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a jeongcheol fanfiction

chapter two

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"seungcheol, please- "jeonghan's voice cracked as he pushed against the other man's chest, fingers trembling. "just stop. let me go. i don't- i don't want this."

seungcheol didn't move. his grip only tightened, fingers digging into jeonghan's waist like he was afraid he'd vanish if he loosened his hold even slightly. "you don't mean that," he murmured, voice thick with something desperate. "you can't mean that. not after everything."

jeonghan shook his head, breath coming too fast. "i'm serious. you're scaring me."

a flicker of something dangerous passed over seungcheol's face. "no, i'm not," he said, softer now, almost soothing. "you're just confused. but i know you, hannie. i know what you need better than you do."

"that's not- "

"look at you," seungcheol interrupted, gaze raking over him with terrifying possessiveness. "so perfect. so mine. you think i'd ever let anyone else touch you? let you walk away?" his thumb brushed jeonghan's lower lip, slow and deliberate. "you've always been mine. you just didn't realize it yet."

jeonghan's pulse roared in his ears. "this isn't love, cheol."

seungcheol's expression darkened. "isn't it?" he challenged, leaning in until his breath ghosted over jeonghan's mouth. "then why does your heart race when i'm close? why do you let me hold you like this?" his voice dropped to a whisper. "you can lie to yourself, but not to me."

before jeonghan could protest again, seungcheol lifted him effortlessly, arms locking around him like steel.

"put me down- !"

"shh," seungcheol murmured, carrying him toward the bedroom as if he weighed nothing. "i've got you. i'll always take care of you."

the door shut behind them with a quiet click.

jeonghan barely had time to scramble back before seungcheol was on him, caging him against the mattress, his body a solid weight.

"you don't have to be afraid," seungcheol whispered, one hand tangling in jeonghan's hair, tilting his head up. "i'd never hurt you. never let anyone else have you." his lips brushed jeonghan's temple, feather-light. "just let me love you. that's all i want."

jeonghan squeezed his eyes shut. "this isn't how love works."

seungcheol smiled, soft, almost tender, as if jeonghan had said something endearing instead of devastating. "it is for us."

and then his mouth was on jeonghan's again, swallowing every protest, every plea, until there was nothing left but the suffocating weight of his devotion.

seungcheol's fingers trailed down jeonghan's chest, slow and deliberate, before hooking into the first button of his shirt.

"don't- " jeonghan gasped, twisting beneath him, but seungcheol ignored him, popping the button open with a flick of his wrist.

"shh," seungcheol murmured, his voice low, honey-thick with false comfort. "just let me take care of you."

another button undone. then another. jeonghan's breath hitched as cool air hit his exposed skin, his fingers clawing uselessly at seungcheol's shoulders.

"stop- please- "

but seungcheol didn't stop. he never did.

instead, he leaned down, pressing his lips to the hollow of jeonghan's throat, then lower, down the trembling line of his sternum, over the frantic drumbeat of his heart. jeonghan jerked beneath him, a choked noise escaping his lips as seungcheol's mouth burned a path down his torso.

"you're so beautiful like this," seungcheol breathed against his skin, hands splaying possessively over jeonghan's waist. "all mine."

jeonghan shoved at him, nails digging in, but seungcheol didn't even flinch. he was too strong, too heavy, his body a prison of muscle and want.

"get off!"

seungcheol only chuckled, dark and indulgent, like jeonghan's resistance was nothing more than a game. his teeth grazed the dip of jeonghan's hip, and jeonghan flinched, a whimper tearing from his throat.

"i told you," seungcheol murmured, lifting his head just enough to meet jeonghan's wide, terrified eyes. "you don't have to fight me."

his thumb brushed jeonghan's bottom lip, smearing the words before they could form.

"you'll learn."

seungcheol's hands burned against jeonghan's bare skin as he peeled the undone shirt from his shoulders, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his collarbones like a man memorizing a map. jeonghan arched away, but seungcheol followed, pressing him deeper into the mattress with the full weight of his body, hot, everywhere at once.

"you're shaking," seungcheol murmured against his throat, lips dragging slow over his pulse. "is it fear... or something else?"

jeonghan's breath fractured. "i- i don't want this- "

"liar." a bite to the tendon of his neck, sharp enough to wring a gasp from him. "your body doesn't lie like your mouth does." seungcheol's knee nudged between his thighs, pinning him with terrifying ease. "feel how you react to me."

jeonghan squeezed his eyes shut, humiliation scalding his cheeks as seungcheol's hands slid lower, calloused palms skimming the dip of his waist, the fluttering tension of his stomach. every touch was a claim.

"look at me," seungcheol demanded, fingers tightening on his hip. "i want you to watch what you do to me."

when jeonghan refused, seungcheol caught his chin, forcing their gazes to lock. his eyes were black with want, pupils blown wide. "you ruin me," he growled, grinding down deliberately, letting jeonghan feel his hard, aching cock. "and you'll ruin me forever, won't you?"

jeonghan's protest died in his throat as seungcheol's mouth crashed into his again, swallowing every broken sound. he couldn't move, couldn't think, only drown in the feverish heat of seungcheol's touch, the relentless press of lips and teeth and hands that left no inch of him untouched, unclaimed.

"mine," seungcheol panted against his lips, voice raw. "say it."

jeonghan's nails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood, but seungcheol only groaned, kissing him deeper.

"you will."