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The Disposable Boy“He’s my fucking toy Kim Jongin”--oh sehunYixing rocked Sehun back and forth in his arms as the younger boy helplessly cried to his heart’s content. Yixing wasn’t exactly surprised when he got home from work to see Sehun cuddled up on the couch crying about the same thing he does almost every week. The oldest never wanted anything to do with his roommate at a time like this but watching Sehun cry always made him weak and have a need to help; the younger was important to him after all. “Sehun, it’ll be okay, I promise.” Yixing mumbled softly as he gently kissed the top of the crying boy’s head. That was something said to crying people, right? Yixing was never good at this type thing anyways and that was his go to empty promise so everything would be over. “N-No, Xing,” Sehun let out a choked sobs before he decided to continue what he was saying. “He blew me off to hang out with Kyungsoo. It...It isn’t fair.” He held Yixing tighter as his cries got seemingly louder. “I threatened to end us and he just said fine,” the tears had stopped by this time and Yixing thanked heavens for that. “Just give him some time.” Yixing replied and Sehun nodded as he grabbed the elder’s hand while he stood up. “Fine, come on.” Sehun sighed as he pulled Yixing to his room and closed the door behind him out of habit. None of this was new to Yixing, almost every week he’d get home from work or school to see Sehun crying. After comforting the younger boy for what felt hours and telling him things will be okay, he would let Sehun have his way with him. Yixing always felt that if letting Sehun roughly fuck him into the sheets that he would cope much better with his situation instead of crying like a big baby because his on and off again boyfriend didn’t pay him any attention a lot of the time. Sehun never thought much about how Yixing felt about having a rather permanent part in this because he needed to get over his inconsistent boyfriend and he didn’t really care much, Sehun’s feelings were the only feelings that were important. Yixing took everything that Sehun delivered to him with fake enthusiasm, hoping it would be over soon and when it was he grabbed his clothes and left the room, venturing quickly to his own room while he ignored the pain in his lower body. When Yixing got to his room he grabbed a change of clothes and rushed to the bathroom to shower so he could sleep properly. Yixing didn’t regret what he did with Sehun, he regretted nothing in his life, he thought, but when it came to Sehun he often felt a bit dirty for their doings.  When morning came Yixing groaned as he heard loud and rather obnoxious laughing coming from the living room of his and Sehun’s shared apartment. Looking at his phone for the time, he sighed and got out of bed with a soft wince because of the pain that was still throbbing in the lower half of his body. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, going into the living room with his lower body covered. After the night before he needed all the rest he could get from being so drained. Drained because he had to give attention to someone all night who didn’t really give him anything return for tiring himself out. “Xing hyung, can you make food.” Sehun said, a smile gracing his features, as soon as he saw Yixing venture out of his room.