Hey everyone! I hope everyone's doing well and eating their meals on time ~~

I do not own MM!

I followed Yoosung through the courtyard, walking up and down through the winding isle of display tables, all of which were covered with various items. There was a promotional event going on at his school, to which he invited me to accompany him. I didn't have much interest in any of the items up for sale, so I simply followed him, his hand laced in my own, guiding me around, to which I had no qualms.

"Yoosung," I froze for a moment, looking around, unable to see what I was looking for, "Where are the bathrooms..?"

Yoosung let go of my hand, pointing at the door to the school not far from where we were standing.

"Just go inside that door and to the left- they'll be on your left-hand side!"

I nodded, squeezing his shoulder for a second before I turned, heading towards the doors. I pushed them open gently, the empty hallway slightly eerie. I turned, keeping my eyes to the left as instructed, and sure enough, came upon the bathrooms. I stepped inside, turning on the cold water and running my hands under it, closing my eyes gently. Although I felt more grounded in public when I was with Yoosung, I still felt wisps of anxiety pulling at my heart, threatening to bring me out of my temporary stability. The presence of lots of people in one consecutive area was always a trigger for me- I wondered if I would ever be able to feel comfortable in a room full of people.

I splashed some of the water on my face, turning off the tap, grabbing a piece of paper towel from the dispenser, dabbing my face with it, drying off my hands in the process. I crumpled it up, tossing it into the trash on my way out, making my way back to Yoosung. I opened the doors, looking around for him, frowning when he was no longer in the spot I had left him in. My eyes scanned the area, unable to find him, panic rising in my stomach, walking quickly through the isles, desperately searching for him.

"Did you see those guys push him over there? Do you think we should do something?"

"No way, those guys are scary!"

I froze, my head turning in the direction of two girls, speaking in hurried whispers. I approached them, my eyes dark, and they shivered under my gaze.

"Who are you talking about?"

One of the girls visibly swallowed, her eyes wide as she stared back at me. She pointed in the direction of the alley next to the school, her hand shaking gently.

"Y... Yoosung Kim. Some guys took him over there."

I bolted in the aforementioned direction, my heart pounding in my chest. I turned the corner sharply, my shoes skidding on the pavement, my breathing heavy as I stared at the scene before me.

There were three guys surrounding Yoosung, who was curled up on his knees on the ground, holding his elbow in his hand, blooding trickling down from under his palm, looking up at them in fear. They all turned to me, relief washing over Yoosung's face as he saw me. I stepped towards them, my insides burning, the fire consuming me- I clenched my jaw, my fists opening and closing as the darkness grew stronger, my rage fuelling me.

"What do you think you're doing."

It wasn't a question- it was a demand. They laughed at my words, rolling their eyes as they approached me.

"We just wanted to teach this little faggot a lesson- ain't you his boyfriend? Should we take care of you next?"

The flames grew stronger, hotter, burning my entire body- I felt like I would erupt at any moment, my veins pulsing inside me- it took everything in my power not to attack them immediately. A dark smirk came onto my lips as I narrowed my eyes at them, cracking my knuckles individually- I tilted my head to the side in a nonchalant way, amused as they grew even more pissed off.

"I don't think it's wise to underestimate me."

One of them ran towards me, and I folded backwards, my palms on the ground, my legs springing up high, kicking him square in the jaw with all the force I had. He stumbled back, blood dripping from his mouth, and I twisted my body, landing on my feet gracefully. They stared at me in shock as I wiped the blood off of the sole of my shoe onto the pavement. I cracked my neck, glaring at them beneath the line of my bangs.

"I said- I don't think it's wise to underestimate me."

The two who were uninjured looked at each other apprehensively, but only for a moment, before they came running at me, surely thinking that numbers would assist them in their cause. I didn't move as one of them grabbed my arms, and the other stood before me, smirking as though he had won.

"Not gonna fight back now, are you?"

I smiled up at him, blinking slowly.

"Why would you think that?"

I shot my foot back, giving my body leverage, rolling my shoulders up, effectively throwing the man holding my arms over my back, slamming him into the other, both of them slamming hard into the ground. It took them a couple seconds to collect themselves, propping their bodies up on their elbows. I kicked their arms out from beneath them, forcing them back down to the ground, glaring hard at them both, shooting a look at the one who was holding his now-bruised jaw.

"Unless you want me to really get mad, I suggest you leave him alone. If you don't, I will find you, and I will make you pay," I grinned at them, my malice possessing me like a demon as my voice dropped down, husky and menacing, "You'd be amazed at the things I could do to you."

They shivered beneath my gaze, boring down at them. I spat at them, turning on my heel, coming face-to-face with Yoosung, who looked at me with a mixture of anger, concern, and admiration. He grabbed my wrist with his uninjured arm, dragging me behind him. He said nothing as he hailed a taxi, getting us both inside, staring out the window the entire ride to his apartment. He paid the driver, grabbing my wrist once again, dragging me into the building, up the stairs, ripping open the apartment door, shoving me inside, promptly slamming the door behind him.

He turned around, shoving me hard in the chest, glaring up at me.

"You- You idiot! You shouldn't have done that! What if someone had seen you? What if you got hurt?!" He continued to push me in the chest, his face distorted in his frustration. I made no move to stop him, watching as he bombarded my chest with his fists, his actions quelling the rage inside me with every hit.

"... They hurt you. I couldn't let that go."

He stopped hitting me for a moment, looking at his bloodied elbow, which was still dripping, the skin there torn open- probably from being dragged against the wall. I almost felt darkness running within me once more, but it was stopped as Yoosung suddenly grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, slamming my lips against his.

"You're dumb," He kissed me again, "And reckless," Another hurried kiss, "And ridiculous," And again, biting hard at my lip this time, causing me to moan softly until he pulled back, his eyes swirling at me with a look I had never seen inside them, "And I adore it."

My instincts took over, my body reaching down, grabbing him by the legs, lifting him up so our hips were level, slamming his back hard against the wall. He whimpered, wrapping his legs around my waist, pulling my body against his, gripping my hair as he brought his mouth down onto mine, ravishing it with his tongue. I squeezed his hips, my hands adventuring over his ass, and he bucked his hips forwards in response, rubbing his crotch against my own- and now a different kind of flame was fanning inside me.

I growled against his lips, pulling my mouth away, biting at his neck hard, his hands pulling my hair in pleasure. I couldn't hold back, my hips grinding upwards, rubbing my arousal against his own, a moan forming low in my throat as I felt he was completely hard against me. I picked up my pace, this new sensation almost making me drunk with need, my body moving completely of it's own accord.

I sucked hard at his neck, my teeth sinking into the skin, and he cried out, at which my eyes popped open, snapping me back to reality. I pulled back, setting him down on the ground, turning around and facing the opposite wall, leaning against it. I could hear his laboured breathing from behind me, and I shook my head, trying to collect myself.

"Sae-Saeran..?"

I gazed at him over my shoulder, his face flushed, his hair a mess, shoulders moving up and down in steady rhythm. I shook my head, running my hands through my hair.

"I.. I'm sorry. I lost control."

He smiled at me through his heavy breaths, placing a hand on my side gently, rubbing my waist.

"Saeran, if you couldn't tell, I kinda liked it."

I closed my eyes tightly, letting out a heavy breath through my nose. I turned to him, smiling weakly, avoiding trailing my gaze over the hickey I had left on him, plain as day on the curve of his neck.

"I just... Don't want to go too far."

He trailed his hands down my arms, his eyes half lidded as he smiled at me.

"What if.. I told you that you wouldn't?"

I regarded him, biting my lip gently, fighting myself inside my own head- God, I wanted him- I always wanted him. But now- now was not the time. I shook my head slowly, squeezing his hands in my own.

"... I can't right now.. I can't."

He nodded at me, his hands firmly gripping my own in a form of reassurance. He nuzzled his nose against mine, and I sighed, my body relaxing at the sweet gesture.

"Okay. I'll wait." He grinned at me, placing a soft kiss on my lips, at which I gently returned, running my thumb over his soft knuckles. He pulled away, his forehead leaning against my own. "We have as long as we want."

I don't know if Saeran ever learned how to fight, but just going by the fact that he would probably lose his shit if someone hurt Yoosung, in my fanfiction, he can. Fight me.

Just kidding plz dont i dont liek fighting LOL

~Pixil-8