#max drabble

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You want to forget him and you thought you had until you saw him. The two of you stand frozen like statues eyes looking longingly at the others; a look of regret crossing his features almost making you believe yourself that he felt bad for any of the things he did. You still know inside of you that if the two of you did get back together he would do it again, but you were still locked into place captivated by presence. He was the first one to start moving again, turning away from you and heading towards the friend that you assume invited him to the house party since he is the only common friend the two of you have remaining.

You no longer want to stay, Yunho promised you that Changmin wouldn’t be here; you weren’t sure why you believed Yunho in the first place. You make it to the door before you’re stopped from leaving by Changmin. He doesn’t have to. say anything for you to know what’s going to come out of his mouth. You don’t want to hear it, you don’t want to listen to him because it will all be excuses and you’ll believe them. You can’t lie to yourself and say you’re not still in love with him, you can’t try to tell yourself you hate him, but you desperately want to. You open the door again trying to hurry and get away from him, your heart already racing in your chest in fear.

“Talk to me,” he says exasperatedly, “let me explain,” you shake your head, he lets out a sigh looking down at his feet, “please,” his voice is soft it almost sounds afraid, like he’s afraid this is the last chance he has to ever see you.

You’re going to hate yourself for it later, but you agree; Changmin pushes you out of the door closing it behind you. You’re almost certain that your heart stopped from how close he was to you when the door closed, his hands holding your forearms gentle, his head tilted down to keep eye contact; both of you were locked in place again your mind went blank momentarily.

“I miss you,” Changmin says mindlessly, “I still love you,” he continues, “I made a lot of mistakes, and I don’t deserve you forgiving me, but hear me out,” he pauses scanning your face, “I won’t drink, I’ll call you every day, I’ll pick you up from work,” he continues to ramble nervously.

“Do you mean it?” You find yourself speaking before you process what he’s said fully, “you’ll change? You won’t go out like that anymore?” You couldn’t pull your eyes away from his, he nods, “promise,” you hold up your pinky to him.

He laughs smiling, connecting his pinky with yours: “Promise, I won’t leave you alone, you might get tired of me,” he jokes, “I’ll be by your side.”

Dani was knocked up when she was 15, her son, Max, born on her 16th birthday. The father, another student at her highschool, didn’t aid in the raising of his son at all and Dani was forced to work two jobs to provide for him. She tried her best to give him a good life, and she and her son were very close, close enough that Max knew many of the intimate details of the string of abusive boyfriends Dani went through, of her desperation to give Max a sibling, and many other things mothers didn’t usually tell their sons.

Max grew up vowing to give his mother her wish, but as he matured those desires grew more perverted. To Dani’s surprise he didn’t seem to want to organise a party for his 18th birthday, or ask for the car she knew she couldn’t provide, only requesting that she not work her night shift that day so they could have some fun together. Dani suspected nothing of the materials Max was collecting in his room, pills and ropes and other fetish gear, or of the plans he had for that evening.

Max was already home from school that Friday night when Dani finished her day shift at the grocery store. “I made you dinner Mom.” He smiled, leading her into the kitchen where the table was set for two, a candle lit in the centre. Dani blushed at the treatment, protesting that it was his birthday and he should be celebrating rather than treating her but Max heard none of it, serving their meal and making a point of pouring her mother a glass of wine.

By the time dinner was finished, Dani was a few glasses in and feeling drowsy. “I’m just gonna go lie down, sweetie…not feeling too good…” she murmured, managing to stand and make it to her bedroom before passing out on the bed, still fully clothed.

She didn’t know anything more until she woke a few hours later, frowning as she tried to move her arms and found she couldn’t, her legs were immobilised too. “Hello Mom.” Max murmured, grinning, “Did you have a nice rest?” Max was grinning and completely naked, a quick glance down would confirm that Dani was too, her arms and legs bound outstretched to expose her sex. She was too drowsy to protest as Max climbed onto the bed, stroking his cock a few times before plowing into her, “You feel so good Mom, you’re the best present I could have asked for.” He smirked before beginning to pound her roughly, grunting happily.

Max sat alone on the balcony of the Checkmate headquarters, looking out over the mountain range around him. It was a beautiful place, all be it a little cold for his liking, but beautiful none the less. The way his breath rose from his mouth like the smoke of a cigar was mesmerizing. 

His mind was wandering far from where he was. Memories of ages past and thoughts of things yet to come. He'd begun to wonder if what he was doing was really right or was it his own delusions of grandeur. Where they really his own? Or where they still his mother's? How she always pushed him to do things he didn't want to. Become someone he wished he wasn't. 

Was that why he was so bitter towards the world? So bitter to the people that claimed to try and save everyone? Was this what he really wanted to do with his life? There were so many questions about his life nowadays that sometimes he questions who he was anymore. 

A cyborg? A psychopath? A man with delusions of superiority? These were all questions that he needed to answer. But how was another point entirely. 

He was one to plot and scheme, that's for sure. And maybe that's all he needed to do for now... to plot and scheme. Life was like a chess game. If you weren't always looking several steps ahead, you'll only lose in the end.