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Children screaming, loud bangs, adults yelling, inhumane noises could be heard from inside the school. Outside, the police car's siren, parents wailing and strangers gossiping. The officers were thrashing around, trying to find a route to enter the red zone. Little boys and girls, kids half an adult’s height were inside, terrified, shivering, crying for their mothers.
Joshua winced, hearing a man in fresh navy blazer calm the shooters through the loudspeaker. It rang directly into his ears, he wondered if those animals had even heard it. Beasts, he called them. Why should he not when they didn't even show mercy to such little angels. Just like how he has one, his little angel.
“What's happening there?”
Joshua looked down to see his little angel looking up to him, he gave him a warm smile.
“Nothing for you to worry about, Jeonghan-ah,” pulling him up, and taking him in his arms. He gave a slight peck to his cheek, “I told you to close your ears, didn't I?”
Jeonghan pouted, cheeks sort of red because of the chilled weather. “My hands are not big enough!”
The little angel likes to lie too, Joshua chuckled. “Mhm, I'll help you cover them then,” he tucked Jeonghan's face under his jacket, his cold cheeks touching Joshua's warm clothed chest. Jeonghan purred, immediately pliant, and close to sleeping. He's tired, Joshua patted his head gently, eyes moving to the cramped area of various vehicles parked, to his car.
Uh, not exactly his. Choi Seungcheol’s, his provider. His eyes locked with Seungcheol who was staring at them from the driver’s seat. Joshua understood what that gaze meant— get back, right now —he rushed back, ignoring the blaring commotion behind him. What was he thinking? With all those adults beside them, what could a child like him have done? He hoped Seungcheol hadn't caught his expressions.
The engine buzzed to life as soon as Joshua sat with Jeonghan in the rear seat. The boy was fast asleep, snoring peacefully in his arms. Joshua put him in a comfortable position in his lap, undoing his jacket more so he can perfectly cover Jeonghan.
“Won't you catch a cold?”
He flinched from the sudden deep voice, Seungcheol hadn't talked much since morning so his vocal cords were kind of rough. Though Joshua rarely gets to hear him, he still wasn't used to it.
“...Don't worry, sir,” Joshua closed his eyes, also bowing slightly as an apology for lazying around earlier outside.
Seungcheol hummed, calloused fingers gripping ever so slightly on the steering wheel, and driving ever so slowly. Joshua noticed how Seungcheol's thumb traced the edge of the wheel, nail digging into the thin cushion covering it. Then his eyes wandered to the mirror at the top of the windshield, and found himself pinned by the jarring gaze. Joshua looked away to the side window, flustered from the attention. Since when? He squinted, thinking of admiring the greenery.
Why was he looking at me? Is he mad at me because of...But he talked to me. He was worried about my health too. And we made so many eye contacts today.
Joshua was an orphan for how long he could remember. When he was a little baby, he would heard stories of fairies abandoning bad kids. Kids who won't listen to elders, who won't eat on time, or sleep early. Little Shua knew right then that why he was so unlucky with his life. The fairy knew Shua would grow up to be a frail kid, who won't even eat one meal properly, with no sleep on some nights at all. But what Shua could have done, it was not his fault that nightmares were so scary and he was terrified to even close his eyes. For that his health deteriorated, and nobody cared enough to even talk it out of him.
Orphanage life was the only worst he could have thought of.
Because after that came his saviour, Seungcheol, a man in his late twenties, a single parent, with a kid of barely four years old. When Seungcheol adopted him, he was still very young, a teenager learning his puberty. When he finally set foot on Choi's threshold, he was astonished. A mansion so big, bigger than the orphanage. All the children, who were abandoned by the fairy, could live here. Joshua felt, for the first time ever, ecstasy run through him.
Joshua got to know more about Seungcheol through the servants, or the occasional guests that came. Being there for a while, he started to understand the fact that he was not exactly adopted as a second son, but more like a babysitter for the first. So when there was nothing more useful to hear from outsiders, he started working his way through random pictures of the family in the guise of playing with the child.
A photo frame in Seungcheol’s office. It was Joshua’s last attempt in sneaking and he finally succeeded, just to see a picture prized on the work desk. A beautiful woman, long hair reaching her hips, wearing a stunning magenta dress. She looked pale like a moon, slender and tall, with a smile that radiated warmth as of a sun. Though Joshua felt nothing that sort of, his lungs contracted, he felt cold all over. Ofcourse, someone as handsome as Seungcheol would have a woman as magnificent as her. She is perfect, something Joshua can never be.
She was probably much older than him too, yet Joshua couldn't hide the jealousy seethed in him. Is she the reason Seungcheol wouldn't look at me? Though Joshua never had seen her in this mansion. Does she live somewhere else? The question bugged his mind, eating up his brain. Sixteen year old Joshua couldn't sleep that night, having the same course of nightmares again, it never left him.
After a few days, Seungcheol himself invited Joshua into his office. At first, he showed him around, keeping his eyes on the little boy. Then, put on a video—a footage of a cctv camera—of Joshua scrambling through his things. The boy blushed, running his head through variety of excuses, of any lie he could think of but none came to his mind, all lame or overused. He blabbered and mumbled nonsense until the mush state of his mind itself got stopped by Seungcheol's next words.
“What you were staring at, was a picture of my wife,” Seungcheol pinched his forehead, sighing in exhaustion. “she's dead.”
Joshua stilled, his eyes widened in disbelief, searching for Seungcheol's, hidden under his bangs. How…? he wanted to ask, but couldn’t move his lips anymore. His eyes dropped to the frame on the desk once again. He hadn't noticed earlier but there was a baby holding her leg, standing but also hiding behind her. She is his mother, huh...Hannie looks so small here. A sudden warmth spread into his chest, a feeling that he thought the woman also was feeling in that moment of the picture.
Few more minutes and he left the room to Seungcheol alone, by himself.
The ride to home was as silent as Joshua had thought it to be. Jeonghan was still asleep in his arms, snoring with the occasional pats Joshua gave him. Through the window, the big Choi mansion came to view and Joshua sighed in relief. His hands hurt.
“You could have put him on the seat,” Seungcheol unbuckled his seatbelt, the engine roaring back to silence. “No need to mother him all the time.”
Joshua swore he felt Jeonghan's arm tighten around his waist. He nodded, “I will… think of it.”
Seungcheol sighed, which did concern Joshua. He was already thinking of apologies. “Look Jisoo,” using his government name, “I understand you feel much closer to Jeonghan but you need to maintain a distance now. Give my son a space to be alone.” but it's Jeonghan who clings all the time. “I'm not saying this because you're an outsider,” Joshua closed his eyes, “I would have said the same to his mother too.” His fingers itched to scratch onto something, “I don't want my only son to have issues.”
Seungcheol left the car with a loud bang.
Joshua flinched, eyes closed, parted lips inhaling and exhaling cold and warm air respectively. His lungs constricted, hands moving down to his inner thighs but not reaching because of the weight on his lap. Joshua immediately opened his eyes.
Jeonghan was looking up to him. Big eyes with long lashes, “Father doesn't like you,” thin lips adoring his rosy cheeks smiling a little, like an angel.
Deeper—more—need more—don’t stop—
Joshua always had nightmares, but some days it changed into dreams, wet dreams. Fantasies of being pinned to the wall by strong arms, getting ravaged all night, his insides wrecked by a cock.
Seungcheol—I need you—please—oh god—
His thoughts were mushed, limbs slumped over the sheets, whole body rocked up and down from the rhythm of the man pounding into him. Joshua's vision blurred from all the tears, lashes wet and heavy to just get close.
Cheol—
“Thinking of someone else?” A sweet voice, with a slight terror of growl, woke him up. How long has he been getting fucked? He could swear his rear body is numb by now.
“...no…” the words uttered out by him were raspy, close to a breathy moan.
“Lying again, are you?” The cock drove deeper in him with a sharp force.
“Ahh, no I swear I am n–nghh,” Joshua sobbed. “Please…”
“Please what, Joshuji?”
The silly nickname given to him pierced into his heart, especially knowing what position he was in. Under who he was.
“...please,” Joshua tried to hide his face under his forearm, “let me come…Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan's lips twitched, curling into a smile. “But I'm nowhere near. You don't want us to come together?” His lower lip jutted out a little, trying to make it obvious he was sad.
“It's not that but…” Joshua quivered when he felt Jeonghan grow even bigger inside of him. “I…I really need to. My insides are tingling…” He felt pathetic, begging like this and to someone much younger than him. But the ring around his own lithe cock made it possible. He was red, and it hurt, this was torture.
“Just a little more, darling.”
Placing Joshua's long tanned leg over his shoulder, Jeonghan leaned forward, bending Joshua in half.
“Ah, ahh, wait,” Joshua begged, coughing from the sudden cut of oxygen, face flushed and itchy, nails digging into Jeonghan's back. Even screaming felt too hard like this.
“Huuu, Jisoo, look at this,” Joshua was not breathing, couldn’t focus on it. So Jeonghan pushed two of his fingers deep into his throat, allowing it to inhale and exhale. “I'm…so deep inside you. It's like we are one.”
What is he saying, Joshua couldn't comprehend any of those words getting whispered into his ears. It was all intense, the pleasure injected into him, not being able to orgasm, his prostate getting hit again and again by,
“Seuncheol...”
Jeonghan abruptly stopped, twitching from what he heard. His eyes bored into Joshua's face, analysing. His fingers were getting sucked by the vicious tongue around it, the tongue which dared to utter other's name. He shoved his fingers deeper, making Joshua flunch and falter in his breathing. It was like he was scissoring Joshua's mouth, nails scraping the carven, warm walls engulfing him deeper. Jeonghan wanted to fuck his filthy mouth.
“You still don't understand, huh?” Jeonghan sat up again, his cock plastered to Joshua's ass. And pulled his fingers out with a sloppy wet pop, covered with thick warm saliva.
Vision started to return to Joshua as soon as Jeonghan's weight got up from him. He felt himself regaining his senses, and stammered, blushing furiously. “J-jeonghan?”
“Tch, just how many fucking times” Jeonghan's fingers dug onto Joshua's thighs as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, “do I have to remind you that I'm not my father?” And pushed it completely in, hitting the sweetest spot. Joshua saw stars, white dots tickling his dark orbs. His throat hurt from all the screaming, screaming the name of the man above him, thrusting into him with fervency.
“Jeon, Jeonghan, wait, I, I feel weiiird, mwait!”
“Do you really think my father can treat you better than me? Fuck you this good? Do you think he even cares?”
Joshua cried, eyes closed, moaning without any restraint.
“Why…fu,” Jeonghan slowed down his pace, leaning down to give a tender kiss on Joshua's cheek. And whispered every so gently, “Why are you so stubborn? Why can't you understand that…”
As the movement slowed down to silence, Joshua finally pried open his eyes, noticing how Jeonghan was hiding near his neck. His fluffy hair tickling his chin, Joshua sniffled, it smelled of fresh shampoo, making him want to caress or pat.
“That Seungcheol hates you.” Jeonghan spitted it out like a venom built in, but heard a chuckle. Squinting his eyes, he lifted his head up and glared at the giggling Joshua. “What? Do I need to repeat myself? My father hat–mph?” his words got cut off by the palm over his mouth.
“Hush, I get it.”
Biting the soft palm over his mouth, Jeonghan continued, “No you don't. That man doesn't come home anymore. He doesn't care about you, hell not even me, his son, but you still think of him. You want him.”
“No I don't.”
“You do.”
“No…” Joshua sighed, he always felt defeated whenever Jeonghan acted stubborn so agreeing to him was the best possible situation, but he needed to clear this. “He's an old man now Jeonghan.”
“That doesn't change the fact you like him.” There was a big pout on the manchild above him.
“And as you said my feelings were never reciprocated.”
Jeonghan groaned, he looked like he wanted to cry.
“Jeonghan-ah… it was just a silly crush,” He was embarrassed to admit it, “years ago at that.” His face was getting heated up with each word.
He heard Jeonghan huff above him, “Yeah a silly crush on a man who’s almost two decades older than you.”
You cannot be the one saying that, Joshua wanted to utter it out loud but decided to keep quiet for his mental peace. “Uh… can you, uhm, remove that now?”
“Remove what?”
“Urghh, that… that ring…” his hands tightened around Jeonghan's shoulder. And seeing him like this, Jeonghan smirked.
Smug, evil line adoring his lips, “Sure but one condition.”
“...what is it?” Joshua narrowed his eyes to look up at him, teeth gritting in frustration mixed with humiliation.
“Say... you want me to fill you up,” huh? “Scream my name with it, tell me how much you want me to be deep inside you.” If Joshua had any control over this situation, he would definitely pull Jeonghan's ears.
He decided to comply, lips puffing out warm breath of air. His cheeks red, Joshua hadn't realised how much he was trembling till now. His wrist flicked down and Jeonghan expected he would receive a slap on his head, but his breath hitched when he saw Joshua pressing his stomach. Pressing the bulge which had formed because of Jeonghan's cock.
It's twitching in me, Joshua hissed. Moving his finger just slightly more up the bulge, and whispered, “I need you this deep inside of me. Right here,” his voice tingled into Jeonghan's mind, crushing the hazy train of thoughts “Fuck me, fill me up, Jeonghan.”
“Yeahh…” Jeonghan breathed out, it sounded more like a whimper of a shivering puppy. He felt his blood run hot all down to his abdomen, reaching his balls, he groaned. “I love you, I fucking love you.”
Joshua hummed along, caressing Jeonghan's head, when suddenly he got lifted up. Straddling Jeonghan's lap, with this new position he felt the erection even deeper inside him. He didn't think it would be possible, Joshua felt himself getting knocked out. Toes curling, he moaned, head heavy and floating.
He was kissed by Jeonghan, hugged by Jeonghan, fucked by Jeonghan. Something Seungcheol would never do to Joshua. Waves of electricity flowed through him, reaching his groin, Joshua heard buzzing sounds in his brain.
You will never be a mother to him.
Because of you, he has issues.
It's all because of you.
I should have never brought you here.
You are crazy.
Joshua grabbed Jeonghan's jaw, taking his attention, it made Jeonghan stop his thrusting.
“I love you, Jeonghan-ah.” Joshua kissed him.