- Unexpected (3/3)
Fandom: Buhlockuh B
Pairing: {Zico/Kyung|ZiKyung}
Rating: R
Warnings: some bad touching and bad language
Summary: After another on of Jiho's 'adventures', Kyung - sick with a vicious cold - just wants to get home in one piece and relatively soon too. He shouldn't have trusted Jiho to take care of the transportation.
A/N: final part aw yeah. so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. my laptop broke and it was like the apocalypse for like a week but everything is (sort of) better now! what you all should be happy to know is that I can finally update LOL. I am so so sooo sorry for the wait. thanks for stopping by<333
To my eyes that sees everything to be dark, you’re the only one that shines brightly.
- BTD (Before the Dawn) | Infinite
JiHo heard Kyung’s cries before he actually saw him. He knew the sound well - he was ashamed to know it so well - the hitch to his voice and the muffled whimpers; it broke off pieces of his soul each time he heard it.
“No! Let me go! JiHo!” he heard Kyung sob. “Please, please, please, please JiHo!”
He almost fell to his knees at the tone of despair, his chest ached and throbbed with such a visceral pain that he realized that if he heard that tone ever coming out of Kyung’s mouth ever again, he would die. Each gasp of pain was digging a hole into his heart and he just wanted to stop and cry for himself. He pumped his legs past their limit and saw red. Never had he ever felt such rage and anger at another human being in his life.
“Taste so fucking sweet,” he heard the man groan out loud. “Can’t help myself, taste so fucking good.”
Kyung was sobbing and tearing pieces of his soul off with every plead for help, with every plead for rescue, with every plead for him. He was calling for him, he was asking JiHo to save him. JiHo had to save him. He broke out into a dead sprint dry dirt cracking noisily under his pounding feet. The man had a second to look at him before Jiho tackled him to to the ground with every single amount of force he had. The man’s shout was half formed in his throat and cut short as JiHo wrapped his arms around his thick neck and held on tightly, trying to daze and suffocate the man. The man was larger than he was and struggled frantically like a fish on a line. His legs kicked out and arms hit at his face but he didn’t let go, he couldn’t go, not now, knowing the fact that the fucker tried to fucking rape Kyung. He spat curses at JiHo and breathed hoarsely through his nose. Disgust ran through Jiho's spine and he resisted the urge to punch the male in the face until his face was a bloody mess and his fist was split open.
“Is that little whore yours?” he wheezed, no longer struggling. “Better watch out for ones like him. He’ll fuck anything that moves.”
The man chuckled and gasped feebly trying to get his taunts in before he passed out. Jiho held him steadfastly, hardening his heart and letting whatever the man would say wash over him. After a short while, the man stilled, slumping to the ground, out cold. JiHo dislodged his aching arms from the neck and dropped the man unceremoniously onto the ground. He spat at the figure in disgust and kicked him in the stomach for good measure as he got up. The sound of Kyung’s sniffles drew him away from the unconscious man on the ground.
“Shit,” he breathed, dropping to his knees in front of the sobbing boy. “Kyung, baby are you okay? Fuck, talk to me babe, talk to me.”
He cupped Kyung’s freezing cheeks in his hands, wiping away tears desperately trying to hold back his own. He fell back with an oof as Kyung clambered onto his lap, straddling his hips as he tucked his head into the crook of JiHo’s neck, crying fervently. JiHo held him, tucking Kyung’s head under his chin and kissing the top of his head when he felt Kyung shuddering and shaking.
Kyung hiccupped pitifully and wound his arms around JiHo’s neck. JiHo held him for what felt like hours, his legs started to go numb but he didn’t care and hugged him harder, whispering assurances and love.
“I’m so sorry Kyung, God. I’m so sorry. I’m not going to let anything happen to you again. Never again, I promise. Baby, I love you, please talk to me.”
“So fucking scared JiHo,” Kyung sobbed into his neck. “Thought I was never going to see you again.”
“God,” JiHo replied closing his eyes, tears burning behind his eyelids. “Never going to let you out of my sight again."
Kyung's face was a mottled mess of bruises and tears; Jiho felt the familiar burn of rage settle in the pit of his stomach. Kyung looked at him through his lashes but ducked his head back down when he saw the anger on Jiho's face.
"I'm sorry," Jiho breathed, resting his forehead against Kyung's. "God, Kyung. I don't know what to do or what to say to make this all better. Usually I can give you your favorite pillow and a cup of hot chocolate and cuddle you until you fall asleep and then carry you into bed but God, I don't kn-."
"Can you?" Kyung whispered, eyes squeezed shut. "I want to do that, can we do that please?"
Jiho gathered Kyung into his arms and hauled them both up. Kyung stood shakily and Jiho had to resist the urge to just sweep him off his feet and carry him. Jiho kissed him lightly on his damp cheek. Kyung looked up with a small smile. It wasn't alright, not even the least bit alright but in that moment Jiho knew that at least - in that tiny moment when Kyung's smile began and ended - everything was going to be alright.
Pairing: {Zico/Kyung|ZiKyung}
Rating: R
Warnings: some bad touching and bad language
Summary: After another on of Jiho's 'adventures', Kyung - sick with a vicious cold - just wants to get home in one piece and relatively soon too. He shouldn't have trusted Jiho to take care of the transportation.
A/N: final part aw yeah. so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. my laptop broke and it was like the apocalypse for like a week but everything is (sort of) better now! what you all should be happy to know is that I can finally update LOL. I am so so sooo sorry for the wait. thanks for stopping by<333
To my eyes that sees everything to be dark, you’re the only one that shines brightly.
- BTD (Before the Dawn) | Infinite
JiHo heard Kyung’s cries before he actually saw him. He knew the sound well - he was ashamed to know it so well - the hitch to his voice and the muffled whimpers; it broke off pieces of his soul each time he heard it.
“No! Let me go! JiHo!” he heard Kyung sob. “Please, please, please, please JiHo!”
He almost fell to his knees at the tone of despair, his chest ached and throbbed with such a visceral pain that he realized that if he heard that tone ever coming out of Kyung’s mouth ever again, he would die. Each gasp of pain was digging a hole into his heart and he just wanted to stop and cry for himself. He pumped his legs past their limit and saw red. Never had he ever felt such rage and anger at another human being in his life.
“Taste so fucking sweet,” he heard the man groan out loud. “Can’t help myself, taste so fucking good.”
Kyung was sobbing and tearing pieces of his soul off with every plead for help, with every plead for rescue, with every plead for him. He was calling for him, he was asking JiHo to save him. JiHo had to save him. He broke out into a dead sprint dry dirt cracking noisily under his pounding feet. The man had a second to look at him before Jiho tackled him to to the ground with every single amount of force he had. The man’s shout was half formed in his throat and cut short as JiHo wrapped his arms around his thick neck and held on tightly, trying to daze and suffocate the man. The man was larger than he was and struggled frantically like a fish on a line. His legs kicked out and arms hit at his face but he didn’t let go, he couldn’t go, not now, knowing the fact that the fucker tried to fucking rape Kyung. He spat curses at JiHo and breathed hoarsely through his nose. Disgust ran through Jiho's spine and he resisted the urge to punch the male in the face until his face was a bloody mess and his fist was split open.
“Is that little whore yours?” he wheezed, no longer struggling. “Better watch out for ones like him. He’ll fuck anything that moves.”
The man chuckled and gasped feebly trying to get his taunts in before he passed out. Jiho held him steadfastly, hardening his heart and letting whatever the man would say wash over him. After a short while, the man stilled, slumping to the ground, out cold. JiHo dislodged his aching arms from the neck and dropped the man unceremoniously onto the ground. He spat at the figure in disgust and kicked him in the stomach for good measure as he got up. The sound of Kyung’s sniffles drew him away from the unconscious man on the ground.
“Shit,” he breathed, dropping to his knees in front of the sobbing boy. “Kyung, baby are you okay? Fuck, talk to me babe, talk to me.”
He cupped Kyung’s freezing cheeks in his hands, wiping away tears desperately trying to hold back his own. He fell back with an oof as Kyung clambered onto his lap, straddling his hips as he tucked his head into the crook of JiHo’s neck, crying fervently. JiHo held him, tucking Kyung’s head under his chin and kissing the top of his head when he felt Kyung shuddering and shaking.
Kyung hiccupped pitifully and wound his arms around JiHo’s neck. JiHo held him for what felt like hours, his legs started to go numb but he didn’t care and hugged him harder, whispering assurances and love.
“I’m so sorry Kyung, God. I’m so sorry. I’m not going to let anything happen to you again. Never again, I promise. Baby, I love you, please talk to me.”
“So fucking scared JiHo,” Kyung sobbed into his neck. “Thought I was never going to see you again.”
“God,” JiHo replied closing his eyes, tears burning behind his eyelids. “Never going to let you out of my sight again."
Kyung's face was a mottled mess of bruises and tears; Jiho felt the familiar burn of rage settle in the pit of his stomach. Kyung looked at him through his lashes but ducked his head back down when he saw the anger on Jiho's face.
"I'm sorry," Jiho breathed, resting his forehead against Kyung's. "God, Kyung. I don't know what to do or what to say to make this all better. Usually I can give you your favorite pillow and a cup of hot chocolate and cuddle you until you fall asleep and then carry you into bed but God, I don't kn-."
"Can you?" Kyung whispered, eyes squeezed shut. "I want to do that, can we do that please?"
Jiho gathered Kyung into his arms and hauled them both up. Kyung stood shakily and Jiho had to resist the urge to just sweep him off his feet and carry him. Jiho kissed him lightly on his damp cheek. Kyung looked up with a small smile. It wasn't alright, not even the least bit alright but in that moment Jiho knew that at least - in that tiny moment when Kyung's smile began and ended - everything was going to be alright.