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Title: Second Chances (end)
pairings: yewook,
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: i won nothing and no one.
genre: AU
summary: Ryeowook dies and becomes a guardian angel for a very undeserving being.(sorry my summaries are lame)
Jongwoon looked down at Ryeowook who was sleeping peacefully, undisturbed by Teukie leaving the room. The moonlight is what illuminated the young angel’s face, making his pale skin glow and dark hair glisten.
“Wookie,” Jongwoon whispered, shaking the other man slightly.
“Errmm.” Ryeowook groaned trying to roll over but eh 3ft limit did not allow him to. His eyes fluttered open confused forgetting for a second what he was, then letting out a heavy sigh and closing his eyes again. Jongwoon just watched him for a second, wondering what a saddening thing it would be to wake up everyday just to remember you died.
“Wookie,” Jongwoon repeated, this time just stroking Ryeowook’s thin hair.
“What did you just call me?” Ryeowook sat up stretching.
“Wookie?” Jongwoon offered.
“Yeah, that. Don’t say it again.” Ryeowook leaned back on his hands.
“Why? I think it’s a cute nickname for my angel.” Jongwoon smirked pinching Ryeowook’s cheeks playfully, “Wookie.”
“I said don’t!” Ryeowook’s voice level rose as he slapped the other man’s hand away.
“S-sorry.” Jongwoon seemed at a loss for words, he had actually upset the other. Jongwoon’s eyes landed on some white stuff on Ryeowook’s arm. It reminded Jongwoon of the cruel act he had just finished a few hours prior. To be honest he didn’t like Teukie, he was just a pawn in his game. It was what he used to get back at Kangin, the leader of the other most powerful gang in Seoul.
“Hey, come with me.” Jongwoon spoke gently standing.
“Like I have a choice.” Ryeowook muttered, letting himself be pulled off the bed and down the hall. Jongwoon lead them into the familiar bathroom, where one of their earlier adventures had taken place.
Jongwoon lifted Ryeowook’s thin body and set him up on the counter. Before turning the cold water faucet on, letting the sound of the rushing water fill the awkward silence. Jongwoon opened a drawer and pulled out a wash cloth, before adjusting the temperature of the water so it was warmer.
He wet the wash cloth then scrubbed the white substance off of Ryeowook’s arm. As he did so flashes of Ryeowook’s upset and horrified face flashed through his mind. He remember how truly unhappy Ryeowook looked as he kissed Teukie. But the truth is, Jongwoon couldn’t even enjoy his sex with Teukie he was too busy thinking of Ryeowook.
“I’m very sorry about this…” Jongwoon couldn’t believe the sincere words coming out of this mouth, he usually always had something witty or sly to say.
“Thank you,” Ryeowook’s smooth voice made Jongwoon look up at his face. “Thank you for cleaning it off.”
“It never should have been put there, sleeping with him was a mistake.” Jongwoon muttered, knowing the trouble that incident would start. “You got some on your shirt, I’ll give you one of mine when we get back into my room.” Jongwoon slowly stripped Ryeowook of his dirtied shirt. Ryeowook shivered as his thin body was met by the chilly air.
“You can’t say it’s a mistake, you liked it.” Ryeowook frowned slightly obviously thinking of something.
“not really,” Jongwoon chuckled at his own silliness.
“Why not?” Jongwoon froze in the angel’s wide and innocent eyes.
“Because, he’s not as cute as you.” Jongwoon confessed. Ryeowook seemed frozen for a moment looking at him.
“Don’t start that, I’m not in the mood.” Ryeowook pushed Jongwoon’s head to the side.
“I’m serious.” Jongwoon wove his fingers into Ryeowook’s belt loops, before tugging him closer to the edge of the counter, closer to him. Ryeowook let out a gasp at the action. Jongwoon quickly captured Ryeowook’s thin lips within his own, Ryeowook resisted at first before giving into temptation.
Jongwoon’s tongue ran across Ryeowook’s body lip pleading for an entrance, he had missed the taste of the inside of the angel’s mouth. If something could taste like everything you were missing in life, that’s what Ryeowook tasted like to Jongwoon.
Ryeowook ran his hands lovingly through Jongwoon’s hair, liking the silky feeling. Ryeowook had never experienced love until now, or maybe it’s lust either way it was new.
Jongwoon’s hands began to trace Ryeowook’s naked back, his warm hands heating the all the cool skin he found there. Jongwoon could feel himself and Ryeowook beginning to melt in this kiss, this kiss that felt like completion. Ryeowook moaned into Jongwoon’s mouth as their tongues massaged each other.
Jongwoon felt Ryeowook jerk away, sooner than he had wanted too. “What’s wrong?” Jongwoon questioned letting his finger tips caress Ryeowook’s flushed face.
“This, us.” Ryeowook explained slipping off the counter and pushing Jongwoon the farthest away he could.
“I thought it felt right,” Jongwoon spoke more to himself.
“But it’s not! I’m an angel an A-N-G-E-L, I am not suppose to commit sins like lust or greed!” Ryeowook panicked. “What if I get sent to hell?”
“How are you greedy?”
“Wanting you all for myself,” Ryeowook muttered, “But it’s not worth it if I have to burn for eternity!”
“For one second just forget what’s different about us and focus on what’s the same, our feelings.” Jongwoon spoke calmly.
“What feelings? I have no feelings for you!” Ryeowook quickly turned away.
“Cut this shit out. And just fucking admit you liked me the moment you saw me! Because that’s when I started to like you. Forget about right and wrong and just think of me, if only just for tonight.” Jongwoon pleaded.
Jongwoon felt his stomach knot up as Ryeowook bit his lip in thought. “Okay.” Ryeowook’s voice came out a little hoarse. “Just tonight.”
“Thank you!” Jongwoon hugged Ryeowook close, kissing his face feverishly, afraid the sunlight would shine too soon. Their lips soon connected, bringing back that aura of happiness and contentment. Jongwoon picked Ryeowook up, carrying him back to the bedroom, making sure not to break the kiss.
Now that Ryeowook knew how Jongwoon felt, his touches seemed to burn themselves even more into his flesh. And make his heart swell even more. Ryeowook found himself clinging onto Jongwoon’s shirt as he laid him down on the bed.
Jongwoon slowly moved his lips from Ryeowook’s lips to his throat, letting his tongue taste the tender flesh there. He sucked on the flesh, until it turned pink, he moved on not wanting it to bruise, however he wanted to remember how Ryeowook tasted even long after this night was over. Jongwoon liked how Ryeowook squirmed underneath him with every kiss down his stomach. Each kiss was long, Jongwoon didn’t want to move quickly, didn’t want it to be over.
“Oh!” Ryeowook cried out in shock as Jongwoon dipped his tongue inside his bellybutton teasingly but then let out a moan as he grew used to the movement. Jongwoon bit a small area above Ryeowook’s pant line making him gasp and arch his back, showing he liked the attention.
Jongwoon slid down his lover’s pants, revealing the angel’s sign that he officially gave into temptation. Jongwoon took it slowly into his mouth, he began by licking Ryeowook’s shaft slowly.
“Jongwoon!” Ryeowook complained through half lidded eyes.
“Sorry my love.” The vibrations of Jongwoon made Ryeowook moan loudly. In no time Ryeowook’s back sunk back down on the bed as his seed shot out into Jongwoon’s mouth. Jongwoon licked his lips as he stared at his lover in complete bliss.
“That’s pay back for getting Teukie on my arm.” Ryeowook smiled slightly, talking about the white that had filled Jongwoon’s mouth until he swallowed it.
“Oh look someone’s got a sense of humor now.” Jongwoon smiled placing a delicate kiss on the inside of Ryeowook’s thigh.
“Take me~” Ryeowook whispered, sitting up to capture Jongwoon’s lips. “Be my first~”
“Are you sure?” Jongwoon questioned as the gentle kiss came to an end.
“I’m positive.” Ryeowook nuzzled his head against Jongwoon’s hair.
“Let me prep you.” Jongwoon spoke lovingly, “I don’t want to hurt you.” He held his fingers out in front of Ryeowook to suck on, which he did.
“Are you ready?” Jongwoon asked searching Ryeowook’s eyes for any kind of doubt.
“Mmhmm.” Ryeowook nodded, closing his eyes as the first finger went in.
“Remember to breath.” Jongwoon instructed, as he noticed Ryeowook’s lips pursed together. “We can stop if you are hurting.” Jongwoon’s words dripped with concern.
“I’m fine, add another.” Ryeowook ordered and Jongwoon followed. After a little while Jongwoon added a third finger.
“Okay, now.” Ryeowook breathed, after he finally got used to the fingers inside him.
“Are you sure?” Jongwoon held Ryeowook’s face.
“Yes, for the thousandth time.” Ryeowook quickly kissed Jongwoon’s mouth. Jongwoon opened a drawer in his nightstand next to his bed, pulling out a bottle of lube. Squeezing the right amount into his hand before applying it to his hardened member.
“Let me know if I hurt you.” Jongwoon spoke before he pushed past Ryeowook’s entrance, using only slow and small thrusts for Ryeowook to get used to him inside him.
“Oh!” Ryeowook seemed surprised as a sudden jolt of pleasure shot through his body.
“Am I hurting you?” Jongwoon asked concerned.
“N-no, go f-faster!” Jongwoon did as told and began thrusting faster into Ryeowook, faster and harder. Ryeowook clenched the sheets between his fingers, as he called out his lovers name between pants.
“You feel so good!” Jongwoon moaned he got closer and closer to his peak.
“Jongwoon~” Ryeowook moaned, just as him and Jongwoon came, possibly ruining the silky red sheets. Jongwoon laid next to Ryeowook still trying to catch his breath.
“Thank you.” Jongwoon leaned over Ryeowook, placing a simple kiss to his lips. “I love you.” He rested his forehead against Ryeowook’s. “Did I hurt you?” Jongwoon quickly asked when Ryeowook didn’t reply.
“Far from it actually.” Ryeowook pouted.
“And that’s a bad thing?” Jongwoon questioned.
“Yes, because now it just makes it harder to end this.” Ryeowook whispered.
“Then don’t.”
“We both know it has to end.” Ryeowook kissed Jongwoon’s lips gently. “But know this, for this night I loved you.” Jongwoon let out a sigh forgetting all the worries tomorrow would bring as he just quietly held Ryeowook in his arms.
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A loud scream woke Jongwoon up the next morning, not the sun shining on his eyes, not the early morning heat, no a loud terrified scream. He shot up in bed and quickly turned to his last night lover. He was surprised at how Ryeowook, trashed underneath the blankets. He appeared to be writhing in pain. “No, please, don’t! Stop!” Ryeowook cried out turning his head quickly to the side while his arms tried to bat away an invisible assailant.
“Ryeowook, Ryeowook.” Jongwoon cried as he shook the slender man in his arms. He felt the boy go limp for a moment, the kicking and squirming stopped as his eyes opened.
“Jongwoon…” Ryeowook whispered before burying his head into the human’s chest, letting the tears flow down his thin face.
“Shh shh, everything is okay now. The nightmare is over.” Jongwoon stroked Ryeowook’s hair comfortingly.
“No, no it’s not!” Ryeowook continued to sob. “Everyday of this after life I am reminded of that day.”
“What day?” Jongwoon asked, wiping the flooding tears from Ryeowook’s face.
“Th-the day I-I…died!’ Ryeowook burst into more violent sobs, his whole body beginning to shake.
“Shh shh,” Jongwoon kissed the top of Ryeowook’s forehead as his hands ran up and down the angel’s arms trying to bring some peace to all this destruction.
“What happened that day.” Jongwoon finally asked after Ryeowook’s tears died down and his shaking was now at a minimum.
“People came to our house, I imagine to collect money. My dad was once a wealthy banker, but then he got caught up in gambling and didn’t have enough money, so he borrowed some from some wealthy appearing guy. But this guy was a crook.” Ryeowook wiped his own tears before continuing, “ He sent men to our house, to either collect the money or take what they want and kill my father. Well, that sure enough happened. They shot him in each wrist and made my mother watch as he bled out, they then shot her too, to stop her cries and pleas…”
“What happened to you?” Jongwoon asked as Ryeowook wiped away some more tears caused my thinking of his parents.
“Th-they took me into another room…” Ryeowook pursed his lips together to stop the wavering of his voice. “They took what they wanted, leaving me bloody. I didn’t fight them off either…” Tears pooled inside Ryeowook’s eyes lids. “I thought if I was a g-good boy they would let me l-live, I let them say d-derogatory things without even cursing at them. I thought if I obeyed they wouldn’t kill my m-mother, or that’s what they told me… B-but suddenly the desperate and begging pleas of my mother ended and that’s all I can remember, I… must have been shot.”
Jongwoon found his own body shaking, shaking from the anger of someone hurting this precious being like that. Jongwoon didn’t notice the few tears fall from his own eyes as he held the sobbing Ryeowook, knowing there was nothing he could say to make it end, to make things better.
A knock on his bedroom door snapped Jongwoon out of his daze, making him quickly wipe away his tears, he let go of Ryeowook knowing it look funny him holding an invisible person only he could see. “Yes? Come in.” Jongwoon called.
“Sir, umm that guy you shot in the knee, is still alive and in the hospital do you want me to send someone after him?” Kibum questioned, peaking in the door.
“Ummm… no. Don’t.” Jongwoon thought back to the look Ryeowook had gave him, when he shot the man, Ryeowook looked at him like he was a beast, a cruel monster. And Jongwoon never wanted Ryeowook to look at him the same.
“Say, Kibum..” Jongwoon stopped the younger man from exiting the door.
“Yes?”
“Do you remember a hit by any other gangs of a banker gone poor for gambling, borrowing money of some sort?” Jongwoon questioned.
“Yes, there was one last month don’t you remember?” Kibum raised an eyebrow, “You ordered the hit after all.”
Jongwoon’s face fell, he…was the reason Ryeowook was dead. Once Kibum left the room, Jongwoon’s felt his face grow hot from a slap.
“Y-You!” Ryeowook pointed a shaky finger. “You’re the reason I am here! The reason my mother and father are dead! The reason for all my suffering!” Ryeowook sunk to his knees, the tears burning his eyes.
“I..I.” Was all Jongwoon could manage. He tried to move to comfort the torn apart angel.
“Don’t come near me!” Ryeowook shoved Jongwoon down. “You really are a monster, no wonder no one ever wants to protect you! You don’t deserve it! You are a great pretender, being some gentle being after you murder innocent people for what? Pleasure? Does it give you pleasure to have your men rape people? Huh?” Ryeowook’s body shook with anger. “I should have let you get shot that day!”
“Wookie,” Jongwoon tried to open his mouth, tried to explain, but he didn’t have a good explanation. The though of killing the man of the angel he now loved.
“Shut up! My parents called me that!” Ryeowook covered his ears. “You know what I quit! There I quit you pushed me away like everyone else. You will die alone.” Ryeowook growled. “I quit!” he mumbled one last time. A bright light surrounding him.
“No, Ryeowook!” Jongwoon cried, “I-I love you please don’t-” And with in an instant Jongwoon was left alone. He crumpled to the floor in a crying mess, his life would now never be complete because of his own actions.
“Jongwoon, Jongwoon!” Kibum called shaking the elder man repeatedly trying to snap him out of his fit, “everything is okay, everything is okay.”
Jongwoon opened his eyes slowly, he looked around at Kibum’s worried face and the sheets he was still under. “Wh-what?” Jongwoon breathed hard, his mind swimming with confusion.
“I was wondering, do you want to call a hit on that banker you loaned money to? The one who gambles it away.” Kibum asked.
“B-banker, does he have family?” Jongwoon asked desperately.
“Umm yes a son and a wife, I believe.” Kibum answered.
“N-no hit! I will go talk to him. Just no hit!” Jongwoon rushed out of his room. Kibum following close behind. “Take me there now!”
“Shouldn’t you change, sir?” Kibum questioned.
“Ah, yes grab clothes now! I’ll change in the car.” Jongwoon ordered, the car ride that should have taken a few minutes felt as if it took days. Jongwoon found himself opening the car door before the car even came to a complete stop. He rushed up the stone path knocking hastily. Impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the door to open.
“Hello?’ Jongwoon froze at the sight. “May I help you?” The familiar angelic tone questioned, his wide eyes curious.
“Yes, I’m here to speak to your father, I’m Jongwoon. And your name is?” Jongwoon’s heart raced in anticipation.
“Ryeowook.” The younger man replied. Sometimes we are given second chances, chances to make things right and we should never miss out.
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sorry for terrible grammar with the many errors, but in all fairness i finished writing this after midnight. i hope the ending wasn't too confusing. so sorry about the TERRIBLE sex scene :( i'm not improving..
pairings: yewook,
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: i won nothing and no one.
genre: AU
summary: Ryeowook dies and becomes a guardian angel for a very undeserving being.(sorry my summaries are lame)
Jongwoon looked down at Ryeowook who was sleeping peacefully, undisturbed by Teukie leaving the room. The moonlight is what illuminated the young angel’s face, making his pale skin glow and dark hair glisten.
“Wookie,” Jongwoon whispered, shaking the other man slightly.
“Errmm.” Ryeowook groaned trying to roll over but eh 3ft limit did not allow him to. His eyes fluttered open confused forgetting for a second what he was, then letting out a heavy sigh and closing his eyes again. Jongwoon just watched him for a second, wondering what a saddening thing it would be to wake up everyday just to remember you died.
“Wookie,” Jongwoon repeated, this time just stroking Ryeowook’s thin hair.
“What did you just call me?” Ryeowook sat up stretching.
“Wookie?” Jongwoon offered.
“Yeah, that. Don’t say it again.” Ryeowook leaned back on his hands.
“Why? I think it’s a cute nickname for my angel.” Jongwoon smirked pinching Ryeowook’s cheeks playfully, “Wookie.”
“I said don’t!” Ryeowook’s voice level rose as he slapped the other man’s hand away.
“S-sorry.” Jongwoon seemed at a loss for words, he had actually upset the other. Jongwoon’s eyes landed on some white stuff on Ryeowook’s arm. It reminded Jongwoon of the cruel act he had just finished a few hours prior. To be honest he didn’t like Teukie, he was just a pawn in his game. It was what he used to get back at Kangin, the leader of the other most powerful gang in Seoul.
“Hey, come with me.” Jongwoon spoke gently standing.
“Like I have a choice.” Ryeowook muttered, letting himself be pulled off the bed and down the hall. Jongwoon lead them into the familiar bathroom, where one of their earlier adventures had taken place.
Jongwoon lifted Ryeowook’s thin body and set him up on the counter. Before turning the cold water faucet on, letting the sound of the rushing water fill the awkward silence. Jongwoon opened a drawer and pulled out a wash cloth, before adjusting the temperature of the water so it was warmer.
He wet the wash cloth then scrubbed the white substance off of Ryeowook’s arm. As he did so flashes of Ryeowook’s upset and horrified face flashed through his mind. He remember how truly unhappy Ryeowook looked as he kissed Teukie. But the truth is, Jongwoon couldn’t even enjoy his sex with Teukie he was too busy thinking of Ryeowook.
“I’m very sorry about this…” Jongwoon couldn’t believe the sincere words coming out of this mouth, he usually always had something witty or sly to say.
“Thank you,” Ryeowook’s smooth voice made Jongwoon look up at his face. “Thank you for cleaning it off.”
“It never should have been put there, sleeping with him was a mistake.” Jongwoon muttered, knowing the trouble that incident would start. “You got some on your shirt, I’ll give you one of mine when we get back into my room.” Jongwoon slowly stripped Ryeowook of his dirtied shirt. Ryeowook shivered as his thin body was met by the chilly air.
“You can’t say it’s a mistake, you liked it.” Ryeowook frowned slightly obviously thinking of something.
“not really,” Jongwoon chuckled at his own silliness.
“Why not?” Jongwoon froze in the angel’s wide and innocent eyes.
“Because, he’s not as cute as you.” Jongwoon confessed. Ryeowook seemed frozen for a moment looking at him.
“Don’t start that, I’m not in the mood.” Ryeowook pushed Jongwoon’s head to the side.
“I’m serious.” Jongwoon wove his fingers into Ryeowook’s belt loops, before tugging him closer to the edge of the counter, closer to him. Ryeowook let out a gasp at the action. Jongwoon quickly captured Ryeowook’s thin lips within his own, Ryeowook resisted at first before giving into temptation.
Jongwoon’s tongue ran across Ryeowook’s body lip pleading for an entrance, he had missed the taste of the inside of the angel’s mouth. If something could taste like everything you were missing in life, that’s what Ryeowook tasted like to Jongwoon.
Ryeowook ran his hands lovingly through Jongwoon’s hair, liking the silky feeling. Ryeowook had never experienced love until now, or maybe it’s lust either way it was new.
Jongwoon’s hands began to trace Ryeowook’s naked back, his warm hands heating the all the cool skin he found there. Jongwoon could feel himself and Ryeowook beginning to melt in this kiss, this kiss that felt like completion. Ryeowook moaned into Jongwoon’s mouth as their tongues massaged each other.
Jongwoon felt Ryeowook jerk away, sooner than he had wanted too. “What’s wrong?” Jongwoon questioned letting his finger tips caress Ryeowook’s flushed face.
“This, us.” Ryeowook explained slipping off the counter and pushing Jongwoon the farthest away he could.
“I thought it felt right,” Jongwoon spoke more to himself.
“But it’s not! I’m an angel an A-N-G-E-L, I am not suppose to commit sins like lust or greed!” Ryeowook panicked. “What if I get sent to hell?”
“How are you greedy?”
“Wanting you all for myself,” Ryeowook muttered, “But it’s not worth it if I have to burn for eternity!”
“For one second just forget what’s different about us and focus on what’s the same, our feelings.” Jongwoon spoke calmly.
“What feelings? I have no feelings for you!” Ryeowook quickly turned away.
“Cut this shit out. And just fucking admit you liked me the moment you saw me! Because that’s when I started to like you. Forget about right and wrong and just think of me, if only just for tonight.” Jongwoon pleaded.
Jongwoon felt his stomach knot up as Ryeowook bit his lip in thought. “Okay.” Ryeowook’s voice came out a little hoarse. “Just tonight.”
“Thank you!” Jongwoon hugged Ryeowook close, kissing his face feverishly, afraid the sunlight would shine too soon. Their lips soon connected, bringing back that aura of happiness and contentment. Jongwoon picked Ryeowook up, carrying him back to the bedroom, making sure not to break the kiss.
Now that Ryeowook knew how Jongwoon felt, his touches seemed to burn themselves even more into his flesh. And make his heart swell even more. Ryeowook found himself clinging onto Jongwoon’s shirt as he laid him down on the bed.
Jongwoon slowly moved his lips from Ryeowook’s lips to his throat, letting his tongue taste the tender flesh there. He sucked on the flesh, until it turned pink, he moved on not wanting it to bruise, however he wanted to remember how Ryeowook tasted even long after this night was over. Jongwoon liked how Ryeowook squirmed underneath him with every kiss down his stomach. Each kiss was long, Jongwoon didn’t want to move quickly, didn’t want it to be over.
“Oh!” Ryeowook cried out in shock as Jongwoon dipped his tongue inside his bellybutton teasingly but then let out a moan as he grew used to the movement. Jongwoon bit a small area above Ryeowook’s pant line making him gasp and arch his back, showing he liked the attention.
Jongwoon slid down his lover’s pants, revealing the angel’s sign that he officially gave into temptation. Jongwoon took it slowly into his mouth, he began by licking Ryeowook’s shaft slowly.
“Jongwoon!” Ryeowook complained through half lidded eyes.
“Sorry my love.” The vibrations of Jongwoon made Ryeowook moan loudly. In no time Ryeowook’s back sunk back down on the bed as his seed shot out into Jongwoon’s mouth. Jongwoon licked his lips as he stared at his lover in complete bliss.
“That’s pay back for getting Teukie on my arm.” Ryeowook smiled slightly, talking about the white that had filled Jongwoon’s mouth until he swallowed it.
“Oh look someone’s got a sense of humor now.” Jongwoon smiled placing a delicate kiss on the inside of Ryeowook’s thigh.
“Take me~” Ryeowook whispered, sitting up to capture Jongwoon’s lips. “Be my first~”
“Are you sure?” Jongwoon questioned as the gentle kiss came to an end.
“I’m positive.” Ryeowook nuzzled his head against Jongwoon’s hair.
“Let me prep you.” Jongwoon spoke lovingly, “I don’t want to hurt you.” He held his fingers out in front of Ryeowook to suck on, which he did.
“Are you ready?” Jongwoon asked searching Ryeowook’s eyes for any kind of doubt.
“Mmhmm.” Ryeowook nodded, closing his eyes as the first finger went in.
“Remember to breath.” Jongwoon instructed, as he noticed Ryeowook’s lips pursed together. “We can stop if you are hurting.” Jongwoon’s words dripped with concern.
“I’m fine, add another.” Ryeowook ordered and Jongwoon followed. After a little while Jongwoon added a third finger.
“Okay, now.” Ryeowook breathed, after he finally got used to the fingers inside him.
“Are you sure?” Jongwoon held Ryeowook’s face.
“Yes, for the thousandth time.” Ryeowook quickly kissed Jongwoon’s mouth. Jongwoon opened a drawer in his nightstand next to his bed, pulling out a bottle of lube. Squeezing the right amount into his hand before applying it to his hardened member.
“Let me know if I hurt you.” Jongwoon spoke before he pushed past Ryeowook’s entrance, using only slow and small thrusts for Ryeowook to get used to him inside him.
“Oh!” Ryeowook seemed surprised as a sudden jolt of pleasure shot through his body.
“Am I hurting you?” Jongwoon asked concerned.
“N-no, go f-faster!” Jongwoon did as told and began thrusting faster into Ryeowook, faster and harder. Ryeowook clenched the sheets between his fingers, as he called out his lovers name between pants.
“You feel so good!” Jongwoon moaned he got closer and closer to his peak.
“Jongwoon~” Ryeowook moaned, just as him and Jongwoon came, possibly ruining the silky red sheets. Jongwoon laid next to Ryeowook still trying to catch his breath.
“Thank you.” Jongwoon leaned over Ryeowook, placing a simple kiss to his lips. “I love you.” He rested his forehead against Ryeowook’s. “Did I hurt you?” Jongwoon quickly asked when Ryeowook didn’t reply.
“Far from it actually.” Ryeowook pouted.
“And that’s a bad thing?” Jongwoon questioned.
“Yes, because now it just makes it harder to end this.” Ryeowook whispered.
“Then don’t.”
“We both know it has to end.” Ryeowook kissed Jongwoon’s lips gently. “But know this, for this night I loved you.” Jongwoon let out a sigh forgetting all the worries tomorrow would bring as he just quietly held Ryeowook in his arms.
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A loud scream woke Jongwoon up the next morning, not the sun shining on his eyes, not the early morning heat, no a loud terrified scream. He shot up in bed and quickly turned to his last night lover. He was surprised at how Ryeowook, trashed underneath the blankets. He appeared to be writhing in pain. “No, please, don’t! Stop!” Ryeowook cried out turning his head quickly to the side while his arms tried to bat away an invisible assailant.
“Ryeowook, Ryeowook.” Jongwoon cried as he shook the slender man in his arms. He felt the boy go limp for a moment, the kicking and squirming stopped as his eyes opened.
“Jongwoon…” Ryeowook whispered before burying his head into the human’s chest, letting the tears flow down his thin face.
“Shh shh, everything is okay now. The nightmare is over.” Jongwoon stroked Ryeowook’s hair comfortingly.
“No, no it’s not!” Ryeowook continued to sob. “Everyday of this after life I am reminded of that day.”
“What day?” Jongwoon asked, wiping the flooding tears from Ryeowook’s face.
“Th-the day I-I…died!’ Ryeowook burst into more violent sobs, his whole body beginning to shake.
“Shh shh,” Jongwoon kissed the top of Ryeowook’s forehead as his hands ran up and down the angel’s arms trying to bring some peace to all this destruction.
“What happened that day.” Jongwoon finally asked after Ryeowook’s tears died down and his shaking was now at a minimum.
“People came to our house, I imagine to collect money. My dad was once a wealthy banker, but then he got caught up in gambling and didn’t have enough money, so he borrowed some from some wealthy appearing guy. But this guy was a crook.” Ryeowook wiped his own tears before continuing, “ He sent men to our house, to either collect the money or take what they want and kill my father. Well, that sure enough happened. They shot him in each wrist and made my mother watch as he bled out, they then shot her too, to stop her cries and pleas…”
“What happened to you?” Jongwoon asked as Ryeowook wiped away some more tears caused my thinking of his parents.
“Th-they took me into another room…” Ryeowook pursed his lips together to stop the wavering of his voice. “They took what they wanted, leaving me bloody. I didn’t fight them off either…” Tears pooled inside Ryeowook’s eyes lids. “I thought if I was a g-good boy they would let me l-live, I let them say d-derogatory things without even cursing at them. I thought if I obeyed they wouldn’t kill my m-mother, or that’s what they told me… B-but suddenly the desperate and begging pleas of my mother ended and that’s all I can remember, I… must have been shot.”
Jongwoon found his own body shaking, shaking from the anger of someone hurting this precious being like that. Jongwoon didn’t notice the few tears fall from his own eyes as he held the sobbing Ryeowook, knowing there was nothing he could say to make it end, to make things better.
A knock on his bedroom door snapped Jongwoon out of his daze, making him quickly wipe away his tears, he let go of Ryeowook knowing it look funny him holding an invisible person only he could see. “Yes? Come in.” Jongwoon called.
“Sir, umm that guy you shot in the knee, is still alive and in the hospital do you want me to send someone after him?” Kibum questioned, peaking in the door.
“Ummm… no. Don’t.” Jongwoon thought back to the look Ryeowook had gave him, when he shot the man, Ryeowook looked at him like he was a beast, a cruel monster. And Jongwoon never wanted Ryeowook to look at him the same.
“Say, Kibum..” Jongwoon stopped the younger man from exiting the door.
“Yes?”
“Do you remember a hit by any other gangs of a banker gone poor for gambling, borrowing money of some sort?” Jongwoon questioned.
“Yes, there was one last month don’t you remember?” Kibum raised an eyebrow, “You ordered the hit after all.”
Jongwoon’s face fell, he…was the reason Ryeowook was dead. Once Kibum left the room, Jongwoon’s felt his face grow hot from a slap.
“Y-You!” Ryeowook pointed a shaky finger. “You’re the reason I am here! The reason my mother and father are dead! The reason for all my suffering!” Ryeowook sunk to his knees, the tears burning his eyes.
“I..I.” Was all Jongwoon could manage. He tried to move to comfort the torn apart angel.
“Don’t come near me!” Ryeowook shoved Jongwoon down. “You really are a monster, no wonder no one ever wants to protect you! You don’t deserve it! You are a great pretender, being some gentle being after you murder innocent people for what? Pleasure? Does it give you pleasure to have your men rape people? Huh?” Ryeowook’s body shook with anger. “I should have let you get shot that day!”
“Wookie,” Jongwoon tried to open his mouth, tried to explain, but he didn’t have a good explanation. The though of killing the man of the angel he now loved.
“Shut up! My parents called me that!” Ryeowook covered his ears. “You know what I quit! There I quit you pushed me away like everyone else. You will die alone.” Ryeowook growled. “I quit!” he mumbled one last time. A bright light surrounding him.
“No, Ryeowook!” Jongwoon cried, “I-I love you please don’t-” And with in an instant Jongwoon was left alone. He crumpled to the floor in a crying mess, his life would now never be complete because of his own actions.
“Jongwoon, Jongwoon!” Kibum called shaking the elder man repeatedly trying to snap him out of his fit, “everything is okay, everything is okay.”
Jongwoon opened his eyes slowly, he looked around at Kibum’s worried face and the sheets he was still under. “Wh-what?” Jongwoon breathed hard, his mind swimming with confusion.
“I was wondering, do you want to call a hit on that banker you loaned money to? The one who gambles it away.” Kibum asked.
“B-banker, does he have family?” Jongwoon asked desperately.
“Umm yes a son and a wife, I believe.” Kibum answered.
“N-no hit! I will go talk to him. Just no hit!” Jongwoon rushed out of his room. Kibum following close behind. “Take me there now!”
“Shouldn’t you change, sir?” Kibum questioned.
“Ah, yes grab clothes now! I’ll change in the car.” Jongwoon ordered, the car ride that should have taken a few minutes felt as if it took days. Jongwoon found himself opening the car door before the car even came to a complete stop. He rushed up the stone path knocking hastily. Impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the door to open.
“Hello?’ Jongwoon froze at the sight. “May I help you?” The familiar angelic tone questioned, his wide eyes curious.
“Yes, I’m here to speak to your father, I’m Jongwoon. And your name is?” Jongwoon’s heart raced in anticipation.
“Ryeowook.” The younger man replied. Sometimes we are given second chances, chances to make things right and we should never miss out.
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sorry for terrible grammar with the many errors, but in all fairness i finished writing this after midnight. i hope the ending wasn't too confusing. so sorry about the TERRIBLE sex scene :( i'm not improving..