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Lust awakens the desire to possess. And that awakens the intent to murder.
“I-m, m’not like this,” Hyunjin murmurs, playing with the pearls around his neck, an attempt to make people look at anything other than him. “It’s just that-,” Hyunjin licks his bottom lip shining with some fancy gloss. “It’s difficult to be more than a pretty face, no one has ever wanted to ask my favorite color or which movie I like. I was, hmm, I was always like the finest porcelaine exposed in a Museum, you know; Pretty and untouchable. Guarded with a lock, soon as it’s out everyone wants to drink from it.”
Changbin waits, not pushing for more. It’s the third time he’s seeing Hyunjin, always glued to Youngsik’s arms. His brother showed him around like a shining piece of diamond, just like the ones they buy in Aikhal. His expression towards Hyunjin was always like when they find a new mine: drain and destroy.
Changbin knows Youngsik isn't doint the same to Hyunjin 'cause he already looks dead inside.
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“Brother, it’s a pleasure to see you again!” Youngsik chants and hugs Changbin. They can almost fool people that they don’t hate each other’s guts. “This is Hyunjin,” he gives the boy a kiss on the cheek, his eyes are black and big, his blonde hair cascading around his face like the sun hugging the earth when the clock hits twelve. He is so pretty that Changbin knows Youngsik would kill, and has probably killed anyone that dared to look at him. “Say hi, doll.”
“Hi.” Hyunjin obliges.
“Hello, Hyunjin.” Changbin greets back.
Youngsik already diverted his attention to one of his entourage. He is not looking. So, as most things in his life, Changbin has the vision that his older brother won’t ever be able to do so. Hyunjin hates the attention, he can perceive it in the way he looks terrified, but, oh, so divine it should be a crime to have such a beauty walking among demons like them.
Men that kill, men that steal, men that destroy.
Why has Youngsik brought Hyunjin to Medellín?
Doesn’t he know that everything that touches that land, it’s Changbin’s to own?
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“We shouldn’t,” Hyunjin pleads between kisses with too much spit, with golden skin all over him and devouring more than his flesh, “kiss me more, Changbin.”
The sun is scalding and witness to a dangerous game they are playing. Hyunjin feels his head hit in the soft manure where Changbin built his empire, and where he was about to ruin their lives. Feels the calloused hands tighten around his waist, his plush chapped lips to close around his nipple. Hyunjin wails. The desire that ran under his skin, boiling like water on a kettle.
A want that has been cultivated and a passion that has been brewing for the past three years since he married Youngsik.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” Changbin whispers against the soft space of his neck, “I knew I would never let you go the second you entered my house.”
Hyunjin pushes his face for them to look at each other. He kisses Changbin hard and deep, letting their mouths ruin each other for anyone else.
“Kill him, and I’m yours. Kill him, and it’s everything ours. The diamonds, the mine. Not only Medellín, baby. Kill him and you will be my God.”
Changbin’s eyes are wild, their ragged breaths are the only things being heard in a mile.
When his answer is punctuated with each thrust inside Hyunjin’s body, the soft moans coming from the younger’s mouth reverberating in the way Changbin is fucking him, he is fascinated by the discovery that among many demons, Hyunjin is Satan.
“I’d do anything for you,” Changbin’s voice spills between moans.
Hyunjin feels his entire body shake with the force of his orgasm, melting around Changbin and the reddish soil where their empire grows. It’s now his too. His mother always said she would conquer the world with his face, she was so wrong. He only wanted love, and if he found it on his husband’s brother, the millions that came with it were just a reward. You know, as a treat.
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“Chan,” Changbin signed one more contract under the scrutiny of his most loyal associate. “It's time.”
Chan assents and takes out the last paper from Changbin's wooden desk.
“I thought you'd never say the words,” he answers, walking to the door, where Minho and Jeongin are looking too pleased with themselves.
“It was never a matter of if, just when,” Minho's playful tone was not missed by Changbin. “I'm glad that Hyunjin has convinced you.”
Changbin sighs. His boys weren't easy.
“Can I use the bat, boss?” Jeongin asked. “You know, for when he almost raped my husband?”
“Don't kill him before I arrive, Jeongin.” He spares a look to Minho. “And you, I want him conscious. The last thing he's going to see is me and Hyunjin together, with the acknowledgement that it's all mine,” he took a sip of his whiskey and continued, “the diamonds, the cartel and Hyunjin.”
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“He knows.” Hyunjin says over the phone when Changbin is returning from his morning run.
“I know.” Minho walks faster, not willing to listen to the couple's exchange.
“Baby,” Hyunjin's voice has a trembling sound. Changbin decides Youngsik is about to suffer a bit more just because.
“Keep acting like you have no idea, love. Treat him the same, fuck him if you have to, Hyunjin. It's going to be done this week, my life.”
“You promise?”
Changbin laughs. “I'd burn down the world for you.”
“I love you,” Hyunjin's voice is soft, as if he was telling him a secret. The tone that Changbin knows is reserved for him only. “I want to marry you and fuck on his grave.”
“Everything you want, everything you want is yours.”
Hyunjin laughs like a kid that won the biggest gift on Christmas.
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When Changbin’s jet arrives in Kyoto and Chan is already waiting for him near the black Mercedes, he knows Hyunjin has done several damage to their carefully curated history about how Youngsik was killed in a helicopter accident when flying to their newest mine.
“He stabbed him over sixty times,” Chan cuts right in. “Hyunjin is waiting for you and I must warn you, he didn’t let anyone touch him but you.”
“Is my brother dead?”
“No. He’s bleeding to death, but he is not dead.”
“Good. I want you and Jeongin to fuck him up a bit more before we feed him to the pigs.”
Chan tries to hide his smirk, but he can’t. Not with Chanbin, never with his best friend.
“Hyunjin is fucking nuts, Changbin,” Chan is fully smiling, not the soft one reserved for Changbin or their friends, not the loving one reserved for Jisung only, not the devoted one specially for Luna. He is smiling like the fucking psycho he hides underneath the good boy face. “No wonder he’s the only one capable of taming you. He stabbed Youngsik while riding him, he fucking gutted him.”
Changbin is so proud, and he can’t wait to give Hyunjin everything he yearns for.
“That’s my boy.”
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Hyunjin is covered in blood, red stains his ash blonde hair until it stops around his shoulders. His black lingerie sticks to his skin because of the dried liquid, everything is tacky and gross. He needs a shower, but that can also wait. His eyes are alert, but he’s at peace. The peace he has been seeking since he was sixteen and sold to a piece of shit in the pits of Seoul. The last four years of his life were a mixture of wanting to end his existence and dreaming about living the most average life possible with Changbin.
Seo Youngsik is dead, or at least, will be soon, and he’s finally going to be free. If he’s going to be Changbin’s it’s because he wants it. Because fucking finally he could take the matter onto his own hands and decide his fate for himself.
“Angel?” he hears the soft voice of Changbin calling for him from the door. Hyunjin wants to frame the expression on his (boyfriend? husband? love of his fucking life?) face, but he just bites into the strawberry near the glass table alongside the bed. “You’re even prettier bathed in blood, babe.”
Hyunjin laughs out loud. “I know, right? I’m so pissed he ruined my Dior lingerie set.”
“I’ll buy half of Dior shares if you want, princess.” Changbin walks directly into Hyunjin’s arms. “God, I missed you.” Changbin plants a kiss into his mouth, so sweet. Hyunjin purrs against him, and in a blink, he is on his lap. “Chan said you gutted him, baby. Half of him is on the floor of the room.”
“Hmm, you know I like it messy.”
Changbin’s laugh makes his body shake.
“He’s never touching you again, my baby,” Hyunjin nods, pressing kisses to Changbin’s jaw.
“I’m just happy that he isn’t a treat to you,” Hyunjin kisses Changbin with his bloodied lips. “You did so much for me, I just wanted to protect you,” another kiss to his cupid bow and to his forehead, “he started saying how you could fuck me all you want, but that I was his to own since I was a teen, how he was the first one to use me and,” Hyunjin breaths against his skin before explaining what exactly happened between him and Youngsik hours before.
“It’s just started coming up to me every little shit he did to me all these years, and to Jisung, and I hate him so much, baby. I always sleep with that knife you gave me for my last birthday, and I used it on him, Changbin, I stabbed him and he moaned, and he is such a fucking loser that he sent his men to walk around for a while because he didn’t want them to listen to me because he was going to “fuck me like the whore I was”, that old fucker, he couldn’t get it up without snorting half a bag.” Hyunjin laughs without any humor in it.
“I know you want to bathe and sleep, you must be so tired, my darling, but there’s one last thing we must do before we kill that bastard once and for all.”
“Oh, yeah, but I also want to see Chan and Jeongin get their shot.”
They share a deep and slow kiss before Changbin pushes Hyunjin up to carry him to where Youngsik is being kept.
“I should live stream it to Hanji, but Luna is probably with him right now.” Hyunjin rambles and Changbin presses a kiss to his temple. “Baby, my love, I love you so much.”
Changbin knows his adrenaline levels are dropping and he is emotionally drained, he just needs Hyunjin to hold on a bit more.
“You’re the love of my life, let’s get this done once and for all.”
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