bust your kneecaps

by Anonymous

Summary:

“Four months together, Seungminnie, can you believe that? We’ll have a wonderful time together,” Minho murmured dreamily, tugging him along.

Seungmin seemed dazed again, stumbling a bit over his feet as he walked along, quiet as a mouse.

Notes:

dead dove do not eat!!!

Minho didn’t think he had a lot of rules set for Seungmin. 

 

He was pretty easygoing. He let Seungmin go to his classes and even encouraged him. He didn’t want him totally brainless, plus his puppy was so smart. It would be a waste to let him go brainless. 

 

He let Seungmin hang out with his friends whenever he wanted, even if Felix was a bit of a slut and Jeongin was overly paranoid about everything. That fox boy really needed to calm down. 

 

He had given Seungmin full freedom, knowing he would always come back to him at the end of the day, and Seungmin always did. Even if there was a faraway look in his eyes sometimes, that was an easy fix. 

 

See, he didn’t have many rules at all for Seungmin, yet somehow the boy found a way to piss Minho off. 

 

If he was honest this wasn’t his fault entirely. 

 

Seungmin was like a walking angel. He had pretty pale skin, unblemished to the normal person's eyes, doe eyes that widened comically when he was annoyed and pretty pink lips that complimented it all. He had his fluffy hair and delicate wrists that Minho could circle easily with his hands. Seungmin’s fingers were long and dainty, usually clipping away at his laptop. Not to forget his pretty long legs. His puppy was perfect so he wasn’t surprised whenever someone hit on Seungmin but it didn’t mean he liked it any better. 

 

Especially when Seungmin didn’t tell him. 

 

This time the guy was much more persistent. He was constantly hovering in Seungmin’s space which was one of the more annoying things he did. His puppy adored his space and even Minho respected that from time to time so for this literal stranger to not do so , it was another check mark on the sheet. 

 

He’d buy Seungmin a drink every day and Seungmin would always accept it because he hated letting food go to waste but Minho knew this was only spurring the idiot on. He’d follow him to classes, chatting ruthlessly and it made Minho want to wring his neck with his bare hands.  

 

The worst of this was that Seungmin hadn’t mentioned it to him. Not even once. He hadn’t complained to Minho about a boy pestering him at school and he knew he had told Seungmin he’d take care of anyone who was bothering him. But no. Not a single complaint had left Seungmin and Minho only knew because he had never dropped his hobby of following Seungmin around when he could. 

 

He only knew because he had witnessed Seungmin’s shy no’s and how he ducked away from a hand because the idiot had a stupid habit of touching Seungmin’s hair as well. 

 

The final straw however was when he saw him offer to carry Seungmin’s bag and Seungmin had let him. 

 

Minho had crushed the iced coffee in his hand at that moment, the drink flooding down his hand and arm as he stared at the horrible sight in front of him. 

 

Carrying Seungmin’s bag was a privilege. It was something only those close to Seungmin were allowed to do and Seungmin knew that. The most frequent ones were Jeongin and himself and Minho had allowed that to be because he knew how much the younger boy meant to Seungmin .  

 

But this stranger? 

 

It twisted something dark in his chest, something that Seungmin hadn’t riled up since he’d carved his name into Seungmin’s thigh.  

 

It was clear he couldn’t just keep waiting. 

 

Some part of Seungmin enjoyed this newfound attention and it was clear he needed a reminder of who his world was. 

 

So he planned it carefully. 

 

He didn’t allow Seungmin to notice something was up. He acted normally when the younger arrived home, if he was a little rougher with him Seungmin didn’t say anything. With a small dose of a sleeping aid mixed in with his dinner, he tucked Seungmin into bed and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. 

 

He couldn’t risk him waking up and seeing Minho gone in the middle of the night. 

 

It was easy to snatch the idiot up. Minho had spent a week watching the boy, noting down his everyday routine and it was so convenient for the boy to work a late-night shift at a restaurant. He left the place exactly at ten o’clock, the last one to close up and leave . 

 

Minho followed him for a while, the boy had headphones in, completely deaf to any sort of sound Minho would have made. Honestly, kids these days. No wonder kidnappings had such a surge. 

 

One last time he adjusted his hat and mask before striking, leather gloves hiding his hands. Even that was easy , his hand easily engulfed the boy's mouth and his other wrapped around his waist, arms pinned to his front. He worked out for good reason . 

 

He had already scouted out an abandoned building, his bag already tucked away there so he didn’t have to carry the extra weight with him . 

 

It was a little difficult but he got the boy into an enclosed room, throwing him into the wall he shut the door behind him and pushed some trash in front of it as the boy scrambled to regain his footing.  

 

“Who—Who the fuck are you?!” The boy screamed out, pressing himself further into the corner. 

 

Pathetic life savings skills.

 

Minho cocked his head to one side. “That’s not important, Soojin,” He hummed, snatching his bag from one wide and unzipping it. 

 

He could feel Soojin’s trembling gaze on him as he rummaged through his bag. 

 

“Do you want money then? You can have my wallet! Please—Please don’t hurt me.” 

 

Begging already. This boy was more pathetic than he thought. 

 

“Soojin, if I wanted money, do you think I would know your name, hm? I’m sure you have a working brain, why don’t you use it?” 

 

Soojin let out a noise that could have rivaled a wounded animal but nothing compared to the pretty sounds Seungmin usually let out. 

 

He already missed him so dearly. It was too bad this stupid boy was taking time away; he could've used to be with Seungmin before his punishment. 

 

“Please. Just tell me what you want, I promise I can give it—-Please, please don’t hurt me.” 

 

Minho tsked, shaking his head. “I’ve learnt over time, that the best lesson to teach most is to hurt them. It’s the only way they learn, so I’m going to hurt you and I’ll tell you what the lesson was, alright?” He dropped his bag, in his hand a hammer. 

 

Soojin’s eyes were impossibly wide and as expected he pulled an idiot move. He darted towards the door. 

 

Minho sighed, more work for him. It was easy to grab the boy as he dropped his bag, throwing him onto the ground as he loomed over him. “I’m not gonna kill you, it’s just a lesson, it’ll be over before you know it. 

 

Soojin however continued to fight, whimpering and whining which forced him to get the rope out. He tied up the legs and dragged him over to the little table by his hair. Once he was tied to the chair he grabbed his right hand and forced him to spread his fingers across the table. He continued to fight with his left. Obnoxious. The finishing touch was a strip of tape across his mouth, Minho grimacing as the boy tried to scratch his face. If there were any marks, Seungmin was going to worry. He couldn’t have that.

 

“You’ll regret that.” He didn’t let it deter him as with a quick movement he was cracking down on his fingers with the hammer in seconds. 

 

The screams were muffled by the tape, Soojin writhing in the chair, legs cracked against the legs and body twisting in agony. It was interesting to watch as the pain wrecked through his whole body. He cracked it down once more at the center of his hand, the sound of bones snapping almost like music to his ears. 

 

He continued to hum as he let go of his useless right hand and grabbed a hold of his left. Soojin’s muffled screams only grew louder as thrashed in pain but Minho didn’t even blink as he did the same order to his left hand, until both the hands were a matching set of mangled bones.

 

He smiled, setting the hammer down as Soojin sobbed viciously, cradling his broken hands close to his chest. 

 

“Would you like to hear what lesson I taught now?” He asked sweetly. 

 

Soojin didn’t reply but it didn’t matter to him. 

 

“When someone is rejecting your advances, the appropriate thing to do is leave them alone, okay? I hope you remember this, Soojin , I’d hate to have to pull your teeth out next time.”  

 

Of course, he couldn’t leave the boy there which was unfortunate. He stuck around until Soojin finally stopped sobbing and thrashing, only whimpering softly as curled up in the chair. 

 

Minho slowly untied the rope around him, smiling behind the mask as he saw Soojin flinch with every movement. How lovely. 

 

Evidently, there was a problem with Soojin running to the hospital or cops so he had called Chan over for some medical aid. He was thankfully already waiting outside. There was a bit of a glare detected even with his sunglasses on but Minho shrugged as he handed over Soojin with a shrug. “Fix him up and drop him home. Don’t forget I know where you live Soojin-ah! I hope your hands heal well!” He sang out as Chan shut the door.

 

“You know, you did this to yourself. You’re too soft with him. What happened to the Minho I knew? It's like you’re a domesticated housewife now , letting him run away.” 

 

Chan didn’t wait for a reply, just shook his head and drove off. 

 

The worst was, he was right. 

 

-

 

Minho had managed a handful of hours of sleep before Seungmin woke up. It was a slow stirring, his baby shifting in the sheets he’d tangled himself into but it was enough for Minho to wake up. 

 

He quickly got set to pack Seungmin a little lunch and set out his breakfast. 

 

When a bleary-eyed Seungmin finally shuffled out of their bedroom, Minho watched him carefully but there was no sight of suspicion. Instead, Seungmin shuffled up to him and nuzzled his face into his neck, sighing softly. 

 

“Sleep well, puppy?” He asked, gently rubbing his back. 

 

Seungmin hummed, “Too well, I feel like I slept for weeks.” 

 

“You did fall asleep pretty early , you must be working too hard. We’ll relax this weekend okay? Just you and me.” 

 

He received another sleepy hum in reply, “Sounds good, Hyung.” 

 

Gently he coaxed Seungmin to go brush his teeth and shower as he finished up breakfast. They ate together and Minho made sure to prep him with kisses, knowing he wouldn’t be giving them for a little while. 

 

Seungmin left their home practically glowing with a blissed-out smile from all the affection. 

 

It was something Minho always wanted to give him. 

 

If only he had been good.  

 

He used his day mainly for preparing and checking in on Seungmin. He may have texted him every hour but Seungmin always replied, telling him he was fine, just sleepy. 

 

Maybe he should check the dose next time. 

 

He also checked in on Chan who had said he’d fixed Soojin up and sent him on the way and that he was pretty sure he wouldn’t dare open his mouth about what happened. 

 

Minho was settled in the living room when Seungmin arrived home. 

 

There was a quiet shuffling through their apartment as he listened to Seungmin remove his shoes and continue his way inside. 

 

“Minho Hyung!” Seungmin called, confusion clear in his voice which was fair. Minho was always there to greet Seungmin at the door or call for him wherever he was in the house. 

 

But not this time. 

 

“Hyung?” Seungmin’s voice was a bit more tentative this time. It was clear this shift of routine was throwing him off a little . His poor baby. 

 

He let Seungmin find him himself, the younger pausing at the living room doorway, his bag slung over his shoulder still or from what he could see from the corner of his eye.  

 

“Minho Hyung?” Seungmin tried again, shuffling further into the room, “Is something wrong?” 

 

It was when Seungmin stood in front of him that Minho finally looked at his face. It was clear he was nervous but he didn’t look guilty or anything. Probably didn’t know what he did wrong still .  

 

Dumb puppy. 

 

“Seungmin, home already?.” Minho 

 

Seungmin frowned, shuffling uneasily as his eyes flickered across the room. “Well yeah, it’s nearly seven, I always come home at this time, Hyung.” 

 

Minho shrugged, “Dunno, thought maybe you’d found a new plaything you know?” 

 

Something flickered across Seungmin’s eyes at the suggestion. “What? What are you talking about, Minho Hyung?” 

 

He cocked his head to the side. “No? I thought maybe that boy, uhhh what was his name, Soojin? I thought maybe he finally got his chance to play with you, puppy. Since you’re so happy to let him do things for you.” 

 

Minho saw the moment it clicked for Seungmin. The gears finally seemed to turn in his foggy head. 

 

“Soojin? Hyung—Hyung I told him no. I wasn’t even interested!” Seungmin shot out, a pout appearing on his lips, “He kept buying me things, was I supposed to just let him throw it out?” 

 

“I’m sure he had other friends he could give it to Seungmin. You were encouraging him, you realize that yes?” 

 

It was clear Seungmin was trying to play the cute card and it would have worked if Minho was calmer maybe. If he hadn’t already planned everything or if Seungmin had just told him.  

 

“ Hyungggg ,” Seungmin whined, “This isn’t fair. He was just always there! It was convenient, nothing more!” 

 

Convenient . 

 

At those words Minho shot up from his seat , it must’ve been faster than he thought as Seungmin stumbled back at the sudden movement.  

 

“Seungmin, does Hyung not give you enough freedom? Be honest. Do you need more? Am I suffocating you too much?” He shot out, teeth clenching between every word, “Am I that annoying you felt the need to seek out someone else’s attention?” 

 

Seungmin’s eyes were impossibly wide. “What—? No. Hyung, please, it wasn’t like that! Are you seriously jealous of Soojin? I didn’t even think about him like that!”

 

Jealous?

 

Minho scoffed, “Or maybe I’m not suffocating you enough that you’ve gone to play with other boys?” 

 

“Hyung, I’d hardly call that cheating if that’s what you’re thinking. Don’t be a freak.” 

 

There was annoyance dripping from Seungmin’s voice. Annoyance.

 

Such clear disobedience. Chan had been right. He’d gone soft. 

 

He didn’t allow Seungmin to get another word in as he darted forward and shoved him into the wall behind him with a bruising hold on his throat. Seungmin let out a surprised noise, hand flying up to clutch at Minho’s wrist but he knew better than to rip it off. 

 

His fingers clenched around the delicate skin, pressing just enough. “Do you know who you belong to Seungmin? Do you?” He growled out. 

 

Seungmin’s fingers twitched around his wrist. 

 

He dug his fingers into his throat harder. Seungmin let out a choked sound. “I don’t think you do.” 

 

This time Seungmin’s hand squeezed around his wrist. Minho glanced down for half a second but didn’t let up. “You think I’ll grace you with some softness, puppy? Really?” 

 

The beautiful red tint to Seungmin’s face was slowly spreading and it only made him squeeze harder, watching as Seungmin’s mouth opened to let out delicious noises of desperation. His legs kicked out to his own and the wall. 

 

It wasn’t until he felt Seungmin’s nails dig into his arm did he let go, stepping back as Seungmin collapsed forward, coughing and heaving to catch his breath. “Hyung?!” He cried out, voice already rough. “What the fuck?” 

 

It was painfully clear he hadn’t been treating Seungmin correctly. He’d been too loose, too gentle ever since the carving. Seungmin had forgotten who he was with. Who was in control? 

 

“What? You can’t handle a punishment now? Chan was right, I was too sweet on you.” 

 

“Minho—Oh come on, it wasn’t—it wasn’t anything!” Seungmin continued to argue, “You’re being dramatic. I’m yours, I know I’m yours.” 

 

“Then why did you not tell me about Soojin.” 

 

The silence was deafening. Seungmin had stumbled back to his full height, a hand rubbing the skin of his neck but his mouth didn’t open. It didn’t even look like he had an explanation. 

 

“Do you remember the rule I was most strict about Seungmin? Do you?” 

 

More silence. Seungmin wasn’t even looking at him anymore. 

 

More mistakes. More mistakes he let happen. 

 

Fuck. 

 

He’d been too distracted by having Seungmin here, he didn’t notice he was slipping through his fingers. At this rate, Seungmin could have fled from him in a matter of weeks. He’d been so distracted . So stupid.  

 

“You don’t even remember your rules,” He deadpanned. 

 

Minho had been too careless. 

 

When he’d first brought Seungmin here he’d make him repeat their rules every night but now. Now Seungmin couldn’t even remember the most important one. 

 

“God, I suppose I can’t blame you. I was too kind, I was too forgiving. I blinded myself and now you’re a sorry excuse of a pet.” 

 

“But—“ Seungmin attempted to protest but was quieted with a firm slap across his cheek. Minho’s hand had moved before he had even thought about it. 

 

The burn felt good, it felt even better to see the red blooming across Seungmin’s. 

 

The shock however irked him even more. Seungmin should be used to it. 

 

“You know better than to talk back, Seungmin.” 

 

It was clear the use of his full name was upsetting. Seungmin flinched at the sound of it but was still struggling to keep his mouth shut. 

 

All that training…down the drain. 

 

“Hyung—If you’d let me explain—”

 

He couldn’t let this continue like this. Another slap, across the same cheek, left Seungmin breathless. “What was the rule, Seungmin?”

 

Still nothing. There was still nothing. 

 

The anger only bubbled worse in his veins. “Maybe I can help refresh your memory.” 

 

The pleading look in Seungmin’s eyes may have worked a day ago but not anymore. He fisted Seungmin’s hair and dragged him over to their bedroom, ignoring every noise and protest that left Seungmin. 

 

He shoved him into the room, locking the door behind them. 

 

“Strip.” 

 

Seungmin stared at him for a moment, mouth opening and closing. 

 

“Strip or I’ll cut them off you.” 

 

Seungmin moved as Minho nodded towards the scissors he had already laid out. 

 

The younger's movements were clumsy, fumbling with his belt and then the button of his jeans but Minho offered no help, silently watching with cold eyes.  

 

All he could think about was how he had been so close to losing Seungmin . After everything. 

 

His pants hit the floor, and next went his hoodie followed by his shirt. It left him in his shorts and socks but before Seungmin could drop his underwear, Minho grabbed his wrist. “Leave those.” 

 

Seungmin’s eyes widened, blinking at him cluelessly but said nothing more. 

 

“I was thinking maybe I should crave the rules into your legs, maybe then you’d remember, but then again I carved my name into your thigh and you didn’t even remember that,” He spat out. 

 

“Lift your underwear.” 

 

The mark was barely visible with his underwear on. Seungmin nodded and pulled his underwear up on one side to reveal the jagged handy work Minho had left months ago. It was just as beautiful and he could almost see the blood that had stained the mark that night. 

 

“What does it say, pet ?” 

 

Seungmin swallowed, tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “ Minho .” 

 

Minho nodded, “I was thinking we could add my last name tonight.”

 

He saw in real time as Seungmin’s whole body tensed. Their eyes locked but Minho offered no smile. “Lee Minho sounds better anyhow and maybe I’ll forgive you by the end of it .” 

 

“ Hyung— ” Seungmin’s voice broke out in a desperate plea. “I—Not again please, I–It hurt so bad—”

 

It was a little amusing to watch Seungmin almost naked, begging for some mercy. For Minho it was so easy to see who was in charge , to see that Seungmin had almost no say in this.  

 

“Why should I even consider being nice to you, puppy?”

 

To his slight surprise, Seungmin’s hands flew up and pressed together, knees hitting the ground with a painful thud. Minho frowned, that was going to bruise. “Minho Hyung please, I promise I won’t do it again. I won’t.”

 

You’ve gotten too soft.

 

Minho's frown deepened as he stared down at Seungmin, his knees already turning a pretty pink and his hands pressed together tightly.

 

If he didn’t solve this problem now, Seungmin was never going to truly be his.

 

He needed Seungmin to know he wasn’t going to let everything slide.

 

“Get up.”

 

Seungmin’s lip trembled but he didn’t move. “Hyung—Please, just one chance please.”

 

This act was quickly growing tiring. He knew Seungmin wasn’t even frightened , he could tell by the bulge in his underwear. He only wanted to get out of the punishment. He didn’t want this as a punishment. Seungmin was deranged like him in a way but he was also a brat . An annoying little brat who had gotten his way much too often.

 

“Up on the bed, Seungmo, don’t fight me, I want this to be quick so I can get on with your punishment.” 

 

The younger continued to kneel in front of him in refusal. 

 

“You—” Minho reached forward and pulled him up by his arm, grip bruise-worthy, “You honestly think you deserve any pity?” He spat out, dragging Seungmin over to the bed and shoving him onto it. “ Fucking kneel there if you want to be that desperate.”

 

He turned grabbing the same knife from that first night, along with some rope. On a regular day, he would do the ribbon but once again it had been a nice thing he had gotten for Seungmin and evidently, he had been too nice. 

 

“Hands out,” He commanded, turning back around. 

 

Seungmin had settled in the center of the bed, legs tucked underneath him, staring up at him with wide pleading eyes. 

 

It was ridiculous how much he looked like a puppy sometimes.

 

Not a single word left his lips as he gathered Seungmin’s wrists himself and began twining it around. “I should’ve kept you locked up, you're too smart for your own good, Kim Seungmin. Monday you’re going to contact your university and ask for a mental health leave.” 

 

There was no question in the sentence. Only commands. 

 

A gasp left Seungmin at that. “What? Hyung! You can’t make me do that—I need to keep studying, it’s important to me!” His voice was almost shrill, making Minho’s ears ache. 

 

Minho rolled his eyes, pulling the rope taut around his wrists. “You think I care, Kim Seungmin? You’re going to do as I say or I’m going to stick this knife somewhere not so pretty.” 

 

“Hyung, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can make it up to you! I’ll do anything.” 

 

More useless begging. Had he not realized anything yet? 

 

Out of everything, Seungmin was most attached to his studies. It was why it was the best card Minho had. He could’ve banned him from seeing his friends but even that wouldn’t have the same effect as taking away his school. 

 

“It’s not up for discussion.” 

 

Tears had welled up in Seungmin’s eyes in seconds but they never fell. “I’m not—You— Daddy please.” 

 

Minho’s eyes snapped up to meet Seungmin’s. He had half the mind to laugh and he did, amused by the play. “You think calling me that is going to get you what you want? That only works when you’ve already been good, Seungmo.” 

 

Seungmin’s frustration was growing, no longer keeping still. He was squirming on the bed and tugging at the rope around his wrists. “You can’t.” 

 

Minho should’ve choked him harder. 

 

He glanced at his throat as he dropped his hands. Seungmin continued to wiggle and whine. 

 

He was always whining. 

 

He shifted without thinking much of it, his hand wrapping around his throat. His fingers fit around the earlier marks perfectly.

 

“ Daddy, ” Seungmin attempted again and he could see his pleading eyes, but no. 

 

So, he squeezed, digging his fingertips deeply into his throat as he shoved Seungmin back into the bed, pressing him down. It was always so intriguing to watch the blood drained from his skin. To watch his hand sink into the delicate skin and to see panic spread across his face. 

 

Seungmin’s legs kicked out, thumping against the bed viciously fast. His tied hands uselessly trying to grab at Minho’s wrist.

 

“If you’d just be fucking good I wouldn’t have to hurt you,” He muttered, “Now you’re going to be a good fucking puppy and be nice and quiet until I finish cutting you. Okay?” 

 

Seungmin couldn’t reply but he didn’t care, holding down the younger man until he could feel him try to move his head, his mouth opening and closing with croaking sounds leaving his lips. 

 

It wasn’t until Seungmin’s eyes were rolling back did he let go of his throat. 

 

It was like watching Seungmin come back to leave as he watched his naked chest heave in front of him, ribs protruding through the thin skin. 

 

Maybe he should feed him heavier meals. He was always so skinny. 

 

The deep breaths were filled with desperation, Seungmin’s lungs must’ve been trembling inside of him, an image Minho would never be able to see. Not anytime soon at least. Colour rushed back to his cheeks in full force, his chest a blooming shade of pink that was spreading up to his throat again. 

 

He was pink and white all over. 

 

“ Hyung-ah… ” Seungmin whimpered out the tears had finally slipped down his cheeks and Minho almost leaned down to lick them away. But now wasn’t the time. It wouldn’t be the time for a while. 

 

“Quiet, puppy . Your throat will hurt, be nice and quiet and it’ll be over sooner, okay?” He did gently push Seungmin’s hair out of his eyes but he didn’t let the touch linger no matter how much Seungmin tried to follow his hand. 

 

It seemed like Seungmin had fallen into some sort of defeat, unmoving as he lay in the center of the bed, his tied hands tucked into his chest. His tears clung to his eyelashes like glitter. The marks on his throat were blooming beautifully. 

 

Minho hummed in satisfaction, glancing once more at the tear-stained face before reaching out for his knife. He already had the medical supplies on hand and like last time Chan was on speed dial. 

 

He settled between Seungmin’s limp legs, the other giving no fight as he maneuvered his left leg onto his lap and bent the limb to give himself access to the scarred skin. 

 

Quietly he ran his finger across the raised flesh of his name. He traced every letter, watching as Seungmin’s leg twitched. So sensitive.  

 

It was going to be worse after Lee , it would trail further up his thigh, where he was the most sensitive. 

 

Gently he brushed his hand over to where the unscarred skin was. Seungmin’s leg twitched at the mere touch. He didn’t want to be long. This pain was a different sort of and he didn’t want Seungmin to suffer for long. 

 

If only he felt nicer than that. 

 

He didn’t give any warning as he lifted the knife , he could feel Seungmin shift and his eyes on his hand as he started with the first letter. There had been a part of him that wanted to write it in Hangul but the English had been longer and he had wanted to drag it on for the first time. This time it would be shorter but not by much.  

 

Slowly the blade pierced the delicate skin, blood beading up in seconds. He took a deep breath in as he heard Seungmin’s trembling cry. He knew it burned. 

 

He cut after cut with the most delicate hand. It wasn’t deep but enough to make sure it scarred just the same as his name. Every swipe of the cloth to take care of the excess blood had Seungmin trembling under him. More cries left his lips.

 

Every so often he glanced up at Seungmin’s face, the younger’s teeth digging into his bottom lip, the silver of his braces bright from the light in the room. Sometimes when he looked over Seungmin’s face would be completely twisted in agony, a shout leaving his lips.

 

It wasn’t long until he was done. “There we go,” He murmured, quickly grabbing a cloth and pressing down against the wound. 

 

Seungmin let out a louder noise at that, body twisting unhappily. “ Daddy… ” He whimpered again. He was still crying, he’d be crying for a long while.

 

He was hoping for kisses and coddling. Minho knew that and he knew he shouldn’t give it. But the part they loved Seungmin so dearly was unfortunately stronger. 

 

“One minute, little one , let me just clean you up.” 

 

A bit of comfort couldn’t hurt before he continued. It would make Seungmin’s head foggier anyway. 

 

He cleaned up all the traces of blood, wiping the skin clean before gently applying the antiseptic and adding the bandage on top . That was when he let himself kiss the new scar, right atop the bandage. “That wasn’t so bad was it puppy ?” He cooed softly.

 

He couldn’t tell if Seungmin was nodding in agreement or just wiggling searching for comfort but he let it be, quickly gathering all the items strewn on the bed before gathering the younger one into his arms.  

 

The clingness was evident right away. Even without the use of his hands, Seungmin was nosing away against his neck, taking in shaky breaths as his fingers swiped uselessly at Minho’s shirt. 

 

Seungmin simply whined, resting his face against his shoulder now, cheek squished out. He needed to get some food and water into him as well. 

 

There was still so much to do. 

 

“ Puppy, your punishment isn’t done yet,” He murmured, nosing along his hairline before pressing a kiss to his temple, “Feeling okay?”

 

At those words Seungmin squinted his eyes open, “But— hyung-ah wasn’t this enough?” He whined out, voice impossibly quiet. “I bled and everything for you…” His voice was slightly slurred from the pain no doubt. 

 

Minho knew there was a part of Seungmin that thought it was sweet enough, Minho would take back the college break, but it was the one thing he wouldn’t be budging on. 

 

He sighed, shaking his head as he reached for the bedside table, grabbing the water bottle and painkillers. “Open.”

 

Seungmin’s trembling lips parted, letting Minho feed him the pill and the water followed, Minho wiping away the water they tricked down his chin. 

 

“Messy, pup. ” 

 

Seungmin’s nose wrinkled. “Your fault.” 

 

Minho allowed himself to crack a smile at that, tapping Seungmin’s nose with his finger before gently ushering him out of his arms and placing him back onto the bed. He double-checked the bandage to make sure it was still secure before standing up. 

 

Seungmin was blinking up at him sleepily, his hair in his eyes but he didn’t move it away this time. 

 

His puppy was just such a pretty sight. He still had his arms and hands tucked up against his pale chest, pretty bruises were blooming around his throat and long legs were sprawled out now. 

 

He almost felt bad. 

 

Almost . 

 

“Hyung’s going to get you dinner okay? I’ll let you eat in bed since moving would make you uncomfortable now,” Minho spoke softly as he turned to collect all the things he had used and tucked them back into the black bag he kept for it all .  

 

There was just one last thing to do. 

 

Seungmin hummed, “Want milk.”

 

“Dinner and milk,” Minho repeated, glancing down towards the bed. The chain was already attached. It had been an ugly silver thing but he’d had it covered with pink padding to avoid it clanging into everything. He’d been lucky Seungmin hadn’t noticed it earlier. He eyed his right ankle, already perfectly close to the edge. 

 

The cuff was also pink and made of strong leather. It was cute for a cute puppy. 

 

Seungmin’s eyes had drifted shut again so he took the opportunity. He shuffled closer and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently grabbing a hold of his ankle. He brushed his fingers across the soft skin, wrapping his hand around it. 

 

He watched curiously as Seungmin stretched his foot out. Stretching his arch and rolling his ankle a couple of times. 

 

It was easy to grab the cuff now that it didn’t make much sound and was out of sight. 

 

The main cuff had a metal buckle still and with a quick movement he wrapped it around Seungmin’s ankle and closed it with a click. For extra measure he added the mini lock as well, just so if Seungmin tried to pry it off, it wouldn’t even be the real lock.  

 

It wasn’t anything heavy but he knew Seungmin wouldn’t be able to break it or be able to forget about it.  

 

“Hyung?” Seungmin's voice called out as he began to move his foot, confusion filling his tone. 

 

Minho tucked the key away before getting up which allowed Seungmin to finally see what was around his foot . 

 

It was amusing to watch Seungmin’s sleepy gaze turn wide and alert. He attempted to scramble up but without the use of his head, he was simply forced to crane his neck up. “What—What is this?”  

 

“You thought I was joking earlier? You’re being punished, Seungmin, properly. I’ve been too lenient with you and I know you’d find a way out of the house so this is how I’m making sure.” 

 

Seungmin looked from his ankle to Minho to his ankle to Minho. “You're insane.” 

 

Minho raised his eyebrows. “Seungminnie, if you’ve forgotten. I was your stalker, and I still am. I follow you to all of your classes, when you're out with your friends I’m there, when you're in the library, I’m there. I make all your meals, I buy your clothes, I wash your clothes, you study because I let you. I could’ve locked you away months ago and your friends would be filing missing reports about you. So yes I’m insane, but you know this. You love it.” 

 

“But—The chain, Hyung, I won’t leave. I won’t run away, you know that too.” 

 

“No,” Minho huffed, “ No I don’t know that. You’ve been planning something, you’ve been chipping away at the walls I had placed around us and I didn’t even realize. So no, you don’t get to say that. I don’t know you won’t try to run away, Kim Seungmin.” 

 

“You— Hyung honestly, I don’t know who put these crazy ideas in your head but I don’t—“ Seungmin attempted to reach out with his hands but it was useless with them tied up. He was stuck. “Hyung—you can’t keep me like this. I wasn’t going to run away. Never. I love you .” 

 

I love you. 

 

It was a simple thing to admit but to show? 

 

He simply frowned harder, “It’s not kind to use love as a weapon, Seungmin. I’m doing this because I love you. You still need to learn. You need to learn I’m the reason you breathe every day.” 

 

Watching Seungmin wither though, still attempting to reach the cuff was furthering the anger in his chest. He grabbed the boy by his hair and pulled him up. “If you try to touch that fucking cuff right now I’ll tie your hands behind your back and leave you like the all night, are we clear?” 

 

“ Fuck, ow, fine okay, yes hyung, Minho Hyung,” Seungmin whined out, pushing up into his touch to relieve some of the pain.

 

He held him for a beat longer before shoving Seungmin back down on the bed roughly. “Stay, puppy. I’ll bring you dinner before you fall asleep.” 

 

Minho was seething as he left the room, the door shut tightly behind him. Seungmin thought he was so smart using the I love you card. He wasn’t an idiot , he knew where Seungmin wanted. He wanted to continue having his loosened reigns but he wasn’t going to allow that. Not anymore, not until he knew he was the first thought in the boy's brain. 

 

And if he had to use food as bait, then so be it. He returned with a full plate, most of them were Seungmin’s favourites alongside his own. 

 

Seungmin was just where he had left him unsurprisingly. There wasn’t much he could do with tied-up wrists and a cuff around his ankle. It was clear though the medication was making him sleepy. He was glad he had given it to him before the cuffing. The fighting was much less this way. 

 

“Seungmo,” He called out, “Dinner and then you can sleep, okay puppy ?”  

 

Seungmin let out a noise, turning his head towards him finally. Carefully he helped the younger sit up, propped up against the pillows.  His eyes were unfocused, looking around the room before back at Minho as he sunk into his side.

 

The next twenty minutes were filled with him coaxing food into Seungmin’s mouth whilst he snuck himself a bite here and there. He fed Seungmin the milk through a straw not trusting his hands to hold a cup and the last thing he wanted was to be cleaning up a spilled mess on their bedsheets.

 

His anger was still there, bubbling just under his skin but it was useless being angry when Seungmin had half the mind to respond , not to forget he knew he’d be spending most of the weekend fighting.  

 

Seungmin fell asleep like that, tucked into his side and drifted off into a deep sleep. He tucked him into bed properly, briefly pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He could show his affection as he slept at least. 

 

Monday morning, Minho was woken up by Seungmin. It wasn’t odd. Seungmin was usually the first one up, puttering about their bedroom, getting dressed, packing his things for his university and waking up Minho because his puppy had no manners in the morning. 

 

Except this morning, Seungmin couldn’t get out of bed.

 

Minho awoke to Seungmin swearing and his hands wrapped around his cuff. 

 

How annoying. 

 

Quietly Minho watched for a while as Seungmin fiddled with the cuff, clearly hoping that his useless attempts would do something. 

 

It was pathetic really. His puppy was pathetic and desperate and what a sight it was. Even after their whole weekend together, Seungmin just didn’t learn.  

 

“Honestly, how do you pass your classes if you can’t remember a single thing I tell you? Are you that much of an airhead you can’t fucking remember something from yesterday?” Minho spat out. 

 

Seungmin flinched, hands flying away from his ankle and wide eyes connected with his own. 

 

Minho smirked in amusement. “Did you think you’d be able to run off to school without waking me up, puppy?” 

 

“Hyung, please, I’m going to be late for class. I—I can’t take the leave you're telling me to take. It’ll hurt my studies.” 

 

Here we go again. 

 

“It was never a request, Seungmin. I was informing you of what we’d do. There’s no question.”

 

Minho untangled himself from the blankets, getting up and stretching out of his back. “Don’t worry, I’ll come with you and we’ll tell your advisor together, okay? They’ll understand even better when I show my concern.” 

 

And his wrath. 

 

He left Seungmin in the bedroom, wide-eyed as he went to ready himself before helping his puppy. They’d have to eat out today since Minho wanted to get this done as early as possible. This was the last obstacle in the way until he could treat Seungmin how he deserved it. 

 

The cuff truly was becoming one of his favourite things. Seungmin always left right where he left him. 

 

“Alright, puppy, it’s a bit cold out. We’ll have to dress you up all warm.” 

 

He wrestled Seungmin out of his sleep clothes , really only his underwear and a loose t-shirt , it’s all he let Seungmin wear at night. He would prefer him to be naked but he wasn’t sure his puppy was ready for that right now. Maybe in a few weeks. Maybe even by then he could get Seungmin to crawl around for him.  

 

Hopeful thoughts were how he kept himself going. 

 

He adorned Seungmin in an oversized sweater first, quickly covering up any sign of bruises or bite marks. A pair of loose sweats for his bottoms since jeans would be too rough on his healing scar anyway, another jacket pulled over the sweater, a hat to cover his messy bed hair and a scarf wrapped around his neck to hide the bruises. He looked adorable.

 

“Aigoo, I have the cutest puppy,” Minho cooed, ignoring how Seungmin glared at him. 

 

The cuff he had tugged back on after getting his pants on. He didn’t know if Seungmin had thought out a plan to make a run for it but he wasn’t risking it. He wasn’t risking his prize. 

 

“Now, Seungmin, I’m going to tell you this once only,” Minho began, gently laying a hand on Seungmin’s inner thigh, right atop the new scar. “If you dare fucking run from me when we’re outside or try anything funny, I don’t care where you go or who sees us, I won’t hesitate to hunt you down, okay? You’re mine.” He punctuated the words by pressing down on the scars, enjoying how Seungmin’s features twisted in pain.  

 

But he got a nod and that’s what Minho had been waiting for, so he unlocked the cuff and twisted it off, letting it fall off to the ground. 

 

Seungmin stared down at his foot, the skin had turned an irritated red from a full night's sleep. 

 

Now, Minho expected maybe a fight because Seungmin never really gave in, maybe even a punch but instead he had Seungmin falling down to his knees. He watched as the other turned on his knees until he was between Minho’s legs. His eyes were wide and sparkling.

 

The begging card then. 

 

Shaking hands were placed atop his thighs and he could see how earnest Seungmin was going to be . He could see it all over his face. He didn’t want to run but he didn’t want to lose his precious school either.

 

He couldn’t choose but Minho was going to choose for him. 

 

“Minho, Minho Hyung, please, please let me keep going, please. I promise I won’t do or say anything without your permission. I just want to go to school. I’ll—I’ll even tell Jeonginnie I can’t see him anymore, Lix too .  I won’t see them anymore, I’ll only talk to you, I promise. I just—please Minho `Hyung, you promised you’d never take it from me. You promised.” 

 

It had been a silly promise really. A promise didn’t mean much to Minho. A promise to let Seungmin continue his studies as long as he was his. 

 

“But where you mine, Seungmin?” Minho questioned , “ You weren’t mine properly and I can’t have that anymore, puppy. This will fix you, baby. I promise and then you can study and we can be happy together, but you need a break. We need more time together.” 

 

A whimper left Seungmin’s wobbling lips. “Hyung—“ He choked out, fingers digging into Minho’s thighs, “Please—Please don’t do this.” 

 

It was so amusing to watch someone beg like this. Seungmin was begging to go to school in exchange for his life. Most would never do that but Seungmin wasn’t like the others.

 

It’s why he had captured Minho’s attention. 

 

Seungmin was different like Minho was different. 

 

After discovering Seungmin he had felt less alone in the world. He had found someone made just for him in a whole pretty package. 

 

The universe had given him Seungmin and he wasn’t going to lose the universe's gift to him. 

 

The tears had made an appearance , their presence hot and heavy as they spilled down Seungmin’s cheeks. Minho wasn’t listening to his babbling anymore. It was probably the same thing he’d been hearing for days now . The same attempts. 

 

So, instead, gently he cupped Seungmin’s cheeks in the middle of his speech. It quieted the boy immediately and Minho couldn’t help but smile. He also couldn’t help it as he drew his face closer and dragged his tongue across his cheeks, cleaning up every teardrop and tear track he could see. 

 

The taste was just a hint of salt on his tongue. 

 

Perfect tears for a perfect boy. 

 

Seungmin’s whimpering made his hands tremble. Minho matched his pout as he leaned back, “You’re just a sad puppy aren’t you,” he teased, rubbing their noses together as he stood up. 

 

Seungmin remained on his knees as he gazed up at him. 

 

Minho let out a laugh, “Get up, mutt. I only like you on your knees when I need my dick sucked and right now we don’t have the time.” 

 

He hauled him up by his arm since his hair was hidden amongst the beanie still. It was one of Minho’s favourites, two little puppy ears stitched onto the sides. 

 

“Hyung—“

 

It was when he noticed how steady Seungmin was when the idea came to him. 

 

“Actually—I think we can leave a little later…” He murmured thoughtfully as he hurried over to the side drawer. Without the presence of many guests, he always kept their toys in an easy-to-access place. Plus Minho wasn’t a prude, to hide all their toys in a box in the back of the closet. 

 

He rummaged for a while until he found what he was looking for . A pretty pink plug. They didn’t often use it since Seungmin was so picky with his comfort but today it wouldn’t matter. Today was about what Minho wanted.

 

Seungmin’s eyes were flickering between his face and the plug. “You can’t be serious.”

 

“Bed. hands and knees,” He simply stated, grabbing a bottle of lube.

 

There was hesitation in Seungmin’s movement but eventually , he was clambering onto the bed and it was an interesting sight. Seungmin bundled up all ready for the day but now forced onto his hands and knees. Not to mention his weight was more on his right, trying to avoid pressure on his injury.  

 

Minho didn’t bother to explain the idea. Seungmin could use his head. 

 

He pulled Seungmin’s sweats down under his ass, his underwear following. He didn’t want to take too long so he got right to business, uncapping the lube and pressing a finger into him. Seungmin was immediately tensing around him, whining muffled from where his face was already buried against his pillow.

 

The fingering was almost clinical, as he stretched him out with two fingers, then three and curiously even pushed his pinky in with him. Though watching his hand almost disappear into Seungmin made his own cock ache in his pants. His whole body was trembling under his touch, his free hand digging into the pale skin of his ass.

 

He glanced at the time once more. They had time.

 

Quickly he pulled his fingers out of his hole and undid his own jeans, he’d just switch them before he left the house. “Gonna cum in you, okay, puppy? Make sure you know who owns you whilst we’re out.”

 

Seungmin let out a noise of surprise, “Huh?”

 

Minho wasn’t going to fuck him of course, he couldn’t risk Seungmin coming in his pants right now, not to mention he didn’t deserve that sort of pleasure right now. He especially didn’t get to be fucked right now.

 

It was too tempting to just push his cock into Seungmin’s wet waiting hole. It was right there, red and aching for his cock. The sight was enough to have Minho getting close and as soon as he felt himself come close, he pushed into Seungmin, only the tip of his cock to make the ache worse. 

 

Seungmin’s whined loudly into the pillow, legs spreading further apart and even daring to rock back into him, hoping.  

 

Minho was quick to make it stop, slapping his ass harshly, “Don’t,” He huffed out, nails digging into his hips as he held him steady.

 

He came a moment later, his cum slipping down into Seungmin’s hole. “Fuck….” He moaned out, kneading his ass with his hands, “Such a good hole for me…”

 

Seungmin whimpered, head rising to glance back at him. He already looked so dazed, lips bitten raw. “Hyung…need you in deeper..” He begged softly and if Minho hadn’t already come he would’ve pushed deep into him but he couldn’t.

 

He shook his head and slipped his cock back out of his hole and quickly pushed the plug into his hole before any of his cum could escape his pretty hole. 

 

He quickly grabbed the towel he had used earlier to clean up the excess lube and any come that had escaped, making sure Seungmin was properly clean before pulling his underwear and pants back up. He watched with slight amusement as Seungmin collapsed into a little heap on the bed. He always got so tired so easily. 

 

“You can rest for a few more minutes,” Minho offered, moving back over to their closet to find a new pair of pants for himself. 

 

Seungmin let out some nonsense noise, shifting around the bed, probably attempting to get used to the new weight inside of him. “I can’t believe you just came inside of me,” The younger mumbled.

 

“It wouldn't be the first, Seungminnie.”

 

“But I have to walk around like this!”

 

“Hyung will help,” Minho reassured and Seungmin only whined in return.

 

A few minutes later they were finally in his car. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Seungmin sat gingerly down in the passenger seat, his face screwing up in discomfort. The whole drive he couldn’t help but keep looking at Seungmin who was seemingly torn between all the thoughts in his head. The plug up his ass and warm cum inside of him was probably distracting him perfectly well from planning on how to make Minho change his mind. 

 

It wasn’t until Minho was parking, that Seungmin decided to speak up. “Are you—Are you going to go to the office with me?”

 

“Well obviously, Hyung came to support you silly. I’m not leaving your side just like you asked.”

 

Seungmin frowned, mouth opening then closing, “I asked?”

 

Minho nodded, smiling gently, “You asked me to come with you if you had to do this. You probably don’t remember, silly pup.”

 

The younger continued to frown but he didn’t question it anymore. 

 

Minho was a planner, he planned for a lot of things, especially when it came to Seungmin. It didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy a surprise or two and this time it was Soojin.

 

He saw him first of course as he had been scanning the busy university , Seungmin’s hand intertwined tightly with his own as Seungmin struggled to keep up with him.  

 

Soojin was walking towards them, his hands bandaged, bags under his eyes. Even with the mask on it wasn’t hard to recognize the mess of a boy. Their eyes locked and Minho couldn’t help but smirk, tilting his head curiously as Soojin came to a standstill at the sight of him.

 

It was then that Seungmin seemed to notice him too except his gaze was stuck on the clearly bandaged and broken hands. Minho couldn’t see the full expression since he was wearing a mask and it struck a bit of disappointment in him. 

 

Seungmin was the first to move, taking a step forward. At the sight of it, Soojin’s eyes widened and without hesitating he was turning around and rushing off, clear panic in his steps. 

 

So some people could learn a lesson. 

 

“He—” Seungmin cut himself off again, hand squeezing Minho’s painfully tight, “His hands…” He whispered. 

 

“I just taught him a lesson, Seungmin and it looks like it stuck,” He explained with a shrug before pulling Seungmin along toward the offices. 

 

Minho had never been to the office before , he had loosely followed Seungmin a couple of times in the past but he’d never gone in but it was clear the younger knew what he was doing.  

 

Seungmin’s grasp on his hand tightened as he asked to speak to the administrator and they were allowed in right away as if they had no prior meetings.  

 

“Do you know how long you’ll be needing a break?” The administrator asks halfway into their meeting. He didn’t seem taken aback by Minho’s presence , Seungmin had quickly explained he’d like the support.  

 

Minho had placed a hand on Seungmin’s thigh, gently caressing the spot where the new scar was healing. 

 

They hadn’t really discussed a time , Minho had purposely left it out. He wanted to know what Seungmin would decide on and they could always make it longer later on.  

 

“I—I was—“ Seungmin paused for a moment but surprisingly didn’t look at him instead took a deep breath. “I was thinking just a—just a week or two? So I won't fall behind…”

 

Not good enough. 

 

Slowly, Minho pressed his fingers into the scar, just for a moment later as he caught Seungmin throwing a glance at him and shifting unsurely. 

 

“Seungmin,” Minho began, frowning, “I thought we discussed longer at home, hm? Tell them the truth of what you were thinking, I’m sure they want their students to be in good health, they wouldn’t force you to take such little time off.” 

 

Seungmin’s eyes had gone comically wide. He hadn’t expected Minho to speak up. 

 

“Your partner here is right, Mr.Kim. We take mental health seriously, if you require more time I am happy to put that down. You’re one of our best students after all.”  

 

“I—I don’t want to fall behind,” He forced weakly, “I think a week or so would be okay, just so—so I can keep up.” 

 

“ Won’t that just cause more stress whilst you're supposed to be resting?” Minho asked before looking at the administrator himself. “ At home, he had mentioned just starting again in the next semester,” he explained, “that way he can rest without worrying and he won’t need to come back to anything.”  

 

Seungmin’s hand had found its way over his own, he could feel his puppy’s nails digging into his skin. 

 

“H-Hyung…I also mentioned I wasn’t sure about it,” Seungmin choked out.

 

“If I may,” The administrator interrupted, “ It’s clear you're very affected by your current dilemma, Mr.Kim. I have never seen you so stressed or uncertain of yourself. I think, no I believe it would be best for you to start in the new year. I’d like one of my best to be sure of themselves whilst studying, especially when you are so close to finishing your degree.” 

 

Seungmin was trapped and Minho had to bite back his smile. 

 

“I—Okay, okay if you think that’s best,” He managed, forcing a smile onto his face. It was painfully fake and Minho finally loosened his hold on Seungmin’s thigh, gently rubbing it instead. 

 

“That’s settled then, we just need to fill in some paperwork and then you can leave. I hope you rest well and hope to find a new you in the new year.” 

 

Minho watched with careful eyes as Seungmin filled the paperwork with shaking hands. The pretty handwriting signified his life away from school and right into Minho’s arms. He couldn’t be happier.  

 

As the paperwork was filed, Minho bid their goodbye and dragged Seungmin up and out of the office, their arms looped together. 

 

“Four months together, Seungminnie, can you believe that? We’ll have a wonderful time together,” Minho murmured dreamily, tugging him along. 

 

Seungmin seemed dazed again, stumbling a bit over his feet as he walked along, quiet as a mouse. 

 

“Oh, puppy, come on. It’ll be fine. It’s not like you're leaving school forever,” Minho huffed, tugging them over to a quiet corner on the busy campus. 

 

The younger refused to look up at him, eyes glued to somewhere else. 

 

“Seungmin,” Minho huffed, gently pulling Seungmin’s face to look at him, “You just have to accept it now. You aren’t going back until January. Don’t be a brat about it. I don’t want to punish you.” 

 

Except when did Seungmin ever listen? He pushed himself out of Minho’s grip. 

 

“You’re ruining my life!” He spat out, voice cold and Minho frowned. There was an ache in his chest that he also ignored. There was no time for his feelings. 

 

“Don’t be a child, Seungmin,” He hissed right back. 

 

It was clear Seungmin was feeling up for a tantrum and Minho didn’t have the capacity to deal with it this publically. 

 

“Come on, we’re going home,” Minho spat out, grabbing his hand and dragging him all the way to their car. 

 

The ride back home was filled with tense silence , Seungmin not even looking at him, glaring the whole time.  

 

The silence continued as he wrangled Seungmin out of the car and practically had to drag him back to the apartment, shoving him inside the apartment . It was the first time he made use of the new lock he had added to the apartment . A lock on the inside only opened by the key he kept on him at all times.  

 

Seungmin hadn’t caught a glimpse of it, rushing further into the house and slamming the door shut behind him. 

 

Tantrums. Tantrums. Tantrums. 

 

Minho didn’t follow behind him right away , he was going to let Seungmin stew for a while . Let him sit in his anger and see if he wanted to plan a new way to trick him. He wouldn’t fall for it of course .  

 

Seungmin wasn’t going to trick him ever again. 

 

The next four months he’d simply have to redo his training . Be stricter . Teach him everything that had not stuck. Minho would correct all his mistakes and make sure Seungmin went back to school knowing being with Minho was his real purpose in life.  

 

Sure in an ideal world, Seungmin would never go back to school. He’d simply be Minho’s little puppy, waiting for him day and night and obeying him easily but Seungmin was close to finishing and Minho couldn’t be that cruel to his puppy. He’d let Seungmin finish his little law and degree and then, he’d simply keep him home. Puppy’s had no business working anyway. Maybe he could get some simple job but he didn’t want Seungmin going to some cold office every day, dealing with horrible people. He couldn’t imagine the people that would want Seungmin as their lawyer. Rapists. Murderers. Kidnappers. 

 

He didn’t want any of those people around Seungmin and he’d make sure of it. 

 

Eventually, he finally approached their bedroom door. It didn’t have a lock on the inside either so there was no way for Seungmin to keep him out. He offered a knock but when he got no reply he simply pushed in, though his eyebrows rose as he eyed the empty bed. There was no way Seungmin would have escaped so there was no need for panic. The window was also locked, impossible to open unless Minho wanted it but there was still no sight of Seungmin. He walked around the bed, even peeking under the bed but nothing. 

 

Until he heard some shuffling in the closet . 

 

He approached the shut doors, looking at them curiously before pulling them open and that’s where he found his puppy. Seungmin was curled up in the bare space of the closet. Minho could see the tear tracks tracing down his cheeks and how red his face had gotten from frustration . His poor baby. 

 

“ Aigoo, my poor little puppy,” He cooed, crouching in front of Seungmin’s curled-up figure. “It can’t be comfy in there, baby, don’t you wanna come out?” 

 

Seungmin’s eyes set in a glare in minutes. “Leave me alone,” he hissed out, hand darting out to try and pull the door closed again. 

 

Sigh. He’d have to take stricter action. 

 

“Seungmin. Come out. I’m not in the mood to play games.” He repeated firmer, his hand keeping the door from shutting him out. 

 

Something flashed in Seungmin’s eyes but he didn't budge. It was clear Minho would have to drag him out, kicking and fighting. 

 

“I gave you a chance, Seungminnie, remember that.” Without a warning , he grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of the closet. Unsurprisingly Seungmin kicked out, even getting a kick on Minho’s knee but they didn’t stop him, hissing as he dragged him out of the closet. 

 

“Fucking fuck off!” Seungmin screamed.

 

It was a little shocking. Seungmin rarely raised his voice even when he was frustrated but that had been a full-on shriek. 

 

“You know maybe I should wash your mouth out with soap, all you do is swear at me after everything I’ve done for you.” Minho dropped his arm, watching as Seungmin scrambled to sit up. Except he didn’t let him. Instead, Minho kicked him in his ribs, hard, and Seungmin collapsed on the same spot on the floor, heaving. 

 

“Did you just kick me?” Seungmin wheezed out, gazing up at him. His eyes were wet again. 

 

“You're not listening, Seungmin.” 

 

His patience was withering away. Seungmin had never been this defiant before. Why did he even love school so much? Minho knew how much people hated studying yet Seungmin didn’t want to take his first way out. Minho could provide him with everything. Let him live a life of luxury and he wanted to fight it? 

 

How fucking selfish. 

 

“You know, I’m sure your little friend Felix would have appreciated everything I’m doing for you. I’m sure he wouldn’t fight this, he’d know he’s property. Maybe I should have taken him.” 

 

Now that seemed to hit a nerve. Seungmin’s head whipped back up, shock spread across his face. “Felix was an option?!” He exclaimed.

 

Minho shrugged, “Why? Are you jealous, puppy? Don’t like that I looked at some other whore?” 

 

There was a time Seungmin used to scold him for calling Felix a slut. He had expected it now too but Seungmin was silent. All he cared about was Minho had considered Felix at some point.

 

“Are you jealous?” He taunted once more. 

 

Seungmin whined, “No. I don’t care, maybe you should’ve grabbed Felix then. Maybe he would’ve been easier.” 

 

Easier. How cute. Minho couldn’t help but giggle at those words. “Easy, maybe but where would the fun be, hm? It wouldn’t be fun breaking Felix if he’s already broken. I want to drain the thoughts of my target, make them useless, watch them go brainless.” 

 

“Is that what you're doing to me…?” Seungmin’s voice was quiet. Fragile even. It was delicious. 

 

Minho crouched down again, leaning his head down to Seungmin’s level. He should keep Seungmin on his knees more often. Gently he carded his fingers through Seungmin’s hair, he’d discarded his hat at some point. He’d have to find it. He gently pet Seungmin before grabbing his locks tightly. “Maybe,” Minho sang out softly, grinning as Seungmin whimpered.

 

“You’re too smart for your own good, Seungminnie. No one should be this smart, especially one of my pets.” 

 

“I—I thought you liked that I was smart,” Seungmin choked out . 

 

How cute. “Did I ever say that, Seungminnie? I may have complimented your smarts but I never said I liked it. Your glasses are very cute and you're very pretty when you concentrate but I couldn't care less how big your stupid brain is. You weren’t made for studying, you were made to have cock in your holes and for me to care for you, silly puppy.” 

 

“But—Hyung, you—I thought you wanted me happy?” Seungmin whispered. He was so desperate. 

 

“I do, but you can also be happy here with me. You can be happy doing nothing. I can make you happy.” 

 

Seungmin was struggling. He was using his mind too much again and Minho didn’t want him to ignite anger in his mind again. So instead of waiting for any reply, he tugged on Seungmin’s hair. “Get up,” he commanded, pulling Seungmin along, watching amused as he raised himself up on his shaking legs. 

 

With ease he dragged Seungmin over to their bed, shoving the boy onto it. There had been times in their first few months together that he had wanted to make love to Seungmin. He wanted their first time together to be romantic, beautiful and even slow. He’d wanted to treat Seungmin right but as time had moved on and taking Seungmin’s virginity had been pushed back again and again, Minho didn’t want to romanticize it anymore. He had hardly wanted Seungmin to even be awake for it. Sometimes at night, whilst Seungmin was in dreamworld he wanted to pull his pants down, finger him awake and take him right there and done. 

 

Seungmin had never asked for it to be romantic. He didn’t find sex a big deal, he hardly seemed interested in Minho taking his virginity. When Minho had shown up at his house the first time Seungmin had been fearful but he had downright asked if Minho had come to rape him. It had Minho stopping in his tracks because he hadn’t even considered having sex with Seungmin at that moment. 

 

Having sex had never been the whole deal for Minho. Sure it was a bonus and he had grown obsessed with the thought of being Seungmin’s first. He’d overheard him telling Jeongin how he was still a virgin and Minho’s mouth had been watering at the thought of Seungmin’s first being him. The first cock to split him open. The first cock to cum down his throat. The first cock to abuse his pretty pale thighs. 

 

So what better time than now? Take Seungmin’s virginity now at his weakest moment . When Minho had taken his freedom away properly. 

 

He looked down at Seungmin who was sprawled across the bed now, almost lifeless. There were tears pricked in the corners of his eyes still and the faint tracks of tears across his cheeks. His hands balled into little fists as he gazed up at the roof, probably thinking too many things. Always thinking . The most useless thing.  

 

He looked beautiful. 

 

Sure, Minho enjoyed planning but this being out of the blue seemed much better. His cock had already filled out in his pants, aching.

 

Minho wanted to destroy him. 

 

“Hyung…seriously, leave me alone tonight,” Seungmin’s voice finally broke out , looking at him now a little uneasily, his hands raised cautiously . As if he didn’t know what Minho was going to do. How annoying.

 

He reached out, grabbing his wrists and pressing them tightly against the bed. He felt the younger tense under his hands, body going stiff as a cardboard. 

 

“Tonight? You’re gonna take it tonight?” Seungmin asked, eyes wide. 

 

Minho didn’t grace him with a question, simply smirking. “Puppies don’t get to ask questions.” He curled his fingers into Seungmin’s pants and pulled them down, he wrestled him out of them, huffing as they got stuff on his ankles. Seungmin was doing little to help, wiggling way too much under him. 

 

With a firm slap to Seungmin’s bandaged thigh, he finally stilled, letting out a pained groan. “Hyung—fuck, please, please be nice.” 

 

What a silly thing to beg for. “You haven’t been nice to me at all, Seungmin. Why would I be nice to you?” He shoved Seungmin’s wrists to the top of his head, “Keep. Them. There.” 

 

Seungmin’s underwear followed his pants, thrown somewhere behind him. Without a word he shoved Seungmin’s legs up, eyeing the pink plug that peeked out from between his asscheeks. It looked perfect, just where it belonged. The skin around it even looked wet still. A mix of cum and lube from earlier in the morning. 

 

“You’re insane! Why the fuck would I be nice to you?” Seungmin lashed out, attempting to wiggle out from under him, though Minho didn’t know how it would work, his left arm squeezing tightly around his ankle. 

 

You’re insane. 

 

He slapped Seungmin firmly across the face. “You’re in love with me Seungmin. You’re not any better than me,” he growled out. 

 

Seungmin huffed, “You don’t deserve to fuck me!” He spat out. 

 

Minho let out a cruel laugh, “You think anyone does? No one but me would want to fuck you, Seungmin. You’re impossible to handle. No one would fight for you this much, no one loves you more than me!” He huffed, another slap across Seungmin’s other cheek. 

 

Seungmin’s chest heaved as he looked up at him, anger mixed into his eyes now . So much anger for such a little puppy. Both his cheeks glowed red now, they matched. 

 

He dropped Seungmin’s legs to look over him, his clothes thigh pressed up against Seungmin’s length. “Do you think anyone else could love you?” He repeated.

 

He didn’t receive an answer though. Seungmin’s face twisted and suddenly there was something wet splattering across his face. 

 

Seungmin had spat at him. 

 

Wonderful. 

 

Except he’d been distracted a minute too long, Seungmin’s hand came flying next, punching him square in the nose, hard. It was almost enough to have him falling back but he steadied himself quickly. His breathing was heavy as he cupped his nose, he could already feel the blood dripping down his nose, some on his hand. 

 

“Oh—“ Seungmin’s little voice broke through. He sounded shocked. 

 

Minho, sniffed, pulling his hand away from his nose and wiping the blood on his hand onto Seungmin’s thigh. “You’ll regret that,” He stated. He could taste the blood in his mouth now as it landed on his lips. 

 

Where Seungmin had gotten the courage to punch him? He had no clue. 

 

“Fuck…” He muttered, wiping his hand across his face again. It was going to bruise nasty. He’d have to give something matching to Seungmin. 

 

His mind felt muffled for a moment as he tried to steady himself. The hit had been hard, not something he had expected from Seungmin. He’d been caught off guard completely and the shock only continued as suddenly he was being dragged downwards by his shirt and there were lips on his own. 

 

They weren’t even his lips really, it was Seungmin’s tongue. Seungmin was licking up all the blood on his face, across his lips, across his cheek. He licked it all up like a desperate puppy. He even licked into his mouth, licking up every trace of spit and blood in there. 

 

Minho hardly got a chance to kiss back, or even say anything as Seungmin flopped back down, breathing heavily as he stared up at him. 

 

“Hit me.” 

 

Minho blinked. Head tilting. 

 

“Hit me, Hyung. We should match.” 

 

He didn’t hesitate but Seungmin had flinched. His punch landed on Seungmin’s cheek instead of his nose. It had been hard and Seungmin moaned loudly, withering under him. 

 

“Rude puppy, you moved.” 

 

Seungmin whimpered, delicate fingers moving across his cheek, mapping out the pulsing skin. 

 

“You want this, don’t you? You want me to hurt you. You want this to hurt. You want to remember it,” Minho whispered, pressing his face closer to Seungmin’s. “Admit it, puppy.” 

 

The other pushed his head away, refusing to meet his eyes. “I—”

 

Hit me. Seungmin had asked and he couldn’t even admit it. 

 

“Puppy.”

 

“Daddy….” Seungmin whined right back. 

 

Instead, Minho pulled his hand back and slapped him right across his bruising cheekbone. He liked slapping over punching. The act felt much more intimate. His whole palm fit perfectly against Seungmin’s cheek. It was meant to be after all. He wasn’t outwardly very violent. Punching was more violent in his opinion. 

 

His pulsing nose drove the message on. 

 

“You get hard when I choke you, Seungmin. Don’t act as if you have morals, Kim Seungmin, He reached a handout, squeezing Seungmin’s cheeks tightly, nails digging into the red flesh. 

 

“Admit it!”

 

Seungmin’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. There was a haze over his eyes. He was succumbing. 

 

Fresh blood dripped down from Minho’s noise. A little dot appeared on Seungmin’s cheek from where he loomed over him. Another dot joined and another, painting Seungmin with his blood. 

 

Their blood should be mixed. They should be from the same blood. They were probably carved from the same messed-up sand. Two halves that had been meant to be together years ago. Centuries ago even. 

 

Seungmin’s tongue managed to escape his mouth, trying to lick up the drops he knew were there. 

 

He relaxed his hold on his face as he watched Seungmin lick up the drops of blood he could feel. It smeared it further across his face, red staining red. 

 

He watched as Seungmin’s throat swallowed it all. As his blood ran down from his tongue to his throat. Minho’s mark was left even inside of his body. 

 

Seungmin’s eyes said enough, the way his head tilted back pressing into the bed, the span of his throat, the way his body was limp under him. 

 

Finally. 

 

It was almost better than a marriage proposal. 

 

Minho didn’t have the patience to strip himself completely. He wanted this quick and dirty, like what Seungmin was .

 

Seungmin completely naked and Minho fully clothed. 

 

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down enough to pull his dick out. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, squeezing. He’d already been hard for so long, precum dotting at the top of his cock. 

 

The fingering and plug from earlier had kept Seungmin loose. It was perfect. He’d be able to slip on with ease. 

 

He shoved Seungmin’s legs apart once more, stretching them impossibly wide. Probably more than Seungmin could handle. His puppy wasn’t very flexible. The stretch seemed to bother Seungmin too who whined, fisting the sheets. 

 

Minho giggled, raising his hips higher in the air , Seungmin’s legs dangling precariously. He licked over the base of the plug , licking up all the access fluids he could get his tongue on before finally pulling it out. 

 

The reaction was immediate. How cum from the morning slowly began to trickle out, mixed with lube. He dropped Seungmin’s hips back down onto the bed, watching as more cum leaked out of his hole. Curiously he used two fingers to push the cum back in, Seungmin moaning at the intrusion. 

 

“Gonna fuck into you and you're going to be so loose, puppy. Going to be putting my cock in you finally whilst you're loose like a cheap whore. Isn’t this so perfect?” He murmured dreamily. 

 

Minho shoved closer between his legs, shoving his fingers deeper into Seungmin’s hole. 

 

The other whimpered, he could feel his velvety walls squeeze around his fingers. Desperate. Seeking more. Whore. No matter how much Seungmin tried to prove he was normal, he was always so cock hungry. It was in his blood after all. No matter how smart he liked to be. 

 

“My pretty little pup…” He cooed softly, his hands pressed into Seungmin’s hips, he needed it to bruise. Needed Seungmin’s body bruised from top to bottom. 

 

Seungmin looked through his eyelashes down at him. He seemed pretty far gone, his lips shiny from spit and he swore he could see traces of his blood on them. 

 

He couldn’t wait any longer. He used the bottle of lube to quickly slick up his length before in one swift movement he pushed his cock into his hole. He slowly sank into his wet heat, his own cum as lube and the thought itself made him even hotter. “ Fuck… ” He moaned out, pressing Seungmin’s body impossibly close. 

 

Finally, he was inside Seungmin. After so many months of keeping himself at bay . Putting Seungmin forward. 

 

There was a clear way he wanted this to go. He knew he was being nicer than Seungmin needed but Seungmin had stopped fighting as much. His soft spot was simply still there.   

 

He started at a brutal pace, one hand on Seungmin’s hip and the other pressed into the bed right by his neck. A sign. He just needed the perfect moment. 

 

Seungmin was enjoying it, that was clear. He drank up every single noise that left his trembling lips, his whole body jolting with every thrust. His eyes were closed, his lips parted and his head thrown back . He was enjoying it .  

 

Seungmin was enjoying it and it brought back the sour taste in his mouth. 

 

Seungmin should be crying under him . Not smiling as he took his virginity. Minho had done this wrong. 

 

He came to a sudden stop, leaving himself buried deep in Seungmin which caused the other to open his eyes finally. “Hyung?” He mumbled out. 

 

“Shut up,” Minho muttered, rocking his hips forward once to punctuate the command. 

 

A weak moan drifted from Seungmin’s mouth and Minho slapped him, hard . 

 

“What?” It seemed to knock Seungmin out of his pleasure haze, a little more alert as he pursed his lips in annoyance. 

 

“Don’t, fucking, talk,” He stated again, firmer as he slapped him once again, leaving Seungmin’s mouth wide open. “Should’ve drugged you like my plan was last time.” 

 

Minho sat there for a moment, buried deep inside of Seungmin, mulling over his choices . Putting a pillow over Seungmin’s face. Smothering him with his hand . Digging his nails into Seungmin’s fragile little neck. He needed more. He needed worse. 

 

The more feral part of him was screaming at him. He should’ve dumped Seungmin in the middle of the woods and hunted him down. Something primal. Something raw. Minho the predator and Seungmin his prey. 

 

“You should be crying for me,” Minho stated, voice careful. “ You should be crying, I’m doing this wrong again…” H e muttered the last words. They were for him . Just for him to hear because again he was lacking.  

 

God, he should’ve taken Chan’s advice. 

 

“I—I can cry, I should cry, right? Yeah, I can cry.” Seungmin was stumbling over his own words and Minho wondered for a moment if he looked scary. If Seungmin was scared?

 

“Why aren’t you crying, Seungmin? Why aren’t you scared?” 

 

Seungmin looked cute, blinking up at him with cute little puppy eyes. Minho wanted to gouge them out. He had played pretend house for too long. His brain was screaming at him.  

 

Do worse. Do worse. Be worse. Make him worse. 

 

Maybe if he smacked his head into the headboard…

 

Except there were hands on him now, Seungmin had pushed himself up, his cock being pushed out as he did so. Minho frowned at the sight of it. 

 

Seungmin’s hands pressed into his shoulders. “Hyung?” 

 

Always so mouthy. 

 

His hand goes flying and before he can process it, he backhanded Seungmin. 

 

Seungmin’s mouth fell open, staring at him. “You—“

 

There was a streak of blood on his cheek, his ring had cut Seungmin. 

 

That’s what he wanted. He wanted blood. “ Fucking lay back down,” He spat out and watched as Seungmin fell back down against the bed dazed. He pushed his cock back into his hole, Seungmin clenching around him immediately. Maybe he should just keep him like this for the rest of the day. Stay buried deep inside Seungmin until they both drift off. 

 

Instead, his hands moved down to the bandages that covered Seungmin’s thigh. He untied the knot and unravelled the bandages before throwing them aside. 

 

It revealed the new addition to his thigh. It was pretty and raw still . Every jagged line was visible to his eye.  

 

Lee Minho. 

 

He was Lee Minho and Seungmin was his property. His name was right there and Seungmin needed to know. He needed to know. 

 

Seungmin’s body knew it . From the various bruises blooming across his skin to his cut-up cheek. 

 

It was just Seungmin’s mind that didn’t know. It didn’t fucking know. 

 

Minho reached a handout and wiped a finger across the new cut on Seungmin’s cheek, spreading the blood as much as possible. He looked awful. He looked like a mess. 

 

He should feel like a mess. 

 

Minho pulled out completely, Seungmin whining in shock. He ignored all his questions and pleas as he grabbed him by the hair and dragged him down onto the floor. His clumsy body hit the floor hard, Seungmin barely saving his face by catching himself with his arms. 

 

He was leaving a wet trail behind him, cum dripping out of him slowly as he crouched down there. There was a small puddle on the floor as all of it finally leaked out. 

 

“You made a mess, puppy,” Minho frowned, pulling Seungmin around for him to look at the mess that had leaked out of his ass. 

 

Seungmin blinked down at it. “Oh—I—”

 

“No, just clean it up, show me you can be good for me,” Minho demanded, pulling his head down until he was on the floor again. “Tongue out, clean it,” he demanded . 

 

Seungmin didn’t move. 

 

“Do it,” Minho growled out again, shoving his face down against the floor, probably too hard as he heard Seungmin’s head hit against the floor and his nose pressed straight into the mess. 

 

A pained cry escaped Seungmin’s lips. “Hyung—this hurts, stop,” He whined but Minho kept his head there in the mess. 

 

“Clean it.” 

 

Another pause and Seungmin’s tongue peeked out, lapping up his own mess. There were tears finally. Slipping down his cheeks in seconds. He didn’t let him up until every drop was cleaned, even making him lap up any sight of his tears on the floor. 

 

“See? That wasn’t hard, pretty puppy.” 

 

He shoved Seungmin backwards, his head just barely missing the floor as the other managed to catch himself. “You deserve to be fucked here on the floor, you don’t deserve our fucking bed.” 

 

Seungmin whimpered, more tears slipped down his cheeks but he stayed quiet. He was finally fucking quiet. He’d learnt one stupid rule at last.

 

“I think, I’ll get you a cock gag, keep your mouth full and make sure you can’t talk,” Minho spoke casually, shoving his legs apart and pushing his cock back into his hole. 

 

There was a new red spot on Seungmin’s forehead where he’d hit the floor. 

 

Seungmin’s body gave out under him as Minho hit his sweet spot. He sprawled out across the floor, crying. 

 

He almost looked like an angel . Red cheeks, tear stains that sparkled, moans that sounded like music. 

 

Minho’s thrusts were hard enough to have Seungmin’s body moving across the floor, his back was going to be rubbed raw. 

 

“You asked for this, I just wanted you to listen. Why can’t you listen to me?” He mumbled as he fucked into him, watching as his nails dug deeper into Seungmin’s hips. Maybe enough to draw blood. 

 

A cry bubbled out from Seungmin’s lips as he held him down for a moment, grinding his cock deep inside him. It almost brought Minho close to his orgasm as he heard his whimpering sounds.

 

Seungmin was sobbing under him just as he had wanted . Just as he had craved. 

 

“I love you, Seungmin. I love you, that's why I’m doing this,” He continued, mumbling almost feverishly as his one hand clawed up to Seungmin’s neck. He didn’t press down just yet, his hold on his neck loose. 

 

“Do you love me Seungmin? Tell Hyung you love him.” 

 

Seungmin could barely breathe around his cries. He was never a loud crier but he always became a mess when he did. Could never expand his lungs enough to inhale. Always forgot how to breathe. How to be human. It was ridiculous really. 

 

Minho tightened his grip on his neck, which made Seungmin jolt. Some attention on him finally. 

 

“Do you love me, Seungmin?” He demanded, squeezing and loosening his grip. Waiting. Waiting. 

 

Waiting . 

 

Seungmin struggled, drooling instead of speaking. 

 

Pathetic. 

 

Minho slapped him once more, Seungmin’s head almost lifeless as it fell to one side. Cute. It made him fuck deeper into him, his cock aching. He needed to cum but he couldn’t cum without Seungmin saying he loved him. He needed it. 

 

“What was the first rule I ever gave you?” Maybe that would jog some of his memory, he tightened his hold on his neck, watching as Seungmin choked, hands flying up to claw at his neck. 

 

“If you know it I need you to say it and then I'll let you breathe okay? Or I’ll suffocate you here? I love you puppy but you’ve been so bad….” Minho whispered, leaning closer, pressing lazy kisses along his jawline, “You’ve been so bad…” 

 

Seungmin clawed harder as his face became redder , his nails pulling at his skin. He was even slapping at his hands. So much more panicked than earlier. 

 

Maybe he thought Minho would really kill him this time. 

 

Minho didn’t think he’d do it. 

 

It wasn’t until Seungmin was letting out horrible sounds that he let go, and jolted out of his thoughts. Seungmin gulped down air like it was the only thing in the world, chest heaving a mile a minute.

 

Minho watched him curiously, as Seungmin continued to drink down air before their eyes locked together.

 

“I love you,” Seungmin breathed, “I love you, Lee Minho, even if it kills me.” 

 

Minho couldn’t help but grin manically at the confession. “ Fuck , puppy…” He groaned out, continuing to batter at his prostate, he hadn’t even processed Seungmin had come all over his stomach at some point, his cock bobbing weakly against his abdomen.

 

“You’re mine… mine forever,” Minho moaned out, pressing their lips together in a heated and wet kiss as he came deep inside Seungmin with a shuddering cry that his puppy swallowed easily. 

 

He almost fell lip on top of Seungmin, eyes drifting close as he buried his face up against his neck, licking at the sweaty expanse of skin. 

 

“Do you remember the first rule now?” He asked, mumbling against his neck, teeth grazing the delicate skin. 

 

Seungmin took a shuddering breath before answering. “No one will ever love me like Minho Hyung does…” he managed, a tremble to his lips. 

 

Minho sighed softly from satisfaction. That felt almost as good as his orgasm. Pressing a gentle kiss to where he could feel Seungmin’s pulse. “ Perfect puppy.” 

 

It finally felt like Seungmin was his again. All his. His property. His puppy. His world. 

 

He lifted his head up to look at Seungmin, wondering how he felt and to his little surprise he looked rather content being pressed into the floor.  

 

Seungmin also looked like he’d gotten into a fight and lost. 

 

He pressed another kiss to Seungmin’s cheek before pushing himself up onto his knees again and pulling out. He watched with ruddy cheeks as his cum gushed out of his hole again. Dripping all over the floor. 

 

Further up Seungmin whined as he pressed his thighs together to stop anything else from leaking. 

 

Minho’s eyes were practically sparkling as he sat there, watching Seungmin want to keep all his cum in his hole. So cute. 

 

“You can have your plug puppy, would you like that?” 

 

Seungmin managed to nod his head in agreement, seemingly going nonverbal from everything. It didn’t surprise Minho and he didn’t mind. He produced a new plug from their toy drawer, this time a baby blue and gentle pushed into his Seungmin’s waiting hole. 

 

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to his stomach. “You’re so good for me you know?” He praised, gently brushing his hands across his thighs. 

 

The wild feeling in his chest feels fulfilled now. The ache was no longer getting any bigger. He’d made Seungmin his. His pretty little puppy. 

 

“Let’s get you into bed…” He murmured, helping Seungmin onto his shaking legs. They seemed weaker than usual, Seungmin’s grip on his arms painfully tight. He wasn’t even looking at him though, instead, his eyes focused on the cum that had leaked out onto the floor.

 

Minho said nothing, watching silently. With slight surprise, he watched Seungmin let go of his arms and sink down to his knees. He hit the floor loudly, another two marks on his body.  

 

This time without Minho having to say it, Seungmin was leaning over and lapping up the cum all over the floor. He didn’t stop until it was spotless. 

 

Seungmin glanced up, staring up at him. Waiting. 

 

Minho knew logically this was a rarity. He knew Seungmin would be fighting again. There was no way this would last but he’d take it for the night. He’d take it for as long as Seungmin wanted to be sweet to him. 

 

“Good puppy,” He praised once more , helping him up, no reason for Seungmin to bruise his knees anymore. “God…I did a number on you tonight, Seungminnie, but it felt good didn’t it? You must feel so good.” 

 

Carefully he helped him over to the bed. “I’ll clean you up and then I’ll give you some meds and you can sleep okay? How does that sound? You can rest and tomorrow is our first day of four months together. We’ll have such a good time. Maybe a vacation? Jeju?” He spoke a little mindlessly, mainly checking on all of the injuries he’d left on Seungmin. 

 

His cheeks were bruising and the cut on his cheek had stopped bleeding. There was one bruise blooming across his ribs from when he had kicked up. Otherwise, there were mainly a lot of red spots. With a wet cloth, he cleaned him up, wiping away their traces of blood, his cum, anything he could find. 

 

Seungmin was pliant for him the whole time, pouting his lips occasionally for a kiss which Minho happily provided. “I’m starting to miss your voice, you know? I don’t think I’d like you quiet all the time,” He observed as he helped Seungmin into some warm comfy clothes. He’d brought an ice pack for his ribs and placed a pochacco bandaid on the cut. 

 

He looked adorable, tucked into their bed. Snug as a bug. 

 

Minho was so in love. He loved Seungmin so fucking bad and he couldn’t have him leaving him. He’d be nothing without Seungmin. He’d be nothing and alone. He wanted Seungmin forever. 

 

“I’ll wake you up in a little, okay? We can eat and watch a movie.” 

 

Seungmin blinked up at him for a moment, before nodding, stretching out a hand for him. Minho happily complied, grabbing it and laying next to him before pulling him into his arms. “Love you Seungminnie,” he murmured against the top of his head. 

 

“Love you too, Hyung,” Seungmin whispered right back, without even a pause. 

 

Seungmin was his. 

 

For keeps.