I parked Jiyong's car in the parking lot of our tall apartment building. I always wondered who else lived in that building. Rich people?

I was shocked at first when Mr. Park, "Sir" came into my mother's life. He seemed strange to me, alien. When my mom told me that we were going to move in with him I didn't want to. I wanted to be with my father, not some weird man with two other children, but I knew that it would never be possible, my dad was gone. I got used to it though, he wasn't so bad. But he had some strict rules, the only girl I was allowed to bring was CL. But it died down over the years. Now a days he's never around, always overseas, doing business with foreigners. I got out of the car and headed towards the entrance.

Yoseob, the security that worked at the reception noticed me, "Yo Seung!" he greeted, his shaggy hair moving along with his movements as he waved at me, I waved back. "Hey" I said. Walking to the elevator. I still felt weird. Like nothing was real, like it was a dream. I heard his annoying loud footsteps come behind me, "How was school?" he asked, I turned my head to see him, his face was smiling at mine. Yoseob couldn't come to school sometimes because of his dad's work. Sometimes he had to fill in when his dad went missing.

"It was fantastic" I answered, the sarcasm burnt the tip of my tongue. But he smiled anyway, because he's like that. He's Yoseob. "I wrote down the notes for you, I left 'em in the car. I'll give them to you later okay?" I said, looking away. I could hear his smile nearly breaking, I had disappointed him again. "You know what, it's okay. I'll just ask Doojun or something" he said, waving a goodbye, his smile never leaving his face.

I've always avoided this, this annoying feeling of guilt. Because, I only think of myself, no one else but me. It's how it always was and always will be. Nothing can "save" me now. I pressed my finger against the hard button. Waited for the elevator to come down. It didn't want to come down for me, it dragged itself down from floor to floor. It moved too slow. I groaned.

Then after a long minute or two, I heard that familiar dink and the doors opened. I walked in. Pressed the button that would send me to my home.

I lay there for what seemed like hours, I was sweaty and wide awake. My breath fast and short. I was staring at the ceiling, mostly nude.

And finally someone noticed.

The door opened, "Hey, mom was wondering what you were doing―" I heard Dara's voice say. I looked at her. "Oh, my god‒ What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed, her nose flared and I swore her face reddened. I looked down at my self. "It's not what it looks like" I said, realizing that I must have looked like I was jacking off to her. If it was Thunder, he wouldn't have freaked. Girls tend to overreact. "Mom! Time to buy Seungri a lock on his damn door!" she shouted, she started calling my mother mom the first few months of us being with them. She accepted it so easily.

"I'm not jacking off!" I yelled to my mother and hoped she heard me, Dara let out a scoff as she slammed my door. I sighed, things were slowly becoming normal, like I'd accepted what had happened to me or something, or I was just ignoring it, pushing it aside. I wasn't planning on dealing with it, I wasn't going to let it eat at me.

I heard Thunder laugh at Dara and my mom, things were so simple for them. Like it always was. But not for me, not for Seungri. Things were just...complicated. But hey, that's high school for you. Or slavery. Which ever floats your boat.

I hadn't really looked at my tattoo yet, because I winced at the very thought of who made it. Or what happened that night, exactly five days ago. It wasn't so bad, it was okay. Was I some sick person to heal so fast from this? Not exactly heal but get better at it, get used to it. I mean nothing bad had happened to me so far, I was healthy...enough. My family members were still alive, I felt no pain anywhere. Other than the stiff sore feeling Seunghyun left five days ago. But that was going away, it was just a numb sting now. Nothing was actually hurting me. I stared at the tattoo, it was very detailed, and kind of beautiful. In a way.

Dara knocked this time.

"Phone call for you" she said, not bothering to look at me. I stood up, the blankets that rested on me fell to the floor, she face palmed her face. "Disgusting." she muttered, shoving the phone to my chest. I grabbed it and pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I said, expecting to hear Jiyong's voice. "Yo, are you showing or what?" I heard Seunghyun's voice. Apparently, Seunghyun was allowed to order me around, why hasn't anyone warned me about this. I fought back a smirk. I mean I didn't sign up for it so, I guess I had no right to ask what the rules were. "What time?" I asked, acted as if I had the conversation of my life, in front of Dara. Just to annoy her. She scowled at me. "Quit it before I tell mom you're gay" she threatened, raising her hand, ready to smack me. Back hand style.

I had to smile. "Eleven tonight" he said then the line went dead. I shrugged as I passed the phone to Dara, she leaned against the door frame. "So...about the party. Am I invited?" she asked, crossing her arms around her chest. I raised an eyebrow. "It ain't my party sis, so knock yourself out" I said, slightly pushing her so I could close the door. She let out an annoyed groan. I figured she stormed into the hallway or something. I let out a relieved breath as I sat down on my bed.

Now it was time to ask CL to the party.

Texting was going to be such a half ass thing to do but it was the appealing option. So I lay on my bed pressing the buttons to ask the question.

'Do you want to go to the party with me?'

Simple and easy, I told myself. I sent it.

'Did you shoot yourself in the head or something?' was the reply. I let out a bitter laugh. I wish, I wanted to say. I wished.

'Haha, no i just thought we should just go together.' I wrote, hoping it was enough to get her to agree with me. Her reply was simple. It was just a simple OK. I blinked. She agreed just like that, it was easy. Like a putting together a puzzle. It was sort of easy.

I tossed my phone onto my bed as I stood up. I decided to take a shower. I needed it. Because I had to impress CL, or something along those lines. I was about to get completely naked when I heard another knock on the door. I sighed as I went to go open the door. And I wasn't shocked or surprised by what I saw. I was expecting it...sort of. It was Dara and Jiyong, Jiyong grinned at me. Dara looked at me with disgust. "It's not any of your business." I said to her as I let Jiyong in. I closed the door.

"Well you look scrumptious" Said Jiyong, smiling at me with interest. I only stared at him. "What are you doing here?" I asked, panic visibly ran through me. He looked around my room, looking at the awards that I had gotten as a child. He looked at the view I got from the window. "I'm here to socialize with your family. I need to meet your younger brother. He seems...interesting." he said, smiling his evil smile at me. "I was about to take a shower." I said curtly. Secretly wanting him to leave. "Then take the shower" he smirked, walking towards me. I stood still. He pulled at the waist band of my shorts. "How about some fun first?" he smirked, kissing my jawline. I didn't move or say anything. "I've been thinking about you all day." he whispered into my ear, it sent shivers down my spine and blood pulsing through my body.

"Fuck you" I spat, he grinned. "I bet you want to." he said, his hand rubbing against my member. I got hard almost instantaneously. "Stop" I growled, slightly pushing him away. "You don't want me to stop." he said, warned. I notice he had a bag, some expensive designer shit or something. He placed it on my bed. "I have a lot of things here." he said, unzipping the mysterious bag. "...To cause pain, pleasure and a little bit of both" he smirked. I gulped. "No...G-get out of my home!" I tried to sound courageous but beneath my shitty mask I was scared. He slapped me across the face, I was shocked. I looked at him, narrowing my eyes at him. "Don't fucking tell me to get out." he said, pushing me into the bathroom.

"You better be careful of what you say from now on. I'm not feeling very nice anymore" he let out a dark chuckle. He punched me till I was on the floor. "How 'bout a nice collar for the dog" he spat as he tied the collar around my neck, tightening it. It was so tight I couldn't breathe properly. "There!" he exclaimed happily. "It would have been fun if Seunghyun was here" he said, slightly pouting. "Please Ji...Take it off" I whispered, my hands clutching at the collar. "It depends, do you want to play?" he said, smiling darkly at me.

"Fine. I'll play."

He took it off, like he agreed he would. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled. He made he stand up. "Well fuck," he breathed into my ear. "You're adorable.". "Lock the door." I muttered, never looking away from his eyes. He shook his head, "Isn't it more exciting when someone could walk in? When you're family is in the other room, making dinner the one you're inviting me to." he whispered, rubbing my already hard member. No, I wanted to say. I bit my lip, preventing myself from moaning. "What's wrong Seungri?" he laughed. Yanking my shorts off so hard it burned. I hissed. I'd take the pain, I'd take anything anything Jiyong gave me, as long as it kept my family safe.

It happened fast as I let myself get lost in instinct. I yanked Jiyong's clothes the same way he did to mine, I learned that he liked it that way. I made sure I didn't rip his designer clothes. I bit his shoulder when he did something that hurt. I bit it hard, hard enough so that my mouth tasted metal.

And I liked it. I hated to admitted but I did.

I liked the way his lips trailed over my skin, licking the sensitive spots that I didn't know I had. For a moment we only stared at each other, a hand met my face sharply. I looked at Jiyong, and smiled. Because I liked it. I pushed him into the shower, being equally rough. He turned on the shower, I got in. The water was cold. He pressed his body against mine. "You're teasing" he said, I turned him harshly, making him slightly bend over. "What a view" I said, he let out a giddy giggle. I pressed my finger at the puckered entrance. He moved against me. I spat at my fingers, and ran my hand against the shaft of my member. I entered slowly, the tightness of him surrounded me, I swore I was going to cum right there. But I held back, I let out a moan. "Seungri, you're being too gentle" Jiyong complained, moving towards me. I grunted as I thrusted hard. He moaned. I began to thrust harder and faster. He started to pant.

The scent of his skin was the most addicting scent I've ever smelled. I kept thrusting into him as I kissed his neck. His moans were loud and they echoed against the walls of the bathroom. I kept my moans to a minimum because I was scared that my family was going to hear us.

"Fuck Seungri!" he moaned, his wet hair sticking against his face. I pushed the blond strands away from his face. He was too beautiful to have something covering his face. I let out a grunt as I released into him. He came on to the wall of the shower. He seemed breathless, "That was entertaining" he said, I pulled myself out of him. I got a grip on reality, I hoped that no one heard us. I felt sticky again, dirty, disgusting. He placed his arms around my neck, and bit my shoulder. I winced. "I've left my mark. Again" he grinned, I wanted to push him away and punch his face. I placed my hands at his sides, I squeezed hard, he let out a breathy moan. I bit at his collar bone, I wasn't being gentle, he slapped me. And I realized pain wasn't a bad thing to Jiyong. It was a good thing. For him. I didn't like it as such as him. I pushed him forward until his back was pressed against the wall. I turned the hot water on, time for my shower.

I towel dried my hair while Jiyong used the hairdryer. I sat at my bed, glancing at Jiyong's bag ever now and then. I was curious about what was in there. What could Jiyong have in his bag? But I didn't dare touch it. He came out of my bathroom, fully dressed and hair made. I looked down at myself, I hadn't given much thought about what to wear to his party. He stared at my chest. "Do you work out regularly?" he asked, I shook my head. "Not really. If you count Soccer as working out then yeah." I replied to his question. He smirked. He looked around, as if he was a judge at some pageant or something. "It's pretty decent. Where's your closet?" he asked, I pointed to the door next to the bathroom. He opened it.

"It's a walk in closet" he sounded surprised. "Having a business man for a step father has its perks" I said indifferently. "I'm surprised that you have some designer clothes." he said.

"Gifts from my sister and CL" I said, wondering if dinner was done. I stood up, and took some Pj's out of my dresser, I put them on. "I'm going to see if dinner is finished." I said to him, I could almost hear him nod. I went into the hallway, I closed my room door. "Mom?" I said, nervous. I walked into the living room. Dara was listening to music on her Ipod, very loudly. Thunder looked at me, his eyes wide. "Had fun?" he asked. He was shocked and somewhat amused. "You bi or something?" he asked, I swallowed, "I don't know," I answered, because I didn't know. I wasn't gay or anything. "I guess so." I muttered, he grinned at me. "Now that's just weird Hyung!" He laughed. I looked at Dara, she seemed annoyed. "Where's mom?" I asked him, changing the subject. "She went to the grocery store. Man if she heard you, I bet she would beat the crap outta you"

I let out a relieved sigh, at lease my mom didn't hear us. "You were very loud." He commented his eyes looking at my shoulder. "He bit you?" it sounded more like an accusation than a question. I narrowed my eyes at him, "You are one noisy brat!" I said as I nudged his side. He let out a bark of a laugh. I rolled my eyes as I walked back to my room. I opened the door, relieved to see that Jiyong hadn't made a mess.

"Wear this," he said, passing me a shirt that I hadn't seen since I opened it from Christmas. I put it on, he tossed a pair of pants, worn out jeans that matched with my shirt. Pants that I found tacky. He gave me a blazer, something I usually wore to dates. He eyed me, as if he wanted to memorize every detail of my outfit. "There." he muttered, to himself probably.

"Can we go to the living room?" he asked, translation: Let's go to the living room. "Sure" I said, walking out of my room. He followed close behind, stepping on my shadow. We entered the living room. I yawned, scratching my head. Dara visibly tensed.

Thunder looked at Jiyong and smiled politely, "Hello" he said, Jiyong's eyes were bright with delight. He had taken an interest in my brother. "Hello...?". "Sanghyun, you can call me Chundoong, or Doong if you'd like," said Thunder, smiling happily at Jiyong. "I'm Jiyong." he said, faking a kind smile.

We sat there in awkward silence while Jiyong was eyeing Thunder, until my mom came. We stood up as my mom went into the kitchen to get the food ready. "Don't eat" Jiyong whispered into my ear. I glanced at him, and nodded once.

"Mom, I'm not feeling very hungry. I'm going to leave" I said, not looking at her. "Hmm, alright." she answered.

Dara looked at Jiyong and tried to smiled at him. But he smiled back anyway. "Can I come to your party?" she asked, placing her hand on her hip. He looked at her up and down and licked his lips. "Sure." he said, smirked. Dara's jaw fell, she composed herself, and smiled at him. "See you there." she said to us, walking towards her room. I raised my eyes at Jiyong. He smirked. "Jealous?" he whispered, walking towards the door. I shook my head as I walked towards him.

A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner~ I was away from home for two weeks. And it takes a lot of imagination(for me) to visualize rated scenes. O.O I was literally blushing while I was writing this. XD. Thanks for leaving comments, they've motivated me to finish this chapter. Leave more? :)