What the Fans Don’t Know
Disclaimer None of this is true. It’s for me to try a new genre. There is NOTHING against the Church.
Warning: Explicit, disturbing content
He stared at himself in the mirror and tried to see if the lace panties would show. He bent over and the miniskirt rode up from mid-thigh to over his ass. A hint of red peered through and he pursed his coral lips. The mascara was a bit too much, he decided and reached for a tissue to take it off.
He puffed out his chest, and fixed the padding, giving his “cleavage” an extra half an inch. He winked playfully, flirtatiously at the mirror and gave a seductive pose. He had fun going through his secret closet, getting lost among the silks and the dresses and the lace. But then the clock struck six and like Cinderella, the magic was over.
“Kim Heechul! Kim Heechul! Saranghaeyo Kim Heechul!” the crowd chanted and Heechul gave his classic smirk. His hair was spiked up and he adjusted his sunglasses, smirking at the girls who had gathered to watch him perform.
He moved in his suit jacket and his tight, ripped pants, knowing that girls everywhere were examining him and thinking about how hot he was. And he worked it up. He did his own version of a pelvic thrust and stuck out his tongue, licking his lips, letting them swoon. And all the while, he was wondering when this damn performance would end so he could go back home and try on the new Vera Wang dress that had shipped in this morning.
Blood lingered in the air and he smirked. It was strangely satisfying to hear the crunch of shells as he beat it with a hammer and pick out the squirming, rotting leathery flesh. He examined a head and was amused to see that the eyeball had cracked just perfectly, so that there was a line across the pupils and blood was trickling from the side.
“Aren’t you a gorgeous piece of art?” he cooed. His pinky came out to pet the flesh that was now gooey and a mush. He placed it with the other bucked out corpses and chuckled. “My beautiful babies, isn’t daddy treating you just fine?” He laughed and wiped off the tiny amounts of blood that dripped from his fingers. He carefully placed the hammer and stuck the bucket of rotting flesh and broken shells behind his closet. “Until tomorrow night, my loves.” He tapped the glass of his turtle tanks.
“Yesung-oppa, how much do you love your turtles?”
Yesung smiled. “They’re my life.”
“Why do I see G-Dragon on your phone?” he slammed Nari to the wall and snarled in her face. “Do you think he’s good looking? Do you wish you could use me to get to him? Is that what you wanted? To use my celebrity status and get it on with Jiyong?”
He snarled and she trembled, unsure whether her concealer would work if he continued to keep hitting her. When they first started dating, she never suspected a thing but it turned out that he was always jealous and he was always hitting her whenever he came home frustrated.
She screamed when she saw him reach into his pocket for a lighter and held it over her hair. “Scream and I will burn your eyes out.” She trembled and he punched her. She bit her lips, trying not to scream, knowing that he wouldn’t back off on his threat. He left her bleeding and bruised at the foot of their bed.
“My relationship with my girlfriend is really good. I love her and we plan on getting married soon,” Shindong smiled at the camera.
“Hey, baby, strip for me. Do it.” He cajoled and ran a bejeweled finger down the trembling girl’s thighs. Her body twitched and she shuddered as he bit down on her neck. He positioned the camera in front of them and had her touch herself. “Do it, finger yourself.”
She tossed her head back, unwilling to comply but knowing that he would hurt her if she didn’t. He palmed himself and licked his lips, watching her through the screen of the camera. She was only eighteen, just blossoming into her youth and she was scared. She thrust her hips forward and he snarled. He yanked off his boxers and slammed her to the ground.
She moaned and clung onto him as he rammed his cock inside her, hard and fast. She moaned and he positioned so she was on her four limbs, facing the camera. He spread her legs and slammed into her from behind. His hands went down to twitch her nipples and she screamed with pleasure.
He waits until he was almost close and she converges around him. She’s a writhing mess and he pulls out, spraying a stream of his seed down her back. When he was finished, he patted her behind and thanked her. He replayed the video and nearly had another orgasm. It was very hot.
“Our Eunhyuk-shi is the king of porn,” Leeteuk pointed out laughing.
Eunhyuk laughed and denied it, shaking his head no. But when nobody was watching, he took out his phone. Nine fifteen. Three more hours until he can get back to her.
He sat in front of the fire and the light blazed in his face. He smirked. It felt good to be burning these pages of lies. After years of being brainwashed and listening to his father’s preaching, he was finally free. He laughed as he saw the leather covers curl and the yellow pages resisted for a second before bursting into ashes. The black ink denoted words that can no longer be read.
He had lost faith ever since she died. Ever since the love of his life left her, he took it upon himself to have a personal fight with God. So what if He would punish him? He was more than willing to go to hell. He was more than willing to be reunited with his darling in their own version of an afterlife. He didn’t believe in Heaven. Not after seeing her suffer.
Pages and books were piled next to him, waiting for their turn to be rescinded into nothingness. He laughed and felt a satisfaction as he watched the pious words burn. He could almost feel the Devil watching, egging him on. He laughed with a cruel satisfaction. Life was good.
“God Bless You. Have a beautiful morning, world J” @siwon407 tweeted. “Don’t forget to say your prayers!” The fans swooned at how religious their oppa was.