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jisung rode his bike in the pale autumn moonlight. bedroom pop was blasting through his airpods. his backpack, which was slung over his shoulder, was beginning to feel heavier and heavier. when he left the grocery store there was at least a little bit a daylight left. he hated how far away jeno's apartment was from his, but for his lover the distance didn't matter.
the two met in high school. jisung was a sophomore, jeno was a senior. now jeno's a sophomore in college and jisung's the senior. how ironic.
the younger of the two would've never expected jeno to ever find interest in him back. but that's a story for another time.
when jisung reached jeno's apartment complex, he tied his bike to the bike rack as quickly as he could. immediately after, he sprinted up the staircase all the way to the 13th floor. he knocked on the door, visibly out of breath. jeno opened it and leaned on the doorway. "
you're late, princess," he cooed, grabbing the shorter boy by the waist and pulling him in for a kiss. jisung was still breathing heavily, but he allowed his eyes to flutter shut. he never got over how experienced jeno was at all this. maybe he was made for shit like this. he groaned a little before jeno pulled away.
jisung finally got a better look at his lover. his jet-black hair looked half wet, half dry. like he'd just gotten out of the shower. he wore a tight black tank top that showed off his muscles amazingly, paired with baggy grey sweatpants and white nike socks. the younger boy had very dark blue hair. so dark that in the wrong lighting, you wouldn't even be able to tell he dyed it just for his boyfriend. just because jeno said it would suit him.
he wore a loose black essentials shirt and paired it with blue jeans. the same outfit he wore to school earlier that day. jisung's ears turned a deep red after admiring all this for a second. but he knew better than to show jeno that his looks alone turned him on.
you see, jisung's not necessarily a bottom. his relationship with jeno, however, was under the consensus that jeno would never be a bottom and that jisung was his little princess, his doll. jisung hated it at first, hell he still resents it a little now, but anything to be with the boy he'd consider his first love.
"admiring me?" jeno teased. jisung put on his poker face and shook his head before wrapping his arms around the older's neck. jeno immediately wrapped his arms around jisung's waist, essentially accepting the hug. "i missed you" jisung sighed out. "mhm, i missed you too." after disconnecting from the hug, jeno ruffled the shorter boy's hair and took him by the hand into the large apartment.
jisung dropped his backpack on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch. "i bought groceries." he said, motioning to his backpack. "thanks, lovely." jeno responded, picking up the bag and entering his kitchen.
jisung loved being at jeno's house. he admired the huge windows and how you could basically see all of seoul from them. jeno's parents were exceptionally wealthy as you could guess, buying him the nicest apartment they could find after their only son graduated at the top of his class. jeno would rather spoil jisung with the latest designer clothes and new phones than buy himself groceries. not that his parent's allowance wasn't enough but because he was lazy. so jisung took it upon himself to help out.
"are your legs still purple, babe?" jeno hummed while putting ramen away in his cupboards. "a little," jisung mumbled, pulling his jeans down to his ankles and inspecting his thighs and calves. he had purple love bites and hickeys all over them. jeno looked over from the kitchen and smirked, he shook his head and continued to put the food away.
"what'd your parents say, hm? did they like em?" jeno teased.
jisung rolled his eyes. jeno was mean. he knew jisung's parents were homophobic and he'd probably be forced to confide in jeno if they ever found out about their son's sexuality and eventually kicked him out of their home. from the outside looking in, jeno probably looked like the perfect boyfriend. but jisung knew who he was. what kind of guy he was.
"yeah, they loved it." jisung said sarcastically, pushing his jeans off of his legs with his feet. he then pulled his knees to his chest and grabbed the remote, finding something to play in the background when they'd eventually have sex.
"mm, i don't like sarcasm, jisung. i don't appreciate your rebelliousness all of a sudden. i saw that eye roll, love." jeno said, returning to the living room and dropping the backpack on the coffee table once again. he sat at his lover's feet and faced him. "go on, ji, test me" he was waiting.. just waiting for jisung to give him petty back talk like he'd been doing lately.
"what? i can't have regular conversations with you?" jisung scoffed. "how annoying." it was times like this when jisung's real personality came out. he wasn't made to be a princess or anyone's doll. sometimes it just felt that god wanted him to be dominant and not some guy's slut. it was times like this when he got sick of pretending. even so, he was crazy for testing jeno. cause he knew jeno wasn't the person to be tested. not today, not ever.
jeno chucked dryly before suddenly lunging at the boy and ripping him off the couch by his hair. "OW! JEN, MY HAIR! PLEASE-"
"are you feeling defiant or are you just stupid, you fucking brat."
"NEITHER! LET GO," he grabbed jeno's wrists as lightly as he could while also bearing with the pain. the two had been together long enough for jisung to know that any further bold actions while jeno was in this state would push him over the edge.
the taller boy basically dragged him by his blue hair all the way to the bedroom. it too had huge windows and a dark ambiance. the warm toned sunset lamp in jeno's room was already turned on. either he was as mysterious as he came off or he'd been anticipating this. he threw the younger boy onto the bed and pulled out a box with all sorts of things a teenager would use for self harm. the contents had only been used on jisung once before when he dared to argue with jeno. the teenager's eyes widened as he watched jeno pick through several different blades with an irritated expression. he wasn't afraid of getting cut. matter of fact, jisung doubted he was afraid of anything.
tears welled up in his eyes. "jeno.. baby please don't do this." he whispered in the calmest voice he could muster, refusing to look weak. "we can talk about it, we can have sex, you can ruin me. why would you want to hurt me?"
jeno didn't even look up at him. "shut up. this is the only way you'll learn."
jisung didn't know how to argue, or whether or not he should. he closed his eyes and waited. soon enough, the elder chose his blade of choice and slowly climbed onto his lover. resting his legs on either side of his body and pulling up his shirt. jisung opened his eyes slowly. "jen..."
"you were being bad. bad boys deserve punishments." he whispered, intertwining his fingers with the boy under him with one hand and cutting his stomach with the other one. jisung winced and choked on a sob, allowing tears to pour out of his eyes.
he went slow, making sure his lines were perfect. because jeno was sort of a perfectionist. maybe his problem was that he expected jisung to be perfect too. he never looked up to see how his boyfriend was doing because he knew it'd make him want to stop. jeno was brutal by choice.
he stopped halfway and stared at his work. "you good?" he asked. jisung didn't respond so he continued.
"fuck.." jisung whispered, looking down, hoping to catch a glimpse of what jeno was writing. last time it said, 'slut' , it was on his inner thigh though. he wondered what degrading word jeno would mark on his body this time.
"i'm done, baby." jeno said, releasing jisung from his grip and putting the blade away so he wouldn't hurt jisung or himself any further. "go look at yourself in the mirror."
jisung sighed in relief. he didn't have to move too much since jeno had a huge mirror on the wall in front of his bed installed so he and jisung could look at themselves during sex. he lifted his shirt up once again and read the words that were marked deeply on his body.
'jeno's doll.'