It's Not Selfish To Want To Live

How It Should Be...

TW:Underaged Drinking and DrugsAbusing medicineAbuseSelf-destructive behavior Self-HateDubious Consent (===) Before and afterEating Disorder HabitsSmutty Smut (+++) before and after- also author note after that includes details you missed!Alright, My Loves...Strap in

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Minho was bundled in Jong-dae's sweater smoking and leaning on a tree. Watching from afar as Jong-dae was his normal social butterfly self, who would occasionally turn to him and wink. He was so...different. He's changed so much in a year. But so did Minho...He used to be much more temperamental. Smacking him, choking him, he hasn't done that though. The sick part of Minho wanted him to. Fuck he missed that constant fear and pain...made him actually feel something. He hissed as he put his cigarette out on his calf and lit another one. Inhaling the horrible ash and looking up at the stars. Missing Jisung's boba eyes that held the galaxy... Missing Felix's constellation freckles...and so much more. He fucking missed them. But they were hopefully not missing him, which was probably easy.   "Lee! Wanna get going babe?"   Minho sniffled and wiped a tear, nodding as he stumbled back.

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"I'm about the uninstall Twitter."   Seungmin groaned to himself. He was in by the street waiting for Chan to come pick him up, he loves scrolling through Twitter but lately... every night there's a video. A picture. A post talking about some cute guy named Minho at a party. Who knew he'd be a hit at parties...This time it was more concerning. Seeing him, cigarette in hand, two guys draped on his shoulders while he looked miserable and threw a peace sign up at the camera. Unsettling...It was unsettling. Especially seeing his body... Chan pulled up, concern on his face as Seungmin sat in the front seat.   "Twitter."   Chan sighed,   "You gotta stay off of there..."   "Yeah but what if...something bad happens to him?"   Chan took his hand, interlocking their fingers,   "Then Jinnie will see, you shouldn't be watching and seeing that bub."   Seungmin sighed,   "I'm scared..."   "Me too." 

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Minho moaned and gripped the door handle as Jong-dae thrusted into him at the perfect angle. Fucking in a car wasn't the best but wasn't the worst. Minho's head dropped and bobbed as he picked up his pace.   "Fuck, you swallow me perfectly slut..."   Minho mewled as Jong-dae pulled his hair and yanked his head back.   " F-Fuck... Sir please..."   "Mm, please what doll?"   Minho whined,   "Harder...please..."   Jong-dae grunted and pushed harder. Pulling and pushing Minho's body onto him. The car windows fogged as they panted. Jong-dae lowered into his ear,   "No cumming slut."   Minho tensed and cried out as Jong-dae came and fucked into him more. Jong-dae sighed and stilled. Leaving Minho to cry under him.   "Mm, so pretty when you cry bitch..."   Jong-dae pulled out and used a shirt to wipe himself down. He pulled Minho's shorts over his ass,   "Sit normally baby."   Minho sniffled and turned over, wincing. He whined as he sat down only to jolt as Jong-dae fisted his cock. Minho held onto his arm as he jerked him off,   "S-Sir please...fuck please let me cum..."   Jong-dae giggled darkly, leaning over his spat on his cock,   "Cum for me doll."    He wrapped the shirt around his tip as Minho came with a loud moan.   "There you go baby..."   Minho panted and clung to his arm, laying his head down. Jong-dae giggled,   "Feel good beautiful?"   Minho hummed, rubbing his arm,   "So good..."   

"So...Sir?"   Minho flushed,   "S-Shut up..."   Jong-dae chuckled and balled up the shirt, putting the sweater over Minho's shoulders and turned the air down,   "No no, I liked it, say it again."   "No..."   Minho pulled his shorts up and covered his face,   "Come on dollface, I wanna hear you whine again."   Minho broke into a smile and Jong-dae leaned into his vision with a pout,   "Let's go..."   Jong-dae slapped his thigh,   "Brat, my house or yours?"   "I don't know Sir...take me anywhere~"   Minho teased, giggling as Jong-dae groaned and fixed his shorts.