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Summary:

He was the next Sect Leader of Mount Hua. ChungMyung had realised this the moment he saw him. There were no other candidates to compete with him ; there was only him. And truthfully, the young sword saint didn’t mind it.

Of all the things positive about him, however, there was one ‘ flaw ‘ that no one had found out yet. Or, at the very least, they hadn't called him out on it...

OR : Baek Cheon is a crybaby. ChungMyung loves him anyway.

Notes:

KYAAA finally !! BaekCheong!! Sorry for the angst from my last work, would you forgive me? hehe. I rushed this (like always. Sorry!!) because I really wanted to post it! it's been a long time since I posted fluff, I hope you guys will enjoy this! The parts aren't that connected since I wrote them in a multitude of days (and I kept cutting some parts out because phew. ChungMyung is already tired in canon, can't make him too overworked!)

BTW you can skip the smut. It starts with an emoticon, and it isn't much important to the plot! Just wanted to try it out hehe.

Anyways, have fun!! Comments are always appreciated and please remember that english isn't my first language! thank you!!!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Baek Cheon, formerly known as Jin Dongryong, was a lot of things.

 

He was handsome. That one was obvious. And the first thing one would notice of him. His face was genuinely said to be chiselled by the Heavenly God himself–and with a muscular body that could probably bench a local bandit, it was only natural to see ladies lining up, even for just a glimpse of him.

 

He was talented. A fully bloomed plum blossom, as his Sasuk-jos had called him. From the strength that was gained from his intensive training, along with his intelligent mind, it wasn’t surprising to others that he was the so-called prodigy of Mount Hua. 

 

He was the next Sect Leader of Mount Hua. ChungMyung had realised this the moment he saw him. There were no other candidates to compete with him ; there was only him. And truthfully, the young sword saint didn’t mind it. 

 

Of all the things positive about him, however, there was one ‘ flaw ‘ that no one had found out yet. Or, at the very least, they hadn't called him out on it...

 

Lastly , ChungMyung thought. 

 

He was a damn crybaby.

 


 

No ,” His Sasuk cried one morning.  “ No, you can’t leave me!

 

ChungMyung sighed, pushing away the bulky arms that clung to him. Normally, he would be ecstatic for such muscly arms because he grew those biceps. For this circumstance, however, it only served to be a major annoyance.

 

“Dongryong, the Sect Leader is calling for me,” He groaned. Said man only tightened his hold around ChungMyung’s waist.

 

“Tell him to fuck off then,” Baek Cheon said, muffled against the fabric of ChungMyung’s night robe. 

 

Who told you to be increasingly rebellious day by day, huh?

 

ChungMyung hears the idiot whine again, now against the crook of his neck–

 

Ah. He forgot to mention one of Baek Cheon’s most famous trait ;

 

He’s dating the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.

 

Baek Cheon was a good man, and an even better lover. Though ChungMyung didn’t feel like he struck gold–how could he when the gold was too obvious to pretend to just stumble upon?–he supposed it was good enough to be satisfied.

 

(It was also amusing to see such an elegant and dignified man be blatantly wrapped around his finger. He can admit that at least.)

 

ChungMyung wanted to cry, really. It was tiring to bear the burden of leaving a puppy-eyed Sasuk alone in bed everyday, (hey, wait a minute, he should have been up doing his duties by now…) but alas, he wasn’t called the strongest for no reason.

 

He attempts to push away the clingy limbs once again. No such luck, Dongryong was stuck like an octopus. ChungMyung was getting tired.

 

Baek Cheon ,” A rare, strict tone dripped from his words. “Let go.”

 

Similar to a dog, the addressed individual followed his order. Albeit, with a pout on his face and throwing a tantrum like a child. He turned away forcefully, wrapping himself in the warmth of their shared blanket.

 

“Am I or are you the junior here, bastard…” ChungMyung gritted his teeth. It only aggravated the huffy state of his stupid lover. Ugh, ChungMyunh wished he could show this side of their great Sasuk to the rest of Mount Hua, just to show how he is not the clingy one in this relationship, thank you very much!!

 

The bundle of blankets shifted. “...ChungMyung-ah.” A pair of dark blue eyes peek over a gap.

 

Oh, is ChungMyung so tired.

 

Those same, dark eyes glisten with unshed tears, obviously trying to guilt trip him. ChungMyung would never admit it, but he feels his resolve falter just slightly. He exhales, holding in a laugh, and reaching to rub a thumb on the skin under the silly manipulator’s eye.

 

“Aigo… Fine.” 

 

Jin Dongryong - 1, ChungMyung - 0.

 

“You’re staying?” His leaky eyes blinked at him. ChungMyung sighed, rubbing his temples. 

 

“I am, so move over,” He grumbled. Instantly, Idiot Dongryong’s face lit up. His eyes sparkled and ChungMyung is exasperated at how puppy like his lover is.

 

As expected, the moment ChungMyung scooted right back in his arms, his demeanour changed immediately. 

 

He thinks he’s slick, this guy. What happened to his crying little dragon?

 

Moist eyes become dark and swirling with something unknown in a mere second. It doesn’t beat his record, but ChungMyung is surprised nonetheless. He feels the sudden grip around his waist tighten. Glancing back, he sees that his gaze was now rid of the pitiful one that ChungMyung moronically fell for–instead, it was overcome with a familiar emotion. 

 

Lust.  

 

Glaring at his stupid lover, he hisses, “ Are you serious? ” 

 

Said lover only grins. Handsome bastard.

 

ChungMyung could feel it at the close proximity, the thing poking him. He swears, he’s going to kill the fucker. Making the Sect Leader wait for this?? Baek Cheon probably needs a beating if he’s acting like this.

 

It pisses him off. But.. Well. 

 

He could just go see the Sect Leader later..

 

For now, he’s already in bed– 

 

Might as well.

 


 

..

“I told you not to leave any marks!!”

“But you were just so delicious!”

“YOU-”

 


 

ChungMyung was a busy man.

 

He was always one to multi-task–from managing all the Sect’s businesses to supervising and leading the training of his fellow disciples, there wasn’t a moment to waste in having Mount Hua flourish. He strived to make Mount Hua the best, after all, and nothing will hinder him from making progress.

 

Such things also apply to his Dongryong.

 

“– No, Sasuk, I can’t .” He waves off the grown man, trying not to flush at the stares they were getting from the other disciples in training. 

 

Although, he could never get the hint.

 

ChungMyung turns away, only to hear the idiot whine, “Why not?!” like a child. While it was extremely embarrassing for the disciples of Mount Hua to be watching their Sasuk act like this, pity was all that bubbled up inside of them. Pity for ChungMyung of all people.

 

Baek Cheon liked their youngest’s attention ; that fact was obvious, even to the often oblivious ChungMyung. And truthfully, they don’t mind it. He can get his focus on him for all they care–it would save them a lot of trouble. 

 

But what puts them off–and what said youngest doesn’t know about–is how their Great Sasuk does just to gain it.

 

In some instances, he merely just throws a temper tantrum. Those ones are funny, especially what ChungMyung does just to appease him. Sometimes, they really do wonder if ChungMyung and Baek Cheon had switched ages but didn’t tell them.

 

Other times, where ChungMyung really does have no choice but to focus on something else, he follows the other around. Only until the other’s will loosens and he agrees to his request, of course, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme these days. Back then, it was only once a week would ChungMyung soften. Those days, Baek Cheon would do the other tactic.

 

But in moments like this… he’d just outright cry.

 

It wasn’t like this happens on rare occasion either–no, it was quite common actually, to the point that 3 days won’t even pass before Baek Cheon would be sobbing on ChungMyung’s shoulder, subtly glaring at the person who would dare take his lover’s time away from him.

 

Yes, they did notice that. They weren’t that unobservant!

 

Back in the present, the disciples could see the obvious irritation bubbling up in their youngest’s expression. An uncommon effect whenever their Sasuk cried. Normally, ChungMyung would bend to his will immediately, even if Baek Cheon’s eyes were still only moistening.

 

Baek Cheon seemingly noticed this as well, if not backing down in shedding a few tears wasn’t obvious enough. He pouts as his lover's reaction, gaze shifting from pretending to look sorrowful to being engulfed in the anger he felt.

 

“Do you even love me?!”

 

“What does that have to do with anything?!”

 

Baek Cheon pouts even further. “If you really did love me, you would focus on me, me, me! ” His right foot stomped with every emphasis.

 

Hey, the onlookers watched with blank faces, Aren’t you a grown ass man?

 

Maybe they gave ChungMyung too much flack.

 

They watched as ChungMyung’s resolve crumbled, more due to how worn out he was than because of Baek Cheon’s awfully not-so-cute act. A sigh left his lips and off he went, wobbling towards their Sasuk. Uh-oh, the spectators whisper amongst themselves. Here comes the PDA.

 

The last thing they see before they turn away hurriedly, is their youngest Sajae connecting their lips with their Great Sasuk. Groans fill the area, but no one could truly get them to stop. 

 

ChungMyung rolls his eyes, both at his idiotic, crybaby of a lover, and his Sect full of downright haters. It was hard to huff like a brat when your lips are attached to something akin to a leach, but he can’t say he isn’t enjoying it.

 

A trail of saliva is visible when they pull away, hanging between the gap of Baek Cheon’s and his mouth. Now suffering from sore lips, ChungMyung decides to help Baek Cheon’s self-restraint by pushing him away, both of his hands being used, as Dongryong’s strength has gotten stronger. He doesn’t know if he should be proud or not.

 

He goes with the former, showing this by choosing to hold Baek Cheon’s cheeks in his palms. No smooching for you.

 

It was a great inconvenience to Baek Cheon. He wants a kiss!

 

But when ChungMyung smiles softly, hands still lovingly caressing both of Baek Cheon’s cheeks, he finds he doesn’t mind much, all too willing to spend eternity like this. 

 

“Are you fine now, dummy?” Even insulting him was cute. Baek Cheon is so lucky.

 

“Y’uh,” He exhales happily, basking in the affection ChungMyung rarely displays in public.

 

“Good!” And suddenly, those warm hands were gone.

 

The next thing Baek Cheon knows, ChungMyung is sauntering off to another group of disciples. He waves a hand while doing so, smirk, not-so-subtle. Baek Cheon is left from where he stood, dazed.

 

“If you’re fine, then you can go train! I’ll see you later, Dongryong-ah.”

 

At his words, Baek Cheon finds one eye twitching, jaw slacked in disbelief. Is there a way to kill everybody here and leave him all to myself?! He whined at the torture. ChungMyung remained ignorant of it.

 

ChungMyung - 1, Baek Cheon - 1.

 


 

They’ve always known that their Sasuk held ChungMyung in high regard. Even when they first met, it was noticeable that Baek Cheon had taken interest in their youngest, though it wasn’t romantic yet. It wasn’t until they had gotten closer, that the other disciples took notice of the obvious pining Baek Cheon was going through. They had prayed for his safety then.

 

Silently, they cheered for the man when he revealed that finally, he and ChungMyung were together. It was enough of a joyful moment that they hosted a celebration for that fact itself. With that fact alone, it was safe to say that their relationship wasn’t a topic that they were uncomfortable about. So of course, the disciples didn’t mind the PDA that they sometimes partook in. 

 

But that only lasted until Baek Cheon, the utter bastard, had the nerve to keep their youngest to himself.

 

“Seriously!” Baek Sang complained to the others keeping him company. “It’s like ChungMyung-ah is his and his alone–which is utter bullshit, he’s OUR Sajil!!” He snarled at the air, probably thinking of it as his Sahyung.

 

The rest of the disciples couldn’t comfort him, because they too, feel the same way. How dare their once respectful, reliable Sasuk, put his filthy hands anywhere near ChungMyung and make it so no one else could approach him?! It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t like they were asking to be coddled the same as him– although, that isn’t a bad idea…– but having some domestic time with ChungMyung would be nice.

 

But now even that isn’t allowed. No, they have to gain permission.

 

“It’s such a stupid rule. If he wasn’t our Sasuk, I would’ve attacked him a long time ago,” Jo Gul hummed, leaning against Yoon Jong who responded.

 

“Right? It’s so annoying. He looks at us all smug while he’s being showered in attention too, it makes me want to smack his ugly face in.”

 

Nevermind that he wasn’t ugly–in fact he was the most attractive out of all of them. Still, it was the principle of it.

 

Hye Yeon was the next to speak up, although he shouldn’t have been, based on his flushed face and the half empty bottle of alcohol in his hands. “The Righteous Sword doesn’t deserve Siju. We should kill him.”

 

Aren’t you a monk?

 

Just go back to Shaolin if you’re going to keep making these idiotic statements.

 

Bald fuck. 

 

( –Sago, what do you have against bald people?)

 

“We’re not killing anyone,” Yoon Jong stressed out, blatantly ignoring Jo Gul muttering, “ we should.

 

Yoon Jong continued, “Making a plan to kill our Sasuk wasn’t even my intention for this gathering in the first place. I just wanted to complain…” He sighed, looking as tired as he was on the first day he met ChungMyung. Why were all his troubles connected to him somehow?

 

“We’re already here to begin with, why not scheme? It’s rare for us to be together like this.” Ignoring the domestic part of his sentence, the rest of the disciples agreed with Baek Sang. Yoon Jong still pushed on however, the angel on his shoulder telling him to fight for what’s right.

 

What a joke. 

 

“He’s our Sasuk! We can’t just-!”

 

Ughh , Sahyung, if you don’t want to join in, then just go already!”

 

“Hear, hear.”

 

“For real.”

 

“So annoying… This is why you’re ChungMyung’s least favourite.”

 

Auk-, Yoon Jong flinched at their words. It wasn’t true, he knew, but the idea of it was enough to make his will shrivel up like a drying plant. So, despite his logic screaming at him to do otherwise, he shuts up and lets the Sect take its course. 

 

“Ancestors help us –Fine . What do you all propose we do?”

 

“I propose death,” Jo Gul quipped, raising his hand. Thankfully, Soso was there to make him see reason. “If you wanted to die, Sahyung, you could’ve just told me.” He saw reason then.

 

When Jo Gul finally quieted down, someone else interjected. ”Maybe we could just talk to Sasuk..? And tell him to share his time with ChungMyung…?”

 

Blank stares from their fellow disciples was all the answer he could get.

 

“This is so hard,” Soso moaned, drooping over the lap of Yu Iseol, who only shook her head in agreement. 

 

She sulked, “Sasuk doesn’t have any weaknesses at all! What do we do now?!” 

 

Nobody spoke up—even when the misery spread through their nerves rapidly. Was there really no hope in getting our ChungMyung-ah back…? Most of the disciples simultaneously thought, a dreamy and dramatic sigh escaping their lips. 

 

A deck of cards was presented to the table.

 

“No wait. I have an idea.”

 

Full house.

 

One thing about the Mount Hua disciples is that they never take anything lightly when it comes to ChungMyung.

 

If following this routine of theirs means making their most Senior disciple, their enemy? Well. Call them a fucking battalion.

 


 

( ◜‿◝ )♡

 

(( Despite everyone’s belief, there were times where–instead of Baek Cheon–ChungMyung would be the one shedding tears and sobbing until his throat was hoarse.

 

However, those instances only happen in specific scenarios. 

 

One example ; their bed.

 

Sasuk-! ” ChungMyung whined, a rough hand grabbing at the silky hair of his lover. Baek Cheon responds to his call by bringing his lustful gaze up towards his face, and ChungMyung couldn’t help but turn his head away. 

 

He knows he shouldn’t be acting like such a damn maiden, because even though ChungMyung is trying his best to push his Sasuk off–in contrast to his actions of simultaneously squeezing him in to stay in his position–Baek Cheon was still buried between his thighs. 

 

If ChungMyung wasn’t already flushed red with arousal, he’d be fuming with embarrassment. 

 

It was a humiliating feeling ; to be displayed like this, naked for all to see, while the one who was playing him like a fiddle was still fully clothed. 

 

Although, judging by the tent in the idiot’s pants, that’ll be a memory in the past soon enough.

 

“Sa– suk, ” ChungMyung tried again, a frustrated groan crawling out of his throat when Baek Cheon acted like he couldn’t hear him. Maybe he should just suffocate the bastard? 

 

“I’m not hearing what I want to hear.”

 

Don’t speak with my dick inside of your mouth, idiot! ” ChungMyung pulled at a clutch of his hair, already red face growing even more heated. Huffing, Baek Cheon took the poor, leaking cock of his mouth, instead choosing to focus on—

 

Ah-! ” 

 

ChungMyung gasped, feeling two fingers prodding at his hole. He bit his lip, nose scrunching up at the painful arousal swirling in his groin. His traitor of a dick twitches at the feather-like touch, and he swears he sees the bastard smile at this. Fucking freak.

 

But ChungMyung doesn’t have time to react or speak on that observation–not when Baek Cheon is bending his still clothed body, only hovering over ChungMyung’s own nude body, talking in such a deep voice it makes the renowned swordsman shudder. 

 

“Come on, ChungMyung-ah,” He could barely feel the light kiss Dongryong placed on the tip of his ear. Those damn fingers prode at his winking hole. “What do you want from me, huh?”

 

Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease–

 

“Fuck you , ” He spits, despite his mind telling him to just plead already. He doesn’t want to give the bastard any satisfaction.

 

“Now why would I do that?” Maybe because you’re already rock hard and I’m here leaking this much for you? My opinion.

 

A finger teasingly slides in him, just for a second, before it goes back to fidgeting the rim of his asshole and ChungMyung decides his pride was not worth it. 

 

Just put it in already! ” He screeched impatiently, even causing Baek Cheon to blink in shock. His tears sting the corner of his eyes as he continues to demand, “ Fuck me, you fucking basta–!

 

His insult couldn’t even be finished, two digits suddenly impaling him as he cuts off with a yelp. His legs jump and Baek Cheon goes back to his position on his knees, giving great attention to stretching ChungMyung’s poor hole, all while leaving fluttery kisses along the skin of his thighs until to his ankles. 

 

“Hah… Fuck, fuck, fuck me, ” He groaned, shivering at the delicious sensation of those thick fingers thrusting in and out of him. 

 

His preparation passed by quick, probably because his anus was already used to being abused by the fucker’s thick cock every damn night–but even this fact couldn’t help stop ChungMyung whining when four fingers slid out of him with a pop. 

 

“Just a sec’, ChungMyung-ah.” He hears some rustling and finally, he feels the tip of little Dongryong poking his winking hole.

 

The same tears that stung his eyes came back at full force once the tip entered him. God, even the tip was huge, what the fuck were they feeding him? 

 

“Ngh- Sasuk!” ChungMyung moaned, going cross-eyed when the rest of his cock slid in him smoothly. 

 

His tummy was already bulging at the size, rectum stretching to accommodate the huge dick just sitting inside of him. ChungMyung could feel the heat of Baek Cheon’s balls pressing against ass, and his own penis twitched so violently, it was embarrassing.

 

Shit , you’re always so damn tight, ChungMyung,” Baek Cheon panted, thankfully not noticing the waves of arousal that came crashing into ChungMyung’s nerves.

 

A hand came up to caress his cheek. “Oh baby, are you crying?” 

 

Was he? He didn’t even notice the rolls of tears that flowed out like a waterfall. 

 

“No,” He choked on his tears. How believable.

 

“Is this a bit too much for you?”

 

ChungMyung could hear the teasing tone in his voice as he asked that question, but that didn’t matter when Baek Cheon started to sluggishly thrust his massive, thick, stupid cock in full inside of his poor, stretched hole. 

 

ChungMyung believed that he would never go dumb just by being fucked with a big dick, but this was close.

 

Sasuk, sasuk, sasuk, ” He whispered like a mantra, whimpering as his nails dug at his lover’s back. The bastard was being so damn slow on purpose that it was killing him. 

 

“Faster– deeper,” ChungMyung gasped. 

 

In the midst of trying not to melt with pleasure, he never felt the hand creeping up to his chest. It played at his nipple so suddenly that he couldn’t do anything but jolt and moan like a- like a bitch.

 

“ChungMyung-ah.” Another kiss on his collar. “What’s the magic word?”

 

What am I, five? was what ChungMyung thought, but that only thing that could spill out of his mouth was–

 

Please, please, please–! Dongryong, please –” ChungMyung sobbed, body feeling too heavy to do anything but lay there as his Sasuk’s cock stayed warm inside of him. He begged and pleaded until his voice was cracking, repeating the words, “ please”, “faster”, and “deeper”.

 

And Baek Cheon listened. Of course he did, when had he never? 

 

ChungMyung ,” He whispered like a prayer.

 

His pelvis slapped against the skin of ChungMyung’s ass cheeks, making them deliciously shake with every contact. If his cock twitched at the sight of it, it wasn’t like ChungMyung could ever know—too busy clawing at the sheets and moaning like a bitch. his bitch.

 

“Nngh – D-D’ngry’ng–! ” ChungMyung mewled. Tears flowed easily now, no sign of it stopping. 

 

Baek Cheon had never felt so damn aroused by a sight in his entire life.

 

M’close –” Drool kept spilling out of his mouth, his tongue lolling out in an almost slutty way. “S’ close, D’ngry’ng,” He slurred, back arching for more, giving Baek Cheon the opportunity to slip his hand under him and trace his spine. 

 

It made ChungMyung cry. His touch was everywhere except ChungMyung’s leaking cock, what the hell is the matter with him?

 

“Ch-ch eon-ah! ” He tried a different tactic, but it didn’t make any difference to Baek Cheon’s speed when pounding him to the mattress. “ Fuck– Cheon-ah– I wanna cum! ” His toes curled in, body shuddering as the sensitive part inside of him was abused over and over again. 

 

“Not yet, Myung-ah,” He licked his nipple and ChungMyung sobbed

 

He’s choking on his tears at this point, arms laying limp by his side, legs being held up over Baek Cheon’s shoulders, and his poor, red cock abandoned to soak his stomach while his ass keeps being used like a fleshlight. 

 

He feels those same, big hands that were manhandling him just before, hold his penis and ChungMyung’s crying gets louder. He’s close, he could feel it—the familiar sensation of a knot uncoiling–

 

“Hah.. That’s it,” He feels Baek Cheon’s hot breath tickling his neck.

 

“Let go, ChungMyung.”

 

The last thing he remembers before his mind went blank ; was the white that flashed his vision, as well as the feeling of his lover’s cum stuffing him full. )) 

 

( ◜‿◝ )♡

 


 

Baek Cheon should’ve stayed warmed up in bed. Maybe then, he could’ve convinced ChungMyung to stay and cuddle up with him instead of meeting this- this ugly, arrogant, piece of shit!

 

He watched, all too aware of the subtle grazing of touches Jin Geumryong left on the skin of his lover. It almost made him lunge at the man, if only he wasn’t held back by his fellow disciples. Was everyone just being a traitor today?

 

“Disciple ChungMyung,” Jin Geumryong tugged at the sleeve of his ChungMyung, acting like a clingy child. ( I should be the only one doing that! Baek Cheon almost whined out.)

 

“What now?” ChungMyung sneered, but his focus immediately diverted to the man asking for his attention. It made Baek Cheon sick. 

 

The rest of the conversation became static noise to him. He was too busy trying not to vomit out the uncomfortable feeling violently swirling inside of his stomach. He pressed a hand against his mouth, head aching from holding back both genuine sobs, as well as his puke.

 

A sudden hand was placed on his shoulder. 

 

“D’aw, is our Sasuk sad that ChungMyung-ah isn’t making him his top priority anymore?” Baek Sang mockingly chattered. Sounds of cut-off laughter immediately spread through the crowd of sweaty, ugly, backstabbing assholes when they heard this quip of his. 

 

“You knew about this…?” Ah, maybe I shouldn’t have talked, Words of Baek Sang that only passed his mind for a second. 

Unfortunately, or fortunately, his bitterness and pettiness took over his entire being for the day.

 

“Maybe, maybe not,” He shrugged, pursing his lips. “All I’m saying is that, maybeee- you shouldn't have been selfish!” 

 

He clapped his hands together, beaming at his seething Sasuk. Fucking bastard.

 

Killing intent radiated off of Baek Cheon, both at Jin Geumryong and the juniors who made him appear at Mount Hua in the first place. Yet he couldn’t do anything about it, especially since the last time he hurt someone on behalf of ChungMyung he—actually, Baek Cheon doesn’t want to recall anymore.

 

( “You’re the Sasuk!” ChungMyung had screamed at him. “Act like one!” 

 

It was the first time he was in the doghouse. He could also call it his most traumatising experience. )

 

However, ChungMyung never said anything about threats of violence.

 

“I hope you fall off a cliff.”

 

“Wow, so scary. Is that a warning, Sasuk?”

 

“No, just a wish. Do you want to make it a reality?”

 

“Kyaaa, ChungMyung-ah, your dog is barking at me!”

 

“What are you, a snitch?”

 

“Ah, but it’s working though, isn’t it?”

 

Ahem .

 

A grip to their scalp had them pausing. They couldn’t move, too afraid of the evil glint in ChungMyung’s eyes. Were they always that red?

 

His mouth stretched to a smile. But his eyes displayed a different story.

 

“Hmmm? What’s this?? Fighting??? Instead of traininnggg????” He beamed, not one full of sparkles, but instead a deep evilness radiating off of him. If Baek Sang didn’t have an empty bladder, he’d be pissing himself at that moment.

 

“No, I was just asking Sahyung for tips on how to swing a sword! I’ll go now,” He whipped his head away, probably aware of the chunk of hair that was left in ChungMyung’s hand, but also, who gives a shit when his life is in danger?

 

He waved at Baek Cheon, and the man did the same. As giddy as best friends are expected to be.

 

If ChungMyung noticed how they flipped each other off, he didn’t say anything.

 

“ChungMyung-ah,” A joyful expression washed off all the specks of irritation in Baek Cheon’s face. “How about helping me with training? Since you’re so upset about my progress, you should–”

 

“Nah, I’m busy.”

 

The irritation came back.

 

“Eh? Can’t you spend a bit of time with me?”

 

ChungMyung shrugged, “When I’m done with that bastard Jin, maybe.”

 

A tick appeared on his forehead.

 

Baek Cheon let out a high pitched whine, “Why are you even giving him the time of day-?!” He complained, eyes shifting to the puppy-eyed look that ChungMyung always melted at. 

 

But not today. Why????

 

Baek Cheon bit his lip, a wet sensation that he knew all-too-well coming back to his eyes. He desperately blinked them back, this wasn’t the time. The previous incidents were on purpose, sure, but he knew himself that this one wasn’t.

 

He’s actually making me cry , Baek Cheon furiously rubbed a sleeve across his face. All over Geumryong!!!

 

It was infuriating. Insulting.

 

“Because I’m needed, Dongryong.” ChungMyung had the audacity to roll his eyes.

 

“I need you too though,” He retorted, a wobble in his voice. “Can’t you focus on me instead?” 

 

“Sasuk can have my attention later.” His demand was final, a tone in his voice indicated that. It shocked both the onlookers and Baek Cheon. 

 

“But–”

 

“No buts.”

 

“ChungMyung-ah–!”

 

No , Sasuk,” He scolded like a child. Without even looking back, he strutted away to Jin Geumryong’s side once again. They walked together, side by side like they were the couple here—and Baek Cheon couldn’t hold back his tears.

 

“Why are you mad at me ?!” He yelled after them, throat filling with unreleased sobs.  “ I’m your lover ! Were all the times I had a dick inside of you all for noth-mmf!?”

 

okAAAY. ” 

 

ChungMyung rushed to slap a hand over Baek Cheon’s slobbery mouth. He flushed red, embarrassment filling his nerves, as well as the familiar feeling of guilt at the sight of his Sasuk’s blotched and teary face.

 

“Why are you crying again?!” ChungMyung frowned, causing Baek Cheon to hiccup. “For fucks’ sake, it’s like you’re a worse and more soggier version of Jin Geumryong.”

 

Everyone could hear their Sasuk’s heart shattering into pieces. Ouch .

 

“You don’t mean that,” He whispered, more tears pooling and spilling out of his eyes. 

 

No, ChungMyung didn’t. And he tells him that, worried as sick when Baek Cheon started hyperventilating, sobs being trapped in his oesophagus. Assisting Jin Geumryong was long and forgotten, in favour of trying to calm down the sobbing Sasuk.

 

“Yah, Sasuk, you’re always crying. You look like a kicked puppy!”

 

“Do you hate it?” Baek Cheon pouted. Cute.

 

“No. You’re cute.”

 

How Baek Cheon didn’t feel embarrassed for looking this pitiful was beyond him. But oh well. ChungMyung will gladly fall for his tricks–he was happy after all.

 

The other disciples? Not so much.

 

“...I’m blaming Baek Sang-Sasuk.”

 

HEY.


 

“Why were you even with Jin Geumryong?” Baek Cheon pouted, leaning onto the soaked chest of ChungMyung. His dried tear tracks on his face made him look like a soaked puppy. “I thought you hated him.”

 

“I do! Baek Sang-Sasuk told me that the Sect Leader requested it,” ChungMyung hummed, patting the back of his lover, not unlike one does to a baby.

 

Baek Cheon should’ve gone through with his threat.

 


 

“Quality time with ChungMyung.” 

 

“Not enough,” Jin Geumryong huffed, even though his heart pounded just by the idea of it.

 

“Plus, being a spectator to a shameful Sasuk.”

 

“Deal.”

 


 

🌸💙

 

If ChungMyung noticed that Baek Cheon was more clingy after… that incident, he never said anything.

 

Or maybe he just wasn’t aware in the first place.

 

However, that was impossible. Because ChungMyung was an observant man, always analysing each interaction—but also, it was always for the benefit of the Sect. It was possible that he doesn’t really detect anything that concerns him alone.

 

(“ChungMyung-ah,” Someone had asked.

 

“Why do you let Sasuk just hang onto you like that?”

 

ChungMyung’s confused stare and adorable tilted head was all they received.)

 

That theory was fueled even more when they took a look at how ChungMyung spoke with Baek Cheon ; when drunk .

 

A normal person would never act so casually at a man basically attached to them after all. They’d have some decorum, at the most.

 

They don’t.

 

ChungMyung-ah ,” Baek Cheon slurred, voice giggly. His eyes sparkled just by looking at the man with wild hair and plum blossom eyes. “You’re so pretty,” He observed, like it was fact. 

 

Well, it was ChungMyung. Of course it was fact.

 

“Mhn?” Was all he answered, pursing his swollen lips— probably from drinking from bottles too much , Baek Cheon recalled.

 

“ChungMyung-ah,” He called out again. His eyes flickered down the same swollen lips.

 

“Can I kiss you?” 

 

His lover stayed silent. Baek Cheon pouted.

 

He leaned his head on ChungMyung’s shoulder. He could feel the boy shudder when his alcohol breath hit a spot on ChungMyung’s neck. “Why aren’t you answering?” He whined, eyes going damp with incoming tears.

 

They dripped down when another round of silence occurred. 

 

ChungMyung almost laughed. Was his Sasuk always this cute?

 

"ChungMyung-ah," Baek Cheon cried again, blinking sleepily like shedding tears was the most casual thing in the world. ChungMyung didn't have a choice, did he?

 

"I'm right here, Sasuk." 

 

"Mn. Is your attention on me?"

 

ChungMyung sighed. "Always."

Notes:

Did you all like my whipped, crybaby Baek Cheon agenda? cos I can totally make more hehe 👀 spread my agenda, people !!! He is so cute like this. ChungMyung, please take care of your grown man.

EDIT : FIXED A MISTAKE WHOOPS LMFAOOI 🤞🤞