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minx Jun 27
my muse, with the collar round your neck
i hope it restricts
cause i like hearing you gasp for air

my muse, with the low cut top
i like to think i can hear the buttons pop
cause you're just too shy to do 'em yourself

my muse, with the bright eyes
prettily pawing from down below
you sit like a puppy waiting for your treat
i dunno if you deserve it, though...


new banner new profile hehe yunho so pretty

he's such a puppy boy i just wanna nhhhhh...
minx Jun 4
Yunho had no idea that Mingi was touching himself right now.

Touching himself and thinking about his warmth, his body pressed up against him, his sweet-smelling hair.

How he had looked as he had danced in front of him, with his arms lazily lifted above his head and his eyes closed as he softly swayed to the dreamy music.

Those dark curls in his armpits, and how they would match the thatch between his lean thighs. The thatch that was hidden within his little briefs.

How virginal he looked in his all-white underwear, especially when he got
onto his knees to pray. The way his lips had brushed against the blue rosary beads as he had prayed …

and how they would look if he were to slip the dangling chain between them.
Deeper and deeper, bead by bead, until the silver crucifix was brushing against the back of his tongue.
Until it started slipping down his throat to the wet sound of his gagging and–
i love catholic characters so much

trouble's gonna find you // sugamins
minx May 17
say it back, say it back, say it back...

--

how many times do i have to say it before he finally says it back ?

--

matias, i love you
i love you because you're strong
not only physically,
(but all of your muscle never fails to impress me)
you're so emotionally intact

everything you do has purpose
and you're so intellectually developed
mentally unhealthy but so in touch with your emotions
i wanna be like you
though after i taught you how to feel, it was like i became numb

--

how many times do i have to tell him before i finally get mad ?

--

m, ava does not deserve you.
she lacks all possible value.
her only motive in life is to get her overused hole filled
i live to demoralize her worth, i swear
such a useless girl. her parents must be disappointed.

she took you away from me
making me feel absolutely dejected
to where if i passed you in the halls, i'd burst into tears
and the senior class around me
would ask why the freshman is crying over a senior.

--

how many times do i have to say if before i finally feel useless ?

--

matias, i've offered you everything since day one
you've always seen the more vulnerable side of me
reading my poetry and sharing your own with me
we've always been close.
more than i'd like, i hate to admit.

and i knew you were special
when you called me out on my *******
the day when we were alone after the pep rally
you called me out on my coquettish ****, with the uniform skirt
telling me you saw right through my little act

--

how many times do i have to say it before it finally becomes meaningless ?

--

matias, i love you
to the point where i unconsciously depend on you
to make me happy
because the thought of you makes me content
i feel okay with myself when i've fulfilled your needs.

i wanna be your person
the one you look to for support
you stopped for some stupid girl
who manipulated you with her own tactics
to get inside your pants.

and you fell for it
and i fell for you
and you left me at my darkest point in life
and i know you know freshman year is no joke
so why the **** would you leave like that ?

--

how many times did i have to say it before he finally said it back ?

--

♡             i lost count.

--

                                                 "oh my ******* god-- i can't do this anymore."
                                                       ­                  "i don't know how to help you."

"i'm sorry, baby."
"i don't mean to make you mad."


                                                         ­                 "yeah ? well, you are. heavily."
                                                       ­      "and i've never felt this way about you"
                                                       "so i don't know how to ******* handle it"
                                                             ­                                      "i feel useless."

"maybe i'm hurting you."
"you're just a little girl."
"i need to figure my own **** out."


                                                         ­                        "no, don't take it like that."

"then how am i supposed to take it ??"

                                                           ­  ...
                                                             ­                      "take it as a compliment."
                               "you and i are so connected, that you feel like a part of me.
                             except you're like the part of me that i can't control. and that
                                                        makes me mad. it makes me feel helpless."
                            "like, i'm exhausted. i love you, but this is exhausting on us."

"..us ?"

                                                            ­                                        "oh my ****."
                                                          ­                                            "oh my god."
                                                           ­                                       "you're joking."
                                                      "y­ou can't just dump your whole life on me"
                                                             ­                 "and think there's not an us."

"no, baby, i know what you mean."

                                                        ­                                       "oh, thank ****."
                                                          ­              "i was about to get really angry."
                                                         ­              "i could feel my skin heating up."

                                                           ­                  "i don't know what to do, m."

"me either."
"i guess this'll just have to be another thing we'll just figure out, yeah ?"
"i'm sorry."


                                                       ­                                  "don't be sorry, love."
                                                         "but seriously, i think i need to go to bed."
                                    "my head is pounding, my eyes are fluttering shut-- and
                                                                ­                 my cramps are really bad."

"poor baby. now i'm really sorry."

                                                       ­                                           "mm. it's okay."
                                                          ­                                    "can i go to bed ?"

"yeah. i'm not going to, though."

                                                      ­                 "but you should-- you need rest."

"nah. i'm alright."

                                                     ­                                                              "no."
                                                           ­                                             "go to bed."
                                                           ­                              "put some music on."

"no."
"if i sleep, i'll dream of her. it's bad."


                                                         ­                                                          "oh."
                                                           ­                                                      "fine."
                                                         ­                               "watch the notebook."

"hell no."

                                                          ­                                         "excuse me ??"

"that'll make it worse."

                                                       ­                                                    "oh. duh."
                                                           ­                                              "i give up."
                                                            ­                          "can i go to bed now ?"

"mhm."

                                                   ­                                                             "oka­y."
                                                             ­                                          "goodnight."

                                                   ­           ...
                                                  ­                                            "i really love you."

                                   (say it back, say it back, say it back...)

                                                       ­       ...
"goodnight, baby.."
"i love you, too."


                                                         ­ (what ?)
                                                              ­                                    "i'm gonna cry."
                                                           ­                                             "*******."
                                                           ­                                            "goodnight."

"goodnight, you ******."

                                                      ­                                       "night, *******."

"sweet dreams."
     sent, 10:27 pm

                                            ...i am not going to bed.
finally, he said it back.

and i only had to say it for three months daily !
minx Apr 30
oh, i don’t know
and i can’t describe it
we sit in this mess
once again
it feels like war tonight.

why are you acting this way ?
i see and feel your frozen eyes
i feel like we’ve gone crazy
we spit out sharp words to each other
things that can’t just be “forgotten.”

cover your eyes
you’re so selfish
acting as if you’ve never been loved
knowing we both regret it
knowing i would regret it.

this is the same every time.
oh, it’s like a waltz,
turning again and again
if we aren’t moving forward,
then we’re staying still.

my head is pounding, just stay quiet
don’t say a word
simply surrender.
what are you angry for,
the irony ?

i’m going crazy
we’re out of sync.
what do i do ?
this terrible love puts us together
and tears us apart

unable to escape from this endless cycle,
i linger by your side
acting as i’ve never loved
it’s cold, and i regret it
we know.

the same things, it’s like a waltz
turn and twirl in place
the never ending war-like love song
we just spend the night dancing,
forced into acting like we’ve ever loved

the next step is meaningless like the last.
we have nothing to be excited about
blindly repeat your apologies
and it’s like i said, it’s like a waltz
we turn again and again, never moving forwards.
STAN ATEEZ !!!! STREAM SELFISH WALTZ !! ON THAT !!!!!
minx Jun 16
bella, just be forward with me
do you love me ?
do you love me still ?
because i can't keep living with that knife in my chest
struggling to breathe, because you just barely missed my heart

bella, just be forward with me
do you want me back ?
do you want me back in your arms ?
because i can't keep living like it doesn't hurt
like the blood hasn't already stained my clothes

bella, just be forward with me
do you miss me ?
do you miss the honeymoon period
where we were so in love, so immersed in each other
no matter what anyone said, we always belonged with the other ?

bella, just be forward with me.
"i miss youuu" shut up, please.


cause HOW is she gonna text me, acting like she still loves me and adores me after that whole fallout. i miss her. i miss her a lot.
minx Jun 19
you slit open the wound that took too long to heal
letting the dirt air settle on it
to burn worse than neat bacardi on an empty stomach
ripping my throat with your claws
a well kept secret, an entity finally breaks free
ringing "i never loved you"
as blood is spilling from the ****
this ****** but i still found a way to incorporate all the words.
minx Jun 16
sick, sick, i'm so sick of your cybershit

mental, mental, mental
people like you are so mental !
god, i wonder how you live with the constant urge to put other people down.
because you believe it to bring yourself up ?

does your internet status mean that much to you ?

i know you, but you don't really know me.
think about it this way--
i'm your hobby.
just cause people like you are so bored !

sick, sick, so cybersick
well get this ! you can **** my cyberdick
no specifics. don't automatically assume you're special enough for my poetry to be about you, yeah ?

sick, sick, so-*******-cybersick
minx May 6
i can't ever have what i want,
can i ?
goodfuckinggod--
i promised you i'd always be here
why couldn't you do the same ?

"sorry, i won't be at your party, baby--"
no, it's okay. i'm okay
you'll be gone by then
and it's okay. that's okay.
even though i want you there

i want you there
i want you.
she doesn't deserve you !!
you and i, we're too good for this world
our empathy overlooks her.

you took her to prom 'n everything
matched her dress with your tie
texted me that night-- after leaving me alone for three months
again in the morning
"baby, i'm so in love with her."

hmm.
really, now.
so you're back ?
but not really.
god, you don't understand how horrible you are

you make me lose my ****, i swear.
the night i need you most
you won't even be there
you're called to combat.
i always loved how strong you were

i hated that you gave yourself to her
like we did to each other
you were supposed to be mine forever
you weren't supposed to want intimacy outside of us
--us. can i even say that anymore ?
thank you matias for being the best big brother ever. i love you and i hate the girl you put your time into. she can go ***** herself.
#m
minx May 23
he's sitting in his desk chair
the comforting, quiet drone
filling the quiet of the early morning
the air was cool, albeit, carrying the faint scent
of stale coffee and sterile cleanliness

he didn't dislike his job.
this morning, however
was disrupted by a slow, almost languid pace
his stack of files remained stubbornly untouched,
his mind is captive to forbidden territories.

he pictured his little girl
in the soft light of her bedroom
the curve of her bare back as she stretched
a kittenish grace that belied
the sinful paths his thoughts were ravenously pursuing.

a jolt of
pure
illicit desire
shot through him
leaving a tight feeling in his groin, which was unwelcome and undeniable.

he imagines kneeling between her thighs
the warmth radiating from her flushed skin as she slowly awoke.
his fantasy plunged with a dizzying intensity
to the slick, swollen flesh
still damp with the essence of her own wet dreams.

the idea became vivid, tactile
an experience engaging all of his senses.
he imagined the delicate sounds she would make--
the soft mewls escalating into desperate whimpers
as his tongue relentlessly explored her most sensitive places.
piece two

WHERE ANGELS FALL.

piece : SWEET TREAT

(this is my work, based on a coarse and heavy hearted narrative i wrote. based on true events ! ha.. haha...)

[it's also why the dude in my banner photo is sitting in the gothic cathedral. you're welcome for that visual.]
minx Jun 3
Mingi glanced between the toy car and his face in turn.
"So you ended up finding a Supra ?"
“Yeah. Parked down a side street.
Couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her.
Felt like God put her there, just for me to have. You know ?
“Yeah, I know,” Mingi agreed with a slow nod.

“Feel it every time I look at you, baby.”
super-*******-crazy

COLLATERAL DAMAGE // sugamins
minx Jun 22
On the other line, Song Mingi laid in bed, completely at ease, for once. A fresh blunt hung from his still fingers, wafting the disgustingly amazing aroma through his dim bedroom, the only sounds being heard were the occasional inhale and the traffic outside.

Every time he breathed in, he could practically feel the stresses and sorrows leaving his body. That’s one thing he liked about it. It made all his problems go away– or at least slightly more moderate than they’d usually be.

Reaching to his left, he fumbled the painkillers off of his cluttered nightstand.
Setting the blunt between his lips, he twisted the cap off, shaking one out onto his hand before knocking it back into his mouth. He crunched it between his back teeth, before downing it with a glass of lukewarm water.

This is how it always went. Smoke a blunt, headache, knock back prescription pills every four hours until he couldn’t feel anything at all. That’s the beauty of synthetic satisfaction.

Never lets you down.

People ask him why. Well, just imagine losing everything, and then throwing away the best thing you had. You would force yourself into bitter evenings in the clouds, too, if you had nothing better to do.

It’s the idea of always feeling like you’re never enough even when you’re still doing too much. It’s overwhelming, and to Mingi, there was only one thing that could wash away the miserable shame and anxiety. He’d rather be disgusted with himself than let other people be disgusted with him.

So he inhales. And he doesn’t exhale, because he’s not so sure he deserves to.

Picking the bottle of pills back up from his lap, he places it back down on his nightstand. As he does, his phone goes off four more ******* times. ‘If you’re not dying, then why are you texting me repeatedly ?’ He snatches up his phone, tapping it to be met with the glowing lockscreen.

Jeong Yunho. Jeong Yunho, Jeong Yunho, Jeong-*******-Yunho.

Even seeing his name on his screen sets off a whole new bundle of triggers in his mind. It’s like cutting open a wound that took so long to heal and letting dirt air settle on it. He scrolls through the messages, letting out little laughs before his heart falls.

“I want us back.”

Mingi choked out a sob. “Oh, Yunho…”


Song Mingi: are you drunk ?
Song Mingi: yunho ???
more of BACARDI ***** because i have some motivation

portrayal of emotions through actions,
minx Jun 17
i wanna make eight lines down the broad half of your back
bend over your body and snort it up
chasing the white pony, just desperate for another hit
before throwing myself onto the bed to tip it back
to feel it trickle down my throat
before i get back up so i can finish you next.
don't do it.

i'm just dumb and in love.
minx Jun 18
“Geonho, I’d just like to say thank you for your commitment to the company. I know I’m not apart of your bloodline, but with how long I’ve been working for your family, I feel so truly honoured to be here, it really feels like it. You boys are amazing.” An older lady said, reaching over to pat his shoulder.

She was one Yunho recognized, especially after countless interactions between she and his mother. He knew she was dear to Mommy, and now Geonho.

Must be something to be that loved.

Another man –the one sitting directly next to Mingi– spoke up. Yunho didn’t know his name– knew he must’ve been given such a high position in the company since they fired the lowlife his father had been hooking up with.

And oh, he was just as terrible. He’d clearly downed too many glasses of scotch, the flush on his cheeks betraying his act of sobriety. He leaned back in his seat with an entitled flair, draping his arm over the back of Mingi’s chair.

“Ah, Geonho-ssi,” the man slurred slightly, gesturing vaguely with his glass, elbows on the table ‘n everything. “I must say, watching you two young men, so polished, so promising… it reminds me so much of your father. What a character !! A true force, one to be reckoned with.” He took a long swig, a knowing smirk stretching his lips.

“He certainly knew how to keep things… lively, hmm ? Especially with the ladies. He was quite the active man. Always had his hands full, whether with a new venture or, well, other ventures outside the home, yeah, Geonho ? Never knew where he’d be next, did you !” He let out a loud, booming laugh, clearly finding his own observation so-*******-hilarious.

Geonho, who sat at the head of the table, forced a tight, uncomfortable chuckle, running a nervous hand through his hair. “Yes, well, Father certainly had a… unique.. approach to things.” He attempted to pivot the conversation, clearing his throat. “But we’re trying to forge our own path, focusing on–”

“Hope you boys find a better work-life balance when you take over, for your families’ sakes.” That entitled ***** cut in, undeterred, his gaze now sweeping over Yunho with a backhanded pity.

“Wouldn’t want any… distractions like that keeping you from your true priorities, huh ?”

Yunho, who had been listening with a sickening blend of forced calm and internal fury, felt his blood run cold, then boil. Those words hit him like the impact of a nitro boosted *****. His jaw was clenched so tight his teeth ached.
He watched his brother’s strained smile, the way he tried to brush it off, minimize the bleak insult.

It was a direct insult to not only their father, but to them. Almost warning them not to fall down the same path. His eyes, burning with inferno, snapped from the smirking colleague to Geonho, and then down to his own trembling fist.

Not again. Not here. Not in front of Mingi. Not from him.

With a sudden, very violent motion, Yunho’s fist slammed down onto the mahogany table. The sharp crack of wood against bone, amplified by the sudden silence, made the silverware jump and glasses rattle. The entitled colleague, mid-chuckle, actually yelped, spilling a splash of his drink.

Every head at the table whipped towards Yunho, who was now standing. His chair loudly scraped back as he looked down on that man, his face no longer ‘humble’ or ‘polite.’ It was pure rage, his eyes blazing.

“That’s enough,” Yunho’s voice was low, trembling with suppressed violence, but utterly devoid of any pretense.

“The Devil is on Earth. The knives are on the table. And don’t take this lightly, but you’re standing in a lot of shade right now.” He pushed back from the table, the chair toppling behind him.

“You don’t get to talk about my family. And you certainly don’t get to talk about my father.”

He spun on his heel, heedless of the shocked silence, the scattered glances, or Geonho’s widening eyes. Yunho furiously stalked away from the table, headed straight for the exit.

Geonho stood as well, his eyes watery and body trembling. “Jeong Yunho, get back here !”

Mingi, on the other hand, turned to the man, his brow raised and his tone terrifyingly calm. “What made you think it was okay to say that, huh ? Did you think you’re just so amazing, and just so much better than everyone here that you’d get away with that ?”

He didn’t say a word. Mingi spared Geonho a single glance before rushing out of there, following after Yunho. He was just in time, too.

Standing right in front of the headlights of the Aventador, Song Mingi aimlessly waved his arms to get the younger’s attention. Yunho looks up, wiping his eyes and shaking his head at Mingi, motioning for him to get out of the way.

Mingi scowled, walking to the side. He knocked on the window, crossing his arms. Expecting him to fully roll it down, he only cracked it.

“G-go.. go away, Mingi. Let me– let me leave.” Mingi heard him sob from the slit in the window, seeing his eyes all puffy and red, his face splotchy and tear stained. Mingi’s heart broke at the sight.

He shook his head, his fingers slipping through the crack. “You aren’t leaving without me, Yunho-ah. At least let me get in the car.” He tried to negotiate, slightly shaking the window in his grasp.

Yunho’s voice broke as he opened his mouth. “Please, Mingi. I wanna be alone.” He whisper pleaded, his hands ******* the wheel with a white-knuckle grip.

He almost kicked the car. A rush of anger at this whole situation just destroying him internally, but he couldn’t let Yunho see that.
So he stepped back. Far enough for it to be safe, close enough to be deafened by the roar of the engine as he sped out of that parking lot.

And he was gone.
he sped out.

WILDCARD//minx
minx May 26
Mingi snorted hard and softly shook his head.
“No, it means she’s loud as ****.
Fast to overheat. Guzzles gas like a *****.
Shakes so hard you feel it in your bones.
But I get it.
She packs a real punch, huh? You like riding raw?”

“I like speed,” Yunho replied with a mischievous smile.

“The faster, the better.”
COLLATERAL DAMAGE // sugamins

sugamins is so... poetic.
minx Jun 27
As he got it ready, he glanced up to watch the Master and the horse.

Yunho was standing just to the side of Lucie’s head. He held out the sugar cube with a fond smile. Unlike with the apple, Lucie didn’t need encouragement. She saw the delicious treat and turned her head to pluck it off his palm with her moist lips. The ticklish sensation made him giggle. His voice was whisper-soft as she nuzzled against his palm and twitching fingers.

“Un pour toi, un pour moi.”

Mingi silently observed the boy as he stuck his hand in his pocket. He pulled it out and uncurled his fingers to reveal a second sugar cube. He brought it to his lips. His fingers were wet from the mare’s slobbering drool as they slipped inside his mouth to place the little treat on his tongue. When he pulled them free, a strand of commingled spit stretched from his fingertips and then snapped down onto his chin.

As the hard cube dissolved, Yunho scrunched up his face with a giddy sound. His lips parted to show almost every single tooth, and his eyes narrowed into slits. The intense sweetness made his fingers twitch and curl at his sides.

The noise he made caught the attention of Lucie. She turned her head again to bump her muzzle against his cheek. Yunho lifted his hands to hold her face.

He pressed his round cheek against the strong wing of her hollow cheek as his fingers scratched and stroked around her ears and down her neck.

Mingi thought he was about the sweetest foal he had ever laid eyes on. The thought made him snort under his breath and drop his head to focus back on the machine.
my sweet little yuyu. i love him so much.

little ponyboy//sugamins
minx Jun 24
i sit and watch you
staying up late
playing your little games

i need you to play with me
but instead you're losing your mind
and i'm losing mine

i'm getting bored
going deaf from you shouting at the screen
constantly complaining at the loss

come on, valorant boy,
what's it gonna take ?
what do i do to get your attention ?

you need me in your face ?
you need me under the desk ?
do i need to pull the plug ?
what if i smashed it
minx Jun 10
Mingi’s whole ******* life flashed before his eyes, anticipating the end of his life to be due to reckless driving. He squeezed his eyes shut, the only sounds he could process were the engine and Yunho’s shallow gasps for air.

Mingi wasn’t even breathing, at this point.

On the other hand, Yunho felt the flow of the voltage coursing through his veins as if they were wires, fueling his rush, awakening him like never before.

All he saw were bricks. So he swerved the Aventador right, skidding across the grit, the small spoiler wing practically a hair away from the wall.

The whole vehicle did a 360, Yunho easing down on the brakes as things took a different feeling. He looked over at Mingi, who finally opened his eyes, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips as his chest heaved.

Yunho unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of his seat and putting himself in Mingi’s lap. He locked his arms around his neck, Mingi’s slithering around his waist as they caught their breath together.

As their bodies settled down, Yunho was the first to pull away, yet keeping his body flush against Mingi’s. He cupped the elder’s face, his thumbs stroking his soft cheeks as his soft pants brushing against his lips.

“Where did you learn to do that ?”

Mingi inhaled, his hands holding tightly onto Yunho’s hips.

“I didn’t.”

Mingi laughed. “We could’ve died.”

“I know.”

Yunho smiled, leaning in, his forehead against Mingi’s.

Mingi pulled him in for another hug, holding him tightly before releasing.
“You should probably drive back, before the cops show up.” He whispered, running his hands through Yunho’s slightly sweat-damp hair.

Yunho whined, wiggling around a bit.  “What, you don’t like when I sit on your lap ?” He purred, directly addressing their close, close proximity.

Mingi looked away, chuckling, before Yunho took his face back in his hands, pulling him closer.
“C’mon, Mingi-hyung, you have to admit. You like it when we’re this close, right ?” He sweetly smiled, using his soft-toned voice.
WILDCARD // iwillwooyou, aka, minx
minx Jun 7
don't you know, when you're angry you go crazy
you go so wild, face flushed with a stiff spine
clenched fists and clenched teeth
moments from throwing a little tantrum
because it's so... unfair.

"why he, and not me !" he wailed, shivering, shuddering
the bass in his deep voice booming like thunder
little baby gets angry,
fussing like a child
needing the elder to settle him down, ease his rhythmic stimming.
you don't treat them like you treat her. why is it that self expression has left her feeling like she needs a guard ?

is this.. fair ?
minx Jun 7
you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
sniffing coke
and hoping not to choke
crying in the rain
cause daddy apologized too late

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
acting out so they look your way
even if it's to snarl, sneer, as they sip their belvedere
running the blazing red lights
half-way hoping not to die

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
racking up some NDEs
swerving your bleak blue lamborghini
sitting in your boy-best-friend's lap
leaving absolutely no gap

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
hotwiring a luxury sports car
to hear it skid loudly on the tar
kissing him behind closed doors
before ******* him on all fours.

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
growing up too fast
cause daddy couldn't make life last
dragging mommy down to hell
leaving you to blow the inheritance on chanel

you're a WILD CARD, WILDCARD
the devil rages in your eyes
fueling each and every one of your highs
allowing you no goodbyes
so you can keep your eye on the prize
inspired by my piece, "WILDCARD"

--

excerpt from WILDCARD

--

“Don’t ask me to slow down, cause I won’t.” He spared Mingi a sarcastic smile. “You can’t get scared, either. Just.. have fun.” Yunho reached over to hold Mingi’s hand.

Mingi raised his brow, pulling away from Yunho’s grasp. “You think I’m gonna be scared ? My mama didn’t raise me to be a little *****.” He crossed his arms.

Yunho snickered, a menacing glint in his deep eyes as he slowly pulled up to a yellow light signaling drivers to stop.

“I warned you.”

He didn’t waste a second to hit the gas pedal, the energy going from 0 to 100 as he ran the first red light of the night.

Jeong Yunho, Daredevil.

The engine was so loud, the word ‘purr’ couldn’t even be used to describe it. Mingi’s hands gripped onto the door as the younger hit 90 mph, speeding on the public roads. Christ, they better pray there aren’t cops patrolling this area, or Yunho would have a disgusting fine to pay for multiple felonies.

Not that he couldn’t pay it, though.

“Yunho, slow down !!” Mingi yelped, locking his seatbelt so he didn’t fly forwards every time he sped. Yunho didn’t look over, keeping his eyes and smile turned towards the road.

He shook his head, laughter bubbling up in his chest. “What did I tell you, hyung !? There’s no turning back now !” He shouted, his voice barely audible over the roaring engine and loud music booming from the speakers.

Yunho took a sharp left, then a right behind the warehouse through the fortunately open gates of the chain-link fence. He didn’t know if the gates were even open, or not.
The gravel crunched beneath the wheels, a beautiful sound that sent chills down Yunho’s spine. Mingi started to laugh for the same reason, the feeling of excitement rushing up his chest and out of his mouth. It was a sweet, melodic sound, one of pure elation.

“See, it’s fun, right ?” Yunho leaned to his side, yelling at Mingi.

Fun wasn’t the right word. It didn’t give enough credit for his… excitement. Nights like these never made him feel as euphoric as now, but currently, Yunho’s headlights were illuminating a whole new side of himself, almost distorting and altering his current beliefs.

He was finally sort of feeling the revitalizing rush that Yunho described deriving from careless experiences.

Yunho made a quick left, his wheels drifting against the gravel, fragments of rock flying against the metal fences. Oh, he wanted so badly to turn his head to look at Mingi, to see his radiant smile, but he wouldn’t waste that NDE for just a glance.

He played with the wheels on the rear-end again, gripping the wheel tight with each turn he took. The engine revved as he spun in a circle, the sharp impact causing Mingi’s shoulder to bump against the door, a little yelp leaving his lips.

“You alright, Mingi ??” Yunho called out, reaching one hand over to grip the meat of the elder’s thigh. He let out a hearty laugh, placing his hand over Yunho’s for a split second before pointing forwards at the road. “Focus, man !” He screamed, waving his hand in front of them.

Yunho smirked, the same devilish one Mingi had seen when they were messing with that McLaren. He didn’t slow down exactly as he intended to, speeding up to reach 100 mph after a right turn.

The brick wall of the warehouse got closer by the second, Yunho unconsciously speeding up to a sui cidal 120 on the dash.

“Yo, what the **** are you doing, Yunho ?!?”

Yunho didn’t answer. Didn’t even spare him a glimpse. His eyes were frantically scanning over the meters, flashing towards the space in front of him, internally timing everything with precise ideas of their outcome. It was do or die, literally.

Mingi’s whole ******* life flashed before his eyes, anticipating the end of his life to be due to reckless driving. He squeezed his eyes shut, the only sounds he could process were the engine and Yunho’s shallow gasps for air. Mingi wasn’t even breathing, at this point.

On the other hand, Yunho felt the flow of the voltage coursing through his veins as if they were wires, fueling his rush, awakening him like never before.

All he saw were bricks. So he swerved the Aventador right, skidding across the grit, the small spoiler wing practically a hair away from the wall.

The whole vehicle did a 360, Yunho easing down on the brakes as things took a different feeling. He looked over at Mingi, who finally opened his eyes, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips as his chest heaved.

Yunho unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of his seat and putting himself in Mingi’s lap. He locked his arms around his neck, Mingi’s slithering around his waist as they caught their breath together.

As their bodies settled down, Yunho was the first to pull away, yet keeping his body flush against Mingi’s. He cupped the elder’s face, his thumbs stroking his soft cheeks as his soft pants brushing against his lips.

“Where did you learn to do that ?” Mingi inhaled, his hands holding tightly onto Yunho’s hips.

“I didn’t.”

Mingi laughed. “We could’ve died.”

“I know.” Yunho smiled, leaning in, his forehead against Mingi’s.

Mingi pulled him in for another hug, holding him tightly before releasing. “You should probably drive back, before the cops show up.” He whispered, running his hands through Yunho’s slightly sweat-damp hair.

Yunho whined, wiggling around a bit. “What, you don’t like when I sit on your lap ?” He purred, directly addressing their close, close proximity. Mingi looked away, chuckling, before Yunho took his face back in his hands, pulling him closer.
“C’mon, Mingi-hyung, you have to admit. You like it when we’re this close, right ?” He sweetly smiled, using his soft-toned voice.

Mingi sighed, patting Yunho’s bottom as an indicator for him to get up. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, Yuyu. Then you can sit in my lap all you’d like.” Mingi promised, helping him up. Yunho carefully stepped over the centre console, sitting down in the driver’s seat.

The car ride back was almost soothing compared to the rush from before. It was almost like Yunho channeled his pent-up ****** energy into these external actions to relieve himself.

But it didn’t last for long, as he could already feel his body becoming eager for the thought of what was to come.

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in "WILDCARD" jeong yunho, a high school senior loses both of his parents in a pathetic car accident. the one thing he really loved, killed his parents. he becomes a reckless boy, a daredevil who tests himself, risking multiple felonies, his life and his relationship with his best friend mingi, who grounds him. mingi and yunho have not only ****** tension, but also romantic tension, leaving the piece as palpable as can be all the way through.
minx Jun 23
Yunho’s drive home was just as anticlimactic as his whole day was climactic. He was worried to go inside, scared that Geonho would scold him for an hour before sending him to bed. Or worse, Geonho would already be asleep. Yunho didn’t like being in a quiet house, and he certainly didn’t like being alone.

His steps were careful and quiet, his socked feet padding to the back side of the first floor. Since he didn’t pass Geonho in the living room, he figured he’d check the dry bar.

Just as he thought, his big brother was leaned against the black marble, sipping on the Old Fashioned in his hand as his head was turned to the floor. He perked up at the movement to his side, turning and setting down his drink on a crystal coaster.

He didn’t say anything, and that worried Yunho. He was never really good at reading strangers’ faces, or picking up on social ques, but he’d thought that since he’d known Geonho his whole life, he’d be able to tell. But he couldn’t, and it bothered him.

“Hyung, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to have that huge outburst in front of the most important people in the company. I was just so mad that he said that about Daddy, and compared us to him –like he even raised us, anyway– but seriously, it hurt my feelings. Even though I was wrong for doing that, I don’t regret it.” He rambled, but his statement was clear.

Geonho took a swig of his drink before looking back at Yunho. “I’m not mad, darling. Just overwhelmed. I should be sorry, if I’m being honest– I should’ve stood up for you. For us. For Dad. But I didn’t, and I regret it. You deserved to have me stand up for you, and I owe it to Mingi for telling that ******* off.”

“He’s fired, if that makes you feel any better. I’m a man with a lot of ******* power, and I’m gonna take advantage of that. I won’t have anyone throwing shame on our family name. You and I are in this together, dear. Thank you for being patient with me.” Geonho spilled, his hands slightly shaking as he spoke.

Yunho couldn’t help but let out a long exhale. “I thought you would be angry,” he shrugged, a sweet, lighthearted laugh ringing through the empty silence of the dry bar area. “I was convinced I was gonna come in here and get lectured.”

Geonho shook his head, a small huff leaving his lips. “I couldn’t do that to you, Yunho. Not after your day had been so bad. I’m just glad you came, even though you didn’t wanna.”

He sighed. “It means a lot to me. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to hear about… Dad today, but I guess people are always gonna have something to say. Even if people aren’t talking about him, it’s like his presence looms over me. I hate it. I hate that his image had to involve me, and I hate being the one that has to clean up the mess he made.”

Yunho frowned, pulling himself up to sit on the counter. “That’s why I didn’t wanna come. I knew that if I was there, someone would be bound to bring him up, and we’d get dragged into it.” He said, clasping his hands in his lap.

Geonho nodded, looking up at Yunho with sorry eyes. “I shouldn’t have taken you. I should’ve known it would happen. But, everyone was so excited to see you again, since you hadn’t really been inside the building for a couple of years. I knew everyone would be enamored with you, because you’re such an angel. Dad’s Angel. Everyone there knew it, too.”

There it was, that word again hitting Yunho like a ******* freight train.

“You were his favorite, Yunho. He never cared about me. It was always, ‘You’re the next man of this family, Jeong Geonho. Be big, be strong.’ I just can’t take the weight. You’re his little-*******-angel, and it just killed me to see you lose your spark after he started to forsake you. It’s like… like he got bored of us. You, Mommy and I.”

It took everything in Yunho not to break into tears. Geonho was jealous, but it was too **** late to make it up to him, now. “I miss Mommy,” he hiccupped. “Eh-Especially Daddy. I’m so mad at him. He hurt us. He– he hurt Mommy, he hurt you and he destroyed me. He did get bored of us, and he decided that ******* another woman was the solution.”

“He didn’t care about me anymore. He d-didn’t let me sit in the office when he worked– probably cause he was on the phone with that s-****. I used to be able to sit by the desk and…” Yunho paused, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would stop the tear flow.

“...and I used to be able to rest my head on his thigh. I used to be able to feel his hands in my hair, s-stroking my scalp, or petting my neck. I used to be able to sit in his lap. He used to call me his little angel. Daddy’s Angel. He used to love me. Where did that Daddy go ?”

His eyes were glossy with tears, flooding his waterline and threatening to spill down his puffy cheeks. Geonho practically lunged forwards, taking his shaky frame between his arms.

But they weren’t his Daddy’s arms. It was a pathetic substitute, one he didn’t care for, no matter how much Geonho tried. Yunho softly pushed him off, wiping his face and sniffling. He looked back at his brother with sullen eyes before he spoke.

“I know it hurts, dear, I’m sorry. I’m hurting, too. But like I said before– I want to rebuild. As sad at it is, he’s not in our life anymore. We have to push forwards, and by no means am I rushing you, I’m just trying to get my point across. We have to make a name for ourselves, even if that means casting out the one Jeong that couldn’t keep up.”

“We’re better than that, Yunho. You’re better than that. We have power, we have money and we have each other. We’re rich as ****.”

Yunho let out a little giggle at that, causing a grin to sprout on his brother’s face. “You’re right. Thank you, Geonho. You’re so amazing.”

He nonchalantly shrugged. “I know. Can’t get enough, can you ??”

Yunho cringed. “Actually, on that note– who were so you dressed up for tonight ?” He crossed his arms, tilting his head. “You never do your hair like… that… and I’ve never seen so much… chest. Might as well just left the house shirtless.”

Geonho’s fist collided with Yunho’s stomach in a matter of seconds. “No one, bro. It’s all for work. I’m married to my job.” He rubbed his nape, his ears turning red. Yunho shook with laugher, his arm wrapped around his gut.

“Sure, you are, hyung.” He squinted, waving his finger around.
poor yunho.
minx Jun 22
so, so, so insufferable.
why don't you experience it and tell me how it feels ?
can't put yourself in someone else's shoes,
because empathy is just
so hard to understand.

unless you're a psychopath.
imagine getting bashed on x for standing up for sa victims.
minx Jun 24
He’s crying, and crying, and crying.

Yunho refuses to go home, not yet. Not when he’s such a mess inside and out. He figured Geonho and Mingi would be waiting up for him, so it’s not like he could leave town, especially with two more days of school remaining for the week.

Needless to say, Yunho needed a break. He needed to risk his life to go back to feeling okay, but as of now, that wasn’t really possible. So he rerouted to the convenience store.

He had enough gas in the tank, he was sure of it. He didn’t need a snack, either, since he was just sat at one of Seoul’s five-star restaurants. No, he was searching for something else– something that awakened a different type of hormone. Dopamine ? Testosterone ? Oxytocin ? Either way, it was something he didn’t have to inject into his veins, so a win is a win.

But he couldn’t just walk in and go talk to Hongjoong’s daddy. That would be weird. Yunho would look stupid, and he didn’t like looking stupid.

He parked at the front, instead of paying for gas he didn’t need. He sure did love the smell, though. Petroleum and the sweetly sterile scent of a convenience store. Did wonders to his messed up brain.

Before even walking in, he could see the glow on his face. Even in the empty store, he still kept a smile on his face.

Yunho pulled the door open, slinging himself in and sparing him a shy glance as he walked straight to the back, acting like he came here just for a drink. He doesn’t pay attention to which one he grabs, he just does, before stumbling over to the cashier’s counter.

He sets the drink down, pawing it forwards. Daddy looked at him with a soft, welcoming smile as he rang him up.

Yunho felt his cheeks flush as he struggled to keep eye contact with him, his heart lurching anytime he caught glimpse of his broad shoulders filling out his uniform, or the subtle flex of his forearms as he reached for a bag. There was a quiet strength in him, a solidness that Yunho hadn't realized he was craving, a sense of safety wrapped in undeniable appeal.

Daddy pushed the bag forwards, tilting his head at Yunho as he did. “Are you upset ?” He softly asked, furrowing his brows. Yunho gave a tight lipped smile, shaking his head. “Oh, no, sir. I’m okay.” He instinctively said, awkwardly brushing some hair out of his eyes.

“I can tell you’ve been crying.” He pointed out, looking at him with empathetic eyes.

Yunho huffed, then nodded, looking down at the floor. “I-I’m sorry, today has just been… a rough day. I’m not feeling too well.” He whimpered, his lips turning into a frown. Daddy sighed, reaching forwards and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry. And please don’t cry, angel. I’m sure things will get better, okay ?” He smiled, reassuring him and squeezing his shoulder softly. Yunho nodded, his ears turning red as he took the plastic bag from the counter.

‘Angel. He called me angel.’

Before Yunho could fully take a step away from the register, Daddy stopped him. “Wait– take these, angel.” He held out a box of cookie-flavored Pepero with upturned lips and soft eyes. Yunho happily accepted it, pulling some cash out of his pocket and setting it on the counter.

“Thank you…” he sweetly said, waving bye-bye before Daddy could force the cash back into his hands. It was a sweet gesture, but Yunho didn’t want to risk getting him in trouble for a snack.

As he approached the door, a bright slip of orange paper on the floor caught his eye, stopping him in his tracks. He bent over, picking it up and scanning the words.

‘EXCLUSIVE CAR MEET, 12 AM SAT EVENING.’

On the bottom left in small hangul was a location Yunho recognized from researching areas to drive at night without getting arrested. It was a small abandoned airport just outside of the city limits, perfect for an event like this.

He slowly stepped out of the store, further examining the flyer as he got to the car. It was dark out, nearing ten pm. Yunho knew Mingi had to be worried about him, and if Mingi was worried, God knows what Geonho was going through.

The engine ignited and he pulled out, making his way back home. Traffic was fair this evening, most likely because it was a Wednesday, but still. He had tucked the paper in the net on the passengers side, save for later, save for Saturday.
ughhhh i love characters with daddy issues.

WILDCARD//minx
minx May 24
you only call me daughter because you wanna hear me call you daddy
i see right through your act.
what a sick kink you have.. --so funny-- i have it, too !!
i won't give it to you if you ask.

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