pucker his lips before chuckling, “Why though? Are you jealous?” Before Jeonghan has a chance to retort his reason, the man cuts him off again, “I know what you’re thinking, Yoon Jeonghan. You’re trying to find someone who can support you financially, bringing your fame everywhere and the luxuries that you wanted since the first day. Even when you have everything now, none of that matters when you still crave for something that is invincible.” Seungcheol twirls the fork to take another paste into his mouth, “You have everything, Jeonghan-ssi. Is there anything that makes you dissatisfied with life recently?” Jeonghan’s grip tightens on the edge of the chair he currently sits in; the air suddenly feels hot around him. “I don’t know,” he replied, “I just want to be loved.”
“But you have your fans. You slept with them more than once.”
“How do you know?”
“I know a whore when I see one, “Seungcheol cups his chin with his palm on the table, “Didn’t you say you want to offer yourself to me? Did Jihoon say anything about a sponsor, hm?” Jeonghan's blood runs cold, “Stop talking about him. He doesn’t have anything to do with what I want.” Seungcheol let out a quiet ah, “Apologize for doing that. But is it true? Because I can give you one with a lot of regulations that probably bothered you at some points.” It’s not a new thing for Jeonghan to hear those kind of threats before – he’s an idol for fuck’s sake, what can be worse than that? “Nah, I’m fine with it. At least I know I will have some fun with whoever I’m going to spend time with,” Jeonghan responded while sipping his wine. As he crosses his legs in front of the man, Seungcheol can only lean back to his chair, “Okay then.”
Never in a million years Jeonghan has an experience of having a physical display of affection. His job prevents him from doing such things in front of many people. He’s also famous as a member who has a lot of stalkers. His life was never meant to be normal from the beginning.
But to experience getting a sensual kiss in a parking lot is the wildest dream Jeonghan needed without any expectation. To add the fuel to the fire, Seungcheol is a good kisser. The way he grabs his waist as he lets Jeonghan lean back to his wagon is enough to make the idol’s knees go weak immediately. Jeonghan circles his arms around Seungcheol’s neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepens.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Seungcheol breathes between the kiss, “I won’t trade you with anything else.” Jeonghan laughs softly, the stillness of the parking lot they’re currently in sending shivers through his veins. “What are you talking about? I’m the one who is offering myself to you. If you ever have a plan to trade me with anything, you’re not going to live on the next day,” it means to be another joke Jeonghan often says to people he’s starting to be comfortable with. But Seungcheol is not one of those people, “Nah, I can’t die in the first place.”
His members always talk about Jeonghan who never has self-awareness within him. They talk about his naivety towards people who put their interest in him from the beginning. Taking it as granted and giving all them back in much more that he received. Sometimes, most of the time, it backfired on him.
The drive to where Seungcheol lives is mostly filled with silence. Jeonghan can’t contain the excitement and fear thumping from inside of his heart. Two things that shouldn’t be in the same sentence, but here they are. To make everything more confusing, Jeonghan doesn’t know the area they’re currently heading to.
Seungcheol lives a few kilometers outside of Seoul, passing trees and big houses which are only built in one land belonging to the owner as far as Jeonghan knows. Jihoon did tell him about Seungcheol’s wealth. From how he dresses and his car tells enough everything about him. He’s rich, he’s hot; perfect combination of what Jeonghan’s dream man.
Arriving at the house, Jeonghan feels secluded without any specific reason. The aura radiating from every piece of furniture in this house is different from the ones Jeonghan has in his apartment. Probably because Seungcheol is a different man than him. He’s not an idol who’s sometimes afraid to come out from his house or else he will be mobbed in the next seconds.
“Seungcheol?” Jeonghan’s voice echoed in the living room, “Seungcheol, are you still in the bathroom? Sorry, I want to ask for a drink.” Jeonghan tip toes, scanning throughout the house. Trying to find where the owner is. The air suddenly becomes chilly, Jeonghan hugs himself to stand in front of the glass door facing the backyard, “How much is this house? It probably cost years of my salary.”
There are footsteps echoing behind Jeonghan. For a split second, Jeonghan wanted to turn around expecting Seungcheol standing in front of him. Their kiss only lasted for a while, he wanted it more. He’s going to offer his body to the man who’s going to give him whatever he wants.
But his intention stopped right there when he saw the silhouette on the glass door. Seungcheol is not the one who stands behind him.
“Turn around,” a low voice rings into Jeonghan’s ear and he stiffens immediately, “Turn around, Jeonghan.” That’s not a human, Jeonghan points out. Because Seungcheol is not exceeding 2 meters tall for his height. “Jeonghan,” a red skinned arm wrapped around Jeonghan’s waist, “Are you backing down right now? Thought I’ll be having you tonight.”
Jeonghan freed himself from the grip and turned around. His back touches the glass behind him, trembles in fear that has been bubbling up inside. In front of him was not Seungcheol who he kissed an hour ago. It’s another thing he can’t comprehend in words and mind at the moment.
The house feels smaller now, Jeonghan is trapped. Cornered against the glass with nowhere to go.
Feeling like he’s a lost bunny, what should Jeonghan do now?
Seungcheol looks like a demon; or is he one of them? His red skin flares brightly under the lamp light in the living room. His face is still recognizable, but Jeonghan’s mind is clouded by fear. He can’t get a grip of himself to realize that Seungcheol is naked in front of him. Can’t even hold himself back darted downwards to meet the biggest cock he ever laid his eyes on.
He has horns and red skin. Jeonghan is still thinking he’s having a nightmare or fell asleep in the middle of their date. But the way his back can’t escape how Seungcheol walks closer to him tells enough that all of this is real. Jeonghan gulps down, eyes dilating with fear.
“Who –” he croaks out pathetically while demon Seungcheol rolls his eyes, “Of course, Jihoon won’t talk about this. Do you expect I will give you a sponsor because I’m rich?” His wings flap, causing another breeze to crash through Jeonghan’s face, “Well, I am rich, but not that way of having wealth.” Seungcheol towers over Jeonghan who’s leaning against the glass door. Nuzzling his nose on Jeonghan’s chin as he grabs the idol’s waist firmly, “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I have no interest in hurting a pretty bunny unless he wants to be ruined.” Jeonghan exhales a harsh sigh, gasping as Seungcheol’s bare cock ruts between his legs, “I just need to claim you. Sounds good?”
“You’re – ah.. you’re a monster.”
“I am, but you also love a big cock, don't you?”
Jeonghan grabs Seungcheol’s big arms when the demon thrust between his legs. He moans, digging his nails into its skin. It doesn’t do much for the demon but Jeonghan can’t lie if this feels good for him. To finally taste something bigger and possibly getting filled by it.
Seungcheol wasn’t wrong when he thinks of Jeonghan as a whore. He is one and he’s going to earn the title for him. The next thing that he knows is the demon gets rid of his clothes. Leaving Jeonghan’s bare naked on his lap and their lips meet halfway in a sensual kiss.
“Ah, ah, ah – Seungcheol –” Jeonghan gasps into the kiss, tasting the demon’s saliva on his tongue, “Oh, oh, oh! Oh, fuck. You’re so big.” Jeonghan sticks his tongue out, moaning out loud when Seungcheol’s big hands spread his asscheeks. Seungcheol chuckles softly, slipping his two big fingers to open the idol’s mouth, “Pathetic, aren't you?” Jeonghan rolls his eyes to the back, mumbling as he nods, “You will do anything to get what you want. Thank you for coming to me, though. I’ll also do anything to give you what you want and need. Especially in sex, princess.” Jeonghan huffs out, resting his head on Seungcheol’s wide red skinned chest as the big cock rubs against the puckered rim, “Seungcheol, Seungcheol, it won’t fit,” the idol whines, tears brimming in his eyes, “It’s too small, I can’t – fuck… ah, ah… you can suck me first. Claim me, claim me, claim me. Prepare me first, Seungcheol. I’ll do anything for you.”
The demon stops his demonstration, giving a chance for Jeonghan to change his position. With a half lidded gaze, Jeonghan spread his legs on Seungcheol’s lap. Everything about Seungcheol’s demon form is big. His lap is big enough for Jeonghan to lay all of his body on it.
Seungcheol’s pinky finger, which is still bigger than any human fingers, rubs against his rim. Jeonghan moans, biting his finger when the demon pushes it slowly into the smaller body. The sight of Jeonghan spreading his legs and the stars shining from the backyard is out of this world. Seungcheol needs to give another wealth to Jihoon for this.
“Ah! Ahhh!” Jeonghan screams, writhing as his stomach bulges out from the demon’s pinky finger alone, “Oh, oh, oh. Seungcheol –” Seungcheol nudges the sweetest spot and sends the idol to heaven's door in a second, “You can’t call me that.” Jeonghan’s eyes are hazy with lust, saliva drips out from the corner of his lips. “Hahh… ah, ah… I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whines, “Master – can I call you that? Ahh… master,” Seungcheol quirks a small smirk, kissing Jeonghan’s head softly, “You can, baby. That’s better coming from a demon’s bride.” Jeonghan can’t comprehend the sudden change of his status, because Seungcheol's finger is starting to move inside him, “Yes, yes, yes –! Master, master, master!”
His body moves the same pace as what Seungcheol set. There’s no space for him to take control at the moment. He never has a chance in the first place. To be the demon’s whore and take all the submissive places in a more serious note is what Jeonghan does best.
It’s just his finger, Jeonghan thinks as Seungcheol’s finger thrusts deeper inside him, it’s so big I can’t take it. He placed his palm on the bulging stomach. Moaning as he feels it moves underneath his skin. Pounding his sweetest spot brutally, not giving any kind of space for any other small cocks that have been rutting inside him these past years.
Jeonghan’s cock is bulging red. Spurting pre-cum that can only leave as an accessory on Seungcheol’s red skin. When Seungcheol wraps his hand around it, Jeonghan screams. Spurting white on him without giving any warning for his untouched first orgasm from a pinky finger fingering only.
Seungcheol raises an eyebrow, “Hm? What are you doing?” Fear suddenly clouded his mind. Jeonghan babbles, tears running down his cheeks, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to.” Seungcheol cups the idol’s chin for their gazes to meet halfway. Jeonghan sniffles a quiet hiccup, nuzzling his cheek on the demon’s big finger, “You can’t cum unless I want you to,” the low voice vibrates from inside him, sending shivers through Jeonghan’s body, “Do you understand, princess?” his lips trembles before nodding again, “I understand – ah! Ah, ah, ah. I understand, master. I’m sorry.”
“You’re so cute when you act like this.”
“Do you like it?”
“I like you,” Seungcheol pulls Jeonghan closer to his embrace, lifting him up for the smaller man circling his arms around the demon’s neck, “I like you, Yoon Jeonghan.” Jeonghan sighs softly, nuzzling their noses together as he part his lips slightly. Letting Seungcheol’s tongue enter back inside his mouth, exchanging saliva under the stars shining from the backyard. “I still think your cock is too big inside me,” Jeonghan breaks the kiss, holding onto the demon’s wide shoulders for his dear life, “Can we just kiss and lay down for a second?” Seungcheol nods, pecking another kiss on the latter’s cheek softly, “Sure, baby. I can show you other things too.”
Jeonghan learns that Seungcheol is proud of being a demon. Well, if he’s one, he will probably do that too. All the wealth coming in is not from the mortal world. Jeonghan doesn’t know if in hell there’s a qualification regarding which demon that it’s suitable to be rich or they also need to climb the hierarchy stairs before landing on earth.
For years, Jeonghan has always been called the group’s angel. Addition with his birth date too, like a cherry on top. He has also been called the angel-devil together with Jisoo. Jeonghan knows about this from his fansites, he kept them in check occasionally.
“Master,” Jeonghan calls softly, “You can call me Seungcheol now,” the demon replies as he tuck Jeonghan’s stranded hair behind his ear. Jeonghan is smitten, he can’t help himself with his position on Seungcheol’s embrace. “Can you turn back to your human form? I’m sorry, it’s not like I’m afraid or something. It’s easier for me to hold you,” Jeonghan fidgets his fingers, too afraid to look up at Seungcheol’s red eyes above him. The next thing he knows is that Seungcheol's body suddenly becomes smaller in a slow motion, going back to his human form but still he’s bigger than him, “Done.”
Jeonghan squeals in happiness before kissing Seungcheol again. Their skin touches each other as he melts under the man’s embrace. Seungcheol tastes absolutely tasty; like a ripe cherry with a sprinkle of sugar on it. Jeonghan doesn’t regret spraying himself with pure strawberry perfume before going on their date.
Seungcheol’s kiss slowly moved downwards. Leaving visible hickeys on the idol’s neck and chest. Jeonghan stifles a satisfied sigh, massaging Seungcheol’s neck and the tattoo imprinted on his back. He would be lying if that doesn’t make him wet down there.
Seungcheol sucks his nipples like a baby. Jeonghan doesn’t remember finding someone who loves his nipples like him. Soft trails of ah, ah, ah echo in the living room. Squelching sounds coming from where the demon is sucking the life out of Jeonghan’s body through the hard buds.
“Such a baby,” Jeonghan coos with his half lidded lust gaze, “There’s nothing there, baby. It’s just a pair of nipples.” Seungcheol rubs the hard buds with his thumb, eyes avert to stare at the beautiful man who’s sitting on his lap. “I’m a demon, Jeonghan. I can do anything I want to,” he says and another silence fills Jeonghan's mind. Before he gets a chance to mutter another word, his body feels different.
He looks down to see Seungcheol squeezing his pecs with white liquid dripping out from it. Jeonghan’s eyes widens, but before he asks what’s happening, Seungcheol sucks on his nipples again. A long sigh of satisfaction echoed in the house. Jeonghan hold on to Seungcheol’s shoulders for his dear life, tears brimming in his eyes as he feels strangely loving the fact he is breastfeeding the demon.
Oh, oh, I’m lactating, Jeonghan squirms mentally, finally, finally, finally. His cock is rocking hard and red at the moment. Rubbing against Seungcheol’s stomach as he moves on his lap. Pushing the demon’s head to suck deeper on his nipples.
“How – ah, ah, ah. How can you –” Seungcheol wipes a dripping milk from his chin. Licking the leftover on Jeonghan’s chest, “I told you I’m a demon. By offering yourself to me, that means I own your body, right?” Seungcheol sucks on the idol’s lower lips, eyes flashing red in dominance. It weakens Jeonghan’s mind to get rid of his submissiveness. He can’t get away from this that easily, “It feels good – hahh… it feels so good, master.”
“I want to touch you, Hannie. Can I claim you as I wish?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Claim me. Fill me up with your big cocks, master. I can take it, I can – ahh! Hahhh!”
Seungcheol is a sucker for Jeonghan’s nipples. The sense of having a liquid flowing inside his body it’s a new experience for Jeonghan himself. He has never felt this way in years of him living on this world. It is true he once had a plan to transition himself to be a grown woman one day, luring men and women as he likes, but having Seungcheol in his pocket is also a good idea.
Jeonghan chokes on himself when Seungcheol’s cocks rubs against his rim. The demon has two big cocks, trying to push all of them into his ass. Jeonghan cries, biting his lips as it trembles with excitement and fear all over again. What will happen if he’s indeed splitted into two by the forced brute strength Seungcheol is going to give him? He will die in a second, he guesses.
Seungcheol pushes both of them slowly into Jeonghan’s body. Leaving the idol cries in pain, digging his nails into the demon’s skin. It heals quickly because he’s not a human in the first place. But Seungcheol can leave Jeonghan’s marks there for personal ego boost.
“Oh, oh, master –” Jeonghan’s throat feels drier than ever. Writhing in the demon’s embrace, body slowly splitting into two. “You’re doing a good job right now, princess. So, so, so obedient for being my bride,” Jeonghan moans, listening to every praise whispers into his ear coming from Seungcheol, “Do you like it? I know you don’t have any experience having two big cocks inside you at the same time.” Jeonghan’s lips trembles, hiccuping as he tries to utter any words, “I – hahhh… It’s so full inside, master.”
Seungcheol coos softly, kissing the top of his head. Jeonghan rests his head on the demon’s chest, giving himself enough time to adjust with everything. It sent so much pain through his body. Seungcheol is right, he never had a gut to try double penetration by himself, even when Jisoo once recommended it to him by using two dildos.
But this is new to him; everything is. No one told him beforehand that he’s going to vow with a demon king a few hours into his blind date. He just wants some more money through sex and sponsors to gain limitless fame. Though, this is not a bad idea either, Jeonghan needs to kiss Jihoon on the cheek and give Soonyoung enough pocket money to take the producer for another honeymoon together.
“Do you want to do anything, Jeonghan-ah?” Seungcheol whispers softly between the gap of their lips. Jeonghan parted his mouth open, sticking out his tongue to let their lips clash again. Cupping the other man’s chin with his slender and dainty fingers, clean purple-ish nail polish reflects the light shining on it. “Can we stay like this for a while? I’m so full, I think I can’t move anymore,” Jeonghan whines and Seungcheol laughs, wiping the tears stain on the pretty man’s flushing red cheeks, “Okay, okay. I apologize again if I seem to hurt you right now,” the statement immediately got the other man to shake his head frantically, “No, no. It feels so good. It’s just – I’ve never been filled by two big cocks. At this rate, I can get pregnant in the future.”
Seungcheol raises an eyebrow again, “Do you want to?”
Jeonghan eyes lit up, “Is your magic also works in pregnancy?”
The question throws Seungcheol off guard while the human doesn’t know to pinpoint where he said something wrong. Seungcheol squishes Jeonghan’s cheeks because he can. He owns Jeonghan now; his presence, his whole body, and his reason to live. Jeonghan let him do his own way.
They kiss again as the night slowly darkens. Jeonghan has all of his days off for himself starting tomorrow. There are some magazine photoshoots and upcoming fansign video calls. Those schedules are not too tight compared to the usual ones, he still can slip himself out of his manager’s eyesight to go wherever Seungcheol is.
Jeonghan started to move his body slowly on Seungcheol’s lap. The sensation of having two big cocks inside him is indescribable. Soft moans slipping out from his lips, the way Seungcheol’s big palms roam around his body sides. Skin still touching each other, burns every time whenever they make contact.
“Am I yours now, master?” Jeonghan whispers on Seungcheol’s lips. Gaze lifting to stare at the red eyes owned by the demon in front of him. “Am I worth it enough to be your bride? I – hahh… I need to know before we continue whatever we’re going to have together,” Jeonghan continues. Seungcheol tilts Jeonghan’s head upwards slightly, getting another chuckle coming from the other man before it changes into a sudden moan when he thrusts inside him, “Do you feel you’re worth it for the title, baby?” Jeonghan whines again, “Yes, yes, yes. I can do anything for you. What do you want me to do, master? I can do anything. I can clear my schedules for you. Lock me up and just keep me inside in your house, I can live like that if it’s with you.”
He ends up babbling at the end. But Seungcheol knows that’s not Jeonghan’s dream. The idol’s dream is needed to be relevant until he dies one day. Unfortunately, there’s a chance for him to live until the world ends.
Seungcheol laughs again, playing with the edge of Jeonghan’s messy bun. The man looks prettier when he’s like this. Vulnerable, being submissive under the moonlight; under his touch. Seungcheol knows bits of Yoon Jeonghan’s life as an idol, he’s famous to be most of the well-known brand ambassadors and muses.
To have the muses of all muses in the industry begging to be filled and breed on his lap is sure toying with Seungcheol’s ego thousand of years living on this human realm. South Korea is not an easy country to be conquered from the inside, but Jeonghan is not just one of those citizens for him.
“You’re worth it more than any of the years I’ve spent on this earth, Jeonghan,” Seungcheol states as he looks at Jeonghan’s hazel orbs under the lamp of his living room. Jeonghan holds all the stars Seungcheol yearns for to be with someone on this earth. It might sound naive, but he will do anything to keep Jeonghan close to him on any occasion. Jeonghan squeals again, moaning as the big cocks hit his sweetest spot inside, “Ah, ah, yes. I’m yours – ah… I’m yours, master. Please, please, fuck me. Make love to me, master. Make love to me until I can’t walk anymore.”
“You’re not going to walk after tonight, baby. We’re just at the beginning.”
“Aw, I’m so scared. Can’t wait to stay up all night with you.”
Seungcheol pulled the idol closer to him. Jeonghan sticks his ass as he bends further to let Seungcheol manhandle him once again. Moving his ass as he rutted himself on his two big cocks inside. Parting his mouth open, head lolls back, moaning Seungcheol’s name over and over again.
Their first night together lasted until the next morning. Jeonghan gets filled non-stop until his stomach bulges out Seungcheol’s cocks from inside.
It is the best night and date Jeonghan ever had.
Ever since his first meeting with Seungcheol, Jeonghan’s life has turned upside down. Not in a bad way, but maybe this is what Seungcheol meant about his sponsorship. It’s weird, but he might be lying if he doesn’t enjoy all of this. Though it’s easy to please Seungcheol after he needed to do this while Jeonghan was away from him.
It’s been back-to-back news since then. His song won a grand slam for a whole week. Blocking other songs on the music chart, albums selling out, and needing to have another restock in every music shop. Jeonghan’s face is all over the magazines, talking about his successful solo debut and his future as a model waiting in line for its turn.
Are there any negative comments? Absolutely. Jeonghan has been in the industry for years. He had eaten enough comments questioning his worth in the group. Sure, his visuals are out of the world, so they decided to talk about talents.
In his first few years, Jeonghan broke down. His members supported him, even Jihoon had to step in and faced the higher ups about taking down all the comments. They said it was all part of the marketing. In the end, his name was on the top of any search engine.
“Good morning,” a low voice greets Jeonghan who’s sitting on the sofa facing the backyard. Jeonghan closes his phone, scoots to the side for Seungcheol to join him. “Morning,” he replied, letting the man trail kisses on his naked back, “You’re up early. Thought you said you couldn’t walk last night.” Jeonghan grins, humming when Seungcheol pecks the bite marks on his nape, “I have my days off. Hence why I let you ruin me last night.”
“How about today? Will you let me again?”
“Of course. I have to serve my master who gave me a pussy, right?”
Seungcheol growls slowly and Jeonghan’s laughs even louder. It still feels like a fever dream when the morning comes. Seungcheol has meant everything to him since their first meeting. He did make sure to give the idol everything he needs in material, physical, even mental.
Jeonghan has grown to be an androgynous person. He’s comfortable with it. One of those people who indulges what he wants is his members. Even when the company staff often scolded them whenever Seokmin or Seungkwan called him eonnie rather than hyung in some of their live streams together.
Last night, Seungcheol indulged him too. The way he did it was different from what others do. He used his magic, like a demon king he is. Thus, Jeonghan had another best night of sex the whole night yesterday.
“Do you want to suck my tits first?” Jeonghan slips his lingerie to massage his naked pussy underneath. Seungcheol sighs before nodding, “You like it when I fuck your pussy, baby?” Jeonghan chuckles, gasping as Seungcheol’s demon finger thrusts into his body again, “Yes, yes, yes. Love it when you put babies in me. Can’t wait to be pregnant with your kids, master.” Jeonghan let out the longest sigh when Seungcheol moved his fingers inside, the same time with him sucking his nipples. Letting all the milk flow from his chest and straight to Seungcheol’s dry throat, “Ah, ah, ah. Yes, milk me more, master. It feels so good – fuck.”
As far as Jeonghan knows, according to the fiction movies he watched through the years, demons and vampires are different. Sure, Seungcheol loves to bite. He bites because he can. He’s a territorial man after all.
The marks on Jeonghan’s pale skin says it all. It won’t disappear that easily if he still decided to go back to Seungcheol house. Expecting them to not have sex until the dawn comes. Sometimes they had a whole day to cool down, filled with kissing each other and doing other domestic stuff.
Seungcheol wanted to take Jeonghan on public dates, but his magic is an exception to hide their relationship. Even when he wants him to tell the world that Jeonghan only belongs to one man.
Jeonghan leans back to the sofa, squirming as his stomach tightens. Another orgasm wave is coming in a short time. Milk still drips out from his nipples, messaging the demon’s tattoo on the back as he sighs again. A few seconds pass, he squirts all of his liquid out from the tight pussy, coating Seungcheol’s demon fingers plugging inside.
“You’re a mess, baby,” Jeonghan chuckles as he wipes his milk leftover around Seungcheol mouth. Seungcheol frowns, sucking on his bride’s fingers until it cleans. “Do you want one or two again?” he asks, spreading Jeonghan’s legs on the sofa, “Hmmm… I think I still can take both of you.” The statement makes the demon raise an eyebrow again, his red eyes flashing under the morning sunlight, “Are you sure? I thought you’ll have to go this afternoon.”
“And I can’t have both of my holes leaking from your cum? Honey, that sounds fucking hot.”
“I know, but I love you.”
“I love you too. It’s okay, you’ll come with me, right?”
Jeonghan pulls Seungcheol closer to him. Erasing the gap between their bodies and lips. Inhaling a soft sigh when Seungcheol pushes his cock into his tight pussy in one go. He’s still stretched enough from last night making love.
Butterflies have bloomed inside him ever since he met Seungcheol. Both from being loved and satisfied. Though, for a few days, Jeonghan thought he would break off the vow between them. But Seungcheol is more than a scary monster, he’s like a fluffy bear whenever they’re together for most of the time.
“I love you,” Jeonghan gasps into the demon’s mouth, “Ah! Hahh… I love you, Seungcheol.” Seungcheol’s second big cock enters his rim. Once again filling the idol’s tight body at 8 in the morning. “I love you too,” Seungcheol whispers, he vows for the rest of his life, “I love you too, Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan has a schedule to visit a new brand shop opening. It’s not common for a celebrity to invite a plus one when they were invited. Jeonghan also asked his manager, Wonwoo, to make it easier for him. But at the end, Seungcheol also refused the invitation, he’s better observing Jeonghan’s sequence from a distance.
Right, Wonwoo met Seungcheol once. Jeonghan introduced them to each other, but it didn't go that well. At first, he thought Wonwoo was exaggerating. Because for him, Seungcheol is just a cute bear with horns when he’s in his true form.
“I think he wants to kill me,” Wonwoo said after Seungcheol got home a few minutes ago. Jeonghan curled an eyebrow, the sound of the fridge closing echoed in the kitchen. “Why did you think that way?” Wonwoo shrugged, his stance was awkward even when Seungcheol had gone out of the picture, “You know, I’ve never had a problem with anyone you slept with. Even when it was your fans or something. I warned you and you took the responsibility as always.” Wonwoo lifted his head to meet Jeonghan’s gaze in the middle, “But him? I think he’s not a good guy,” Jeonghan poured the orange juice into the man’s empty glass, filling it in half, “You’re projecting. It’s okay, I’ll take my responsibility too with this one.”
The bite mark on Jeonghan’s nape is imprinted. Nothing can hide that, including the most expensive foundation on earth. Jeonghan is confused, his heart sizzles everytime he tries to touch it. He thought it was one of Seungcheol’s kinks to show the world that Jeonghan only belongs to him.
Sometimes, Jeonghan forgets that he’s dating a demon. Sure, Seungcheol does not often appear in his true form. One of Jeonghan’s requests after their traumatizing first meeting. Jeonghan still felt guilty because Seungcheol’s cocks are bigger when he’s in his demon form, but oh well, it’s better to keep his heart rate on check more than his g-spot.
“You look exhausted,” Seungkwan points out as Jeonghan enters the room, “Well, hello there, brother. Did you have fun having summer flings in Jeju?” The younger pouts, “It’s not a fling. I live there.” Jihoon scoffs, “Well, if you sneaked out from your house every night with an excuse to meet with your foreign friend, that’s probably a fling.” Seungkwan groaned and the other older members only nodded in agreement. “Jeonghannie looks exhausted because his sex needs have already been filled! Am I right?” Jisoo slaps Jeonghan’s ass and he winces in pain, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Did you do it this morning?” Jeonghan only gives his best friend a glare before Seokmin chimes in.
“I also did it with my girlfriend this morning!”
“Oh, really? Did you use a condom, Seokmin-ah?”
“No. We’re going to get married next year.”
Silence fills in the VIP authentic Korean restaurant which Jisoo booked in advance from weeks ago. The silence is too loud, even the sound of Jihoon scooting from his original position can be heard in the room. Jeonghan turns to Jisoo who’s already avoiding his gaze. Tonight will be the longest night four of them ever had.
Surprisingly, the night is still bearable to go through. Pushing aside their personal dramas, Jeonghan takes his time to observe his members. Walking down through the memory lane with their trainee years together. It is unbelievable to witness how much they have grown.
Jeonghan is the first person who realized that he changed so much since debut. His sister pointed out for better and for worse. This job is not easy. Jeonghan had learned to embrace it and follow the wave. Even if shook his core and almost trampled in between because of it, he needs to push through.
Or else he will fall and the rest of it is history.
Jeonghan leans back to the room’s wall. Jisoo is in the middle of shit talking about his TV show castmates. Seokmin is a bit tipsy, but Jeonghan can’t help noticing his roaming hand almost wrap around the older’s waist. Jeonghan glanced at the side, catching the sight of Jihoon who was also enjoying the gossip at the moment.
His phone dings on the table. The lock screen of Seungcheol tattooed back facing him shows up on the screen. At times like this, Jeonghan doesn’t move that fast. Hence, Seungkwan catches it faster than him.
“Shut the fuck up,” he cover his mouth, eyes widens, “That’s your lockscreen? Hyung, change it.” Jeonghan groans, holding his phone tight on the chest, “Why? He’s my boyfriend.” Jihoon sighs, twirling the alcohol glass on his grip, “I need to talk with Mingyu again after this. Don’t say anything like that, hyung. You know our fans are crazy.” The statement is wild, but that’s enough to get another nod from Seokmin, “Yeah, hyung. I saw some of them waiting in front of the restaurant. They might be waiting for you to ask questions regarding your boyfriend. You know we’ve burdened Mingyu’s restaurant so often and asked him to delete our visit’s CCTV footage.”
It sounds crazy, but it’s their daily life. 24/7, without pause, they were being watched. Either from the agency or their fans. Correction, should they deserve to be called fans? Says people on the internet.
Jeonghan shrugs, opening his phone to find texts from Seungcheol.
남편❤️ : baby
남편❤️: are you still at the restaurant?
jeonghan: yesss
jeonghan: do you still want to pick me up?
남편❤️: yeah
남편❤️: im in front of the restaurant
jeonghan: oh really?
jeonghan: but i think it will take more time
남편❤️: its okay
남편❤️: im talking with some people here
남편❤️: there are your fansites too and the other members
jeonghan: are you okay?
남편❤️: im fine dont worry
남편❤️: just enjoy your night handsome
Worriness is the last thing Jeonghan wants to feel regarding Seungcheol’s wellbeing. It’s heavier on other people’s condition. No, Jeonghan does not think Seungcheol might hurt others who are cherished by him. You know, like some kind of psychopath in fiction movies he loves to watch any other day.
The night darkens and they decide to end the dinner. By rules, they decide who’s going to exit from the front or back door by playing rock, paper, scissors. Unserious, Jeonghan knows, but out there it is more serious than everyone thinks. Mingyu, the restaurant’s owner, stops by to help them exit his place.
Jeonghan exits from the front door, because he needs to sacrifice his presence to protect the others who come out from the back. His eyes squint immediately when he sees phone flashlights facing him. Jeonghan bowed to greet his fansites who he hasn’t exchanged any simple greetings with these past few weeks. Since he got together with Seungcheol, there was no free time for him to hang out with them.
Seungcheol’s sedan car sight is not far away from him. But the other people blocked his way, “Hyung! We haven’t seen each other for a while.” Jeonghan stops, composing himself to not lash out, “Hi, yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been resting these days.” The other person chimes in, “When are you free, oppa? Your manager still has us blocked. We can’t contact him anymore.” Jeonghan parts his mouth to reply, but the sentence dies down in his throat, “Ah, maybe the manager has just changed! I talked with the person who’s driving the sedan right there earlier. He seems to be Jeonghan’s new manager.”
No, no, no, Jeonghan’s mind screams in silence. Body freezes, mind switching off in panic. Jeonghan doesn’t realize when another person comes up beside him. He’s suddenly being dragged from the crowd and gets inside a car.
Jeonghan lifts his head when the car’s engine starts. Driving through Seoul’s traffic lights, away from the restaurant’s district. He turns to find Seungcheol sitting on the driver seat. Right hand gripping on the steering wheel, eyes focused to the road ahead.
“Seungcheol –”
“I know, it’s okay.”
Jeonghan stays silent for the rest of the drive. It wasn’t his fault though, but why does his heart feel heavy suddenly? He never felt that way. Seungcheol’s palm reached out to hold his hand. Rubbing circles on his fingers, intertwining their hands into a solid hand holding.
Stepping into Seungcheol’s house, Jeonghan kisses him deep. Let his big hands roam around his slender body. Gasping into the kiss filled by abundance of affection. His love for the man can’t be contained anymore; Jeonghan loves Seungcheol so much, he might die when he’s not anywhere near him.
“Seungcheol –” Seungcheol shushes him, lifting his right leg to wrap around his waist. Jeonghan leans to the wall, they’re still at the front door threshold. “Please – please, please, please,” trails of pleas escape from his mouth, because that’s the only thing he can do right now. Begging for Seungcheol to sweep everything away and make him forget about reality, “I’m here, baby,” Jeonghan senses Seungcheol’s skin become warmer under his touch, “How do you want it for tonight? Baby, I’ll give everything to you. Anything,” a quiet sob slips out in the silence of the house’s threshold, “Take me, take me, take me. Make me yours – ah! Ahh… make me forget everything. I just want to remember you from now on.”
An impulsive choice, but what Jeonghan has now? All the fame he’s been getting is nothing to be compared with him being by Seungcheol’s side. He loves his members, but that’s not enough. A group is bound to not last forever. Not to the extent where they will disband or anything, but people have their own lives on the road.
Jeonghan may look the busiest between five of them in public eyes, but he’s the loneliest in the heart. Thus, he started to find closure by befriending his fans. Wonwoo didn't like the idea until now. Hence he is disliked by most of his fans.
Jisoo and Jihoon haven't stopped getting lengths of thankful messages sent by him since he got together with Seungcheol. It wasn’t needed, just like Jihoon said, but still. All of this happened because of them. Even when Jeonghan is hiding the secret about who Seungcheol is.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on with me,” Jeonghan sniffles when Seungcheol lays him down on their bed. Seungcheol shakes his head, cradles the man’s head with so much care. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he calmed him down, red eyes flashing under the moonlight shining through their room, “It was an inevitable situation. I had to do what I could.” Jeonghan grips on Seungcheol’s formal shirt collar, helping him to undo the buttons and throw it to the floor, “I need to see you.”
“You’re seeing me now, Jeonghan.”
“No, I mean, the real you.”
Seungcheol’s gaze darkens and Jeonghan feels something change in the air. It’s been a long time since Jeonghan had seen Seungcheol’s true form. Since their first meeting, it was just a silhouette when he was still sleepy. Seungcheol often woke up earlier than him, doing his things, Jeonghan can’t bring himself to ask more details regarding the other side’s business.
The demon’s skin slowly gets warmer and warmer. He grows taller and bigger on top of Jeonghan. The horns are still there, intact perfectly on top of Seungcheol’s head. Jeonghan curls a smile, tugging him closer, gasping as Seungcheol spreads his legs wider for him.
“I love you,” Jeonghan whispers on Seungcheol’s lips. Gaze darting up and down, tracing his human fingers on the demon’s skin. “I love you so much,” he says again, “I know you’re a demon and I know you’ve been very good for me since we met.” Seungcheol growls, the bed shakes, “Can you do something for me?” Jeonghan huffs a soft sigh before clashing their lips together, “Please save me from them.”
It is ambiguous, Jeonghan doesn’t intend to make it specific either. But he’s talking to a demon, he knows what’s best for his human bride.
Jeonghan will hold a fan concert 3 months from now. Enough time to prepare this and that. He demanded to make this concert everything about him and his fans. There will also be a Q&A session, singing an unreleased song, and other things to fill the gap of free time within the event.
The plan has been laid out before Jeonghan’s solo debut. It was in his personal plan, the first meeting to talk about the topic. Jeonghan brought up the concert topic because he could. For years, he and his members have been profiting the agency with all they could, giving him a concert is just a bare minimum.
Thus, Jeonghan bounces back to the agency more often than usual. In between practices and meetings, he still has a few rounds of fansign video call slots. Sitting on the makeup chair, Jeonghan’s lips are clean pinkish. Bleaching his hair to blonde as per Seungcheol’s request, giving a tribute to one of his favorite magazine covers.
“Jeonghan hyung,” Minghao, his personal stylist, calls his name. Jeonghan hums, looking at him in the mirror, “You look tired.” The statement gets a quick eyebrow raise from him, “Hm? Am I?” Minghao nods, “I don’t know for sure because you always look tired most of the time. But today is different, do you feel drained or something?” Jeonghan shrugs, “I think it’s because of the concert preparation. I’m fine, Minghao. I’ll just take another IV shot like usual.” The stylist sighs, pinching Jeonghan’s cheek playfully until he whines, “Okay, okay. Make sure to keep your health check.”
Keeping his health in chec k and Jeonghan is not compatible to be put in the same sentence. But the least thing Jeonghan does is to do best about it. He’s been doing this for years, it will be fine. Will it though? Jeonghan asks himself when Minghao is done with his makeup, messaging the bite mark on his nape.
It stings, warmer and the pain is still bearable. Seungcheol has been rough on their bed, including last night. Jeonghan winces in pain when he sits down on his chair for the fansign video call. The staff make sure if he feels alright and Jeonghan gives them a quick thumbs up.
There are new people and familiar faces for his fansign video call. Jeonghan remembers their faces, especially the ones that often do it with him. Not all of them had hung out with him off schedule, because his fans were spread across the world. But he remembers them in concerts and other events whenever their time aligns with each other.
“Oppa,” another familiar face shows up on the screen. Jeonghan signs the album without breaking the gaze he has on her, “Hi! It’s been a long time, isn’t it? Oh, you’re using this name. It’s always the other girl who talks to me with this name though.” The girl on the screen looks sad and Jeonghan drops everything down for a second. “What’s wrong?” he asks with a concerned tone, “Uh, I want to talk about her especially. She’s gone already, oppa.”
Jeonghan’s world freezes in a moment. His eyes go blurry and he almost lets it happen before the staff reminds him. He doesn’t have any words to reply and capability to digest the information he just heard. The girl was one of the people he met after exiting the restaurant months ago.
After the fansign ended, Jeonghan had to move to other schedules. Another magazine photoshoot with a unique concept. Jeonghan let the stylist transform him into a handsome and pretty human being at the same time. While his mind wanders to the other side.
“Jeonghan hyung,” Wonwoo calls and Jeonghan startles, “Huh? Oh God, it’s you.” Wonwoo closes the model’s break room, the team is still setting up for the next photoshoot outside. “What do you mean one of your fansites owners is gone? Like gone gone? Pass away? She’s dead?” Jeonghan nods, legs still moving with nervousness, “Her friend didn’t tell me about the details. But she told me implicitly, you know, because the staff were there.” Wonwoo sits beside him, listening carefully to what Jeonghan is going to tell, “She told me that someone followed her. Didn’t know how, but it happened so quickly. The last time they met was when she told her about Seungcheol. They still think he’s my new manager.”
“Wait, they met Seungcheol?”
“Yeah, not like that kind of meeting. He was there to pick me up.”
“He was there to what?” Wonwoo’s face is in shock, “Hyung, why didn’t I know any of this? You told me you were just hanging out with the other members.” Jeonghan gulps down, seat shifting on the sofa, “Yes, yes, we did. We hung out just like usual. You didn’t know? Mingyu was there.” The statement gets another forehead frown coming from his manager, “Why are you dragging Mingyu into this? He – okay, why are we talking about him right now. Hyung, your boyfriend is not a good guy. I don’t even trust anything that you told me regarding how both of you met. Jihoon also didn’t tell me any details about that guy.” Jeonghan’s gaze becomes blank as Wonwoo’s eyes pierces into his eyes, “Hyung, who is he?”
Jeonghan feels his body becoming warmer and warmer. Trembling from fear as he stumbled from his own feet when the magazine staff announced that the set was completely done. Wonwoo hisses, he can’t hold onto Jeonghan’s body because it suddenly burns. But Jeonghan feels alright, he’s not sick or having a fever right now.
The news is not only that. Jeonghan hasn’t met any of his fans in front of the shops he often stopped by. This is not the agency’s doing, because they never did any shits for him and the other members. It must be some other people, but Jeonghan doesn’t know who.
남편❤️: hani
남편❤️: i bought groceries
남편❤️: [sent a photo]
남편❤️: you’re still down for tonight’s dinner right?
jeonghan: yes
jeonghan: thank you❤️
남편❤️: no problem
남편❤️: text me when you’re done
남편❤️: ill pick you up
jeonghan: no need cheollie
jeonghan: there are a lot of people here
남편❤️: its okay
남편❤️: they wont see me
남편❤️: i want to see you
“Jeonghan hyung,” Jeonghan almost dropped his phone to the floor. Chan, one of his back dancers, is wiping the sweat on his neck. “Are you okay? You look exhausted,” he states something that is obvious from the outsider’s perspectives. It differs from what Jeonghan thinks, “I’m fine,” Jeonghan try to curl a smile, but he knows he failed miserably, “Why do you ask?” Chan shrugs, closing the lid of his water bottle, “Just curious. Seungkwan hyung told me that you have a new boyfriend. Flash news, it’s real. Maybe one day I want to meet him, hyung. In a friendly way, of course.”
Jeonghan understands what Chan means, but maybe it’s not a good idea for him to let Seungcheol meet someone in a short time. Especially at times like this when he can’t differentiate his priorities. Jeonghan only replied with a quick nod, squeezing Chan’s shoulders lightly. It’s weak, weaker than ever, thus he ignores the stare that the younger gives him regardless.
When it’s time to clock out, Jeonghan bows to the dancers and his team. Grabbing his sport bag and exiting from the back door. Since Seungcheol showed up in front of his fans that night, there weren’t any fans crowding the back door anymore. Usually he or the other members met up with their fans here.
Jeonghan closes the door behind him and immediately finds the sighting of Seungcheol’s car. He drove the smaller one, just like that night. Wearing an all-dark formal tuxedo. The edge of his hair was trimmed, musky cologne can be sniffed from the distance.
“Hey,” Seungcheol greets, holding on Jeonghan’s fingers tightly. Jeonghan sighs, inhaling the scent from the demon’s figure. The trimmed hair really suits him. “Let’s go home,” Jeonghan says under the mask, “Okay, baby,” Seungcheol replies before opening the passenger door for his human bride.
The drive is silent and Jeonghan knows Seungcheol senses it from the air. He still doesn’t know if the demon can hear his mind. Does he ever try to find out from the books in Seoul’s national library? Boy, talk about his free time. Even if he had one, Seungcheol will question his intention either way.
Arriving back home, Jeonghan went straight to the bathroom. His body is sweating nasty, but Seungcheol still left a trail of kisses on the bite mark. Letting the water fall on top of his body and every curves of his skin, Jeonghan stays in the shower cubicle for more than an hour. Unusual, he knows, but something is telling him there’s more in this relationship.
“What are you cooking?” Jeonghan dries his hair as he steps down from the stairways. Seungcheol chuckles, flipping off the pan on his grip. The stove isn’t on, Jeonghan figures he lit up the fire himself. “Kimchi fried rice. I remember you love it so much from Jihoon. Needed to ask Jisoo for quick tips yesterday and he gave me willingly,” Seungcheol turned to face Jeonghan, “Your friends are nice. Did I say anything about that?”
“You’re studying my friends?”
“Who else is not?”
Seungcheol flicks his hand, “Ah, right. Your fans are also nice too.” Jeonghan feels the goosebumps running through his skin. “The one at the restaurant?” He asks and Seungcheol nods, “Yes. The one who handles Common Hop. I heard that it changed ownership recently. Do you know it? Just in case I bump into her in your concert.” The silence followed by is deafening.
Jeonghan takes a few steps back from where Seungcheol is standing. It only takes a few seconds for the demon to realize what he just said. A soft chuckle escapes from his mouth as he distinguishes the fire from the stove. He grabbed it with his bare hands and disappeared into the thin air.
“You never mentioned any of your fansite names to me, did you?” Jeonghan shakes his head, “Never.” Seungcheol part his mouth to say something, but Jeonghan is quick to shut him up. “What did you do to her?” He croaks out, “What did you do!?” Then a scream echoes in the house. Seungcheol sighs, wiping his hands using the nearest towel, “I did what I had to do, Jeonghan. You told me to protect you from them.”
Jeonghan knows he can’t run away from Seuntcheol’s sight. But he still tries, until the mark on his neck burns to the hottest temperature he never felt before. It feels like there’s a fire burning on his skin. Jeonghan cries in pain, tears falling on his cheeks as he sits on the floor.
There’s blood trickling from his nape. Vision blurred from the tears, finding Seungcheol only to crouch lower in front of him. Jeonghan lifts his head to meet Seungcheol’s bright red eyes staring back at him. He’s doing all of this.
“What did I say about running away, princess?” Seungcheol’s low voice echoes in the room. Jeonghan cries in pain again, the voice it’s different from the one he uses daily. It’s threatening, hurting him from the inside. “Tell me that you’re sorry,” Seungcheol pressed, intimidating, “Say it, Yoon Jeonghan.”
“No – I –”
“Say it.”
“You’re a monster –” Jeonghan screams again when Seungcheol pulls his hair. Bending his body backwards, eyes blotched red. Seungcheol gritted his teeth, palm touching the red mark on Jeonghan’s nape before he caressed it softly. The pain goes away slowly, but Jeonghan still cries in silence, “I don’t want to hurt you, okay? Not in a lifetime, Jeonghan.”
It’s the first time Jeonghan has ever felt fear when he’s around Seungcheol. For months, the thing he has always received is only affection and softness. Seungcheol gave everything that Jeonghan wished he had for a long time ago. However, he often forgot what was the other reason they got together in the first place.
The two of them still continued the dinner after the intervention. Jeonghan spent the night with Seungcheol’s arms wrapped around his waist from the back. Holding himself to not break any tears in the middle of the night. When it’s dark, Seungcheol is in his powerful state.
Jeonghan continued his schedule while feeling drained at the same time. Some of the schedules he needs to attend other than the concert preparation have to be canceled in a short time. He expects Seungcheol to be more pushover with what they just went through together. What Jeonghan had seen about his true nature and all the possibilities he can do to him, both mentally and physically.
Jisoo is standing in front of him, both arms crossed on his chest. “Trouble in paradise?” he asks softly, Jeonghan shuts his eyes close, “I don’t know.” Jisoo raises an eyebrow at the vague answer he gets, “Are you okay?” the tone is concerning. Jeonghan lifts his gaze to meet Jisoo’s gaze, he crouches lower, holding his hands, “I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just –” forced chuckle escapes from his lips, “Concert preparation. It’s draining enough for me to zone out in the middle.”
Even though he feels like that in his personal life, Jeonghan thinks it’s still not worth it to throw everything on the line. Seungcheol doesn’t bother him that much after that night. He still pecked Jeonghan’s cheek while the idol was asleep. Soft whisper filled with affirmations of promises to protect him from everything.
The malicious comments are still there, but it dies down slowly until a few days after Jeonghan's concert. There is good news regarding his image. Videos resurfacing online revolving around Jeonghan as the oldest member of his group. The agency didn’t tell Jeonghan about it, he doesn’t care either.
Jeonghan came home to his apartment with Seungcheol sitting on the sofa. The sight startled him, almost giving the idol a quick heart attack. Even when their relationship doesn’t get affected with what happened, there is still an elephant in the room. Jeonghan doesn’t even know how to address it, because it’s only him against the demon.
“Why do you look so surprised?” Seungcheol closes the magazine he’s been reading for the past few minutes. It’s the latest magazine issue with Jeonghan on the cover. It covered the journey of Jeonghan’s solo debut and his upcoming fan concert. Jeonghan shakes his head, tightening the grip on his sling bag, “No, no. I’m fine, sorry, master – oh, I mean –” the sentence stops midway when Seungcheol’s palm finds its way back to Jeonghan’s hair, “You’re sorry now?” oh no, Jeonghan sighs in defeat, “It’s okay. I can’t be mad at you for a long time.”
A day before the concert, Wonwoo tells him the reason for the slowly disappearing malicious comments revolving around Jeonghan. It’s also on the news, but Jeonghan doesn’t have much time to tune in these past days. It is written that the owner of those online communities have been captured. Some of the commenters were missing without any trace.
Half of them were found dead on the alley across South Korea. Jeonghan remembers the day when he didn’t spend a few nights with Seungcheol. The demon told him he’s going to work on something to make everything right. Jeonghan doesn’t understand how to make everything right according to a demon.
Jeonghan looks at his own reflection in front of the mirror. He learns how much he has grown these past years. Seokmin said that he’s been aging, finally. It’s not a drag, time has caught up on him.
The concert started pretty well. For around 10 minutes, Jeonghan let himself immerse with the fame he has yearned forever. In this place with 15.000 audiences coming to see him, Jeonghan focuses on that fact throughout it. His eyes catch some familiar and new faces.
Throwing the fact that some of them have gone brutally.
In the midst of the crowd, Jeonghan finds Seungcheol. He’s there, not in the VIP section where it’s meant for his family and friends. Seungcheol is not his friend. Jeonghan finds himself fidgeting the paper he’s been holding for a while, looking down at the question one of his fans has submitted earlier before the show starts.
“Jeonghan oppa, are you happy?” Jeonghan reads the question while using the microphone again, “From Common Hop.” Various murmurs erupt in the hall, some of them know, others don’t. Jeonghan’s hand trembles, but he has enough strength to hide it in front of his fans. That’s what he does best, apparently, “It’s our dear Common Hop, everyone. She had to go earlier than all of us, including me.”
His chest stings from an unbearable pain. The mark burns again and Jeonghan brings his free hand to message it. Whispers under his breath to let someone stop it already. His eyes meet Seungcheol again in the crowd, red eyes glows under the brightening light above them.
Please, please, please stop, he begs, the crowd’s attention diverted from him for a while. Talking about the possibilities of how one of them had gone abruptly without any notice beforehand. Jeonghan’s tears brimming in his eyes, it will make such a good media play if his agency finds out the video online after this ends. Seungcheol flicks his finger under the shadow of people sitting in front of him and Jeonghan exhales a harsh sigh.
“Sorry everyone, I just have a lot of thoughts regarding her,” Jeonghan chuckles, wiping the tears in his eyes, “I, uh, I’m happy now. Very much happier than I’ve known myself throughout the years. There were things that I can’t control in between, but I’m still happy. I hope all of you are still happier than me.” Jeonghan scrunches his nose and the audiences let out a loud awww in unison. A familiar sight which calms Jeonghan down. His eyes find Seungcheol again when he’s in the middle of moving to the next song.
Seungcheol moves his lips in silence but Jeonghan can read all of it.
“I love you,” he says.
But Jeonghan wonders, is all of this still can be called love?
The title of the demon’s human bride is not a joke. Jeonghan knows this, but Seungcheol hasn’t told him enough details about it. A year almost passed since their relationship developed into something more serious. Seungcheol is still out there doing his own things and Jeonghan doesn’t want to know anything about it either.
During the months of their relationship, Jeonghan understands how things work when he’s eloped with a demon. Seungcheol is territorial, that’s a given. Even though he's not a demon, Jeonghan understands where he came from. I mean, Jeonghan is hot and he’s obsessed with him.
“You’re so pretty,” Seungcheol sighs as he sinks back to Jeonghan’s tight rim. Jeonghan moans, arching his back, spreading both of his legs on the bed. “Such a pretty bride for me, aren’t you Jeonghannie?” Jeonghan threw every logical thought to the back of his mind. Since his concert ended and was given a long deserved break, he only spent each day with Seungcheol, “Yes, yes, yes. Only for you, master.”
The thrust Seungcheol gives is driving him insane. Jeonghan’s rim is now enough to be filled with his two big cocks at the same time. Months of practice being pounded by it, Jeonghan is satisfied. He never experienced any sexual deprivation since meeting Seungcheol that night.
Jeonghan parts his mouth open. Trails of broken moans spilling out from it. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, almost scratching the bed sheets underneath. Seungcheol’s brute force is sometimes bearable, although his body reaction says otherwise.
“Master! Master! Master!” Jeonghan cries in pleasure. Raising his ass higher for Seungcheol to slap it hard. Once, twice, thrice – red blooms on his pale skin, it burns yet it’s satisfying. “Oh! Hhahh… master, master, master. Please, breed me, master,” Jeonghan turn his head to face Seungcheol behind him, “You – you promised me.”
“What did I promise you, darling?”
“That you will make me pregnant someday.”
It is easy for Jeonghan to forget that Seungcheol can be a potential criminal in this country. He has a long list of murders revolving around Jeonghan's surroundings. Everytime Wonwoo tells him about the disappearance of people who were once his and the group’s enemies, Jeonghan can only stay silent. Well, it is sometimes better to kill them rather than wait for what the agency wants to do.
Seungcheol is a demon full of magic. It spices up their relationship and fulfills all Jeonghan’s wants in this world. Being pregnant is one of the wishes Jeonghan wanted. Having to carry his own child for 9 months, just like what his mother did for him long ago.
“I’m not knocking you up in our home,” Jeonghan whines in disappointment, but Seungcheol adds again, “I need to marry your first, baby. Like a real wedding.” Jeonghan’s eyes lit up with hope, “Then let’s get married. We don’t need anyone else there. Just the two of us, you’re more powerful than anyone in this world.” Objectively, that is true, Jeonghan was waiting for Seungcheol to burn the country down one day. Seungcheol chuckles softly, kissing Jeonghan’s lips quickly as his cock thrusts deeper inside, “Okay, baby. Let me plan it ahead of time. It won’t take long. Can you be patient with me?” Jeonghan nods, “Anything for you, master.”
They continue their making love until the sun hits in the morning. Jeonghan’s schedule while resting is only being filled up with Seungcheol’s seeds. Switching from having a tight rim and pussy everyday. Jeonghan feels like a doll and is used by Seungcheol whenever he likes.
He shows up in public again when Seokmin gets married. It is an expected schedule because Seokmin told them already a year before. The group is still on hiatus and the news broke randomly a few days ago. Seokmin does not need to post an apology letter, because he doesn’t give a fuck with it.
But Jeonghan knows who give a fuck when he’s marrying someone.
“Hey, girl,” Jeonghan greets Jisoo, who's in the middle of sipping wine. The newlyweds are dancing on the center of attention with Mingyu and Minghao recording how Seokmin looks stupid waltzing with his wife. Jisoo hums, waving his hand at Seungcheol who’s standing behind Jeonghan, “Are you okay?” Jeonghan asks, “Hmmm. Never been better.” It is weird to hear that there’s no lying underneath the words he just heard.
Jeonghan squints his eyes to notice visible but not that visible hickeys on Jisoo’s neck. It looks like the intercourse happened yesterday or last night. Jeonghan just got here this morning, didn’t join Seokmin’s party last night because of his own sex life with Seungcheol. He has bigger cocks at home.
“Did you –” Jeonghan motions his hand to describe sex to Jisoo. His best friend only stifles a laugh, Seungcheol doesn’t even faze to see his bride is a stupid moron sometimes. “Yeah, I did. You know who,” he says, a mischievous smile creeping on his lips. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, but Jisoo’s eyes are still gazing at Seokmin in front of them.
It’s not a lie that the two of them had a weird relationship together. If it’s only Jeonghan who felt that way, maybe he was a bad observer. But the other members also know it too. So, to know things about this is not surprising for him.
As Jeonghan understood the situation, he kept silent. Including Jihoon and Seungkwan too. It is a choice to be rational about things like this. But Jisoo is their friend and he knows Seokmin longer than his wife.
It’s not long after Seokmin’s wedding, Seungcheol plans theirs. In private, only the two of them. Seungcheol meets Jeonghan’s parents to ask for their consent. For the whole year, they’ve been nothing but supportive towards their relationship.
It was difficult for Seungcheol to win Jeonghan’s little sister’s heart. But she can’t do anything in the end. Her brother is also at his happiest whenever Seungcheol is around. That’s the only fact she has to see and acknowledge.
Jeonghan has never got a chance to step foot in Europe. Wonwoo told him that if the group will have their comeback, a Europe tour might be planned out in the future. Thus, he needed to survey the area first alongside his husband. Seungcheol booked everything in the fancy category, plus it’s also expensive.
“I also brought you this,” Seungcheol brings out a wedding veil from his bag. Jeonghan’s knees feel weak, holding onto the veil as he sniffs it. Seungcheol perfumed the veil with his musky scent, making Jeonghan’s senses feel numb instantly. “Did you buy it in Korea?” Seungcheol nods, kissing Jeonghan’s lips softly, “I want you to wear it when we take our vows together. Make love to you after it, it's another bonus.”
“Ah, you just developed a new kink.”
“I can’t wait, Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan chuckles as he puts the veil on his head. They have 2 weeks in Europe. Leaving everything behind to be with each other. Jeonghan doesn’t expect to have all of this in his life; never, in his wildest dream.
“You can fuck me now,” Jeonghan whispers, “You can change me again as you like. I want to be your proper bride, my love.” Seungcheol inhales, sniffing the strawberry perfume lingers in the air. His grip around Jeonghan’s waist tightens. “Are you sure?” He asks again and, honestly, Jeonghan has never been this sure in his life, “I’m sure. I – I want to be your woman. Mrs. Choi, Choi Jeonghan. Does that sound good to you, master?” Seungcheol has to close his eyes, nose flaring in adrenaline rush running inside.
The magic takes time and Jeonghan loves it every time he’s transitioning under the spell of his demon husband. Jeonghan’s hair gets longer, his chest is bigger, plumpier with more milk inside. He moans softly on the bed, spreading his legs to rub the wet pussy down there. Jeonghan let out a sigh of relief, he’s now a woman for him.
Seungcheol kissed her lips softly, fitting his bigger figure between Jeonghan’s legs. The idol, his wife, gasps into the kiss. Rubbing her wet clit on Seungcheol’s knees, searching for more frictions on it. The wedding veil is still intact perfectly on her head.
“Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol,” Jeonghan chants in a whisper. Like a spell, a prayer that she only knows and will be remembered until the end of time. Seungcheol’s bright red eyes flashes under the sunlight coming through from their villa’s open window. Jeonghan lifted her hazy lust gaze, parting her mouth slightly, “I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much, Seungcheol. Take me as your wife, your husband, anything. I’ll obey every order you give me as your bride. As a good servant who obeys their master, I vowed my life for you.”
The vow does affect Seungcheol mentally. He growls deep, tugging Jeonghan’s curvier body below him. Jeonghan gasps, chuckling airily as she tastes Seungcheol’s satisfaction from her vow only. She knows it will make him go.
Seungcheol nuzzles his nose against Jeonghan’s cheek. Big wings soar from his back, carefully not to push any nearest furniture in the room falling on the floor. Jeonghan screeches as her position comes back to his lap. It feels déjà vu somehow, taking her back to their first night together.
“I vow my life for you too, Jeonghan,” the demon states, cradling Jeonghan’s face on his palm. Jeonghan purrs softly, nuzzling her cheek on the warm palm, “I love you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether on earth or hell up above, Seungcheol.” Seungcheol curls a small smile, wrapping his hands around her waist. Jeonghan moans when his big cock slowly sinks back into her tight pussy, “You always talk without even thinking twice, princess.”
“No, I – hahh… I do, I really do want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“I do too, baby. I’ll mess everything up to keep you alive through many lifetimes.”
A single tear fell on her cheeks. She cradles Seungcheol’s face carefully before crashing their lips together for another sensual yet slow kiss. Jeonghan loves kissing the hell out of her husband. She will do it in front of everyone in the future.
Seungcheol slowly moves one of his two big cocks inside Jeonghan’s female body. It’s tighter, the squeeze is unbearable. Feels like making love with a virgin. It’s been a long time since Seungcheol made love with Jeonghan in her female form.
“Ah, ah, ah –! Hahh – oppa –” Jeonghan whimpers pathetically. Pushing Seungcheol’s head to be squeezed between her plump breasts. Moving her body on her own, riding Seungcheol’s cock as if it’s her last time to do it today. “You’re so big –! Ah! Haahh!” Jeonghan whines, skin slapping sound echoes in the room, “Breed me, breed me, breed me. I can’t –! I can’t take it anymore. I need you to breed me, oppa.”
Caressing her stomach, sensing the rapid thrust inside her body gets Jeonghan rolling her head backwards. Milk dropping from her nipples, sucked by the demon’s greedy attempt. The veil on Jeonghan’s head has a function like a cherry on top of every cake. It makes Jeonghan go everytime Seungcheol pounces her tight pussy faster, brute strength poking her sweetest spot and womb inside.
Coming untouched is what Jeonghan does best. She can’t hold herself even when she knows Seungcheol is going to get mad if she does it. But Jeonghan can’t hold it anymore. The thrusts are getting faster and harder, leaving her with eyes rolling back, spits dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Jeonghan lets out the longest moan echoing in the room when she feels Seungcheol filling him up. Without missing any last drop inside her womb. Seungcheol growls deep, his skin getting warmer under Jeonghan’s touch. Her hands immediately cradle his face and let their lips meet halfway in another soft kiss.
“Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol,” Jeonghan chants again, eyes hazy with lust and satisfaction, “Oh, I’m so full. So full, baby.” She rambles lazily, massaging her husband’s neck, “Babies… I want babies.” Seungcheol chuckles softly, groaning low when he feels Jeonghan’s walls squeezing him inside. “We still have a lot of time together, baby. I’ll make sure to give your babies as you wish,” Jeonghan scrunches her nose, pecking Seungcheol’s lips again, “I love you, Jeonghan. I love you so much.”
Their making love lasts for a few hours. Jeonghan takes her enough naps and insists on keeping her body that way. It is easier to get away from her stalkers when she sees one of them at the airport. If she asks Seungcheol to make them invisible, it’s a total waste of energy for the demon.
Before taking a nap, Jeonghan striked a pose for Seungcheol. The wedding veil is still on her head, eyes hazy mixed with sleepy. Her stomach is full with her husband’s cum. Seungcheol’s camera shutters loudly for a lot of times, taking as much as pictures for his collection.
Throughout their 2 weeks vacation, Jeonghan has never felt this happy. Holding hands with Seungcheol in public, forgetting how he used to be back in his home country. He realized that the feeling of being trapped in the industry is worse than he expected. Jeonghan understands why Seungkwan takes his time and decides to go back to Jeju.
The vacation also gave him another chance to see the other side of Seungcheol. When they’re in Korea, Seungcheol always has this face to make sure Jeonghan is safe. Stoic, unapproachable, just like what Jihoon told him before their blind date. When they are far away from home, Seungcheol lets all those demeanor go.
“How do I look?” Seungcheol wears a pair of bright red sunglasses and shows it to Jeonghan. His husband can only laugh in reply, stomach twisting inside from the sight. “What the hell are you doing?” Jeonghan wiped the tears falling on his cheek. Seungcheol shrugs, still raising his V pose, waiting for Jeonghan to take a picture, “I don’t know. I just feel like it.”
It is luxurious of an idea to take someone you love to a fancy dinner. Jeonghan tried all of that in Korea with Seungcheol. But the most luxurious thing for him is to sit down on the dinner table with him, eating the food that he cooked. Jeonghan learns that the two of them are not into cooking, but someone needs to do it regardless.
Holding their own dinner under the shining stars decorating the dark sky tonight, candles lit up on the table as they faced each other. Jeonghan looks at Seungcheol with so much affection in his eyes. It is enough for him to know that Seungcheol enjoys eating his food. The ring Seungcheol bought when they stopped by in Paris wrapped around Jeonghan’s finger.
CSC engrained on the accessory, as well as YJH .
“Jeonghan,” Jeonghan hums, the braids Seungcheol did decorate the right side of his hair, “Are you happy?” The question threw him off guard. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, reaching out to hold Seungcheol’s hand on the table. “I am,” he answered without missing a beat, “Why do you ask? Is there something you’re thinking of?” Seungcheol shook his head, wiping the leftover on the corner of his mouth, “No, no. I was just asking. For 2 whole weeks, I forgot that you have a career back in Korea. I just looked at you the way you are throughout it.” Jeonghan’s face immediately goes soft, cooing at what he just heard from the other man, “Aw, I still have work back at home, baby. The group is coming back, planned to, but still don’t know when.”
“Then how about the baby?”
“Hm? I’ll carry it, of course.”
Seungcheol’s eyes darted from up and down, scanning at Jeonghan’s body. He's been in his male form for these past few days. Nothing changed, except from his chest lactating as usual. Jeonghan has developed a new kink of feeding Seungcheol with his milk.
Jeonghan’s gaze pierce into the demon’s eyes. He’s slowly developing and following any action Seungcheol always did to him. It’s not fair if he always dominates their relationship. On occasion, Jeonghan’s stance has to be bigger with what Seungcheol has between them.
“You can do that, right? Making me carry our kid in my male body?” Seungcheol scratched the back of his nape, “Well, I never did that to anyone in the first place. Yes, yes, I only developed romantic feelings for you, Jeonghan. You’re my first and last boyfriend.” The ring around Seungcheol’s finger reflects the moonlight shining above them. “We’re husbands now,” Jeonghan presses, rubbing the ring under his touch, “Don’t you dare lie about that to other people.” Seungcheol scoffed, raising his eyebrow cockily, “I’m the last person who you need to accuse of lying.”
Well, that’s true in every aspect. Jeonghan still doesn’t want to touch the area regarding any demon’s work in this world. He doesn’t know if Seungcheol has other demon friends. Do demons have friends in the first place? He doesn’t care.
Completing their 2 weeks vacation, Jeonghan bounced back to his schedule. Not that hectic, he only accepted a few magazine photoshoots and attended shop openings as usual. Sometimes he hung out with the other members or lay down in Seungcheol's house. It is on a random Wednesday afternoon when Jeonghan has to witness the two stripes on a pregnancy test pack he’s holding at the moment.
Jeonghan sighs softly, bringing his arm to caress his stomach.
“Well, here goes the adventure.”