#jongdae fics

It has been days since the last time Jongdae sleep peacefully, also days since she was gone. The house was empty, but his heart was emptier, he could hear every second passed without you beside him, he missed feeling her warmth in that bed. She was the only light of his life, yet he let her go so easy, so easy that he wished someone had stopped his stupid behavior and moreover his sharp knife words to her that night.

Jongdae followed (Y/N) furiously into the house, he was ready to pour his anger out to her. He was never someone who got jealous easily since he knew what’s his couldn’t be taken away but that night was different, “What game were you trying to pull off, (Y/N)? Fucking tell me right now” his tone was chilling. “I wasn’t doing anything at all, in fact, it was him who came to see me first and also I have been nothing but loyal only to you.” she tried to remain calm. “That’s fucking bullshit, I saw his hands were all over your body, He is your bloody ex for fuck’s sake!” Jongdae said in one breathe with his eyes filled in anger and she even believed that night Jongdae might be possessed with something because he’s an angelic person that never gets mad even when she does something utterly embarrassing and stupid in public. “Is it necessary for you to shout like that?” her mind went wild that night, she was already caught up with so many deadlines and she even fulfilled his wish to go on his friend’s party. “Yes because you were looking like a slut” his words choked her breathe out in a snap, she was taken back by his words and stepped back from him with tears threatening to fall. There was a silence between the two of them. “That’s fucking it. We should break up. I can’t take any more drama with you and your ex” Jongdae finally spoke up, she glanced up with her cheeks already wettened by tears. She was about to burst out any seconds but instead she took her bag and left the house she shared with Jongdae. After she left, Jongdae took a good one hour before processing everything, he took out his phone “Hyung, I broke up with (Y/N)” his voice came out defeated. “What did you do to her until she wants to break up with you?” Minseok was ready to beat the shit out of Jongdae anytime. “It was me, I am the one who said that to her and” he took a deep breathe “I called her a slut for being near to her ex tonight” he didn’t realize that he started to cry, his heart clenched when he repeats that word “Are you out of your fucking mind, Kim Jongdae? You fucking call her a slut and break up with her after that? Knowing that she devoted the last 2 years for you?” Minseok practically shouted from the other line, making tears streamed down more. Minseok heard Jongdae sniffing, making him sigh in frustration “I’ll do what I can, I’ll try to talk to her. Just answer me directly, do you still love her? and do you mean any word you said?” Minseok said. “Yes, I love her so much that everything was caused by stupid ass jealousy and I never want her to walk out of my life. Please, please tell her that” with that he hung up the phone and curled himself on the floor, thinking about her feeling after such harsh words came out from his mouth.

He called Minseok about her response, he said that she’s over the way he treated her, he knew right at that moment he will just be a coward for not facing her at all, he was hurt and shame of himself, he couldn’t even keep someone who means so much for him. He laid on his bed again, he even tried to sleep that night, the sleeping pill was working well, but his brain somehow won’t cooperate with him, he kept on seeing her with a sad smile held by someone else, someone he didn’t know. He wanted to reach her hand so bad, but he couldn’t. “You said you love me” her lips quivered as she was taken away with that person he saw. “No, no, don’t leave me. I can’t live without you, (Y/N). I’m sorry it was a mistake, an idiot mistake” he even kneeled into the ground. “Goodbye, Jongdae,” she said. He jumped out of the bed, sweating and breathing hard. He felt suffocated after that dream, without any preparation, he took his car key and drove straight to her friend’s apartment where she has been staying for days. He didn’t even realize that it was 2 am in the morning, he knocked on the door so hard, he just wanted to see her face even if it’s the last time. He was greeted by the sight of sleepy (Y/N), he felt his heart softened by her sight only. At first, she was ready to punch whoever the hell’s knocking, yet there Jongdae stood, with his pajamas, hands trembling and face looking so pale. She covered her mouth looking at her, without a second thought, she searched for his car key and placed his hand over her shoulder to carry his weight back into his car. She drove straight into the hospital, “Whe-ere are we going?” Jongdae said with his eyes closed. “Hospital, I’m taking you into the ER” she talked while driving and glancing at him for a few times, making sure that he’s still conscious. His body felt too weak to even argue with her, how he simply just miss being with him that’s all he needed.

“He is severely dehydrated, it seems like he hasn’t been eating for a few days,” the doctor said to her, checking in his heart rate. “He should be fine after getting shots and you can take him home again after that” the doctor flashed a smile at her, she bowed and thanked him. She turned to see Jongdae with his eyes closed, she felt her heart ached at the sight of him, he should be the one who’s guilty not her. She was about to process with the administration when Jongdae grabbed her hand “Please stay, don’t go, please, I can’t let you go again” he opened his eyes slowly with a tear on his right eye’s corner. She sighed and took a seat next to him, holding his hand between her hands tightly, “I won’t do stupid things again, I’m sorry” he burst in tears. “Sshh, it’s okay baby, you can stop crying now, I’m here” she brushed off his tears with her thumb.

“Tell me Jongdae… Baekhyun…. Out of everyone here, who would you rather fuck first?” Their eyes look up to Daddy who interjects himself between the tension. “I’ll give each of you a chance to go first and you won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t say it’s me.” He lets out a hearty chuckle, satisfied with his joke. The reality given normal circumstances is that Daddy is attractive and he knows it. Lush, thick hair, a beautiful hairline, thick eyebrows, petite face, and puckering lips. He has the type of face you’d see on the cover of a magazine. Yet he chose this life and all it had or didn’t have to offer. “We’ll start with the oldest.”

Baekhyun’s panic sets in “I-I’ve never. I can’t…” 

“You can and you will. Don’t make me take you for myself without you choosing Baekhyun. I am trying to do you a favor.” Daddy’s personality is mutable. Laughing one minute, threatening the next. All tinged with a modicum of sober intent.

Jongdae can feel Baekhyun’s dread, his hysteria rising. This entire situation is too much pressure on a boy who only wanted to enjoy a few days with his best friend. The dissolved safety coupled with never having sex before and now having to do so in front of or with strangers leads his usual cool demeanor to fade into oblivion while this panicked one emerges. 

“I-I’ll do it.” Jongdae calls out, hoping he’s not reprimanded for inflating his turn. He’s never thought about doing these things with Baekhyun but if it means he can save his friend some trauma and pain then by all means. At least he would be gentle with Baekhyun’s first time and if the tables are turned he knows Baekhyun will be gentle with him. He cannot say the same for anyone else here. Chanyeol had just threatened to rape Baekhyun and make him bleed. And God knows what Kyungsoo has planned for Jongdae. It’s better this way. 

The indignation in Chanyeol builds swiftly. “Absolutely not! No fucking way! Kai did not steal these fucking twinks to let them have sex with each other. And my dick isn’t hard to fuck… who.. Kyungsoo… Kai… you?!” 

Daddy sits back, calm, smiling, and speaks in a slow manner. “If I wasn’t in such a good mood because of this fresh meat my baby Nini brought us, you’d be chained in the basement and I’d be telling Kyungsoo to sharpen his instruments. Don’t you EVER talk to me like that again. Do you understand me, Chanyeol? If you don’t want your meat suit drying in the sun, that is. Show. Me. Respect.”

Chanyeol's eyes widen at the thought of what he had just done, the disrespect he'd shown, and the selfishness he displayed. “I’m sorry Daddy. I-I don’t know what overcame me. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”

“You did, boy. But, like I said, I'm in a good mood. Another reason I’m excusing you is that I like to see my boys primal. Primal urges. Primal actions. You want to rape this pretty boy so bad, make him yours? Be the first one inside him?”

Chanyeol caresses Baekhyun’s face again, eyes tearing up at the thought of losing out on this innocent boy to anyone else. “Yes Daddy.” 

“Hmm… To be fair, I wouldn’t mind these two twinks fucking each other. But at the same time, I don’t want to see you sad son.”

These “people” must have looked hard and found them anyway. This means they have practice. Jongdae and Baekhyun are NOT the first ones to come through here - and that makes his throat tighten and stomach turn. Jongdae had seen movies like this and they never let their victims go. This won’t end well.  He knew that like he knew they should have pulled over when the fog rolled in. He didn’t listen to his better judgment then but he would now. He wasn’t one to brag unnecessarily but these backwoods pieces of filth were in no way smarter than him. The movies didn’t normally end well, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. 

“Well boys, I’m pleased to meet you. My name’s Suho. You will call me Daddy unless I tell you otherwise. Chanyeol. Kai. Let’s get these boys inside.” 

Baekhyun and Jongdae felt themselves being hoisted above the shoulders of two people who were definitely bigger than them like they were lifting feathers and not two males in their 20s. Baekhyun wanted to struggle but he knew it was pointless. If anything “Daddy” would discipline and he definitely didn’t want that. 

“Now, let me explain how this will work” Daddy began as Chanyeol and Kai sat down the two smaller ones on a couch, still bound and blindfolded. “Take those blindfolds off now boys. Let’s see their pretty faces they’ve been hiding.” 

We’ve been hiding? You sick fuck, YOU’RE the one who kidnapped us! Jongdae wanted to yell it from the top of his lungs but he knew that wasn’t smart. This situation and these ignorant people were already pushing his limits though and he was hoping he could maintain his composure. Baekhyun must have felt it because he moved his slender fingers toward Jongdae, finding his hand, and wrapping their fingers closely, giving Jongdae a small but comforting grip to let his best friend know he understood but to keep his calm. It wasn’t that Jongdae was violent by any means. He wasn’t. If anything he was a pacifist. It’s just that he has a smart mouth that can sometimes get the best of him and which he truly should not use now under any circumstances.  

And Baekhyun knew this. He’d been friends with Jongdae since they were teetering around their parents' house. Jongdae’s mom having been Baekhyun’s mom’s best friend since college. Sometimes these types of friendships don’t work out and it’s just the parents who are close. This wasn’t the case for them. Baekhyun and Jongdae were different. They got on well from the beginning, even before their first words and their bond only grew since then. It wasn't that Baekhyun could feel Jongdae getting upset. It’s that he knew Jongdae so well. He knew his likes and dislikes, and Jongdae knew his. He knew the ins and outs of Jongdae’s mind that when this “Daddy” stepped over the line one too many times, Baekhyun knew. He knew Jongdae needed him and he knew exactly what the younger one needed. So he gave it to him. Freely.

“Awww look at the babies, how sweet they are together. Comforting each other like it matters.” Daddy snickered, clearly amused by the two small boys beneath him. He didn’t mind if they touched each other. He preferred it. They would, after all, be touching each other in many different ways tonight. “Go ahead. You can hold onto each other… for as long as you can.” He laughed hard at that. He seems to amuse himself a lot, Jongdae thinks, wondering if he can find a way to take advantage of that later. He scoots closer to Baekhyun, not letting their hands part, and lays his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder. Neither boys are sure how long they’ll be able to stay like this. For now, it’s enough.

“Innocent puppy and kitten.” Suho smiles. He can’t wait to see them wrecked, in tears. They’ll cry, beg, and moan before the night’s over. They all do. 

“This gives me an idea. You see, I have two boys of my own that are close. One of them made puppy noises when I first got him. Chanyeol come here. And the other was a silent stoic type, a bit like our kitten there. Kyungsoo. And Kai… well baby, you like watching right? You don’t like to get your hands or your conscience dirty?” He didn’t let Kai answer. Daddy rarely let Kai answer. When they get toys and Daddy does this it means later Kai will be Daddy’s toy. Daddy used to say that he likes to marinate his meat. Working Kai up, not letting him have fun when he’s the one who got the boys, who discovered their IDs, and who brought them back, is doing exactly that. Letting Kai marinate in frustration so Daddy can work it out of him later. 

“Chanyeol. Kyungsoo. I want you two to have fun with our little puppy and kitten here. You can bruise them, make them cry, gag them, and penetrate them with whatever you want. You understand?” They nod. Kyungsoo has been waiting to get his hands on that little kitten, the one whose anger was building before puppy boy calmed him down. He’ll bring it out of him, make him do something he’ll regret. “No scarring, which means no bleeding.” He looks at Kyungsoo... “And they have to stay conscious. Understood?” The boys nod again as Baekhyun and Jongdae squeeze each other tighter. 

“I’m sorry.” Baekhyun whispers to Jongdae, regret deep in his voice. “I shouldn’t have pressed to keep going. I just… I didn’t want to lose hours because of that fog. We were supposed to make memories…” Jongdae can feel Baekhyun’s shoulders slump, guilt, and self-appointed blame taking over his small frame. It’s not his fault. He has to know that. But before Jongdae can respond, a figure clouds the light and takes rest at Baekhyun’s knees. “It’s okay Puppy.” He grabs Baekhyun’s chin, caressing it softly in rough hands. “Don’t worry, okay?" The voice sounded sincere but something felt off. Baekhyun couldn't place it but Jongdae could. He wanted to feel comforted, to believe that one of these men isn't some deranged sicko bent on hurting Jongdae and him. Jongdae knew better, could sense what was coming. "My name’s Chanyeol and I’ll help you make memories tonight."

"You will?" Baekhyun asks, looking up, eyes still blindfolded but an air of innocence pervading him.

"Yes sweetheart. I'll help you make soo many memories tonight you will wish you could forget them." Chanyeol's grip tightens on Baekhyun's face as his hand slides down towards his waist and onto his bulge, the smaller now feeling a sense of panic set in as Daddy laughs in the back and Jongdae balls his fist into a knuckle; a sight not unseen by Kyungsoo.