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𝗬𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ･｡ﾟ

…𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♥︎

‼️ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ‼️ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ (ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ), ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

❗️ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ❗️

╰┈➤ 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✘ *.・˚✦

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𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 ⟡

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 ⟡

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯 ⟡

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟰 ⟡

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙 || 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 (𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒) ✘¨*:·.

𝗬𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ･｡ﾟ// 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 2.7𝘬

‼️ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ‼️ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ (ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ), ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ

╰┈➤ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ✘ *.・˚✦

[ᵀᵃᵍˡⁱˢᵗ - @gyufemboy @beomqutie ]

~ The chill night wind rushed past you as you ran down the street. You didn’t come from a well-off area. In fact, you lived in the worst side of town. Only the strong survived here. But you weren’t strong, at least not strong enough to keep your family off you. So you ran.

It was dangerous for an 11 year old girl to be alone here, especially at night. But anything had to be better than that house of nightmares.

You came up to a gas station where the roads met, outer lights flickering and windows barred. There was a stench in the air you were all too familiar with, your eyes immediately spotting the source. You saw some people sitting on the ground behind the building, smoking cigarettes. The fire that caught your eye was lower to the ground though, burning something else.

You hid behind the dumpster before they could see you. You were too far away to make out their features, but you knew nothing good would come out of revealing yourself. You hadn’t taken much with you, just some cash you stole from your parents. And one of your dad’s hunting knives. You couldn’t take any chances. You already know of many things that have occurred on these streets. You put your hand in your pocket, gripping the knife in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

A growling broke your concentration. Something grabbed your arm, forcing your hand out of your pocket. The harshness of the grip made you drop the knife and panic immediately overtook you. “Huh, well what are you doing out so late, Sweetheart?” The man yanked you out from behind the dumpster. A large dog barked in the distance. You tried to break free from the man, but his grip remained solid. He dragged you behind the building to join the others. “Our lucky night, huh?”

“Awe, how cute.” The woman in front of you chirped. Another man stood beside her, holding back a huge hound that was viciously growling at you. She lifted the spoon and lighter closer to you, flicking the lighter on underneath. The liquid in the spoon boiled and a sickening smell released, making you gag. “Want some, Kiddo?”

You trembled in the man’s grasp. You felt his other hand reach in your pockets and pull out the small amount of money you had. “Damn, just enough for another pack of Newports.” He threw you to the ground and your knees stung when they impact the concrete. The other man brought the dog closer, so close you could feel the slobber as it growled over you. It’s eyes were savage, begging to kill.

“Tell you what,” the first man spoke up, gripping your chin to look up at the woman, who now had a syringe. “We’ll let the first time be free, but you’ll owe us for the next one. And don’t worry, money isn’t the only way to pay us back.”

You screamed and thrashed against the man as he held you down. He covered your mouth and pushed you harder onto the cement.

Until suddenly, there was no more pressure on you.

“What the fuck?!”

You looked up in time to see a small figure on top of the man. It was…a boy?

Then a gleam in the darkness.

A sickening pop. A squelching twist.

“FUCK!!”

Blood spurted as the boy pulled the knife out of the man’s body. Before you had time to react, you jumped at the sounds of gunshots and screams from behind you. The barking cut into a whelp before stopping.

You turned in time to see no more life in the open eyes of the bodies on the ground. The dog lay limp on the pavement, a dark liquid pooling around its body. A metallic odor filled your nose and your ears rang. It was hard to focus. A muted siren went off in the distance.

“Shit! Let’s go!” The boy ran up to you, gripping your wrist and yanking you from the ground. He gave you no time to recover before taking off in a run, pulling you along in his strong grip. “Come on, RUN!”

You ran as fast as you could, desperate to keep up with this strange boy, even though you were terrified of what you had witnessed. He had just killed a man, after all. The two of you bolted down the street before cutting through an alleyway. You ran into him hard as he came to a sudden stop. He didn’t let you recover before tugging at your hand to pull you up the fire escape. “Hurry!”

“I’m trying!” You squeaked as you climbed. He rushed to help you get up and onto a dark balcony. He tucked you two into the shadows and his arm reached around you, pressing you into him as you both sank down into a crouch. He motioned for you to stay silent, eyes intense in the moonlight.

You tried to quiet your breathing. You could hear plenty of cars on the street a small distance away. The sirens reappeared only to soon fade away. You started to relax. That is, until the boy’s grip on you tightened and you heard the footsteps.

A police officer appeared in the alleyway below, you could just make him out in the moonlight. You held your breath and tried to stay completely still, though your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

“Those fucking kids.” Another officer appeared next to him. “Now they’re killing homeless people? I mean, what the hell?”

“Well, at least it’s no one that’ll be missed.” The first one said. “Let’s call it a night.”

You didn’t allow yourself to breathe until their footsteps were completely gone. When the boy finally relaxed beside you was when you allowed your own body to relax. He took a deep breath before leaning his head back against the balcony wall. You looked up at the boy, suddenly feeling dizzy as everything that had just occurred hit you at once. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Hey,” you heard him say, feeling his arms wrap around you. “Shhh, it’s okay now.” He rested his head on top of yours, your face buried into his neck. It was wet. Were you crying? It was hard to focus on anything.

The boy’s strong arms stroked your back, his soft voice repeating that phrase like a mantra, until you finally calmed down. The boy waited for your heart beat to slow before cautiously letting you go. “I’m sorry.” The boy whispered. “I was about your age when I saw my first dead body.”

“Thank you,” you spoke up after a moment, “for saving me.”

The boy smiled. You finally took a moment to really look at him. He was slightly older than you. Dark hair tussled over his hooded eyes. His lips were full. Even in the dark, you could see that his smile was genuine towards you, but it did not reach his eyes. Who was this boy?

Before you were able to say anything else, his hand grasped yours and he was pulling you to your feet. “Come on, we can’t stay here.”

You didn’t argue. Where did you have to go anyway?

⟡

You followed the boy through the city, hands remaining connected. You two finally came up to a small, long-abandoned building tucked in one of the alleys. He helped you to crawl through one of the smashed windows and led you further into the building.

You entered a room without windows. The remnants of moonlight from the hole in the hallway allowed you to see two sleeping bags laid out. The boy pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you and drowning you in darkness.

“What took you guys so long?”

You jumped at the voice that came from the corner of the room. The boy scoffed, giving your hand a squeeze. “A couple cops chased us through the city.”

He leaned down and picked something off the floor. A click was your only warning before the flashlight turned on, aimed towards the new voice. Another boy. He winced as the light hit him. “Are you trying to fucking blind me?”

This boy was closer to your age. He also had dark hair but his eyes were large and piercing, only exaggerated more by his small frame. A small reflection of light brought your eyes to the gun next to him. So you had heard gunshots. Both of these boys were murderers.

“You’re pretty.”

You blinked, realizing the new boy was talking to you. You felt uncomfortable with the compliment and turned your head away.

“Thank you for being there, Taehyun,” the older boy said. “I couldn’t have handled them alone.” Taehyun. You felt the elder’s hand let go of yours, almost shocked at the sudden loneliness you felt with the loss of contact. “Hey.”

It took you a moment to notice the elder now talking to you. His hands came up to rest on your shoulders. When you still didn’t respond, his fingers caught your chin and guided your gaze to meet his. Your eyes had adjusted to the low light from the flashlight, so you easily noticed the worry in his eyes. “Uh-I-,”

“It’s ok.” He smiled down at you, releasing your chin. “You need rest.” You nodded. The adrenaline came crashing down on you and your body grew exhausted. Taehyun went to find an extra sleeping bag, leaving you two alone for a moment. “I’m really sorry that I didn’t get to you sooner.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You weren’t used to such kindness. Luckily, Taehyun reappeared, though you both looked up only to see he was empty-handed. “No luck.”

“That’s ok.” You finally spoke up. “I can sleep without one.”

“Absolutely not.” The elder countered. “You can use mine.”

“No. I don’t want you to sleep in the cold.” He had already done enough for you. You didn’t want to be any more of a burden.

“Then let’s share mine.”

Your eyes widened, but you found yourself nodding. You didn’t even know this boy’s name, let alone watching him kill a man, but you trusted him.

Taehyun got in his bag next to the two of you, turning to face away but obviously still listening. The older boy crawled into his bag, keeping it open to give you room to join him. You nestled yourself next to him, the warmth of his body engulfing you as he closed the bag. His arm wrapped around you and you tucked your face into his chest.

His scent had you feeling something you were not used to, every inhale causing you to relax more. You listened to his heartbeat, and for once, sleep was coming easy to you.

“Y/n.” You whispered to him, words slurring with your drowsiness. “My name’s Y/n.”

The boy took a deep breath, memorizing your scent. He didn’t know what made him check out the commotion. They lived in a harsh reality where bad things happened all the time. He would usually only worry about himself and Taehyun. But the moment he saw you, bruised and battered, he couldn’t look away. And when he saw them grab you, something took over in him, and he had pounced. He had to protect you. “Yeonjun.”

⟡

As the days went by, the boys kept you fed and safe. Your bond for the boys only grew over time. Late nights were filled with shared stories. Some memories were never spoken, instead only exchanged in the gazes between understanding eyes.

An 11 and 13 year old from the same foster home. Runaways, like you. Rejected from their “family,” like you. You shared more with them than they did with you, and you could tell they had more stories left untold, but you never pushed. Still, fire rose in the two boys eyes whenever they saw the marks your family had given you. Many of the bruises had faded by now, but some still remained.

The boys took it upon themselves to teach you how to survive. They taught you how to pickpocket and steal. You asked Yeonjun to teach you how to fight with a knife. Taehyun tried to teach you how to use his gun, but your nerves always got the better of you once you held it.

They were strong and warm. They never obtained a third sleeping bag and you actually found yourself grateful, feeling safest in their arms. You’ve grown addicted to their scent, even the hint of tobacco from their cigarettes. The one smell that used to have you quaking in fear now helped you fall asleep.

Some nights, the three of you went out in the city, pickpocketing drunk club-goers. Other nights, you stayed with Taehyun at the hideout while Yeonjun went out. He never said where he was going, but you also never asked. He would stay out late and you found yourself never able to sleep without the both of them there. Yeonjun usually came back before dawn, but something was always off. You could never tell quite what, nor did you ever allow him to know you were awake.

Some nights were special. The nights Yeonjun successfully stole alcohol, for example. Those nights were bright with laughs and fun. One night was filled with tears. Many nights ended with the three of you lying on the floor, arms and legs wrapped amongst each others, sleeping bags forgotten.

Sometimes there were soft kisses shared. You three never spoke of those nights come morning. It never led to more, but you still didn’t exactly understand your feelings. Still, one thing was for certain: you weren’t lonely anymore. You were safe, you were actually happy.

They promised to take you away one day, always with serious eyes, whether sober or not. One night, Yeonjun found the rough circular scars from when your father put out cigars on your arm. You spent the whole night trying to calm him down, the rage in his eyes terrifying you.

“I promise, we’ll get you as far away from them as possible.” Yeonjun gasped, arms wrapped tight around you, trying to mask that he was holding back tears of fury. “I fucking promise you, Y/n.”

Then the day came. The boys that found you were suddenly ripped away from you. You three slept soundly, right before everything went to hell.

Gunshots.

Both boys jumping to action. Taehyun grabbing you and taking off while yeonjun reached for the gun. He fired a few rounds back before following you two. The three of you ran down the alleys, gunshots unending. Then, a hit.

“Fuck!”

Yeonjun stumbled and rolled against the pavement. Red painted his calf.

“No!” Taehyun, letting go of your hand and running back to Yeonjun.

You heard a scream.

Sirens.

They showed up in minutes.

Yeonjun lying on the pavement, gripping his calf and cursing out. Taehyun, eyes feral, gun in hand.

“Freeze!”

“Drop the weapon! Hands in the air!”

When Taehyun didn’t move, Yeonjun used whatever strength he had left to knock the gun from the younger’s hands. This broke Taehyun from his rage and you watched them raise their hands in defeat. Large hands grabbed your arms and you could hear more screaming.

“Get off her!” Taehyun.

You spun around and came face to face with the officer. “Hey, isn’t this the missing girl?” Officers ran past you and you panicked when you heard the boy’s grunts but couldn’t see what was happening to them? “C’mon, your parents are probably worried sick.”

“No!” This time you felt the rawness of your scream, though you almost didn’t recognize your own voice. You fought, unsuccessful as the officer dragged you to the car. “No! Stop! Please!”

One arm broke free as he went to open the car door, allowing you to twist around. Through your tears, you watched as officers pinned your boys to the ground, handcuffing them. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

The officers placed you into the car and the door locked. You pressed against the window. They kept eye contact with you as the officers lifted them off the ground to stand. They weren’t fighting, eyes completely serious. The car started up and you felt yourself sobbing as you watched their figures fade away into the night.

©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚 || 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 (𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒) ✘¨*:·.

𝗬𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ･｡ﾟ// 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 2.5𝘬

‼️ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ‼️ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ (ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ), ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ (ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ), ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

╰┈➤ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ✘ *.・˚✦

[ᵀᵃᵍˡⁱˢᵗ - @gyufemboy @beomqutie @juyeonsslut @shonteriasunshine @nolxverlikeme @luunaruwu ]

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘠𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯! <3 ♡✧˖*°࿐

~

You felt numb. You didn’t know what happened to them. The police escorted you home. Your parents acting as if they were oh-so worried about you in front of the officers, later revealing their real selves once you three were alone.

Your mom gripped your arm, manicured nails puncturing your skin. “Don’t you dare make us look bad like that ever again!”

You ripped your arm away from her. They don’t even care about you, of course. “Leave me alone.”

You turned in the direction of your room, but was abruptly shoved back by your father. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Where’s my knife, huh?” Another shove which backed you against the wall. “And my money you stole, you fucking thief.”

“You’re so ungrateful, Y/n.” Your mom added. “We work hard just for you to steal from us and run off?”

You knew better than to keep fighting. You’ve received many bruises from doing so in the past. But you had finally found something, something truly incredible. Two boys who rescued you, took you in, and actually fucking cared about you. And they were taken from you. “Go to hell.”

You didn’t even flinch when your mom’s palm flew to your face. In fact, you’re not sure if you even felt it, only knowing it happened from the SLAP that rang out upon contact.

You stayed silent as you let them rage on. The faces of the boys, your boys, kept haunting your mind. Where were they right now? Was Yeonjun going to be okay?

Once their tirade was over, they finally dismissed you. You isolated yourself in your room, and that was where you stayed.

The days were bleak, the nights full of restless sleep. You left your room for school, but not much else. You picked up some bad habits, like stealing alcohol from your mom, or smoking weed in the park on your way home. You felt more hopeless and alone than ever before, but somehow, life went on.

⟡

What felt like both a blink in time and an eternity later, you entered high school. Waves of teenagers flooded the halls. You ghosted through the crowd just like you’ve ghosted through life for the past 3 years. The day passed by you like every other had, grey and uninteresting.

On your walk home through the park, you stopped to smoke. You found a bench tucked away near the trees, pulling out your joint and lighter. You slipped the end of the paper between your lips, bringing the lighter up, ready to become numb with a flick of the flame.

“It is you.”

Your heart stopped, your body froze. That voice.

Arms enveloped you. Hugs strong enough to break you. But you knew you were safe.

The joint fell from your lips, completely forgotten as your world suddenly brightened.

There they were. Your boys.

They were older, stronger. They had found you again.

You cried. You cried and cried in their arms. They held you and let it happen. Yeonjun rubbed your back, Taehyun stroked your palm with his thumb. You noticed they were both taller than you now.

When you finally calmed down, breathing even, Yeonjun held your face in his hands. “We thought we saw you in the hallway, we had to be sure.” His thumbs stroked your cheeks and his eyes bore into yours. There it was, that stony seriousness his eyes always held. “I still plan on keeping my promise.”

You didn’t even try to stop yourself. Your lips met his, light but still sharing the years of loneliness. His lips lingered for a moment before pulling away and kissing your forehead.

“Damn, did you not miss me?” Taehyun teased from behind you. You giggled in Yeonjun’s arms before pecking Taehyun’s lips. You never thought you would feel this way again. Safe, happy, complete. You were meant to be in their arms.

“Since when do you smoke?” The elder inquired, eyeing the neglected joint on the grown. You only replied with a kiss to his cheek, smiling so wide it almost hurt. You haven’t smiled much since you lost them.

The memory of that night haunted you. But you were older now, too. Smarter. You wanted to know every detail of what happened to them after that night. The sun was starting to lower, reminding you that your parents were expecting you home soon. Taehyun noticed the change in your eyes. “Don’t go back to them.”

Tears threatened to spill over your eyes. “I don’t fucking want to.”

“Then come with us.” Yeonjun offered. “We’ll run away again. It’s what we know. We could make it.”

You didn’t hesitate. “Please, take me away.”

⟡

You had a plan. Go home, grab a couple things, wait for your parents to fall asleep. The boys would be waiting for you in a truck Yeonjun somehow obtained. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’d stolen it. They had parked further along the street, trying to wait patiently for you.

You packed your book bag with some clothes and food before something crossed your mind. You knew it would be risky, but you also knew trucks needed gas. And gas costs money. You crept up to your parents room before cautiously turning the nob. Somehow you were able to pull a $50 from your dad’s wallet before closing the door without a sound. Now, you were ready. You crept down the stares, carefully opening the front door.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

No.

“Think you can steal from me and just leave, again?” You took off, making it halfway through the front yard before he grabbed you. You fought against him, his grip tightening before he threw you onto the damp grass.

“Get the fuck away from her!” Yeonjun. You almost didn’t recognize his voice. There was something lethal in his tone. And suddenly your dad was off you. You turned in time to see him and Yeonjun on the ground, Yeonjun on top delivering blows to your father’s face. “Don’t fucking touch her!”

“What the hell?” Your mother appeared in the doorway. The momentary distraction allowed your dad a chance to hit Yeonjun back, knocking him off.

“Stop!” Your strained cry rang out. You reacted on instinct, throwing yourself in front of Yeonjun to take your dad’s next punch.

It stung and you heard ringing.

“Y/n, Yeonjun, fuck!” You heard Taehyun’s muted voice. Then, piercing pops. You knew that noise too well. Gunshots.

Your mom screamed.

You regained your focus. You were on the ground next to Yeonjun, who was also trying to restore his senses. You looked up to see your dad. The handgun he kept on his hip drawn, aimed at the boy in front of him, who also had a gun pointing back. You weren’t sure whose shots those just were.

Sirens began in the distance.

“Yeonjun, let’s go!” Taehyun commanded, eyes never leaving the man in front of him, gun ready.

“I’m not leaving her!” Yeonjun snarled.

“It hurts me too!” Taehyun countered. “But we won’t be any use to her if we’re thrown back in jail!”

Yeonjun groaned, turning to face you. “I’m sorry, Baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Tears filled your eyes, but you nodded, getting up to face your father. The look you gave him could’ve poisoned him. He stared back at you, lowering his gun. Still, you yanked it from him before he could react, pointing it at him. His eyes widened in fear as you spoke. “Let them go.”

He nodded. With that, Yeonjun allowed Taehyun to help him up, but his eyes remained on you. He watched as you kept the gun strained on your father, hands steady. You were only 14. Then again, so was Taehyun. Yeonjun wanted to protect the both of you from the harsh reality of the world, but he was failing.

Once Taehyun got Yeonjun on his feet, both boys faced you. Their eyes held the most serious of expressions. “We’ll be back for you, Y/n,” Taehyun promised.

Yeonjun’s hand cupped your cheek and you leaned into his touch. Tears spilled over your eyes, wetting his fingers. His eyes, usually unreadable, were now flooded with emotion. “I love you, Y/n.” He kissed your forehead. “I swear it.”

And with that, they got in the truck, and sped off.

⟡

They were no longer in school. Birthdays went by without care. 15, 16, 17, 18. Then, graduation. Your parents didn’t even show up. They didn’t really interact with you much after that night, but you were glad. Your mom kept drinking, your dad smoking more cigarettes in a day than you’ve ever seen and the stench always burned your nose.

Once the ceremony was over, the parking lot flooded with people. And yet, there they were.

Parked in a red pickup truck, Yeonjun at the wheel and Taehyun in the passenger seat, there they were. When Taehyun noticed you, he immediately alerted the elder. Your eyes met theirs. You couldn’t stop yourself, you broke out into a run. Yeonjun got out and caught you in the biggest embrace, his strong arms almost suffocating you, but you didn’t care. He lifted you into the truck and you scooted into the middle of the bench seat, hugging Taehyun next to you.

Taehyun kissed your forehead. “We missed you,” he admitted. His eyes seemed to have aged twice as fast as his body. What had they been up to? You decided to ignore that for now. They were here.

“I missed my boys too.” You said, squeezing his hand as your lips met his.

Yeonjun got situated in the car, hand resting on your thigh. He turned on the car, not minding you and Taehyun making out beside him. “Let’s get out of here.”

Finally.

The three of you spent days on the road. You had some graduation money and you learned that they had been planning this for a while, as they had built up a decent savings. Enough to keep you all fed, refill on gas, and get a motel room when needed.

As the sun fell behind the trees, Yeonjun told you how in fact they had been planning this. They had to do it in a way to give you the best opportunity. Although both of them wanted to face your parents, especially Yeonjun. He never lost that fire in his eyes whenever your now-past home life was on topic.

Three days of taking turns sleeping and driving before you three finally stopped at a motel. Though there was legally nothing your parents could do now, you wanted to be sure they couldn’t find you. The three of you checked in to a small motel off the highway. The desk attendant gave a strange look when you three asked for a one bedroom, but you paid them no mind.

Finally, they came back. Finally, they took you away.

Once you three got situated in the room, Yeonjun suggested to all get some rest. As you changed into your pajamas, a thin camisole and shorts, you turned to meet a half-naked Yeonjun. Your cheeks blushed but you couldn’t help how your eyes traveled his chest. He was definitely older.

He stepped closer to you, eyes warm, but intense. “Y/n-,”

You cut him off with a deep kiss. It was a long moment before you two broke away. Tears streaked your cheeks. “Thank you for keeping your promise,” you mumbled against his lips.

Taehyun’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his lips grazed the shell of your ear. “No need to thank us.” He kissed your neck with purpose. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the grazing of his teeth and you let out a whimper. “You’re ours.”

You let them devour you. Yeonjun’s tongue danced along your lips, sending a delicious feeling through your body.This was more than those drunk nights in their hideaway. This time, you were all completely sober. Nothing felt more right than being with them.

Taehyun’s lips trailed your neck before returning to your ear. “Our girl.” His growling in your ear, his possessiveness, his hands needing your waist, had your knees weak.

Yeonjun pulled away from your lips with a pop. “Fuck, Taehyun.” He spun you around, allowing the younger to taste your lips as he took to decorating your neck. “No one touches our girl but us.”

They were driving you crazy. It was almost overwhelming, but you found your body to be really enjoying it. Yeonjun‘s teeth met a bruise Taehyun had just left and the dull pain had you gasping. Taehyun used the opportunity to slipped his tongue between your lips.

Yeonjun wrapped his long fingers around your throat from behind, forcing you to whine into the younger’s mouth. Taehyun groaned, his own fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you close. You felt Yeonjun’s other hand slither up your shirt, gliding his fingers over your stomach. He laughed at your squirming. “Are you enjoying all this attention, Baby?” He whispered into your ear, fingers trailing towards your breasts. You thought you were going to cry with how riled up they were making you.

Taehyun suddenly broke the kiss. Your swollen lips chased after his, but he tightened his grip on your roots. Taehyun‘s other hand dove into your shorts, immediately finding your clothed clit. “Fuck,” he growled, which only ignited your body more as Yeonjun groped your breasts. “I need to see every inch of you.”

In one swift movement, Taehyun pulled off your shorts and underwear. Yeonjun followed by swiftly removing your shirt, the cold air arousing your nipples. Both boys took you in, eyes completely focused on you. They met eyes before each one took a nipple in their mouth. Their tongues and teeth rolled around the buds and you couldn’t hold back the noises they were drawing out of you.

One of their hands, you couldn’t focus on who’s exactly, began massaging your ass cheek. Another hand reached down to stroke your inner thigh. So close to where you needed them. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please.” Your small squeak made them both stop their actions and look up at you. As your eyes went from one gaze to the other, all you saw were pools of dark depths.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun must have been growing as impatient as you, his large hand reaching down to your wet folds. He stuck two fingers in with ease, but the sudden intrusion still made you yelp. Yeonjun gently shushed you as his fingers opened you up. The pain quickly shifted to pleasure and you started rocking against his fingers. “That’s my girl. Use my hand to get off, yeah?”

His words were deeply affecting you, your hips picking up the pace. He began pumping into you at a bullet speed and you nearly screamed, your release building fast.

Without warning, your released crashed through you. You had no time to feel embarrassed as Yeonjun kept pumping his fingers, letting you ride out the high. When your body calmed down and you opened your eyes, he was watching you with absolute awe.

You kissed Yeonjun before turning to find Taehyun stroking himself. You reached towards him, but he grabbed your hand. “We finally have you all to ourselves.” He said, smiling down at you. “No need to rush, Baby. Besides,” he leaned down, lips grazing your own, “I like to watch.”

His lips crashed into yours briefly before he sat back up, but he never let go of your hand. Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun blamed himself a good bit for that night. He shouldn’t have let go of your hand, shouldn’t have let those cops take you. Now, as Yeonjun wrapped your legs around his waist, filling you up and making you feel so fucking good, Taehyun firmly held your hand. He would never let go again.

The boys took turns with you, drowning you in love and attention. They made you feel things beyond imagination and you basked in the warm glow that was them. You and your boys. The night didn’t end until you three were too exhausted to continue.

The next morning, you woke up between them, their warmth blanketing you as their limbs draped around your figure. You wanted more than anything to stay like this forever. But it was time to leave.

©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

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𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - 𝒮𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓈 🖤 ✧.*

-

This life would be a nightmare to others, but it is a dream come true to you. Your boys were your home. Going from motel to motel, surviving off gas station sandwiches and coffee, this was the life you chose. You chose them, the smell of tobacco once again making you feel safe.

The three of you ended up settling in a town far away, staying in a final motel. Taehyun got a job flipping burgers at a neighborhood diner. It didn’t take long for him to convince the owner to hire you on as a waitress. Yeonjun never said if he had a job or not, though there were occasions in which he’d disappear for hours at a time. But since moving here, he always had money, so no questions were asked.

A few months went by and you three finally moved into an apartment. It was a little cramped for the three of you, only a single bedroom, but you liked it. You liked the little couch Taehyun bought off his coworker, the mini fridge that was stuffed to the brim with takeout, the same two board games you three played because you couldn’t afford a tv yet. You loved making new memories here, forgetting your old, sad life.

That is, until Yeonjun didn’t come home one night.

You and Taehyun sat up all night for him, sitting close to each other on the small couch, eyes never leaving the door. Worried thoughts softly shared between the lengths of silence and hands held tight for comfort.

He didn’t come home until the next night, clothes tattered, a black eye, and bandaging all around his waist. Taehyun was furious. “What the fuck, Yeonjun?!” He grabbed the elder’s shoulders, taking in his roughed up face and bandages. “What happened? Where were you?”

Yeonjun was hesitant to speak. At least until his eyes met yours and noticed the shine of tears. Then finally, the elder sighed, ready to admit the truth.

Yeonjun was involved with drugs and has been for years. “A deal went wrong and the fucker stabbed me.” He glanced down at his waist, reliving the night. “Thankfully, my partner took them out before things could get worse.”

The two of you stared at him, processing the information. Taehyun wore a mix of hurt, anger, and fear. But it was you who spoke up first. “Why?” You squeaked.

Yeonjun was quiet for a moment, staring down at his knife wound. He took a deep inhale and you realized just how exhausted he looked. “They were the ones that shot at us that night.” His words turned your blood cold, remembering the night you three had met. You could still hear the dog snarling in your dreams sometimes. Then of course, the night you were forced away by gunshots and your boys were ripped away from you.

“So why would you join them?” Taehyun sneered, balled fists trembling in anger.

“They said they wouldn’t come after you two if I worked for them.” Yeonjun swept a hand through his messy locks. “We killed one of their friends, Taehyun. They wanted revenge. Back then, soon after I got out of the hospital, I got jumped. I guess they liked how I fought cause they offered me a job. In exchange, they would leave you two alone.” A long silence stretched into the night before Yeonjun sighed again. “It started with just little dime bags. I didn’t expect it to become this.”

When you saw the glistening in his eyes, you wrapped your arms around him. He was warm, alive, and that’s all you wanted to focus on. He continued his story, though his voice was strained. “When they heard I was leaving town, they told me they had a job for me here. I would have enough to support us, protect us. Finally give you two the lives you deserve. And I fucked it up.”

“Stop.” Yeonjun was caught off guard when you spoke. “You saved me, Yeonjun. Both of you did.” You looked at Taehyun, seeing the shadow of tears in his eyes.

Yeonjun took a deep breath in an attempt to collect himself, turning to Taehyun. “I’m sorry.”

Taehyun walked over, embracing you two tightly. “You’re a fucking idiot, Yeonjun.” You two glanced up at Taehyun, finding a smile teasing his lips. “You don’t need to sell drugs to support us anymore, especially not at such a risk.”

The night was long and full of tears. The three of you ended up in bed, just embracing and kissing until you fell asleep between them. Your light snoring kept you from hearing their whispered conversation.

“I’m sorry.” Yeonjun told Taehyun. “I have to meet with them again. To stop this.”

“Let me come with you.” Taehyun pleaded, eyeing the elder’s bandaged waist.

“No.” Yeonjun was stern with his reply. His eyes fell on your sleeping form between them. “Stay here and keep her safe. I’ll be back by morning.”

As he rose from the bed, but Taehyun grabbed the elder’s wrist. “But what if you don’t come back?”

Yeonjun faced Taehyun again, attempting a smile that the younger saw right through. “I will come back, I swear.”

-

Yeonjun met with them. A grimy little dock just outside of town, the elder arrived to meet two men. One was much younger and taller, standing behind the shorter man, gun in hand. Yeonjun ignored him, facing the shorter man dressed in a suit, eyes shaded by sunglasses. “I’m not your pawn anymore. I quit.”

“How many years has it been?” A smile ghosted the man’s face. “Did you forget you killed my friend?”

“Your friend was going to hurt my-.” Yeonjun almost snarled. He took a deep breath, composing himself. “And seven years of being your puppet should be enough. You said I just had to work for you, not actually join your gang. I worked my way up to be your best plug in the city. I went to so many parties and fights, I’ve gotten stabbed and shot countless times, I’ve fucking killed so many-,” another deep breath. “I’m done.”

Yeonjun stared the man down, waiting for a reply, while keeping the taller man within his peripherals. Finally, the man in the suit spoke. “You were meant for this life, y’know.”

Yeonjun hesitated for a second. “What do you mean?”

The man tilted his head. “I’ve seen many people who think they’re tough, just to put a gun in their hands and they shit themselves.” He laughed, taking a step closer. “But you, Yeonjun, you enjoyed it.”

Yeonjun let a moment linger before he responded. “I’m done.” The man simply nodded. “And don’t come after me or them.” Yeonjun’s eyes burned fiercely.

The man chuckled deeply. “Like I said, you were meant for this life. You find home in the chaos. Good luck escaping it.”

Yeonjun wanted nothing more than to pull the gun out of his waist and kill the despicable excuse for a human in front of him. Instead, he swallowed, and uttered his next words with upmost finality. “I have a chance to, finally. And I’m taking it.” And with that, Yeonjun turned to leave.

-

You awoke to find Taehyun sat on the edge of the bed, gun in hand, and Yeonjun nowhere to be seen. “Where is he?”

Taehyun sighed before responding, not looking at you. “He said he had to meet with them one last time. To end things.” You jumped up, throwing the blanket off of you. Taehyun watched as you pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. “What are you doing?”

“Going to help him.” You replied, lacing up your boots.

“He wants us to stay here.” Taehyun argued. “He said he’ll be back by morning.”

“Taehyun,” you exclaimed. “Do you really think they’re just going to let him go so easy?”

The younger stared at you for a moment before bowing his head in defeat. “Let’s go.”

You and Taehyun grabbed your weapons. Yeonjun had gifted you a knife. Taehyun got you a gun. You weren’t that sad scared little girl your parents ruthlessly brought into this world anymore. You were strong now. All thanks to your boys.

Now, not only did they protect you, but you could protect them.

-

As Yeonjun turned to leave, he heard the rumbling engine just before he saw the truck pull in. His face paled. No.

Taehyun shifted the vehicle to park, halting it. You two exited, running up to him.

“Yeonjun!” Your voice hit his ears, his blood running cold. No!

“Y/n, Taehyun!” Yeonjun yelled. “Get out of here!”

“Not without you!” Taehyun replied, taking hold of his gun from his waist.

The man chuckled behind Yeonjun. “It’s ok! They’re letting me-,” he cut off as you reached them and aimed your gun at the man. “Y/n, don’t!”

You held the gun without a tremble. The mysterious man eyed you curiously. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” He walked closer to you, until he was right in front of you, gun pressing into his chest. “Shoot.”

“Y/n…” Yeonjun warned. “They’re letting me walk away. Put the gun down.”

Your eyes never left the man, but after a moment you reluctantly lowered your gun. Until the man grabbed the barrel, pulling your aim to his head, just between his eyes. “Now, c’mon, Yeonjun.” He sneered, removing his glasses. His eyes were like two stones, completely void of emotion. “This girl is so eager, let’s see what she’s about. She might be of use to us.”

The man’s eyes bore into yours, Yeonjun watching the situation unfold. “Don’t involve her.” He snarled from behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist protectively.

“If I’m losing one of my best, I need to find a replacement.” The man said, eyeing you like a starving man faced with a hot meal. It made your skin crawl.

“Not her.” You felt his warmth next to you, his other hand resting on your shoulder.

“Then how about your little brother over there?” The man nodded towards Taehyun. “He’s a hell of a shot.” Taehyun nearly snarled, hand tightening on the gun at his side.

“Stop.” The authority of your voice cut through the air. Your eyes met the man’s, unwavering.

“Tell me, little girl,” the man sneered. “Have you ever killed before?”

“Don’t!” Yeonjun warned him.

You didn’t dare break eye contact, remaining silent. The man gave it a moment before tilting his head and continuing. “Do you even have it in you?”

“Enough!” Yeonjun lowered your arm, his free hand pushing the man aside. He guided you behind him swiftly, facing the man head on. “Let us go. I won’t cause any trouble.”

They stared for a while before the man finally answered. “You made a couple friends during your years with us. I’m sure you’ve made enemies too.” His eyes narrowed as he watched Yeonjun, amused. “You have my word that I will not pursue you, nor will I send anyone after you.”

Yeonjun nodded, opening his mouth to reply, but the man spoke again. “What my people do of their own free will is not of my control.”

Yeonjun reluctantly nodded, giving the man a final glare before turning to you. “Let’s go.”

“Until next time.” The man dismissed the group of you, eyes never leaving you in particular as he watched Yeonjun pull you away.

The three of you boarded the truck, Taehyun starting up the engine. Even driving miles away, you swear you could still feel those cold, beady eyes on you.

-

“We have to leave.” The first words Yeonjun said as the three of you entered your apartment. You and Taehyun didn’t argue. You three packed up the necessities without another word to each other.

After filling the truck with bags, Yeonjun started up the truck as you took your usual spot in the center, Taehyun sliding in behind you. Yeonjun drove to the landlord’s office a few minutes down the road, returning the key with some money and a sincere apology. Next, you stopped for gas. It was while Yeonjun was filling the truck that someone finally spoke.

“Where are we going, now?” Taehyun wondered aloud, staring out the window.

“Far away.” Yeonjun answered. He looked at Taehyun, then at you. Maybe he couldn’t provide you guys with the lives you deserved, but he will keep you two safe if it’s the last thing he does.

©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

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‼️ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ‼️ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ (ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ), ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴀɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵. ✧˚ · . ࿐

Starting over felt all too familiar. But that was it, wasn’t it? The three of you, the only thing you really knew how to do: to run away.

A few days on the road, another motel a few states over. After checking in, the three of you escaped to your room in a hurry. Taehyun locked the door behind you.

“I’m sorry,” Yeonjun started immediately.

“You’ve been giving unnecessary apologies the whole drive.” Taehyun replied, walking up to hold Yeonjun in a tight hug. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You stood close by, watching the two boys have their moment. Tears glistened in Yeonjun’s eyes; he was obviously trying to hold them back, but one escaped his soft lashes, twinkling as it slid down his cheek. You reached to wipe the tear before it fell to his jaw.

Yeonjun’s eyes met yours. You had never seen him so vulnerable, you almost didn’t know how to approach it. “You two were never supposed to be involved,” he near-whispered, sounding so defeated you felt your heart begin to break.

“Yeonjun.” He quieted, eyes locked with yours as you spoke. “Stop blaming yourself. We went by our own choice.” You watched the elder’s face, only now noticing how much older he looked. He was only 21, but his face was a kind of worn only brought on from a lifetime of struggles and stresses. “Stop blaming yourself for everything.”

Yeonjun pulled you into him suddenly and you wrapped your arms around his waist. It felt nice being the one he could lean on for once, instead of it always being the other way around. You held the boy while he silently cried into your shoulder. His shoulders shuddered as he tried not to sob into your shirt, your soothing hand caressing his back.

Taehyun joined the two of you, enveloping you both in a hug. “You’re human, Yeonjun.” He whispered. “And this world is cruel. You’ve already done more than enough for us. You’ve kept us safe and alive. Do not beat yourself up over the three of us living the lives we live.”

After a moment, Yeonjun’s shoulders stopped shaking. He pulled back slightly to get a good look at Taehyun. “I just wanted a normal life for you.” The elder’s eyes found yours. “For the both of you.”

His words caused something to take over you and you gripped the elder’s shoulders, forcing him to face you head on. “We chose this life, Yeonjun.” You caught Taehyun’s smile out the corner of your eye. “We chose each other. And not once have I regretted my choice.”

A surprise kiss on your cheek from Taehyun made you jump a little, Yeonjun giggling at your reaction. “You’re right,” he said, taking your hand in his own as Taehyun threw his arm around your shoulder. The elder’s eyes danced between the two of you. “We only need each other.” He brought your fingers to his plump lips, leaving a soft kiss that held every emotion he felt towards you.

Taehyun gave your shoulder a squeeze before making his way to the bed, perching himself on the edge. “So, what’s the plan?”

Yeonjun didn’t answer, his gaze remaining on your hand in his. You hated that his shoulders carried the weight of the world. Your free hand found its way to his face, smoothing the wrinkle between his brows. You caught the sliver of a smile on his lips at your gesture.

You turned to face Taehyun. “We keep moving.” The younger nodded, lying back onto the bed. You turned back to Yeonjun, leaning in closer, your voice just above a whisper. “We can try it again one day,” you offered. “A normal life. But for now, we keep on the run. We won’t stay anywhere for too long. We won’t let those fuckers find you.”

At your words, Yeonjun pulled you into a deep kiss. He let his lips convey his emotions and you accepted them all. The exhaustion, the appreciation, the tiny sparks of hope. Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers grasping his dark locks.

It was a moment before Yeonjun pulled away and you couldn’t help being a little breathless from the intensity of the kiss. He didn’t move far though, resting his forehead against yours and gazing into your eyes. His hands, warm and calloused, cupped your face. “I love you, Y/n.”

You don’t think you’ve ever smiled so genuinely before. “I love you too, Yeonjun.”

When the elder dropped his hands, you turned to Taehyun, who was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed. But you knew he wasn’t asleep.

You pecked Yeonjun on the lips then ran to the bed, jumping on Taehyun. His eyes widened but he quickly recovered from the surprise, flipping you over and swiftly pinning your arms above you. Neither of you could hold in your laughter. “And I love you, Taehyun.”

The younger smirked, leaning in to plant soft kisses along your neck until his lips reached your ear. “I love you too.”

The bed shifted as Yeonjun joined the two of you. His fingers ran through your hair, moving it off your neck to give Taehyun more room as the younger continued his ministrations. You shivered when you felt his tongue slip between his lips, tasting the expanse of your skin.

Yeonjun leaned down to kiss your forehead. “We’ll leave in the morning,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “But for tonight, let’s just forget about it all.”

You nodded and he kissed you properly, his hand on your cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin. You squeaked into his mouth as Taehyun nipped at the skin just under your jaw, but this only fueled the fire in Yeonjun. The elder’s hand encased your throat, lips attacking yours at a bruising pace, Taehyun decorating your shoulder in shades of pretty purple.

They never failed in riling you up. Both boys took pride in knowing exactly what buttons to push to have your body melting under their touch. Your whines and whimpers were a symphony to their ears.

Taehyun finally parted from your skin, pulling away to admire his work. As Yeonjun continued to kiss you, the younger’s hands roamed your body, slipping under your shirt. A soft groan escaped his throat when he felt the bare skin of your stomach. He’ll never get tired of your little shudders from his fingers grazing your smooth skin. “Fuck, Yeonjun.” Taehyun gasped.

The elder finally pulled away, blown out eyes meeting Taehyun’s. The younger used the opportunity to pull your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. His eyes were alight with arousal, calloused fingers coming to cup each one and pinch your nipples until they were hardened peaks. Yeonjun giggled at your whimpers, leaning down until his lips grazed your ear. “No matter how many times we fuck you, you’re always so sensitive,” he nearly growled as his teeth sucked on your earlobe.

Taehyun’s hands played with your breasts as his mouth wrapped around a nipple. Lips, teeth, and tongues devoured you from the two boys you loved and it was all driving you insane, your gasps and moans filling the air.

Yeonjun gripped your jaw suddenly, turning your face so that all you could see was him. His lips ghosted yours as he spoke. “Who do you belong to, Baby?”

Your brain was foggy thanks to the two of them, but you choked out an answer. “You.”

Taehyun slapped your thigh, popping his lips off your breasts with a growl. “Us.” His nimble fingers glided up your thigh until they found the spot that was burning between your legs. You cried out a pitiful moan as the younger rubbed you in tight circles over your jeans. “You are ours, do you understand?”

“Yes.” You squeaked. These boys were master musicians and you were their instrument. They knew your body, memorized every curve, and brought noises out of you that surprised even yourself.

Where one boy ended, the other began. Devouring you, claiming you. You would happily take whatever these two gave you. As much as life threw you to the wolves, you would never complain as long as you had these two. That first day of meeting them was the start of your life and you couldn’t, no - wouldn’t look back.

You turned to face the elder again, looking into Yeonjun’s pure eyes, seeing in them two things you had not known prior to meeting them.

Hope. And love.

With these two men and the bright rays they brought to your previously gray life, you could accomplish anything.

Losing all sense of patience, Taehyun worked to remove your jeans, nearly popping off the button. Yeonjun followed his lead and fully removed your shirt, making sure to drag his nails along your skin with the fabric. The younger admired the dark spot on your panties. “Yeonjun is right,” he whispered as his fingers circled your clothed clit. “You always get so wet for us. I fucking love it.”

The elder watched the two of you, an idea sparking in his mind. His fingers snaked around your throat and squeezed, forcing your gaze to stay on Taehyun. His voice suddenly took a darker tone as he spoke. “Tae, take her panties off.”

Taehyun didn’t even hesitate as he slid your panties off your legs. You wanted to be embarrassed at the slickness you felt as the fabric dragged down your thighs, but Yeonjun didn’t give you any time as he shifted you up onto his lap. His firm chest was warm against your back. One hand stayed put around your throat, but the other crawled between your thighs. He dipped his fingers into you briefly, admiring how wet you were before he gripped your inner thigh, opening your legs further.

His hot lips were against your ear. “Taehyun is going to make you feel so good, baby. I want you to watch him as he makes you cum.” You shuddered in his grip, feeling yourself clench around nothing at the anticipation. You nodded eagerly as your eyes met Taehyun’s.

The younger leaned in to peck a kiss to your lips before lowering his face to where you needed him. Yeonjun began kissing your shoulder at the same time Taehyun’s lips met your clit. You gasped and the fingers around your throat tightened even more.

This is it, you thought as the two boys devoured you. This is heaven and you will worship these boys with your entire being, for as long as you lived, if it meant you could remain between them forever.

Taehyun’s tongue danced through your folds, expertly bringing you to the edge, building up your climax. Two lithe fingers found your drenched entrance before sliding in to the knuckle. You bucked up into his mouth and were about to apologize before Yeonjun bit the junction of your neck and shoulder. Instead of words, you could only cry out in ecstasy.

“That’s it, beautiful.” Yeonjun growled. The hand around your neck slid up and his fingers gripped your jaw, making sure your eyes never left Taehyun. You watched as the younger kitten-licked your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you. “Don’t hold back, Y/n. Let Tae know how good he’s doing.”

Whatever sense of embarrassment you were still feeling completely dissipated at his words. Yeonjun’s arms wrapped around you tightly as you let your body ride Taehyun’s tongue and fingers, the warmth building in your stomach racing towards its peak.

Knowing your body like the back of his hand, Taehyun slipped a third finger into you. The stretch had you crying out, his fingers hitting that delicious spot inside you with every stroke, tongue flicking over your clit.

Yeonjun’s free hand massaged your breast and he chuckled against your cheek. “Come on, Angel.” His voice was dripping with an addicting mix of lust and love. “Make a pretty mess and cum on Taehyun’s tongue.”

His words along with Taehyun’s mitigations sent you flying into bliss. Stars decorated your vision as you screamed out, your body spasming in the elder’s grip. Yeonjun kissed your neck and cheek as your orgasm ripped through you. Taehyun kept pumping into you, letting you ride out your high.

Taehyun could’t lie, making you cum was his favorite hobby. He could watch you come undone forever, your cute face scrunching up and your eyes rolling back, because of him. “Yeonjun,” he spoke, voice slightly raspy as he watched you come down from your high. “Can I have her first? Please?” The younger’s tent in his pants was growing painful. He had to have you, now.

Yeonjun gave a low chuckle. It snapped you back to reality, turning your face to catch the predatory look in his dark eyes. “Oh, I actually thought we would share tonight.”

Your gaze returned to Taehyun. You have no idea how his eyes could’ve possibly grown darker, but you watched as the deepest shade of lust came over them as he realized what Yeonjun was implying.

The elder gripped your jaw again, turning your face to his so he could properly read you for any sign of hesitation. “Is that what you want, Baby?” He pecked a kiss to your cheek. “Want Taehyun and I to both fill those pretty holes of yours?” You felt as if your breath had been stolen from you. The idea turned you on more than you’ve ever experienced. You tried to nod in his grip, but the elder tsk-ed at you, eyes boring into yours like he was trying to read your thoughts. “I need words, my love. I need to know you really want this.”

Your heart warmed at his words and you shifted in his lap so you could lean in to plant a firm kiss to his plump lips. “Yes, please, Yeonjun.” You gasped against his mouth. “I want to feel you both.” You felt him smirk against your lips.

Taehyun grasped your shoulders then, pulling you into a scorching kiss. Pressing up against his firm chest, you noticed he was completely naked now. Your fingers traced down his abs, making him gasp into the kiss. It made you feel good knowing you had as much an effect on them as they did on you.

Your hand found Taehyun’s member, he felt so hard you couldn’t blame him for his impatience. You stroked him languidly, savoring the feeling of his length. But Taehyun wasn’t wasting any more time. He bit your lip before breaking the kiss, lying down and using his strength to position you on top of him, chest to chest. You gasped as you felt his tip at your entrance, waiting for the delicious stretch as he entered you. But Taehyun hesitated, keeping you above him as you felt fingers - Yeonjun’s fingers - reach your dripping core. He collected your wetness on his fingertips, trailing them to your asshole. The sensation had you mewling against the younger’s neck and he tightened his grip on your hips.

Yeonjun carefully pushed a slick finger into your tight hole. You cried out into Taehyun’s neck. He almost called out to stop Yeonjun before feeling your pussy dampen even more and clench around his tip. God, you were going to be the death of him. It took every ounce of Taehyun’s willpower to keep from pounding into you right now. “Fucking hell, Baby” the younger growled. “You’re dripping down my dick.”

Yeonjun slowly slid his finger in and out of your hole until he felt confident that your body was relaxing to his touch. He readied a second finger, his free hand coming up to your shoulder and scratched a trail down your back. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears. “Go ahead, Taehyun.”

The younger immediately lowered you onto his length, finally getting to feel your wet warmth envelope him. “Fuck.” He gasped into your hair. “That’s it, Babygirl.” Taehyun encouraged you as you sat on his cock. The stretch was already amazing, but paired with Yeonjun working two fingers into your other hole, you were on cloud nine. You don’t know how much longer you were going to last already, whimpering into Taehyun’s neck as words have completely abandoned you.

Taehyun let you adjust to him, petting your head tenderly. Without seeing your face, he could tell you were already completely fucked out, and he was going to make sure him and Yeonjun took good care of you.

Yeonjun fit a third finger into your hole, pumping them into you and as he watched Taehyun hold you. His heart was full in this moment. The two of you were Yeonjun’s entire world, and he would give the world to you two if only he could. He stilled his fingers as he felt you start to grind against the younger, pulling them out.

You whined out, both at Taehyun finally moving and hitting the heavenly spots inside you and at the loss of contact behind you.

Yeonjun gave you a moment longer to grind on Taehyun’s dick as he undressed himself, listening to the symphony of your moans. When he climbed back on the bed, his hand smacked Taehyun’s thigh. The younger stilled, reluctantly to the both of you, but it was time.

Yeonjun lined himself up with your pink hole. You tried to shift your ass up more, whimpering as it caused Taehyun to hit a new spot inside you. One of Yeonjun’s large hands spread your cheek, his other coming to collect more of your juices. His fingers dancing around where you and Taehyun connected had the three of you reeling.

“You ready for us both to fill you up, Baby?” Yeonjun purred, coating your hole with your own slick and pushing his tip against your hole. You moaned out, completely gone. Yeonjun snickered at the state you were in, the state him and Taehyun put you in. You were there’s and they would be sure to always remind you of that.

“Yeonjun, hurry up.” Taehyun grunted. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” Yeonjun didn’t argue as he eased himself into your ass. The bliss that enveloped him, inch by inch, was everything he could’ve wanted and more. You were so tight.

You screamed into the younger’s sweat-decorated skin as Yeonjun entered you opposite Taehyun. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever imagined. You felt so full, so complete, so owned by the both of them. It was euphoric. What you thought was heaven earlier didn’t come close to this.

Taehyun kissed your head as he felt tears against his skin. “You okay, Babygirl?” You nodded, using the last of your strength to kiss his collarbones. If Taehyun’s ear wasn’t centimeters from you, he would’ve completely missed your small, strained “Please.”

Taehyun smiled, immediately returning to gently bucking up into you. Yeonjun felt the younger as he moved inside you and began to rock himself as well, finding a rhythm that had you wailing in their arms.

In this moment, neither boy couldn’t care less who heard them outside these thin walls. In fact, the thought of everyone in this grimy motel knowing you were making these noises because of them, that thought egged the boys on even more.

Your high hit you faster than you wanted, erupting through your veins like a powerful drug. You cried out, but that didn’t stop the boys as they kept using your holes to their liking. As you rode out your high, what remained of your jumbled thoughts connected into a small realization: these boys were your drug. You were addicted to them and you were completely shameless in admitting that. You needed them.

Taehyun came first his body stiffening under you, letting out a predatory growl as he marked your insides, claiming you. Yeonjun’s movements began stuttering behind you. He normally lasts much longer, but you were so tight and this was so hot. With one last, long stroke, he pulled out and pumped his dick twice before shooting his cum onto your back.

It took a moment before the three of you could catch your breaths. Taehyun’s hand came to pet your hair and he pecked a kiss to your forehead. “That was…holy shit.”

You giggled in his arms. You felt the bed shift as Yeonjun got up. You were too wiped to move, completely limp on Taehyun’s chest, and you were grateful for his arms cradling you. Yeonjun returned a moment later and you felt him cleaning your back with a towel, pressing soft kisses along your spine as he did so.

You fought to keep your heavy eyelids from closing, but Taehyun’s even breathing and warmth made it difficult to not give in to your exhaustion. Yeonjun suddenly appeared again, towel gone as he crawled onto the bed and pulled you both into a hug. “I love you guys. More than anything. More than life itself.”

You felt Taehyun giggle. “We love you too, you crazy bastard.” Yeonjun lightly swatted at the younger’s head.

The complete bliss of the moment, the warmth and safety your boys provided you, it all finally took over you as you drifted to sleep. A few words kept repeating in your mind as you welcomed the darkness: your boys. Your runaways. Your everything.

This was the life you all chose. And this was the life you would continue to choose every single day as long as it kept the three of you together, forever. You would runaway for eternity, never to experience a normal life, and you would happily do so. With a hand in each of theirs, you would run and never look back.

©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.