Silent Blood
Title: Silent Blood
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic use of excessive blood, violence
Notes: I had some pent up rage last night/today 8]
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With all the contained rage in his body he was surprised that the dorm building was still in tact. He didn’t even know what they were arguing about that this point - whether he had beat Jonghyun at a video game or maybe he had eaten the rest of the vocalists’ snack - but what he did know is that he was so pissed, he was seeing red.
In every shade.
Minho straightened to his full height as Jonghyun yelled, well more like spoke very loudly with that vein popping out in his neck, his eyes narrowed and a bit of a snarl on his lips. He couldn’t understand a word Jonghyun was saying. The edges of his vision were tinted black and as the anger boiled and bubbled in the pit of his stomach, spitting fire and acid into his veins, he finally caught a few words of what Jonghyun was spewing.
“… fucking bullshit, you always fucking do this, why can’t you just do something right for fuck’s sake!?”
If Jonghyun was going to say something else after that point, no one would know. Not the members, not the other occupants living in the building, not their manager, not their fans - no one in the world would know if Jonghyun was going to say something else to cap off that speech because Minho had effectively silenced the shorter man with a solid right hook, sending Jonghyun stumbling and crashing into the kitchen table.
Silence reigned and Jonghyun was half on the floor, half propped up on a chair with his elbow with wide eyes and blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth. Minho’s breathing was deep and even, his chest expanding and then constricting slightly as he stared down at the older man. Jonghyun picked himself up on shaky legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and it was similar to every other stupid mouth wipe that the vocalist did, but the difference was this time his sexy smile was obscured with blood-stained teeth and a rapidly swelling lip.
The pair stared each other down for a moment before Jonghyun let out a snarl and leapt at Minho, tackling him around the middle and sending them skidding on the hardwood floor past the couch. Minho’s elbows knocked against the hard surface but he kept his head up to avoid impact, as Jonghyun stayed over him and drew his fist back for a punch. There was no way Minho could avoid it in this position, not with Jonghyun’s hand fisted in his shirt, not with their close proximity and as soon as Jonghyun’s fist connected with his face it was like those angry flames were licking their way through Minho’s body, gaining control of him and getting ready to fling him around like a puppet.
Because he felt that punch.
He felt the way Jonghyun’s knuckles cracked against his jaw, he felt the shock wave rippling through Jonghyun’s shoulder, bicep, elbow, forearm, wrist and fingers and he felt the blood vessels in his skin break, he felt his cheek smash into his teeth and get all cut up, he felt the blood gush into his mouth and out of his parted lips.
He felt Jonghyun stiffen, like he couldn’t comprehend that he had just done that even though Minho had socked him in the face a moment before. He knew Jonghyun was instantly regretting what he did and even though Minho knew that, even though the rapper had the knowledge that Jonghyun was instantly regretful, the flames licking at the back of his skull were whispering horrible things to him, they were urging him on to do what his itching fingers were waiting to do.
Minho’s fingers reached up and clenched onto Jonghyun’s shirt, the collar of the material slowly getting soaked in blood, and the rapper turned his head to the side to spit out the collecting coagulated blood in his mouth onto the floor in a sticky mess. It clung to his lips and his chin and his teeth and the taste was flooding his mouth, metallic and coppery yet sweet at the same time.
He had the initial intention of punching Jonghyun again.
Instead he wondered: Did Jonghyun’s blood taste like his own?
Minho shifted his body weight and threw the smaller man onto his back, long legs and limbs climbing over Jonghyun as Minho used his knees to pin his thighs to the floor and his hands to pin his shoulders down as well. Decidedly uncomfortable for Jonghyun but as Minho looked down at him, some of his blood dripping onto Jonghyun’s shirt and mixing with his own, even dripping onto the column of his neck next to a trail of the vocalists’ blood, Minho shifted and leaned down, his tongue snaking out to lick wetly up Jonghyun’s throat.
Jonghyun stiffened beneath him and it was obviously a change in tactics but the raw animalistic intensity that was seeping through Minho’s veins was driving him wild, insane, he needed to do something and no matter how bad Jonghyun had pissed him off Minho didn’t really want to hurt him.
Well, hurt him too bad.
At least not so much that make-up couldn’t fix it.
Minho’s tongue licked that trail of blood all the way up to Jonghyun’s jaw and down to his chin before he hovered over the older man’s face, their eyes locking and Jonghyun looked scared shitless but curious at the same time because hey at least he was alive now right?
Before he could help himself Minho was pressing his lips to Jonghyun’s, all teeth and tongue and probably opening up freshly healed wounds with his rough treatment. Blood was still dripping between their mouths and perhaps they looked like a pair of vampires fresh from a feed with how their lips were stained, how their necks and chins were tainted and how their bodies were taut and tense, ready to spring at any given moment.
With their mouths connected he could feel Jonghyun’s heart beat, he could taste the pulsation on his own tongue and without warning his hips grinded down into the older man’s and the surprised howl that left those chapped, bloodied lips was just perfect, way better than any falsetto the vocalist tried to belt out. Greedy for more, Minho rolled his hips slowly against Jonghyun’s, swallowing the noises, stealing his breath and his heart beat and Jonghyun was under his control now, writhing and panting and trying to collect air through his nose into his starved lungs.
Teeth were still gnashing and Minho wasn’t being too nice about it but then again neither was Jonghyun. The others’s slightly jagged teeth were catching on the athlete’s lips and ripping them open, drawing more blood, the hard wood of the floor becoming stained a beautiful crimson that glittered in the low lamp light from the corner of the room. The top half of their shirts were saturated with the liquid and Minho broke their lip lock, it could hardly be called a kiss, to reach down and grab the collar of Jonghyun’s shirt with both hands, ripping the material completely in half.
Jonghyun’s eyes widened before they narrowed because he probably liked that shirt, even though it was now stained with blood, and he probably didn’t appreciate Minho ripping it to shreds. But Minho didn’t care because the blood had drenched the flawless skin beneath the shirt and Jonghyun’s flesh was tinged pink and dark red in some places, blood smeared over his chest and collar bone.
Minho’s fingers reached up and he smeared the blood like a crude painting over Jonghyun’s chest, circling his nipples and his sternum, drawing random jagged patterns before signing his name just below the right nipple. He smirked, proud of his work, satisfied in the way that Jonghyun’s chest was rising and falling so rapidly it looked as if he might go into cardiac arrest any moment, his eyes looking up at Minho, a hint of fear hidden behind dark clouds of lust.
Licking his lips Minho tasted their mingled blood and then dipped down, circling Jonghyun’s other nipple with his lips before dragging his teeth over it. His teeth pierced the flesh around the dark nub, drawing more blood, making Jonghyun gasp and hiss and arch up into him, clean fingers moving to try and grip onto Minho’s short hair.
Clean fingers… there was something wrong with that, Minho’s fingers and hands were dripping with blood practically, where it all came from unknown since their worst wounds were from their mouths and those were already slowing down with the bleeding. Minho growled against Jonghyun’s skin and the older man arched and moved his hands to Minho’s chest, grabbing at the greasy, grimy shirt to try and pull it off. It quickly met the same fate as Jonghyun’s shirt, the vocalist finally getting a good grip and ripping it in half.
Instead of it being discarded it was left hanging on Minho’s sturdy frame, billowing out as Jonghyun moved to attach his teeth and lips to Minho’s neck, abusing the flesh and obviously not caring if he left violent marks.
Well, if he wanted to play that way…
Minho pulled back from abusing the singers’ chest with his mouth and fisted his soft hair, dirtying it inevitably with his bloody hands as he ripped Jonghyun’s mouth away from his neck and brought it back to the floor, a thud signaling where skull met wood. Jonghyun didn’t look perturbed by that, though, as his eyes narrowed and the lust swirled and melted into black abyss and that is what Minho wanted, needed.
No words were uttered because what was there to be said that couldn’t be conveyed with their actions? Jonghyun kept his head down on the floor when Minho removed his hand and even lifted his hips when Minho worked on his pants; the athlete got the belt undone and un-looped from the pants and flipped Jonghyun over, sliding the leather around that beautiful neck and putting it through the buckle, creating a nice collar and leash around Jonghyun’s neck.
The vocalist was now on all fours, his head being forced back with a tug on the rope, lips parting in a snarl and releasing heavy breaths as Minho’s free hand worked to push the shorter man’s jeans down to his knees. Once he was successful with that he undid his own pants, hard cock springing forth and leaking with how fucking sexy Jonghyun looked like that - submissive and bloody and waiting for what was to happen.
Minho licked his lips again and let some slack in the leather belt to allow Jonghyun to rest on his forearms for a moment, before he spit into his hand. Saliva and blood was mixed in his mouth and as it dripped from his hand onto Jonghyun’s ass crack it left a pinkish trail down to the vocalists’ quivering hole and fuck this was beautiful.
Shuddering, Minho pulled Jonghyun’s ass cheeks apart and leaned down, his tongue following the slick trail down the crack to the puckered entrance, swirling around it. Jonghyun let out a strangled noise and Minho gave the belt a warning tug, the older man instantly shutting his mouth and hanging his head, panting as his skin started to heat up. Minho’s tongue swirled around the entrance a few times before it pushed inside in a quick stroke, tasting all of Jonghyun and the blood and the spit and it was a delicacy in its own right.
Slurping sounds filled the living room as Minho ate out the vocalist, Jonghyun’s hips quaking and legs shaking, and as much as Minho wanted to feel the man’s lips around his dick he’d much rather feel his blood. So he reached out and stuck his fingers into Jonghyun’s mouth and collected the remaining blood along with his spit and brought it back, slathering his dick. The warmth of the blood, the consistency of it sliding and slipping over his cock, staining it a bright red was just glorious and Minho fucked into his hand a few times before he aligned the tip of his cock to Jonghyun’s dripping hole, watching the pre-cum mix with the blood and saliva.
Still holding onto the end of the belt with his left hand he used the right to grip onto Jonghyun’s hip and in a solid push he was buried to the hilt, a splitting scream leaving the older man’s lips as his body threatened to give out. Minho set up a brutal pace, not giving Jonghyun time to react or adjust and he used his grip on the end of the belt to pull Jonghyun up, that beautiful s-line curving and arching upwards and backwards and the shorter man cried out, the new angle obviously proving to be worth it even as his body contorted slightly to give his neck some release and his lungs some air from the violent constriction. Minho grinned, his hips snapping forward and Jonghyun was crooning, begging with choked gasps and strained words that were distorted as soon as they hit the air.
He didn’t touch Jonghyun’s cock, he didn’t really stimulate the other man in any way besides from how his cock was ramming into his prostate and it seemed like that was all Jonghyun needed. Minho pulled Jonghyun up even more and he heard the singers’ breath stunt and heard his lungs squeeze for air and he released the belt, instead wrapping his arm around Jonghyun’s torso as his chest pressed against that sweet back.
“You’re so good,” Minho purred, licking the shell of Jonghyun’s ear, making the older man croon and whimper as he fucked back onto Minho’s cock.
It didn’t take long for the mess of blood and saliva to get messier, it didn’t take long for the testosterone to haul into overdrive, it didn’t take long for much and soon Jonghyun was coming undone, his release washing over his body and Minho could see every muscle twitching in that glorious back, in those flawless shoulders and he glanced down to see new blood from his sudden intrusion into Jonghyun’s ass dripping down those perfect thighs, staining his own legs and pelvis.
It was like that Minho came undone as well, shoving Jonghyun’s back and pushing his chest and face into the floor, ramming into the shorter man one more time before he released, his body trembling from the force and an animalistic growl leaving his throat as he did so. He pulled out just before he finished to watch the rest of his cum spurt out onto Jonghyun’s back, the rest that had been spilled inside the abused hole dripping out along with blood and spit and it was beautiful.
Jonghyun was thoroughly and irrefutably debauched and Minho had done it; Minho had snapped, he had taken this cocky man and made him his bitch and… if he was feeling nice maybe later he’d ask for round two.
As it were, Minho gave Jonghyun’s ass a smack before stood up and pulled off the rest of his ripped shirt, smirking down at Jonghyun who now lay sprawled on the floor, panting, a glazed expression in his eyes, blood covering almost every inch of his chest and the backs and insides of his thighs. He glanced over at Minho and Minho merely chuckled, leaving the room to go take a shower before the rest of the members came home.
After all, no one would know what Jonghyun was going to say to the rapper in that heated moment.
What they would know, is that Jonghyun didn’t say anything at all.
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic use of excessive blood, violence
Notes: I had some pent up rage last night/today 8]
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With all the contained rage in his body he was surprised that the dorm building was still in tact. He didn’t even know what they were arguing about that this point - whether he had beat Jonghyun at a video game or maybe he had eaten the rest of the vocalists’ snack - but what he did know is that he was so pissed, he was seeing red.
In every shade.
Minho straightened to his full height as Jonghyun yelled, well more like spoke very loudly with that vein popping out in his neck, his eyes narrowed and a bit of a snarl on his lips. He couldn’t understand a word Jonghyun was saying. The edges of his vision were tinted black and as the anger boiled and bubbled in the pit of his stomach, spitting fire and acid into his veins, he finally caught a few words of what Jonghyun was spewing.
“… fucking bullshit, you always fucking do this, why can’t you just do something right for fuck’s sake!?”
If Jonghyun was going to say something else after that point, no one would know. Not the members, not the other occupants living in the building, not their manager, not their fans - no one in the world would know if Jonghyun was going to say something else to cap off that speech because Minho had effectively silenced the shorter man with a solid right hook, sending Jonghyun stumbling and crashing into the kitchen table.
Silence reigned and Jonghyun was half on the floor, half propped up on a chair with his elbow with wide eyes and blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth. Minho’s breathing was deep and even, his chest expanding and then constricting slightly as he stared down at the older man. Jonghyun picked himself up on shaky legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and it was similar to every other stupid mouth wipe that the vocalist did, but the difference was this time his sexy smile was obscured with blood-stained teeth and a rapidly swelling lip.
The pair stared each other down for a moment before Jonghyun let out a snarl and leapt at Minho, tackling him around the middle and sending them skidding on the hardwood floor past the couch. Minho’s elbows knocked against the hard surface but he kept his head up to avoid impact, as Jonghyun stayed over him and drew his fist back for a punch. There was no way Minho could avoid it in this position, not with Jonghyun’s hand fisted in his shirt, not with their close proximity and as soon as Jonghyun’s fist connected with his face it was like those angry flames were licking their way through Minho’s body, gaining control of him and getting ready to fling him around like a puppet.
Because he felt that punch.
He felt the way Jonghyun’s knuckles cracked against his jaw, he felt the shock wave rippling through Jonghyun’s shoulder, bicep, elbow, forearm, wrist and fingers and he felt the blood vessels in his skin break, he felt his cheek smash into his teeth and get all cut up, he felt the blood gush into his mouth and out of his parted lips.
He felt Jonghyun stiffen, like he couldn’t comprehend that he had just done that even though Minho had socked him in the face a moment before. He knew Jonghyun was instantly regretting what he did and even though Minho knew that, even though the rapper had the knowledge that Jonghyun was instantly regretful, the flames licking at the back of his skull were whispering horrible things to him, they were urging him on to do what his itching fingers were waiting to do.
Minho’s fingers reached up and clenched onto Jonghyun’s shirt, the collar of the material slowly getting soaked in blood, and the rapper turned his head to the side to spit out the collecting coagulated blood in his mouth onto the floor in a sticky mess. It clung to his lips and his chin and his teeth and the taste was flooding his mouth, metallic and coppery yet sweet at the same time.
He had the initial intention of punching Jonghyun again.
Instead he wondered: Did Jonghyun’s blood taste like his own?
Minho shifted his body weight and threw the smaller man onto his back, long legs and limbs climbing over Jonghyun as Minho used his knees to pin his thighs to the floor and his hands to pin his shoulders down as well. Decidedly uncomfortable for Jonghyun but as Minho looked down at him, some of his blood dripping onto Jonghyun’s shirt and mixing with his own, even dripping onto the column of his neck next to a trail of the vocalists’ blood, Minho shifted and leaned down, his tongue snaking out to lick wetly up Jonghyun’s throat.
Jonghyun stiffened beneath him and it was obviously a change in tactics but the raw animalistic intensity that was seeping through Minho’s veins was driving him wild, insane, he needed to do something and no matter how bad Jonghyun had pissed him off Minho didn’t really want to hurt him.
Well, hurt him too bad.
At least not so much that make-up couldn’t fix it.
Minho’s tongue licked that trail of blood all the way up to Jonghyun’s jaw and down to his chin before he hovered over the older man’s face, their eyes locking and Jonghyun looked scared shitless but curious at the same time because hey at least he was alive now right?
Before he could help himself Minho was pressing his lips to Jonghyun’s, all teeth and tongue and probably opening up freshly healed wounds with his rough treatment. Blood was still dripping between their mouths and perhaps they looked like a pair of vampires fresh from a feed with how their lips were stained, how their necks and chins were tainted and how their bodies were taut and tense, ready to spring at any given moment.
With their mouths connected he could feel Jonghyun’s heart beat, he could taste the pulsation on his own tongue and without warning his hips grinded down into the older man’s and the surprised howl that left those chapped, bloodied lips was just perfect, way better than any falsetto the vocalist tried to belt out. Greedy for more, Minho rolled his hips slowly against Jonghyun’s, swallowing the noises, stealing his breath and his heart beat and Jonghyun was under his control now, writhing and panting and trying to collect air through his nose into his starved lungs.
Teeth were still gnashing and Minho wasn’t being too nice about it but then again neither was Jonghyun. The others’s slightly jagged teeth were catching on the athlete’s lips and ripping them open, drawing more blood, the hard wood of the floor becoming stained a beautiful crimson that glittered in the low lamp light from the corner of the room. The top half of their shirts were saturated with the liquid and Minho broke their lip lock, it could hardly be called a kiss, to reach down and grab the collar of Jonghyun’s shirt with both hands, ripping the material completely in half.
Jonghyun’s eyes widened before they narrowed because he probably liked that shirt, even though it was now stained with blood, and he probably didn’t appreciate Minho ripping it to shreds. But Minho didn’t care because the blood had drenched the flawless skin beneath the shirt and Jonghyun’s flesh was tinged pink and dark red in some places, blood smeared over his chest and collar bone.
Minho’s fingers reached up and he smeared the blood like a crude painting over Jonghyun’s chest, circling his nipples and his sternum, drawing random jagged patterns before signing his name just below the right nipple. He smirked, proud of his work, satisfied in the way that Jonghyun’s chest was rising and falling so rapidly it looked as if he might go into cardiac arrest any moment, his eyes looking up at Minho, a hint of fear hidden behind dark clouds of lust.
Licking his lips Minho tasted their mingled blood and then dipped down, circling Jonghyun’s other nipple with his lips before dragging his teeth over it. His teeth pierced the flesh around the dark nub, drawing more blood, making Jonghyun gasp and hiss and arch up into him, clean fingers moving to try and grip onto Minho’s short hair.
Clean fingers… there was something wrong with that, Minho’s fingers and hands were dripping with blood practically, where it all came from unknown since their worst wounds were from their mouths and those were already slowing down with the bleeding. Minho growled against Jonghyun’s skin and the older man arched and moved his hands to Minho’s chest, grabbing at the greasy, grimy shirt to try and pull it off. It quickly met the same fate as Jonghyun’s shirt, the vocalist finally getting a good grip and ripping it in half.
Instead of it being discarded it was left hanging on Minho’s sturdy frame, billowing out as Jonghyun moved to attach his teeth and lips to Minho’s neck, abusing the flesh and obviously not caring if he left violent marks.
Well, if he wanted to play that way…
Minho pulled back from abusing the singers’ chest with his mouth and fisted his soft hair, dirtying it inevitably with his bloody hands as he ripped Jonghyun’s mouth away from his neck and brought it back to the floor, a thud signaling where skull met wood. Jonghyun didn’t look perturbed by that, though, as his eyes narrowed and the lust swirled and melted into black abyss and that is what Minho wanted, needed.
No words were uttered because what was there to be said that couldn’t be conveyed with their actions? Jonghyun kept his head down on the floor when Minho removed his hand and even lifted his hips when Minho worked on his pants; the athlete got the belt undone and un-looped from the pants and flipped Jonghyun over, sliding the leather around that beautiful neck and putting it through the buckle, creating a nice collar and leash around Jonghyun’s neck.
The vocalist was now on all fours, his head being forced back with a tug on the rope, lips parting in a snarl and releasing heavy breaths as Minho’s free hand worked to push the shorter man’s jeans down to his knees. Once he was successful with that he undid his own pants, hard cock springing forth and leaking with how fucking sexy Jonghyun looked like that - submissive and bloody and waiting for what was to happen.
Minho licked his lips again and let some slack in the leather belt to allow Jonghyun to rest on his forearms for a moment, before he spit into his hand. Saliva and blood was mixed in his mouth and as it dripped from his hand onto Jonghyun’s ass crack it left a pinkish trail down to the vocalists’ quivering hole and fuck this was beautiful.
Shuddering, Minho pulled Jonghyun’s ass cheeks apart and leaned down, his tongue following the slick trail down the crack to the puckered entrance, swirling around it. Jonghyun let out a strangled noise and Minho gave the belt a warning tug, the older man instantly shutting his mouth and hanging his head, panting as his skin started to heat up. Minho’s tongue swirled around the entrance a few times before it pushed inside in a quick stroke, tasting all of Jonghyun and the blood and the spit and it was a delicacy in its own right.
Slurping sounds filled the living room as Minho ate out the vocalist, Jonghyun’s hips quaking and legs shaking, and as much as Minho wanted to feel the man’s lips around his dick he’d much rather feel his blood. So he reached out and stuck his fingers into Jonghyun’s mouth and collected the remaining blood along with his spit and brought it back, slathering his dick. The warmth of the blood, the consistency of it sliding and slipping over his cock, staining it a bright red was just glorious and Minho fucked into his hand a few times before he aligned the tip of his cock to Jonghyun’s dripping hole, watching the pre-cum mix with the blood and saliva.
Still holding onto the end of the belt with his left hand he used the right to grip onto Jonghyun’s hip and in a solid push he was buried to the hilt, a splitting scream leaving the older man’s lips as his body threatened to give out. Minho set up a brutal pace, not giving Jonghyun time to react or adjust and he used his grip on the end of the belt to pull Jonghyun up, that beautiful s-line curving and arching upwards and backwards and the shorter man cried out, the new angle obviously proving to be worth it even as his body contorted slightly to give his neck some release and his lungs some air from the violent constriction. Minho grinned, his hips snapping forward and Jonghyun was crooning, begging with choked gasps and strained words that were distorted as soon as they hit the air.
He didn’t touch Jonghyun’s cock, he didn’t really stimulate the other man in any way besides from how his cock was ramming into his prostate and it seemed like that was all Jonghyun needed. Minho pulled Jonghyun up even more and he heard the singers’ breath stunt and heard his lungs squeeze for air and he released the belt, instead wrapping his arm around Jonghyun’s torso as his chest pressed against that sweet back.
“You’re so good,” Minho purred, licking the shell of Jonghyun’s ear, making the older man croon and whimper as he fucked back onto Minho’s cock.
It didn’t take long for the mess of blood and saliva to get messier, it didn’t take long for the testosterone to haul into overdrive, it didn’t take long for much and soon Jonghyun was coming undone, his release washing over his body and Minho could see every muscle twitching in that glorious back, in those flawless shoulders and he glanced down to see new blood from his sudden intrusion into Jonghyun’s ass dripping down those perfect thighs, staining his own legs and pelvis.
It was like that Minho came undone as well, shoving Jonghyun’s back and pushing his chest and face into the floor, ramming into the shorter man one more time before he released, his body trembling from the force and an animalistic growl leaving his throat as he did so. He pulled out just before he finished to watch the rest of his cum spurt out onto Jonghyun’s back, the rest that had been spilled inside the abused hole dripping out along with blood and spit and it was beautiful.
Jonghyun was thoroughly and irrefutably debauched and Minho had done it; Minho had snapped, he had taken this cocky man and made him his bitch and… if he was feeling nice maybe later he’d ask for round two.
As it were, Minho gave Jonghyun’s ass a smack before stood up and pulled off the rest of his ripped shirt, smirking down at Jonghyun who now lay sprawled on the floor, panting, a glazed expression in his eyes, blood covering almost every inch of his chest and the backs and insides of his thighs. He glanced over at Minho and Minho merely chuckled, leaving the room to go take a shower before the rest of the members came home.
After all, no one would know what Jonghyun was going to say to the rapper in that heated moment.
What they would know, is that Jonghyun didn’t say anything at all.