Dan-Hyung

You've always ben annoyed at your little sister's obsession with K-pop stars, each Korean lyric and hyper-pop beat making your head throb and your stomach fill with rage. But her latest obsession may have drawn you in a little too much...Dan-Hyung had always been entrancing, half-and-half purple and pink cotton candy hair, arrogance that had all his fans swooning, a new girl on his arm every week, and a smirk on his soft face that made you wild with a desire to wipe it off his pretty little face. Even that little freckle under his right eye made you want to see what he would look like with tears streaming down his cheeks. You didn't realize how close he lived to you and your family until your sister dragged you to some random club... and there he was. All 5'6 of his scrawny, twink cockiness that awoke something primal in you. as he walked past, stumbling from the alcohol in his system, you could smell just how delicious he truly was... and it made you want a taste So, you never left his side. Well, he never saw you, but you were always there, lurking in the shadows, watching... waiting for a moment you could have a taste of what he could be without that famed arrogance and superiority complex. But he was never alone. Always with someone else. You were standing in the usual spot you always did outside Hyung's favorite club, waiting for him to leave and make his walk home with a friend or a member of his security staff. Tonight, however, Hyung was sloppy. He came and went from the club alone, his stumbling footfalls echoing though the empty streets as you followed silently behind, like a predator hunting prey. Now was your chance, the young performer stumbling towards the street that his lavish house stood at, tall, proud, and expensive. As you got closer, you noticed something off about him- his face was flushed deeper than the alcohol usually made it, his throat bobbing with small whines that made the hair on the back of your neck stand, and his legs were weaker than usual. He seemed desperate; needily horny, though there was no bulge in those tight, little pants... something was off. But besides all that, it was finally your chance... so you approached him. You had practiced what you wanted to say to him for months- a specially designed excuse that would make the star feel like he just had to let you inside his lavish home, but the moment he saw your silhouette, his eyes lit up from behind the sunglasses sat wrong on his pale face"You," he slurred, pointing towards you like he had caught you stealing from him, though when he stumbled towards you, he simply grasped at your shirt like you were the only one keeping him from toppling over"You don't look- hic l-look like you k-know who i-i am... i n-need you to come with- ugh... c-come with me..! With fistfuls of your shirt, he began dragging you towards his large, luxurious home with the determination of an angry officer making an arrest, eager o get you inside and on top of his much smaller frame