14 ⟨ a kid's game ⟩
infinite, nc-15
myungyeol, drabble.
n; what. i get bored sometimes okay.
he was never one to follow rules. even if those rules had been quite clear. no attachment, no feelings involved, no one would know.
he had broken them all. he had never been one to follow rules.
first, he lied.
he ignored the way his stomach seemed to be floating inside of him and how his legs were about to give in. he just grinned, nodded, and he blindly threw himself into the riskiest game he'd ever played. it was also the most intoxicating and dangerous one, too. soon he wasn't able to say no.
second, he fell in love. myungsoo was just recklessly caring and funny and how could sungyeol not fall for him when he seems to be so atentive all of a sudden.
sungyeol realizes myungsoo had always been like that, except it was another set of eyes he was using; the eyes of a friend, an old friend and classmate. now he could only see myungsoo with the eyes of his fuck buddy, all too aware of his touches and smiles and knowing smirks.
he let himself fall deeper and deeper. he was free falling and he only spread his arms wide and let gravity loosen its grip around him.
he was being slammed against a wall, the light switch digging into the skin of his back, and as myungsoo's tongue traveled up and down his neck, in and out his ear, he couldn't help but absorb the warmth of myungsoo, his thin hands, his soft hair, his body smell. he took it all in, and he was already to deep to pick himself up.
myungsoo was trembling inside of his mouth, pulling sungyeol's hair and thrusting deeper into his throat. sungyeol desperately opened his eyes, teary and red brimmed, and saw them; purple and red marks scandalously decorating myungsoo's hips.
he felt something constrict inside of him; it could've been either be his heart or myungsoo's dick.
when they were done, myungsoo kissed his swollen lips until he was no longer sore, and smiled at him.
it was only then that sungyeol noticed he was no longer in for the game.
he was busy trying to cover up a couple of hickeys on his neck, smearing stolen make up on the purple shapes in his skin. he heard the door click and soon there was sungjong, standing under the door frame, incredulously staring at his reflection.
it was the look of pity in sungjong's eyes that made him realize how badly he had let himself fall apart.
he told him everything, about his high school crush on myungsoo, his trembling knees when they first kissed, and how he seemed to overlook the pain in his eyes everytime they climaxed together.
one day, myungsoo walked into his room and locked the door behind him. he was carrying that amused lopsided smile, and sungyeol could read along the lines of it.
he closed his magazine and sighed. myungsoo wordlessly straddled his hips on the bed and caressed his cheek.
"this is not how it works." sungyeol dared to say, wincing back as if myungsoo's hand was a knife. perhaps it was, albeit not so literally. "you're not supposed to act like i mean something to you while fucking someone else." he could tell he had taken myungsoo by surprise.
he, however, was not surprised by the fact that sungyeol had noticed about his other affairs but by the way sungyeol's eyes looked so hollow and hurt. he stood up and curled up his hands into fists, pressing them hard against his sides.
"who is it? your new fuck toy? or is this person actuallg important to you? does this person count as such, feelings and everything?"
"you said you wouldnt take this as something else." he said. sungyeol snorted, loud and bitter, and waited for any other accusation directed at him.
"you're such a douche, myungsoo." sungyeol spat when he saw myungsoo walk towards the door.
he was bad at playing games.
myungyeol, drabble.
n; what. i get bored sometimes okay.
he was never one to follow rules. even if those rules had been quite clear. no attachment, no feelings involved, no one would know.
he had broken them all. he had never been one to follow rules.
first, he lied.
he ignored the way his stomach seemed to be floating inside of him and how his legs were about to give in. he just grinned, nodded, and he blindly threw himself into the riskiest game he'd ever played. it was also the most intoxicating and dangerous one, too. soon he wasn't able to say no.
second, he fell in love. myungsoo was just recklessly caring and funny and how could sungyeol not fall for him when he seems to be so atentive all of a sudden.
sungyeol realizes myungsoo had always been like that, except it was another set of eyes he was using; the eyes of a friend, an old friend and classmate. now he could only see myungsoo with the eyes of his fuck buddy, all too aware of his touches and smiles and knowing smirks.
he let himself fall deeper and deeper. he was free falling and he only spread his arms wide and let gravity loosen its grip around him.
he was being slammed against a wall, the light switch digging into the skin of his back, and as myungsoo's tongue traveled up and down his neck, in and out his ear, he couldn't help but absorb the warmth of myungsoo, his thin hands, his soft hair, his body smell. he took it all in, and he was already to deep to pick himself up.
myungsoo was trembling inside of his mouth, pulling sungyeol's hair and thrusting deeper into his throat. sungyeol desperately opened his eyes, teary and red brimmed, and saw them; purple and red marks scandalously decorating myungsoo's hips.
he felt something constrict inside of him; it could've been either be his heart or myungsoo's dick.
when they were done, myungsoo kissed his swollen lips until he was no longer sore, and smiled at him.
it was only then that sungyeol noticed he was no longer in for the game.
he was busy trying to cover up a couple of hickeys on his neck, smearing stolen make up on the purple shapes in his skin. he heard the door click and soon there was sungjong, standing under the door frame, incredulously staring at his reflection.
it was the look of pity in sungjong's eyes that made him realize how badly he had let himself fall apart.
he told him everything, about his high school crush on myungsoo, his trembling knees when they first kissed, and how he seemed to overlook the pain in his eyes everytime they climaxed together.
one day, myungsoo walked into his room and locked the door behind him. he was carrying that amused lopsided smile, and sungyeol could read along the lines of it.
he closed his magazine and sighed. myungsoo wordlessly straddled his hips on the bed and caressed his cheek.
"this is not how it works." sungyeol dared to say, wincing back as if myungsoo's hand was a knife. perhaps it was, albeit not so literally. "you're not supposed to act like i mean something to you while fucking someone else." he could tell he had taken myungsoo by surprise.
he, however, was not surprised by the fact that sungyeol had noticed about his other affairs but by the way sungyeol's eyes looked so hollow and hurt. he stood up and curled up his hands into fists, pressing them hard against his sides.
"who is it? your new fuck toy? or is this person actuallg important to you? does this person count as such, feelings and everything?"
"you said you wouldnt take this as something else." he said. sungyeol snorted, loud and bitter, and waited for any other accusation directed at him.
"you're such a douche, myungsoo." sungyeol spat when he saw myungsoo walk towards the door.
he was bad at playing games.