ftisland: price of love (part 1)
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Price of love
jonghun/hongki; nc-17 ≈ 5000
He begins to remember, so his memory starts to retaliate and drag him back.
PART 1
It’s the twentieth of august, Jonghun idly noticed as he ripped another day from his cheap paper calendar. He stopped turning the pages with his lean fingers to read the wisdom behind the day; he just tossed it into the trash and walked away.
He rummaged through his cupboards, trying to find something edible. He noticed only three instant noodles bags and… nothing else. Jonghun swallowed his pride then and prepared a bag of the only seemingly available breakfast. It took less than five minutes to get the boiling noodles into a bowl and slurp it into his awaiting mouth. He grumbled as the hot stuff burnt his tongue. Great, there went his tasting buds for the next two hours. He dropped the dirty bowl into the sink and didn’t even bother rinsing it.
He got dressed quickly, a casual black t-shirt with short sleeves, a pair of khaki pants. He slipped into his shoes without bothering with socks, the sneakers snuggled his long feet anyways. He left the house as usual, at six am. Honestly, Jonghun didn’t know how he did it every day. It was six in the morning! How could he wake up perfectly at five am, dress, eat and leave exactly at six am to catch the damned bus? He had to be some sort of god. A smirk toppled his lips at the thought. So what if he scared two innocent twelve year olds with his face, he still looked dashing behind the long messy hair and unshaved face. The bus moves away and Jonghun just bears with the long ride until it stops.
Jonghun left the grunting vehicle at the third stop, right before the restaurant where he spent the rest of morning working. He slipped into the small building through the back door. He was greeted by the errands boy, a short boy with sun kissed tanned skin, short black hair that almost blinded his two pair of small brown eyes, Choi Minhwan was his name. Jonghun couldn’t quite make much of the boy’s words, because he was all excited over some video game. He liked the short fellow so Jonghun was nice enough to smile and nod along all at the right times. He was impressed with himself; no one could break a smile so bright like his before eleven o’clock on a Monday beside him. He remembered the first time he flashed it before his female fellow female workers, he could swear on his life that he saw cupid shooting an arrow into their hearts.
Minhwan had to run once he remembered his task and Jonghun waved goodbye. Well, Minhwan was quite energetic; some of his energy must have slipped through Jonghun’s sleepy defenses. His walk seemed lighter, as if he dragged his lips along a burning cigarette. However, Jonghun didn’t have a cigarette in a while, and thinking of that thin friend made his stomach grumble in need.
He got into his station, his hair tied in a low ponytail -though it didn’t help conceal his long front fringe so he tied the handkerchief around his head to hide away his brown curls. With that, his eyes were so obvious to anyone coming near him and that unnerved him so he made sure to slide the big fake glasses on the bridge of his nose. The shine of the clear glass reflected the bright sun, hence blinded anyone looking at his eyes. Perfect. He donned a black apron around his muscular hips. It didn’t really cover much of his thighs, but he didn’t bother arguing with Younha, the one responsible for the short aprons that already failed from protecting his thigh from getting burnt by hot tea spilled by a very careless customer. Jonghun remembered smiling and waving it off. His smile at that time was genuine because he saw the real remorse in the female’s big worried eyes. Younha insisted that the aprons were cute this way, with frilly designs on the rims. He argued with her then, there was no way he was wearing it when it looked like a freaking cross-dressing outfit so she made one especially for him, but he couldn’t convince her for his need for a long one so he got stuck with a plain black version of the girls’ apron.
The reason he thought so thoroughly about the apron so much must have been because he got caught up staring at his crotch. He didn’t feel like raising his eyes and meeting dozens of girls’ pairs of ogling eyes devouring him with their eyes. A bigger swarm of girls entered the restaurant and for an hour, more and more will be crowding them before school started for breakfast. A long sigh left his lips. He must prepare himself mentally for the insane school girls that will pester him like usual to know everything personal and very inappropriate about him.
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“Smiling won’t hurt, you know,” Younha’s voice broke Jonghun from his haze. He looked up from looking at the space between his feet and met her brown eyes. It must have been close to lunch time, Younha rarely appeared before noon. Her hair short and curled made her look five years younger. He gave her a shiny smile in response. Younha’s shoulders slumped. That kid will be the death of her.
“Table 23’s order is ready!” one of the chefs yelled and Jonghun hurried with his tray to pick up the hot plate of white cream pasta. Younha eyed the retrieving back. The messy curly hair in the ponytail, the dorky glasses, and the unshaven face they were all a disguise, hiding the boy behind them, but still. Anyone with eyes would notice the long muscular back; the wiry arms were vein-full and tan while his legs were strong and seemingly endless.
Nothing about Choi Jonghun was unattractive, except for the downright depressing gloom hovering over him. It seemed that everyone except him saw that side of him, the cloud of sadness pouring cold rain on top of his gorgeous black locks. He smiled a lot, but the endless beams of teeth and chapped lips never reached his eyes, he might think that they did, but they didn’t.
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The day ends quickly, Jonghun sees the sky. Actually, his days had been quite quick. He doesn’t put many thoughts into it but he can’t help but notice the grey sky changing to a dark black, shimmering few stars and the moon gazed down at him. He took off his apron long time ago; he combed his hair with his fingers and slipped off the glasses. His lazy eyes scanned the streets just in time for the clack of heels to reach him.
There she was; a 168 cm tall mass of long legs; honey thighs; long arms; delicate fingers; a long torso; generous breasts; and a round face. Her eyes smile at him, they practically glitter with the power of sun at two pm; hottest and brightest time of the day. Her lips curled around a full smile, her lipstick soft and attractive. Her cheeks are red though, because she hurried all the way here. He let a lazy smile tug his lips. She’s nice.
Jonghun pushed himself off the wall and she embraced him. Her breath is quick and she giddy, as if seeing his face had made her crappy day excellent.
Her hands wind up clutching Jonghun’s shirt as she reached up for a kiss. There wasn’t much of a height difference, and thankful for her high heels, all she had to do was tilt her head up and meet his full lips with her thin ones. The blush in her cheeks travel along her ears and down to her neck. Jonghun closed his eyes at that scene, his lips kissed her long before she is breathier than before, and she leaned back and broke the kiss.
Her honey brown hair rushes down her shoulders softly, it is curly and unruly but it only gave her face a more attractive look. Jonghun touched the soft locks with his fingers; they mesmerize him, so real, so natural. Jonghun bets she didn’t waste her money over beauty shops very often to get her hair this curly. She touched his face with her fingertips, sure and assuring him further with her gorgeous pair of dark brown eyes, rimmed with black eyeliner, lashes long with mascara. Her nails are long but clean and neat. Jonghun put another bet on her not wasting more money on nail art, or stupid nail polish or nail accessories or anything related to nails, but maybe a monthly manicure? He cocked his head to the side as he began to listen to her chatter.
She asked him about his day and he grunted in response; it’s the same day since he began working at the reasonably popular restaurant. They begin to walk away, her high heels not making the same ruckus as before -she isn’t running anymore after all. Being eighteen and young gave them a lot of time to spend on dating but the night didn’t drag itself for long, they went for a movie, some kisses here and there and he delivered her to the train station. She rode it after giving him one last departure kiss. It was breathy, and somehow desperate.
Every time they separate, they kiss like this, as if he was a bird that would fly from her grasp. She clutched to Jonghun’s shirt, hard enough to wrinkle it severely. Her lips fall apart and their tongues swirl in the same routine dance. A hum escapes his lips and she moaned softly; glad she could move Jonghun a little.
Jonghun gave her a smile at last, his hand waved idly as she enthusiastically promised to see him again next weekend. Her eyes bring him sadness because they are watery, as if she was losing precious time every time she left him when she shouldn’t, she will see him again and again and again until she gets bored and then she will leave.
With a sigh, he realized that. He can’t continue to fake humor, he can’t continue to fake interest, and with time, she will see that in him too, she will leave. She might break something, tear up and call him a cold person, but that isn’t something new. Jonghun has been called cold and frozen and even an ice prince before. Nothing fazed him.
The ride home is quick too. It seemed to him that time is in a hurry to be done with, as if it was in a marathon, a very competitive one, but Jonghun didn’t feel like running with time so he walked slower, unlocked his door slower, slid out of his shoes in snail speed and with the same speed he showered, put on his pajamas and slept like a baby.
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When talking about someone behind their backs, people joined but when telling compliments, they were silent and separated. Jonghun felt disgusted by them. Walking the streets next to him had meant him the world. He didn’t care for the whispers, or the glances, hot on their joined hands. His companion never seemed to care either, but Jonghun’s eyes caught the hurt in Hongki’s eyes quick, even if it was for a part of a second.
Hongki knew Jonghun knew of his own hurt but he didn’t bother commenting, not now when people compared and judged, and surely not when their private life got explained in detail for everyone in hushed whispers.
It was one person who saw them kiss, and soon, Hongki earned the title of the biggest slut while Jonghun was the poor young man that was charmed into the demon’s chambers.
It was sickening, but both boys felt the least need to set the rumors correct, after all, the two of them knew the truth behind their relationship, knew that it was Jonghun’s devilish smile the tied a very smart knot around Hongki’s ankles, connecting them through the most random moments.
They met once a spring day and since then, Hongki would find the black haired teenager tailing him, asking for his attention blatantly. Hongki was weak, as the words were reduced to touches, intense glares and finally, humid kisses. They didn’t advance for a long time, keeping it all pure and innocent, but the need augmented and soon, neither could deny.
Nothing could help the need, not the glares from classmates, disgrace fell upon them but it didn’t affect them, they’d sit together at lunch, eat peacefully -or not, their arguments were the most fun time of the day after all.
Hongki would kiss him in public, when his emotions bubble too wild and Jonghun would kiss him back, a hungry hum growing to a growl. They have been thrown out of places because of that before, but Jonghun would hurl Hongki against him and they’d run back to Jonghun’s place. The empty apartment welcomed them back with the warm couch and eventful TV. Stacks of food in his fridge because if Jonghun has no food, Jonghun would lose his mind, and Hongki didn’t like that one bit.
He knew him since such a long time, the boy liked his food three times a day and more if he’s that hungry. Sometimes, he’d settle for two meals a day and some of Hongki’s taste for dinner.
That lifestyle fitted them, they chased each other and they were good at it. Jonghun was comfortable, and so was Hongki, life fell into order perfectly. Through redundancy and normality, they were able to fulfill their life with joy.
And like all days of weekends, Hongki would stay over, a magazine in his hand and Jonghun glued by his side, supposedly watching TV, but all of his attention was wrapped around the deafening silence of no conversation. The house was quiet except for the TV humming softly before them.
I need to break the silent, Jonghun thought. He looked down at some second and noticed the flaring red accessory adorning Hongki’s index finger. He felt jealous of such accessory, being so close to his darling.
“Did you have to?” he questioned at last, exasperation apparent on his face, “they look so gross,” he added because Hongki didn’t seem to notice any of Jonghun’s hate for the overwhelming nail art.
“Do you have to be so mean the entire time? I like it!” he huffed, annoyed that Jonghun’s hateful words toward his nail art stood in the way of his reading time -Cosmo magazine sat in his lap peacefully.
Once the moment of silence was retrieved, Hongki went back to reading: “Ten tips to turn your summer nights into heavenly ones.” Jonghun’s eyes rested on the big bush of hair Hongki sported. His fingers ached to intertwine in them, pull the locks and just make the boy wince.
He smirked and did just what he wanted to do. Hongki growled in response but didn’t tear his eyes off the magazine. Jonghun took that as an indicator that Hongki didn’t mind. He swirled more curls in his fingers, quite impressed with their soft touch and full texture. But Jonghun knew that Hongki had straight hair so these weren’t natural. ‘How much did you spend on getting these curls done?’ he wanted to ask, he wanted another snap from Hongki, anything. He didn’t like the quiet, not when he was with the noisiest person in the world. That’s insane, the silence only proved as sign that Jonghun was a bore.
Jonghun stopped messing with the stuff, fell back into the couch, and rested his head on Hongki’s shoulder. He can smell the hair faintly also, he had a clear view of Hongki’s cleavage thanks to the large lemony green V neck sweater Hongki had on.
Naughtily, Jonghun began to slip his fingers inside Hongki’s t-shirt, straight from the top. Hongki grumbled something and yanked Jonghun’s hand from his t-shirt. Jonghun however seemed intent on seeing Hongki’s entire naked torso. He smiled as he began to lean dangerously onto Hongki. Hongki sensed the change of aura surrounding the darker haired boy’s actions but didn’t act against them.
One moment they sat perfectly fine but the other, Jonghun laid them horizontally on the couch, Hongki glared at him, but didn’t attempt to flip them over. He just fixed his angry gaze on Jonghun, who smirked. He leaned down and kissed Hongki full on the mouth. Their eyes fell close and every bit of anger slipped out of Hongki’s pores. A warm sensation broke under his skin and oozed to fill him to the core.
It felt hot; a hot suffocating blanket of pleasure and their heavy bodies. Their pressed-together position omitted good pressure, it dulled their bored minds.
An arm pulled him closer and Jonghun was in no mood to deny it so he let the man yank his heavy body on top. Their legs shuffled and Hongki smelled so sweet, he tried some new perfume, surely. Jonghun toppled him, his mouth open and hot on Hongki’s neck; he burrowed into the heat; smelling the indecent perfume; and gnawing at the soft fat he found under the scandalous top’s large opening.
In response, he got a knee shoved into his crotch; it would be almost painful if his clothes weren’t there to cushion the jerk. The low grunt from Hongki’s mouth rang into Jonghun’s ears; he was already intent on doing it in the living room so he omitted it by kissing Hongki. Soft lips fitted together perfectly, Hongki hummed. There was something about Jonghun’s wandering hands that made Hongki’s lower part spring into life quicker than planned. The fingers were sneaky; they pushed his top off his chest and began kneading his hard stomach. Hongki stifled a giggle, he was seriously ticklish. His heart doubled over when Jonghun’s mouth chuckled against his and he stopped touching his middle part, he continued higher.
Jonghun could hardly ignore the thundering of Hongki’s chest under his hands as he touched the boy’s chest, nothing but nakedness under his fingertips. When Hongki breathing got hectic, Jonghun was halfway pulling his own shirt off, too busy kissing as much skin as he wanted to let the boy wriggle out of his own pants. Jonghun would go kiss his stomach, and then leave to his neck. Jonghun was indecisive; he couldn’t think where to kiss more because every part of Hongki made his stomach burn and his boner leak.
Hongki had to hold back agonized moans as Jonghun tugged his earlobe into his mouth and sucked it. Hongki practically bit into the back of his hand to stop from whimpering at the heat boiling in his crotch. Jonghun stupidly kept kissing his neck, his cheeks, and finally got that hot mouth on his and Hongki’s eyes slid close, all blood darting towards his head, sending him on a ride of ecstasy. A slick tongue lapped his lower lip before it scooped it into the hot cavern and made Hongki send his back arching off the couch, a lengthy moan growing louder from his throat. Hongki needed to have his hand back at his mouth, but Jonghun made sure Hongki’s brain was scattered around as he grounded that sinful erection into Hongki’s hips. Hongki couldn’t think of anything but the excitement, how hot it felt and hot amazing it would be to just indulge in something so good instead of anything else. Spend the entire summer vacation kissing and making sweet, sweet -sickeningly sweet, love. He found purchase in Jonghun’s hair, too distracted to try and stop the loud moans from filling the quiet house.
The bubble of hotness kept on augmenting, so Hongki held tighter to Jonghun’s hair. Hongki’s fingers shook violently as the tips scraped Jonghun’s scalp. The soft hair in his hands, the hot lips on his mouth, and the arousal thrusting into his own hips lazily, they were all indicators of Jonghun’s teasing manner. Jonghun didn’t bother moving his lips much, a sense of laziness and assurance spilling from Jonghun’s mouth and into his own. He swallowed all of his pride and whimpered.
“What are you doing,” Hongki sounded sure, but he knew his face was a mess of emotions.
“I’m kissing your lips.”
“Not that,” Hongki whispered as Jonghun’s lips traveled down to his neck, his revealing t-shirt was long lost in the mess of clothes on the floor alongside Jonghun’s t-shirt and Hongki’s pants. His hands left Jonghun’s hair and trailed down the strong back.
Jonghun was built but that wasn’t what Hongki loved about him, Jonghun was handsome but that wasn’t what Hongki liked about him either. What he loved about Jonghun was the stupid happiness that sprung on Jonghun’s face when he’d buy him green tea flavored ice cream, when he’d go biking with him, when they’d sleep in the mornings of weekends, when Hongki would stay over at Jonghun’s deserted place and their quiet afternoons progressed to this. Hongki sprawled on his back and Jonghun pressing his erect cock to Hongki’s throbbing manhood, which made the stupid smile, look so much brighter on Jonghun’s face.
“You’re so beautiful.” Hongki’s face felt redder just by hearing the statement. “I feel like eating you up, all of you, hide you in my stomach to never digest.”
“That’s sickening.”
Hongki hid his blush in Jonghun’s shoulder but Jonghun pulled back and their messy limbs got tangled painlessly as he pulled him into a sitting position with him.
“Ugh, what do you think you’re doing? Idiotic…”
Hongki didn’t bother looking away from the sexy mouth, because even if he did, he won’t keep Jonghun from taking him into a rollercoaster of their silly love and throw him off his balance.
“I love you,” Jonghun’s eyes spoke before his lips moved. Hongki’s heart was currently in his stomach and all the butterflies he should feel were heavy, their flutter isn’t that comforting but dangerous. He grunted but his eyes melted with the confession. It hurt; looking at Jonghun’s dark eyes hurt him so bad.
“I love you too,” he replied. Not any sense of obligation, it was what he wanted and needed to say. He needed to make sure Jonghun knew what he feels for him just like how the boy made sure to use sickening confessions about Hongki’s beauty.
They sat there in the quiet; their three words lingered in the air, choked them until Jonghun moved up and pulled Hongki along. They resumed kissing, but it was lazier than before, Hongki swore he could come from the intensity of Jonghun’s kisses. Those lips were sinful, in each and every way possible. They were slow and quiet all the way to the bedroom but once reaching their destination, they moved frantically.
Jonghun was plastered with sweat and so was Hongki, the lights were out except for Jonghun’s cool lamp that immixed the white of their skin with the soft yellow bulb. The soft hisses as they breathe were the background music. Hongki had insisted they add some music but Jonghun pushed him onto the bed and stripped him out of his underwear too quickly to start the stereo.
Hongki wanted to nag but his lover ignored him, every part of him demanded ruthless love making all in a hurried burning manner. Hongki got sprawled on the mattress, occasionally gasping out a curse as Jonghun’s lethal mouth found a space of his body that he insisted on draping with fond kisses and hickeys. Hongki felt his entire body, inside out, getting the same level of love and adore. Tears choked him but he held it inside, blinking them once in a while in case the hot mouth lingering near his manhood caught his breath and his heart pumped blood too rapid into his brain and his body forgot to function silly tasks.
Jonghun teased, his own erection pressed too hard against his stomach but he didn’t care, he needed to deliver a very straightforward message. As he stared hard into Hongki’s dick, his mouth watered as the piece of flush bounced with Hongki’s jerks every time Jonghun touched him somewhere sensitive; the rear of his back; his hips; his stomach. Jonghun found satisfaction as he bruised Hongki’s waistline with severe kisses, pearl white teeth bit and Hongki gasped at the flood of animalistic rush of pleasure. Jonghun pierced his heart -literately- with crazed love.
Their pace was quick due to Jonghun’s growing impatience. He took his time kissing the madness into Hongki’s mind, but now, he couldn’t wait to be buried inside Hongki’s deliciousness of a body. He dressed himself in a condom and got back between Hongki’s welcoming limbs. The latter was panting as Jonghun’s ruthless kisses had stopped his mind from processing anything but the exhilaration coating his senses.
“Oh gosh,” Hongki gasped as Jonghun fit himself between Hongki’s thighs. His legs seemed too tight around Jonghun, so the latter pushed them open until Hongki was bared to him, and he didn’t care, he loved everything about that body. Jonghun leaned down to kiss Hongki again, smear the spit that oozed from their mouths together, taste the sweetness, and nibble at the softness of lips.
The fingers around his entrance were sneaky, much like their owner, and very skillful. Hongki didn’t have time to adjust from stinging throb to immediate slouchy pleasure now pooling in his stomach. He arched his back, meeting Jonghun’s fingers as they pressed and pressed, hard and fast inside him. Hongki could practically smell his arousal as it leaked to their sweaty figures.
“Ugh, harder, harder-” Hongki flaunted his vocals as he begged, all pride thrown since day one. Jonghun smiled against his forehead but Hongki didn’t need that, he needed those lips on his, he needed them to bruise him, break him beyond repair.
They got impatient; Hongki’s hips ached for Jonghun’s throbbing arousal. Yelps of “get it in me” echoed as those long three digits took their exit. Penetration was painful, to say the least. Hongki cursed and tried to wriggle Jonghun’s cock out of him but the latter insisted they go about it slowly. Hongki spat at him, “sadist,” his voice pained and angry. Jonghun ignored him; he coaxed his cock slowly, which gave Hongki’s ass enough time to wrap itself around the invading penis. Finally, Jonghun was buried in the depth of Hongki’s rear, touching his prostate in comforting pleasing waves.
Hongki was sure he had lost all senses then, all he felt was the warmth filling him to the core. He sighed as his back nestled deep in the mattress, Jonghun on top of him, burning his skin with his slick stomach against his. Somehow during penetration, and Hongki’s kicking and biting manner, Jonghun had to bury his face in Hongki’s neck, because the heat surrounding him made him weep from the insane pleasure. His arms supported him, so Jonghun was now able to leave the hot folds of Hongki’s fatty neck and he took a long look at Hongki’s lustful face. Hongki took a long jerky breath as Jonghun began to move, their eyes locked, a firm understanding built behind their staring orbs. It was slowly fastening, as if Jonghun’s entire existence didn’t spoil Hongki’s patience, he had to go so far and make him whimper for faster -harder thrusts.
A loud moan broke from Hongki’s mouth; Jonghun just broke him from the inside with his strong thrusts. The deeper they were the better they speared his prostate. His arms felt weak, but going at it Missionary position allowed him full access to Jonghun’s front so he kissed the sharp jaw every time Jonghun pinched a lustful thrust into his silly spots.
Their resolve broke; it recoiled in the pit of their stomachs, their hot arousal beating the fast and unstoppable beats. The redundant thrusts hit his pleasure correct, and within those moments of haze feelings, Hongki pinpointed one episode where Jonghun flung him into his stomach and resumed pounding into his body; a new angle, and a new fresh set of feelings. Pain was nowhere to spot; all Hongki saw was the white behind his shut lids. His hands felt like bleeding, he had fisted his long nails hard. Jonghun’s hands left marks on his hips previously, but now, they found his own and held them tight. Hongki burnt with the warmth that let their bodies shine with sweat, the warmth that opened a new door for desire break loose. Jonghun’s sprouting heat inside him didn’t last long- a whimper left his lips; Jonghun gently disengaged himself and rested himself on his side, Jonghun’s arm was weak but still firm in hoisting him up. Hongki sprawled his legs, they were tired, along the mattress, his arms knot in front of him, and they held his head a tad higher than the pillow’s level. Hongki saw the look Jonghun showered him with.
His dark haired lover stared, long and lovingly, his eyes skimmed along Hongki’s slippery back. His long fingered hand was soft in tracing all of Hongki’s curves, as if seeing for the first time, as if loving for the first time ever, as if his heart never beat a single beat before he had laid an eye on him. Hongki’s eyes were blurred by his emotions and he gasped for air. Jonghun was quick to embrace him, his back now burnt as it was glued to the mattress, Jonghun on top of him, hugging him until his heart felt like it would dysfunction at any second, until his breath fluttered. “I will…” his words were short, his breath successfully taken, but Hongki insisted on finishing his sentence, “love you. -I will love you.”
Jonghun’s dark eyes seemed so bright then, so loving, as if his love was a wave, crushing Hongki from the base, and building a new foundation, stronger, with the power of two. He shut his eyes, more than happy to let the glimmering tears engulf his hot face, they were a big cold but he noticed feebly that it was Jonghun’s tongue, trailing the hot tears that cooled his heart.
“Until the end of time,” his completion came late but Jonghun tied the words, memorized them, and held them captive, just in case one day during a heated argument, he would use them to turn the feisty man into a pile of jelly in the palm of his hands.
Hongki dozed quickly, sleep deprived as he was always so Jonghun was left to spend ten more minutes gazing at the sleeping beauty as if he were the most interesting thing ever created.
----tbc