#mcrtyrd

                             he  doesn’t  even  recognise  the  man  in  front  of  him  ,  there’s  a  vague  recollection  of  watching  him  move  around  in  the  shadows  —  myungdae  has  eyes  EVERYWHERE  —  but  the  twenty  -  two  year  old  could  never  place  a  name  to  the  face  .  though  names  seem  so  pointless  now  ,  the  dealer  backed  against  a  wall  ,  knife  held  nonchalantly  to  the  base  of  his  jaw  .  he  feels  control  of  the  situation  SLIPPING  from  him  .  HE  HATES  IT  .  eyelids  flutter  gently  as  the  stranger  presses  slightly  harder  ,  a  gentle  moan  falling  purposefully  from  the  younger’s  lips  before  he  runs  his  tongue  along  them  slowly  ,  voice  dropping  to  a  whisper  as  he  blows  a  kiss  ,  ‘  harder  ,  daddy  .  ’

                      he could COUNT on his fingers how many BAD situations he’s been summoned into. and NO, it’s not a typical make a mark on a ground, watch the demon RISE from your circle. that’s far too CLIQUE. unless that’s what this guy was hoping for because if anything atris was simply sat next to him as if he was there the whole time.in fact nowadays, people rarely ever SUMMONED him. in fact it’d been a couple of decades since he was summoned traditionally. but here he was. cross-legged and PATIENT. and he’d remain that way until provoked. even then, he lacked the power to even defend himself. eyes drift over the man in question, by technicality, atris BELONGED to him now until further notice. like a bad contract deal. symbiotic almost, except his love was FATAL. he didn’t mind at all. part of him thinks it’ll be fun. but there’s always the doubt. 

                            hands  shake  violently  as  he  stands  ,  terrified  ,  outside  the  building  .  kyuhyun  supposes  it’s  too  late  to  be  afraid  now  ,  the  TRUST  he’s  placed  in  taesong  large  enough  that  he’s  allowed  the  other  man  to  take  him  to  america  .  the  words  hit  his  ears  ,  voice  sounding  like  HONEY  ,  as  the  younger  feels  his  surface  fear  evaporate  .  twitching  fingers  reaching  to  curl  around  the  other’s  hand  ,  like  it  was  something  to  ground  him  .  ‘  i  …  ’  he  does  this  often  around  the  leader  ,  begins  sentences  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  finish  .  legs  are  weak  as  kyuhyun  takes  his  first  steps  into  HELL ,  like  a  baby  deer  learning  to  walk  ,  but  he  stares  upwards  at  his  …  saviour  ,  ‘  i’m  not  afraid  …  i  trust  you  .  ’