Property [1/1]
Since he was just a little kid, his father always taught him not to spend money for things that are not worth it. But he also taught Dongwoon that if he really wants something so badly and it’s quite expensive, he should start saving for it, pick the best one, and use it until it’s broken or really outdated. Dongwoon’s father just don’t want him to feel that they can get anything so easily. Because if he did, he’d never appreciate what he got. They’re not poor, pretty much the upper class family, but his father wasn’t born from a rich family, he fought for it, and all his hard works paid off.
That’s why, Dongwoon was protective of his things. Call it properties.
When he was a child and addicted to the comic books, he remembered deciding not to spent his money on video games and saving them for comic books instead. When he was sixteen and he wanted iPod so badly, he stopped hanging with his friends so much that his money was safe and able to buy the one he really craved. When he was in college and due to his need of laptop, but he was having trouble deciding which one he wanted and needed the most between two brands, one was Japanese the other was fruit named. His friend, Yoseob almost strangled him because it’s been weeks since Dongwoon came back to the store, spending almost two hours of observing and asking the clerk, comparating the two (Yoseob was sure the clerk had almost strangled him either) but couldn’t decided for quite some time.
Simply because he wanted the best, and didn’t want to be disappointed because of rushing.
Yoseob could only sigh because being his friends since high school even though Dongwoon was younger, he knew his personality. Sometimes he was amazed how Dongwoon was still keeping his comic books, both old and new in a tidy rack and his gadgets were still smooth, not even one scratch. So unlike Yoseob.
In the end he got the fruit named brand laptop, feeling very satisfied with his choice and leaving a crying clerk, brimming with tears of joy. Dongwoon loved the laptop so much, he treated with care. Sometimes they teased him treating it like a lover.
Oh, and don’t ever mess with Dongwoon’s things. He could break your hand in two. Yoseob had begged Dongwoon once because he just wanted to play Cooking Mama on his Nintendo DS because his was lowbat and dying of boredom. Dongwoon didn’t even flinch to the puppy eyes. He made it clear that his properties were his. And his only. Sulking, Yoseob borrowed Junhyung’s PSP and hated Dongwoon for a day. But he could never stay mad at the maknae too long though. Their friendship was just too strong, it sometimes made Doojoon, Yoseob’s boyfriend jealous. Ah, why jealous to a man who date his laptop?
Besides, Dongwoon actually liked someone, but perhaps he thought human was like his things, needed to be observed before to be had. It was obvious as glass that Dongwoon had been staring at Kikwang dumbly whenever the male appeared and laughed with Hyunseung. He had been gaping unconciously whenever Kikwang smiled and thought of it as a beautiful sight. Doojoon even caught him blushing when Kikwang stumbled upon him, his face met Dongwoon’s chest and the taller one held him firmly in his arms, scared he would fall. It was a heartwarming scene, if Dongwoon didn’t let go of his hands so quickly when Kikwang regained his balance and walked away, leaving Kikwang stared longingly at him.
So when Dongwoon finally asked Kikwang out, Yoseob and Hyunseung almost died in happiness, mouthing Finally!! for like a thousand times that day, because Dongwoon was waiting for six months. And finally, that stupid maknae confessed. They peeked from the corner where the two lovebirds were standing in front of an empty class.
Kikwang looked nervous before nodding shyly. Dongwoon breathed in relief before smiling and leaned forward to give the shorter male his first kiss, as if to mark him quick.
Because Lee Kikwang is now Son Dongwoon’s property.
***
Dongwoon liked to label his things so that people would know that it’s his. Like a small sticker that said DW on his laptop. It got himself thinking that he should label Kikwang as his, too. Realizing a sticker would not stay that long on a human’s body, he decided to mark him. Yes, mark him. It started with a small hickey on Kikwang’s neck, making him had to wear a high collar shirt for a week. Then it spread to several spots and Dongwoon just had to mark him on his chest, near his sensitive spot. Kikwang blushed furiously remembering his loud moan at the touch.
They didn’t have sex yet, but those soft kisses and touches Dongwoon gave him were enough.
All of the people on their campus knew Kikwang was now Dongwoon’s boyfriend, and Kikwang’s fanboys quickly stay away from him. After all, who would want to mess with Son Dongwoon? Even in their dreams they wouldn’t dare. So they just continued their love by watching their beautiful Kikwang from afar with dreamy eyes. Dongwoon caught it. And he wasn’t pleased with it.
Dongwoon was starting to get possessive. And he was jealous, too jealous in fact, when Kikwang got too close to someone besides DooSeob and JunSeung. He started to limit Kikwang in every single thing, making the latter felt like he was trapped in a cage. Kikwang could only sigh whenever his boyfriend complained and telling him what to do and what not to do. He felt like a five year old getting lectured by his father. Yet, he said yes to every single thing Dongwoon complained.
So when Kikwang suddenly appeared late in campus, missing his first class, with an oversized T-shirt also in a large jeans and sneakers, Hyunseung’s jaw dropped and he muttered, “And I thought my boyfriend was the rapper.”
True, but even Junhyung didn’t wear his clothes that hip hop.
Yoseob didn’t even bother to hide his shock to his appearance as Kikwang bit his lip, embarassed. “Who are you and what have you done to my sexy Kwangie?”
Kikwang flinched at the word sexy. “Y-y-you thought I was sexy?”
“Well, almost everybody in this campus does,” Yoseob shrugged as he pointed Doojoon and Junhyung. “Not for them, though. So why the sudden change?”
Kikwang sighed as he sat beside Hyunseung with his palm on his face. “Dongwoon had been calling me this morning, asking me what I’m gonna wear. When I told him I was just gonna wear like what I’m usually wearing, he was so panic and he told me to change.”
Everyone was silent before Doojon broke it by saying,
“Wow.”
“I know, right? I mean...half of the clothes in my drawer were...tight...”
Kikwang blushed and hid his face behind his hands.
“Err...you mean...Dongwoon didn’t want you to wear them?”
“Yeah...I don’t know what’s wrong...I mean, nothing’s wrong, right?”
His four friends looked at each other before shaking their heads. They were definitely lying. Truth is, Kikwang was so sexy with his fine figure and abs thus his style, people were fussing over him. When he decided to date Dongwoon, he became unavailable and that made him looked sexier even more. You know how someone looks so freaking hot when they have a lover already. Lately, this had become the hottest thing to fuss over Kikwang. Dongwoon must have heard this, but his boyfriend, being the naive one, probably didn’t realize it.
If only Kikwang knew Dongwoon almost killed a guy when he was bitching about him.
Junhyung cleared his throat.
“Kikwang,” he said seriously. “I think it’s best for you.”
“Huee?”
“Yeah,” Yoseob nodded. “You know, I suddenly like Dongwoon so much. He’s such a nice boyfriend.”
“Ehh?”
“I envy you,” Hyunseung faked a pout.
“What?”
“Dongwoon is the best boyfriend ever,” Doojoon said.
Kikwang was left in confusion with his eyebrows furrowed at his friends’ behavior. He didn’t understand at all.
***
After a while, Kikwang gave in to Dongwoon’s requests. He stopped wearing tank tops, and reluctantly started wearing looser shirts. Whenever Kikwang wore a bit tighter T-shirt, even if it’s just a biiiit, Dongwoon would give him his hoodie, resulting in Kikwang sighing desperately asking him can he not wear it, but of course he lost under his boyfriend’s glare and obeyed. From clothing, it crept to social lives as well. He forbid Kikwang to go with his friends if he’s not around. Like that one time when Kikwang had to do some projects with his classmates but Dongwoon told him to wait for him, if he wanted to go. He couldn’t wait because he knew the projects had to be done as soon as possible and he ended up doing it anyway without Dongwoon. They fought after that.
Dongwoon started to ask him where he went, with whom, and what was his purpose. Even after he was leaving a mark below Kikwang’s belly button. Again, Kikwang blushed remembering when he gasped as Dongwoon’s soft lips touched near his (another) sensitive spot.
If Kikwang didn’t remember him being his boyfriend, he’d considered Dongwoon as a stalker.
He always obeyed Dongwoon, because deep down inside, he knew Dongwoon just wanted the best for him. Kikwang knew what Dongwoon asked was good for him, anyway. His friends respected his relationship with Dongwoon more and most importantly, people had stopped staring at his ass. But sometimes it’s just too much. Kikwang felt like he was trapped, tied, not being able to make friends except with DooSeob and JunSeung, when all he wanted to do was a bit fun, hang out or laugh with his friends, far from the word limit.
Kikwang was actually telling the truth when he said he needed to drop by the mall because he ran out of ink. On his way home, he went into the Starbucks, wanted to buy Dongwoon’s favourite when he met an old friend inside. He was so excited that he forgot his earlier purpose of entering the coffee shop and ended up sitting together on the couch, laughing at the old times. Kikwang even answered innocently when Dongwoon called him, asking him where he was, and several minutes later, a very jealous Dongwoon came in and dragged him out, leaving his friend gawking.
“You told me you were going to the mall,” Dongwoon said dangerously.
Kikwang shivered at the deep voice. “I-I did! Look, I got the ink...”
“You’re lying.”
“I-I’m not lying, Woonie...it’s the truth. He was just a friend...”
“You seemed too intimate with that friend of yours.”
“It doesn’t look like what you think...”
“I told you to wait, didn’t I? Why do you have to make everything complicated, Kikwang?”
Kikwang sighed in frustration and sank on his seat. He felt sad. “I’m sorry...” Even though he didn’t understand why Dongwoon was being very mad at him, he kept apologizing first. “I’m sorry, Wonnie...”
Dongwoon gripped the steer too tight, his knuckles went white. “You’re mine, Kikwang.”
Kikwang’s eyes widened at the sudden words. “Eh?”
“You’re mine. You know that, right?”
Dongwoon’s eyes were fixed on the road, but he could feel Kikwang was nervous hearing his question.
“You’re my property. No one should touch you. But even if they do, I left those marks on your body...they should know who you belong to.”
Kikwang fell silent. Blush crept on his cheeks and realization was dawning upon him. Now that explains why Dongwoon had been acting strange lately. He was feeling insecure... Kikwang considered him as his boyfriend, sure, but since he was never in a really serious relationship before, he never thought about being the other’s property... He let Dongwoon touched him, marking him, but it never occured to him before what it meant, he thought it was just...lust.
Was it love?
Clinging on to that thought, Kikwang let Dongwoon kissed him hungrily as they arrived as his apartment. He let his hands touched his body everywhere, sometimes Kikwang had to bite his insides to prevent himself from moaning.
Dongwoon started to undress him, something he had never done before. He usually marked Kikwang without taking off a single cloth. Kisses were still planted on his skin when Dongwoon threw his shirt somewhere on the room and tugged his jeans downwards. And Kikwang couldn’t help but letting a loud moan escaping his mouth when of all places, Dongwoon marked him on his inner thigh. His hand grabbed Dongwoon’s locks as the sucking nearly made him insane. The Arab prince had found another sensitive spot of his. Soon all the clothes were removed from his body, and for a moment Dongwoon stopped, stunned at the beauty figure underneath him. Kikwang blushed and looked away.
“Stop staring...”
“I can’t.”
“But I’m so embarassed, Wonnie...”
“Don’t be.”
Dongwoon leaned down and another heated kiss started. Kikwang shivered in pleasure when Dongwoon’s tongue met his, it made him hard to breathe. He whimpered softly when Dongwoon stopped the kiss and caressed his cheek lovingly.
“Kikwang.”
Kikwang only blinked, still not recovered from the beautiful kiss they shared.
“I’m not gonna let anyone else touch you ever again.”
Dongwoon’s hand traced south below the stomach, touching the most sensitive spot of his, and Kikwang gasped at the touch.
“I’m the only one who could touch you,” the taller male whispered. “Because you’re mine.”
Then Dongwoon rocked into Kikwang gently, kissing his pain as the latter moaned in pleasure, the taste of saliva and salty sweat exchanged in their mouths. Dongwoon held him tight as if not wanting to let go, and Kikwang desperately cling to him like he didn’t want Dongwoon to let him go. The feeling of addicted and attached were overwhelming, he even shed the tears, feeling unbearably happy.
Dongwoon could never feel more completed than anything in the world, when it was his name that Kikwang cried as they made love. It was just a soft moan at first, into muffled sounds because Dongwoon’s lips were always crashing his, and later into clear gasps between the kiss. When they were climaxed together, his name was cried out several times again, making Dongwoon felt so worshipped, and found himself be pulled into a tight embrace by Kikwang, earning soft sobs and I love yous. He kissed the lips softly, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. Their eyes locked, and he could only think of a sentence over and over again.
Oh God, how I love this person too much.
“Woonie...”
It was merely a whisper by Kikwang.
“I’m yours.”
Dongwoon’s lips curved into a smile. “Yes, you are.”
Kikwang smiled shyly and closed his eyes as Dongwoon leaned down and captured his lips once again.
Call it his property, call it whatever you want.
Lee Kikwang belongs to Son Dongwoon only.
End.
[Possession]