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My spot: Sungjong X (open, someone play with me!)

Sungjong wandered into the library, heading for a spot that he'd mentally marked off as his space. A comfortable chair in the corner where a bit of sunlight from a window came in over his shoulder and a shelf in front of him made a handy foot rest. His expression and mood were a little sour this afternoon. He was lonely though he wouldn't exactly admit it, even if he had someone other than hyung to admit it to.

His fingers ran through his hair in a distracted manner and he absently tugged at the inky black strands at the back of his neck. He was feeling a certain craving starting to fill up his senses and he was going to have to find somebody to give him what he wanted soon.

Turning the corner, he laid eyes on his spot... only to find someone else comfortably settled into the chair with what looked like a drink and a book. Chewing on his lip, he hesitated, not sure what to do. His first impulse was to tell the person to move... but that wasn't really polite and most likely it wasn't wise either.

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Sungjong glanced over to what Myungsoo was doing and automatically blushed at a peek or two he got of what was hidden in the cupboard. He looked away, blinking hard to try to clear the tears from his eyes though the damn salty droplets just kept falling no matter what he did.

"It does," he answered with a sigh, the livid red mark felt huge on his face and his head rung a little from the impact even now.

With gingerly care, he sat down on the chaise lounge obediently with the stray thought of wonderment. Who puts a couch in a bathroom? His slender fingers started shredding the wet tissue between them in a nervous habit until he noticed the bits of paper were falling on the floor. Muttering a half spoken apology he bent to pick them back up again.

"You threatening people, hyung, or beating them up... however much we might both enjoy that... doesn't mean people don't think weird things and look at me strange and make me feel ..." Sungjong pointed out the obvious, and when he said enjoy, he meant it in the most innocent context. In his world, heroes enjoyed exacting justice on the evil.

"Make me feel like an alien more than usual," he finished.

That Was Then - Sungjong and Myungsoo

[NOTE: this is a flashback, it takes place in the past. not in the current now of atrapado. sungjong is fourteen and myungsoo is seventeen.]

Once Myungsoo had Sungjong in the bathroom, he went for the cupboards — pulling open the first ones and running his eyes over the stacked towels. He’d barely dug his hand in to find what was hidden behind them when he heard Sungjong stutter and sniffled behind him. The teen leaning back to look over the younger whose eyes were watered with tears and wincing with a tissue trying to wipe away the droplets. Clearly upset about whatever had happened.

There was two thoughts in Myungsoo’s head at the sight.

He went with the morally upright one, sighing heavily as he reached out to clasp his fingers around Sungjongs are. “Don’t. It looks like it hurts,” Myungsoo exhaled as his eyes ran over the younger male for seconds. Not only his face showed signs of trauma, but his clothes were as well. “And you’re not supposed to get it. They’re idiots who have too much money, too much ego and too much free time. Just forget whatever they said.”

A look of reassurance was offered for seconds.

"Let me get the ointments, and you find a seat—"

Myungsoo’s attention back to the open cupboards swiftly, crouching down to shuffled the towels aside and eyeing over the hidden collection of BDSM toys. The teens hands searching past them for the bundled ointments and then two clothes. Doors shut with his arms as he focused back on Sungjong. “Once I’ve fixed you up, you tell me there names and I’ll make sure they don’t do it again,” Myungsoo stated with brows raised and closing the space back to Sungjong.

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Sungjong was just finishing up watching a drama ending, wiping his eyes carefully with tissues so as not to mar the slightest touch of eyeliner he'd applied once safely in his dorm room. He clicked off his television and turned his head - there was loud banging or knocks and shouting out there. He bit his lip and told himself he should just ignore it like everyone else seemed to be.

Fingertips tripped a pattern on the arm of his seat while he waited for the noise to pass or dissipate but it didn't. Instead, now there was more yelling and curiosity got the better of him. He'd have to see what the noise was about.

Standing from his seat, he automatically checked his appearance in the full length mirror on the wall - plain old sweater a little too big for him and comfortable knee length old shorts with his slim legs and sock clad feet showing. There were girlish bobbles on his socks and the eyeliner but it shouldn't matter.

Pulling open the door he stared curiously at the boy on his knees. "You look alive to me, uh, hyung?" he said a little sharply, folding his arms as he leaned against the jam of the door."

under 10% : chen + sungjong

There was a flicker of Chen’s eyes as he looked down at his PSP — it had under 10% battery, he was half-way through a difficult level and his dorm was on the other-side of campus. He’d attempted to make it to his dorm, but once he’d hit 10% left, he’d fell into a state of panic. “Why don’t you have a fucking save? Really?!” Chen’s anger hissed at his PSP as he stretched a hand to knock on each dorm door that he passed, exhaling a desperate — ‘I need your help!’ — before his feet scuffed further along the hall to the next one. Someone in this school had to have a charger for a PSP besides him, and they had to be close.

They had to or he was going to lose his save.

"I need help!" — was shouted over urgent knocking, his knuckles pained and his feet half-turned to started moving again. But his damned untied shoelace would be his downfall; caught under one foot, stretched and released as he tumbled down roughly. His handheld game console clutched in his hands safely, and the air knocked out of his lungs. The flirt helplessly squirming to find his feet again and seeing another percent of his PSP count down. "No, no, no, no — I’m going to die!" He exhaled dramatically, on his knees, a scrape on his elbow and his full attention on the level he was going to lose.

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Sungjong shivered all over in a moment of relief that he was safe. Though he felt stupid and childish for crying, tears started welling up in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks in the face of Myungsoo's matter of fact concern. Too much sympathy would have made him shy away and too little would have done much the same. This... this was nice... and as rare as diamonds in his life.

His fingers curled over the older male's hand when it was offered, hanging on with unnecessary tightness as he was half led and half dragged into the posh environs of Myungsoo's private bath room. He whined a little as the light flicked on, seeming far too bright at this moment, blinking a little against the rush of tears.

"It... I..." he stuttered, sniffling once then reaching for a tissue carefully as if he'd mess something up in here if he touched it. "It was a whole pack of those guys from... from... you know."

His narrow shoulders slumped as he dabbed at his face, wincing at the purpling bruise on his face. "I don't get it," Sungjong murmured with a tired sigh.

That Was Then - Sungjong and Myungsoo

[NOTE: this is a flashback, it takes place in the past. not in the current now of atrapado. sungjong is fourteen and myungsoo is seventeen.]

-snipped

He hissed in frustration when he saw the mark on Sungjong’s face.

"Who did this?" Myungsoo’s question came out harshly in anger, fingers finding Sungjong’s face as he examined the damage done. There were plenty of reasons to ignore and pick on the foster child, like a lot of other kids in the neighbourhood did. But Myungsoo didn’t subscribe to it. He was too busy studying, dealing with tutors, looking after his siblings to use free time to bully someone less fortunate.

Plus, the younger male was nothing but cute and defenseless.

A deep sigh rolled from his lips, before he shook his head. “If we don’t treat it, it’ll get worse—” the seventeen year old male drew his hand down, clasping over Sungjongs. “Come on. I have something in my bathroom.”

Myungsoo didn’t wait for an answer, instead, moving to drag the smaller male towards his personal bathroom. Like many things in the house, they were extravagant and unnessesary. But this was one of the few that the teenager had grown to be glad existed. At a young age learning what sex was, and as he’d grown older, realizing the pleasure in inflicting pain. A bathroom no one else had access to gave him secrecy.

In the last few years, secrecy became insurmountably important to Myungsoo.

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Sungjong's head tipped up and he gave the new Instructor his attention, making a mental note of the man's name. He hummed a little to himself and tapped the tip of his pen on his notebook, absently swirling a little doodle in the margin of the page.

Around him, other students were doing much the same. He offered the man a sweet little smile, curve of plush lips, slight touch of tongue to the bottom one then dropped his eyes demurely back to his notebook.

His brows lifted as he listened and he mutely, for the moment, wondered what kind of toys the man might be referring to. There were so many sorts after all.

Addiction 101 - Kyuhyun and Sungjong

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Addiction 101 - Kyuhyun and Sungjong

New Instructor, the sign taped to the classroom doorway read. Well, that was interesting, Sungjong considered as he slid past the little knot of other students gathered there and into the room. He always found it slightly silly that classes on Bondage, Dominance, Submission and so on at least started out in your typical classroom. It seemed to him that there should be a bit more of a bordello-esque atmosphere. Perhaps that was just his cynical mind at work.

He took a seat, front row center and neatly folded long legs in pressed jeans under the desk. He shook silky bangs out of his eyes with a practiced jerk of his head and prepared to be receptive. His notebook was folded to a new page and his pen lay ready under slender fingertips with perfectly kept nails.

Sungjong had a way of looking as if he belonged on a runway in Paris when all he was wearing was a worn soft tee shirt of nondescript blue gray, jeans and a selection of silver rings, black leather wrist bands and an attentive air. His eyes were by far his best feature ... aside from his ass, and he used them, pinning the luminous dark irises on the instructor's podium while awaiting said instructor's arrival.

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myungsoo: i love you♡♡

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[sms - pee in your cereal] Bored of you? Holla! And if you had more to say, you would have said it. I'm the one that got the dick you didn't. All you need to know.

[SMS - Magic Dick] After a while I was so hard that I started crying. HE MADE ME SO HORNY I WEPT. [SMS - Magic Dick] We need to hang out with him again

[sms ???] While I love being addressed as magic dick, and I’m extremely jealous of this horny weeping experience… I have no idea who you are talking about.

[sms: ???]Ugh. I. Am. Jealous.

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[sms - pee in your cereal] I was. Now I’m pitying. Obviously he didn’t do you or you wouldn’t be weeping with lust. Idiot. You wish you had my love, baby.

[SMS - Magic Dick] After a while I was so hard that I started crying. HE MADE ME SO HORNY I WEPT. [SMS - Magic Dick] We need to hang out with him again

[sms ???] While I love being addressed as magic dick, and I’m extremely jealous of this horny weeping experience… I have no idea who you are talking about.

[sms: ???]Ugh. I. Am. Jealous.

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[sms - dumb ass] You obviously don’t know who you’re talking to. I hang out with only the best people, sweetheart.

[sms - dumb ass] You’re describing a large portion of the student body. However, fairly sure I know the exact person and he’s hella sexy. I’ve been with him so calm your tits.

[SMS - Magic Dick] After a while I was so hard that I started crying. HE MADE ME SO HORNY I WEPT. [SMS - Magic Dick] We need to hang out with him again

[sms ???] While I love being addressed as magic dick, and I’m extremely jealous of this horny weeping experience… I have no idea who you are talking about.

[sms: ???]Ugh. I. Am. Jealous.

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[SMS - Magic Dick] After a while I was so hard that I started crying. HE MADE ME SO HORNY I WEPT. [SMS - Magic Dick] We need to hang out with him again

[sms ???] While I love being addressed as magic dick, and I’m extremely jealous of this horny weeping experience… I have no idea who you are talking about.

[sms: ???]Ugh. I. Am. Jealous.

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Please preface questions with “Truth.”

TRUTH SERUM - My muse has to answer any and all questions regardless of what it is.

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death by adult ceremony 2/2

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hmu sungjong