Antithesis

by girlwhowritesbad9

Summary:

After having his life being constantly sabotaged by Park Jinyoung throughout his student life, he doesn't know what to expect when he finds out that his new boss, the CEO of JYP Enterprise is the same man who did his best to make his life a living hell.

Notes:

Hello everyone!

I haven't written a chaptered JJPROJECT fic in a long time. I am a bit nervous since this isn't the usual domestic wholesome image I have for them or the usual unrequited love with mutual pinning. This is a bit different and touches a few dark subjects. I was inspired to write this plot about two years when I first started writing and was analyzing their deeper personality traits, but I never got around to writing it. But here we go now.

I hope you guys like it (=｀ω´=)

Chapter 1: Prologue: Illusion

There was a lot to sacrifice, in his opinion, when it came to being the man of the house. For example, he had to wake up exactly on time when his wife was halfway through preparing their breakfast. Waking up early would greet him with the consequence of making his own breakfast and waking up any late, would leave his stomach growling until lunch time.

Not to mention being a salaryman wasn’t an easy job. Having to be entitled to the title of a salaryman itself was a huge responsibility.

For a second example, he had to be an expert at sighing. He just had to emit the energy of an adult in his late twenties trying to understand the consequence of his choices made in the earlier half of his life. Sighing became a substitute form of breathing at one point.

Jaebum had been watching the morning talk show about a celebrity dating scandal, which he had no interest in but he was rather interested in the outcome of the scandal. Just when the scandal’s juicy details were about to be revealed, the man of the house found himself hearing someone sigh in the distance. His salary man radar made his ears twitch at the second sound of the sigh. Being the only two people in the house, he couldn’t let his wife win the sighing game.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he walked towards her in the kitchen’s dining space with his mouth still full.

“The fact that you chew with your mouth open and you can fit the whole meal at once. It’s mind-boggling.” she replied with a frown on her lips and her forehead slightly wrinkled.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad. We’ve been married for four years and besides, we dated for six years. I am not that bad.” Jaebum defended himself barely putting effort into it.

“I married a total dumb ass.” she whispered under her breath before she opened a page of the newspaper. “Look at this.”

Jaebum put aside his plate and took a long sip of his strawberry soda, yes he was having soda for breakfast, before sitting beside his wife to take a look at what she had been sighing about. It was an enormous advertisement of a job opening at the JYP Enterprise, the largest corporation currently existing on this planet. They had entertainment branches to restaurants to production factories. They were currently seeking a general manager at their head branch which controlled all other sectors.

“Whoa, the new CEO is already making changes? It sure doesn’t take long for people to erase past employees.” Jaebum commented as he closed the page. He sighed too, wishing a peaceful retirement to the previous manager. Hopefully, he had made early retirement plans.

“Well?” Jieun asked raising an eyebrow.

“Well what?” the husband asked in confusion.

“Well you stupid, aren’t you going to think of applying for the position? You clearly have the requirements.”

“Oh, my innocent maiden wife,” Jaebum joked as he kissed the other on the crown of the head. He continued to laugh at her suggestion as he headed towards the sink to clean his dishes. When his wife continued to glare at him, he turned around with a ghostly pale face. “Wait, you’re not serious are you?”

“Bitch, of course, I am serious! Look at the salary! It’s USD 10,000 per month! Per month Jaebum-ah! And you clearly have the requirements for it! It’s worth taking a shot for.” She replied shaking him by the shoulders.

Jaebum held onto his wife by the waist and studied her eyes. They were glinting with hope and anticipation, as she looked into Jaebum’s confused eyes with horrible under eye bags. “No way, Jieun I think we make enough money for us. I don’t want us to be greedy now. We are doing fine aren’t we?”

“But we could do more than fine. This is could change everything for us.”

“But what will we do with so much money? I clearly don’t have the right skills for this position. Even if they gave it to me as a joke, I wouldn’t be able to satisfy them.”

“That’s why there are risks.” She insisted squeezing Jaebum’s hands inside her palm. “This is the risk that could change everything for the three of us.”

“I really don’t think—wait, did you just say three? Your mom is not moving in with us is she?” Jaebum asked in astonishment. “Because this house is way too small and I can’t give up my hobby room.”

“No dumb ass,” she chuckled as he cupped Jaebum’s face and smiled at him. “We are going to be a family of three.”

Jaebum made a few different expressions, expressing shock, disbelief, confusion, surprise, and denial before smiling wide with tears forming in his waterline. He couldn't believe the words he had heard and neither could believe the meaning of it. “I am going to...I am...I am going to be a dad?” he exclaimed, even though his voice was low and his smile tried to repress the urge to burst out into sobs.

“Yes you are, you’re going to the best dad out there no matter what you do. We will always be proud of you. So, will you take this chance?” She asked, wiping his tears away and placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Yes, yes I will. The interview will be held in a week, right? I’ll take a day off from work and take my chance. I can’t quit my current job yet, that would be too risky.” Jaebum informed.

“Do whatever you think is the best, I believe in you.” she replied, with a broad smile.

Jaebum held her into her embrace ever so lightly, fearing to hurt his wife and his future child. His daydreams hadn’t come to an end after college, neither after getting married. He was to enter another arc of his life.

Life hadn't been so bad to Jaebum, not the in the past six years at least.

Chapter 2: Unearth

Speaking of lines, Jaebum had seen quite a lot of them in his life. He had seen the lines at amusement parks, a line of coke, and the line at movie theaters when “Lala Land” had been released and of course, the subway line. However, currently the line at the JYP Enterprise company’s waiting room was beyond unbelievable, just for the first day at that. Everyone had been at their best attire, rehearsing their lines and fixing their hair to have their best first impressions.

Jaebum, to be honest, was nervous but at the time, he knew this was just an attempt. He knew his abilities and his resume wouldn’t just magically provide him with the position of a general manager at one of the largest running corporations in the world. It was just a risk worth taking, by risk he meant taking a day off from work and slightly humiliate himself at the interview.

He took deep breaths as he watched people exit the interview room with slouched shoulders and horrified expressions. Some left the room with shaking limbs and ghostly pale faces as if they had met the devil; which wouldn’t be entirely incorrect. From the recent research, by which he meant googling things, Jaebum had discovered that the current CEO of the JYP Company, the son of the previous CEO was afoot match with Satan. He had no mercy and had no familiarity with the word called “compromise”.

He was whom the entire corporate world currently feared.

“Lim Jaebum-sshi?” a woman in a pretty white suit called out. She had her hair tightly tied in a high bun and her dark maroon lips made her expressions much bolder than they were.

“That would be me.” Jaebum replied, standing up and slightly bowing towards her.

“Follow me please.” She replied with a smile. Jaebum wondered how many times she had been forced to show that smile today and would have to show until the interviews were completely over.

She knocked on the door as Jaebum checked his suit, tie, and hair one last time. He recalled his greeting and checked all the documents which he had brought along with him. He had to be as pristine as possible with each step he was planning to take for the approach. A deep voice soon startled him, giving them the permission to enter the room.

As soon as the door had been opened, he was greeted with the scent of roses and a slight hint of tobacco smoke. He could sense it as his nose was exceptionally sharp towards scents and his ears never allowed words to escape. The interior of the room was from a whole different dimension. It was a mixture of modern and retro schemes, and he was sure each item in the room was as worth twelve years of his earnings.

“I’ll be taking my leave.” The assistant informed but she was immediately stopped by the man sitting on the chair. The man Jaebum was hesitating to look at. He had been studying everything in the room but the man he had to face in a few seconds no matter what. A fear worked in him as if he would consume his soul upon eye contact.

“Cancel all other interviews of the day. I think I want to make this one my last.” He informed and with that, Jaebum finally looked at the man.

If Jaebum had to use a word to describe the man’s attire and aura, he would use the word, “royalty”. He has majestic hair, rich in raven. His suit was perfectly fit for his physique, made out of the finest cloth he had ever witnessed with his own eyes. His eyes were like shiny marbles which reflected everything like a mirror and they remained unreadable to the world. His cheeks were slightly puffy which obviously complimented the facial structure.

In honesty, Jaebum was thunderstruck by the man.

The lady nodded before leaving the two in the room, taking one last long glance at Jaebum. “Hello, my name is Lim Jaebum. I am honored to be giving my interview here.”

The man smiled at Jaebum with mischief glinting in his eyes, as if Jaebum were a new toy brought to a five-year-old child who would soon be breaking him apart one by one. “I am Park Jinyoung, have a seat.” he informed with a smile which raised the apple of his cheeks. With his heart thumping, Jaebum took the seat and sat nervously with his shoulders straight and fists palmed.

“So how are you doing, Jaebum hyung?” he asked.

Hyung? Jaebum sure he had just heard “hyung” escape from the man’s mouth. Was this part of the interview? Was his patience and trouble tackling ability being tested at the moment? He decided to ignore it and go with his planned flow. “I am fine, sir. How are you?” he asked.

Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows at the reply and placed his chin on his palm, cupping the side of his right chin as he studied Jaebum. “Sir?” he asked raising an eyebrow at the other.

“I apologize if that seemed inappropriate. What would you prefer Mr. Jinyoung?” Jaebum replied, swallowing a thick lump in his throat as his fingertips became cold.

“Oh? Oh. You don’t recognize me?” He asked with an amused laughter following the sentence.

“I apologize but have we met before?”

“Met? You’re asking if we met before? Oh come on, don’t be so rude.” Jinyoung asked as he stood up on his feet and walked behind the salaryman, to reach towards a shelf full of trophies. “You can’t simply forget me like that, not after I made your student life was a terror. I basically terrorized everything in your way. You can’t possibly forget me. I would be offended if you did.”

Park Jinyoung. Terrorize. Student life.

Of course. Of course! Everything made sense now, the reason why he was astounded by Jinyoung but he wasn’t overwhelmed. He had seen that face continuously for fifteen years of his student life. His aura and his eyes were experienced before. It was something which had become a part of his daily struggles.

“Park Jinyoung, son of a rich CEO, handsome.” Jaebum muttered under his breath as his migraine began to creep behind his skull.

“Park Jinyoung, your nemesis since first grade of school. I am glad you still find me handsome.” Jinyoung replied as retrieved an award from the shelf and placed it in front of the man. “I am sure you remember how I stole your award by sabotaging your photographs. Well, technically I had someone else do it for me but you get my point.”

Jaebum took a deep breath and exhaled quietly. “Thank you for your time sir, I will be taking my leave now.” Jaebum said as he stood up. After he was immediately met with dizziness, he wondered how high his blood pressure had risen at the moment.

“You can’t leave just like that. You should at least let me look at your resume. I am sure you have achieved a lot in the past six years whilst I was gone from your life.” Jinyoung replied as he returned to his desk and retrieved Jaebum’s resume. The elder of the two clenched his jaw and fisted his palm until his nails dug into his flesh.

“Oh, I see you’re quite the hard working guy. Straightforward with the resume, no twisted credits, exact information about achievements and I see you are married now. Interesting, there is so much we don’t know about each other in just six years.” Jinyoung continued with his eyes fixed on the paper.

“May I be excused now?” Jaebum asked as the veins on his neck began to pop from oppressed anger.

“Well,” Jinyoung looked up at the elder with a smile, “you are excused for now. We will reach out to you very soon. Thank you for your time.”

With a bow, Jaebum immediately exited the office and without a pause he walked towards the elevator and held his breath until he had reached the bottom floor. He exhaled as soon as he had exited the building but his lungs weren’t young anymore. He was beginning to hyperventilate as he tried to regain his breathing pace.

He sighed deeply as he tried to ignore the anger prickling under the skin. He sighed inwardly as he informed his wife that the interview had gone as expected but he was still sure his chances of achieving the job was next to impossible. He sighed as he stared at the ceiling the entire night, not being able to sleep from the clashing of oppressed memories beginning to surface once again.

***********************

Jaebum didn’t particularly hate surprises. He had a theory that the element of surprise was hated by the people who have been through traumatic events. He was, of course, one of those people. He wasn’t in the past six years ever since Park Jinyoung had left his life. Now that the man had arrived back into his life, he had always been hyper-aware of how dangerous everything was.

The mailman could bring him an eviction letter, the news could inform that his current workplace was burnt into a crisp or worse, he could find out that he was fired from his current job via email. Everything was putting him on the constant pace of frustration he hadn’t felt in a really long time.

“Would you like some tea? My friend gave me some calming oolong tea.” Jieun suggested as he sat diagonally next to her husband.

“I’m fine, firefly. I’m just waiting for my rejection letter from the company. I’ll be at ease then, don’t stress about me. It’s not good for you two.” He replied pinching his wife’s nose before placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Alright then, would you like chicken fry for dinner?”

“Would I!?” Jaebum asked with wide eyes of excitement as his voice rose in a cheery tone.

Jaebum hated surprises but he didn’t hate the surprises from his wife. Especially if it involved surprise lunch or dinner plans. However, just a few seconds after his jaw had been unclenched from the stress; his phone had tinged to inform him that he had received an email.

He closed his eyes and swallowed a lump down his throat. He was sure it was from JYP Enterprise. He just wanted to look at the rejection letter, forget that Park Jinyoung existed and move on with his life and daydreams.

Of course, the element of surprise served the purpose of the “unexpected”.

The subject of the email was, “General Manager of JYP Enterprise”. He had assumed that they had a vague yet clear-cut subject in order to be able to forward the email to everyone else who has been rejected. He opened the email with his heart thumping in his chest.

“Dear Lim Jaebum,

It’s an honor to inform you that you had been chosen to be the next General Manager of the JYP Enterprise. We would love to have you at our office this Monday for a briefing and introduction to the employees.

Our CEO is delighted to have someone as you as a part of our family.

Please contact your current assistant via the information given below.

Regards,
Jung Sunhee”

Jaebum read the email roughly about thirty times with Jieun peeking at him from the kitchen every two minutes, wondering why her husband was frozen reading an email for about thirty minutes straight.

“Is everything okay, honey?”

Jaebum looked at his wife with a dry throat and a pair of empty eyes. “I got it.” He whispered. His eyes had suddenly forgotten about the agenda of blinking and his words could barely express any emotions except deep astonishment.

“You got what?” She asked arching both her brows, indicating her husband to continue speaking.

“I’m now General Manager Lim Jaebum.”

With that, a screech filled the empty spaces of the house and a tight embrace pulled Jaebum, to hold him in her tiny physique. It was in very much contrast compared to Jaebum’s. He held back her back and tucked his chin on her head.

“This will change everything for us.” She mumbled against his chest.

“Yes, yes it will.”

For the best at least, he hoped.

***********************

“And this is your office.” his assistant informs him with an ebullient smile. “I will be on the desk right outside your room. The first cubicle is mine.”

Office room, of course; how could have Jaebum forgotten over the period of time? He had to give out a small briefing during the morning, which supposedly lasted ten minutes as he introduced himself, said some formal sentences, hyped the employees as much as possible and ended it with a “let’s become the best version of our family”.

The worst part of it apart from the cringe was the static gaze of Park Jinyoung on his every move. He was a whole different man in front of the office staff. He wasn’t the human he had encountered just a week before. His handshakes with the “peasant” employees as Jinyoung had referred to them in the past, seemed nothing but genuine and his smile swept everyone off the floor, male or female.

It was because his eyes worked like a mirror, people couldn’t see through them. Jinyoung’s eyes only reflected images people wished to see.

“Once you’re done here let me know, the CEO wanted to see you once you’re available.” Hyunmin informed before excusing herself from the room.

Jaebum stood in the middle of the room as he observed all the details. The walls were painted a neutral color, something between beige and pale brown. The desk seemed to be handmade and the computer was one of the latest in the market. His file folder was in contrast to the wall, making them attractions for the eye.

The large windows allowed just enough sunlight to enter and the lights which hung from the ceiling allowed the room to be well lit after sunset. Another phenomenon of the office room was that he had the direct view of the sunset. He could spend his break during that hour to watch the sun slowly hide behind the bundles of skyscrapers. Two reading chairs were faced towards the window along with a small coffee table in the middle, in case he decided to chat with clients in a comfortable manner.

Everything about the position and the office was just unreal. He knew something had to be the catch. Park Jinyoung had a motive behind it and he would find out exactly what, regardless of the glory that was being offered to him.

“What’s your motive? I knew you were reckless but this is beyond stupid.”

“I was sure you would like the interior of the office. I can change them if you want.” Jinyoung replied with a slight pout on his lips, pretending to look as coy as possible.

“Don’t play innocent with me. I know exactly what you’re capable of. What do you want from me?” Jaebum demanded with a cold glare.

Jinyoung inched closer to the elder whilst snickering. “To be honest, I think you’re underestimating yourself by stating that. You were given the position of the general manager because I, the CEO, think you’re perfectly capable of the position.” he finished, wrapping both of his arms around Jaebum’s neck. Their bodies were almost touching and the elder could feel the heat of Jinyoung’s presence soon wrapping around his body.

Jaebum took a step back which made Jinyoung retrieve his arms. “You’re not that simple.”

“Of course not, I wouldn’t be the CEO if I was.” Jinyoung replied, “But that’s exactly why I let you have this position. As much as I like to toy with you,” he placed his index finger under Jaebum’s chin and gave his head a lift, “I wouldn’t let anyone cause me the loss of a penny.”

Jinyoung turned around with that sentence and returned to his desk. “You’re dismissed general manager, I hope you enjoy working in your office.” the younger smiled with his teeth showing and eyes disappearing under his cheeks.

Jaebum bowed before exiting the room, swearing in his mind to win whatever game the CEO intended to play with him.

**********************

Jaebum wasn’t stupid; well according to his mother, wife and mother-in-law, he was stupid but he wasn’t exactly stupid. He knew the responsibilities of a general manager were huge. He knew being the GM at the head branch would give him wrinkles ten years faster and his grey hairs would begin to show within a week. However, he wasn’t expecting to deal with matters that weren’t his to solve.

In the past three weeks, Jaebum had solved problems of the HR about the decision of downsizing, he had to visit production factories in order to control the manufacturing efficiency and he had to hold several meetings with foreign clients for hours; when in reality, he was supposed to be dealing with the finalized decisions and giving solutions if he had disapproved of tactics.

Currently, it felt the hierarchy chain had broken and he had dumped all the responsibilities. He knew it was the truth. He knew none of these “emergency” situations was his responsibility. He knew when he had to meddle in a business as a GM and what his subordinates had to do for him. He also knew this was all Jinyoung’s doing so that he could watch Jaebum crack and snap under his commands.

However, he also knew that he wasn’t allowing Jinyoung to win to the game, regardless of what effect it was putting on him.

Jinyoung had always been like this. He had formed this sense of enmity towards Jaebum ever since the first day they had crossed paths as children. Well, of course, kids were kids and everyone had their mistakes but he hadn’t expected Jinyoung to hold a grudge for fifteen years, only because he had refused to use Jinyoung’s crayons.

That wasn’t entirely his decision to be honest. Jaebum wanted to be friends with the shiny-eyed and puffy-cheeked Jinyoung since day one but his parents and all adults had forbidden the children to speak to him. He had still rebelled to speak with Jinyoung because he couldn’t watch him eat lunch by himself but, when his parents had found out about it, he was scolded for hours for risking his dad’s position in life.

Ever since the scolding he had ignored Jinyoung and ever since, Jaebum had become his ultimate target.

What Jaebum didn’t understand was that he wasn’t the only one who had ignored Jinyoung in fear of losing everything yet; he was the only one who was always faced with challenges involving Park Jinyoung. Not to mention he had hunted down every girl who had Jaebum had taken a liking to. He had stolen his first love and stole her first kiss in front of him.

With the stocks of file stacking up, Jaebum stopped reminiscing about his old days and returned back to the work he had to do.

After all, he wished to become the father their child could be proud of.

*********************

It was after another week and not being able to attend his wife’s hospital appointment, when he had realized that he was allowing his anger to let Jinyoung exploit him, once again falling under the trap the younger had set for him. No matter what, there was no indirect escape from Jinyoung’s plots. You either face him to lose or walk away as a loser.

“What do you want? Whatever you’re doing is very immature.” Jaebum demanded as soon as he had entered his office and made sure the door was locked behind him.

“Well well, if it isn’t the general manager. To what do I owe the honor?” Jinyoung asked standing up from his desk to hug Jaebum but he was immediately pushed away without any force but the barrier of Jaebum’s hand on his chest.

“If you want me to collapse and leave just tell me, I’ll resign admitting defeat.”

“Now, I would never want that. My life has been at its peak ever since you’ve arrived. Lim Jaebum, the perfectionist, the best general manager a company could wish for. There isn’t a single mistake I can find in your moves.” Jinyoung informed as he took hold of Jaebum’s hand and intertwined their fingers, at which the elder furrowed his eyebrows. “It only makes me want to make you suffer more until you finally make a mistake and break yourself from self-loathing.” he added, whispering it into the elder’s ear with his lips almost touching the shell.

“So you want me to make a mistake? That’s what’ll take for you to stop doing this?” Jaebum asked in the most calming manner he could muster at that moment.

“Of course not, where if the fun knowing you made the mistake because I want you to? I just enjoy watching you run a wild goose chase.” Jinyoung replied smirking at the elder, this time his hands cupping Jaebum’s face. “I love seeing you running after everything I command for.”

“You’re disgusting. You do realize I can quit right?”

Jinyoung hummed as he slowly began to push Jaebum towards the pair of sofa’s behind them. “I do know you can quit but you won’t. There had to be a reason why Lim Jaebum took the job even after knowing his nemesis was going to control his moves.” he continued as he pushed the elder on the couch. Jinyoung was now sitting next to the elder with one of legs locking both of Jaebum’s legs. “I am sure your wife would be upset if she found out your future plans for the three were all going down the drain.”

Jaebum’s looked at Jinyoung with his eyes widened at the information as he clenched his jaw in anger. “Don’t ask how I know, I know everything about everyone I need to be aware of.” the younger informed. “How about we make a small deal? You’ll get to make money that way and I’ll take the workload off.”

“What deal?”

“Well, you know how fond I am of you right?” Jinyoung asked as he ran his finger from Jaebum’s collarbone down to the belt of his pants. Jaebum only furrowed his eyebrows further in confusion. “You only have to let me have you for a while every day, and all your wishes for the future will become a reality.”

“What do you want me to do? I already work here.”

Jinyoung fluttered his eyes in slight shock before bursting out in laughter. “Are you serious right now? Do you seriously not get what I am trying to imply?” he said, barely being able to stop his laughter. “Oh! You’re one in a million. It makes me want to break you even more.”

With that, Jinyoung pulled the elder’s by his tie clashed their lips together and let go immediately after Jaebum had received the message. “I want you to fuck me Jaebum, that’s what I want from you.”

Jaebum locked his gaze on his Jinyoung with his mouth slightly parted and his face blank, as the younger licked his lips.

“You want to—you want me to—you’re gay?” Jaebum asked stuttering almost.

“That doesn’t matter sweetheart, what matters is do you want to take this little offer or continue overworking? I’ll have fun, either way, just a little less or more”

“No, fuck no; I am not doing this sort of nonsense with you. I will not be cheating on my wife.” Jaebum replied, pushing Jinyoung away to create distance between them, still without force.

“It’s only cheating if you think of it as so. It’s only a little deal to me. It could secure your future. Think about it.” Jinyoung replied, fiddling with the knot of Jaebum’s tie.

Jaebum stood up on his feet, leaving Jinyoung curious with one his eyebrows arched. “If you’ll excuse me sir, I will be returning to work.”

But Jaebum couldn’t return to work with the CEO’s words ringing his ears. The thoughts haunted him as his wife played with his hair. The feeling of Jinyoung’s lips grazes over his lips no matter how many times he washes them. His swollen lips only remind him of the deal and how his unsaid sacrifice could bring happiness to the two souls he loved the most.

***********************

“I will do it.” As soon as he entered the younger’s office.

He had spent the last week working his ass off to come up with a new strategy for the marketing department of a lipstick collection and that wasn’t even his job. He wasn’t particularly distracted by the amount of work but the humming of his wife in the kitchen as she prepared a grand dinner after Jaebum had received his first salary. Just a month of work had changed the state of his bank account grandly and he could only imagine the dramatic change if he agreed to the offer Jinyoung had made.

He could already sense the shift if Jiuen’s mood and the stress load which she had been taking about the baby’s future had been taken off from her shoulders. She seemed relaxed as she made them both a cup of coffee, with extra whipped cream and marshmallows on her serving. Jaebum loved to see this side of his wife. To see her being carefree, only focusing on her wishes and working for them.

Perhaps if Jaebum continued to work like this, maybe if he took the offer, she could finally quit her job as a store manager and persuade her dreams of becoming a painter.

“You will do what?” Jinyoung asked, even though he was very much aware of what Jaebum was speaking of.

“I will take the offer but only if you promise the security of my family. You will not go anywhere near them and if anything ever happens to me, I want them to receive my salary and insurance.” Jaebum stated without showing any emotions on his face, even though his heart had dropped to the core.

“Deal.” Jinyoung replied as he walked past Jaebum and locked the door of his office. He then called his assistant in order for her to inform everyone that he was on break for the next two hours. “You do know what you’ve signed up for right?” Jinyoung asked as he slid off Jaebum’s coat from his broad shoulders.

“Does it matter now that I’ve agreed? You wanted me to sleep with you right?” Jaebum replied, locking his gaze with Jinyoung’s. Before he knew it he had been yanked by the tie around his neck and pushed on Jinyoung’s chair.

“You know, you’d make a great CEO considering how hard working you are.” The younger continued, straddling the elder. “Except you see,” he began to nibble the junction of Jaebum’s jaw and neck with his sharp teeth but making sure that it wouldn’t leave marks, “you’re quite naive and too straightforward. Or else you wouldn’t be in this position.”

Jaebum didn’t reply to any of his tauntings but allowed Jinyoung to do whatever he wished. After the elder’s tie had been taken off, Jinyoung began to slowly unbutton the elder’s shirt. Jaebum rolled his head back until it was supported by the back of the chair. His neck had been exposed for Jinyoung to take pleasure from but that wasn’t his intention. Jaebum simply couldn’t meet his eye with the younger.

“Why won’t you look at me?” Jinyoung asked as he slid the elder’s shirt off. “Am I not good enough?”

Before Jaebum could reply, the younger pulled him into a kiss, this time without letting go immediately. He buried his hands in the elder’s hair and pulled them tight which made Jaebum hiss at the slightly painful pleasure. He hated to admit the way Jinyoung’s plump lips felt against his own. Jinyoung’s lips worked more skillfully, most often biting onto Jaebum’s lower lip to earn groans from him.

Jaebum’s hands remained on the side even though it ached to grab hold of something. His hands were beginning to shake from the intensity of the kiss as Jinyoung shoved his tongue in his mouth. Jaebum wanted to grab the younger’s waist but that would mean giving in. That would mean that his body wished to touch the younger’s.

He was willing to let Jinyoung take advantage of him but he wasn’t willing to let his body be deceived. He wasn’t going to cheat on the woman he had loved for years.

Jinyoung moved his tongue inside Jaebum’s mouth until the elder was forced to comply to the little play of their tongues. Jaebum moved his tongue along with the rhythm of Jinyoung’s and this time, he couldn’t force his hands back from tightly gripping onto the younger’s hips. For the time, a little growl escaped from the back of Jinyoung’s throat from the elder’s sharp grip.

He finally parted the kiss and unsettled from the elder’s lap. When Jaebum was about to stand up on his feet, he was pushed down back on the chair. Jinyoung kneeled down in front of Jaebum’s torso and began to undo his belt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jaebum asked in sudden a bolt out of the blue.

“I am going to suck your dick, what does it look like?” Jinyoung rolled his eyes with a scoff.

If there was anything that Jaebum took pride in, it was that he was loyal. Ever since he had been in a relationship with Jieun, he had never been aroused by another woman, let alone a man. He was sure his whole life that he was a heterosexual and ever since he had met Jieun, he was sure she was the one for him.

Jinyoung began to run his teeth over Jaebum’s clothed dick, with his office pants still covering his manhood. Jaebum hated the jolt he felt at the touch. He hated being touched by another man. He felt dirty as Jinyoung opened his zipper and pulled down his boxers. He hated the fact that Jinyoung breath against his dick gave him shivers and made him want to pull his hair.

“Can you please hurry up? I am not the CEO, I have work to return to.” Jaebum spat, trying to control his vulnerability at the moment.

“And who is going to fire you for being late? The CEO?” Jinyoung teased with a chuckled, licking his now swollen lips.

Jaebum hissed under his breath and dug his nails in the leather seat as Jinyoung took his manhood in his mouth. He could feel himself immediately becoming bigger and harder at the warmth and wetness. Without being able to resist the pleasure as Jinyoung began to run his tongue over his hard dick, he finally pushed his fingers into Jinyoung’s hair and pushed his head down.

The younger didn’t hesitate but took it in deeper to the back of his throat without complaining about the sudden force. He used his tongue around his dick as he bobbed his head. Jinyoung felt the pool of pleasure become more intense each second and the guilt that had been building up was becoming hazy, becoming replaced by the sound of Jinyoung’s low moans.

“Shit, fuck, move.” Jaebum swore as he came.

Jinyoung looked up to the elder with pride before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jaebum swallowed a heavy lump down his throat knowing he wouldn’t be able to meet his wife’s eyes anymore. His heart felt heavy as he cleaned himself in the office’s washroom and tried his best to regain his composure. When he had exited the washroom, he was greeted by Jinyoung who had already changed into a new set of clothes and had returned to his elite aura.

“Thank you for your time Jaebum hyung, feel free to come by whenever something is boggling your mind.” the younger wished with a grin, tucking his chin on his palm.

Jaebum bowed slightly before leaving the room with the ghost of disappointment following behind him.

Notes:

Henlow everyone UwU
I hope you won't be minding all the slow updates.（ ＴДＴ） I've written up to chapter five and now my pace has gone very slow. I hope you'll let me live. Thank you for reading. (✿ ♥‿♥)

Chapter 3: Amoral

The second month as the GM of JYP Enterprise was much more in contrast compared to the first month. Ever since he had accepted Jinyoung's offer, he had noticed the immediate difference in his workload and work distribution. He finally felt like he was doing his work as a GM and had not returned to his internship days when he was sent to all sorts of departments of the odd jobs.

Most of his work now included holding meetings with clients along with the CEO and directors, approving plans before it was being suggested to the CEO, solve problems which were actually relevant and needed supervision. Right now, he could feel his position as the GM in the office and his ability to authorize had finally been accepted by the employees.

He could only wish that matters were just as perfect for everything else.

Right now Jaebum was in Jinyoung's car on his way to a hotel where the younger had a meeting with some of the directors. He had received a text which stated that Jinyoung wished to see him after work hours, for which he had to apologize to his wife for coming home late. Of course, she understood the importance of work and compromised without a complaint, but his brain refused to believe this as something one could call work.

Even though it was an offer he was being paid for; he couldn't accept it as something appropriate he could forgive himself for easily giving into.

"I am here to see Park Jinyoung." Jaebum informed the receptionist of the hotel, who was a foreign woman, most likely French. It was a five-star hotel so Jaebum expected nothing less.

"May I have your name and ID please?" She asked, quite fluently in Korean. It was better than most native speakers.

"Lim Jaebum." He informed as he provided her with his ID. As soon as she had confirmed the identity, he was handed a key card for a hotel room. She supervised him to the elevator and informed him of the floor number for the hotel room. He thanked her before pressing the floor number. He tapped his foot gently on the elevator floor as he waited to reach the forty-eighth floor.

Since he had the key card, he didn't knock on the door but directly entered the room. Well, after a few minutes of effort that is. Hotel key cards were a struggle to insert. You had to put the key in a certain way and then twist the door before or after or even after taking off the key. In Jaebum's opinion, there should be a whole diploma for it.

The room was completely dark, slightly illuminated by the large windows faced towards the center of the city. He placed his office bag on a loveseat and walked towards the window. It was a phenomenal sight with the room being completely quiet. He could see tiny heads working or running around in the office buildings, televisions were being watched by the people at home and the large flashy advertisements of shopping malls made the city look alive.

There were so many souls living for their daydream struggles. Jaebum wondered how many souls knew what it was like to be in his position and how many people were struggling beyond his understanding.

He suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a chin placed on his shoulder. "I see you like the room." Jinyoung stated, his voice almost as quiet as a whisper.

"Not as much anymore." Jaebum replied bitterly.

Jinyoung without making any further comments pushed Jaebum on the bed. The elder sighed, asking Jinyoung to at least give him the time to take off his coat but the younger couldn't care about his requests. Jinyoung straddled Jaebum with the room still dark. His hands desperately traveled along Jaebum's chest, torso and thighs, as if he were searching for something valuable. Jinyoung's breath was heavy and his moves seemed much more urgent compared to their times before.

"Are you drunk?" Jaebum asked so gently pushing Jinyoung to study his face, who immediately dodged the question by beginning to nibble his ears. Jaebum sighed inwardly; he knew there was no point asking him such a question in the first place. He just needed to comply with whatever Jinyoung wished.

Jaebum squeezed his eyes shut when the Jinyoung began to create friction between their manhoods. His hands were once again longing to get a hold of Jinyoung's body as the pleasure began to boil. The younger began to unbutton Jaebum's t-shirt and pulled off his tie with sloppy hands. Jaebum noticed that Jinyoung had a signature scent which would attach itself wherever his presence would be.

The scent wafted in the air as soon as Jinyoung took off his shirt, attaching his skin to Jaebum's. "It's so nice to see you so helpless, wanting to touch me but resisting cheating on your wife. My thoughts keep you awake at night, don't they?" the younger asked as quietly as before, beginning to undo both of their belts and pants.

Jaebum clenched his teeth, almost dislocating his jaw in anger and devastation. None of the words he wanted to shout at the moment mattered. Jinyoung twisted all words to his own needs and it would allow him to taunt Jaebum further. Not to mention, he had no strength to resist Jinyoung.

"Touch me." Jinyoung suddenly declared pulling Jaebum's face to meet his eyes. "I want you to touch me."

So Jaebum did, with shaky hands he began at the younger's neck. "Well if you want to choke me, you can, I would enjoy that." Jinyoung commented with a smirk since the elder's hands had been lingering around his neck longer than it should be. The elder began to travel his hands down from Jinyoung's neck to his chest.

Soon Jaebum heard Jinyoung sigh. "You touch like a straight man. Well, then again, you are part of the heterosexual salary man middle-class population. You're boring." the younger scoffed before pulling Jaebum by the hair to bring him into a deep kiss. Jaebum allowed the younger to take the lead once again, moving his tongue in his mouth and sucking on his tongue.

Jinyoung, with their mouths occupied, brought Jaebum's hands to his manhood. "Do you think you could jack both of us off? Or are you too straight for that? I wouldn't be surprised if you were disgusted by it."

Grasping the challenge in Jinyoung's words, Jaebum squeezed the rising tent. In reality, Jaebum should be disgusted. He had never looked at a man and found them attractive to the point he had needs. He has had friends like Mark and Jackson who were the campus kings but he couldn't fathom being attracted to them. The idea itself was disgusting. It should be disgusting.

But when Jinyoung buried his face in Jaebum's neck and bit into his flesh to surpass a low moan, he couldn't understand why he wanted to hear it more. He couldn't put his finger on why he wanted to see Jinyoung become submissive under his touch. He couldn't understand why Jinyoung's touches made him sensitive.

So without questions, he brought both of their hard members together, with Jinyoung still hiding his face in the crook of the elder's neck and his hands pulling the back of Jaebum's hair. The elder bit on his lower lip to oppress the moans of pleasure as he pumped both of their dicks together. He liked to believe it was just built up stress that made him so sensitive; not the hot and hard feeling of Jinyoung against him.

When they had both came, Jinyoung shook himself off from the elder to enter the shower. Jaebum cleaned himself off with the wet tissue packets which were inside the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. He finally switched on the lights and immediately took shelter from the sudden exposure of light with his hands. Once his eyes had become accustomed to the light, he looked at himself on the large wall mirrors.

He looked filthy.

His hair was messy, his shirt was wrinkled from being under their bodies, his boxers had a stain and when his eyes finally fell on his neck, he noticed the terror. There was a large mark of Jinyoung's teeth on his neck and it was beginning to bloom further, becoming a purple-red bruise. As soon as Jinyoung had exited the bathroom, Jaebum grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall with a cold glare.

"Whoa there, I thought we were done for the day." Jinyoung commented locking his eyes with Jaebum's glare.

"Why did you mark me? Why do you want to take everything away from me!? You promised this wouldn't affect my family!" the elder demanded in anger, almost shouting. He could hide it, there was no reason to be so enraged when he could demand the younger to compensate. But he was angry at himself with no way to vent it out.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of boredom. "Stop making a deal out of it. Just put some concealer on it and your wife won't find out. Life isn't that hard Jaebum-ah, as long as you know your way out that is." he replied, pushing Jaebum away to retrieve something from his bag. He took out a thin long box with the label of "Calvin Klein" on it. "Use this to hide it. My car will drop you home, just ask the receptionist to take care of it."

Jaebum took the box and rushed out of the hotel room without looking back at Jinyoung. When he had approached the reception desk, the foreign woman was already escorting him to the car. There was no way she knew what had happened and there was no way Jinyoung was naive enough to let people pry in his personal life. However, there was something in his eyes, which he most likely had imagined, which assured him that she knew of his sins.

He thanked the lady who smiled at him and wished him a safe drive. Jaebum then directed the chauffeur to his address. The clock stated that it was almost midnight and he was sure his wife would be asleep by the time he had reached home.

He checked himself in the elevator, made sure his hair didn't seem like someone had pulled it and that his neck was completely covered by the collar of his shirt. He opened the door after clicking the code. He took quiet footsteps towards their bedroom and found Jieun soundly asleep with classical music softly playing in the background.

He let out a sigh of relief and decided to take a shower and cover the mark on his neck before going to bed. Jaebum stood under the shower faucet and allowed the water to blind his vision. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, almost choking on the water. He could hear his mother calling him stupid from her sleep. His mother could call him a lot of things if she found out what was occurring in his life at the moment.

She was extremely proud of him when he had informed her about his current promotion from a normal employee to general manager of JYP Enterprise. She had given him all her blessings but they seemed to have escaped him. He at least hoped that her blessings would remain with his future child. His only motive right now was to survive as someone his child could be proud of.

He changed into his pajamas and brushed his teeth. He drank a glass of water and prepared breakfast for the morning so that his wife would only have to put the vegetables on the stove and wait for them to cook along with the octopus-shaped sausages. She was a compromising woman who understood the harsh states of life. Jaebum could never be thankful enough for her presence in his life.

And yet, for the sake of her happiness he had to lie to her in the worst possible manner.

"You're home?" a very sleepy Jieun asked as he entered under the blanket.

"I am, sorry for waking you up, go back to sleep."

"Okay." she replied, before immediately falling back asleep once again.

Jaebum chuckled at the sight and placed a kiss on her forehead.

He felt like a lying fuck face who didn't deserve to be loved by such a woman. He felt the need to tell her everything, to let her know the truth about how filthy he was. He felt the need to run away from Park Jinyoung.

He knew there was no escape from this situation.

 

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The meeting hall consisted of three clients, two directors, Jaebum and the CEO Park Jinyoung. Park Jinyoung the CEO versus Park Jinyoung, Lim Jaebum's childhood nemesis was two very different people. The word nemesis sounded much lighter to be used to describe him at the moment. Right now Park Jinyoung was the devil taking possession of all his happiness and freedom as a human being. The devil who made him feel guilty and filthy.

"So no one else has a problem?" Jinyoung asked with a soft smile that didn't quite reveal his teeth but did lift his cheeks. Once everyone had nodded in approval and the meeting was dismissed. "Lim Jaebum-sshi, can you stay behind for a second?" Jinyoung requested to which Jaebum agreed and bowed goodbye to everyone.

"I need to talk to you about the Entertainment division of the company." The younger began.

"Is it about the trainee girls or the boys?"

"Both of them actually..." Jinyoung paused as he looked up at Jaebum after placing the paper he had been reading on the table. "Why are you sitting so far away? I don't like speaking loudly. Come here." he commanded, returning his eyes to the paper once again. Jaebum took hesitant but haste steps to the seat next to the younger.

"The trainee girls seem much more promising compared to the boys. Plus they will steal the money right out of the old men's retirement wallets. I need you to find a way for us to debut them without spending more than fifty percent from our expenditure budget, less if possible. Can you hold a meeting with the manager there and discuss the matters?"

"Of course I can sir, by when would you like to have the survey and reports?"

"Within a week if possible, unless of course.." the younger looked at Jaebum with a slight smirk and challenging eyes, "if you think you need more time for simple tasks such as these."

There it was. The Park Jinyoung he knew. The Park Jinyoung no one in the office or perhaps in the world could fathom existed. He was anything but a sweet and deceiving persona when it came to Jaebum.

"A week is more than enough, sir." The elder replied confidently.

"Very well, now the second agenda." Jinyoung began as he retrieved himself from his seat and locked the door of the meeting room. That was the sign Jaebum needed to know what was next on his list. The younger walked towards the wall windows of the room and ran his eyes through the busy streets and flashy signboards.

The sun hadn't exactly set yet but it was going to within a matter of time. The sky was beginning to take the shade of purple along with a mixture of pink and orange peeking through the clouds. The street lamps had already been switched on, which wasn't very flattering against the sky. "Could you come here Jaebum hyung?"

Jaebum nodded, even though he knew the younger's eyes weren't on him. There was a certain sense of control which the Jinyoung possessed, something everyone gave into once they had entered the red zone. They weren't particularly bending to his will, it was just a willingness to comply with whatever the younger could wish for.

He stood next to the younger and looked out the window. "Do you see that building over there?" the younger asked.

The elder looked at where Jinyoung had pointed his fingers. The corporate building wasn't much far away from their own office. You could clearly see the people through the windows and what they were up to, except it was difficult to recognize their faces unless someone had binoculars or supervision. "I do."

"You can see everyone pretty well right?"

"Yes."

"So it means they can see us pretty well after dark, when the lights are on, am I right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great! I want you to fuck me against this window." Jinyoung informed with a toothy coy smile, finally locking his gaze with Jaebum who had his eyes wide in astonishment.

"Are you insane!? That could ruin your image!" the elder exclaimed.

"Of course I am insane, why would you even raise that question? Besides, if someone wants to hurt my image, I'll finally have some competition." Jinyoung replied, capturing the elder's lips, biting harshly out of the blue making the elder hiss in pain.

Jaebum squeezed his eyes shut as Jinyoung began to undo both of their clothing articles rather slowly. The earlier it happened, the sooner he would be able to get out of this. The sooner he got of it, the earlier he would be able to forget any of it ever happened. Of course, he never actually did forget.

The remaining of the touches only became more intense and the memories transformed into dreams.

Jinyoung teased the elder, grazing his hands against his dick as often as possible as he undid the elder's pants. He pulled the elder into a kiss and yanked him towards the window as he walked backward. "I have lube and a condom in my coat's pocket. Take them out." he whispered before he dipped for a deeper kiss.

Jaebum with his eyes closed, knee between Jinyoung's legs and his lips being chewed on, he began to search for the pockets inside the younger's coat. He soon found the lube and condoms and in the heat of the moment, he took of Jinyoung's coat ruthlessly as his hands kept in getting tangled in it.

"Is that Jaebum hyung showing some interest in me?" Jinyoung asked between the kiss.

"Don't—" Jinyoung pressed his cheeks and continued to kiss him desperately, this time sucking on his tongue until they ran out of breath. "Don't flatter yourself. It was getting tangled in my hands." Jaebum still finished his sentence.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. "Just fuck me against the window, unless you're too much of a wimp. Are you a wimp, Jaebum-ah?" he teased clicking his tongue.

Jaebum harshly turned Jinyoung around until he was facing the window and his ass was arched up in the air. He remained quiet as he ripped open the lube and slathered it on his fingers. Anger had taken a hold of him but he soon realized, he was a fucking idiot. He stood static for a few seconds, being confused about what had to be done. He had no clue how to prep a man. He had never even experimented with boys in his college days.

He was too embarrassed to say anything to Jinyoung and neither could he back out unless he pretended to have a heart attack. Jaebum was sure Jinyoung would leave him to die or record the whole thing on his phone for comedy purpose.

"Start with one finger at a time virgin boy. I haven't had anything up my ass in a while so I should be a bit tight." Jinyoung suggested, growing impatient but enjoying the baffled and flushed expressions of Lim Jaebum.

Nervously, Jaebum inserted his middle finger first. Jinyoung could feel the hesitance in his fingers and the reflection of the elder's face on the window glass was extremely entertaining. He seemed to be shocked by the feeling wrapped around his finger and very confused about what to do.

"Move it around a little and try inserting the second finger." Jinyoung instructed casually, even though he could feel the stretch sting a little. Jaebum did as instructed, the flush rising higher to his face. He had never experienced such a sensation before; it was much in contrast compared to the inside of a woman.

He heard Jinyoung moan almost like a mewl when he stretched the hole to enter the second finger. He stretched with both of his fingers until it was prepped enough for the third finger. Without hesitation this time, he dug his fingers knuckle deep which made the younger gasp for air from being full out of the blue. He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut as the elder swirled his fingers around. Once again, the fact that Jinyoung was breaking under his touch was something he had to get accustomed to.

He needed to figure out why it brought him pleasure.

"Stop being a fucking heterosexual and just fuck me hyung."

Jinyoung gasped once again as Jaebum retrieved his fingers and wiped it on some tissues which were on the meeting table. He then pumped his dick a couple of times before inserting in the younger. The elder younger held onto the glass, even though it didn't quite help him much when it came to keeping a balance. His knees were weak and already quivering. "What? You forgot how to move?" the younger still spat whilst gasping for air.

Jaebum even though wanted to push himself out the window, was trying his best not to hurt the younger. He couldn't believe how tight he was. He had slept with a lot of women before but this was a whole new stir in his body. He slowly began to pull out until the tip and thrust deep inside until Jinyoung could feel it in his lungs.

"Is that all the strength you have Jaebum-ah? You won't be able to do anything in a week with that pace." the younger teased, arching his hips higher. Jaebum took a deep breath and placed one of his arms over Jinyoung's left shoulder and used the other to tightly grip his hips. Jinyoung's hands were right under his and if he lowered his hand a little, he could perfectly fit his fingers between the younger's.

He shook his head a little at the thought and began to bring up a pace. He tried his best to be harsh but it wasn't something he was used to. He wasn't used to feel a man around him; he never knew Park Jinyoung would one day be under him and the fact that it would feel so incredible.

Jaebum looked at Jinyoung's reflection of the glass window. He had his lips parted and was breathing through his mouth. His eyes were closed and he was trying his best not to loll his head. "Hurry up you loser, I have things to do. Fuck me as hard as you can. Be the whore you are who has sex for money." Jinyoung spat.

Whatever control he had and fascination Jaebum had been feeling so far had been replaced by agitation and guilt. He picked up the pace faster than before with much more strength. He could see Jinyoung struggling with keeping his balance so, upon instinct, he pressed his hand against the younger's and locked their fingers so that Jinyoung could rely on his strength. Even when he hated Jinyoung, he couldn't bring himself to hurt him.

However, Jinyoung immediately removed his fingers and placed his hands below as Jaebum thrust deep into his sensitive nerves making him moan louder than ever. Jaebum immediately placed his hand over the younger's mouth to oppress the sound so that no one would gravitate their attention towards the meeting room.

Jinyoung opened his mouth and sucked on the index and middle finger whilst he pumped his own dick with his other hand. Standing at the moment was a struggle for the both of them but Jaebum caught Jinyoung's eyes. He had fluttered them open and he was looking straight outside the window where faces were walking around. If anyone decided to pause and look outside, they could see what was occurring between them.

Jaebum couldn't understand the thrill the younger felt from such a risk that could take away his whole career.

When Jaebum came, the first thing the younger had uttered was the most obvious. "Well, you didn't last long." with a bitter tone almost. Jaebum watched Jinyoung jack himself off as he locked his eyes with the elder, who remained stood static.

Jinyoung remained quiet as he cleaned himself and Jaebum got rid of any remaining evidence.

"Don't ever do that." Jinyoung warned with a scowl once they had finished dressing.

"Do what?" Jaebum asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Don't hold my hands, don't try to help or even think about doing anything remotely morally correct with me. I hate that side of you. The great leader Jaebum! Who was always in control of everything and is loved by everyone even though he had a shit personality. Don't even think about the fact that you can help me in any shape or form. I can break everything you love and I want you to remember that." He finished, walking past Jaebum and bursting out the door.

As each day passed by, everything about Jinyoung only confused him further and made him wonder how deep he was inside this ball of thread.

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It was somewhat in the noon when Jaebum had noticed the strange bunch of men. Usually, whoever wanted to enter the superior floor consisting the offices of Park Jinyoung, Lim Jaebum and three of the directors along with their assistants, they had to schedule. The schedule of course was noted to everyone and was approved by all assistants. Most of the documents were on the superior floor, for which everyone had to be aware of whoever was entering and leaving.

"May I help you gentlemen?" Jaebum asked them as they stood in the middle of the office in a small circle of five.

"Jinyoung-sshi didn't inform us that he had a new assistant." One of the older men stated, arching his eyebrow and removing the cigar from between his lips.

"I'm not his assistant. I'm the general manager of the JYP Enterprise." Jaebum replied with a slight hint of bitterness and anger following his words.

"Ah yes, the fresh meat everyone has been talking about. You don't want to worry about us. You can go back to your work Jaebum-sshi." Another man spoke out, he was in his early or mid-forties. His hair was perfectly styled and he seemed to have perfect attire when compared to everyone else, almost resembling something similar to the CEO's.

"But—" Jaebum's sentence was stopped in the middle as Jinyoung's assistant Sunhee stood between the five men and the GM.

"I apologize for the wait gentlemen, if you could please go forward and turn right towards the CEO's office it would be helpful. I will join shortly behind." She informed after she bowed to apologise to them.

They nodded in agreement before walking past Jaebum without noticing his presence any further.

"Who are they?" He asked Sunhee.

"Clients the CEO likes to deal with himself. I apologize for not letting you know beforehand but they tend to arrive without notice. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be returning to their assistance." She informed, once again bowing to Jaebum before dashing off behind the men.

Jaebum furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he was currently informed about every present client they had been working with. He had never seen nor heard about these men before. Direct connection to the CEO obviously stated their importance, for which everyone should have been well informed about their presence in order to avoid mistakes such as earlier.

"Hyunmi-sshi, were the schedules updated about those gentlemen?" He asked his assistant once she had been called to his office.

"No sir, I was not informed about them. As a matter of fact, I just checked the server. Their entry was not listed in the security entrance and exit files." She replied.

"That's odd, have you heard about them from any other older employees or assistants?"

"I did ask around about them. They had actually visited before when you weren't in the office. They had been waiting in the CEO's room and had left much later, along with Mr. Jinyoung. However, no one seemed to know their identity, which I do believe is a lie. I'm sure I'm not being trusted with information about them from the employees who know."

"What about Sunhee? She seems to be familiar with them. Any words about them from her?"

"None sir, she asked me to stay in my boundary and let her do her job, not so politely." She sighed.

"Thank you for your work Hyunmin-sshi," Jaebum smiled, "you're excused."

Hyunmin excuses herself after a bow. The information received from her confused Jaebum further about the eccentric men and their unnoticed visits.

Of course, there were matters which Jaebum hadn't been informed about just yet and was surely being kept in the dark due to his current work period. JYP Enterprise hadn't become such a large corporation by trusting managers of four months about deeper matters.

For now, he decided to wait for the correct time to hear about it from Jinyoung or any of the directors.

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When Jaebum has reached home that night, he was greeted with Mark and Youngjae in his living room. The couple had been newly married and Jaebum hadn't had the time to meet with them ever since he had started working as the GM.

"Well well, if it isn't the GM of JYP Enterprise, the man who is the word of the wind." Mark teased with a grin as he pulled his best friend into a hug. Jaebum embraced the other with a toothy grin and patted his back. Youngjae then took his turn for cuddles and finally let go when the elder had almost been suffocated.

"Why didn't you guys tell me you were visiting?" Jaebum asked as he took off his coat and handed it to Jieun to hang it.

"Because one, you'd run away and two, because we wanted to surprise you." Youngjae replied.

"Plus I wanted to see the face of a man who is about to become a father! Congratulations! You have to make sure your child becomes friends with our soon adopted child." Mark exclaimed.

"Of course not. The child you two will raise will be a messy personality." Jaebum joked with a grin. Mark gasped pretending to be offended by clutching his chest whilst Youngjae laughed out loud next to him.

"Well, I think it would be a great balanced friendship; one who is messy with the other who is reserved." Jieun commented taking a deaf next to Youngjae who wrapped his arm around her shoulder. They had been friends ever since Youngjae was in high school through his older sister.

As the clock ticked they discussed further matters, such as moving to a new apartment, finding baby furniture and most importantly the baby's name. Of course, a heated discussion unfolded between Mark and Jieun as they both believed they had the right to name Jaebum's child.

"Why don't you and Jaebum go out for a drink? I'll stay with Youngjae for a while because I missed him. Not to mention neither of us can drink due to different reasons. You two have fun." Jieun suggested putting a pause on the brawl as Mark seemed to be winning.

"Definitely. I could use some alcohol in my system to get rid of some stress because Youngjae doesn't like my idea of our apartment's interior."

"Can you please shut up and leave us alone?" The youngest rolled his eyes.

Mark tried his best to pout but Jaebum pulled him out before he got himself into another long argument, this time with both Youngjae and Jieun.

The bar they had chosen was quite empty, mostly because it was still early. The bar would begin to fill after the clock struck midnight and the weekend would officially begin for the salarymen.

"So JYP Enterprise huh?" Mark asked taking a sip of his whiskey on rocks.

"Who would have thought?" Jaebum chuckled, sipping his raw gin.

"I'm glad you have a wife like Jieun looking out for you. Knowing you, you would have never applied for this on your own but look at you now. I'm very proud of you. How is the work pressure?"

"It's—it's a lot to take in. The first one month was practically hell. Things have calmed down a bit for me now that I'm slowly getting used to things but I'm sure there is a lot more to come."

"What about the CEO? Everyone aspires to either become him or get rid of him."

Jaebum paused his drinking with the glass still between his lips. He chugged down the entire glass which confused Mark as Jaebum had been a responsible drinker for the past few years. He had never seen him drink so hastily or carelessly.

"Park Jinyoung." Jaebum finally replied after a long silence between the two.

"That's his name? Funny because I remember a certain Park Jinyoung in your life who the son of a CEO of a—-" Mark widened his eyes as he came to a realization of the situation mid-sentence. "Wait a second, it's not that Park Jinyoung is it?"

"Unfortunately, yet fortunately."

"What do you mean?" Mark asked being highly concerned.

"It's hard to explain and it's even more complicated in my head. Have you ever felt filthy?"

"Is he making you do any dirty work for the company?"

"Nope, my desk job is clean."

"Then? What do you mean by filthy?"

"Well, I think I drank a bit too much, don't pay attention to my words. It's just my existentialism. Do you by chance have a cigarette?" Jaebum asked diverting the topic and ordering a glass of white wine for the both of them.

"I thought you quit smoking." Mark asked as he took out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from his coat's pocket.

"I feel like dragging one tonight. It's been a long day. Actually, it's been a long four months." He replied, lighting a cigarette and taking a long first drag.

"Jaebum-ah, you don't have to do this if it's making you miserable. Jieun wouldn't want that. She trusts your decisions." Mark informed squeezing his best friend's shoulder.

"I know, this one is perhaps more personal than I thought." Jaebum replied, ending the topic finally with that answer, refusing to talk about his work any further.

Mark couldn't help but try to decipher what exactly his best friend's words meant.

Chapter 4: Refutation

His office smelt like chocolate, which he presumed had something to do with the scented candle which was lit on his coffee table. And if he wasn’t wrong, there was a well-wrapped package waiting for him on his desk. He knew it definitely had to be the tactics of Park Jinyoung but he wasn’t sure for what. It was mid-August so it most certainly wasn’t his birthday or Park Jinyoung’s. He walked towards his desk and read the little note which was handwritten. 

“To hyung,

Happy six month anniversary.

-With love, Park Jinyoung

Even though Jaebum wanted to rip off the note and then put it in the shredding machine, he kept it inside the pocket of his coat. He carefully ripped off the wrapping which was a matt black paper. He couldn’t care less about Jinyoung’s consideration; however, he was sure it was expensive. He would rather not rip money into shreds.

Underneath the wrapping was a wooden box. Inside of which was a little bottle of perfume. Jaebum sniffed the scent which surrounded the perfume bottle, trying to get a gist of what the perfume could smell like.

A flush immediately appeared on Jaebum’s cheeks and he allowed the perfume to gently fall on his desk. He took a deep breath and hide his face behinds his hands. He tries his best to clear his mind but the notion which the scent brought only got intense. It made his fingers twitch and an invisible sensation of Jinyoung’s presence began to wrap around his body.

The perfume was Jinyoung’s initial scent.

Jaebum was sure Jinyoung was not aware of the fact that he had always noticed the way the younger smelt. In Jinyoung’s head, it was probably to tease the elder so that Jaebum would constantly be reminded of him. But there was no need for that. Jinyoung had terrorized his mind, body, and dreams.

Between meetings and conferences, it was difficult to not drift his eyes towards his lips or have flashbacks about the younger’s hand playing with the hair above his nape. It was disgusting. The lust was consuming him alive and he was being further pulled into becoming a mere puppet of the younger, upon his own will.

He placed the perfume back into the box and shoved it in his office bag. Right now he had to concentrate on work.

He heard knocks on the door, which was most likely from his assistant.

“Come in.” he responded.

“Hello sir, may I prepare your lunch for the office room or the cafeteria today?”

“I think I’ll have it in here.”

“Understood; also sir, the CEO asked me to let you know he will be out of the country for a week.”

“Where has he gone to?” Jaebum arched an eyebrow.

“He hasn’t yet. He will be leaving for Indonesia tomorrow afternoon.”

“Thank you for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

Ironically, without Jinyoung’s interference, Jaebum was much quicker when it came to finishing his work. After making a few calls and running his eyes through a couple of documents, he had finished his work for the day. The clock had only struck six in the evening, which meant he would spend some time with Jieun after a long time.

Without Jinyoung, he could finally relax.

Or so he had thought. When he had opened the door to his home, he could hear two different voices speaking and sharing laughter. Both of them very familiar to his ears but he refused to believe that his ears weren’t deceiving him. He stood in front of the door, trying to pinpoint the male voice, hoping he was imagining things.

“Jaebum-ah! Look who is paying us a visit!” Jieun cheered as soon as her husband had entered their living room.

“Hello, Jaebum hyung. I hope my visit isn’t a nuisance.” Jinyoung greeted with his innocent smile which created crinkles around his eyes.

“Of course not! It’s an honor to have you. I can’t believe he never told me you two were childhood friends.” Jieun defended. “You two carry on, I’ll prepare us some tea.”

Jaebum took off his coat and took a seat on the opposite of Jinyoung. “What do you want?” he asked quietly, making sure his wife wouldn’t be able to hear his words.

“What? I can’t come to congratulate my company’s GM’s wife for expecting a child? That is the least I can do.” Jinyoung replied crossing his legs and leaning his back against the sofa before slightly pushing his hair back a little.

“I don’t know what you want but the deal was that you come nowhere near my family.”

“True, but I am not near. I am close.” the younger replied with his eyes glinting challengingly.

Jaebum fisted his palm and clenched his jaw in anger. As much as he wanted to punch Jinyoung across the face and call him a lying cheat, he couldn’t afford to do so. He couldn’t allow his wife to find out anything regarding their past or present relationship. Jaebum was sure that was the younger’s plan in the first place; to enrage him until he revealed himself, only to wallow in self-pity after losing everything. 

Jieun soon returned with cups of tea and her freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Thankfully, Jinyoung was not being Park Jinyoung but the CEO of JYP Enterprise. He was at his best behavior and even Jieun was charmed by his personality. The little compliments the younger threw here and there whilst talking to Jieun had impressed her greatly but Jaebum had expected nothing less from him.

“It’s getting late, I have a flight tomorrow so I should get going. Thank you so much Jieun-sshi for your hospitality. At this rate, I just might end up wanting to live here. You are truly making me jealous.” Jinyoung informed, spreading his arms to give the GM’s wife a light hug.

Jaebum locked his eyes with Jinyoung with a dry throat as Jieun embraced him back with her baby bump.

“Please do visit whenever you want to. No need to be jealous of my husband, you’re a very charming man.” Jieun replied with a soft smile.

Jinyoung thanked the two but before he could leave, Jaebum insisted that he walked the CEO to his car. Of course, neither Jieun nor Jinyoung had resisted to the idea. Jieun waved her hand to bid goodbye until the two of them had entered the elevator.

As soon as the door of the elevator had closed, Jinyoung pulled the elder by the hair and clashed their lips. Jaebum tried his best to push the younger off but the more he resisted the harder Jinyoung pulled him into the kiss, almost devouring his lips. The younger let go with a plopping noise, parting their lips just the elevator had reached the parking lot.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jaebum asked as he followed Jinyoung’s footsteps.

“What? It’s not like your wife saw. No one saw.”

“That is not the point! Why are you actually here? What do you want?” Jaebum demanded in a cross manner, pulling Jinyoung’s wrist to bring him a few steps backward to him with force.

“In reality, I just came to tell you that the company is going to be under your control whilst I am gone for the next one week.” Jinyoung began, slowly pushing the elder to the nearest wall. “But after speaking with your wife, I had a lot of fun knowing about your past six years.”

“I wonder how she’d feel knowing that you are currently fucking your childhood friend and boss. I just suddenly got this urge you know?” he wrapped his arms around Jaebum’s neck and continued. “The urge to ruin everything you daydream of. I wonder how you’ll be if I take away everything from you.”

Jaebum as a human, was very much against violence, let it be verbal or physical. Of course, his high school days and college day aura begged to differ but he hated raising his voice or hands. However, he wasn’t really sure what took control of him in that second. Was it fear? Was it anger? Was it his guilt? Or maybe it was a mixture of all three.

Before he knew it, he had slapped Jinyoung the across the face. “Stay away from my family. I don’t care what you do to me and how much you want to break me but if you lay anything as much as a feather on my family, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Jinyoung hadn’t expected of that sort as a reply from Jaebum. The elder didn’t really know what exactly the younger expected out of any of this but when Jinyoung rolled his head around and smiled at the elder, Jaebum’s heart had reached his throat.

“Do you know this is the second time someone has raised their hand on me?” Jinyoung asked.

“I—I am—I didn’t intend to raise my hand—“ Jinyoung placed his index finger on Jaebum’s lips in order to stop him from apologizing. He inched forwards and cupped the elder’s face. “I’ll have you know the first human to do that is long gone from this world.” he informed whispering those words. “I killed him.”

“But—“ he continued, pressing a light kiss on Jaebum’s lips. “Now that I know you are not entirely a wimp, we can have a lot more fun. Good night, hyung. Don’t forget to invite me to the baby shower.”

Jinyoung walked away in a composed manner. Anyone looking at him from any angle wouldn’t be able to detect anything that was going inside the man’s head. Jaebum watched his chauffeur open the door of his car and driveway before the elder could comprehend what exactly he had gotten himself into at the moment.

Before if there was any room for escaping this man, now it was completely gone.

                            

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Jaebum wasn’t part of the top three of the class but he was definitely part of the top then. He was a smart kid who studied just the enough amount and played to enjoy his youthful days. He went to a public school filled with middle-class children, some even from the lower class. What was really shocking to him was when he was in middle school, Park Jinyoung was there too.

According to the past warnings, just like all other kids, he wasn’t allowed to speak to him.

As much as Jinyoung tried to get his attention through the days until they graduated middle school, he had only received his attention once.

Jaebum wasn’t exactly sporty but he liked to engage in soccer matches along with his best friend Mark. Jinyoung, on the other hand, liked to spend time by avoiding dirt on his clothes. Jaebum wasn’t sure if Jinyoung genuinely enjoyed reading books but he had often read books he had read before, in the library. Jinyoung, of course, had his own copy and had no need to borrow. It did intrigue the elder seeing they had similar taste in books.

On his way to the playground after changing into his jersey, he had found Jinyoung standing on the staircase looking for something on the floor.

“Are you looking for something?” Jaebum asked for the first time ever, without really understanding why he had forgotten his parent’s warning.

“Your dignity.” the younger scoffed, still searching for something on the floor without making eye contact with the elder.

“I just wanted to help, jeez, you don’t have to be like that.”

“You don’t have to pretend that you care.”

“Not everyone is like you.” Jaebum spat back in anger.

“I know, most of you are poor and worse, middle class.”

Being young that, of course, did hurt Jaebum’s dignity. He refused to take his social status as an insult.

“At least I don’t have to buy friendship. You can’t even do that.”

As soon as Jaebum had finished that sentence, he was face to face with Park Jinyoung. He knew he would be punched in the gut and they would end up clawing each other until one of them lost an eye, however, he was not expecting Jinyoung to straight up push him off the staircase leading him to a severe knee injury whilst trying to avoid getting hurt in the head.

Jinyoung had walked away from the scene without even batting an eyelash. The next time Jaebum had seen light was in the infirmary.

“The doctors here say you won’t be able to soccer with your friends anymore.” he heard a voice say from beside him. It was Jinyoung sitting with a book on his lap. His words had no empathy neither was it informative, it was entirely taunting.

Jaebum remained quiet but failed to do so as the pain made him hiss. Jinyoung laughed at the sight commenting further about how his friends would still continue to play without him. It was the truth and it had no reason to hurt but for some reason, the younger’s words stung like the bee.

Ever since that day, the battle of Park Jinyoung and Lim Jaebum had begun. 

 

                                                                                        *********************

A week without Jinyoung in the office had gone too fast. Ever since that night Jaebum prayed and hoped that he would wake up to the news that he was no longer wanted in JYP Enterprise. He wished to find a new job, move to a new country and star fresh without his history haunting him.

But that was much further from reality.

Jinyoung had been too occupied ever since he had returned. Jaebum knew there was a lot to fill for his absence, which wasn’t really a vacation, no one knew what it was, but he hadn’t expected Jinyoung to be extremely busy that he hadn’t had the time to toy with Jaebum.

Not that he was complaining, it was just overall strange to see Jinyoung stressed over work.

“The CEO wishes to see you after work. The company car will be dropping you at the destination.” Jaebum looked at the time once he had received the text message from Sunhee. He sighed as he wasn’t prepared for anything that had to do with Park Jinyoung. He wanted to go home, run a bath, drink a glass of mango juice and fall asleep on the couch.

He packed his bag and bid goodbye to his assistant once he had finished his work for the day. He wasn’t really sure where the chauffeur was driving him towards as they were on the highway in order to leave the city. He was sure he would have to spend the night to where he was being taken to so he called Jieun to apologize and make the excuse of “work” with the CEO in another city.

Fortunately, his childhood friend Jackson and his wife were visiting for the weekends. They were more than delighted to be able to stay over; especially Jackson’s wife Nagisa, who was extremely fond of Jieun ever since they had met. Jackson, of course, had to leave early in the morning for his work as a school gym teacher but Nagisa was more flexible when it came to taking an abrupt vacation from work.

The road to wherever he was being taken was rather long. By the time an hour had passed, he was sure that he was getting out of Seoul. The scenery was becoming greener even though the sun had set half an hour ago. The amounts of bodies were decreasing and soon there was nothing but farming fields surroundings both sides of the road.

Jaebum took out his headphones and took access to his SoundCloud playlist. He was growing impatient by each second as they went further into an unknown city. Jaebum was a city child, born and raised in the city. Even his grandparents had moved to Seoul ever since he was born. It was very rare for him to travel without his wife or friends unless it was within the tracks familiar to his fingertips and toes.

The music calmed Jaebum ever so slightly, it would have helped better if he knew his destination. After another long hour, they had finally reached their destination. It was past eight in the evening and he couldn’t recognize anything around him. It was almost a new dimension. The car had stopped inside the gates of a large villa with lavish and almost British like exterior.

The chauffeur opened the door of the car for Jaebum to take wobbly steps after sitting for so long. He had no clue where he was and what he had to do. Jaebum never understood why Jinyoung never exchanged number with him. As a matter of fact, Jinyoung never exchanged his number with any of the clients or directors. Everyone had to reach him via Sunhee.

Before Jaebum could ring the doorbell, the door was opened by a well-dressed man, whom Jaebum assumed to be the butler or the host of the villa. “Welcome to Mr. Jinyoung’s private lot, he is waiting for you in his room. Please follow me.” the man informed, shutting the door behind the guest and following behind him to guide him to the room. 

They had soon reached a mirrored glass door locked by a passcode. The butler or perhaps the host soon left him in front of the door after bowing politely. Jaebum knocked on the door not really understanding what to do with the situation. Soon a very casually dressed Park Jinyoung had opened the door. It was the first time he had seen the younger in a pair of casual t-shirt and sweatpants, even though they were both Addidas limited edition.

“If you’re going to eye fuck me, might as well as shove your wimpy dick up my ass” Jinyoung mocked as he guided Jaebum into the room.

“I wasn’t doing that.” the elder defended himself even though a pinky blush had risen to his cheeks. “It’s the first time I have seen you in casual clothes.”

“Yeah yeah, I am sure I look human at the moment. Anyway,” Jinyoung continued as he shuffled through in drawer in order to find something. “I am not in a good mood tonight so we’re doing this.” Jinyoung soon introduced a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs to the elder. “And you’re going to be the one wearing these.”

“And what exactly do you want me to do wearing these?” Jaebum asked bitterly, even though he had already become startled by the idea of them.

“You are going to sit on that chair.” Jinyoung pointed to the chair positioned in the middle of the room. “As you are blindfolded and handcuffed.”

“Then what do I do?”

“Nothing, I will be doing the rest.” Jinyoung replied, pushing the elder towards the chair. Jaebum took off his coat before Jinyoung handcuffed his hands. Jinyoung took off the elder’s necktie and threw it on his bed. “I presume you already told your wife you won’t be going back home?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Good boy.” Jinyoung complimented with a smile and ruffled the elder’s hair as one would with their pet dog. The younger blindfolded the elder first with a silk pink cloth. He tightened it just enough so that it wouldn’t come off but not enough to stop blood from circulating around the elder’s head. He brought Jaebum’s hands towards the back and handcuffed both of his hands. He then placed the key on the dressing table behind them in order to avoid complicacy in the future.

“How do you feel hyung?” The younger asked. Jaebum couldn’t pinpoint where the voice was coming from and what expressions Jinyoung could be making at the moment. He was feeling rather helpless and vulnerable. His wrists were beginning to hurt each time he tried to move his hands and his pupils were confused by the darkness.

“Confused.” Jaebum replied without portraying his nervousness.

“Good.” As Jinyoung finished the sentence, he situated himself on top of Jaebum, sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his hips, even though the chair was a slight barrier. He swiped his finger across Jaebum’s lower lip and slightly pressed it down. “I hate kissing you, did you know what?”

“No, but I can assure you I feel the same.” Jaebum replied.

“I highly doubt that is the case.” Jinyoung chuckled. He slowly dipped down and captured the elder’s lips between his. He then continued to move his lips against Jaebum’s. As much as the elder refused to give in, he ended up parting his lips in order to lock their lips in the perfect position.

The younger continued to kiss the elder as if they were teenagers, switching from sucking onto his lower lip to his upper. He carefully tasted the elder’s lips which allowed the wet noise to fill the room. He cupped the elder’s cheek and ran his lips from his jawline to his neck. He pressed light yet wet kisses which made Jaebum shiver under the touch and curl his toes.

“What happened to the fact that you hate that I kiss you? I feel like you’re enjoying this.” Jinyoung mocked, with his hands now traveling all over Jaebum’s clothed chest and torso. “I always hated your body and your tan skin. It’s funny how it developed so well over the years. How many girls did you impress with this?”

“I was never into sleeping with women I had no emotional connection with, unlike someone else here.” the elder replied, feeling Jinyoung slip his finger underneath his shirt.

“Is that so? Then what about this? How do you feel about having intimate moments with someone you despise?” Jinyoung asked with his face buried in the crook of Jaebum’s neck. He was now occupied with his teeth grazing over the skin and often biting into the soft areas.

Finally, Jaebum let out a groan as Jinyoung began to roll his erect manhood against Jaebum’s. He pulled the elder into a kiss, this time it was much more different than the ones before. This time he was biting onto the elder’s lips until they bled. Jaebum didn’t resist nor did he hiss as the pain but only allowed Jinyoung to use his tongue inside his mouth.

Jinyoung took the lead of the kiss as always and guided the elder’s tongue into what had to be done. The younger grinded his dick against now Jaebum’s hard tent. “It’s really easy to get you hard. Sometimes I feel like you have feelings for me.” the younger took himself off from the elder and kneeled down in front of him.

Jaebum could feel his breath on his crotch but he didn’t know how to tell him his body that this was a normal act. He swallowed a lump down his throat as a certain thrill of having his hands cuffed and his eyes blind made him shiver. 

His hands ached to be set free and he wanted to see what exactly Jinyoung was trying to do at the moment. He wanted to study the younger's expressions and see how the younger eyed him whilst taking his cock in his mouth. He then soon felt Jinyoung mouth his clothed dick, slightly biting on the tip. Jaebum understood from that sign that he wasn’t going to be allowed to come easily. He was going to be teased until the younger was content.

“Should I just leave you here? Hard and throbbing, waiting for me to suck you off?” Jinyoung hummed.

“Do whatever the fuck you want.”

At that, Jinyoung stood on his feet and began to walk away from the elder. Jaebum knew this was coming, considering the words he had just said. He could hear Jinyoung rustle through some things, most likely to be plastic packets. From the sound of it, it seemed like he was opening the wrapper of a chocolate bar. And if he was right, Jinyoung had just inserted the first chocolate cube in his mouth. It was probably kept in the freezer for which it made a harsh sound after being bitten on.

“I am sleepy, I want to sleep.” Jinyoung declared out of the blue. He placed the chocolate back into the fridge once he was satisfied. “I want you to stay like this until I wake up.” he informed the elder, who was once again not surprised but he was beginning to feel agitation building up.

“At least take off the blindfold.” He demanded.

“No, stay just like this. I want to see this first thing in the morning when I wake up.” Jinyoung replied before disappearing into the bathroom. The younger returned after what felt like an hour to the elder but in reality, it had not been more than ten minutes.

Surprisingly, Jinyoung zipped up the elder’s pants now that he was no longer hard. What was even more astounding was that Jinyoung had placed his head on his thigh. He could hear him use his cell phone to watch a news related video about their competitor YG Enterprise. He swore that the younger had begun to snicker as soon as the news reporter had informed that their current CEO had been hospitalized and was under life support.

“Jaebum-ah, why do you think this happened to the CEO?”

“Overdose of alcohol or excessive smoking.”

“What about poisoning?”

“Who would do that? Wouldn’t they have a huge loss if the CEO suddenly disappeared? It would raise a lot of suspicions and create doubts amongst the clients.”

“Well observed but I never said someone else had poisoned him.”

“Are you saying he attempted suicide?”

“Wouldn’t be so surprising, would it? CEO’s don’t really have much to do with their lives anyway. It’s quite bland without toys. I am sure you’re one of those people who believe money can’t buy happiness.”

“Starving to death isn’t the answer either. Happiness doesn’t exist with an empty stomach.”

“Oh how noble of our Lim Jaebum; but this man most likely tried to end his own life for the sake of insurance to save his family from going bankrupt in one night. Would you ever do that to save your family?”

“If their safety and security were confirmed, I doubt I’d hesitate.”

Jinyoung hummed at the reply, almost as if he was curious about the depth of his words. He pushed himself closer to Jaebum and positioned himself comfortably on his thigh. It confused the elder to why he was doing such a thing. He was surely not thinking of sleeping at such a position. If he was, Jaebum would consider him something much further than insane.

As Jaebum tried to seek for answers, his body had finally given in to the tiredness of the day. The next time he had opened his eyes, he was still greeted with nothing but darkness. Even more astoundingly,  he could feel that Jinyoung’s head was still on his lap, even though his thighs had fallen asleep at that point. His back was aching and his hands were throbbing in pain.

“Jinyoung! Park Jinyoung!” Jaebum called out slightly moving his legs. He heard low grunts of annoyance before feeling the weight of the head being removed from his lap. “Can you please undo the cuffs? My hands are going to fall asleep for forever.”

Without any words, Jinyoung unlocked the handcuffs. Jaebum could immediately feel a gush of blood traveling through his veins when he tried to bring his hands forward. They had definitely fallen asleep and it would take a good few hours before they regained any strength. However, he still attempted to take off the blindfold with wobbly arms.

The first few minutes was basically him hissing at the source of light, which was the warm rays of the sun. The next few minutes were his attempts of getting his eyes accustomed to the light. Once he was able to see whilst still squinting his eyes, he found Jinuounh laying on the bed with face turned towards the opposite side of the balcony’s glass door.

It was the first time he had seen Park Jinyoung asleep, relaxed, unguarded and unaware of his surroundings. It was his chance to sniff around the villa and dig out whatever information he could bright to light in order to escape the man.

Instead, he found himself wrapping the blanket around the younger male and pulling the curtain to restrain the light from disturbing his sleep.

He had no clue why the younger had spent the night sleeping with his head on his lap but what was even more confusing was that he wasn’t searching for an escape to return to his family. He still couldn’t pinpoint what exactly he felt towards Jinyoung, neither had he the answers to Jinyoung’s questions from the previous night.

Not anymore.

 

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The five men were once again visiting the CEO unnoticed. During a normal exchange of documents when Jaebum had asked the younger about the men, his question was simply ignored as Jinyoung continued to speak about the amendments required on the documents.

The men visit whenever they wish, and often they take Jinyoung away with them after work hours. Jaebum didn’t really understand their relationship with the company nor with the CEO.

“Sunhee-sshi, may I speak with you for a second?” Jaebum requested the CEO’s assistant.

“Of course sir, what can I assist you with?”

“How come none of us are informed when they visit?”

“They?”

“The CEO’s personal clients; they aren’t even in the entry file records in the building’s security server. What exactly is their relationship with the company?”

Once Jaebum had finished his question, he could see the color changing in the other’s face. There was a hint of anger in the way she clenched her jaw but fear became the most vivid in her eyes. 

“Please don’t worry about them and do the duties the CEO wants you to proceed with. It’s best that you stick to my words if you want the best for all of us.” She replied with a smile, which was much more of a warning than a kind gesture.

“Well, thank you for your time. You’re dismissed.” Jaebum replies. She bowed to the GM before turning to leave. He could sense the urgency in her footsteps as she returned to Jinyoung’s office with the ordered coffees. 

It was almost impossible for Jaebum to restrain himself from trying to figure out what exactly was occurring behind his blind spot but considering his current position, he would rather not get tangled in further complicity. With a stretch, he returned to the task at hand so that he could return home to his very aggressive wife.

She had been extremely hungry and angry recently. His mother was now living in them as Jaebum barely had the time to be alone and Jieun refused to make her husband sacrifice work in order to take care of her.

He knocked on Jinyoung’s door once he had noticed that the men had left. Once he was permitted to enter, he found Jinyoung sitting on his desk with a cigarette between his lips and a glass of wine next to him.

“What can I do for you hyung?” He asked with his signature smile.

“It’s about the girls who are about to debut. I wanted to discuss the stats of their response from the niche targets and the mass audience.”

“Leave the file on my desk, I’ll discuss this tomorrow. I also had a few ideas I wanted to discuss. Email the manager about an upcoming meeting at their office next week.” Jinyoung replied, taking a sip of his wine and tapping his cigarette on the custom-made ashtray.

“Noted, I will be taking my leave.” Jaebum informed with a bow, expecting the younger stop him.

Jinyoung gave the elder a nod instead, returning to his cigarette and a file that had been sitting beside the glass of wine. It wasn’t that Jaebum wanted the younger to stop him; he should be glad that he didn’t have to give in to any of his demands that day. However, it was still peculiar to have Jinyoung let him go even without a quirky remark.

“Is there something you want to say, Jaebum-sshi?” Jinyoung asked arching an eyebrow when he had noticed that Jaebum had been standing static in front of the door with a very quizzical facial expression. The elder immediately came back to earth from his thoughts and dashed out of the room after muttering an apology.

Jinyoung was playing with his head, he had to be. There was no explanation behind why his mind was completely occupied with his little games. He was making sure his actions were confusing Jaebum. Everything the younger was doing had to be a part of a grand plan to destroy Jaebum and for all. But he wasn’t going to allow Jinyoung to do that.

He was going to make sure Jinyoung wasn’t the one winning game.

With his mind occupied by what exactly could be on Jinyoung’s mind, Jaebum hadn’t realized that he had fallen asleep with his back faced towards his wife. Who was now wondering, if it was work clouding his mind or the thoughts of another human being. 

Chapter 5: Disquiet

Jaebum knew his limits in life. He knew when he had to stop, he knew when he had to run away and specifically, he knew when exactly he had to give up. Even though Sunhee had given him warnings about the five gentlemen, he couldn’t just be content with that sort of reply. He had to figure out their exact relationship with the company and the CEO. There was just some level of thrill whenever he tried to extract Jinyoung’s thoughts and plans.

According to Hyunmin, whom Jaebum had requested to do a full background check on Sunhee, she was the daughter of Jinyoung’s mother’s maid. Sunhee was, in fact, a couple of years older than the CEO and had been engaged with the Park family ever since she was born. She was someone who had been loyal to the company and the family ever since she was born so, in conclusion, Jaebum could expect absolutely nothing from the secretary. 

She would be the last person spilling beans about the CEO.

Continuing to his next research results, the current JYP Enterprise main office had been shifted only two years ago. The older building which was still owned by the JYP Company was kept locked with a number of security guards and locks. Jaebum’s theory was that either the building was being kept as an asset or was being used for something that was not known to be employees of the surface. If Jaebum knew anything about the CEO and the company policy, they were strictly against unnecessary expenditures.

Eventually, everything had lead to this moment.

Jaebum had parked his car at the parking lot of a mall nearby the old JYP building. He sighed whenever he remembered the cost he would have to pay when exiting the parking lot. The longer his current mission took, the riskier things would become for him. He could hear his mother scolding him for being presumptuous and not being satisfied by minding his own business.

But at this point, Jaebum knew it was personal. It was his personal satisfaction of winning against Jinyoung.

The building had two main entrance and exit, both being guarded by tough security. Of course, all buildings had an emergency fire exist which was locked from the inside. If Jaebum could only have access to that door and somehow manage to get inside, he would be able to get inside. Conveniently, next to the door was a large window according to the blueprint which Jaebum had illegally obtained.

His current hope lied on that window and hopefully his still existing b-boy skills.

Jaebum waited outside a cafe with a serving of large Americano and a freshly bought notebook where he wrote absolute gibberish. It was the perfect location for him to keep eye on the guards he had to slip past in order to reach the fire exit. He was wearing a t-shirt, sweat pants, a beanie and a face mask to hide his identity in case any security camera caught him.

If he was correct, both of the guard would be occupied with a certain radio show after ten in the evening. Jaebum have to work swiftly, leaving his overpriced coffee and notebook behind to take his route to the exit door. He impatiently observed the clock which indicated it was half past nine in the evening. He was beginning to take deep breaths and the tapping of his foot had increased rapidly.

Jaebum wasn’t a coward but never in his life had he ever been so foolishly brave. What he was going to do now was literal stupidity.

His heart began to beat faster as soon the clock struck to ten. Exactly after three seconds the guard, who was heavily built by the way, entered his little room and switched on the radio. Jaebum sighed in relief, being thankful of Hyunmin and her sources for finding these information.

Jaebum took off from his seat after leaving a hefty tip for the waiter. He slowly began to walk towards the building with a pair of headphones in his ears which wasn’t connected to anything. He walked past with his hands in his pocket and thankfully, he was unnoticed by the man. With the name of God, whom he hadn’t called in a long time, Jaebum swiftly entered the little alley which would be leading him towards the exit.

He took hesitant steps pretending to be on a stroll regardless of being observant towards his surroundings. When it was his time to turn towards the door, he searched through his surroundings for cameras or any existing security device. Thankfully there was nothing but the door was completely locked from the inside and the outside.

Jaebum jumped up and down a couple number of times to warm his body, bones, and muscles. The window was much higher than he had anticipated; definitely two feet higher than his own height. The idea was to jump and grab hold of the window, use the lock of the door as support for his foot and then use both of his hands to jump through the window.

The same plan was to be used when exiting the building. Now the odds only had to be on his side.

Thankfully, Jaebum was able to enter the building without spraining his ankle or hurting his knees. His mother’s blessings were with him after all.

The entrance was completely dark and he could barely see anything. He couldn’t bring his cell phone in case of accidents but he had brought a lighter with a flashlight stuck to it. He switched it on and walked up the stairs. The first room was a basement, previously used for keeping shredded filed or expired documents kept in case they were ever needed again.

The room was obviously being used at the moment. There was not a single speck of dust anywhere. Unfortunately, he couldn’t switch on the lights in order to avoid being caught. He ran his eyes through the labels of each shelf. Each shelf was named after departments, company branches or client’s company names. A whole section existed for the employees who had worked before and were currently working.

Nothing extraordinary about anything, so he decided to move to the next room.

The first thing he had noticed about that room was the lack of belongings. It only consisted of cardboard boxes, which he wasn’t sure what it was filled it. Their warehouses were currently out of the city. Everything was either shipped directly after the manufacturing process or was being held at the warehouses from where the goods could be easily distributed across the country or abroad.

He couldn’t understand why there were nearly about only twenty cardboard boxes in a room. Of course, the whole reason for taking such a risk was for him to figure out what exactly was going on.

He swallowed a lump down his throat as his heart thumped against his chest. He placed the lighter in his mouth and used both of his hands to gently open the boxes.

What was he expecting to find? Rejected goods? Secret files? Childhood toys of Park Jinyoung? His unwanted clothes? Dried parts of dead bodies?

He was expecting to find everything except the most obvious.

Drugs.

Of course, such a large corporation had to have some sort of connection to the drug world. Everything was now making much more sense. The five men definitely had to do something with the drug storage. The reason why their traces were not kept was to avoid legal allegations and charges. Their existence was only exclusive to Park Jinyoung and obviously no employee would ever go their way to figure out their connection.

No one wanted to bring in trouble when they could be making good cash and a good impression on their resume.

Well, no one except Lim Jaebum of course.

Right now, if he was stupid enough, he would be looking for further dirt on the company. But this was real life. He couldn’t expect a pair of men popping from the background to search for someone in the room after he had accidentally tripped over something. Right now he had to escape and run for his life before anyone found out about his existence.

He had to run away from Jinyoung the moment he could see an opportunity. Park Jinyoung was a man consisting of danger beyond what he had expected.

 

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Running away from Park Jinyoung wasn’t as easy as it sounded. There was absolutely no reason for Jaebum to give his resignation out of the blue. He could use their little “sessions” as an excuse but Jinyoung was smart enough to know that alone wouldn’t convince Jaebum to resign. Any wrong move could lead to Jinyoung figuring out Jaebum’s current secret.

His fangs were deeply rooted inside Jaebum’s neck.

He had fooled his secretary for the moment, after confirming her that there was absolutely nothing he could find after matching all the information she had gathered. He didn’t immediately put the case to an end to raise suspicion. He assured her that they needed information and time to figure out more about the five strafe men and that at the moment, they needed to concentrate on the tasks at hand.

Jaebum’s head felt like haywire. He was creating more lies to cover up previous lies, which was used to discover the truth. Some things in life are better off unknown and Jaebum should have stuck to that saying.

When he had opened the door of his house, he was sure he was going to be scolded by his mother but instead he was greeted with a pair of broad smiles.

“What’s going on?” He asked his mother and wife with a similar smile, who seemed to have been waiting for him to come back home.

“We bare news.” Jieun informed, her smile growing larger.

“What is it?” Jaebum asked quizzically.

Without using words, his mother passed him some hospital documents. Jaebum quizzically accepted them and opened the large envelope. The first file was an ultrasound of her stomach. If his eyes weren’t deceiving him, he could see the baby forming.

Jaebum gasped before his mouth hung open from shock. The baby was currently growing inside Jieun. Their baby was preparing to come to the world.

“It’s a girl! We are going to have a daughter!” She cheered, opening her arms for Jaebum to embrace her. However, he was too afraid to near her. He couldn’t fathom hurting her or their future daughter. He couldn’t allow anyone or anything to harm them.

Instead, he placed a kiss on her forehead and both of her cheeks. He cupped both of her hands inside his and kissed them. “Thank you.” He whispered with his voice breaking in the middle. Tears had begun to form on his waterline. “Thank you so much.”

Before Jieun could reply calling him an idiot and then slightly pinch his nose, Jaebum’s phone had begun to vibrate. The three of them saw the name “CEO’s Secretary” flashing on the screen. Jaebum wanted to ignore it as whatever it was she was wishing to inform could wait for later.

However, Jieun insisted that he prioritized his work.

“Hello?”

“Sir, the CEO wishes to see you now.”

“Now? But I am off duty. I can’t leave my wife all by herself. Can’t the matter be handled later?”

“If you want I can arrange a nurse for the next twenty-four hours but the CEO demands that you arrive at a hotel immediately. I have already sent out the car for you.”

And with that Sunhee had hung up on the call. Jaebum didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to lie to his wife about some work. He didn’t want to face her only to bid goodbye for the night.

But it was Park Jinyoung and his demand.

With distress vivid in his eyes, he explained some work-related lie to his wife. He promised that he will be back as soon as possible and that she shouldn’t stay awake waiting for him. She only smiled at the other assuring that she understood and gave him a chaste kiss. 

When Jaebum had reached to the parking lot, Jinyoung’s car had already been waiting for him. After a twenty minute drive through mostly empty roads, he had reached another five star hotel. As usual, he had given the receptionist his ID and then he proceeded to guide him towards where ever Jinyoung was waiting for him.

“Did I interrupt a little family time?” Jinyoung asked the elder pouring two glasses of red wine.

“Let’s not pretend that you care.” Jaebum replied. Thankfully he had already changed his clothes before leaving the house. He was wearing a comfortable sweater over a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He removed his shoes and placed it in front of the door before entering the room.

“But I do care about my company’s general manager.” Jinyoung offered one of the glasses of wine to Jaebum. As much as he wanted to refuse alcohol, he knew he had no room for rejection. As soon as he had taken the glass in his hands, the scent of the wine wafted in the air around him. It definitely had to be one of the elite collections.

“Thank you for caring but I doubt I need it.”

“Have a seat hyung.” Jinyoung informed patting the spot next to him on the bed. He was wearing a bathrobe and his hair was still damp. Jaebum assumed he had just taken a bath which made him smell like the most angelic human on the planet.

Even though hints of tobacco lingered in the air, Jaebum could smell Jinyoung very well. His hair smelt different than usual. There was no scent of the hairspray and he hadn’t used his usual shampoo. From this distance Jaebum was sitting, he could smell the scent that was stuck to Jinyoung’s skin.

The same scent the younger used to taunt him by providing him a sample as a present.

It wasn’t a strong musky smell like most perfumes for men but neither was it sweet and floral like women’s perfume. To be honest it was something exactly in the middle. It smelt like Jinyoung if one asked to describe it.

Suddenly in the midst of his train of thoughts, the wine glass was being taken away from Jaebum’s hand and before he could look at the younger, he was pushed on the bed. However, their position was much more different than usual.

This time around, Jinyoung wasn’t on the top. He was just beneath Jaebum with his legs wrapping around the elder’s hips. “Let’s cut to the chase. I want you to fuck me with your weak guts.” The younger stated, slightly pushing Jaebum’s bangs away from his eyes. He pushed the elder’s hair back but it kept on falling forwards.

On a usual day, Jinyoung would have taken the lead but today seemed different. Today the younger wasn’t in the mood to take the lead. He wanted Jaebum to do all the work, which would technically make this easier for Jaebum. Except when it came to Park Jinyoung, he had absolutely no clue what he had to do.

Jaebum inserted his hands between the gap of Jinyoung’s bath rode but his hands were immediately slapped away. “I said I want you to fuck me. I don’t need you to make love to me.”

Jaebum sighed inwardly before yanking Jinyoung up by the strap of his bathrobe. He untied the knot and pulled the robe off by the shoulders. As Jinyoung hissed at the sudden tug, the elder took the moment to run his eyes on Jinyoung's bare skin. He gulped resisting the urge to run his fingers against the lean muscle and placing butterfly kisses.

 He had assumed that there would be condoms and lube in the nightstand but he couldn’t find anything. "You stupid it’s literally on the nightstand. Why are you looking for them in the drawer? How did you even graduate university with such a small brain?” Jinyoung jeered whilst furrowing his eyebrows. 

Jaebum was more embarrassed at the moment than he was angry at the younger’s remark. The room wasn’t entirely dark. There were two lamps illuminating the entire room, just enough for things to be seen but not enough to be able to read labels.

The elder generously coated his fingers in lube before inserting the first finger very gently. He shifted his eyes towards the younger who had already covered his face with his arms. His legs were spread wide and as Jaebum inserted the second finger, they almost came to a close at the slight pleasuring sting of the stretch.

“Just put it in already.” Jinyoung commanded even though his voice was weak and his face was still hidden behind his hands.

Once again something of Jinyoung which Jaebum couldn’t understand. Not that he understood himself and his mind deciding Jinyoung hiding his face beneath him was a seraphic sight.

Against the younger’s will when Jaebum made sure that Jinyoung was well prepped even though he couldn’t care less about his pain. He then wrapped the condom about his manhood and slowly began to insert it inside the younger.

Jinyoung bit his lower lips and fisted the bed sheet inside his palm. No matter how many times they fucked, Jaebum was still to get used to the sensation of being inside Jinyoung. Not just the physical pleasure of the tightness but the emotional comfort he felt from seeing the younger becoming the wreck beneath him. No matter how many times Jinyoung tried to be in control, he ended up slipping only to give Jaebum full control.

Jaebum began to move ever so lightly once Jinyoung had relaxed. He picked up the pace as the younger began to throw unwanted remarks about his ugly face. 

Jinyoung was completely flushed from chest to his face. He had never really seen the other completely naked like he was tonight. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were squeezed shut. There was a part of his soul which was aching to kiss his lips. He wanted to feel the lips against his own and bring out the low moans from the younger.

When he had dipped down for a kiss without questioning his desires, Jinyoung had turned his face towards the left. Jaebum’s lips were awkwardly on Jinyoung’s cheek which made things further embarrassing for the elder. He moved his lips to the junction of his neck and bit into the flesh. He licked the spot and bit on it once again. 

He wasn’t sure what he was doing, biting Jinyoung’s neck whilst thrusting deep inside him but it felt right when the younger buried his hands inside his hair and pushed his head down. He could smell Jinyoung’s skin. The addictive aroma which made it difficult for him to resist the urge to kiss him all over.

Jaebum realized it was about time he ended the session before he went insane with his thoughts. Once again, Jinyoung was giving him power only for him to lose himself under the younger’s control.

As he thrust faster, the mattress began to move along with their bodies. Jaebum wondered if he was putting too much strength but when Jinyoung buried his face in Jaebum’s neck and wrapped his arms around his neck, oddly he was at ease.

He held Jinyoung with one hand and pumped the elder’s dick with the other. Jaebum, as expected, came first, followed by Jinyoung a few seconds after a few more pumps.

“Get off of me and go take a fucking shower.” Jinyoung bitterly said pushing the elder off from his body. The younger was avoiding eye contact under all circumstances and for a second, Jaebum wondered if he had seen tears in Jinyoung’s eyes.

But that was none of his business.

As soon as he had finished taking a shower and dressed back into his clothes, which he hadn’t really taken off during the sex, he began to prepare to head back home.

“What’s the hurry? It’s past one the morning. Leave in the morning.” Jinyoung suggested taking a sip of his previously unfinished wine, still avoiding eye contact with the elder.

“I have to go back to my wife. Besides, I would rather not spend the night with you.” Jaebum replied.

“You know it’s really funny,” Jinyoung chuckled sarcastically, “how you’re like a pet dog following her around. Listening to everything she says and making sure she’s happy. It makes me wonder how you’ll be if was gone.” He finished, looking at Jaebum in the eyes with hints of anger and hints of curiosity.

Something one could call jealousy.

At that moment Jaebum was confirmed that the longer he stayed in this trap, the more despair he was going to bring upon his family.

He had to escape Jinyoung before he took away everything from him with his little games; before Jinyoung took control of his emotions and sense of judgment.

Before he lost track of motive for why he had taken this job in the first place.

 

 

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Jaebum hated explaining situations which involved lies. He’s not very good at clearing the point and tends to linger on the topic longer than required. This did not imply for the work environment but when it came to people who could read through him, it hated explaining lies.

“How are you feeling? How was the checkup?” Jaebum asked his wife on a weekend when she had returned from her weekly checkup with the doctor.

“What is it?” Jieun asked narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “Did you break something? Lose one of my lipsticks? Eat my leftover beef stir fry?”

“There is beef stir-fry in the kitchen?” the husband asked with his mouth hanging open and eyebrows rising in shock. There was no way he hadn’t noticed it in the fridge earlier.

“No there isn’t but you’re trying to tell me something aren’t you?” she asked, forwarding his hand to her husband for assistance so that she could sit beside him.

“Yeah. It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it now. How are you feeling?”

“I am fine Jaebum-ah, the baby is healthy. Tell me, what is it? You seem worried.” she asked pushing the other’s hair away from his forehead which immediately gave him flashback to Jinyoung’s attempt of putting his hair back.

He sighed and reached for her hands. He cupped her hands between his and let them hand in the air. “I want to resign from my job. I have been looking for jobs for the past week.”

“Ah, so that’s what you’re doing late at night while eating my apples and bananas.”

“I am sorry.” Jaebum apologized in guilt, his eyes falling on their hands and his lips turning into a frown.

“Jaebum-ah, there is nothing to be sorry about. You’ve worked hard for the past eight months. I think what’s more important is that you’re mentally prepared for our child to be coming to this world. We took the risk of this job and if it’s not working out, it isn’t. You don’t have to force yourself to work there. We will manage something, the best for your daughter, I promise.” She assured.

She lifted Jaebum’s face by cupping his cheeks and kissed him softly. “We are both proud of you regardless. Do what’s the best. Okay?” she smiled to strengthen Jaebum’s will.

“Okay.” Jaebum replied, smiling back slightly and pulling her head to his chest. He kissed the crown of her head and took a deep breath.

He had to do what was the best for his family.

 

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“And here I was wondering why the GM has requested for a scheduled meeting with me.” Jinyoung said tucking his chin on his palm and tapping his fingers on his cheek.

The thing with Park Jinyoung was that he was the master of strings and twists. If you tried to pull in him to some sort of trap, that would only become a reserve trap. You would either find yourself in the worst possible scenario or if by any luck you were able to make Jinyoung fall for the trap, he was going to take you down with him.

The easier way was to admit defeat and be straightforward about being the weaker kind.

“As much as I would like to respect your decision, are you trying to run away from me Jaebum-sshi?” Jinyoung asked with some sort of threat emitting from his words. His eyes were fixed on Jaebum as if he could read right the elder’s body; almost as if he knew about Jaebum’s little stunt a couple of weeks earlier.

“I have no need to run away from you. I don’t find the job suitable for me any longer.” the elder replied trying to be as uninhibited as possible.

“For example?”

“It consumes most of my time; making me unable to peruse hobbies or give time to spare for personal tasks. I am not the type to use my work assistant as personal secretary.”

“But you are allowed to take leave whenever you like.” Jinyoung replied raising an eyebrow. He stood up from his seat and began to walk towards the elder who had been standing in front of his desk. “Or is it that I am consuming most of your time, that you’re unable to spend time with your family?” he whispered amorously, placing one arm Jaebum’s his shoulder.

“If that is what you think then so be it. I have stated my reason.” the elder replied looking away from the younger to portray disinterest. Jinyoung grabbed Jaebum’s cheeks with the other hand and forced the elder to face him. He looked into Jaebum’s shaking pupils and the elder hadn’t realized that his breathing had become heavy.

“Very well then, you may resign next month. I will find another General Manager soon enough.” Jinyoung informed removing himself from the elder. “However, I have a condition.”

“What is it?”

“You have to resign from the little offer as well, unless...you were thinking that would continue.”

“Of course not.”

“You will be completely booked by me for entire forty-eight hours. I will decide the date and place. That’s the only condition I’ll accept your resignation without suing you.” Jinyoung stated lighting a cigarette from the packet which had been lying on his coffee desk.

Jaebum pondered on the condition for a few seconds whilst chewing on his lower lip. Forty-eight hours with Park Jinyoung could lead to many things. One of them definitely wasn’t death as that would only require ten seconds. Regardless, there was a high chance the forty-eight hours would leave him with some sort of scar, physical or emotional.

But that was the only escape for the safety of his family.

“Understood, I accept the condition.”

“Good, now leave my office. My eyes aren’t meant for looking at cowards.” Jinyoung snarled, burning his cigarette and turning his back to the elder.

 

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“So you’re going to resign huh?” Mark had asked.

“Yeah.” Jaebum had replied.

“Isn’t it weird how you two keep on meeting? It’s like you two are unconsciously chasing each other to put an end to something.” Mark had said, tapping the ashes of his cigarettes.

“Yeah.” Jaebum had replied once again.

To be honest, he couldn’t recall when their little feud had begun. Ever since the day Jaebum had been pushed down the stairs, it was the said beginning of their rivalry but never quite a hatred from Jaebum’s side. Jinyoung on the other hand was always content on winning. The entire feud to him was to prove Jaebum wrong and he had, throughout middle school.

And when they once again faced to face high school, Jaebum was wondering if the universe was trying to put them together to prove something. Think of it this way, Park Jinyoung, the elite son of one of the rising corporate companies in the world had no need to study in a public high school. But he was there, without missing attendance for a single way, keeping his eyes on Jaebum.

The reason why Jinyoung’s little intimate antics or kisses were never accepted with surprise was that technically, the first kiss nine months ago wasn’t really their first kiss.

Jaebum clearly remembered the face of his first love. She was witty, slightly taller than most girls, had raven black hair, she loved reading books and had an obsession with being one of the top three in class. She was the type who refused to step down from her position. Yet, she was always somewhat unpredictable with her answers and demands.

His crush on her wasn’t really a secret considering his heart eyes and the fact that he was almost stalking her everywhere in their school premises. Everyone knew, even Park Jinyoung.

So when he had approached her to technically steal her from Jaebum, he wasn’t surprised. Most certainly he was angry but at the same time, he couldn’t help but find the number of similarities the two had; their passion for being studious, the need to be at the top, the demand to be always correct and their exceptionally beautiful raven hair.

On a certain Friday morning, Jaebum had received a little note inside his desk.

“Meet me at the old gym room.

-Suji”

Her name was Suji, the woman Jaebum chased every day and the woman Jinyoung intended to steal. It was difficult to believe that the Suji would send him such a note. As a matter of fact, they had never spoken before. He couldn’t understand what she could be wishing to speak to Jaebum about but whatever it was, he knew he was going to be happy about it.

Even if it was to confront him about continuously staring at her during every class.

After school he had lied to his friends about needing to speak to a teacher about his test and that they should head back home before him. None of them believed the lie but they had decided to respect his privacy. When he had arrived at the gym room, it was entirely pitch black dark. He couldn’t even see the shape of his own body.

Soon a pair of slender fingers wrapped around his waist from the behind and their head laid on his shoulder. Back then Jaebum wasn’t a fully grown man and neither do boys grow as fast as girls. The person hugging him was exactly as tall as Suji and the scent wafting in the air around was familiar.

Being the dumb teenager he was, knowing nothing about the dangers of life, Jaebum searched for the face in the darkness.

“Suji-sshi?”

No response, at that point he should be afraid but the hands which had cupped his face were gentle. They calmed his heartbeat as the nicotine did.

Before he knew it, he was leaning towards the expected position of the face to place a chaste kiss. He wasn’t really expecting to be kissed back but he was, the plump lips had slightly parted so that they could lock their lips together. Before Jaebum could move his lips, he was suddenly pushed back, almost making him drop on the floor.

The next thing he knew, he was seeing the back of Park Jinyoung running out through the door. The following day was the first time Jaebum had witnessed him missing attendance. Two days after, Park Jinyoung had arrived in class pretending such a thing had never happened.

That was his first kiss ever, and his ever first kiss with Jinyoung.

Today was going to be his last day of perhaps seeing him ever again.

He had received an email from Sunhee two days prior, informing him about the location and time he had to meet Jinyoung. He was sent asked to wait at a certain location before Jinyoung’s car would be picking him up from the spot. He had informed his wife about his final meeting out of the country with the CEO and some clients he had been managing.

Of course, she had accepted and everything was fine.

Until the moment the universe decided to stop him from leaving Park Jinyoung once again.

“Jebum-ah!” his mother had shouted from the living room whilst he was getting dressed for a “flight”.

He ran to the living room to find that his wife was on her way to giving birth. The day he was about to end all matters with Park Jinyoung, was the day his daughter had decided to welcome herself into this world.

Jaebum instructed her mother to call an ambulance and immediately take her to the hospital. When she had asked why wasn’t tagging along, he had informed that he had to reschedule his meeting and flight, which had earned him the most bitter pair of eyes he had seen from his mother.

He returned back to his room and repeatedly called Sunhee until she had picked up her call.

“Let me talk to Jinyoung.” He demanded as soon as she had picked up the call.

“You will be seeing him soon. If you want to tell him anything I will pass it on to him.” she replied.

“Let me fucking speak to him you inconsiderate imbecile!” He shouted, which had earned him a couple seconds of silence before the phone was being passed to someone else.

“Did you decide to extend your contract?” Jinyoung asked with a sigh.

“No but please, I beg you, I will do anything, please reschedule the day.” he pleaded, almost bursting into sobs.

“Why is that?”

“My—my wife is giving birth. My daughter is going to see the light today and I need to be there. Please, Jinyoung, I beg you, I will do anything, just postpone this until another week. Please.”

Moments of silence later, he could hear a sigh from the CEO.

“Alright, I’ll reschedule.”

And with that, the call had been hung up on and for the first time ever, Jaebum truly feared the consequences he would be facing for upsetting Park Jinyong. 

Chapter 6: Quiz

Jimin was the name Mark and Jieun had agreed to for the name of Jaebum's new born daughter. The first time he had seen her tiny fingers, fragile body and baby skin, his limbs had been shaking. His heartbeat had increased massively and his blood pressure had increased to the point he could see stars. His mother held Jimin between her arms, who had been wrapped by a thin blanket. She hadn’t opened her eyes just yet and had only stopped crying a couple of seconds prior.

Her facial expression was now of an angel, bringing innocence and the light of hope into the room.

Apart from Mark, who was also having static like Jaebum, Youngjae had been excited to hold the baby and to be honest Jaebum trusted that man more than he trusted himself. Youngjae had taken care of his nephew and nieces ever since he was a teenager and he was quite the expert when it came to children and babies. 

Before holding the baby, Youngjae asked the father if he was sure about not being the first man to hold the child, to which Jaebum surrendered due to his fear of hurting the light of his life. Mark, on the other hand, had received a glare from his best friend when he had crossed the two-meter distance rule both Jaebum and Youngjae had imposed on him.

Not that that he didn’t trust his best friend; he just didn’t trust his best friend around his newly born daughter. He panicked at everything related to a child.

Jackson and Nagisa had arrived two hours later for their assistance and care. Before he knew, his in-law relatives and Jieun’s friends had arrived to congratulate and catch the glimpse of their daughter.

In the midst of everyone’s cooing, and his wife receiving suggestions from already mothers, a large package had arrived at the hospital with a little card signed, “Park Jinyoung”. Mark and Jackson shared a worried glance as Jaebum’s face turned ghostly.

The liveliness of the hospital room and the praising words of his wife about the CEO for sending baby care products from the most prestigious brands for Jimin had all become blurred out background noise when he came to the realization of the upcoming week.

 

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Before leaving, he finally held his daughter in his arms for the first time and kissed her forehead. He whispered how much he loved her into her ear and kissed his wife goodbye. He promised to return as soon as he could and he promised since then, he would make sure he was prioritizing his family before everything and anything.

When he had reached the airport, a man from the airport representatives had guided him to his flight to Bali in business class. The flight was six hours long without any transits. The air of the airplane was thick enough and the subtle noise of the airplane engine kept him anxious. He had been fidgeting his fingers and toes whilst vulgarly tapping his foot.

He had tried to read a book, the magazines which the airplane had offered and even use the business class seat to get a back and shoulder massage. However, every item in the airplane only made him further anxious about what was about to greet him.

Another man had picked him up from the designated airport without any words. He wasn’t Korean but neither was he Balinese. He was a white man who spoke very little Korean and fluent English. They kept their interaction at minimal due to the language barrier even though the man was greatly intrigued by Jaebum.

The car finally stopped in front of a large villa. It was larger than the one he had witnessed in Korea and had much more greenery surrounding it. The trees were full of life and the unidentified flowers had freshly bloomed. The scent of nature wafted in the air and before he could process the beauty of the location, his belongings were being taken inside by a local man. He followed him into the lot with hesitant steps.

Entering the villa, the front yard was entirely a garden consisting of various plants starting from herbs to flowers to unique bonsai pots. On the left of the villa was a gigantic pool shaped like an “L” which led to the backyard. The villa was mostly made of glass windows, letting in the fresh air and direct sunlight. The color scheme revolved around beige, light-grown and wood brown.

The main entrance was up a couple of stairs made of pure stone followed by a trail of a wooden railing.

Not only was the exterior mind-blowing, but the interior was also breathtaking with wooden furniture, unique paintings, and polished marble floor which clearly showed his reflection. On each corner and on numerous stands and tables there were fancy and unique candle holders. Some of the candles were lit whilst some had been freshly replaced.

Lim Jaebum had never been in such a hallucinatory state. It was impossible to fathom the fact that he was currently standing on land that could cover the cost of three generations of his family.

Sunhee had soon arrived from the second floor, still in her professional work attire. “Please follow me.” she had requested and without a second thought, Jaebum followed the woman whilst carrying his belongings which could be used as cleaning rags for the villa.

“Where is Jinyoung?” Jaebum asked whilst following her up the stairs.

“The CEO is currently occupied with a meeting. He will be here after sunset.” she replied, once again paying little to no attention to Jaebum.

When Jaebum was introduced to his room, he immediately knew it wasn’t meant for him. It was Jinyoung’s room with two large bathrooms on each side. There was a large bed centered on the left. The wall and the floors were both furnished with wood.

The large dressing table on the opposite of the bed was decorated with hand-crafted pieces as Jinyoung’s cosmetics lied on it. He could see the labels such as NARS, Chanel, Georgiou Armani, Dr.Jart and some other high-end names he couldn't recognize. They probably cost as much as his flight to Bali. 

Straight to the front from the door was the most mesmerizing aspect of the house. It was a large balcony with just enough space for two people to shuffle around as they ate snacks, read books and most importantly, enjoyed the view of the sea.

The room obviously had Jinyoung’s scent lingering in the air but he could sense the smell of fresh flowers. They were everywhere in fact. 

With a bow, Sunhee excused herself leaving Jaebum all by himself. Next to the bed was a little lounge area with a large television stuck to the wall and a loveseat along with a coffee table. The entire room was illuminated by the sunlight and he was sure the nights would be filled with the pouring silver light of the moon.

In all senses, it was paradise.

For a second, he had forgotten that his presence there meant that it was the end his interactions with Park Jinyoung.

 

 

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After a brisk shower, Jaebum had changed into the pair of silk pajamas that had been waiting for him on the bed. He was brushing his hair with the newfound comb on the dressing table whilst observing his reflection under the spotlights when the door had flung open. It had startled him to the point where he had given out a light shriek and dropped the comb from his hand.

He bent down and clutched his chest once he had recognized the face and cursed under his breath.

“I see you’re making yourself comfortable.” Jinyoung stated with a sarcastic chuckle following his sentence.

The elder stood up on his feet and cleared his throat as a deep flush rose to his cheeks. The younger wasn’t wrong. He was making himself comfortable in this paradise on Earth. Not to mention he had no clue what to do until Jinyoung had arrived. He was too anxious to explore the lot and neither was he sure if he was allowed to leave the room after Sunhee had guided him there.

Jaebum awkwardly stood in the middle of the room as Jinyoung entered the shower. He really, still had no clue what to do. Should he be sitting down on the sofa to wait for the younger? Should he sit on the bed? Should he sit on the floor? What did Jinyoung want from him in a foreign country?

Ever since Jaebum had proposed his resignation, they haven’t had any of their little “sessions” and to say Jaebum was expecting sex, it was affecting his demeanor around Jinyoung. The younger hadn’t been making any move ever since he had returned to the villa. As a matter of fact, Jinyoung had been completely ignoring him for a month unless it was related to work. He hadn’t spoken to the man or met him ever since the day Jimin had been born.

“Why are you still standing there?” Jinyoung asked, bitterness still pouring from his words as he wiped his hair with a towel.

“I don’t have anything to do.”

“So you were just standing there?”

Jaebum shrugged as a reply. Suddenly, the elder’s stomach had begun to growl and he had recalled the fact that he hadn’t eaten anything in the last ten hours. Jinyoung rolled his eyes and picked up the telephone which was on one of the nightstands next to the bed.

He spoke some words in a language he couldn’t understand and then turned towards Jaebum, “What do you want to eat?” he asked the elder.

“Anything is fine as long as it has rice along with it.”

Jinyoung hung-up on the phone after speaking a couple more words in a foreign language and began to dry to his hair. Jaebum finally took a seat on the sofa and closed his eyes to take a deep breath. His head was spinning and it was making more sense why so. He was hungry and overwhelmed.

Too much for a salaryman to handle in one day.

When Jaebum had opened his eyes, Jinyoung was standing in front of him with a glass of champagne. Jaebum nodded his head in gratitude before accepting the glass. Jinyoung took a seat next to him and slumped down the sofa with his shoulders finally relaxing.

“You’re the most stupid man I’ve come across in my whole life.” Jinyoung huffed under his breath rubbing his hands across his face.

“What’s new? You’ve repeated that for thirteen years straight.” Jaebum rolled his eyes.

Jinyoung didn’t reply to that. He simply continued to drink and once had emptied his glass; he took hold of the elder’s half-emptied glass and placed it on the coffee table. The second Jinyoung had placed the glass away; Jaebum knew it was a sign. The younger was going to finally make his move and it drove him insane. Jinyoung was finally going to touch him. Jaebum was finally going to be able to read his motives.

However, Jinyoung didn’t do so.

He simply opened the door and welcomed the man from the morning who had brought a trolley full of extravagant food. Jaebum had been so lost in his thoughts that he had forgotten about all existence except for Jinyoung’s, even his meal which was ordered less than twenty minutes ago. The man slowly opened the lids of the dishes and began to serve them on the little dining table for two in the balcony.

“What? You don’t want to eat anymore?” Jinyoung asked as the elder remained frozen in his seat.

Jaebum nodded in disagreement before moving to the balcony along with the younger. The food was extravagant, well decorated and he had absolutely no clue what they were but he was sure that he would be consuming all of them regardless. Jinyoung took a seat on the opposite and swatted the man away once he had served them red wine.

Jaebum stared at Jinyoung, waiting for a sign that it was okay for him to eat.

“I am neither your mother nor your wife, why are you waiting for my permission? Start eating whenever you want.” Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows as he reached for his glass of red wine.

The elder dug into the food, trying not to inhale them. Jinyoung, on the other hand, ate bare minimal, almost as little as a child. The glare had finally stopped and now his heated gaze was studying every move of Lim Jaebum. The elder could sense that he was being studied from the way he held the spoon to the way he picked out the favorite parts of the dishes. But the dishes tasted way too delicious for him to pay mind and play along. 

Once Jaebum had eaten to his content, he was finally greeted with the more tiresome limbs. They refused to move from the chair and he knew if he closed his eyes, he could definitely be falling asleep on the chair. Of course, he couldn’t bear to relax. Jinyoung surely wasn’t done yet. He wouldn’t bring a man to have a nice dinner with him. He had to want something from Jaebum or else none of this would make any sense.

“Come to bed when you’re ready.” Jinyoung informed as he took his leave from the balcony.

Jaebum tried to process the words he had heard. Had Jinyoung invited the elder into his bed? He was mentally prepared to sleep on the floor or on the little loveseat. It definitely wasn’t the first time they would be sharing the bed or sleeping in the same room but the circumstances have never really been this “casual” before, if one could say.

But then again, Jinyoung could have meant anything by "come to bed", he could also be prepared to finally let his gameplay. For all Jaebum knew, all that food could have been drugged. Fuck, he was going insane. 

The elder took a deep breath and entered the room to find Jinyoung already on the bed with only two of the lamps switched on, on both of the nightstands. Jinyoung had been running his eyes through a book with the thick-framed Ray-Ban spectacles hanging on the bridge of his nose. Jaebum was hit with the nostalgia for their high school days when he would find the elder just as much as immerged as now in books at the library all by himself, not noticing any pair of eyes on him.

Jaebum hesitantly lifted the blanket before diving under it and Jesus could strike him with thunder if he was wrong but the blanket was the most comforting one he had ever placed across his skin. It definitely had to be the most expensive blanket to exist.

The elder lightly yawned and closed his eyes to prepare himself for a good night sleep, even though he knew he would be awake wondering what exactly Jinyoung was planning. There was no way Jinyoung had just paid for his flight tickets and brought him to a luxurious villa for them to have dinner and bed together.

Jinyoung didn't even like Jaebum.

When the lamps had been switched off, he heard Jinyoung shift himself under their shared blanket. Jaebum could now feel the warmth of his body even in the king-sized bed. And Just when he thought Jinyoung had given up for the night, he was proven wrong.

The younger slithered close to the elder and tapped his shoulder so that Jaebum would face him. The second he had looked back, his face was pulled into a passionate and heated kiss, filling in all the tension from before. This was it, this was what felt right. His neck was aching from looking so he turned his body around and tried his best to keep his hands to himself. He clearly remembered that he wasn’t allowed to touch Jinyoung without permission.

Their bodies slowly began to collide and Jinyoung’s hand was rest on the crook of the elder’s neck whilst the other cupped his cheek. The room was too dark for Jaebum to be able to see anything but he still opened his eyes as their lips moved against each other. Once again there was something the elder couldn’t understand about the way Jinyoung’s throat gave out low moans and the way he pulled his hair as if Jaebum were to slip through his fingers and disappear.

To be honest, that was the case. He was finally going to be set free from Jinyoung and he would finally be able to forget the haunting touched of Jinyoung’s fingertips against his skin. He could stop dreaming of the way Jinyoung hide his face whenever he was deep inside of him and his lips could finally stop burning, wanting more of the younger’s plump lips.

Jaebum’s body and heart seemed to have deceived his brain. As much as Jaebum had convinced himself that he had been waiting for Jinyoung to make a move so that he could be able to set himself free, the truth was much in contrast from that. He wanted kiss Jinyoung as if he had missed him for years as if his life had been nothing but a boring schedule until he had arrived; providing him the thrill of intimacy and expectations.

The truth was that this whole time, he had been longing for Jinyoung to touch him, knowing this would be the end of something he didn’t really understand. He hoped that maybe this time; he would be able to touch Jinyoung so that he could finally stop longing for a man he hated instead of the woman he had married due to love.

 

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Jaebum had drifted off to a dreamless sleep, not quite remembering when he had and what had happened with Jinyoung apart from the kiss. It was embarrassing to think that he had fallen asleep during a session but then again, the biggest embarrassment was the shock he had gone through when he had realized he was currently at a paradise villa in Bali with Park Jinyoung.

He had expected to wake up in at his house next to his very tired wife. Now that he recalled, he had completely forgotten to contact his family and he hadn’t heard from his Jimin in more than twenty-four hours. Jaebum felt shame hovering over his shoulders as he realized how horrible of a father he was to have forgotten about his daughter because of his selfish desires towards the paradise was supposedly forced into.

He jumped off from the empty bed, not questioning where Jinyoung had gone off to. He immediately began to search through the room for his cell phone so that he could contact his wife and hear his daughter cry or groan in her sleep. However, it was nowhere to be found. Jaebum searched the bathroom, the laundry basket, his carry on bag, his luggage to even under the bed and on the balcony floor. His cell phone had disappeared.

Jaebum ran down the stairs just swiftly enough to make sure he didn’t trip. Jinyoung was already stated in the living room with a laptop on the coffee table along with a cup of tea and a sandwich for breakfast.

“Had a good night sleep Jaebum-shi?” Jinyoung asked drifting his eyes from the laptop screen and putting it to a close.

“I can’t find my cell phone.” Jaebum informed in a panicked tone, not minding the greeting. 

“What did it look like?”

“Usual android, black and big screen.”

“Ah, you mean this?” Jinyoung asked fishing out the elder’s cell phone from the pocket of his pajamas, pretending to be unaware that the cell phone belonged to the elder. “Well good thing you told me it was yours, I was just about to destroy it.”

“Give it back; I have to call my wife.” Jaebum demanded trying to snatch the phone from the younger’s hands but he had only moved away towards the back.

“I make the rules here Jaebum hyung, not you.” the younger informed, hanging the phone with his index finger and thumb. If Jinyoung decided to make it move slightly, there was a high chance it would fall and shatter against the floor causing permanent damage.

“What do you want?” the elder asked narrowing his eyes in anger.

“Well, I just wanted to inform you how much fun you had last night just inside the villa.” he stated inching forwards towards Jaebum, “Imagine being with me for the rest of your life. I could give you anything you dream of.” He cupped the elder’s cheek and caressed it with his thumb, letting his eyes lock with Jaebum's.

“I don’t care. Let me contact my family.”

Jinyoung clicked his tongue and darted his tongue out in disappointment, almost hissing at the elder as if Jaebum had given the wrong answer to a question hidden behind his words. “What if I don’t? Will you force me to let you contact them?

“I will.” Jaebum now became much more agitated than earlier.

Jinyoung wolf whistled at the warning and chuckled. “You say that as if you even remembered you had a family last night. If you ask me, you were having the time for your life.”

Here it was once again. A huge contrast in personality compared to the Park Jinyoung he had witnessed only yesterday. There were times where Jaebum found the presence of hesitance and fright in Jinyoung’s touches and there were times such as these, when Jinyoung’s eyes became a mirror, making it impossible to look at let alone read.

“What do you want me to do?” Jaebum sighed, knowing that Jinyoung was in fact in charge of the rules.

“The usual but with a little twist.”

Jaebum furrowed his eyebrows at the statement not quite understanding what exactly Jinyoung had in mind. The elder placed the phone in his pocket. He then continued to walk towards the kitchen until he had stopped in front of the cabinet to retrieve whatever he was looking for. Jaebum noticed that the younger had opened a little pocket and popped something in his mouth.

When Jinyoung had returned to Jaebum, the younger had grabbed Jaebum by the chair and jabbed his tongue in his mouth along with something he assumed was a little pill. Most likely a drug considering what Jaebum knew about Jinyoung's reputation in the black market. Then again, he wasn’t exactly in the position to question or expose his knowledge about the younger.

Jaebum pushed away from the younger after swallowing the pill, at the moment he wasn't even worried about the side effects he'd have to face from the drug. He looked at his surroundings and could notice the increased number of bodyguards compared to the day of his arrival.

“If you’re worried about my bodyguards, don’t worry. Their mouths are sealed along with their bank accounts upon any hint of betrayal.” Jinyoung informed, slowly backing away from the elder. Jaebum watched Jinyoung back himself to the nearest wall and stand with his arms cross, with a mischievous smile surfacing to his lips.

“What’s so funny?” He asked crossly.

It was after another two minutes of Jinyoung not replying when he had noticed a slight burning under his skin. His knees began to feel weak and his vision was somewhat difficult to control along with his breathing. It was almost like being haunted. There was something invisible crawling against his skin and he desperately attempted to find out exactly what.

Soon his body seemed to have stopped. His vision was back to normal, even though his breaths were still deep. The crawling seemed to have disappeared and right he was left with nothing but the desire for more. More of whatever he had been feeling twenty seconds prior. The sensation which had made him feel pleasure without realizing.

Jinyoung was nearing him at a slow pace. Jaebum swallowed his pride the second Jinyoung had been within the radius of his reach and pulled him close so that he could feel his skin and kiss him desperately. The feeling he had achieved from the drug, his senses were screaming that Jinyoung could provide it for him. He began to tug at the younger’s silk pajamas to take them off but his hands were simply slapped off. With a light push of Jinyoung’s index finger, Jaebum’s body had collapsed on the sofa.

“You know what would be even more fun?” Jinyoung asked crossing his arms. “Making you beg for it.”

With that Jaebum was ready to be abandoned but with every ounce of strength, and for some reason anger he had in his body he pushed himself off the couch and tumbled towards Jinyoung until he had pinned the other to the nearest kitchen wall. Jinyoung was pretty surprised by the elder's strength but nevertheless seemed satisfied. He buried his nose into the crook of the younger’s neck, inhaling the addictive scent of his shower cream. It almost brought him an urge to murder Jinyoung on the spot, so that no one else could ever feel him the way he was.

“What did you give me?” Jaebum asked, panting.

“What do you think?” Jinyoung asked as if he was bored in attempts to challenge Jaebum.

Jaebum instead of giving in, turned the younger around until his face was planted against the wall. “I don’t understand what exactly you have to gain from this.” the elder whispered as he began to grind against the younger’s ass, feeling as if he could come from that sensation alone. It was so disgusting, the way he was letting the friction of his grind make him feel. Jinyoung remained quiet only to observe what the elder would do next.

Jaebum with slight hints of hesitation, as he really couldn’t understand what exactly was occurring in his mind and what exactly his body wanted to obtain, he pulled off both of their trousers with sloppy and shaky fingers. He could no longer ignore his throbbing bulge which was beginning to cause him immense pain throughout his body. Even still, it would cause the younger a lot of pain if he inserted himself raw.

As if Jinyoung could read his mind, he snorted. “Too scared to fuck me dry? Are you afraid of hurting me now?”

In that second, Jaebum really wished that Jinyoung would be mute. He really wished so. Whenever he could be able to gather his sense and morals regardless of all the taunting and the horrible drug's effect, the younger only existed to push him off the edge and drive him nuts until he could no longer understand his state of mind. Without thinking much further, he shoved two of his fingers in the younger’s shut mouth with a good amount of force.

Jinyoung, even so, swirled his tongue around his fingers and gently suckled on them, lubricating them well. Jaebum took the fingers out and squired them inside the younger without any care whether or not if he was hurting him. He wanted to care. Even though he shouldn’t, he wanted to care as an act of moral. He would never want to force himself on another human, especially to cause them pain but it was the stupid drug. He couldn't think, he couldn't even feel due to all senses of his body working at once. He was out of control.

The drug particles gushing through his veins only chanted, “kill” inside his head. He wanted to do Jinyoung dead and then kill himself. He couldn’t understand this part of the reaction from the drug but then again, how much could one make sense out of a drug whilst being influenced by it?

When the younger had let out the loud groan indicating that Jaebum had found the spot, he took his fingers out and positioned his manhood outside the puckered hole. He inserted himself in one go which made Jinyoung claw the wall and scratch the fresh paint off the wall. His legs had almost given up and he had slowly bent down as Jaebum took a few steps backward. Once there was enough space between the wall and Jinyoung, Jaebum began to thrust himself in and out of the younger.

The younger was much tighter than usual and due to the lack of stretching and he was absolutely sure that he was currently hurting the younger. But he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling the ring of warmth around his dick and the feeling of their skin slapping against each other.

He could sense a few pairs of eyes often glancing at them and he knew he could soon regret this very moment but everything felt incredibly good. The drug had made him so sensitive that his vision was becoming blurry from the pain and he was beginning to become much more vocal than he usually was. The same couldn’t be said for Jinyoung though, as his eyes were squeezed shut and he was biting his lips to avoid cries from escaping his lips.

When he came inside the younger, he didn’t bother to notice if Jinyoung had too. As a matter of fact, he had no clue if Jinyoung was feeling any pleasure from this but he was surely knocked out of his sense after the drug seemed to have intensified after the sex.

Then next time he opened his eyes, it was to the sound of the ocean. There was barely any light in the room and he was staring at the wooden ceiling which was definitely handcrafted. The only light entering  the room was the simple spotlight in the balcony which shone over Jinyoung as he seemed to be something much different than a cigarette.

He removed the covers from his body and staggered to the bathroom to pee.

The after effect of the drug was much worse than the influence. His limbs were aching, he felt sore all over his body and he felt a big gaping hole in his chest. There was this endless void of nothingness taking residence in his chest. No matter how many times he washed his face, the feeling remained. The depth of the emptiness was impossible to ignore as it almost choked him every few seconds.

He had finally snapped and broken, and it was all Jinyoung’s fault.

He walked towards the balcony and opened the glass door. From the scent of it, Jinyoung was smoking cannabis. He didn’t look back at the elder when he had been awkwardly standing for almost more than thirty seconds. Giving up, he decided to take a seat next to Jinyoung for an unknown reason. He wanted to say something, anything, mutter an apology even. There was something about the silence that was only making the void larger in his chest.

Jinyoung finally removed his eyes from the ocean and the full moon. He looked at the elder, who noticed the blisters around his eyes most like due to crying, and offered him the joint he had been smoking. Jaebum politely nodded by nodding his head lightly for a “no” and curled his lips inwards into a thin line, mostly out of guilt.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes and shifted his vision back towards the moon.

“Jinyoung.” Jaebum called out along with the roars of the ocean.

“If you want an apology for this afternoon, I hope you’re ready to have a bullet inside your chest.” Jinyoung bitterly replied.

Jaebum wondered if the bullet would actually cross through the void or get lost inside it? He wondered if there was a possibility to feel dead any further. He wondered if this was how Jinyoung felt every second of his life and his current mission was to make sure Jaebum was feeling exactly the same. To make sure that neither of them could win the game they had started.

“I am sorry.” Jaebum said, before disappearing into the room and covering himself under the duvet with a heavy heart.

The reason behind his apology was unknown. All he could really recall from the static image of Jinyoung staring into the ocean was that for the first time, his eyes weren’t mere reflections but his own emotions. As if Jinyoung had been talking to the ocean, calling out to it and hoping that it’d perhaps take him away.

 

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The drive to the airport felt quick. Jinyoung was already missing from the villa when he had woken up to flight tickets on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Sunhee had been waiting for him in the living room along with a well-prepared breakfast. Jaebum had let out a deep sigh, which’s motive remained undetected. All he wished for at the moment was to return to his family.

Yet at the same time, all he wished for was to understand Park Jinyoung and who he was.

If he recalled his younger days with Jinyoung, matters felt much simpler. He had no reason to fear him during his college days but he never actually found himself taunting the younger or making the first move to make his life a misery. He only had to keep his eyes on the younger and make sure Jinyoung hadn’t gotten too close to discovering is secrets.

Of course, when Jinyoung couldn’t personally hurt him, he had other methods. But things only got much worse when Jaebum refused to give in. It only made him go further to obtain Jaebum’s eyes following him around, to occupy his mind with his thoughts and to make sure he was constantly reminded of how demonic one could be.

During the final exam of his first semester, Jaebum had forced himself to get rid of his math courses earlier. He liked to believe the sooner he dealt with his problems, the more he would have access to leisure time later on. Of course, math wasn’t really a part of his skills and he had to sacrifice every party and dinner invitation for three months to be able to obtain enough knowledge to pass the exams.

Just when he had finished his paper, a figure swiftly walked past him, knocking over the glass of water which didn’t belong to him. Sure it wasn’t a problem if it had spilled all over the floor or his clothes as he was going to return back to the dorm regardless; the problem was that Jinyoung had purposefully knocked over the cup so that the water would spill exactly on his answer sheet.

Being so young, Jaebum felt anger, agony, and hatred as he watched the ink of his words become a blur. Each second he spent looking at his paper soaking up the water, the more he wished he could drown the younger in a well. But since he didn’t have access to a well, he punched the younger straight across the jaw in front of the professor and the whole class, only to repeat his exam and gain suspension for a week.

However, his revenge wasn’t worth the pain, as he could clearly recall the satisfied smile which had curved on the younger’s lips once Jaebum had realized he had inevitably fallen into his escape-proof trap.

 

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When he had rung the bell of his house, it wasn’t responded to by anyone. He couldn't his family members cheering or talking through the door not could he hear Jimin, who he for some reason expected to be crying. It was as if time had stilled and all of his family had disappeared. He tried opening the door with the previous passcode and luckily his access had not been denied.

The house was quiet. Impossibly quiet for a home which should be consisting of his newborn daughter, his wife, his mother, and mother-in-law and even his friends. He was greeted with no shouts of joy neither cries nor hugs. It had almost become a ghostly environment.

What he was greeted with though was a handwritten note with the words, “You’re finally free of all complications.” written on it. 

Notes:

It's been SO LONG since I have updated. My writer's block for this fic has been horrible. I have the plot figured out even, but I can't seem to write it as I get closer and closer to the ending. I am so sorry. I doubt this is even any good.

Chapter 7: Who?

Jaebum barged into Jinyoung’s mega mansion with barely any consciousness. How exactly he had made it there he had no idea. His breath was shaky, his eyes were blurry from tears, his limbs felt like they were completely jelly but he knew he had to get an answer from Jinyoung even if it meant to hold him at gun point. Every awful thought known to human existence ran through his mind while he fidgeted in his uber on the way to his mansion. Where was his family? Why would Jinyoung do this to him? All he wanted to know was the safety of his wife and new daughter but the gut twisting in his body told him that he might not see them ever again.

He finally ran up the hill to the entrance of his actual mansion from the mega fence he had tipped over. He had lost one of his shoe in the process of running up. He had no clue his leg was bleeding from the electric fence shock. He had no clue at all about a whole team of Jinyoung’s bodyguards chasing him but never shooting him with their guns even though disposing him would be like disposing tea bags.

He started to scream his lungs out calling the young CEO’s name while banging his fists on the door. With in a minute he was surrounded by five bodyguards, each holding a gun against his head but he could’t care less. He shouted Jinyoung’s name over and over until the grand door opened revealing Jinyoung looking at him quizzically and a nine millimetre in his hand. The maids which were attending the door gasped in shocked and quickly ran to safety.

“What the fuck are you doing here? And everyone please leave.” Jinyoung said and before he could gesture Jaebum to come inside he had been punched hard on the face and his knee landed a hard blow against his stomach leaving him gasping for air. Jaebum immediately had been grabbed by one of the bodyguards’ before he could strike any more blows on Jinyoung.

“Enough!” Jinyoung shouted as he regained his breath. “Hold him down. I think he’s on his bloody fucking period.” He commanded standing up from the floor and dusting off his silk pyjamas like the punch meant nothing to him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? If you want a quick fuck you will need to get a schedule from now on.” He continued while Jaebum shouted how much he hated Jinyoung and wasn’t going to let him live.

“Where is my family? Tell me! Where is my family you pathetic bastard?” Jaebum shouted half crying in desperation. He knew his words barked like a dog begging for mercy.

“How would I know where they are? They’re your family not mine.” Jinyoung replied furrowing his eyebrows.

“Don’t lie! You know exactly where they are! You left a note like the fucking cunt you are.” Jaebum shouted while struggling to free himself from the bodyguards held him down with immerse strength. Jinyoung gestured the guard’s to let him go, “What note? Show me.” He asked putting his hand forward to the struggling man. Jaebum wanted to beat the CEO black and blue for acting nonchalant but he knew if he wanted to see his family again he’d best have to cooperate. He handed Jinyoung the note while glaring at him.

The young CEO took the note and analysed it with his utmost focus. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. “Bring me my phone.” He demanded from one of the guard’s while his eyes became dark with mixed feelings that seemed like hate and disgust. “As far as I know, they should be fine. Take a seat. I’ll handle it.” 

Saying that Jinyoung dialled a number instead of picking a name from his contacts. He tapped his foot against the wooden floor as Jaebum sat on the floor with his heart beating against his chest. It was getting more and more difficult for him to breathe. “Hello?” Said a voice from the other side of the phone. Jinyoung’s face became more expressionless, yet it became colder with visible anger. “Where are they?” The CEO asked.

With that, laughter filled the room echoing against the halls of Jinyoung’s mansion. Jinyoung remained calm and allowed the man on the other end laugh till he was content. “The house was already empty when we went there. The note is supposed to be for you but it seems like my men missed your boy toy.” He added as if he was joking about the most mundane topic he had ever heard.

“Do you think you’ll get my attention by murdering people?” The CEO asked coldly while Jaebum ran a shiver down his spine. “Murder?” The man asked as he laughed. “I just wanted to prank you. You know I don’t do that anymore. If I wanted to I’d have killed him a long time ago. I just wanted to play a joke. His family is at one of his friend’s house. They left a long time ago since your boy toy wasn’t home. Gave me the opportunity to get your attention. Shall we meet up honey?” He finished while clicking his tongue.

That’s all Jaebum remembered from that moment. His body and mind had finally caved in and he had fainted on spot upon finding out his family was fine. He would be seeing his wife’s big smile and his baby daughter’s face once again.

When he woke again, it felt like he had run a fifty kilometre marathon as a seventy year old man. His head was pounding and he had never felt thirst of that level until that moment in his life. The room was dark but had lights making it dim enough to see. It was still night outside but he could never tell from the black out shades covering the big windows. He rubbed his eyes and tried to adjust them to see in the dark.

“Fuck!” He hissed when he moved his arm. He had no clue he had an IV drip attached to his hand. As soon as he shifted back down he heard something move in the room. In from the darkness came a figure he knew too well. Park Jinyoung. The man behind everything that was wrong with him at the moment.

“Slept well? Must be first time enjoying hand woven silk sheets.” Jinyoung remarked. “Your family is fine.” He added before Jaebum could respond. “I sent them photos of you passed out. Your wife wanted to visit but I assured her you’re being taken care of by the finest in the world. By me.”

“Visit? How many hours has it been?”

“Forty eight hours hyung. You were knocked out cold. It was hard to explain to your wife what happened but she bought my lies that Bali gave you food poisoning.” Jinyoung chuckled while rolling his eyes. Jaebum knew Jinyoung had no idea what food poisoning felt like. Being fed on a gold platter with meals prepared by the finest chefs. He was very much concerned about how he had no clue he had been knocked out cold for two days but he had other matters to attend to at the moment.

“So what was that about?” As soon as he had asked that Jinyoung’s face fell into a frown. His lips were no longer smirking to taunt him but became a thin line of dissatisfaction.

“Do you really care? What matters is that your family is safe and it’ll never happen again.” He replied in an icy tone.

I do care. I want to know what and who has the great Park Jinyoung acting like a man who is easily defeated. Jaebum for some reason could not mouth the words he thought in his head. After all, with the amount of trouble he had gotten into just by being the GM of his company, it was best if he didn’t know the rest.

“How do I know this is it? How do I know I will never involved in your nonsense again?” He asked instead, trying to sound as cold as possible. He looked at Jinyoung who he had now sat by the chair next to his bed. He couldn’t understand why his hands were aching to reach out to the younger as he locked his eyes with Jaebum. His eyes that were once filled with passion and need too win were replaced with emptiness. The once nonchalant CEO now looked almost solemn.

“It won’t. The guy who did this to you got what he wanted. Once you’re better I’ll ask my chauffeur to drive you back home. One of my guard’s already did a bug and camera check for your house. Everything is all clear.” Jinyoung said as he ran his hand through Jaebum’s bed hair, almost trying to tame it into the way it’s styled when he is at work. His hands were cold and now that Jaebum had a better look at the younger, his dark circles seemed have grown larger. His bullshit attempt of hiding it with the finest concealer was no longer working.

“So I am guessing I am getting no further explanations?” Jaebum asked, realising how repetitive his words sounded; but he couldn’t shut his mouth even if he wanted to. A thousand thoughts were running through his dead. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to understand who was threatening Jinyoung. What was his significance to this? How would this affect the CEO in any way? After all, they were enemies.

 

“Stop asking the same questions. You piss me off. Just go home when you’re ready and never show up in front of me ever again.” Jinyoung said, his mood suddenly shifting to anger towards the elder. “There is a receipt in your wallet. Consider it an apology and a gift since it’s not an amount you have seen before.” He snarled but for some reason, Jaebum couldn’t feel the usual prickle under his skin and the anger in his gut was no where to be found.

With that, Jinyoung’s back had been turned as he wandered into the dark hallways of his cold mansion. Jaebum swore he could still feel the warmth of his hands between his hair like he had never left,

 

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Youngjae threw his new born, now forty days old, daughter into the air as her laughter filled the room. Every time he joked around a bit too much with the apple of his eye his heart stopped beating but he knew better not to interfere. The last time he had done so he had heard an earful from his mother and wife.

“She is so much like you!” Youngjae said to his wife, “She laughs and knows how to have fun unlike Mr. McDepresso over here.”

Jaebum rolled his eyes and decided to not get his feelings hurt by a man who was being protected by his wife, but nonetheless would be getting his ass beat later on. He sat down with a cup of coffee allowing his eyes to drift on the morning newspaper. Mark sat on the sofa alongside of him and let the sofa consume his body like it was Jell-O. He was exhausted from something he had been complaining about earlier, but Jaebum couldn’t focus. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t been able to focus on anything for a while now. Ever since that night a month ago he had his mind constantly drifting into the thoughts of where the CEO was. What he was doing and how he was handling the situation. Not that he knew what was going on, but he couldn’t help but be curious.

“What’s on your mind?”, mark asked while he took a sip of Jaebum’s coffee without asking him. “Rude. That’s my coffee.” Jaebum replied realising he could no longer drink the coffee he had worked so hard on making. With so much free time in hand he had learned to craft multiple skills. At the moment he wasn’t unemployed, but he wasn’t looking for a job either.

The bank wire that Jinyoung had sent him could easily last him five years, even if he spent the money as he wished buying nonsense or pursuing stupid hobbies. But he wasn’t that reckless instead he had to put half the money in a trust fund for his daughter to receive when she was eighteen while he took a break to spend time with his family and then move on to finding a new job.

“Nothing is on my mind.” he finally replied to Mark.

“Doesn’t seem like it. You are pretending to read the newspaper.”

“I am not pretending to read the newspaper. I am just a bit distracted by some thoughts.”

“And my questions to your was….” Mark replied in a sarcastic pause.

“Ok fine, since you wanna be such a nosy teenage girl about it I’m thinking about how I am never gonna be able to go back to work without missing my daughter.” Jay replied.

“Why does it feel like that’s not entirely the truth? But since you’re on the topic, why don’t you tell me why you quit? The last time we talked about it you said things were complicated.”

“It IS complicated and I don’t think any of the things I want to say are allowed in my NDA.” Jaebum lied because even though Jin had been playing a game of Russian roulette with him since they had been reunited, he had not been smart enough to ask Jay to sign an NDA. With the information he had gathered, he could easily sell the information to a rival company. Or perhaps it was his cold calculated step that he knew Jay‘s Eagle could never allow such thing to happen.

“Ok fine. Be secretive then. Wait till Jackson is back from China. He has so much to say you might just start spilling the beans to make him shut up.” Mark replied with an exhausted sigh, leaving Jaebun on the sofa along with his unfinished untouched coffee that he had ruined.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Everything was driving him crazy. Mark and his husband was driving him crazy. He needed to go out on a walk. And how his walk ended up lasting long enough for him to end up back to his previous office, he had not a clue about it. He paced around the building back-and-forth, wondering if curiosity could kill the cat. He tried to pinpoint what exactly he was trying to achieve other than to satisfy his needs to know everything.

That’s how he would always get in trouble in school. That’s how he had gotten in trouble multiple times with Jinyoung. He shook his head and tried not to dwell but to think rationally and just like that a lightbulb popped on the top of his head. He remembered that his ex-assistant may or may not be able to give him some answers.

He quickly took out his phone and walked to the nearest café to avoid being seen by the security as a crazy stalker. The last thing he wanted was to let Jinyoung know that he was still loitering around his property. Even worse, if he found out the elder was attempting to figure out what was going on in the company and in his life would achieve him a death sentence.

Fortunately, for him, his ex assistant was more than happy to catch up with him at the nearest café. He had ordered himself a nice serving of carbonara with three Americanos that were half finished. He did not want to look like a freeloader at the café, but at the same time he did not know what to do with all these drinks as he waited for her to clock out of work.

Luckily by the time his fourth drink had arrived so had his ex assistant. She waved at him from a distance with jolly expressions and took the chair on the opposite of the table. Jaebum offered to pay for her meal and told her to happily order whatever she wanted before they could start talking about the elephant in the room, the CEO.

As she waited for her personal sized pizza and fizzy lemonade they exchanged small talk. Jaebum went out of his mind explaining to her how his daughter was way too smart for her age. When he had finally finished off rambling and realised how embarrassing he sounded, he collected his thoughts and cleared his throat trying to hide the blush that was rising to his face.

“So how has it been in the office?” He asked as normally as he could, without trying to sound like he was trying to get information about Jinyoung.

“To be honest? A bit strange. You know, I have been told and I’ve witnessed that he’s a very punctual and disciplined being, but recently he has been coming to work hours later. He doesn’t chitchat with the employees anymore to give them motivation.” She expressed lowering her voice as if it was almost shameful to mention such details of him. “But worst of all? He seems really out of it. It almost seems like his mind is not there anymore. He’s only focused during important meetings and the rest of the time his eyes drift off into the distance.”

“Has there been any suspicious beings coming in and out of his office like last time?” Jaebum asked straightening his back trying to focus and think as clearly as he could.

“Well, not that you mention it, there is this awfully handsome man but much older than both of you that keeps showing up to pick him up from the lobby of the office building. I noticed it because I had worked overtime that day.” She replied scratching her head a little wondering the same question as Jaebum. Who could that man be? He already knew that it was the man he had heard over the phone, but he couldn’t understand what his connection to the young CEO was. Why was he so obedient to when it came to that mysterious man?

The idea of Jinyoung submitting or even admitting defeat was not nothing he was used to. Hell, he had no idea if that was even an option. Jinyoung had sabotaged everyone and everything in his way since the day they had met. He was someone who would gladly drown than to admit he didn’t know how to swim. Yes, that’s right, that had happened before.

It was summer of senior year in high school. Jinyoung for some reason avoided all gatherings made by the class students during the summer. Occasionally he’d show up at parties to make a grand entrance with expensive whiskey which teenagers clearly did not know how to enjoy and leave after making out with any girl Jaebum was eyeing. He was sure Jinyoung was making eye contact with him while doing so.

So when he had shown up at the public pool filled with horny teenage boys who were most likely peeing in the pool; Jaebum was more than shocked to see the boy’s golden tan skin and super expensive swimming trunks as he sat by the edge of the pool with his toes dipped in water.

“What bring the prince of snob to a commoner pool?” He asked as he had approached Jinyoung after swimming from the other side.

“Trying to know what the poor do to feel wealthy. I didn’t know you people like to share diseases in water. Is that an act of bonding?” He snarled at the other trying to mock him with every word.

“Why don’t you come in and find out?” And before Jinyoug could laugh at him for even suggesting that, he had pulled Jinyoung into the water and shoved his head into the pool as deep as he could without killing him. He allowed himself to enjoy every second of it as the other struggled to breathe and release himself from Jaebum’s hold as the elder pulled him towards the swallow end of the pool.

It took him all his mental strength to let go of the boy and watch him slowly come up to breathe. Except, he hadn’t, Jinyoung seemed to be slowly falling deeper and deeper into the swallow end of the pool. He looked at the scene in horror as there was no way anyone could down in a seven foot pool. Unless, of course, he had no idea how to swim, but that couldn’t be it, he knew how to do everything, perfectly too.

Before he knew it, the life guards was blowing his whistle and pushing everyone out of his way to pull out a now unconscious Jinyoung out of the pool. He watched the life guard give him CPR and soon enough he had started to cough out water from his lungs.

Jaebum started to feel a shiver go down his spine. He knew what was coming. His father was going to strike him, or even worse, he would be disowned for causing yet another incident involving Jinyoung. Before he could approach the boy he had gotten up from the floor and stormed out of the pool. But right before that he made sure to punch Jaebum in the face, landing him a black eye.

Jaebum hoped that would be it. He would lie to his father about fighting some other boy and Jinyoung would not get his dad fired from his job. That night he had waited, the whole summer he waited and waited for Jinyoung to strike when he least expected it with the worst possible revenge ploy. Yet it never came. Jinyoung simply avoided him for the rest of the summer and every time he tried to approach him to apologise the other would simply walk away with a cold shoulder.

So how could it be? How could someone this angry, this cold, someone so smart and brilliant allow himself to be used? He needed answers. He needed to get rid of the way his mind would drift away mid conversation with his wife. He wanted the feeling of Jinyoung’s warm hands all over his body completely gone. He wanted the image of Jinyoung looking at the ocean in Bali with what he is sure were tear glistened eyes out of his mind.

Notes:

Merry Christmas everyone! Surprise surprise! I am sorry for my bad writing as I have not written in almost 6 years but I hope this was a good surprise with the announcement of GOT7 comeback.

Chapter 8: Deception

To say Jaebum felt like a stalker was an understatement. For about ten days now he had been lying to his wife; which he had never done by the way, or at least never successfully. A couple of days ago when he had returned from his meeting with his ex assistant he decided he could no longer bare the consequences of not knowing. If it meant curiosity killed the cat, he was going to have to have the satisfaction to have meaning back to his life again. What else was an unemployed completely financially stable father of one supposed to do with his life?

Besides; he couldn’t let Jinyoung win. There was no way he could let the younger hand him the biggest sum of tax free money he had ever seen in his life. He was going to call it even if it meant to show some care and mercy for someone who he wished would drop dead.

He paced around in his “hobby” room in the dark, hoping his wife would not be awoken by his footsteps. He was going crazy. No social media, no news articles beyond paid sponsorship, no information about his family tree and worst of all no information about his friends anywhere. Of course it was possible that an arrogant bastard like him had no friends but there had to be another rich snob who liked to smooch his ass.

Speaking of ass, Jaebum blinked a few times as images of a panting Jinyoung against the glass wall of his office begging for more pleasure flashed before his eyes. It was disturbing but it kept happening. Often times he would kiss his wife and wonder if she was using the same lip balm as Jinyoung. He shook his head and continued to scavenge through the Internet in hopes of finding anything, any crumb, any detail but to his vain it was pointless.

That left him to choice. As much as he didn’t want to do it, he had to. It was time to go camping a few meters away from Jinyoung’s mega mansion and hope that none of the guard’s would ever noticed him. So he had lied to his wife about going on a solo trip after arranging a full time nanny for her and giving her false details of his whereabouts with uttermost guilt. He had no idea what he was going to say to the police if he was found squatting on private land or worse, be discovered by Jinyoung but a man had to do what a man had to do.

He had packed his essentials and rented out a car in order to avoid being recognised. He had a clear vision of what he wished to gain from this insanity but he had no clue how to execute such things, after all he was just some normal middle class man up until a year ago. Now he was an unemployed man with way too much time.

Jaebum looked at the watch his wife had bought him and looked at office building. Jinyoung’s office was exactly on the fifty second floor. He could see the blinds shut from the position where he had parked, which meant the younger was already in his office. He knew that because the only time Jinyoung ever opened his blinds was during sunset as he liked to get lost into the horizon.

He sipped on his americano which he hated very much but he had no choice but to look like a busy man to those who passed by his car giving him odd looks, or at least the looks he may be imagining from the stress of the current situation. He took his binoculars once he spotted no one was near by to witness his crimes and zoomed into the younger’s windows.

Minutes passed by, minuets became hours and just when his stomach started to growl craving his wife’s home made fried chicken he saw him. His skin was paler than ever, his always finely tucked shirt slightly sticking out of his pants, his hair well tamed but not in the way he usually had it done.

As his ex assistant had described previously, the younger stood at the entrance of his office on the other side of the sliding door never looking up from his phone. Jaebum’s veins pulled underneath his skin and his stomach twisted as he watched Jinyoung with almost emotionless expression. He wanted to call out his name. He wanted to punch him so he would snap out of it. He wanted to ruffle his hair so he could fix it into the way he had always done it.

But he couldn’t, he clenched his jaw as a matt black Bentley appeared in front of the entrance and the automatic doors opened for him to enter the car, but Jaebum had no clue who was inside the car. He was certain it was not the CEO’s car as he preferred to drive himself to work in much less lavish cars to look relatable to his employees. The windows were tinted over the legal limit as far as he knew and whoever else was inside was not fearful of the authorities.

With bravery in his heart and curiosity in his mind, he decided to as subtly as possible follow the car, often taking short cuts to show up at the same junction of red light. He had no idea if that made it much more obvious or suspicious but that’s the best he could muster at the moment. Once he had realised where he was driving, he knew exactly where the car was headed. If luck was on his side the young CEO was currently headed to the Hilton Hotel.

He decided to pray to all god’s he knew existed and rerouted himself with a better shortcut to the hotel. As he parked into the distance with the entrance in his sight the matte black Bentley had also pushed its break. He swallowed in anticipation of who was the mysterious man that was about to step foot out of the car.

To his disappointment a somewhat embarrassed Jinyoung with his face flushed red and his shirt tucked out came out instead. Some of the button of his previously well ironed Burberry shirt were undone. Jinyoung turned around before entering the hotel and flipped off whoever was inside the car while trying to tame his extremely messy hair.

No, that was not possible, there was no way the young CEO had engaged in public indecency no matter he was into voyeurism. Jinyoung would never allow his public image to be tarnished by silly games. Jaebum gripped his steering wheel as hard he could as his knuckles turned white. He watched the young CEO enter the hotel and with that, he knew it was his queue to get a room there for the night so he could sit in the lobby pretending to wait for someone.

He made sure to wear a face mask and wear the most stylish hat he could ever find in his closet. He walked to the front desk once he was sure the CEO was no longer around. The process of his first time ever booking a room in such a lavish establishment went rather smoothly compared to budgets hotels he had been to throughout his whole life.

“And what floor do you prefer sir?” The receptionist asked and for some reason Jaebum knew exactly which floor he needed to be in, “Fifty second please, if available.”

The receptionist gestured towards him with a smile to let him know that a room was indeed available. Soon enough he was in the elevator with the keycard in his hand and his ears popping with how fast the elevator was going up.

As soon as he had walked out of the elevator he saw an all too familiar figure walking across the hallway. He quickly hid behind one of the walls even though he was completely disguised. He knew this was his only chance to know which roomt he younger was staying. He quickly wore his very cheap sunglasses from 7-11 and started to look for his room, “528”.

He quietly walked behind the younger who also seemed to be looking for his room and soon enough he had found it, room “527”. Jaebum gulped as anxiety struck the highest it had until now. He has no clue which god he had prayed to had decided bestow him with such luck but such smooth execution as of now, things could only get worse.

Jaebum quickly shuffled into his room before Jinyoung could take note of his presence. As soon as he had entered the room he attached his ear to the wall which had the young CEO’s room on the other end. He tried to quiet his breathing as much as he could, breathing through his nose while counting backwards for some reason assuming that it could calm his beating heart against his chest.

Jaebum waited and waited once again, minutes turned into hours as the sun said goodbye and the skyscrapers surrounding the hotel filled his room with almost neon light. All he had heard since he had arrived was sound of the obnoxious television, occasional phone calls and to his surprise, short humming of a very old song he couldn’t recall the name of.

He was on his toes the entire time anticipating for the mysterious man to show up. As the clock stuck ten and Jinyoung ordered room service for dinner, he realised he may or may not have been a complete fool for standing against a wall for hours.

Yet when he was just about to give him, he heard a knock in the other’s room. “It’s me, open up.” Said a man in a weird accent, it almost sounded German to Jaebum but he had not met enough foreigners to know. Jinyoung opened the door and immediately remarked, “I thought it was common courtesy to inform someone before showing up”

The strange man laughed and Jaebum immediately knew as shivers went down his spine, it was the same horrifying laugh he had been hearing in his nightmare ever since that night. The man said no other words and Jinyoung closed the door behind them. Sweat beads had started to form on Jaebum’s forehead as silence filled the opposite room.

“Don’t you think it’s time to give up?” The strange man asked. He was sure this time that he was indeed of German decent.

“Shouldn’t you be giving up? He’s gone. I am all alone, I don’t have anyone, mom is almost dead and my brother doesn’t give a shit. I’ve been smuggling bloody fucking Coke for you underneath the noses of authorities for three years. What more do you want?” Jinyoung replied in frustration. “You have me where you want Jürgen, isn’t that enough?”

“No, and you know it’s not. You know what I want from you.” The man, who now Jaebum knew as Jurgen relied in a threatening manner.

“You want me to marry your sister for what? So you can continue to fuck me in front of her instead of your wife?” Jinyoung replied sarcastically and soon enough Jaebum heard a slap land on someone. A swelling in his gut informed him that Jinyoung was not the one who had raised his hand.

“You have ten more days to decide whether you want your brother and that boy toy of yours to live or die.” And with that, the door opened and the man exited the room banging the door behind him.

Jaebum stood still in the darkness of room as the blue and purple lights of the city lights touched his skin. Jinyoung let out a shriek as he knocked over all the glasses in his room. The rampage of the whole room continued for another minute until ever so light sobbing could be heard.

Before Jaebum knew it, he was knocking on the young CEO’s door. He waited as he heard rough shuffling of feet approaching the door. As soon as the door opened Jaebum was greeted with a knife coming towards him. He held back a scream as he dodged it barely on time by completely falling on the floor.

Jinyoung stared at him with horror written all over his face as he stood still with the knife fisted in the air. He quickly pulled the elder by the collar of his jacket which he had forgotten to take off and quickly locked the door behind them.

“What the fuck? How the fuck did you get here?” He asked the elder as his eyes still seemed wet from tears from a minutes ago. Jaebum found himself against the nearest wall as Jinyoung pressed the knife against his throat.

“I followed you. I’ve been following you since morning.” Jaebum replied as calmly as he could without provoking the younger further.

“And why the fuck did you do that!?” Jinyoung exclaimed pressing the knife harder against Jaebum’s throat.

In the silence of the night while the television played advertisements of more luxurious amenities available in the hotel, he stared at Jinyoung as he looked back at him with demanding eyes. The CEO’s arrogant anger which once agitated him now brought him nothing but sorrow. He noticed how the lights of the room were as dimmed as always, as if Jinyoung was trying to run away from his own reflections and shadows. Come to think of it, he had barely seen the man under light outside of work.

“I don’t know but I want to know.” He replied as those were the best way to describe how to felt without hurting the young man’s pride further.

“What I’m gonna let you know is that if you ever show up near me again I’ll fucking kill you myself.” Jinyoung replied as he dug the knife through Jaebum’s neck, allowing a slight cut to appear on the skin with blood gushed out.

“You don’t scare me Jinyoung. You never have. I know more than you think. I’ve seen the back rooms of the buildings while I was working for you.”

Jinyoung looked at him horrid once again as he backed away, the knife still fisted in his hand. He finally gave up allowing his body to almost fall on the floor as he sat on the shards on glass scattered around him. Jaebum pulled him straight and walked him to the bed.

“Why is it always you? What do you want from me!” The younger exclaimed as he choked back tears.

“I don’t want anything but to know what’s going on why you’re letting some man play you like a puppet.” Jaebum replied as he sat down next to Jinyoung, their shoulders and feet touching.

“You wouldn’t understand. You can’t understand.” He stated as he tried to sound as emotionless as he could but failing.

“But I want to.” Jaebum replied once again, except this time he had lost control of his body. Nothing in the world had warned him about the mistake he was about to make. He had turned the younger around to face him by cupping his face and before he knew it, he was kissing him. He grabbed onto Jinyoung’s hair as tightly as he could as the younger resisted. He continued to bring their bodies closer as Jinyoung finally opened his mouth to kiss him back.

As soon as Jinyoung let out a slight moan it was as if he had come to his senses and soon enough, he pushed the elder away and punched him on his stomach as hard as he could. Jaebum gasped for air and put up one of his arm as sign of defeat. He heard a click of something which he could only pray to god was not a gun.

When he had finally looked up to Jinyoung, the younger had his gun aimed at his head. “I thought I said I don’t like to be kissed when I’m being fucked.” Jinyoung spat out looking at Jaebum with icy eyes.

“I know. I didn’t know how else to get you to listen to me.” Jaebum admitted in defeat because in honesty he wanted to beat himself up for doing such a thing.

“Now this is what you’re gonna do, you’re going to check out of this hotel and fuck off or I am going to pull this trigger on you leaving your wife and child wondering what the fuck happened while your body rots in my basement walls.” Jinyoung said as he inched closer to Jaebum and placed his gun on his head. He pressed his finger firmly against the trigger and stared the elder down with emotionless eyes.

“I know you won’t pull trigger on me, you want me. If you wanted me dead, I’d already be dead. Now why don’t you stop acting like a bitch and use your mouth for something better than swearing?” Jaebum replied making sure there was no hesitation in his tone because the reality was, he could not read Jinyoung at the moment. One second he was crying and the next he was ready with a knife.

Jinyoung pulled his hand away and placed the gun on the nightstand. He walked towards the telephone and called room service to bring him some whiskey and glasses along with some bandaids for Jaebum’s now cut palm which he was yet not notice was staining the hotel carpet.

“Look— I am not interested in playing games with you tonight. The guy you saw earlier is a childhood friend. His dad was friends with my dad and we used to fuck when we were fifteen till I was twenty something. He means no actual harm, he just wants business. If I were you I wouldn’t worry too much about my family.” Jinyoung said as he pressed his thumb and index finger against his forehead and rubbed them tightly.

“Yeah sure but that doesn’t really answer my question. Why does he want you to marry his sister? What kind of a friend threatens to kill people in exchange of things?”

“To increase the supply of fucking coke, use your fucking brain! What do you think happens when two rich people get married? They make more money!” Jinyoung exclaimed trying not to shout but failing due to his rising agitation.

“So why don’t you want to marry her?” Jaebum asked quizzically even though he knew how insensitive such a question was, he knew it was none of his business but he couldn’t fathom Jinyoung not attempting to increase his net worth.

“Well, I don’t know genius, maybe because I don’t fucking want to smuggle coke and get involved with the mafia like my fucking father?”

Jaebum sighed and scratched his head trying to understand the situation. Yeah sure in TV dramas and books CEO were cold people with warm feelings inside their bodies but this was reality. Why would a rich man like him care about smuggling coke if someone so powerful was willing to do all the dirty work?

As he tried to make it make sense, the door bell of the room had rang and Jinyoung had asked the staff to leave the tray outside the door to avoid suspicion considering the state of the room. He poured two glasses whiskey and placed them both on the night stand next to the bed where Jaebum was sitting. He took Jaebum’s hand and before he could respond, he had picked up one of the glass and poured the whiskey all over his cut making the elder hiss under his breath and smack his hand away.

“What the fuck?” Jaebum exclaimed.

“I don’t want to look for any other disinfectant, this should work the same as rubbing alcohol. So now do you want your wound tied up or not?” Jaebum replied to Jinyoung with silence and arched his hand forward. Jinyoung soon tied a knot on his wound with the rounds of bandaids he had received. Jaebum just couldn’t figure it out. He couldn’t understand if he was currently being used and abused or was he being cared for.

“There, all done. Are you ready to leave now?” Jinyoung asked.

“No, I want to know about your brother. I had no idea you even had one.”

“Not everyone is so poor that they have to settle for one child.” Jinyoung scoffed before he took a sip of his whiskey and made a disgusted face at the quality of it. “He’s a few years younger. He left for Germany a long time ago and he doesn’t really know what’s going on. He doesn’t get involved. He lives in a tiny town as a potato farmer with his boyfriend.”

“Wait what? You’re both gay?!” Jaebum blurted out with a thought going through his thick skull.

“That’s what you took away from this?” Jinyoung asked in a judgemental tone eyeing the elder up and down.

“Sorry.” Jaebum felt like a child guilty of stealing candy from grandma’s jar.

“Anyway, he doesn’t want to get involved and I respect him for that. He doesn’t even accept paycheques I send him from his share of the business. I had to put all in a fixed deposit scheme. And my mom? Never cared for her, she going to die soon and honestly that’s good for her. At least one of us is going to be set free, fuckin’ bitch.”

“And your dad is dead right?”

“Murder-Suicide.” Jinyoung replied twirling his glass of whiskey.

“Ok, so what can we do now? How do we get you away from being forcefully married to some ugly?” Jaebum asked as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, not sure why he had to demean a girl who he had never met before. For all he knew she could be as beautiful as Bella Hadid.

“What?”

“What? Are you deaf? What can we do?”

“We? You?”

“Yeah, us, how we do get you out of this?” Jaebum asked as he sipped on the whiskey. It was probably one of the best he had ever allowed his lips to touch.

“Why do you want to get involved?”

“Well, he did say you have ten days or your boy-toy gets it. Unless you have another I am guessing he was referring to me.”

“Why are you doing this? Why do you want to get involved after trying to run away from me for so long?”

Jaebum didn’t know how to answer that. He stared back right into Jinyoung’s eyes as he tried to study him and his facial expressions. The lights were now turned on in the room and he looked much worse than he seemed from a distance. He probably hadn’t been eating or taking care of himself in any shape or form.

“You don’t look happy.”

“I never was. I have never felt that in my life. It’s for the poor.” Jinyoung scoffed. “Besides, what’s it to you? Are you in love with me now?” He let out a sarcastic chuckle as he plopped on the bouncy mattress of the hotel bed.

There was no way that was possible. He was married, he had almost lost a leg for his wife and daughter. Even if he could be the type to cheat, why on earth would be fall in love with someone who loathed the site of him?

“Maybe.” Jaebum said instead of the firm no he was convincing himself with.

Jinyoung immediately shot back up and sat down straight. “What?” He asked, and Jaebum swore there a very faint red blush rising up the younger’s face. “Have you gone mad from the cut on your hand?”

“Well, how else can I convince you to let me help you?”

“What can you do?” Jinyoung rolled his eyes.

“A lot. There is a reason behind why you kept me around, no? You don’t like burden.” Jaebum replied sternly, feeling the urge more than ever to touch the younger, tame his hair, rub the tear stain off of his face and kiss his lips again.

“Ok. You can’t back away from this and you have to follow everything as I say.” Jinyoung replied.

“I won’t back away. I do what you say and you put another trust and life insurance policy on me for my daughter to receive and fixed deposit for my wife to last her until she dies if anything happens to me. I am all yours.”

“Deal. You’re quite the negotiator Mr. Lim.” Jinyoung clicked his tongue and arched his hand forward to shake on it. Jaebum shook his hand back.

“So what do we do about the room? Can you also pay me for the room I booked next door?” Jaebum asked trying to joke around. Jinyoung rolled his eyes and called room service, asking for a check out for them as his assistant would soon show up to deal with the two rooms while they would be driven back to his mansion.

 

*******

She was pissed. She was more pissed than ever. The last time she had seen her that angry was when Jaebum had forgotten their fifth year anniversary while he was busy engulfing himself in a new book he had found. He was going to die, before Jinyoung or anyone could dispose of him, his wife would be doing it.

When Jaebum has successfully lied to his wife about traveling to Germany for two weeks because he had joined back JYP entertainment behind her back without consulting her but for a better cause of higher paycheque, she was not happy. She was happy about the money but definitely not happy about having to live with her mother and mother in law all by herself with a two month old child. Jaebum tried to assure her that Youngjae would be visiting everyday but she couldn’t care less.

When he had arrived back at Jinyoung’s mansion, he was already exhausted and none of the ordeal had even begun yet. He had decided to drive instead of taking Uber like any other smart person because he thought it would help clear his mind but instead he had gotten into five different arguments with three different people for not being able to drive properly.

“You look terrible.” Jinyoung laughed as he sipped his espresso from his Versace mug. He gestured Jaebum to have a seat and take a mug for himself but he’d rather die than have coffee without milk and sugar again after consuming so many americanos. Soon enough one of the maids of the house had more of the matching Versace tea set filled with creamer and milk along with his cup of coffee.

“So what are we doing in Germany?” He asked as he blissfully enjoyed the finest espresso without spending a dime on it. He could get used to this for the next two weeks.

“Talk to my brother first. He has agreed to meet us in a public place because he hates snobs in his house or whatever else he said.” Jinyoung rolled his eyes as he put his coffee mug down and readjusted his Cartier reading glasses to continue reading some reports before being missing from work for two weeks.

“Who did you hire to replace me?” Jaebum asked trying not to sound bitter as if he wasn’t the one to quit the job.

“Curious?” Jinyoung smirked. “He’s hotter than you to be honest. Might make him my next boy toy. He’s younger too, probably know how to fuck better.”

“I am asking in regards of actual work.” Jaebum replied, knowing that the feeling underneath his skin was neither envy nor jealousy.

“Well, he’s a known trusted friend I met years ago when I was getting my master’s degree.”

“You seem to have a lot of friends for someone who spends all their time being a miserable asshole.” Jaebum added, trying to hurt the other’s feelings for some unknown reason.

“Excuse you. I don’t know what’s gotten you moody but I don’t like to be stuck in air with whiny bitches.” Jinyoung said as he got up.

He walked away from Jaebum letting him know he was going to get dressed for the light. The elder had no clue what time was the flight or even which airlines they were taking from which airport. He continued to sip on his coffee and as Jinyoung’s chef brought him more delights like freshly made tiramisu, just out of the oven croissant and macaroons. He made sure to stuff as much as he could in his mouth.

He let out a large and loud burp as he tried to swallow and digest everything he had inhaled and to his embarrassment Jinyoung had just walked down the lavish spiral staircase with the most disgusted expression he had ever seen. “Ew. What’s wrong with you?” He asked swatting the air around him as if Jaebum was filthy.

“Not all of us eat like this everyday. So when is the flight?”

“Is there supposed to be a time?” The young CEO asked raising an eyebrow.

“How else are we supposed to know when the flight departs?” Jaebum replied with just as much as confusion in his tone.

Jinyoung paused for a second and started laughing as the chauffeur came in to carry all their bags to his favourite deep blue Maybach. “We’re taking my private jet. Why would I get on a commoner plane?” He entered the car and continued speaking to a very astounded man as he rolled down the window, “Now get in before I leave you here.”

Jaebum entered the car in silence and to say things felt awkward would be an understatement. He had never really spent time with Jinyoung unless it was related to work. The only other thing he knew was how to fuck him, or at least he thought he did. He tried his best not to glance at the younger who seemed to be on his MacBook responding to emails. He tried to occupy himself by aimlessly scrolling Instagram but he could smell him. For once there was no arguing, no fighting and no physical altercation of any kind.

The scent of the younger’s signature custom made cologne wafted in the air, his deep voice was often reciting certain words he was reading on his screen and Jaebum could feel Jinyoung watching him like a hawk as he tried to act as natural as he could. He needed to stop. He needed to stop fidgeting around another man like a teenage girl, it was so pathetic so he decided to text another pathetic person to direct himself.

Jaebum: Mark, distract me.

Mark: excuse me??????

Jaebum: Say something stupid like always so I can stop thinking.

Mark: do I look like your personal clown?

Jaebum: With the current red hair dye you might be.

Mark: ?????????

With that Jaebum let out a laugh that was too loud for Jinyoung to ignore.

“What are you laughing at?” Jinyoung asked as he inched closer to the elder to look at his phone and pry into his business like he was invited.

“I was texting a friend to relax because I don’t know what’s going on. You don’t respect me enough to let me know.” Jaebum replied quickly shutting his screen and putting his phone away.

“You’re right about that.” Jinyoung shrugged and went back to work.

As Jaebum watched the airport approach closer, he prayed to every god in existence that knew of to apologise for anything bad he had ever done and to see his daughter once again.

“If you wanna call anyone, do it now.” Jinyoung said as he walked closer to the side of the airport he never even knew existed. It was near the runway where there seemed to be multiple private jet garages next to each other, each fancier than the other. He followed Jinyoung into a silver jet plane with eight available seats, a mini bar, a private bedroom and of course ensuite bathroom along with a common bathroom.

“I am gonna be in the cockpit. Feel free to call your family. Once you’re done let me know. This is my very good friend Amy, she is going to be our co-pilot today.” Jinyoung introduced him to a young woman who was in her private pilot code conduct uniform. She shook hands with Jinyoung and entered the cockpit along with him.

Jaebum called his wife and let her know he was on the flight and video called his daughter who was currently spending time with his mother. Once he was done being the cringiest dad in the world he knocked on the cockpit door and turned the knob to let Jinyoung know that he was ready for flight.

To his horror, in the cockpit, where the pilot was supposed to sit, sat the young CEO, preparing for take off.

With his seat belts fully buckled and his mind chanting prayers, he swore that the two body guard’s following Jinyoung were having an absolute blast in their seats laughing their asses off. He had no pride left in his body, he was not afraid to admit that he had no confidence in Jinyoung’s flying skills. There was no way he also knew how to fly a plane. He could hear his mother comparing them from a distance.

Once the plane was successfully in the air, came out a very happy Jinyoung. He stretched his body allowing his torso be visible to make Jaebum jealous of his toned body.

“I thought I was going to die. You never told me you knew how to fly a plane.” Jaebum asked as he unbuckled his seat belts.

“Get comfortable with it. I am also landing the plane in exactly eighteen hours.”

Right. The flight was not going to be a two hour drive across the town to a private neighbourhood. It was going to be eighteen hours of civil interactions with Jinyoung which he had no clue how to initiate nor follow.

“Earth to hyung? Are you here? I asked if you want to discuss some things over.” Jinyoung asked waving his palm in front of Jaebum’s face.

“Sorry, I have never been this far away from my wife before.” He lied.

“Someone give him man the wifi password.” Jinyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes as he sat on the seat opposite to Jaebum so they were facing each other. The only flight attendant on the plane brought Jaebum the wifi password neatly written on a piece of paper.

It was too late to not embarrassingly connect to the wifi and be faced with Mark’s wrath. However instead when he had switched airplane mode off and connected the wifi, he found ten missed calls from Youngjae and three from Mark. That could not be good news. In a panic he immediately called back Mark forgetting that Jinyoung was right next to him to see him vulnerable.

“Mark? What’s going on?” Jaebum asked nervously.

“Do you have a moment to talk?” Mark asked in a concerning tone.

“Yes, is everything okay? Is everyone okay?” He looked up at Jinyoung as he asked such questions to Mark and found the young CEO staring at him with his eyebrows furrowed from concern.

“It’s about Jieun. Youngjae and I were at the mall and we…we saw something.” Mark sighed in frustration and devastation.

“What? What happened to her?”
“Nothing happened to her…we saw…we saw her with someone. They…they were hugging and kissing. I am so sorry.”

And just like that Jaebum’s world had fallen apart. He suddenly couldn’t breathe and his heart was being clenched by something inside his body. He feel nauseated and he knew he was going to throw up any second. He dropped his phone and quickly ran to the bathroom before threw up on Jinyoung.

He felt his sight go blurry as tears rolled his cheeks because he knew it. Something at the back of his mind had been giving his warning signs since before their child was born. She had been way too kind to him compared to her usual selfish behaviour of wanting things her way. She had been way too forgiving of all his mistakes since she had gotten pregnant. She had been too happy with him returning late from work or not even being home.

He knew. He always knew. He just didn’t want to know.

Jinyoung knocked on the door and open it, he kneeled next to the elder and tried to pat his back so he could stop hyperventilating. “Do you need anything?” Jinyoung asked, sounding almost kind and careful with his words.

“Fuck you!” Jaebum spat out. “Leave me alone!” He pushed the younger out and closed the door behind him. He started counting backwards from a hundred to calm his breath and regulate his emotions. He took a few deep breaths before washing his face with the icy water of the plane. With great shame and red blistered eyes he exited the bathroom.

Jinyoung was standing right outside the door to his surprise. His face kindest he had ever seen and it was pissing him off. It was making him angrier than he had ever been that he wasn’t mocking him. He hated that the only person who could make him feel like himself was treating him with pity. At the moment he felt like he was better off left dead.

“Anything I can do?” Jinyoung asked uncrossing his arms.

“No. Who told you what’s happening?” Jaebum asked taking the water from the flight attendant.

“Mark. I remember him still ironically. You phone was on the floor and I didn’t want them to worry about you so I said I’d handle it and you’d get back to him later.” Jinyoung replied, handing jaebum his now semi cracked phone. But nothing else could hurt him anymore, at least not at the moment.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed out loud, startling jinyoung and everyone else in the room. Jinyoung opened the door to private bedroom on the plane and gestured his head for the heart broken man to go inside.

“You can stay here until we land. I think you’d like some privacy. The ensuite has everything you need from robes to toiletries to snacks so if you want to shower and take nap, you can.” Saying so Jinyoung turned around and opened the door. Before he could exit, Jaebum grabbed his hand and pushed him on the bed, locking the door behind him.

One of his guard’s immediately knocked on the door, “Everything alright in there, sir?”

“Yes, just give us some privacy. Knock if there is an emergency.” Jinyoung replied keeping eye contact with Jaebum, unable to fathom what was happening or what to think of the way the elder’s gaze was piercing through his skin.

“Look, I don’t know how to feel right now. I have—I have never been through such a thing. Taking your anger out on me isn’t going to solve anything. They could have been seeing someone else for all they know.” Jinyoung tried to assist but his words were barely audible to Jaebum, all he could think of was that this was all his fault.

He knew none of this was his fault, but he was the only one he could blame, like he had always done. “I don’t expect you know what love feels like.”

Notes:

Everyone who can guess what obvious thing happens between them in the next chapter gets a shoutout in the chapter as a character hehe

happy new year folks <3

Chapter 9: Black Hole

Summary:

I am sorry for updating so late 😔😔 life has been really hard and it sucks

Jinyoung pushed Jaebum off his body and immediately proceeded to kick the air out of him. He looked as if Jaebum had actually hurt him with that sentence. He loved it, the loved the way Jinyoung had a slight panicked realisation in his eyes before forcing himself to pull it together to regain his composure. “Cool your head and then speak to me.” He hissed.

“Fuck you Jinyoung, I hope you die.” Jaebum replied coughing in between trying to regain the air in his lungs while lifting his middle finger.

“You know if you wanna feel better I have something way better than violence.” Jinyoung informed with a smirked forming on his lips as he leaned against the wall sideways. “Beating me up will only do so much.”

“What’s that? More money?” Jaebum coughed and hissed back.

Jinyoung disappeared in the search of something in his ensuite bathroom. Jaebum could hear the shuffling of toilet paper, the banging of the bathroom cabinets and then the proceeded to hear him aggressively go through his walk in closet. Jinyoung came back out with a huge smile and his palm fisted.

“Shall we indulge ourselves in some carefree recreation?” The CEO asked with a smirk. “I am sure I can still land the plane with it.”

“What?”

Jinyoung rolled his eyes and opened his fist, he hung a tiny plastic bag between his fingers and revealed to Jaebum four, almost transparent, red pills. Jaebum looked at him in confusion and asked, “You want me to do drugs when you’re trying to not become a coke supplier?”

“Hey hey hey, don’t put me in the same list as those people. My drugs are ethically sourced from college students who hand craft each pill and supply it on their own.” Jinyoung defended himself. “So you in or not?”

“Fuck it.” Jaebum exclaimed as he took the tiny bag and popped a pill in his mouth and waited for it to do whatever it would to his body. Just to make sure he didn’t suddenly get knocked out like last time he decided to lie down on the edge of the bed. “What did I take?”

Jinyoung took a pill and lied down next to the elder. “GHB” he replied and Jaebum swore, it sounded like a giggle almost.

“Isn’t that liquid ecstasy? What’s it gonna do to me?” Jaebum asked wondering if he should start regretting his decision of impulsively ruining his life.

“Make you super happy, relaxed and fun. You might even hallucinate.” Jinyoung replied with a fun smile rising on his lips.

“You look so creepy when you smile.” Jaebum replied, even though he knew a similar if not the exact same creepy smile was rising to this face.

“See if I care.” Jinyoung replied before getting lost into the grey ceiling of the plane. He arched his hands up and swayed them from side to side. Jaebum had no clue why but he had decided to do the same. He watched his fingers slowly blend into the same color and material as the ceiling. He felt like he was at someones dorm five shots into cheap vodka after pre-gaming with a few beer.

He felt elated. He felt like nothing in the world could hurt him. He began to hum careless whisper as he closed his eyes and tried to see if he could get up from bed without needing to see. Either his senses were heightened, or he just felt so. He could feel the air, the clouds outside and the sun light underneath his skin peaking through the plane window and even if his heart beats.

As soon as he got up he tried to balance himself as his body felt like putty. He looked at Jinyoung who was now standing at the edge of the bed and staring at Jaebum. Their eyes now locked into each others and for once Jinyoung looked peaceful. He looked like the sunlight was bringing back the light into his soul.

He felt like he was going to lose control.

He grabbed Jinyoung by the collar and shoved him against the nearest wall. He slipped his hand underneath his t-shirt and began to feel the warmth of his body against his fingers as he pressed kisses on his neck, biting the now pale skin in between.

“Fuck!” Jinyoung hissed as the now giggly elder bit harshly into Jinyoung’s skin and began to give him a hickey on that spot. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked, his breath shaking as Jaebum nibbled on his ear lobe and licking the sensitive cartilage.

“I don’t know. I feel horny and you look good.” Jaebum replied, and even though he had blurted it out, his consciousness still felt embarrassed for saying such a thing. A red blush rose to his cheeks and ears as he returned to place kisses on Jinyoung’s neck. He slipped his tongue in between his collarbones and licked the sweat off of his skin. He wondered to himself if Jinyoung had always tasted this sweet.

Jinyoung pushed the elder off and Jaebum allowed himself to fall on the bed. Before he could react, a very happy Jinyoung was now straddling him. There it went, his body was betraying him and his dick was being an absolute dick by getting so hard that he was sure it was going to rip his pants off.

“You sure you want to cheat on your wife?” Jinyoung asked mockingly even though he knew it would nothing but rile up Jaebum even more.

“When has it ever stopped you before?” Jaebum asked with a scoff trying not to desperate because the truth was that he needed Jinyoung to put his mouth or hand or anything around his dick as soon as possible before he combusted into a billion pieces of glass.

The CEO said something along the lines of “True that.” But at the moment Jaebum was not a reliable narrator. Thankfully his prayers were heard and Jinyoung began to strip his clothes off until he remained in nothing but his Versace underwear.

He unzipped the elder’s pants and began to drag his palm in circular motion on the tip of his now very very hard penis. Jaebum moaned and rolled his eyes back as he felt absolute ecstasy but he had no clue if it was the drug or the CEO. Jinyoung began to nip at the elder’s torso and gently peck kisses as he pumped the elder’s shaft in his hand.

He gently rolled down from the elder’s body never stopping the pumping motion. Once he was kneeling on the floor in front of Jaebum he pulled the elder’s jean shorts off until they were flying in the air only to land back next to him. Jinyoung took his tongue out and before Jabeum could react, he began to stars travelling at the speed of light.

He saw himself floating in space as all the planets of the milky way orbited around him. Jinyoung’s tongue was now swirling around his hard shaft in circulation motions and often licking the tip in a teasing manner. There was no way he was going to finish off without feeling how hot Jinyoung’s insides were.

He quickly held onto the younger’s hair to stop him from moving his head further. He tried to sit up but his body was still quite literally melting. He ended up falling on top of Jinyoung on the vibrating floor of the plane. He had no idea how he knew where the lube and condom would be or if Jinyoung had interested him where they were but it was all becoming a blurry image.

Floating in space was starting to get to him. He tore open the lube packet with his shorts and threw it in the air. For a brief second he watched it disappear into the planet Mars but he had no interest in investigating it at the moment. He started slow by inserting one finger inside Jinyoung. To be honest he had never been this gentle with the younger so he had no clue what to do.

When he had felt like he had loosened up the younger quite well he tried to search for the forbidden spot. Jinyoung started to huff in-between his moans and tiled his head from side to side. He searched for the loud cry of pleasure as he explored his insides and once he had heard it, he knew exactly what to do.

Like an animal in the night he tried to put on the condom with the sound of the airplane now sounding like the howling of the planets. All the stars and planets started to revolve around him at immense speed.

The moment he had inserted himself into Jinyoung the young CEO pulled the elder down. He looked into Jaebum’s eyes with pure lust, longing and desire. He mouthed something or perhaps he said actually said something out loud but Jaebum had no clue.

As much as he wished to know what he said, the sound of his mind was way louder as it repeated the words, “mine” over and over again. He began to thrust himself deep and quick inside the younger until he swore he felt them falling in space. He wanted to kiss the man beneath him but he knew even then it was bad news. The gravitational pull had returned and he found himself hitting jinyoung’s g-spot while falling through space.

He felt ecstatic, the best version of himself as he came inside the younger.

The next thing he recalled was waking up from a dream of falling high from the sky and landing right on the bed of the ensuite with his ears ringing like it had never done before.

Ice was cold, known fact. The weather was cold as ice, another fact. Jinyoung giving Jaebum a cold shoulder like he had never existed, also a fact. He was used to it at this point, there was absolutely nothing hurtful about the fact that he had had sex with the younger under the influence after being traumatised with the fact that his wife may have been cheating with him. Which hurt more if you asked him, factually it should be about his wife but once again like a teenage girl he was chasing Jinyoung’s approval like it mattered.

“Hurry up, the cold is killing me I need to get to the hotel before they close the kitchen.” Jinyoung shivered while hugging himself as he walked. Fog escaped from his mouth in the twilight of the evening. The yellow lights illuminated his skin beautifully. He caught a glimpse of the hickey he may or may not have given the younger earlier.

Perhaps it was the drugs or he was going insane this time for real but he wanted to cry. He wanted to bawl out in tears that Jinyoung was icing him out after holding him close when his world was collapsing. He couldn’t understand what he wanted from the younger or even from the situation he was in at the moment.

He knew he meant nothing to Jinyoung, his voice distance wasn’t even equivalent to the rug in the CEO’s room.

He had no interest in confronting his wife. He couldn’t fathom the idea of wondering if his daughter was even his blood and flesh. He choked back as tears started to swell in his eyes. He looked at Jinyoung once again hoping the younger hadn’t noticed but as expected, the younger had far left him behind with his body guards to pass through immigration.

He looked outside the window of the car, the bright city lights felt dim as the silence in the car grew heavier. Comfort is not something he could ever seek from the younger. It would be foolish to assume Jinyoung ever cared. He was only here because he cared for Jinyoung.

Snow seemed to have piled up on the pavements as everyone rushed back home to hide from the dark frost of the evening. He wondered if his life would ever go back to normal.

Somehow he had woken up in his hotel room all alone with his belongings neatly placed on the floor. He barely remembered how he had reached the hotel with the ringing in his ears feeling like electric wires under his skin. He quenched his thirst with some warm water and called Jinyoung to find out the younger had already gotten ready for breakfast.

With a groan and a heavy heart Jaebum indulged himself into the action of self care with a hot shower and fresh clothes. As he walked towards the cafe that was attached to the lobby of the hotel he sighted the younger sitting with his legs crossed and news paper on his lap.

“Top of the morning to you.” Jaebum greeted hoping the odd choice of words would get Jinyoung to acknowledge his existence again. He needed to feel any sense of normality as soon as he could. Instead the younger gave a slight nod as he continued to read through the news articles.

He ordered himself a heavy breakfast with generous numbers of German wurst. A heart attack wasn’t something he was afraid of. As for Jinyoung as much as wanted to ice him out could not help but furrow his eyebrows at the sight of the elder chowing down on greasy potatoes and sausages like a starving hyena.

“Coffee?” Jinyoung finally spoke as he gestured at the waitress to take his order of coffee.

“Raspberry Vanilla Latte.”

“What are you? A lesbian? Never mind scratch that, a butch would never order that.” Jinyoung scoffed. Jaebum only wished he could explain to the younger what a the sight of an Americano would do to him.

“Thanks.” Jaebum smiled in gratitude as the younger ordered coffee for him along with his own. To his misfortune the younger had reverted back to radio silence.

He could strike a conversation about what their plan was but he knew if there was anything he needed to be made aware of, Jinyoung would have already given him a detailed document for the schedule of the day. He would not have the liberty of waking up on his own to enjoy coming down for coffee and breakfast.

After what felt like an eternity, with a huge empty plate in front of him and a happily finished delicious latte Jinyoung finally folded the news paper. “Nothing much to do today. My bodyguards went to scout a safe location for us to meet my brother and his boyfriend. You can do whatever as long as you don’t get lost.”

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know where I am.” Jaebum replied, hoping it would anger the younger enough to give him some answers. Jinyoung hated inefficient people.

“Here, use this.” Jinyoung placed a brand new iPhone on the table which for some reason was in the shade of pink. “It has all the information you need. I put a local network sim in here so you can have unlimited internet, not that you were gonna pay for yours. Do whatever, fuck a German prostitute or go to a museum.” Jinyoung got up before Jaebum could reply, “Oh yeah, and stay out of trouble.” He added.

“What about you?” The elder asked and he immediately loathed himself for how needy his tone sounded.

“What’s it to you?” He furrowed his eye brows in disdain almost and walked out of the hotel with his bodyguard who had been camouflaged until now along with the rest of the hotel staff.

Disappointed yet again at his own pathetic attempt of trying to grasp some sort of conclusion at what was going through the younger’s mind; Jaebum decided to go on a walk and maybe find a park. Perhaps he would find a bench at the said park and brawl his eyes out because his wife never loved him, he missed his daughter; he could not comprehend what he felt for Jinyoung and maybe, just maybe he was just homesick.

Jaebum strolled around the city of Berlin, trying to run away from the street interviewers who were hunting for tourists. He did not have time for garbage internet content. He was lucky enough to find a park with a bench but instead of crying himself a river he decided to give Mark a phone call.

“Hello? Are you okay? Where are you?” Mark ask with great concern.

“I am okay—just a little startled by it all. Not gonna lie I did some drugs on the plane and passed out.”

A very brief silence followed their conversation and Jaebum didn’t know who hold accountable for such a vomit inducing conversation.

“Look, I know you needed to know but I am sorry. We should not have told you that when you were about to fly across the country.” Mark finally spoke.

“It’s alright; I mean, yeah. It is what it is right?” Jaebum tried to joke but there was no hiding with the way his voice cracked and eyes swelled from tears. He was a mess.

“When will you be back? Is Jinyoung taking care of you?”

“Mark, I think I’m in love with Jinyoung.” He blurted out and heard an audible gasp from this best friend.

“What—?”

“I think I love him and I hate myself for that because not only did my wife never love me neither does that fucking bastard who has made it clear for years he hates me.”

“Oh I am so sorry..” Upon hearing Mark’s solemn voice Jaebum began to sob uncontrollably trying to not catch public attention.“I’ll talk to you later. Don’t forgot to send me photos of my daughter if you want to see me alive.”

He hung up the call before the other could give a response. There was no point in walking around the city. There was nothing for him to see. There was no one who could understand the way he felt as he sat in an unknown country feeling the loneliest he had ever been. The fear; the melancholy and the pain of it all was crushing him into bits.

Upon returning to the hotel Jaebum realised Jinyoung’s bodyguard was chowing down on a bowl of french onion soup. Jinyoung never travelled without his bodyguard and it only mean one thing, the younger had also returned to the hotel.

Without noticing anything, he found himself automatically knocking at the door of the CEO’s private suite uninvited.

“What?” Jinyoung asked as he opened the door and rolled his eyes.

“Can I come in?” He asked feeling nervous all of a sudden.

“What do you need?” Jinyoung asked as he plopped on the ginormous sofa of his presidential suite. A bottle of sparkling water, a plate of watermelon and a whole bunch of sour patch sat on the coffee table. “What? You need more drugs?” He rolled his eyes yet again.

“No. Just-just wanted to say thank you for earlier. I wanted to apologise for blaming you for what was happening with my wife.” He spoke softly; almost fearful of the response he would get from Jinyoung.

“Yeah whatever. You can go if you’re done.” Jinyoung swatted his hand in the air as if Jaebum was a fly and that was the final straw.

He could hear an audible snap in his head before he grabbed Jinyoung by the collar and bent him against the coffee table almost knocking over everything, or even worse shattering the glass and injuring the other.

“What the fuck?!” Jinyoung shouted out loud trying to free himself from the elder’s grip.

“Fuck you, slut.” He spat out before he kicked Jinyoung to the floor and ran out of his hotel suite. He could hear Jinyoung cursing him all sorts of possibilities but he quickly returned to his hotel room and stood underneath a icy shower as his whole body felt like it was on fire from rage.

Why he had called the younger a slut he had no clue, if anything up until now it was Jaebum who was a highly paid prostitute for Jinyoung. Why he was angry was even more nonsensical and the best answer he could find to it all was his lack of sleep along with left over drugs in his system.

Before he knew it he was being woken up by violent banging on his door. He had passed out sobbing himself a pool of self hatred. Jinyoung’s bodyguard allowed himself inside as it took him too long to drag himself out of bed due to dehydration.

“Lobby, twenty mins, I am to escort you. Time starts now.” Said the buff man as he set a timer on his digital watch.

Jaebum dragged himself out of the bed and chugged as much as water he could. He took a glimpse as himself as he took a brisk shower; he looked at pathetic as ever but now with blisters all around his eyes, cracked lips and tear strained cheek.

Very quickly he was escorted out of the hotel by the bodyguard. In the lobby waited Jinyoung with perhaps the most casual clothes he had ever seen the younger. An oversized tshirt with casual ripped jeans. No neatly tucked in sweater or finely starched trousers.

“I called you like a hundred times. Why didn’t you respond?” Jinyoung asked as soon as he had entered his ear shot.

“I am sorry.” Jaebum said meekly with his voice cracking in between. He felt like he would burst out into tears again.

“Are you okay?” The younger asked, finally with some concern rather than disdain.

“I—I am okay.” Jaebum lied, “I think drugs aren’t just for me.”

Jinyoung nodded in approval but his eyes were unsure if he believed the words out of the elder’s mouth. The younger quickly informed that they were on their way to the village where his younger brother resided with his boyfriend. They had found an American style diner and bar which was pretty run down and unnoticed by those other than locals. There they would be discussing forward to get rid of the drug connections and mafia once and for all.

“Are you sure you’re okay? If you need some time off you can sit the meeting out and sleep in the car.” Jinyoung said once again sounding more concerned than before.

Jaebum’s skin was pale. He tried to drink more water in the car along with the granola bars hoping they would hydrate and recharge him but the blisters around his eyes remained unchanged. The tear stained cheeks looked much worse after the expensive moisturizer he had bought and the constant twitching in his eye just wouldn’t stop.

“Then why bother coming at all if I can’t do anything?”

“Look—I am sorry. I was perhaps a bit insensitive to your situation.”

“You think?” Jaebum scoffed interrupting Jinyoung mid sentence.

“You can’t expect me to care about your shitty marriage,” Jinyoung spat back immediately, “But I do take responsibility for the drugs I gave you. So if you need some time out, I’d be ok to fill you in later.”

“You don’t care. You don’t have to pretend to care.” The elder replied as quick as he could. He rather swallow glass at the moment than be vulnerable with the bastard.

“Have it your way. Don’t get in my way.”

As they approached a cafe that already had one of Jinyoung’s bodyguard waiting for them outside the door, Jaebum began to feel cold sweat forming on his forehead. He was tremendously nervous about something he had initiated. He had not expected things to go the way they were going and honestly nothing felt better than dying.

Upon entering he noticed the emptiness of the cafe. It was almost pin drop silent if it wasn’t for the music. No coffees were being made, most of the tables were already occupied by people who seemed to be Jinyoung’s bodyguard and on top of that the employees watched them with observant eyes.

At a table of four sat two young boys. One with bright red hair, his thin body was being hugged by a oversized sweater paired with awful skinny ripped jeans that sent him straight to tumblr. The second man looked awfully similar to Jinyoung in terms of looking absolutely stunning but he was much taller, much leaner and had dark brown hair. He sat with a face much more displeased compared to the other while aggressively shaking his foot.

“Yugyeom; Bambam.” Jinyoung spoke out at he looked at the two.

“Jinyoung.” Yugyeom replied as he got up and gave his older brother a firm hand shake. He darted his eyes towards Jaebum and immediately paused as if he’d seen god’s nipples. “No way, is that Jaebum from your school?” He exclaimed in disbelief.

Jinyoung took a seat while rolling his eyes and Jaebum followed. “Yeah, and this genius is here to help us.”

“Huh…what a world. Hard to believe you’d help him after all the horrible things he’s done to you back in the days.” Yugyeom expressed in a sarcastic tone trying to jab thorns in his brother’s skin.

“Back then? Wait till you find you what did he to me in the last two years.” Jaebum replied in an icy tone. As much as he was confused and shocked how the other knew about Jaebum, now was perhaps not the time.

“Guys; please. Let’s not do this.” Bambam interrupted as he gestured the two with his hands to stop.

“He’s right, we’re here to talk about Jurgen.”

“Yeah who would have thought fucking the mafia boss to cope with a teenage crush was a bad idea?” Yugyeom scoffed.

“What the fuck is your problem? Unlike you I had the balls to take over the company. You ran away to start a farm with money that came from this bloody family!” Jinyoung exclaimed in anger as he banged the table with his palm.

“You are dad’s number one bitch is what you are. You are haunted by a man who is dead because he never loved you.”

And before Jaebum could blink, the two had started a fist fight neither backing down from hurting the other with hard blows. Bambam sighed as he was completely unfazed by the outcome. He rubbed his temple before he got in between the two trying to separate them. Jaebum grabbed Jinyoung from between his arms as he tried to bust Yugyeom’s lips as the younger had done to him.

“Guys please. You’re both adults now. We have bigger issues in hand. If you two want to kill each other it’s fine by me but I have a cattle farm to take care of.” Bambam said as he forced Yugyeom to sit down

The two brothers sat down and caught their breath. In all honesty Jaebum was shocked at how Bambam has been handling the situation without a care in the world or surprise. He wondered how often they had fought for someone to not be at all caught off guard by two grown men trying to kill each other in a matter of seconds.

“So Jurgen; what does he want?” Yugyeom asked as he took a big sip of his water.

“Hi my name is BellaBan2000, anything you guys want to order? Our special of the day is really good.” Said a waitress as she poured Yugyeom and Jinyoung more water into their glasses.

Everyone ordered the special coffee of the day and Jaebum for some reason really couldn’t keep his eyes off of the strudel that had been on display. He ended up ordering two because it was not like he had to keep a figure for anyone who cared.

“He wants me to marry his sister.” Jinyoung replied.

“Ew.” Bambam and Yugyeom said in unison.

“Isn’t that kinda incest because you fucked Jurgen so much?” Yugyeom said in disgust.

“Enough!” Bambam warned while his lover muttered a very quiet apology.

“He wants to increase his coke supply into the country by creating a joint venture to eventually buy out competitor companies under that wing. More shipments of goods means more space in the port.”

“But can’t he do that anyway without you having to marry his ugly sister? I mean what’s stopping him from buying over the stocks?” Bambam asked.

“Terms and conditions, we’re still a private company. He can’t buy more than 30% of our share even if I let him. The JYPEEC company has to stay under control of those of the bloodline of the founding family.” Jinyoung replied with a deep sigh.

“So I’m guessing he also wants an heir from his sister then? If not upon your death Yugyeom would be in charge.” Jaebum added.

“Bingo.”

“So what can we do?” Yugyeom asked. “We’re both gay unfortunately. We can’t transfer stocks or get trust to secure bonds and asset. Even if we adopt that would take years to approve.”

Jinyoung tapped his finger on the table as if we was contemplating. “Kill him.” He said in a monotone after a brief moment of silence. Everyone at the table knew it was not a thought he had come up with at the moment.

“What?!” The three of them exclaimed at once.

“If you geniuses have a better idea, feel free to pitch.”

“And how do you plan to do that? His empire would be after you! What about the authorities?”

Jinyoung let out a laugh at that comment from Jaebum. “What authorities? You think they would go out of their way to find who killed the coke supplier? If anything I’m sure they’d be glad.”

“Look, I have someone back at home who has been trying to bust them for a while now. Once Jurgen is dead they can finally attack his bases and loyal dogs without any fear so they’ll be more than happy to brush everything underneath the rug for us.” He added.

“He has a strong point. The only reason Jurgen came this far is because they’ve been using JYPEEC to hide their dirty secrets. If it wasn’t for Jinyoung he’d be long caught.” Bambam agreed.

“You can’t be serious? You want me to kill someone?” Yugyeom asked in disbelief.

“That or I leave you and I take the cattle with me.” Bambam shrugged. Jinyoung smiled big at that and looked at Jaebum to ask for his approval.

“Not like we have a choice. What’s the plan?” Jaebum sighed.

“We’ll discuss that later. I need one of my men to keep an eye on him for a while and make sure he’s not onto us. After that we decide where to call him and how to get him to come alone to meet both of us.” Jinyoung informed as he waved his hands at the waitress to bring him another cup of coffee.

“What about mom? Does she know anything? Is she safe?” Yugyeom asked, with almost guilt showing up on his face.

“You know she doesn’t. She’s been at the nursing home in Switzerland for three years now. She doesn’t even remember us. Jurgen knows she is of no use to him.”

Jaebum blinked his eyes a few times as he tried to process all the information he had received from this meeting. In the past hour he had learnt more about Jinyoung than he ever had in years of knowing him. He could not fathom what kind of a childhood the younger must have had.

“Well, if that’s all, you two should come to dinner tomorrow. We’re going to be butchering the ducks since they’re old enough.” Bambam informed.

“Yeah I’d love to eat some fresh foie gras if your husband doesn’t try to kill me for entering his house.” Jinyoung replied.

“I don’t care. Besides, I’d like to know why Jaebum came all the way here to help you after all you’ve done to fuck him up.” Yugyeom said as he looked at Jaebum trying to read the elder.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes and bid his goodbye to the two. Mostly to Bambam as he gave the other another firm handshake before leaving while ignoring Yugyeom like he had never been there. Jaebum shook hands with both of them and quickly ran behind the younger to get in the car.

Chapter 10

Notes:

WARNING: VERY LONG SLOW BURN AHEAD

One bottle. Two bottles. Three bottles. One white and two red and a clear window that had the city view. The ceiling to floor window never felt wider and larger as his intoxicated body hit the glass. He giggled to himself thinking how stupid he must have sounded, reminiscing that he had once told Mark only an idiot would lean against glass windows while drunk. Why would anyone sane risk falling down from a floor with a double digit number? A stupid fucking idiot is who.

In his blurry vision the windows of the nearby skyscrapers seemed so small, as tiny as the fireflies he used to trap inside the glass when he was a kid. Perhaps it was blurry because he was drunk or perhaps it was his sight because he was in tears. His heart ached, his veins pulsed with sadness while his chest felt heavy. Tears rolled down his cheeks like someone had left him hanging nailed on a cross, except he was no saviour. He was dying slowly, painfully from the inside because of his own sins.

Three packs of cigarettes in an hour wasn’t enough to make him feel numb from such melancholy. The light blue walls of the hotel bounced off the dim yellow lights of the skyscrapers illuminating the room even so slightly; enough for his eyes to adjust in the darkness, and in the mirror he could see he looked pathetic.

Tears rolling down his face, his face sunken and some weight he had lost in the last few days. He was a pathetic bastard looking at the screen of his phone over and over again, hoping something would change if he looked hard enough. His daughter looked nothing him as she grew older. The weight of the truth that he might not be his own crushed him like a boulder fallen from the sky but he loved her. He wanted her to watch her grow old and shout at him for forgetting about his prescription even though his hearing would be nothing like it is now.

He didn't care if she was a result of an infidelity. He didn't want to care. He wanted to be a father, not like his, a much stronger, mature and happier version he wish had raised him instead. He’d only touch his daughter with gentle hands and never strike her, never shout or even punish her. He wanted to be everything he could for her.

But he couldn’t. He was aching from the inside. He was a pathetic loser who ran away to another country for yet another being who wanted nothing but to break him from the inside.

He kneeled in front of the toilet seat in the dark as he aimed head to vomit into the toilet bowl. Almost two days of nothing but crackers and wine spewed out of his mouth. He only could wish he would do the same with the pain in his chest. Flush it down the toiler once it was out once and for all.

Silence filled the room even though the television was replaying the same news from the afternoon in a language he couldn’t understand. He picked up his phone and dialled the last person he has spoken to.

“Can you come to my room?” He choked half way and spewed more undigested crackers into the toilet. Had he not embarrassed himself enough? He thought to himself trying to recall how he had ended up dialling the number in the first place.

“What the—? I am on my way.” replied the younger in what Jaebum hoped was worry and concern but who was he kidding.

Shit, fuck, no. Jinyoung was going to see him. He was going to see him miserable, tired, drunk, vomiting, crying and absolutely outperforming in the biggest shit show he could take part in. He was going to record it even maybe on his phone. He would use it to blackmail him in the future so he would never leave his company. He hiccuped between his thoughts, almost letting laugh as his thoughts sounded like he wanted Jinyoung to do those things to him.

Except, he most likely wouldn’t. Jinyoung now was kind, as much as arrogant bastard could be. He was gentle when he spoke. He had never really forced Jaebum to have sexual intercourse, truth be told. He hated it. He hated the way Jinyoung’s eyes would fall upon him with pity. He would crumble under the pitiful gaze feeling exposed and vulnerable in ways he couldn’t explain. He hated every second of it.

 

Not only had he gone and done embarrassed himself, he had fallen in love, he had yearned, he had stalked, he had flown across the country just to be with him. Just to see his face when he laughed at his stupidity, just to hear the snarky remarks he wished he had come up with first and just to feel this never ending ache which made him vomit over, and over, and over, and over again.

As he threw up again the knocks on his door got louder and clearer. He had no clue how long they had been going on for. Sobering up was never easier, only if your body projectile vomited it all out in a matter for five minuets is what Mark had told him once but it sure was not helping at the moment.

“What the heck hyung? Are you alright?” Jinyoung asked as he pushed past a very weak Jaebum while he could barely hold the door open.

“Yes, I don’t know. Who is this?” Jaebum asked and then giggled to himself cause why would he ask that. He knew who he was. He was Park Jinyoung. The love of his life. Everything he wanted. Everything he wish he had. Everything that made him feel emotions impossible to describe in any language known to man kind.

“Bro—are you—-are you alright, hyung?” Jinyoung asked as he draped his arm around Jaebum’s waist. The elder has been leaning against the bathroom door to support his standing stance as his knees felt like jelly. He guided him to the bed and assisted a very wobbly Jaebum to lay down.

“Yeah. I think. I don’t know. I am sorry.” Jaebum replied trying to breathe in a manner that wouldn’t make him projectile on the younger. He wished he was buried six feet under, alive, to avoid the humiliation he was feeling from his behaviour.

“You’re clearly not okay, I mean you made me say “bro”, do you know how shocking a sight has to be for that?” He sighed as he rubbed his temples. The younger looked around the room and found more bottles than he could count at first glimpse of his surrounding. “How much have you been drinking?”

“How much?”

“I am asking you.” Jinyoung sighed again, this time louder, as he inspected the nearest bottle of wine. It was twenty percent alcohol, one of those was enough to put Jinyoung to rest for a good night sleep, two was enough to keep him tipsy and three was too much for him to be sober. He couldn’t imagine why in the world the elder would drink eight of those in the matter of last forty eight hours since he’d last seen him. The fact that he hadn’t died from alcohol poisoning was a miracle.

“I don’t think, I was thirsty, I drank it. Tasty.” Jaebum replied instead, he was sure he had muttered the words, “I didn’t drink too much, I should be fine, I just need to sleep.” But he had no clue how it ended up being a mix and match of words that made no sense to even him.

“Should have just drank a bottle of Jagermeister. I mean why drink wine in Germany. At least wait till we go to Italy to celebrate.” Jinyoung replied with a chuckle that almost sounded, demure and amused.

“I like that. I like it when you do that.”

“Do what? Criticise your choice in alcohol?” He replied arching an eyebrow with a smirk. There it was again, the same gentle chuckle as if he was bantering with a lover he had to kill underneath the moonlight. A lover he held tight as he reminisced about their childhood memories while his soft features reflected the years they had been together. A lover he yearned to touch only to be stabbed in the heart.

“No, when you smile like you like me.”

“What?” Jaebum swore a rosy blush rose to Jinyoung’s face, his ears twitched a tad bit as the coolers spread through it but currently he was not a reliable narrator of what was happening to him.

“Who can deny?
       In dreams
it touches
       the body,
in thought
       constructs
a miracle,
       in imagination
anguishes
       till born
in human—”

“How do you know that?” Jinyoung asked in astonishment as his large doe like eyes almost burnt a hole in Jaebum’s skull. Suddenly he could speak, not words from his thought but the words he had read over and over again in the last few days. He understood.

“English literature. You read. I listen. Allen Ginsberg.”

“Why do you remember that? It was a bloody long time ago. Got called “gay faggot” a lot for it.” He chuckled.

“You liked it. I looked into it. I didn’t like it. Thought you were pretentious.”

Jinyoung laughed as he inched closer to Jaebum on the bed. The elder was now lying on his back, head straight, eyes staring at the ceiling which now obviously spinning. “Whats funny?” Jaebum asked in annoyance trying to focus on making the ceiling still.

“I don’t know. Just find it funny you remembered that. Didn’t think you’d be the type to enjoy poetry. But you were quite a nerd for someone who looked like they hadn’t opened a book.”

“I read,” he gagged to hold back his puke, “many books.”

“I know, seen you reading at the office during lunch hours. Kind of used you as a book recommendation blog for a while. Didn’t like quite a few of them that you read. Quite pretentious if you ask me.” Jinyoung replied, trying to make an attempt of accumulating all the scattered empty wine bottles and glasses in one spot to avoid any unnecessary accidents.

“What got you drinking so much? Your wife I presume?” Jinyoung asked mundanely but still curious enough.

“Yeah that. Never liked her anyway.” Jaebum groaned holding back the urge to puke at the thought of her existence. There was far too much he had brushed underneath the rug and he had no intention of cleaning it.

Jinyoung laughed, bursting out in giggles, “Are you sure? You seemed quite upset cheating on her.”

“Nothing to do with her. Do with me. My morals.”

“Huh, what do you know. I guess I was doing you a favour. You should get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow for Yugyueom’s dinner. Good night.”

“I hate you.” Jaebum whispered loud enough for Jinyoung to hear. He could only hope the younger hadn’t heard the sobs that escaped his lips following those words. Nothing in this world hurt more than loving Jinyoung.

When he had woken up, he was greeted with a rather neat and tidy room. He had no idea how all the bottles were now neatly placed on the side of the rubbish bin. The wine glasses were placed on the coffee table. No more tissues on the floor soaked in tears and vomit. The toilet was clean and the only traces of last night’s disaster was the throbbing headache that wouldn’t leave him even if he ripped his head off. His recollections of the previous night consisted of imagery of the toilet seat, the blurry city view and a dream that Jinyoung had wished him goodnight.

He jolted awake at the thought of that and sprung up straight like someone had pulled the strings connected to his spine. “Fuck.” He hissed under his breath as he checked his call log. He had indeed called Jinyoung and the CEO must have arranged and cleaned his room. He was beyond embarrassed as he recalled nothing. He wanted to pass away, literally.

He hurriedly took a shower so he could stuff his face with whatever was available at this five star establishment’s breakfast buffet. It’s not like he needed to watch his figure. He won’t be alive by the end of the week if he continued to be this pathetic. He put on the most comfortable pair of shorts and t-shirt he could find and hoped his headache would leave him at the door.

As if the world wasn’t cruel enough, Jinyoung’s body guard happened to be in the same elevator as him going to the breakfast hall.

“Good morning.” Jaebum said, his voice almost cracking. Nothing embarrassing had happened between the two yet but he could feel the judgement coming from the other’s body language.

“Good morning, sir. You alright now?” He asked. Jaebum wanted to bury himself in a hole and die, forever.

“Yes, sorry if I caused you any trouble.” He apologised shyly trying to ignore the rosy blush rising onto to Apple of his cheeks.

“Nah, I heard from boss you were all over the place throwing up. He told me to cancel anymore alcohol delivery to your room form the reception. I personally would cry too if I was cheated on.”

“Awfully chatty of him.” Jaebum remarked, being concerned about his dirty laundry being aired out by Jinyoung to someone who probably had no respect for him to begin with.

“With me, yeah, you probably didn’t notice but I’m always there, actually, I’m the only one who is always there. I’ve been working for him since I was a teenager. My name is Joe.” He replied as they both exited the elevator and headed towards the buffet.

Looking back, he had always been present. From the first day he had stepped into Jinyoung’s office for his interview, to his kidnapping in Bali to his miserable flight all the way to Germany. Jinyoung always made eye contact with him while speaking no matter who else was ready to serve him in the room.

“So you were his butler?” Jaebum asked confused and perhaps even a disgusting hint of jealousy from the fact that the younger had a chatty side and he would perhaps never witness it in this lifetime.

Joe laughed and nodded in agreement. “Something like that. His dad picked me from a brothel he inherited from Jinyoung’s grandfather. My mom wanted me to have a better life so she told me to work hard and so I did. Not much a child can do than be a play mate.”

“You happen to know a lot about Jinyoung I am guessing.”

“Yeah, I know everything. I know a lot about you. I went to the neighbouring public community college. I was the one who used to pick him up and drop him off everyday in the limo. I always saw you lurking you know.” The bodyguard smirked as he picked up a plate for Jaebum and himself at the buffet. “He’s not here by the way. He’s having breakfast in the room and told me to eat here. He’s taking some work calls and such.”

“What do you mean lurk? He used to follow me to antagonise me.” Jaebum asked in confusion as he contemplated between breakfast pizza or beef roast with potatoes. He decided on both to avoid creating a long queue.

“Yeah but, I don’t remember you stopping him much. You used to follow him to the library often if I recall, I was right outside the window.”

“I did. I forgot that completely.” He replied more astonished than embarrassed at his behaviour. He cursed under his breath before he chowed on his croissant. It was years ago when he felt like he needed to watch Jinyoung, not so different from who he was now but the circumstances were a lot more childish.

“What was his life at home like?”

“If it was me I’d have shoved a gun in my mouth long ago.”

“It’s that bad in that house?”Jaebum asked, recalling the images of Jinyoung who would stay late in the office whilst being the CEO to make sure everything was executed perfectly, a Jinyoung who was often seen with bags under his eyes after long holidays such as Christmas. The younger was never not working.

“Not just the house,” they both sat down at the quietest most secluded table they could find and continued, “it’s a lot of pressure, being that successful so young. He had to be perfect at everything you know. His father wasn’t…well, he wasn’t physically abusive but he wasn’t really..quite right in the mind either.”

“I don’t know anything about him actually. All he did was do his best to keep me tortured and agitated.” Jaebum rolled his eyes as he stuffed his face with scrambled eggs next. He could not believe that he could taste the sweetness of the yolk as he was used to over salted, dry and oily eggs his whole life. He cursed the ultra rich as he continued.

“I mean yeah—you can’t expect him to open up to some kid he had a childish crush on. You wouldn’t know how he feels.” Joe paused half way through and widened his eyes in shock upon the realisation of what he said said. He looked at Jaebum who had gotten still as a mannequin mid sip of his orange juice. “Shit, please don’t tell him I said that. He’ll kill me and then himself.”

“What do you mean crush?” Jaebum asked putting his fork down. He was sweating like a teenager again. This felt like high school math test all over again. He was scared, nervous, and confused. Last night’s wine was once again at his throat from the thought of Jinyoung having feelings for him. What the fuck did he even fucking want?

“Well—he didn’t really tell me that. I just guessed he liked you the most out of everyone in school. He had a boyfriend you know. Before Jurgen fell in love with him he was with this other rich kid who wanted to buy him the moon but he would rather bully you so just figured he had the hots for you. I mean at least that’s how we do it in our Italian household.” He shrugged as it was a matter of simplicity.

“You scared me there. That’s just your assumption.” Jaebum rolled his eyes as he finally relaxed and continued to chow his beef roast now that the was not about to vomit all over Joe. “So why is Jurgen so obsessed with him?”

“I guess it’s love? They’re similar in age, had almost the same life growing up. It’s what the youngsters like to call trauma bonding. But Jinyoung doesn’t do that. He likes to move on and move forward. Dwelling isn’t his thing. Jurgen though, quite fond of nostalgia. He was sent to rehab twice because he couldn’t get off of drugs. He finds it hard to accept reality that doesn’t bend to his will.”

“Why doesn’t he just find someone else though? He’s already married to a woman. I’m sure he can find plenty others like Jinyoung to fulfil his needs.” Jaebum raised an eyebrow while crossing his arms and leaning back against the chair.

“It’s complicated. Jinyoung isn’t like everyone. He doesn’t pretend to be nice. He knows there is no such thing as a perfect organisation and he knows how to make use of flaws. Plus uh—,” a red flush rose to Joe’s face as he scratched his head in embarrassment, “they had crazy sex back in the days. He’s everything that came out of a fantasy for Jurgen.”

Suddenly Jaebum had the urge to spew breakfast all over the table and piss off every single employee and guest in the restaurant. Last night’s wine finally decided it wanted to leave Jaebum’s body for good this time but he held it in and swallowed the thick heavy feeling stuck at the back of his throat running down to his chest.

“So he’s never been into girls? What about an heir for the family company?”

“Oh yeah, another thing Jurgen probably wants is an heir from Jinyoung probably.”

“He’s a man…right?” Jaebum asked quizzically. He didn’t know anything more. He was always confused and now scared.

“Of course!” Joe exclaimed in annoyance, “you’re quite old fashioned. They can get a surrogate and egg donor with both of their DNA. Science has evolved a lot, but it’s beyond imaginable for the rich. Plus his sister, remember?”

“Oh. Okay. Makes sense. What about his mom?”

“Poor woman lost her battle against dementia a while back and had to go to a private hospice. She was kind to Jinyoung, just never present, had a drinking problem.” Joe finished his meal with a large bowl of ice cream on the side of his double shot of espresso.

“Thanks for sharing it with me. I won’t tell Jinyoung I know.”

“He would kick my ass to hell for talking to you but hey; welcome to the familia. Any friend of Jinyoung is a friend of mine.”

“I don’t know if I’m his friend. Or what I am. At first it was a toy, then a sex toy, then his most hated and now someone he tolerates but won’t care to open up to.”

Joe laughed out loud and nodded in agreement. “Sorry, I forget how tough you have it.” He patted Jaebum on the back while laughing and prepared for his departure. “Duty calls, see you later, sir. Good luck.”

He really wished he had shots of vodka in his coffee right now.

By the time he saw Joe again in Jinyoung’s room, the younger CEO had just finished his virtual meeting. He was dressed in a casual t-shirt which probably costed a night in the hotel along with a pair of shorts. He changed his spectacles to something more business compared to his casual looking ones.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Jinyoung asked frowning his eyebrows.

Jaebum swore he heard Joe snicker. “Nothing.” He replied.

“You must have quite the hangover from last night. You need to see a doctor or something?” Jinyoung asked closing the last file on his lap before passing it to his assistant who had flown in a day prior. He thanked the assistant and she quickly excused herself from the room with a bow to both.

“I am good. When do we see your brother?”

“Tonight. He said not to come before eight’o’clock so whatever. I’d rather not see him early. Anyway Joe could you go outside and give us a moment?” Jinyoung asked, immediately the bodyguard nodded. In an instant he was out of the room.

“You sure you’re alright? You were quite the mess last night. The day before too. Well you’ve been a mess your whole life but it’s been tough on you since you found out your wife has been unfaithful. You sure you just don’t want to go back?”

A vein had popped in Jaebum’s forehead. There it was again. This never ending battle between anger and sadness whenever it came to the younger. Jinyoung’s pitiful eyes and kind voice was once again choking his neck like he was on death row. “It doesn’t matter. A promise is a promise and I want to see this through.”

Jinyoung sat in silence as he fiddled with the pen between his fingers. They had absolutely nothing to talk about. They had nothing in common and to be honest, Jaebum didn’t know what exactly he loved about the younger when the other would barely acknowledge existence beyond snarky remarks. Truth be told, silence was their best communication method as their lives were far too separate in socioeconomic terms.

“I knew you know.” He finally broke the silence continuing to avoid eye contact with the elder, eyes fixed on the pen rolling between his fingers.

“Knew what?” Jaebum asked bitterly sounding almost annoyed.

“That she was unfaithful. The child is yours if you’re wondering.”

Jaebum looked at him like deer in headlights. His heart started to beat fast as he fisted his palm in anger. “What the fuck do you mean you knew?”

“You can’t be serious. I kept tabs on your whole family when you joined the company. Could never be too sure if Jurgen or someone else sent you to spy on me. One of my associates saw your wife with him at a bar before she found out you were accepted into the company.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jaebum asked standing up in disbelief and towering over a very calm and collected Jinyoung, that angered him even more with that nonchalant expression.

“And what would you do? Leave her? Beg her to stop? You think she’d just tell you the truth?” Jinyoung replied flatly.

“That doesn’t matter! I had the right to know!” He shouted back.

“I had the right to not care. But I’m telling you now, that kid is yours.”

“Fuck you Jinyoung. Just fuck you. Fuck everything. Fuck everybody.”

“Hope that made you feel better. About your daughter.” Jinyoung said in a solemn tone, seeming apologetic but Jaebum’s brain convinced him otherwise. “If you need to blow some steam I still have room for drugs or sex until we head out. Or both.” Jinyoung shrugged before he decided to turn on the television and turn on the news. Jaebum had almost forgotten that the younger was fluent German.

“Fuck you.” Jaebum cursed as he tried not to burst out in tears. He was living in a nightmare with no one to confide in or anyone who would remotely come close to understanding how his stomach was constantly in knots around the younger.

“Yeah, be my guest.” Jinyoung remarked sarcastically with his eyes locked on the television barely paying any mind to Jaebum once again.

“I think you’d rather prefer it was Jurgen.” Jaebum blurted out. He had lost complete control of his mouth, and common sense in that moment. Jealousy and anger had taken over his mind and all he wanted to do was fuck the day lights of the younger just to feel something. Some sort of control. But he knew better. Jinyoung was not easy to ridicule, it was his own self he was playing games with.

“He wouldn’t fuck me like you. If it was him I’d already be in bed legs in the air, with LSD pumping in my veins and a dick up my ass hitting my g-spot just hard enough for me to forget my mother is in a mental asylum and my dad fucked his mother so I’m technically going to be marrying my half sister.” Jinyoung maintained eye contact with the elder.

Defeated, Jaebum took a seat because he did not known how to respond to that neither could his brain process the information that Jinyoung had dropped onto him. This had to be a joke god was playing on him for trapping fireflies when he was younger.

“She’s your half sister?” He asked after a moment of hesitance with his eyes furrowed deep. He was going to combust if he didn’t know what the heck was going on.

“Yeah. Jurgen’s dad was my dad’s friend. They went to the same military camp during their draft. Then my dad killed him, fucked wife, she gave birth to her, and then he got assassinated by his new semi-family. Simple math.”Jinyoung shrugged.

“What the fuck?” He almost gasped as if the air had been punched out of him.

“Yeah. So you wanna fuck me or not?” Jinyoung asked throwing the TV remote aside after turning off the television. He stood up and placed himself on Jaebum’s lap before the elder could respond. “I like you better when you don’t talk.” He said placing a finger on the elder’s lips. He ran his thumb across the elder’s lower lip and continued to fiddle with it until he had gained Jaebum’s full attention.

The elder closed his eyes as goosebumps ran through his body whilst Jinyoung’s warm body pressed against his chest.

Jaebum wasn’t quiet because he was at loss of words. Things were slowly starting to fall into place for him. He had to take showers every few hours a day after the incident in Bali, he had to lock himself in the bathroom, lie flat in tub hiding his sobbing from his wife to forgive himself for the crude things he had done to Jinyoung that night no matter under the influence of what drug. The sight of the younger underneath him against his will, he could never forgive himself. He hadn’t, and now he had no reason to. He was no different, he was an animal. He had treated Jinyoung the exact same way like everyone in his life had. A vicious animal that everyone wanted to tame but none loved enough to see through.

“No I don’t, actually I’d prefer if we talked more about this.” Jaebum took a hold of the CEO’s hand and placed it away from his almost bulging boner.

“What’s there to talk about?” Jinyoung rolled his eyes as he straddled off of the elder’s lap. “I don’t remember you being my personal journal.”

“I know that. I know you’d rather not but I just want to help.”

“I don’t need help!” Jinyoung snapped in anger while raising his voice. “Why do you keep saying that? Do I look like a child being trafficked away to slavery? Who are you to help me? From what? You’re just some nobody who was conditioned to be nothing but a corporate slave.” He continued as he scoffed at the elder.

“Okay, I am sorry. I just—I am all over the place. I forgot we aren’t friends, I don’t know what we are or what I am doing but I just got my head up my ass thinking I could at least know you better before we never see each other again after this.” Jaebum apologised sincerely making sure he would not let his emotions get in the way of expressing how he really felt. Any unnecessary emotion would only chase the CEO away more.

Jinyoung stared at the elder in exasperation but it slowly disappeared into something a lot more mellow, his expression almost blank. He blinked a few times as if to regain his composure. He sat back down next to Jaebum but now much further than before as if he was afraid to get any closer.

“What’s there to know about me? I am just some rich kid with a shit life. I was born only for that purpose. I am nothing before it or beyond it.” Jinyoung replied, perplexed by his own words.

“But you’re not. You don’t want marry your half sister for the sake of the company, that’s something, no?” Jaebum asked but that’s not truly what he wanted to ask. He wasn’t sure how to, or what to. Because Jinyoung was right, there was nothing he knew about the younger’s existence beyond his work and dedication for the company.

“Look, I know I wasn’t the kindest to you in school but there was really no other reason than the fact that I was envious,” Jinyoung paused to poured himself a glass of wine, “I mean you could just wake up and not have to care about what clothes you’re wearing, you could get a hideous hair cut and date ugly girls around in school. You could even digest the shitty cafeteria food which made me sick no matter how much I tried. It’s nothing deep it was just teen angst.”

“I don’t know if you’re being genuine or rude right now, my hair cuts were not hideous.” Jaebum defended himself.

“Either way, if an apology is what you seek I won’t give you one. We aren’t meant to be. It was wrong of me to involve you in this in the first place.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” Jaebum asked trying his best not to sound agitated but he knew he had lost for composure for a second. “You keep saying I shouldn’t get involved but what makes you think I am not built for it? I could do it. I can do it. I can be what you need to keep your empire running. I did it before on the surface and now I can prove you I can do it beneath the glitz and glimmer of a desk job with a fancy title.”

Jinyoung chuckled, his eyes glinting with fascination as he looked into the eyes of the elder. It was full of mischievousness which Jaebum hated yet yearned like a gypsy stuck in the dessert with no water for days. He watched the CEO put down his glass of wine and walk over to the nightstand.

In a matter of seconds he heard the click of a gun being reloaded and a fully loaded gun was now pointed toward his skull. “Ever killed a man before?” Jinyoung asked, his mischievous demeanour now gone and was replaced with eyes that were hollow and impossible to read.

Jaebum knew better than to poke the bear in hibernation, but he wanted to. “I could. If you wanted me to.” He replied without hesitation, determination in his eyes that tried to challenge the younger back. He was being engulfed in an opium haze wanting more of the younger’s attentiveness on himself.

“Would you shoot yourself for me?” He younger asked inching closer with the gun now resting on Jaebum’s temple.

“I would.” He replied softly, letting the younger know he feared nothing.

Before he knew it, the sound gun shot rang through his ears and Joe immediately bursted in through the door. He felt legally deaf and blind for a few seconds until he could hear Joe repeating inaudible words as his ears worked on getting rid of the high pitched note.

“We’re fine. Just might need to take note of the hole in the hotel mattress, but nothing money can’t solve. I’ll let you know when I am done.” Joe immediately left the scene excusing himself as Jaebum tried to regain his sight and get rid of the emptiness that flooded his mind due to adrenaline rushing through is veins.

“Are you sure about that? You flinched.” Jinyoung challenged.

“Human instinct. I wouldn’t have the time for this if you did shoot me.” Jaebum replied, trying to sound as composed as he could but the truth was he was breaking into cold sweat. This was the first he had ever experienced a gunshot in his life and nothing could have prepared him for how much it triggered a being’s flight and fight response. The last time Jinyoung had threatened to kill him in yet another hotel room, he could read the younger like a book but it was not the same not at the moment.

“Would you shoot me if I told you to?” Jinyoung’s eyes now as dark and empty as it could get but his tone stern, his words heavy with the burden of his question.

“No, I wouldn’t.” The elder replied with no guilt or shame of being a coward.

“Why not? You said you could shoot anyone.”

“It’s illegal to fuck a dead body.” Jaebum replied even though he hadn’t mean it. He wouldn’t because the answer was simple, he would would rather shoot himself than kill the man he was madly in love with. But he knew better than to say that, than to challenge Jinyoung further because he just might shoot himself in the head to prove a point to Jaebum. Just to win.

Jinyoung laughed at the response and stood directly in front of the elder with the gun now on his forehead. “What if I am into that?”

“Then I’d be dead long ago. I know Jurgen can’t fuck you as gently as I do.”

“Kill him, for me. Prove me wrong.” Jinyoung kneeled down gently placing his lips on the elder’s for the first time since there incident in Bali. Letting Jaebum melt into the a puddle as he placed the gun on his lap. The taste of red wine lingered on his lips. The scent of the younger’s perfume lingered in the air around him as time had gotten still.“Can you do it?” He asked, their breaths clashing against each other while he looked at Jaebum’a with eyes almost begging for more.

“I will.” Jaebum replied trying to chase the lips that he dreamt against his own but Jinyoung was long gone now standing in front of him with a smirk. Jaebum wanted nothing more to pull the younger in, feel his lips all over his face over and over until his face became numb from the slight stubble on his face.

“We’ll see.”

Jaebum wasn’t scared of that challenge. It was the only way to get Jinyoung to look at him again, the way he had been just now, begging to be rescued and to be taken all to himself. Either that or he had become so deluded he would have to shoot a hole through his skull by the end of if all.

*************

“Just because we are gay cattle farmers doesn’t mean we know how to cook.” Bambam explained as he served the dishes fresh out of the oven one by one.

The chef had arrived as early as dawn to prepare and fully cook up all eight courses of the dinner menu. Neither Yugyeom nor Bambam had any interest in cooking. They were too busy taking care of the cattle. Yugyeom did most of the laborious work such as getting them in and out of the fields and doing the feeding along with their employees while Bambam did the pharmaceutical side of things like making sure the animals were fed meals that was of highest quality, maintaining hygiene amongst all animals to avoid spread of disease and so on and so forth.

“Figured. No way either of you can cook up a risotto. Compliments to the real chef.” Jinyoung replied enjoying a meal for the first time ever since Jaebum had reentered his life. The younger often ate alone in silence or took just enough bites to keep himself in shape. Looking closely at the younger, Jaebum noticed how much his collarbones were protruding out more as of recent days. His fit frame looked slender as his sweater almost fell from his shoulder but hung onto the width of his broadness.

“The cheese, the butter and the milk all come from our cattle. We are still figuring out ethical foie gras but it’s going to take some time to master.” Yugyeom added as he sliced the fork tender beef brisket that had just left the smoker. “The meat too, of course, from our cattle.”

“Yeah we get it, you’re a successful entrepreneur. They didn't come for the chit chat we came for the lamb shanks perfectly cooked in truffle butter. Take that out of the oven, pronto!” Bambam scoffed as he served Jaebum and Jinyoung finely aged Chardonnay. Honestly Jaebum could used to this life style and totally understood why Yugyeom had decided to move to a isolated farm in the middle of no where.

“Kind of sad we have to discuss serious things after this dinner.” Jaebum expressed out after the butter like soft wagyu steak entered his mouth and melted away.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes while Bambam and Yugyeom seemed elated that the elder enjoyed their hospitality. Dinner as it felt came and left as soon as they had sat down to eat. From the caprese salad, to the beef brisket main course and Bailey’s Irish cream tiramisu, it was something Jaebum wished to eat everyday even if it meant he had to run for hours to keep his health in check.

“So, Jaebum, what made you help my brother out?” Yugyeom asked as he swirled his merlot against the rim of the crystal glass.

“My wife cheated on me so I needed to leave.” Jaebum lied as he finished his second serving of gin and tonic. They were all sat on very comfortable single seaters placed at the alfresco area covered with a elongated roof that was attached to the main roof of their two story home.

“I am so sorry to hear that.” Yugyeom and Bambam said in unison. “But I hope you do know the dangers of being involved in this.” Bambam added, “I grew up around these two and when shit hits the fan, it hits hard and fast in this family.”

“It doesn’t bother me anymore.” Jaebum replied to assure that he not nervous nor afraid, lighting up a cigarette between his lips after he had sworn to himself that he had quit.

“Prepared to kill?” Jinyoung asked with a smirk. He took a cigarette from the same box and placed on between his lips. He arched his body forward and his face was now in front of Jaebum’s. His eyes darted at the lighter in his hand gesturing the elder to light his cigarette.

“You can’t be serious.”

“You’re fucking joking.”

Jaebum had no idea who of the two had said what as he had gotten lost in Jinyoung’s eyes as he instead chose to light his cigarette with the one between his lips. He wasn’t completely sure if it would work but it had and it seemed to have satisfied Jinyoung quite a bit as smiled at the elder before returning back to his position while exhaling smoke from between his lips.

“I don’t mind. Kind of setting a bet with your older brother.” Jaebum replied with a shrug.

“No, you don’t understand Jurgen is not normal. He is obsessed with my brother. If he finds out you’re actually involved in this and he survives even on life support, he will come from your entire lineage.” Yugyeom explained in frustration. “What the fuck, hyung? Why would you let him do this?” He looked at Jinyoung with even more dissatisfaction and to respond all the elder had done was shrug his shoulders.

“I guess then I have no choice but to make sure I don’t miss.” Jaebum chuckled. He thanked the live in butler of the married couple who poured his third glass of gin and tonic. He had no idea why he was indulging himself in every alcohol that was not originated in Germany while in Germany. Being sober sounded worse than imported alcohol.

“So what even is the plan? Hit and run? Shoot and dash? Poison and scram?” Bambam asked as he opted for baileys infused hot coco but it just wasn’t cutting for him after hearing the devastating news about Jaebum. He took the liberty to add vanilla vodka in it hoping it would help calm his nerves.

“We shoot him, well, he shoots him,” Jinyoung tilted his hear towards Jaebum and smirked as he continued, “I invited him to my condo here and then boom, a bullet right through his skull, his bodyguards dead, his sister dead, everyone dead except us.”

“So we’re assassinating a total of four people at this point and there is barely three of us. I don’t even know how to shoot a gun! I can only poison!” Bambam exclaimed, his frustration rising through the roof.

“Well, Jaebum here will take care of Jurgen. You can take care of Matilda later, who by the way was very sad you didn't wish your precious sister a happy birthday.” Jinyoung said almost giggling while yugyeom pointed his middle finger at his brother. “Joe can take care of Jurgen’s body guard and Yugyeom you can take care of Matilda’s bodyguard. I heard he went to the same rehab as you. You guys should have a lot in common.”

Bambam sighed immediately before Yugyeom could shout, “Fuck you Jinyoung, fuck you. Go to hell and die. You might not be a junkie but you can’t get hard without drugs and everyone knows. Fuck you.”

From the looks of how well established Yugyeom was, there was no way in the world would he would have ever figured out that Yugyeom was a former drug addict. That would explain why he had only been drinking the same glass of wine the whole time during their conversation while everyone had far exceeded their fifth serving. Unfortunately for Jaebum Bambam had deescalated the conversation before it would commence another fist fight thus leaving Jaebum with no other information about the other.

“That’s four people, four of us technically, if you count me in that should be five. So what’s the execution plan?” Bambam asked.

“I made a deck with full details of time, prop materials and weapons but over all, Joe and I concluded that—“

“Why wasn’t I invited to the conversation?” Jaebum interrupted, once again feeling the pathetic emotion of jealousy he just could not brush off his shoulders.

“We discussed it last night and besides, originally I was going to shoot Jurgen, now its your job so pay close attention.” Jinyoung rolled his eyes before he continued, “Matilda is more than elated to marry me and give the family an heir but she has nothing in common with me, this is where Bambam kicks in because well, wedding talk and what not.”

“That sounds extremely targeted towards me bring flamboyant but continue.” Bambam commented squinting his eyes in a displeased manner.

“You and yugyeom can take care of Matilda and her bodyguard here, I will tell her I need one last night with Jurgen so I can get fucked right before she and I get married.”

Jaebum was going to be sick from that sentence alone but from the looks of it, he wasn’t alone, Yugyeom looked green and pale as if dinner was ready to be served back on the coffee table. Jinyoung continued that Joe and Jurgen’s bodyboard would be in a different room of the suite and he would most likely used chlorophyll to knock him out before twisting his neck so Jurgen doesn’t notice.

Jinyoung then is to try his best to start an argument with him, which knowing him shouldn’t be difficult, and just like that, would barge in through the door, opened by Joe, a crazy Jaebum completely gone rogue and in love with Jinyoung, not being able to swallow the fact that the was to wed Matilda and kills Jurgen in heat of the moment by shooting him straight in the skull. Absolute cinema in Jaebum’s opinion if it wasn’t for the fucking fact he was indeed going rogue in love.

Upon arguing back and forth about how dangerous it was for Jaebum, Yugyeom pointed out that it was absolutely necessary that he would take shooting lessons for the next two days and prove to Yugyeom that he had mastered his skill for a short rage shot in less than five seconds. Jaebum of course had no issue as he would rather execute the plan perfectly rather than with flaw and make no room for mistakes.

Joe had printed out the deck of information from the portable printer that Jinyoung’s assistant had brought this morning. Each was about twenty pages long with elaborate details, how, when, who and why. Each individual had their own file rather than a overall common agenda from which they are go their own path, Jinyoung had planned this our meticulously. As expected of the CEO.

“What if he figures it out?” Jaebum asked, even though he did not wish to jinx those words by putting it out in the world, he had to make sure.

“Then all three of you die a miserable death and I end up living the rest of my life in his basement as a sex slave impregnating his wife with more incestuous heirs for him to shape.” Jinyoung replied putting his cigarette on the crystal ashtray. He hid a yawn behind his lips as the alcohol must have been soothing his nerves enough for him to feel somewhat drowsy.

“Fuck me then.” Bambam sighed while rubbing the temples of his forehead.

Joe although never meddled with any conversation, chimed in for the first time since Jaebum had gotten involved with the CEO. He assured that he had been keeping his hawk eyes on the whole situation. According to him and Jinyoung who had also been heavily occupied on this mission, Jurgen was not only frustrated but constantly afraid of his empire flipping upside down due to the rivalry of the marijuana industry.

Cocaine being one of the most influential narcotic for a generation that was now mostly in hospice or in retirement homes, the old German way of running things were turning out to be a tad bit difficult for him to maintain without resorting to gang violence, which again, was nothing classy enough for him to get involved with.

That was partially one of the biggest reason why he had been so adamant of doing anything in his power to get Jinyoung wedded to Matilda as soon as possible. Not only would it acquire him control over the JYPEEC empire but also allow a conversation of a merger between the two empires. The “Schlau Empire” which Jaebum found hilarious cause it directly translated to smart but hey, at least the company wasn’t named after the founder himself.

Regardless of what they thought of the situation, the answer was clear, the only solution to this problem was Jurgen being deceased. The longer he was alive, the longer JYPEEC along with everyone involved was going to be burdened with the empire’s dirty tactics. Not to mention the rising rivalry between gangs in recent years fuelled crime not only locally but in third world countries where they wishes to antagonise the youth with narcotics. That was cowardly, that was not something Jinyoung could get behind.

The two bid goodbye to the farm and the couple living in it. Jaebum wished he could have seen the cattle and perhaps kissed a cow but unfortunately for him it was a tad bit too late as the cattle’s were sound asleep. The first kiss from Jinyoung still lingered on his lips, making him wonder how it would feel to recreate teenage fantasies with him where they kissed for hours, feeling too shy to continue and neither of them knew what to do beyond that. Unfortunately for Jaebum, he had lost his virginity far later while Jinyoung was getting fucked up by Jurgen.

Perhaps it was because he was drunk and the limo had them separated from the chauffeur along with Joe who was sitting beside him. Jaebum found himself tugging at Jinyoung’s turtle neck so he could leave kisses all over his neck and nape. He tugged his legs between the younger’s locking them in position.

“Too much gin and tonic?” Jinyoung asked as he rolled his head back allowing himself time to feel Jaebum’s cold icy winter lips against his warm skin well hidden from the winds of the winter. He wasn’t sure to be honest, if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline from earlier when he heard gun shot ringing through his ears. He couldn’t think all of a sudden and his head was filled with the thought of Jinyoung moaning underneath his body in this bloody limousine.

He tugged further onto the younger’s t-shirt until it was on the floor fn the car as his mouth was latched onto the younger’s hard nipples. He swore that Joe could hear them, his breathy moans and Jinyoung’s squirms as he gentle bit into the younger’s buds but the idea of being heard or seen was the least of his concern at the moment.

“Maybe not.” Jinyoung pushed the elder away.

“What?” Jaebum asked in almost awe blinking his eyes continuously as it was his first time being rejected by the younger.

“Don’t like it in here. Feels like my old man is watching me.”

Jaebum being even more flabbergasted by the response tried to convince himself he was hallucinating and the younger had not just mentioned his late father while he was busy leaving bite marks on the younger’s collarbones.

“Yeah, funnily where you are sitting is where my old man died.” Jinyoung snicked as he relaxed his shoulders and slid down the soft leather seats of the car.

Jaebum gasped as chills ran down his spine. He was not a superstitious person but he swore at that moment his whole body had turned cold. More than anything he wished to ask the younger why he had kept a car where his own father had died all the way in Germany as it was definitely a family heirloom. As he started to sober up he noticed that the car was at least a few decades old. Even though it was in pristine condition the age was prevalent to the naked eye upon better inspection.

Jaebum had learnt the most he had ever known about the younger in the past twenty four hours than he had ever in his life. He wasn’t quite sure if he wished to know more but his mouth had different ideas. “How did he die here?” He asked, surely not slurring even a tiny bit.

“Murder suicide, remember? Don’t know the details. Couldn’t be bothered.” Jinyoung shrugged as he placed his turtle neck and sweater back on. “Plus, he fucked too many prostitutes so mom had this sent to Germany after he died so it’s barely gotten enough use to get rid of his ghost, if you believe in all that.”

“Do you?”

“Fuck no. If I become a ghost after I die I’m going to find God and grab him by the throat instead of haunting people.”

The rest of the car ride went by in silence, awkward at best and excruciatingly painful at its worst. Rejection was definitely something he had been accustomed to his whole life. Starting from women to job applications to as young as asking his parents for new toys they simply didn’t want to indulge their son in. However rejection from Jinyoung was a first. Jaebum only had memories of being taunted, his body only remembered Jinyoung pulling him closer and gripping on to him like his life depended on it.

“Why don’t you want me? Is he better than me? Is that it?” Fuck it. He had too many drinks and he had already fucked up everything in his life since he had arrived to his forsaken mission impossible fiasco.

“I beg your pardon?” Jinyoung asked astounded.

“You haven’t let me fuck you since we came here. Why?”

“Now is hardly the time. Besides you rejected my offer in the afternoon.” The younger scoffed being baffled by the elder’s interrogation. He pushed his spectacles back which had loosened up from being cornered earlier.

“That’s different. You were diverting the conversation. Not to mention there was never the time before. Don’t think pushing you against the window mid work day from the highest floor of your building being the right time.” Jaebum hissed back.

“What’s gotten into you? Have you gone mad from lack of attention?” The younger asked sarcastically as an attempt to pull the elder’s leg except, it hadn’t worked. Jaebum stared right back at the younger demanding an answer with his silence.

“Maybe I’ve lost my interest. Maybe I need to be fucked by Jurgen instead cause you’re not cutting it.” Jinyoung replied determined to let the elder know he was still in control of their dynamic. However it hadn’t slipped from the elder’s sight that the younger was swallowing a lump in his throat while answering, as if he was afraid of the answer that was leaving his lips, his breath deep and heavy.

After a moment of silence and the two staring right back at each other with each trying to study the other, tension made the air around them thick enough to cut with a knife.

Jaebum pulled back, finally after noticing he had been somehow towering over the younger in the car while cornering him to the edge until Jinyoung’s back was leaning against the door of the car. Something about what Jinyoung had just said stirred the knots that had been twisting in the elder’s stomach. Jealousy was no longer the word he could use to or to elaborate further on his emotions.

When they had reached the hotel in complete silence, the elder hadn’t bothered to hear what the younger had to inform him before bed. He simply entered the first elevator to open in front of him, leaving Joe and the CEO utterly confused in the lobby.

The adrenaline he had felt when Jinyoung had pulled the trigger on him was itching to be released like a scratch he couldn’t reach from underneath his flesh. He needed to feel it again, but this time with the gun pointed at Jurgen’s forehead, perhaps the German man’s receding hairline was preparing for it to become a canvas for Jaebum to put a bullet through. The only way for him to convince Jinyoung to look at him, to yearn him, to long him was for Jurgen to be buried six feet under the CEO’s backyard.

The silence of the hotel room caused him no pain as he closed his eyes and recalled the cold metal of the gun in his hand earlier that day. His eyes closed as he imagined a pool of blood painting his shoes red as he stomped on the other’s head. He felt goosebumps go through his body as he imagined how Jinyoung would look at him when he had finally murdered Jurgen.

He pondered if Jinyoung would kiss him joining the elder in stomping the lifeless body. Would Jinyoung take the gun and instead shoot Jaebum taking the lights out of him. He didn’t mind, he was going to let that happen. If afterlife existed, he would spend the rest of his eternity finding ways to keep Jinyoung caged in depths of hell all to himself.

All to himself. His skin against his. His mind focused on him. His eyes looking at him. His entire soul would belong to him.

“What have you done to me?” Jaebum asked with a heavy breath to a very confused Jinyoung who had woken up from his slumber. Before he could respond and question what on earth the elder was doing at his door three in the morning, he had been knocked out of his breath as he found himself pinned against the door and the door promptly locking behind him.

“Have you actually gone mad? What’s gotten into you?” Jinyoung exclaimed as he tried to free himself from the elder’s tight grip on his wrists pinned against the door and Jaebum’s knee between his thighs.

“I want you. Please.” Jaebum pleaded under his breath, bringing his lips to Jinyoung’s ear nibbling on his lobe. He smelt like his usual body wash and shampoo, consisting notes of citrus and musk. He couldn’t breathe anymore. He needed to breathe into the younger’s skin and take in his scent to stop his lungs from imploding.

“Are you drunk again?” Jinyoung hissed, Jaebum didn’t care. He let go of one of the younger’s wrist to bring it up to undo the buttons of his pyjamas.

“Why did you reject me? Your dad’s dead. You don’t care.”

“Is that what this is about?” And just like that, Jinyoung’s switch had been flipped, now his tone was a lot more confident and sarcastic even though Jaebum’s nails were almost digging into his back as he kissed the younger all over his neck and collarbones. His pyjama shirt now completely undone, hanging on one shoulder. Jaebum went straight into biting into the younger’s shoulders.

The younger hissed and finally pushed the elder off just when his guard had been down for a second while he was busy trying to loosen the younger’s pants next.

“Scared? Need Jurgen to come and save you by pumping drugs in you so you won’t have to be conscious to feel me fucking you?” Jaebum challenged with a smirk as he plopped on the sofa. He spread his legs wide and patted on his thighs. “Sit on my lap before I make you.”

“I am not your bitch. That’s your wife.”

“Get on and finish what you wanted in the afternoon.” Jaebum repeated the patting on his thighs, this time a lot more hostility in his tone.

Jinyoung looked at him with excitement glinting in his eyes, as much as of it Jaebum could see in the dimly lit room from the bed side lamp. Growing impatient, he younger pulled the elder by grabbing him by the wrist had pushed him on the king sized bed which made the elder bounce upon impact with the mattress.

“Fuck me like you want me. Make me forget Jurgen.” Jinyoung challenged as he finally dropped the pyjama top barely hanging on his torso, onto the floor and straddled a very hard and aching Jaebum on top.

Jaebum quickly switched their position by grabbing Jinyoung by the hips and flipped the younger around until he was now on top. He pulled his t-shirt from above his bed and found himself going to latch himself on Jinyoung’s nipples. His teeth grazed on the pink nips and instead of the usual where he would kiss downwards until he was faced with Jinyoung’s throbbing hard shaft he inched upwards until his lips were on the younger’s jaw.

Jinyoung gasped as he felt Jaebum lock their lips together and before he could slip his tongue in, the CEO had bitten the elder on his lips punched Jaebum across the jaw.

“Fuck—what’s your fucking problem?” The elder hissed as he continued to pin the younger down but using the back of one his hand to wipe off the taste of iron from his lips.

“Don’t kiss me you fucking asshole.” Jinyoung expressed in anger.

“What? Got some rule that can’t kiss someone who you don’t love?”

Bingo, Jaebum said to himself as Jinyoung looked completely shattered under his gaze, his face flushing red until it looked purple under the yellow night of the night lamp. Jaebum swore he almost felt Jinyoung squirm as he tightened his grip around his wrists.

“I don’t kiss prostitutes. Don’t want getting herpes.” Jinyoung spat back trying to hurt Jaebum with his words but it was far too late.

“You need me. You want me. You wanted me since you could remember.” Jaebum informed the younger as he gripped the elder’s cheeks between his fingers squeezing them tightly. Jinyoung groaned in pain from his face being squished but making no attempt to push the elder off. “Focus on me.”

Jaebum released the grip he had on the younger’s cheeks and he finally let out a heavy breath as he could finally breathe. The elder caressed his cheek with the back his index finger until he had halted at his neck. He found himself slowly gripping the younger’s throat like he were to choke him. Of course he hadn’t, he had only placed his hands there to see how the younger would react, his flushed body now exposed to Jaebum’s desires.

“Do it, coward. Kill me since you are plagued with your addiction for me.”

Jaebum looked down at the younger with a smile, quite literally as he hovered on top still straddling him feeling his boner against his own. He remained silent as he unbuckled the belt from his trousers he had worn to the dinner and threw it to the floor along with any other articles of clothing. He continued to strip Jinyoung out of his remaining clothes until the younger was completely nude.

He could feel the younger tense up completely unable to predict any of his moves. He laid beneath Jaebum. Completely at his mercy. Waiting for him to say something. Waiting for him to be rough like he had and look at the younger with disgust, as if he were nothing just dirt.

“Your eyes, I never stopped thinking about them when I left. I looked for it in every girl I dated in college.” Jaebum said as he dipped back down to kiss Jinyoung on his neck, placing butterfly kisses until he had kissed the corner of his eyes making the younger shudder and close his eyes in response.

“You made me look for your lips in every woman I had wrapped my cock.” Jaebum continued as he dragged his thumb across the younger’s lips, his own still bleeding and definitely swollen. He couldn’t care less about the taste of iron in his mouth.

“That’s one way of asking me to suck your cock.” Jinyoung finally spoke, his voice no where near as confident as it usually was and yet he darted his tongue out and sucked on the elders thumb, sucking it in deeper in his mouth with every slurp.

“You have kissed me before. At the very beginning. What’s different now?”

“What?” Jinyoung asked shakily under his breath. Jaebum had long freed his fingers from the younger’s mouth and was now grazing it along the tip of the CEO’s shaft. With his eyes now squeezed shut and lips tightly bit Jinyoung was doing his best to now show any kind of pleasure.

“You wouldn’t let me kiss you back then, but you used to kiss me before Bali.”

“I changed my mind.” He was barely to get the words out of lips as the elder had never stopped playing with his shaft, gently applying pressure with a swirl and pressing his palm against the tip to make it hyper sensitive. Jaebum remained silent at the response, as it was nothing he couldn’t predict. He knew getting a honest reaction from Jinyoung would result to hell freezing over.

When he had gotten up from the bed to go through’s the night stands in search lube and condoms, he took a glance at the younger who watched him in almost desperation, or even despair at the thought of Jaebum may have changed his mind and was ready to abandon him on the bed and never look back. He grabbed the packet lube and ripped it open with his mouth. He kept it tugged between his lips as he grabbed Jinyoung by the hips and flipped him on his stomach making the younger almost yelp in shock.

 

“I thought you like being man handled.” Jaebum asked bitterly, taking offence to the honey like moan he had let out because he wasn’t the only one who had heard it. Jinyoung wanted this, he wanted Jurgen to manhandle him like such and much more. Jurgen had heard sounds and seen faces from the younger he hadn’t discovered. Something in his arose from those thoughts.

Without a warning, he shoved two of his fingers inside the younger. Jinyoung swore under his breath, his hips arching up and chest pressed on the mattress in a position that one would describe as “doggy” position. “You are nowhere near what he would make me do—.” Jinyoung halted his words and let out a low groan as the elder’s fingers pressed against his sweet spot, fingers going in out in a curled motion but straightening at time to make him feel pleasure all over.

Jaebum knew better than to be influenced by Jinyoung’s ways of toying wit his anger but he hadn’t learnt in the last eight years how to control himself. He sure wasn’t going to learn it while he was thinking of killing every man that had ever touched him. Jaebum flipped the younger over on his back once again, leaning down to meet his eyes. Their hard shafts came in contact with each other as Jaebum continued to loosen up the younger.

“Stop.” Jinyoung said in a shaky breath, shutting his eyes close.

“Why?” Jaebum asked, slightly rocking his hips so their groins would grind against each other.

“Stop looking at me.”

Like clockwork, it hit Jaebum that the younger was perhaps timid, bashful even when it came to being approached with straightforwardness. Nothing would torture Jinyoung more than his love, his desires and his yearning like he needed to wear his skin to constantly feel the younger against his own. Knowing how much Jaebum thought of him, how much he had phantom movements in the absence his presence, how much he thought of Jinyoung every time he saw a pair of ugly sweater priced way above his middle class pay grade.

“Look at me, Jinyoung.” The younger squirmed under him like he was being tortured.

Jinyoung fluttered his closed eyelids, unable to open his eyes in fear of what awaited him upon sight. “Come on, look at me.” The younger was adamant on making sure that there was no possibility for Jaebum to pry his eyes open.

“No.” He replied with a sharp hiss as turned his head away to open his eyes for a slight second before shutting them close. Jaebum knew what he had seen, their reflection was clear as day on the hotel’s window against the darkness of the sky.

So be it, Jaebum thought, once Jurgen was dead he was going to have all the time in the world to make him look. Only look at him. He quickly retrieved his fingers and stood up from the bed. He pulled Jinyoung up by his wrist. The next thing Jinyoung was aware of was that he was up in the air with is back against the nearest wall.

“Ready?” Jaebum asked looking at him with mischief and exhilaration.

“For what?” Jinyoung spat back furiously.

Whatever he was going to say next was interrupted and replaced a sharp hiss, followed by a full groan as his eyes rolled to the back. His quickly wrapped his arms around the elder, digging his nails on his back, gripping onto him as the CEO’s entire body became incapacitated. He was now hanging mid air while Jaebum was thrust deep inside him. His mind completely taken over by the pleasure while he tightly fastened his legs around the elder’s hips.

“Oh my god—“ were the first words that escaped Jinyoung’s mouth as he was clinging onto his dear life, surely leaving fresh wounds on the elder from his nails. His body yo-yo-ed up and down like he was nothing but a mere toy with the elder. Jaebum to be honest had no clue where his new found strength to lift someone up by the thighs and fuck them against the wall had come from, but whatever it was, he was thankful.

Because it allowed him to bury his neck inside Jinyoung’s neck, inhale his scent, kiss his cheeks, his ears and leave kisses that almost touched the younger’s mouth. He was able to whisper sweet nothings into the younger’s ears as he quivered under his mercy.

“Touch yourself,” Jaebum whispered, nibbling on his ear lobe. “I got you, trust me.”

Without any doubt, Jinyoung finally undid the death grip he had around the elder. Jaebum almost groaned in dissatisfaction at the warmth left his body but he was elated to see Jinyoung was not in any suspicion that he would find himself on the floor with his skull cracked open because Jaebum was not strong enough to hold him up.

Jaebum kept his eyes locked on the younger, the CEO’s face was flushed red, his breath heavy and his gaze down to his shaft even though he had been bouncing up and down from Jaebum’s cock filling him up. When Jinyoung came, Jaebum had too, and somehow he immediately lost all his strength. He grabbed the younger by making sure he was secured and allowed them to fall on the bed.

Darkness took over his sight and the next thing he knew, the sun was wishing him a good morning.

Notes:

Guys I am so sorry I keep updating so late. I have not written in years so it takes me much longer to articulate what I am thinking. Plus I wrote a huge part of this drunk so the EDITING WAS INSANE!

Anyone has any predictions for the ending? It might be 12 chapters instead of 11 but I will update that soon when I am almost done with Chapter 11.