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Wet sounds of kisses echoed in their room.
The taller male presses him against the wall as he deepens the kiss.
When Hoseok's head hits the wall, a gasp escapes his busy lips which is easily eaten by the man devouring him. He circles his arms around Taehyung's broad shoulders, attempting to bring him closer.
"Hobi," he whispers, breaking the kiss. "I want to try something."
Hoseok hums instead of questioning him; his head already reaching forward to catch his boyfriend's lips again.
Wordlessly, Taehyung turns him around and eases the t-shirt off his body. And Hoseok lets him do that. Patient yet anticipating.
Taehyung buries his nose in his nape. He inhales deeply and he sighs, sending shivers down the pinned male's spine. From behind, two hands reach out to his chest, fingers pressed against his pectorals; so hard that could leave imprints of his fingers on the unmarked skin.
His right hand dips in his pants then, bringing out Hoseok's semi-hard shaft.
Hoseok sighs at the touch, his eyes roll back as his cock is being pumped slowly by his boyfriend.
"Hoseok," Taehyung urges again, stopping all of his movements now. "I said I want to try something."
The said male whines, feeling needy. "What is it, Taehyung?"
Taehyung leaves his side but not before commanding Hoseok to stay put.
Being the obedient boyfriend he is, Hoseok stills. He feels his boyfriend's presence behind him within the next few seconds, and before he could even utter another question, Taehyung hushes him. "Whatever it is, you're gonna love it, baby boy."
A thick, soft and velvety cloth is wrapped around Hoseok's eyes then; preventing any vision to be seen. He ties it in a gripping knot but not tight enough to cause him a headache.
Hoseok gasps at the darkness, his hands already reaching out to hold Taehyung's, which are now placed on his waist while his lips are plastered to his shoulder, leaving soft kisses.
The next second, his wrists are constrained using — what he naturally thinks is — a handcuff.
"T— Taehyung," he stutters at the feeling of metal around his delicate wrists which are now restrained, suddenly feeling nervous and helpless. "What are you doing?"
In the lieu of getting an answer, he feels a pair of lips kissing the skin at the arch of his spine, soon reaching to his shoulder blade. After which he's taken in his boyfriend's arms.
Hoseok's heart picks up its speed.
They've never discussed this before.
But he needs to trust Taehyung, right?
His handsome, trustworthy, reliable boyfriend.
Something about being in the dark in such a vulnerable state in front of his boyfriend excites him; easily masking any emotions of fear or doubt with arousal and anticipation.
After being put on the bed, Taehyung leaves his side briefly again.
With the sense of vision deprived and both of his hands chained, Hoseok could only rely on his ears for any indication of his surroundings.
He hears rustling of clothes — Taehyung is probably getting undressed — and then a click of the door. More rustling of clothes, padded feet walking around softly, shifting of some objects.
That leaves Hoseok in confusion.
He doesn't remember Taehyung wearing such layers of clothes that would require so much undressing. But he decides not to question it. After all, he could easily be wrong. "Come to me, please." He practically begs, feeling so vulnerable.
"I'm here, darling." Comes his reply from a distance. "Just getting some things done before we get into it. I want you to feel so good about yourself, and I will make sure that you do. You just wait until we're done."
That should have convinced Hoseok. But strangely, it worries him. Almost scares him.
Jeongguk smirks from beside Taehyung, setting up the camera. Yeah, you just wait until we're both done with you, he mumbles within himself.
The device is placed right in front of the bed, giving a clear view of the things above it. He focuses the lens promptly. The crisp image of Hoseok's folded limbs — lithe and nude — pressed together, trembling, is soon generated after the adjustment. His locked wrists, although resting on his knees, are twisting and turning in discomfort.
His hole is merely hidden behind his ankles.
Jeongguk suppresses a groan at the sight. His eyes then meet Taehyung's.
Whose visage is glinting with a known mischief, albeit this time, it's not harmless. This time, his depraved wish is going to ruin his own boyfriend's life. Mentally and physically once he uncovers the truth.
Jeongguk cracks his neck, feeling utterly turned on just by seeing Hoseok laid like a dessert in front of them. With an easy movement, he takes his shirt off of himself — a black tank top resting beneath it — and walks towards Hoseok in silent steps.
"Taehyung?" Hoseok calls again.
He flinches, feeling a cold hand travel down his thighs then he tries to relax. It's just Taehyung, his brain reminds him in vain.
But Taehyung's hands were always warm.
Jeongguk's calloused fingers trace his skin slowly, his eyes keenly observing Hoseok's reaction to his touch.
He parts his legs away with one swift movement, and that's when Taehyung speaks. "So here's the thing, Hoseok. You're gonna sit there and take what I give, yeah?" He waits for the said male to respond.
He earns a frown from him instead; lips thinned in confusion.
Hoseok twists his cuffed hands. "No, Taehyung." He replies slowly, his voice carrying a firmness. "I don't like this. Untie me right now." He brings his legs closer only to realise that there's a body between them.
Taehyung tuts. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a bore."
Growing impatient with their exchange, Jeongguk interferes. Not verbally, but physically.
He pries Hoseok's knees further away and holds them both down on the bed despite the latter's struggles.
"Taehyung!" Hoseok warns this time. "This is not funny, I'm telling you to untie me and remove this damn blindfold."
"I know, that's right, Hoseok." He replies in a nonchalant manner. "This is not funny. This is serious."
All naked, Hoseok is at Jeongguk's mercy.
Jeongguk loves him.
He loves him more than Taehyung could ever. Or so he wants to believe.
If anything, he is obsessed with him.
Bringing his and Taehyung's plan to work took quite a few months but it's all going to be worth it.
It all started when Hoseok went to their university as a temporary TA a semester ago. The evil duo were in their final year of their studies, while Hoseok had graduated two years back. While they both had a thing for the TA when he was still their senior, they couldn't talk to him much because of the gap between their academics.
So, seeing Hoseok again surely surprised them. In a wicked and twisted manner.
Hoseok clicked with Taehyung immediately. It was mostly because of the way the younger male would shower him with tons of compliments and gifts. Being pushy around the edges and clingy.
And Hoseok fell hard for his charm, not knowing his true intentions.
And Jeongguk has always been… there. In the background. A quiet but very much observant acquaintance of Hoseok. A best friend of Taehyung.
He decided not to intervene just yet because building a relationship with Hoseok was most important. It didn't matter who he did that with because in the end, he's bound to get ruined by both of them. Because they were both fixed to make Hoseok theirs, one way or the other.
He's clean. And so are Taehyung and Hoseok. He knows it because his best friend made sure they underwent health checkups before taking their relationship physical. So now, with their plan so close to becoming a reality, Jeongguk can't help but feel an immense amount of joy.
Everything's perfect.
He leaned down to place his lips over Hoseok's, capturing them in a heated kiss. Needy and desperate. Impatient and rough.
And because Hoseok is refusing to let him in, he uses his thumb to separate his lips easily and deepens the kiss. The taste of mint lands on his tongue as he licks the insides of Hoseok's mouth; while Hoseok tastes cigar on his tongue.
Frowning, Hoseok folds his hands and brings them between him and the body above him. But the body won't budge. So he turns his head away, forcefully, and at the same time pushes away the weight hovering above him with all his might.
Because he just knows that the one who's kissing him isn't Taehyung.
Taken aback by the sudden withdrawal, Jeongguk stumbles backwards. Just a bit.
"Who are you!?"
Taking the camera in his hand, Taehyung approaches them; feeling proud that Hoseok could differentiate. "Aw, what do you mean, baby?" He gently rubs his boyfriend's ears to soothe him and he immediately gets a reaction. Hoseok visibly relaxes — all of it being reeled. His swollen lips and flushed cheeks. "I put a blindfold on you once and you refuse to recognize who's kissing you?"
"Stop playing. Let go of me this instant."
A chuckle leaves his lips in reply.
Rutting himself against his torso, Jeongguk bites Hoseok's lips instead of kissing them now — both of them, one after the other — earning a hiss of pain from the latter while Taehyung silently continues to record the process.
His tattooed hand travels south and rests just above Hoseok's pelvis. He's too tempted to play with Hoseok's good for nothing cock but he opts to finger him instead.
He pushes two of his fingers through the tight ring of muscles, earning a delicious gasp from the male.
"Ah, T— Taehyung-ah."
The movements of his fingers are sharp and rough. He adds another finger only after a few seconds because he can't seem to wait any longer.
If they have to wreck Hoseok together, the least they could do is prepare him well for that, right? Consent be damned.
Refusing to give in to his constant denials, Jeongguk does as he pleases.
He leaves love bites as if he's marking him. Staking his claim. Which he is, after all these months of being patient and years of having a crush, he could finally take Hoseok as he wishes. He could feel Hoseok shudder with every touch — as if he's still vary despite the assurance Taehyung has been giving in the background. Close enough to convince Hoseok; watching them through the tiny camera screen; making sure everything is being recorded perfectly. Flawlessly.
Before Hoseok knows it, four of the fingers are going in and out of his swollen hole. A sight that is being filmed. So obscene and in the most depraved way possible. The camera constantly shifts from Hoseok's blissed out face to his abusing hole. Sometimes zoomed out to film all of it together.
How would Hoseok react to all of this? Taehyung briefly wonders but he brushes it off soon after because he and Jeongguk are going to set him right if he were to disobey and run away, one way or the other.
He loves Hoseok, yes. They had a good relationship, yes. He could have easily taken Jeongguk out of the equation, and refused to share Hoseok with him, no questions asked. But deep down, he knew he had always been corrupted.
Unbeknownst to him, poor Hoseok brought the worst out of him.
And Jeongguk.
"Baby, you look so good like this," he rasps, licking his lips. Suddenly wishing nothing more than to touch instead of record. "You're turning me the fuck on so damn much."
Despite himself, a blush forms on Hoseok's cheeks, his lips turning into a shy smile. With his bound hands, he reaches out to touch Taehyung.
Still unsure. Rather hesitant.
Jeongguk leans down and helps him reach his face. He feels a thrill of satisfaction the moment Hoseok touches him for the first time. Soft and tender. So affectionate.
He withdraws his fingers at that moment to hold Hoseok's tied wrists; let him trace his face, making sure his fingers are away from his brows because he's going to be busted the moment Hoseok feels his pierced right brow because Taehyung doesn't have any such puncture at his brows. He brings his fingers close to his lips and takes them inside his mouth. Coating the fingers with his saliva, he sucks at them obscenely.
Hoseok grimaces at the wet fluid covering his fingers and he tries to withdraw his hand but to no avail. Jeongguk's grip is strong and sturdy. Demanding. Holding his hands at a place.
Taehyung stays right beside them, recording everything.
Jeongguk's lust driven visage, Hoseok's reluctance and helplessness.
Everything.
While Hoseok is distracted, the tattooed male inserts his cock, big and hard, inside his hole with full force. Hoseok gasps, as though he was just hit in his stomach, his hands instinctively reaching out to Jeongguk's thighs to stop his movements.
"T— Taehyung-ah." He moans, broken. "W— wait, stop."
Jeongguk is relentless. Grunts of pleasure leave his lips as he punches his cock inside the inviting heat; no longer caring if his moans could out him. He throws all restraints down the window because fuck if he hasn't been dying to do this for months.
"That's right, baby." Calls Taehyung, his voice lacking the tone of physical strain and pleasure. "Take it. Take it like you were built for it."
Hoseok falters again. He was roughly dubious when he heard the grunts a few minutes ago, but now—
"Yo— you're not Taehyung." He accuses again, alarmingly. This time, so sure of it. "Who are you!?" His voice trembles in fear and betrayal; body too helpless to oppose the force of continuous thrusts. The bitter taste of cigar resurfaces on his tongue, making him nauseous — as if reminding him.
Taehyung never smoked. Not that he knew of, anyway.
So it all makes sense. All this time, it was never his boyfriend.
"There you go again." Taehyung says boringly, although he feels so good about this recognition. About the fact that Hoseok knows him like the back of his hand.
Also the fact that Hoseok is just about to discover what they've been doing to him. Who has been hammering him all this time.
Jeongguk manhandles Hoseok and positions them in such a way that the latter is riding his cock. Easily. All while Taehyung sets the camera back on the table before joining them, already naked by the pants; finally ready for the action. The focus of the camera is locked towards the two figures on the bed — clearly showcasing the compromised position of the duo.
A yelp leaves the tied male's lips.
The shuffle of their bodies buried the cock deep in him. Deeper than his capacity. His trembling legs are bracketing the tattooed male's thighs, which are slightly spread apart; making room for Taehyung.
The new position surely gives Jeongguk a new freedom — a new satisfaction because he's settled too deep inside Hoseok's inviting heat.
The situation is quite the opposite to Hoseok; who flails in his arms. "Let go of me!" Feeling so lost, he demands in a cracking voice; cheeks damp due to the tears bleeding irregularly through the blindfold — giving away his fear.
When Taehyung gets on the bed on his knees, the bed slumps slightly. A movement Hoseok couldn't notice because he is being held by his hips and slammed on the dick he's been riding, despite his struggles. The duo decide to ignore the litany of cuss words leaving Hoseok's pretty lips because he's giving them what they want.
Slowly, Taehyung settles down; his cock hard and already leaking precum with the sight seeing thus far.
Jeongguk kisses the blindfolded man again, keeping him distracted while Taehyung takes his sweet time to sit behind Hoseok— as if that is even necessary. Because all of their acts are going to be unveiled now anyway.
Then it all happens in a snap.
With Jeongguk's tip inside, a couple of fingers reach his hole to stretch it apart. As though making room for something else. Hoseok is held in the air for a moment more — just until Taehyung could grab his dick and align himself right against Jeongguk's.
"Hobi hyung," breath fanning, Taehyung murmurs right against his ear, making sure that his lips touch it. Then he attaches his chest to Hoseok's back. "You're gonna take us both, aren't you?"
And then, before he could even register anything, Hoseok is slammed down.
Panic. Fear. Betrayal.
Pain. Excruciating pain.
Everything came all at once.
Hoseok screams at the painful stretch, only to realise he's still being kissed. It takes a lot of strength to detach his lips from the man — the unknown man in front of him. He starts wailing, filterless.
A hand reaches behind, swiftly taking off the mask covering his eyes.
A pang of dread washes over his entire body when his eyes see the light again. He couldn't believe what he's seeing.
In front of him, is a man he never thought would be able to— able to take advantage of him or anybody else. "J— Jeongguk…?" He gasps, bewildered. Unbelieving.
Then a thrust. Breathtaking.
The immense pain knocks any words that he wants to speak.
Having processed the situation, he calls after a few seconds, torturous thrusts still continuing. "T— Taehyung-ah."
"I'm right here, baby." The said male replies, biting his ear. "Right behind you, my Hobi."
"Why— why are you—"
Before he could finish his 'lame' question, Jeongguk grabs him by his hair and engages him in another heated kiss, teeth and tongue; leaving the job of making Hoseok ride them to Taehyung. Who is being very patient; letting his best friend have his time because he knows he has been starved for way too long all while he got to have a taste of the beauty between them during the time they had dated.
"Fuck, Hoseok." Jeongguk praises. "You're doing so good." His lips are everywhere — lips, neck, chest. And so are Taehyung's hands. Sternum, and now on his limp dick; trying to work it up. His lips attached to his back as a silent reminder.
'I'm right here.'
With the article that covered his eyes gone, Hoseok feels so vulnerable. So exposed. So helpless. Tears continue to flow down his cheeks, not only because of physical pain. He tastes betrayal in his tears and feels rage in his heart. Disgust in his entire being.
His body is constantly being rocked up and down; pain renewing itself with each thrust. He can't get away no matter how hard he tries. His hands are tied, legs are held by Jeongguk, hips by Taehyung.
There is no escape.
There are no words.
At some point, Jeongguk starts pinching and biting him. Actually biting his flesh hoping to leave him imprints, while Taehyung continues his advances, muttering praises right in Hoseok's ear as if he isn't doing the most vile thing he could ever have done; making the said male feel disgusted.
"Taehyung, you asshole!" He cries out, no longer trying to wiggle away because he has come to realise it's a waste of his energy. He just stills. He lets them do whatever they please because he is out of it.
Still, feeling broken and defeated, he questions. "How could you do this to me?" There's no bite to it, no venom. Just a whisper. Unbelievable and sorrowful. Sickening and painful. "We— we had something."
"Shhh," feeling a bit left out despite doing most of the wrecking, Jeongguk says finally. Unlike his prior actions, he leaves soft kisses all over Hoseok's wet face. "Keep it low, will you, Hobi?"
If Hoseok could, he would slap Jeongguk's face right now. Anger rises in him and his wrists twitch in the handcuff to do so as he grits his teeth, "You have the audacity to— to say that, ah, when you're— you're raping me?"
Jeongguk's eyes darken at his words. He grabs Hoseok by his cheeks harshly. "Bitch, you're talking way too much now." He warns, grunting at the friction of his and Taehyung's cock inside his heat. "Be thankful it's just the two of us."
There must be something wrong with Jeongguk.
No, really. Because who in their right mind could think of something… so vile and disgusting.
At the threat, anger turns to disgust. Bile forms in the pit of his stomach. "Do— do you even, fuck, hear yourself?" Hoseok asks, bravely. Rough fingers still pressed around his cheeks.
"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll make sure that everybody outside hears you and sees you." Jeongguk bites back. "Do you want it? Tell me, Hoseok. Do you want people to know that you're being fucked by two men? Do you want to be seen?"
"Take it easy, Jeongguk." Taehyung butts in. "He's probably shocked. Let's give him some time to warm up to us."
Hoseok elbows Taehyung. He tries to.
Easily dodging his weak attack, Taehyung chuckles. "I'm taking your side here." He admits as if that would do something to ease Hoseok.
"Or maybe he just needs more." Jeongguk speaks. "That what you want?"
"Just wait until I'm untied, fucker." Hoseok spats. "You're both going to—"
Jeongguk leans in to bite his lips before he could finish his threat. Harshly, as if he's intending to draw blood out of them. Which he does, eventually. He could taste the hint of metal in the kiss and feel the warmth of the blood soaked on their tongues.
Hoseok wails in pain, newer tears flow down his cheeks. He feels sad, angry, helpless and tied.
"Take what you're given, baby." He faintly hears from behind. A hand soothing over his abdomen as if to coax him. Comfort him.
And after that, he didn't speak a word. Only cried, taking everything that's being given to him. Like Taehyung had just muttered under his breath. His body feels numb, bones sore. His cries turn into hiccups at some point and he feels like his eyes would give up any time now.
Downside, his hole is burning. The constant slide of the two cocks inside and out of him is tearing apart his muscles to the core.
He dares to look down and realises that Taehyung had been silently pumping his dick to an orgasm. His pathetic cock which is unbelievably hard right now; betraying the essence of his sorrow and agitation.
Hazy, his head lolls.
Jeongguk pulls him in for a hug, making the male rest his head over his shoulder. "I love you, Hoseok." He moans out his confession.
But Hoseok is far too gone to reply or to even process it.
"I've loved you ever since you walked into our class on our first day at college."
Taehyung snickers at his friend for being so cliché. "What great timing to express your love, Jeongguk-ah." He feels a twitch in his hand and he knows it when he feels it. "Fuck, I think he's about to come."
Hoseok stays silent.
This fucker knows his body more than he should.
They fuck into him silently after that; focussing on their own pleasure now. Only the sound of their grunts and curses are heard in the room, the musky smell of their bodies mingled in the air.
"Fuck, Taehyung." Jeongguk calls. "I won't last any longer than a minute."
The said male just nods, his hand moving faster than before; wanting to milk Hoseok out before their highs. His teeth sink into Hoseok's shoulder, leaving behind the prints of his teeth on the skin. He uses his free hand to now play with Hoseok's nipples, one after the other; while Jeongguk's hands are busy with making the man between them ride their cocks.
At one particularly deeper and harder thrust, Hoseok ejaculates, feeling shameful. Instinctively, he hugs tighter.
The whites of his release stick to Taehyung's hand and Jeongguk's torso.
Anticipating his release, Taehyung follows close behind. He cums hard in the heat of Hoseok's muscles after which he stays still. He doesn't move his cock out. Not until Jeongguk is done with him. He licks his fingers clean before resting his weight on the mattress with the support of his hands. Just observing.
He could see the bits of his own cum coating the length of Jeongguk's dick and he thrusted in and out. Something in him moves. He finds that sight too hot. God if he wishes the camera was in his arms length just so he could record it as well as he's seeing it.
For his own guilty pleasure.
"Ah, hah—" Jeongguk puffs out his breath, taking Taehyung out of his reverie. "You're so fuckin' hot. I'm gonna cum right now!"
And he does.
He paints Hoseok's walls with his fluid, but there is no movement from the said male.
He takes a moment to collect himself. And then he grabs Hoseok by his shoulders to get him off of him. He supports his weight using his hands because it doesn't look like Hoseok could do that for himself.
Their eyes meet.
Hoseok isn't out yet, he's still very much conscious. Very much coherent.
But his pupils are constricted, his eyes half open. His lips are swollen and bruised and parted; a clot of blood is already there at the site where Jeongguk bit him off. His cheeks damp because of tears and so is his forehead due to the sweat. His neck, collar bones, chest — all marked up like an art in itself. Skin flush and hot.
His head lolls back due to the exhaustion — so close to passing out, but his body is stiff thanks to Jeongguk's hold.
Jeongguk hugs him again.
Skin on skin. Sweaty and hot.
Taehyung discards himself from the heat then, heaving out a big sigh of contentment. He stands on his legs and stretches out his limbs a bit before walking towards the device that's been recording them.
He leans down, makes an eye contact with its lens and winks with a lopsided smile, before taking it in his hands and directing it towards the other two males present on the bed.
And by the time he does that, Jeongguk lays Hoseok on the bed, on his back while still connected through his penis.
Just on time.
Taehyung sees the tattooed male separate Hoseok's limbs widely and rushes to film the segment when he would take his dick out of Hoseok.
And when he does, it gushes.
Their white liquids, meshed together, run out of Hoseok in bits.
Then, he holds the camera above Hoseok's blissed out face. "How are you feeling right now, Hoseok?" He questions.
And it is at that moment Hoseok realises that he has been secretly filmed. All the fucking time.
His eyes dilate at the sudden awareness.
He tries to snatch the device with his bound hands. Wanting nothing more than to destroy it to pieces.
Which is easily dodged. "Nuh-ah-ah, baby boy." Taehyung says in a singsong manner. "Not so easy."
Then he moves away and films Hoseok fully, entirely. The aftermath of their session. His face, his chest, his abdomen, his pelvis, marked up skin everywhere. His neatly trimmed pubes, his limp dick, and his twitching and leaking and inflamed hole. Every part of him on display is being reeled easily.
Hoseok vainly tries to cover himself up by turning into a ball. A cry leaves his lips. "I trusted you…" he whispers, loud enough for the other two males to hear. "I trusted you and you…" He gulps down his own words, not knowing what to say. He also wants to blame Jeongguk as well, and throw some insults at him. But what's the point of doing it when his own boyfriend stabbed him in the back in the most depraved way possible.
"Aw, and what are you gonna do about it?"
Jeongguk snorts at his reply.
Hoseok closes his eyes and lets his tears fall freely, silently.
"No, but seriously, Hoseok." Jeongguk mumbles, moving his used body enough so that he's facing him. "What are you gonna do about it? Report us to the police?"
Hoseok doesn't open his eyes. Instead, gets back into the same fetal position and covers his face using his palms; wishing nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare. And when he does that, the faint clink of the little chain connecting the cuffs is now audible in the quiet room — serving as a reminder that this is the reality and he needs to accept it.
The familiar whir of the camera lens closing is heard after a minute, followed by a soft snap of its screen. And he knows by the sound of it that Taehyung is packing his stuff.
"Yes, I will." He replies slowly, bravely.
With raised brows, Jeongguk and Taehyung share a look, their faces emitting a surprise. Not faltering at the sentence at all.
"Come on, Hoseok." Jeongguk says, tapping his ass lightly with his inked arm. "You're smarter than this." He locates the reddened hole with no hassle and inserts two of his fingers in it with an easy glide, making Hoseok flinch. When he starts the push and pull of his fingers, he could see them being coated with their cum.
Hoseok tries to get away; make the intruding hand leave his body but he could only do so much with his tied hands.
"You know we got this video of yours." He begins scissoring, making Hoseok moan; not in pleasure but in soreness. "And you don't want us to send it to your friends or family, do you?" He turns to Taehyung. "Or even better! We can also send it to his colleagues and his juniors."
The threat hangs heavy in the air. And his advances continue.
"They're gonna find him alone and fuck him to their heart's content, won't they?" He presses. "Because he's just that pretty. Just that deserving. Everybody would want a bite of him." Now he's just talking because no way would he allow anybody on the planet to touch even a single hair of Hoseok.
Only he and Taehyung have the right.
To touch, kiss, mark and fuck.
"You're gonna start again?" Taehyung asks instead of adding anything to his Jeongguk's thoughts because he knows the said male would never let it happen. "I packed everything away."
"It's alright, we'll have plenty of other chances to film him." He replies with a wicked smile; loving the sense of wet muscles around his fingers. "Won't we, Hoseok? You're gonna be our perfect little doll and do as you're told, aren't you?"
Hoseok doesn't reply. Only cries silent tears.
It's a lot to process — the deception, the abuse, the pain, and now the aftermath. He doesn't want to imagine what the future holds for him.
Is there really no escape?
No, he must get away with it.
But will he be able to, is the question.
end.