An Alternative to Getting Beat Up

After Youngjae lost yet another fight spectacularly, Park Mooyul and his fucking shadow showed up in the sick bay afterwards.

Mooyul came and stood over the bed, wearing an expression of intent concern. ‘You can’t keep doing this,’ he said.

Youngjae turned his head away. ‘Since when do you care?’

‘It’s a risk,’ Jaekyu said. Backing Mooyul up. As if they’d discussed Youngjae together and come to some sort of decision.

‘I’m the one with the cracked ribs,’ Youngjae said. ‘What is this?’ It wasn’t like Jaekyu hadn’t bashed him up himself; you’d think the bastard would be happy. Youngjae was getting what they all thought he deserved.

‘I asked around,’ Mooyul said. ‘You kept provoking them.’

Youngjae kept silent.

‘Are you trying to get beat up now?’

‘So what?’ Youngjae said. Outside the sky was grey. The other boys were getting their ears reamed by the principal.

He saw the reflection of Jaekyu look at Mooyul.

‘You can’t crack up now,’ Mooyul said. As if a saint like Mooyul had any idea.

‘Afraid I’m going to blab?’ Youngjae said. He kept looking out the window. ‘It’s my ass on the line too.’

‘That might’ve meant something, before,’ Mooyul said. He sat on the edge of the bed, and Youngjae glanced toward him. He looked so serious. It was some trick, that a guy like him could always look like he gave a damn.

Mooyul drew his lips together, his expression unbearably soft. And then he leaned over and hugged Youngjae.

Youngjae didn’t know what to do. His heart ramped up as fast as if Mooyul had punched him. ‘What the hell?’ He didn’t need Mooyul to hold him. Youngjae shoved him on the shoulder. ‘My ribs.’

Mooyul leaned back.

‘What the hell?’ Youngjae said again.

Jaekyu took a step closer to the bed, and Youngjae flinched. His heart was still thundering.

‘You can’t keep doing this,’ Mooyul said, drawing Youngjae to meet his eyes. Youngjae hated him.

‘Or what, you’ll hug me to death?’

A flicker of a smile crossed Mooyul’s face. ‘Hopefully not,’ he said.

They left him, then. But Youngjae’s heart wouldn’t slow down.

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The next time, Youngjae escaped with only a bloody nose and some bruises. It still hurt him to breathe too deeply, but that was from the last time.

He was in his room, lying on the bed, when Park Mooyul and the others found him.

‘Wow, you got beat up again,’ Mireu said. ‘You must really be trying hard.’

It was hardly worth responding to.

‘You know, if you just want someone to hit you for a bit ...’ Mireu held his hands out. ‘I’m more than happy to help.’

‘Kang Mireu, leave him alone,’ Mooyul said.

‘So bossy,’ Mireu said. He sat on Youngjae’s desk.

Maybe Youngjae could ignore them and they’d go away.

‘Would it help?’ Jaekyu asked.

‘Would what help?’ Youngjae lay on the bed with his eyes closed, but when he felt someone standing over him, he opened them. It was Mooyul. ‘Why would you even want to help?’

‘Because you’re a risk like you are,’ Chihoon said. ‘But we could try things other than fighting.’

‘Other –?’ Youngjae sat up. ‘Unless it involves drinking, which I would like to see you try …’

‘We weren’t thinking of drinking.’

‘Might make it easier though,’ Kangmo said.

‘Kang Mireu’s fixed the cameras,’ Mooyul said. ‘So you don’t have to worry about that.’

‘Look at him, he’s getting more worried.’

They weren’t making any sense. Youngjae didn’t know what they had in mind, but he was sure he wouldn’t like it.

‘You just need to relax,’ Mooyul said. He sat down next to Youngjae and placed a hand on his back.

Youngjae wondered if he was going to get hugged again. Which wasn’t the worst thing, honestly.

Chihoon went and locked the door, and then stood back against it, as if he were guarding it. Guarding against whom?

‘What is this –?’

‘Shh,’ Mooyul said. And he leaned forward and he kissed Youngjae on the lips.

Youngjae heard someone make a surprised noise. It might have even been him. Mireu wolf-whistled.

Youngjae yanked himself back, but Mooyul laid a hand on his thigh, as if to steady him, and it was so disconcerting that Youngjae was speechless.

Kangmo sat on his other side.

‘This wasn’t my idea,’ he said. ‘Just saying. I voted against it.’

‘You voted what?’

‘You might want to gag him,’ Chihoon said from the doorway.

‘Hang on –’ Youngjae stood up, to back away, but Jaekyu met him and pushed him back down by the shoulders.

‘Sorry about this,’ Jaekyu said.

‘I’m not,’ Kangmo said.

Youngjae did try and lash out then, but Mooyul grabbed his arms behind him and Jaekyu shoved his mouth full of fabric and tied it back around his head.

Youngjae struggled, but Mooyul and Kangmo held him together. Mireu just sat back and watched them, amused.

‘Stop wriggling,’ Mooyul said.

‘Maybe he wants someone to hold him down the whole time,’ Kangmo said. ‘Am I right?’

‘Jaekyu, you better go first.’

Go first –?

Jaekyu nodded. And he got down on his knees in front of the bed, in front of Youngjae.

Youngjae went still. Maybe he should have struggled harder – he probably could have gotten a good hit in – but he went still.

He met Mireu’s eyes briefly, as Jaekyu unzipped his pants, and then he closed his eyes, because he didn’t want to see Mireu’s expression.

Jaekyu pulled his cock out. Youngjae tried to jerk back, but he was held tight. Jaekyu fondled him, his touch awkward, but Youngjae’s dick didn’t care.

It was completely messed up. He whimpered in the back of his throat, and someone, probably Mooyul, brushed back his hair, and then Jaekyu put his mouth on Youngjae’s dick and Youngjae tried to struggle again; not because it was bad but because it felt good. It shouldn’t have felt good.

Mooyul shifted on the bed beside him, holding his arms more tightly and whispering hushing noises in his ear.

It wasn’t fair. Youngjae wasn’t a pervert, and it wasn’t fair of them to gang up on him like this and make him into one. It sounded obscene, Jaekyu sucking on his dick, his mouth wet, tongue lapping at him.

Youngjae peeked his eyes open, just a little. It was even hotter, somehow, to see Jaekyu’s head in his lap. He closed his eyes again.

‘You don’t have to be so attentive,’ Kangmo said. ‘It’s not like he’d return the favour.’

Jaekyu didn’t do anything like respond, which Youngjae was reluctantly grateful for.

He could feel Mooyul’s cock against his back now. If this was what Mooyul liked, then Youngjae was going to have to reevaluate his interpretation of his relationship with Eunsung.

He was going to have to reevaluate a lot of things.

Jaekyu pulled back. When Youngjae opened his eyes, reluctantly, he’d stepped back, his hand over his mouth like a defence and Youngjae – everyone could see how stiff Youngjae’s dick was. His face burned.

Jaekyu looked past Youngjae’s shoulder. ‘Good enough?’ he asked. And Mooyul must have nodded.

‘I guess it really doesn’t matter who it is when you’re getting blown,’ Mireu said. Jaekyu flashed an annoyed look at him. Mireu grinned back, and then he jumped up. Walked toward Youngjae. Youngjae tried to move back instinctively, but Mooyul was still holding him tight, his hard on jabbing against Youngjae’s back.

Mireu ran one finger along the side of Youngjae’s dick. His touch was almost unbearable. Youngjae turned his head, and tried not to react in any other way.

Then Mireu lifted Youngjae’s hand, and pressed it against the front of his pants. Mireu was getting hard too. They were all perverts.

‘What do you think?’ Mireu asked. ‘Should we take the gag out?’

Youngjae glared at him.

Mireu laughed. ‘Alright,’ he said, ‘maybe I don’t trust you that much.’ He let Youngjae’s hand go.

Right, because Youngjae could have bitten his dick off if he tried that. Just because he had a hard on, didn’t mean they could do whatever they wanted.

On the other hand. ‘Let’s get his clothes off,’ Mireu said.

Youngjae struggled, again, but there were too many of them to resist. Even with Chihoon standing back and watching, the bastard. They stripped Youngjae and got him laid out on the bed, his back in Mooyul’s lap and his arms pulled behind him. He wanted to curl up on his side, but they held him down, and Kangmo sat on his legs. Youngjae was painfully exposed.

But they could still do worse.

Kangmo leaned over, to tug at his dick, weighing his balls in his hands. He wasn’t gentle, exactly, and Youngjae’s whole body tensed, expecting something worse. Kangmo had earned the right to do worse, maybe; even Youngjae could admit that.

Then Kangmo’s hand slipped further between his legs, and it wasn’t the worse Youngjae had been expecting.

‘I bet you’re surprised we’re even being this nice,’ Kangmo said. He rubbed his fingers against Youngjae’s ass.

Youngjae was grateful for the gag then, that it swallowed his whimper.

‘If it had just been me,’ Kangmo said, as he pushed his finger up into Youngjae’s ass, ‘I would have just beat you. But I guess we know already it’s impossible to smack any sense into you.’

It burned, when Kangmo pushed his fingers in. Youngjae felt like crying. It didn’t hurt his erection any, so maybe he really was that messed up.

‘Yang Kangmo,’ Mooyul said, and Kangmo looked up, annoyed.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ he said, and pulled something from his pocket. Youngjae wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or to feel sick, when he saw that it was lube.

When Kangmo went and next shoved three fingers up there, Youngjae had to go with relieved. Even trying to brace himself … it didn’t actually feel bad.

God, they were going to turn him into a pervert.

Mooyul rubbed his shoulders, and Kangmo thrust his fingers inside him. With lube, the sensation was less burning and more … and maybe it was because it was so dirty as well that it felt …

Well, he didn’t actually want Kangmo to stop.

This was messed up. Kangmo stood to drop his trousers, and this was messed up; Youngjae didn’t even try to fight him. He let Kangmo shove his legs open and he turned his head against Mooyul, so he wouldn’t have to see; he wouldn’t have to see what he looked like.

It was stupid – everyone else could sure as well see.

Kangmo lined himself up, his cock pressing against Youngjae’s entrance, and then he thrust inside him with no further warning. One motion, that stretched Youngjae and filled him; and then he withdrew, and slammed back in. He pressed Youngjae’s knees back against his chest, and he fucked him hard. With all the hate he’d built up for Youngjae over time – and if Youngjae hadn’t been his most disliked person to start with, he surely was now. Youngjae had earned this.

Except that Youngjae also found he liked it.

Liked it in a different way from getting his dick sucked. It was going to happen whether he liked it or not, and that was somehow freeing. He was so irrelevant in the equation; Kangmo wasn’t trying to do anything for him; he was just using him. And that was a relief.

He was almost disappointed when Kangmo shuddered and stopped, coming inside him. But it wasn’t just Kangmo, was it? They hadn’t caught him here just to satisfy one person’s perversion. Even Park Mooyul was in on it, into it.

‘Done already?’ Mireu said, and clapped Kangmo on the shoulder. Youngjae flinched, then, and Mireu saw it, and smirked.

‘Whatever,’ Kangmo said. ‘You enjoyed watching it.’

They bantered. Mooyul ran a hand over Youngjae’s hair, like he wanted to calm him down, but it was irritating. Even Mooyul was in on this. After all his high-handedness …

Mireu fit himself between Youngjae’s legs, and he slipped his fingers inside him. Youngjae still felt wide open, wet with Kangmo’s come.

‘You don’t mind, do you?’ Mireu said to Youngjae. Youngjae wouldn’t look at him. But he didn’t resist either, when Mireu shoved his cock into him.

The sound it made was filthy.

Mooyul ran his hand through Youngjae’s hair again and again. A compulsion – it wasn’t like he was trying to reassure him.

‘Look at you,’ Mireu said. ‘Were you always a pervert like this?’ He wrapped his hand around Youngjae’s cock as he pumped into him, and Youngjae whimpered against the gag. It wasn’t consideration, coming from Mireu; Mireu was just rubbing it in how pathetic Youngjae was. That he could stay hard while someone fucked him. Someones fucked him. It would have been better if Youngjae had hated it. Or at least if his body could have resisted it. He didn’t want to come because Mireu was touching him; he didn’t want to come with Mireu’s cock inside him. Even Kangmo would have been better; any of the others would have been better.

What was he thinking?

But Mireu didn’t have the attention span to keep jerking him off. He let go, to lift Youngjae’s hips higher, angling himself deeper. Youngjae’s hands grabbed at air. He couldn’t do anything to resist, like this; couldn’t do anything but take it.

And he felt it when Mireu came, his hot spunk spurting inside him.

Mooyul took hold of his hand.

‘Alright, who’s next? How about it, Choi Chihoon?’

Chihoon was still standing by the door.

‘I don’t see that that’s necessary,’ Chihoon said.

‘Don’t tell me you’re not even a little bit interested?’ Mireu waggled his eyebrows.

Youngjae looked over at Chihoon, unwillingly.

He heard Mireu’s laugh. ‘I guess you do get excited about some things, huh.’

Even Choi Chihoon. Even Chihoon was going to do this.

‘Take the gag out,’ Jaekyu said.

‘What?’

‘Take it out,’ Jaekyu said. ‘He can suck Chihoon off.’

‘Dude, I wouldn’t trust him with my dick in his mouth –’ Mireu said.

‘He’ll be good,’ Jaekyu said. He climbed onto the bed, between Youngjae’s legs. ‘You want to come too, right?’ he said to Youngjae.

Youngjae closed his eyes. His hand was still in Mooyul’s. He nodded.

Jaekyu entered him with no effort at all.

Mooyul took the gag off him, and he gasped for breath, as if he’d been holding it all this time. He knew there were things he should say – things like stop – and other things he couldn’t bear to say. So he said nothing. He couldn’t focus on anything, not while Jaekyu was fucking him, not with Chihoon approaching him, with that face where you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Youngjae knew he should protest, at least make some effort. But with how turned on he was, the words wouldn’t cohere.

And what did he have to lose?

He twisted, so that he could undo the fly of Chihoon’s pants. If anyone said anything, he couldn’t hear it over the roar of his own blood. It was hard to be coordinated – Jaekyu wasn’t going to stop to let him deal with Chihoon – but Mooyul adjusted his position to support Youngjae’s weight better.

Somehow, even when you had your legs spread and two guys’ come already in your ass, it was still intimidating to see someone’s dick that close. Should he be flattered, that Chihoon was hard just from watching him get fucked? The head of his cock was wet with precum.

‘Do you want to get off?’ Mooyul said in his ear, and Youngjae nodded. ‘Then just do what you’re told for once.’

He leaned forward, and he put his mouth over the head of Chihoon’s cock. Mortified, to be doing what he was doing, because Mooyul had told him. Chihoon tasted salty; it wasn’t bad. He pushed forward into Youngjae’s mouth, and Youngjae couldn’t really do anything, he could only be a receptacle.

He felt like he was about to go crazy.

As he let Chihoon thrust shallowly against his mouth, Mooyul wrapped his arm around him and put his hand on his cock. Fucking goody-good Park Mooyul. Youngjae hated him. He hated him, and Mooyul hardly even had to touch him and he came, because he was already so overstimulated. And it didn’t stop anything. He ran hot and cold, and Jaekyu kept pumping into him; he still had Chihoon’s dick in his mouth. He was going to go crazy. How could you even enjoy an orgasm when it all just kept on going?

Mooyul ran his fingers over Youngjae’s stomach, where he’d come on himself, and even just that touch was too much.

Mooyul said something Youngjae couldn’t hear, and then Chihoon was coming, without warning, so that Youngjae almost choked on it. It was thick and hot in Youngjae’s mouth.

Youngjae tried to swallow it down; there wasn’t much else he could do. He wiped his mouth but he couldn’t undo any of it. Chihoon seemed almost abashed.

Youngjae let Mooyul take his weight, then, and Mooyul lowered him to the bed, slipping out from under him.

Because he still hadn’t had his go.

Youngjae couldn’t be bothered to make it easier on him. He couldn’t make Jaekyu finish any faster. And if Mooyul wanted to fuck his mouth, he’d have to put the effort in. Youngjae just lay there.

And Mooyul didn’t touch him. He knelt there on the bed, and he pulled his cock out and wanked himself off, without even trying to stick it in Youngjae.

Youngjae would have been offended, if he’d had the energy left to be offended. He hardly even noticed when Jaekyu finished, until he’d pulled out, and Youngjae felt empty, an absence rather than a relief.

He watched Mooyul with half-lidded eyes. Mooyul’s face was serious, like he had to concentrate to get off.

Youngjae wet his lips. ‘You should just do it too,’ he said.

Mooyul frowned slightly. If Youngjae could have been bothered sitting up, he would have taken Mooyul’s cock in his mouth. He would have pushed him down and fucked himself on him. But it seemed like too much effort.

He could feel the come dripping out his ass. The whole thing was fucked up.

Mooyul squeezed his eyes shut, and Youngjae watched his face as he came. Goddamn Park Mooyul. Coming on Youngjae’s face, like he wasn’t even good enough to fuck.

Youngjae’s cock twitched, as if he could get hard again already.

Youngjae wiped his mouth, and his cheek. Looked around the room at the five of them, unwillingly.

Closed his eyes.

Thought about telling them all to get out. They’d made their point, whatever it was. That he was so pathetic. That he would enjoy being treated like a comedump.

He covered his face with his arm.

You can go now, he wanted to say. But he was too exhausted.

Maybe if he fell asleep, they’d all leave.

Maybe they’d stay.

‘Wow,’ Mireu said. ‘Nothing to say now, huh?’ Youngjae felt the bed dip as Mireu sat down. He put a hand on Youngjae’s leg. ‘You’re not even gonna say thank you?’

Youngjae rolled on his side, away from Mireu and towards Mooyul. Which wasn’t much better. He sat up, shoulders drawn in like he could make himself smaller.

‘Say “thank you”, Jo Youngjae.’

‘Fuck you,’ Youngjae said, not even worried about Mireu getting mad at him now. He fished around for his clothes.

‘Geez, you’re a brat,’ Mireu said.

Youngjae wanted to throw something at him. Really, he wanted to punch him. But it was too late for that.

He hadn’t stopped him earlier.

‘Give it a rest,’ Mooyul said, casually.

If they knew how weak you were, Youngjae could remember Kim Yohan saying, they wouldn’t hate you.

He could have cried.

‘You should clean up first,’ Chihoon said, when Youngjae was struggling with his pants.

He should punch all of them.

‘Don’t you have other things to be doing?’ he asked. He was going to have to wash all his things anyway, and the bed linen too.

‘Nothing that’s urgent,’ Chihoon said. He looked completely calm and collected. At least the others had the decency to look dishevelled.

‘Did we take it too far?’ Jaekyu asked. A note to his voice like he was actually concerned.

‘I guess we’ll see,’ Mooyul said. ‘Youngjae.’ He waited until Youngjae looked at him. ‘You won’t get in any more fights, right?’

Youngjae’s lip jutted out; only slightly, he nodded.

That was apparently enough for Mooyul – he gathered the others up and ushered them out. But before he shut the door, he stopped and looked back. Like he was waiting for some sign from Youngjae, that he really was okay. Well, Youngjae wasn’t going to give it to him.

If Youngjae had been okay, he never would have enjoyed that. If the world had been as it should have.

Youngjae was never going to be okay again.