bout damn time, right? I had to make this perfect, so sorry it took so long~

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( He wanted the man closer to him; he wanted to have more of Daehyun. And Daehyun was more than happy to oblige. )

A one shot/drabble that was suddenly inspired as my itunes played on shuffle.

( And if Junhong got it his way-as he usually did,-he never would. )

This chapter was hardly planned or intended, but I thought it might fit well. And I can never pass up angst. Obviously, it's longer than the last, but not quite as long as the next two chapters--which are big and important ones, I promise you.

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Woot~ It's done and I'll tell you know before you get down tot he end, that this isn't the end. There will probably be a follow up one shot or something, but this could totally stand alone, so I'm not making any definite promises ( Read more... )

Well....here is the second installment. About twice the length of the first, but I got all that I wanted to get into this single one and the next will be the last.

Chapter contains explicit content like the last, but sexual content as well.

Italicized parts are flashbacks.

First part

( There was no way that he could let his go on for any longer. He simply couldn’t. He couldn’t when he was the one torturing Jongup and creating such scars on this otherwise perfect body, causing those tears to streak down that beautiful face, causing him to fear life as death seemed more prosperous. )

Gonna give a warning cause...uh, heterosexual smut stuff going on in this one here.

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( “Whatever.” Youngjae mumbled and laid down in bed, uncaring that he hadn’t eaten anything that day and it was too early for any sensible person to go to sleep. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. )