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He should've known better. Really, he should've known better.

It's one thing being attracted to somebody down on their luck, it's another when they're winking in the face of it. It should've sent warning flares Jihoon's way. But nope. Those eyes. That smile. The way his rounded teeth look deceptively sharper when he smirks, and that jawline. To die for.

All that despite being underneath atrocious fluorescent jail lighting.

He should've known better. Now he's here answering the telephone to his grinning boyfriend beyond the glass. Jihoon hitches his hood higher, pushing the sunglasses further up his nose. The officer in the corner responds by staring more sharply.

"Well, isn't my sweetheart beautiful today?" Soonyoung compliments immediately after leaning his mouth toward the receiver.

Jihoon glares at his stupid boyfriend. Getting captured doing one of his schemes was immensely idiotic.

"Can't say the same, prison orange makes you look like a clown."

Soonyoung chuckles, giving Jihoon a suggestive once-over. "Least, that means I'm funny."

They take a moment, letting the seconds pitter away, before Soonyoung places his palm against the glass, sighing heavily. Jihoon is reluctant of indulging Soonyoung, but he can't help feeling relieved when he places his hand against the glass.

"I miss you."

"Yeah, well you'll be released in a couple weeks."

"About that..."

Jihoon glares, ripping his hand away. "What did you do?"

Soonyoung chuckles. "Sweetheart, I meant to say I'm being released this weekend." Jihoon's eyes boggles, certainly his boyfriend wouldn't be released early for good behavior.

"Overcrowding?"

"Sweetheart, you have zero faith in me," Soonyoung shakes his head, clutching his chest dramatically. "Yeah, it's overcrowding."

"Good."

Soonyoung leans closer, whispering darkly, "Sweetheart, when I get my hands on you, you wouldn't be able to walk for as long as I was here."

Jihoon sighs, eyerolling. "That a promise or a threat?"

"C'moooon, you must've missed me."

"I missed your dick."

"And the way it slides inside your pretty pink pussy?"

Jihoon feels himself blushing, the officer’s eyes seemingly sharpening. "Soonyoung-"

"No, you're right, my sweetheart's independent. Passing an audition on Broadway." Soonyoung pauses, nodding at the officer, signaling his time. "Don't worry, after I'm out, I'll take care of you. I've got a plan."

"What?"

"I love you."

"Soonyoung-" Jihoon pauses, releasing a breath. It's not like he could change Soonyoung's mind. "I love you too."

A mistake, Jihoon thinks throughout his walk to the parking lot, entering his car before banging his fists on the wheel. Loving Soonyoung was a mistake. As he peels off, he adjusted the rearview mirror, watching the prison gradually growing smaller behind him.

But what a beautiful mistake Soonyoung was. He just hopes that mistake won't cost him everything.

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The bedsheets are cold and rough, they always are inside motels, but Jihoon relishes the feeling as it scrapes all over his front.

Soonyoung has him tied to the headboard by a belt, his tongue driving deep inside his cunt. All he can focus on are the headboard slats in front of him, thighs shaking. "Fuck Soonyoung!"

Soonyoung flutters his tongue lightly over Jihoon's folds, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Jihoon doesn't enjoy being teased, and usually Soonyoung never does it outside of a form of punishment, but perhaps tonight's different. It's his way of letting Jihoon know how he feels, craves for his body while on the inside. Every sympathetic flick of the tongue sent Jihoon longing even more.

Right now, Jihoon's dripping down his legs, whining, gasping, barely recognizing his own voice.

"Please, please, please," Jihoon begs, and Soonyoung finally pulls away, only to grab his dick and rub it between Jihoon's ass, sliding between his folds.

Jihoon arches his back, tugging at his restraint, feeling frustrated from not being able to do anything but writhe, pinned into place by Soonyoung's hands gripping the backs of his thighs tightly, squeezing his ass together and grinding his cock between them.

"Tell me what you want," Soonyoung instructs, slapping his ass. "Beg."

"Please, Soonyoung..."

The restraints on his wrists are probably leaving serious marks, his hands gripping white-knuckled onto the headboard. His skin feels sensitized, raw, and his voice cracks halfway between a moan and a sob.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, just –" Soonyoung slaps his ass twice.

"Language."

"Oh God, fuck me already," he whimpers, wanting so much to turn around and see the expression on Soonyoung's face. "Want your dick inside me. Want you to come inside, please, please –"

Jihoon can practically hear the smirk in Soonyoung's chuckle, grabbing his ass tightly before finally fucking him. Soonyoung fucks him so hard, Jihoon's face presses up between the headboard slats. The only thing keeping him upright is Soonyoung's hand tightly gripping his hair and dragging his head back.

They're both damp all over, sweat intermingling. Soonyoung's mouth leaves wet trails down Jihoon's neck and shoulder, and Jihoon longs to kiss those lips.

"Jesus, Jihoon-ah, your cunt is so fucking tight, so good, sweetheart."

Then Soonyoung's pushing him down with a hand behind his neck, suffocating him into the pillows. Jihoon feels his chest pressing back against the scratchy sheets, his distended nipples scraping deliciously against them as Soonyoung drives in faster and harder. Jihoon feels drool all over the pillows with his face pressed into them, almost losing his breath before Soonyoung pulls his head back up, moving his hand towards his neck and using it as leverage.

"Please, please, please," Jihoon chants, gasping and loose-tongued.

Soonyoung sneaks his hand towards his clit, rubbing hard circles, and Jihoon chokes on a scream as he finally comes. Soonyoung's efforts doubled, hitching Jihoon's hips upwards and hitting his spot so furiously.

Jihoon practically trembles from the oversensitivity, and Soonyoung slaps his shaking thighs.

"Take it, little bitch, take it," he grits, grabbing Jihoon's hips tight before driving in once, twice, and Jihoon feels Soonyoung's load shooting inside him.

"Please..." Jihoon mumbles blearily, eyes unable to focus, before finally passing out.

When Jihoon wakes up, he realizes it's already dark out, and he allows the scratchy comforter to drape across his hipbone a while longer. Letting it graze Soonyoung's half-hard cock briefly before rolling over, bracing for the frigid nighttime. He feels a twinge, shocking his buttocks, up his spine as he stretches languidly. He looks blearily around the shadow-cast room; it's only softly illuminated by the bedside lamp. Soonyoung's completely knocked out beside him—figures, he was the one working tirelessly to make Jihoon come three times. And now that he's happily satisfied with his catnap, Jihoon finds himself feeling thirsty.

Their clothes are haphazardly thrown around the room. He picks up his shorts thrown over a chair, before grabbing Soonyoung's oversized hoodie spilled halfway onto the carpet and halfway atop the tiled bathroom floor. There's a vending machine outside he remembered seeing, so he grabs a handful of crumpled cash from their table before leaving to get some refreshments.

Outside, the motel is freezing. He draws his hood up, zipping up the jacket for some semblance of coverage. Desserts are always freezing at night. Choosing a motel in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, complete with the flickering neon sign, the shady quietness of each bedroom, and the dubious swimming pool, is exactly where Jihoon from five years ago really didn't want to be. Albeit, his thoughts were more pessimistically leaning towards sleeping inside some random motel room after getting fucked by some shady music producer or executive to finally become an actual singer. At least he's with Soonyoung. Although he's not exactly less shady.

Jihoon indulges in the whirring of the machine as it swallows up his dollar. He frowns at the refreshments on display, seeing the telltale red and choosing the Coke Zero in a heartbeat. He presses, and he waits...

"Motherfucker!"

He bangs his two fists on the glass, watching disappointedly as it doesn't so much as stir the can of Coke Zero, leaning against it and caught between the springs. He sighs, thumping his forehead against the glass and wondering when his luck started turning to shit. It's probably from the day he was born, but no, there's an obvious timeline here.

It was a slow day; they've been gradually getting slower at Maestro. The gimmick's probably getting boring. They're not the first and certainly won't become the last strip club to fall victim to their tiresome gimmick. The neighboring cowboy-rodeo strip club was shut down a little over a month ago. The space-alien-themed one followed a week after that. And though Jihoon's hoping they're not heading for foreclosure, Jihoon hopes even more their concept won't change.

Monotonous as it was, Jihoon didn't choose to be a stripper at Maestro for stripping. Firstly, it's because he needed money, and secondly, Maestro's concept would allow him to sing.

They had one of those 60's jazz club-esque concepts where they performed strip shows while singing some sensual jazz songs. Whatever clothes they had being stripped one by one until they're almost entirely naked. It usually gets the crowd going, especially when he's grinding the floor, clutching a mic with one hand, caressing his pussy with another. Jihoon would strategically close his eyes, pretending he's losing himself while simultaneously pretending those claps were because he's singing and not because of his gyrating hips.

Singing's the only thing Jihoon ever wanted to do, and if stripping was the only way he could sing, then he'd happily accept. Except now, looking at the unimpressed crowd, Jihoon's beginning to think he won't be doing it for much longer.

"Break a leg," Jeonghan whispers in his ears as he's getting off stage before Jihoon takes over.

He hears the counts, the melody swelling, making sure his microphone is nicely secured inside his bra before opening his mouth for the first note. "Got my new gown, got my hair down..." he sings, gliding his gloved palms downward sensually, his golden sequence dress turning crimson, gradually flipping from the touch.

The heat of the spotlight pierces over him, so Jihoon flips his head, arching his back to offset the distraction.

"All I need now is the boy..." he continues, shaking his hips, strutting downstage, and walking amongst the handful of people in the crowd tonight.

Some businessman-type smoking a cigar beckoned him by snapping his fingers. The person looking probably as old as his father and twenty pounds overweight, so instead his eyes glaze over his pickings around the room before landing on...

Yes, he will do.

The man-- boy looks closer to his age, eyes tiger-sharp scanning everywhere else, but the performance—there's a dangerous glint to those eyes, and by God, he's fucking attractive. The boy doesn't startle when Jihoon drapes himself across his lap, kicking his legs, stiletto stretched high, before uncrossing them again. "Got my silk net..." he sings, nudging one gloved thumb against the other's lips. The man grows a slow smirk across his face, pulling his features dangerously attractively, before biting on the tips of Jihoon's thumb. "Got my heart set..."

Jihoon pulls, letting the man keep his glove, before slipping away.

"Got my five yards of beaded crêpe De chine on..."

Jihoon approaches another man, grazing his gloved fingertips against the man's arm, before dropping down slowly to his knees, shaking his hips when rising back up.

"Now all I need is a strong arm to lean on..."

He pinches off his other glove, throwing it towards the audience before strutting back on stage.

If he just appeared, we'll use this big town for a toy..."

Spinning around, he pulls on the chord pulling the dress together, dropping it on stage in a mess of beaded gold and crimson.

"And if he'll say that, darling, I'm yours..."

He sits on the edge of the stage, crossing and uncrossing his silk-netted legs, pushing his beaded corseted chest forward in a sensual arch, then trailing his fingers from his ankle up to his thigh, stretching his legs towards the sky.

There's a crowd gathering closer around him, but all Jihoon feels is the piercing gaze the boy is sending him from across the room. His golden silk glove draped across one of his thighs.

"I'll throw away my silk nets-- Yes!" He continues singing, stripping himself off one of the aforementioned silk nets.

"And every bead..." he strips another one.

"All I really need is the boy..."

He finishes the note, leaning towards the crowd, finishing up his routine before turning around preparing to perform his second routine when a hand suddenly grabs his ankle.

He yelps, wiggling his legs, but the man is deadweight, slobbering all over his thigh.

"Why don't 'cha take 'em all off, sweetcheeks?" he drawls, smelling nauseatingly of alcohol.

"Let go!" Jihoon shouts, looking around for the bouncers and seeing them struggling to get through the crowd. The man's fingertips dig into his thigh, and Jihoon yelps. That's it. "I said let go, motherfucker!"

Winding his arm back, Jihoon punches the guy square in the jaw.

He didn't get in trouble with the club, thankfully, but he spent overnight in jail for his effort.

It was awful. Apparently, the man was some pretty well-off businessman who had enough connections to pull Jihoon through a hellish night. He wasn't given enough time to redress in something other than the golden dress he'd walked out on stage in, and now the beads are beginning to create little indents on his skin.

The jail cell is freezing. The fluorescence is atrocious. The state of his skin is abysmal, all swallowed up in make-up and sweat. His right knuckle is becoming black-and-blue. Leaning against the concrete wall when sleeping gave him a stiff neck too. Regardless, he managed to give a winning smile when the officer announced, "Lee, someone bailed you out."

He practically skips his way outside, not even questioning who's posted his bail.

"To your left, Lee!" The officer instructs, and Jihoon teeters his way into booking.

The officer behind the glass wall stares exasperatedly at him, grabbing his stuff stating boredly, "Sir, are these your belongings?" Wiggling the plastic bag filled with his earrings and a necklace.

He nods, accepting the baggie through the metal slot.

"Please confirm you'll follow the officers to the exit room."

Jihoon lets the officer's lecturing fall into the background, leaning over to see the jail opening up to some new incomer. Except, he's not that new to Jihoon.

"Sir?"

There, the boy from the nightclub is carted by an officer, a slow smirk growing across his face as he noticed Jihoon. He's wearing the same shirt from yesterday without the outer coat, two of his buttons undone, and with his arms handcuffed behind him, he looks sturdy, his muscles bulging out. He gives Jihoon a wink before stumbling inside the cell, and Jihoon feels himself hot all over.

"Sir, are you listening?"

Jihoon walked out on his stilettos, dreading the journey back to his apartment. Though it seems he dreaded for nothing when a black Cadillac suddenly rolled up in front of him. The driver rolling down the tinted windows, asking, "You need a ride?"

Jihoon thinks... Fuck it, what's he got to lose?

He hops in, not expecting a gorgeous man sitting behind the wheel wearing a three-piece suit, but he counts his blessings anyway. God, it's raining men today.

"You're Jihoon, right?"

Jihoon feels goosebumps rising up his neck, cautious, "Yeah, and you are...?"

"Call me Seungcheol. My boss seemed to really loved your performance last night."

"How so?"

"He bailed you out, didn't he?"

Jihoon could only hope this boss wasn't one of those creepy old men in the audience last night.

Seungcheol must've seen the grimace on his face because he chuckled. "You don't gotta worry about those creeps. We took care a fair few of them, including that guy who attacked you."

The person who got him arrested. Jihoon sighs in relief before he eyes Seungcheol dubiously. "And by took care, you mean..."

"Took care," Seungcheol repeats, leaving it at that.

Seungcheol dropped him off in front of Maestro. "We'll be in touch," he says, seeing that somebody has come out for Jihoon, leaving him in relative safety before driving away.

"God, Jihoon! I was worried sick! I gathered up the tips. I wanted to bail you out, but there wasn't enough money. The others were being assholes. Who was that handsome guy driving you? Who bailed you out?" Jeonghan, another stripper at the Maestro, fusses over him.

Jihoon bats away his friend's concern, squinting at the skimpy, sheer outfit Jeonghan's wearing and the little angel wings on his back before realizing Jeonghan probably ran out when he's supposed to be performing just to pick him up. "Stop worrying; I'll explain everything. Alright, let's get inside first."

Three days later, Jihoon received a bouquet of roses inside his dressing room, with a sticky note requesting a date and a little smiley-winky face doodled on it. There's a number written on it, and Jihoon thought... Why not? So he called, discovering that the boy from the club then later in jail, and the person who bailed him out was the same person. Suddenly, he's planning to go to a restaurant on Saturday with him, Soonyoung. He seemed like a decent enough person.

Jihoon thumps his head against the glass again, groaning. Everything went downhill after meeting Soonyoung. But going down could feel amazing, thrilling sometimes, like a rollercoaster.

"Sweetheart?"

Jihoon jumps, feeling Soonyoung's sudden, chilly fingertips gripping around his midsection. He feels his hood being dropped as Soonyoung's kisses trail up his neck.

"What'cha doing out here? Missed you in bed."

"Wanted to get some coke, but it got stuck," he explains.

Soonyoung looks up from his kissing, glaring at the offending object murderously. Wordlessly, he pulls Jihoon behind him before pulling the glock from behind his back pocket, firing two shots into the glass.

Jihoon yelps, covering his ears, the bullet shattering the glass into a million miniscule pieces.

Soonyoung steps forward, clearing away the shattered glass and debris before grabbing the aforementioned can of coke and presenting it to Jihoon.

"Sweet coke for my sweetheart," he declares.

Jihoon sighs, eyerolling hard. Rollercoasters, he thinks, are only entertaining for so long. Otherwise, they become nauseating.

"You're fucking embarrassing."

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Thirteen, Jihoon mentally notes, seeing another cactus passing by. So far, he has counted thirteen cactuses, seven roadkills, and the three times Soonyoung has tried approaching the conversation Jihoon clearly doesn't want to have.

"Sweetheart?"

Jihoon pokes his head outside of the rolled-out window, sticking his tongue out.

"Jihoon-ah?"

The strong wind whips his hair back, and he giggles inwardly when he's sticking his hand out, wiggling them like they're riding the wave.

"Jihoon-ah!"

"What part of do not embarrass me, motherfucker, did you not understand?" Jihoon snaps suddenly, closing the window. "I told you, didn't I? You'd get arrested, and you did! And now you're barely a week out of prison, and you're planning something that's going to land you inside again?"

Jihoon swipes away the hand Soonyoung's attempting to place on his thighs, watching the tarmac ahead steadfastly until his eyes are burning. Soonyoung sighs deeply, staying quiet, allowing Jihoon to simmer down.

When he opens his mouth, Jihoon's blood boils again.

"I told you. If this agreement's successful, then we won't be worrying about anybody testifying because they'll be our accomplice. Besides, combining with them would ensure the empire to-"

"-Last longer?" Jihoon scoffs. "I fucking know. That's not what I fucking want. Soonyoung, I passed the audition for Broadway! I'm barely getting my life together. Does none of that mean anything to you?"

"Well, if your life was so spectacular when I was in the slammer, then maybe you should leave!"

Soonyoung clicks his tongue, grabbing a toothpick from the cupholder then sticking it into his mouth. Jihoon doesn't know what kind of expression Soonyoung has behind those sunglasses, but it's probably nothing positive.

To think they were pleasantly having make-up sex yesterday.

Jihoon reaches out, flicking on the radio, shaking his head.

"Sweetheart... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," Soonyoung relents first.

"I wanted you to come with me."

"Yes, I know that, sweetheart, but please consider..." Jihoon tunes Soonyoung out with the music blasting on the radio.

The first time Soonyoung met his parents was simultaneously Jihoon's first time discovering Soonyoung's 'business'. Turns out, the sneers and stares he receives from walking around town with his arms latched around Soonyoung's aren't because he's a well-known stripper around the area, and Soonyoung appears extremely loaded. Jihoon should've caught the tittle-tattle people were whispering amongst each other whenever they're passing by, because doing so would've informed him quicker than Soonyoung did that one Kwon Soonyoung is in actuality a mobster.

The young crime lord waltzed into his home, garnering wary looks from his parents that Jihoon's preparing to defend. At least until his parents pulled him aside, lecturing, "Jihoon-ah, I know money is tight, but do you have to date a mobster?"

And Jihoon's eyes bulged out of his head, because what? Then everything started clicking. The secrecy about his business. All those late nights where he'd run off looking fine only to return with bruises. The unending wealth he keeps spending on Jihoon. Not to mention the fact that he keeps lingering around Maestro. He's well aware it's typical for places like clubs and bars to be owned by some local crime organization, was completely aware Maestro is owned by the Kwons of the Kwon Empire, the junior Kwon, specifically after the father's death. But he hadn't heard Soonyoung mentioning his last name before and had brushed it off because... who cares?

The resulting dinner was tense, chalk-filled with his parents trembling fingers whenever passing their food along, and sidelong glances that revealed immense disapproval. It's not like they're unequivocally upstanding; they reside on the southside, paying their water bill four out of the twelve months in a year, and their electricity bills are always two weeks late because that's how long you can postpone them. But his parents always prided themselves on doing things legitimately, never doing anything detrimentally criminally negligent. Never getting worse than spending overnight inside a jail cell. Because the Lees are independent enough by themselves, and though their son is a stripper, they're proud Jihoon's paving his own way towards his dream.

Now he's dating a mobster.

Soonyoung wasn't even remorseful as it turned out, because directly after dinner with his parents, Soonyoung brought him to a Chinese restaurant, saying he's craving takeout for tomorrow's breakfast, only for Soonyoung to drag him towards the backroom so he could finish some business.

Jihoon didn't remember much, letting his mind wander along. He thinks he might've seen a gun, a briefcase, papers... or maybe cash flying everywhere. Soonyoung had punched his way through at least seven strong-looking men, dodging their returning punches expertly. And all Jihoon could think when seeing everything play out in the background of his attention is... fuck, his reputation was definitely tanking after this.

No way any local musical executives would accept his auditions now. Probably too afraid of Soonyoung anyways. Then there's Soonyoung, who's probably capable of pulling some strings, but damn wouldn't that be embarrassing? Asking the mobster boyfriend for help? What a cliché.

In the ensuing days, Soonyoung became belligerent, adopting a 'Now the cat's out of the bag, fuck it!' attitude by bringing Jihoon whenever there's business needing attending. Seemingly getting high off of the sensation of having his beautiful lover there paraded around, giving him support.

Jihoon would always get pissed, and Soonyoung would always distract by having sex right after.

Jihoon didn't realize it at first. But the more Soonyoung did it, the more Jihoon recognized the pattern of Soonyoung using sex as a pseudo-apology.

The first time, Jihoon didn't even realize Soonyoung had done anything wrong.

"Fuck babe, on the car?" Jihoon sighs when Soonyoung hitches him upwards on the red convertible.

He kisses a line up Jihoon's throat, grinning madly, before biting on a pulse point, sending Jihoon's moan echoing in the empty parking lot. "Why? Scared somebody will see?" He pulls Jihoon closer by the midsection, grinding their clothed crotches together before sneaking a hand up Jihoon's skirt. He rubs at his clit, thumbing the wet slit over Jihoon's panties, chuckling. "Seems like you're excited for it though. Already wet for me."

"Fuck."

“Dress tonight, huh?” Soonyoung looks down, flipping the red skirt upwards.

Jihoon bit down his grin, shrugging. “Tonight's a flamenco night, besides... don't tell me you don't like it."

“Fucking slut,” Soonyoung laughs, tucking his hand inside Jihoon's panties to rub his clits harshly. “Well, easy access for me,” looking pleased by Jihoon's moan before pinching the clit.

“Shit!" Jihoon whimpers, hips gyrating upwards as Soonyoung pinches harder. "Soonyoung!"

Soonyoung releases in favor of tugging Jihoon's spaghetti straps down and getting his mouth and hand all over his nipples. "Beautiful slut," he says, before biting one of the nipples and playing with the other one.

Jihoon screams, his legs nudging between Soonyoung's and teasing his clothed, hard cock.

Soonyoung grips his ankles harshly, splaying his legs open. "Impatient brat."

"I'm dying here."

"That so?" Soonyoung's hand moves up Jihoon's throat, pressing lightly. Jihoon only moans, splaying his thighs even wider as he fingers himself between his folds, relishing in the wet squelching. Soonyoung eyes it darkly. "Dramatic bitch."

Soonyoung's suddenly gliding his fingers over Jihoon's clit, between the folds, and wasted no time pumping two fingers inside of him. Jihoon gasps, practically splitting atop the trunk, having difficulty finding purchase with his heels balancing on the bumper. He pulls Soonyoung forward for a quick kiss, moaning into his mouth when Soonyoung crooks his fingers into his spot.

"You gonna come for me, babydoll?" Soonyoung speeds up his fingers, going in and out at a blinding speed. Practically eliciting shouts from Jihoon.

"Y-yes!" Jihoon screams, arching his back in a tight curve and spraying all over Soonyoung's front.

Soonyoung keeps pumping in and out, until Jihoon's whining at the overstimulation.

"Fuck," he breathes, unable to catch his breath before Soonyoung's going down on his knees to lick between his folds.

"Pretty fuck pussy," Soonyoung comments, rubbing tight circles on his clit and licking his way inside his hole.

"Aggh- Soonyoung-"

Jihoon feels his throat clogged with saliva, so overwhelmed with the sensation. Soonyoung alternates between sticking his tongue inside him while rubbing his clit, and licking and biting over his clit whilst he pumps his fingers inside. "So, fucking sweet for me, sweetheart," Soonyoung chuckles, biting on Jihoon's clit.

It doesn't take long before the squelching noises come back. Jihoon could feel himself tightening on Soonyoung's tongue. "Soonyo-" he gives as a warning before his back arches painfully, spraying Soonyoung all over his face.

When he gets up, Jihoon's pulling Soonyoung by the neck, kissing and tasting his own release on Soonyoung's tongue, moaning wantonly.

Soonyoung plays with Jihoon's nipples, cupping his chest and slapping them a couple times, eliciting an 'ah-ah-ah' from Jihoon. He snakes his fingers behind, grabbing Jihoon's ass and digging his nails in, kneading on the flesh. Jihoon hisses, biting his lips. Then Soonyoung's grinding his clothed dick on his sensitive, wet pussy, and Jihoon's practically screaming.

"I'm gonna tear you apart on my cock."

"Please," Jihoon begs, fingers fumbling with Soonyoung's zipper.

When he gets Soonyoung's cock out, he pumps it firmly, circling his fingers tightly and going at a slow pace.

"Bet'cha want me to stuff my cock in that tight throat," Soonyoung says when Jihoon's mouth falls open, tongue out. He presses two fingers inside, and Jihoon wraps his tongue around them immediately, sucking and humming contently. "Bet'cha like getting your holes filled up little slut."

Soonyoung slaps the curve of his ass, and Jihoon flinches, nodding obediently, never once seizing his pumping on Soonyoung's dick.

When Soonyoung forces the fingers inside his throat, Jihoon chokes. Soonyoung chuckles darkly. "Take it," he says, pressing one hand behind Jihoon's head to drive the finger further. "Fucking take it, bitch."

Jihoon feels tears stinging his eyes, it feels like hours passed by before Soonyoung finally released him and he's gasping and coughing. He feels lightheaded, the overhead street light shining above them disorienting him even more.

In his bleariness, Soonyoung arranges his limbs, batting Jihoon's hand away from his dick, taking it in his own hand before lining up and driving in so hard Jihoon feels it filling up his throat.

"Fuck!" Jihoon screams.

Soonyoung twists his nipples in response. "You keep forgetting to mind your language tonight, slut."

"Please," Jihoon begs, nuzzling Soonyoung's neck and teetering like a ragdoll. "Please, please, please."

"Please what?"

"Come inside me."

Soonyoung doesn't need to be told twice. He grips Jihoon's hips tightly before driving in and out at a disorientingly fast pace. Jihoon feels his ass bumping over and over onto the trunk, figuring they'll probably leave a dent when Soonyoung doubles his speed.

"Fucking tight cunt, little slut..." Soonyoung says in pieces, "Goddamn whore."

Jihoon's sure by now whoever’s around will hear them, even in such a large empty space. The sound of skin on skin slapping filling his ears.

It doesn't take long for his stomach to feel that telltale tightness, and he's warning, "I'm gonna come-"

"No."

"Wh- Soonyoung-"

"No!" Soonyoung repeats before pulling out entirely. He splits Jihoon's thighs apart, cupping his cunt before slapping it.

Jihoon screams. Soonyoung slaps his pussy again and again before shoving three fingers in crooking them upwards. "Who does this pussy belong to?" Soonyoung questions darkly.

Jihoon only whines in response, and Soonyoung's suddenly pulling his fingers out, watching the way Jihoon clenches on nothing. "Who-" he pinches Jihoon's clit, tugging relentlessly. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

Jihoon yelps, feeling tears rushing down his face, blood drawn from his lips as he bites down. "You! Fucking- You! Soonyoung please."

Soonyoung releases his hold before taking his cock, driving back in, and continuing his relentless pace. "Watch that mouth," he warns, but Jihoon's already lost in the pleasure yet again.

It takes less than a minute before Soonyoung's spilling inside him, pulling at Jihoon's hips harshly to drive himself deeper. Leaning closer towards Jihoon's ear, he whispers, "Come." And Jihoon's coming for the third time, his pussy clenching so hard it drives Soonyoung impossibly deeper.

They stay there, panting harshly, coming down from their highs. It takes a moment for Jihoon to disentangle himself from Soonyoung enough to stand back up, feeling both his and Soonyoung's release dripping down his legs.

"I'll grab some tissues," Soonyoung says, going inside the car.

In the quietness of everything, Jihoon feels the ringing in his ears finally subside, and the sound of the cicadas comes filtering through. He closes his eyes, tugging his spaghetti straps up before leaning his head back, enjoying the night air, and-

thump

He feels the trunk rattle a bit. Turning around, he sees Soonyoung still rummaging for that tissue, and he frowns, confused, and then- thump thump thump.

Soonyoung immerges with the tissues, going down on his knees to clean Jihoon up before pulling his panties back up, but Jihoon's still distracted.

"What was that?" Jihoon asks, pointing at the trunk.

"What was what?"

thump thump thump

"Shit, the sedative wore off."

"The sedative?" Jihoon feels his eyebrows going up his forehead. He's putting distance between him and the trunk at lightning speed, feeling furious and mortified simultaneously. "You're telling me some poor motherfucker's inside your trunk right now?"

Soonyoung has the gall to look sheepish as he scratches behind his neck. "I kinda forgot when I picked you up for date night."

"Forgot?"

Jihoon stalks towards the trunk, popping it open angrily, and sure enough—there's a man, bruised, bound, and gagged, looking pleadingly up at him. Jihoon feels pressure building behind his eyes, and he presses his fingers onto his eyelids to release it.

"You were supposed to bury him in the junkyard, weren't you?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Urggh," Jihoon grumbles, stomping towards the driver’s seat and ignoring Soonyoung's begs for forgiveness.

He hears the trunk closing, Soonyoung stalking over the driver’s side, asking, "What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Jihoon flips Soonyoung off, starting the engine before driving away.

"Babe!" Soonyoung screams.

He left Soonyoung in the parking lot that night, feeling satisfied when he found Soonyoung still there in the morning. He hadn't called for Seungcheol, which means he understood he was left there as punishment, and Jihoon forgave him for his mishaps. And the ones after that. And the ones after. Perhaps he shouldn't've been so lenient.

He tunes back in somewhere along Highway 95, when Soonyoung turns them towards a pretty sizeable pitstop, there's a diner and a gas station with those little arcade games upfront. He sees Seungcheol's SUV already parked, the aforementioned waving to get their attention.

Once they're parked, Jihoon launches towards the arcade game wordlessly, ignoring Soonyoung's warning of, "Stay close!"

The electronic sound of pixelated monsters being killed by miniscule laser beams sooths Jihoon's nerves surprisingly effectively. Having his frustrations directed at killing the make-believe creatures successfully stops him from attempting it on Soonyoung.

He remembers that one-time Soonyoung stick-up at the local arcade. It was a week after meeting his parents, a week after Jihoon discovered Soonyoung's highly hazardous occupation. It was a date night; everything had been so easy-going when they played all the games in the arcade. Soonyoung had won him a stuffed animal from those little claw machines. It was when an offhanded comment from the clerk about having Jihoon grind on his lap once suddenly set Soonyoung off.

He had drawn his gun, shooting them at the ceiling before telling everybody to get out, pointing the gun back at the trembling clerk, instructing him to hand over all the money inside.

God, Jihoon remembered the shade of crimson stuck on his cheeks when he trudged back to his apartment, embarrassed by the trigger-happy boy trailing behind him like a puppy.

"Surprised your legs are still working with Soonyoung back."

Jihoon doesn't even flinch when Jeonghan shows up, slurping his cup of smoothie, leaning against the arcade game.

Instead, he smirks. "You have Seungcheol through all this time, what's your excuse? Getting dicked down every day gets you adapting?"

"Please," Jeonghan snorts. "With your boy in prison this past year, Seungcheol's been busy running everything. I could barely sneak in some quickie here and there."

Jihoon chuckles before refocusing on the game, doubling his grip on the joystick, and smashing the buttons furiously. Jeonghan flinches.

"Trouble in paradise, darling?" Jeonghan asks, always incredibly perceptive of Jihoon's emotion. They had to when working at Maestro, having each other's back was their survival method.

Jihoon could never deny Jeonghan of the truth.

"Wish Soonyoung would quit it already. It's not like we're not swimming in money as is, I don't know why he's insisting on doing this deal."

Jeonghan hums, leaning his straw towards Jihoon, so he'll take a sip. "It's legacy darling. Soonyoung's name is on this because his father's was."

Jihoon understands that much. There's always this slight gleefulness whenever Soonyoung does his business. It always unnerves Jihoon knowing Soonyoung takes pleasure in being a mobster. But it's not like he's obligated to continue when his father, his former enforcer, is already dead and buried. From the stories, it doesn't seem like Soonyoung respected his father much either. So Jihoon couldn't understand why Soonyoung couldn't just leave since he's calling the shots. Enjoy the riches, sure, but leave all these mobster businesses behind. Unless, of course... it's because Soonyoung's addicted to the life.

And if that's true, well...

"You're not bothered by Seungcheol being in the mob?" Jihoon throws the question to Jeonghan. The older has always been considerably more reckless than he was. No matter how much jail time, threats of prison time even, Jeonghan wouldn't even wait two seconds before stirring some shit and landing his ass back behind bars.

Even before Seungcheol, Jeonghan wouldn't hesitate to pinch something from the convenience store whenever tips were running dry, or stealing that new perfume, or running out on their meals without paying. Having met Seungcheol through Jihoon had created the perfect Bonnie and Clyde, it seems. Because being with Seungcheol, a well-respected mobster, the right-hand-man of the person manning the ship, had exacerbated Jeonghan's recklessness even more.

Jeonghan seems to realize this, chuckling. "Sweetheart, maybe Soonyoung fucked something lose inside that noggin after all. Don't 'cha remember? I may look like an angel, darling, but an angel I am not." Jeonghan shakes the empty cup before crushing it, throwing it unconcernedly behind him. "This life called to me a long time ago."

Jihoon hums, knowing that's about where their agreement ends. "Yeah, well... it's not me."

They're back on the road too soon. Jeonghan happily skipping towards Seungcheol to continue their criminally negligent road trip, meanwhile Jihoon spends the car ride tuning out Soonyoung's pleads.

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They're staying at another motel, cleaner, but no better. It's closer to tomorrow's meeting location, and the whole motel's booked by Soonyoung's men.

A habit Soonyoung always has before doing one of his bigger businesses is to lock himself in the bathroom for hours, running the water in the showers just to think. Knowing this, Jihoon uses the time to prepare himself.

There's a handful of things he wanted to say regarding tomorrow's 'deal' that Soonyoung seems to always ignore. If talking doesn't get through his thick skull, then perhaps Jihoon should hit Soonyoung at his weakest point. Himself.

You can kill Soonyoung, and he'll go peacefully, but the second somebody hurts Jihoon, he's crawling out of that grave.

So, he asked Jeonghan to buy some supplies together, using Seungcheol as their bodyguard so Soonyoung wouldn't worry. Now he's back, with supplies hidden underneath the chair, his make-up done, his hair styled, and his body covered in a tight white dress with a cut-out on the right side of his midsection, showing his toned abs. He's wearing heels, resting on the sofa as he leans his body sideways, holding his head up with his hand, twirling a handcuff around his finger. He's set up a chair opposite the sofa for Soonyoung later. There's a slow song playing, the lyrics were too relatable to not play. Perhaps Soonyoung would listen to them.

"If you wanna go and be stupid
Don't do it in front of me
If you don't wanna cry to my music
Don't make me hate you prolifically
Please, please, please (Please)..."

He doubts it. Though his body talks, Soonyoung always listens to that.

The bathroom door clicks open, and steam comes out. Soonyoung, in black slacks and a wifebeater, exits with his face buried in a towel.

Jihoon straightens, waiting until Soonyoung notices. When he does, he might as well catch flies with that mouth hanging open.

"What's this, sweetheart?"

Jihoon smirks. time to reel it in. "You know, I remembered that time you got arrested. I was surprised you hadn't been arrested much before then, but the last... the cops dragged you away in handcuffs, and your face was all bloody. You were smiling, your teeth all pinkish," Jihoon chuckles, sitting up to dangle the handcuff in his hand. "These are supposed to restrain you, make you weak." Jihoon stands, walking circles around Soonyoung, heels clacking softly on the carpeted floor. He drags his hands up Soonyoung's chest, around his back, before dragging Soonyoung by the shirt collar to sit on the chair.

"But you know what I think?" Jihoon asks, moving behind the chair and pulling Soonyoung's hand behind his back to handcuff them. He stands, leaning down to whisper in Soonyoung's ear. "I think you looked dangerous."

Soonyoung's breath hitches deliciously when he says this. Jihoon takes in the want in Soonyoung's eyes as he stands before his boyfriend.

"What is this?" Soonyoung asks, his voice breaking.

"I wanted you to know how I feel, that's all," Jihoon shrugs. "Won't you let me, darling?"

Soonyoung nods, apparently struck speechless, and Jihoon closes his eyes, listening to the music, letting the beat overcome his body, muscle memory taking over from years working at Maestro. He moves his hips first, grinding hard and dirty alongside the bass line, and when the guitar kicks in and his whole torso undulates, head thrown back to drag in air.

Jihoon practically throws himself into the beat, rolling his hips and dragging his hands down his chest, feeling fresh sweat blooming under his palms as he starts to really get into it. Soonyoung's sweating visibly, if Jihoon can see his hands, he's sure they're white-knuckled, clenched hard behind the chair.

Jihoon moves in closer, turning around to sit himself on Soonyoung's lap, hips still moving to the beat. Soonyoung's hips twitches when Jihoon finally gets the alignment right, working his hips over Soonyoung's hardening cock.

"Fuck... Jihoon-ah,” Soonyoung groans.

The last chorus kicks in, and Jihoon grinds harder, rocking backwards until he’s covered in Soonyoung's sweat and perspiration. Soonyoung is panting, starting to push up unconsciously into the pressure of Jihoon's hips.

Their faces are very close together, if Jihoon turns his head, they could kiss-

The music stops, and Jihoon stands back up. With Soonyoung sitting, looking up at him, the mobster looks small, demure even, ready for Jihoon to do whatever with.

He puts his fingers underneath Soonyoung's chin tilting it up, leaning down to barely brush their lips together. Soonyoung leans up, chasing a kiss that Jihoon pulls back from with a smirk.

"I'm going to choke myself on your cock, make it nice and wet, and then I'm gonna ride it," he whispers seductively, and Soonyoung groans, chasing his lips again, only for Jihoon to pull away completely.

"Sweetheart, you're killing me."

Jihoon eyerolls, "Dramatic."

The music in the background has changed into something with a low beat, and when Jihoon catches the rhythm, he swings his hips all the way down to his knees. He takes his time popping the button on Soonyoung's slack, using his teeth to pull the zipper down. When he finally wraps his hand around Soonyoung's cock, Soonyoung bucks wildly, groaning.

"Fuck," Soonyoung groans, already rock hard and realizing he wouldn't last, couldn't. Not with Jihoon on his knees, looking up with deceitfully innocent eyes, licking his lips, and smearing his lipstick a little.

"Don't move, okay, baby?" Jihoon instructs, "Be good to me tonight."

Soonyoung bites his lip and presses his hips firmly against the chair.

Satisfied, Jihoon begins jerking Soonyoung's cock slowly and tight, smearing pre-cum all over. Soonyoung heavily leaned his head back. Jihoon laughs softly before cutting it short by putting Soonyoung's cock inside his mouth.

"Fuck!" Soonyoung bucks his hips, and Jihoon gives a warning glare. Soonyoung whines almost embarrassingly high. "Sweetheart, you know it kills me not to touch you."

Soonyoung practically moans, seeing Jihoon's mouth wet and warm, licking along the vein of his cock before pulling off with an obscene pop, hand still moving on Soonyoung's cock. "Make me happy tonight, baby. You want me to be happy, don't you?"

Soonyoung nods his head hard.

"Good."

Holding eye contact, Jihoon teasingly licks the head of Soonyoung's cock. He wraps his lips around the head, licking and sucking until Soonyoung's biting back moans. He breathes deep before going slowly down until his nose hits Soonyoung's pubes, letting his teeth graze lightly as he slowly pulls up. He does this repeatedly, increasing the speed each time. Until he's practically slamming Soonyoung's cock down his throat, the noises coming out dirty as it bounce around the room.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Soonyoung chants blearily before Jihoon slams himself down, holding himself there on Soonyoung's cock. "Fuck!" Soonyoung screams, feeling Jihoon's throat pulsing around his dick.

Jihoon stays for thirty seconds-ish pulling out with an obscene wet sound, his breath labored and his cheeks red. "You taste nice, babe," Jihoon mutters, voice deliciously raspy.

He's gotten Soonyoung nice and hard for him to ride, but he plans on taking his time. So, grabbing the supplies underneath the chair, Jihoon slips on the cock-ring when Soonyoung's still blissed out.

"Wh-whu?" He blearily mumbles, eyes widening at the cock-ring, "Hoon-ah."

"Oh, that's right!" Jihoon says cheerily before grabbing another item from his bag supply.

The duct tape he pulls out is the strong kind. He knows, because it's what Soonyoung uses to gag his victims. Tearing a piece off he places it over Soonyoung's mouth.

"There- now you can make me happy," Jihoon smirks, stepping back to slowly rid himself of his panties.

Soonyoung sees the wet red lace going down with longing eyes, and Jihoon drags his nails up his thighs, catching his skirt and giving Soonyoung a peek of his pussy. Slowly, Jihoon licks his fingers before sticking them down, alternating between slow circles against his clit and pumping between his folds.

"Oh, baby," Jihoon moans, throwing his head back. "I'm so wet for you, bet you wish you could touch my tight little pussy.

Soonyoung struggles against his restraints, his voice muffled behind the tape as he begs, and Jihoon chuckles darkly.

"Don't worry, darling, I'm not done," he assures, moving forward before slowly sitting himself on Soonyoung's lap. Jihoon adjusts his position before raising himself up, aligning Soonyoung's member with his opening, and then sinking down slowly, moaning loudly in Soonyoung's ears.

"Shit," Jihoon lets out, pausing from the intrusion, when he's swallowed Soonyoung to the hilt. "Your dick feels nice and hard for me," he says before slowly moving up and down.

The chair is somewhat small, his legs slipping a little, but Jihoon's too far gone to care. He drags the top of his dress down until his chest is popping out. He caresses Soonyoung's cheek with one hand, playing with his chest and nipples with the other, cupping, twisting, squeezing.

"Bet you wish you could get your mouth on these pretty little tits too, huh?" Jihoon laughs darkly, cutting himself off, when his gyrating hips finally find the right spot.

Leaning his body back, gripping on Soonyoung's knees, Jihoon doubles his speed, bouncing up and down until squelching noises and his moans fill the room. He slams himself down hard, feeling Soonyoung matching his speed and force, bucking his hips upwards harshly.

Jihoon's moans get higher and higher, and he trails a finger down to rub at his clit. "I'm gonna come for you," he says, slamming his hips down hard once, twice, and he's screaming, arching his back, and spraying on Soonyoung's cock.

He can feel Soonyoung still bucking up throughout his release, trying pointlessly to chase his own. He's whining now behind the tape, and if Jihoon leans just a little bit closer, he might see tears in Soonyoung's eyes.

Jihoon collapses onto Soonyoung for a second, panting to catch his breath. He feels the electricity slowly exiting his body, giving little zings along the way whenever Soonyoung's cock twitches inside him.

Pulling back, he smiles at Soonyoung's struggling, panicking form. Combing his fingers through Soonyoung's hair, he moves them to stroke softly on Soonyoung’s cheeks.

"Baby, what's worse, being unable to speak or not being listened to?" He pulls off Soonyoung, whining and standing on shaking legs. He gathers his strength quickly, not wanting to show any weaknesses in front of Soonyoung now. He leans down, stroking his thumb over the tape over Soonyoung's mouth, feeling out the shape of Soonyoung's lips before leaning down and kissing him.

Soonyoung's looking at him with a piercing look that promises a storm, body flexed and rigid, but the sight of the still hard cock between his lap empowers Jihoon to not back down. "Told you I'd show you how I feel, didn't I?" Jihoon teases, slapping Soonyoung's cheek once before removing himself from his boyfriend’s vicinity.

He cleans himself up, redressing in some more comfortable clothes, checking his face in the mirror to see his state, and nodding when deeming it satisfactory. He gathers his things in a bag, moving to exit and pausing by the threshold. He looks back at Soonyoung's thrashing form.

"You've gotten outta handcuffs before, right?" Jihoon tilts his head innocently, grinning when Soonyoung only thrashes more in response. "Good. I'm staying with Jeonghan and Seungcheol for tonight. Later!" He says cheerfully before leaving Soonyoung to his devices.

If Soonyoung uses sex as a distraction for his business, then Jihoon's going to use sex to show him how he really feels about those businesses.

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"Are we gonna talk about it?"

"Is the answer something I wanna hear?" Jihoon watches Soonyoung stiffen in his peripheral. "Then no, we're not gonna talk about it."

"This deal is massive, Jihoon-ah, we'll be secure for life!"

Soonyoung presses the gas pedal further, speeding towards the warehouse. Here goes the same argument again, Jihoon thinks. How Soonyoung would finally become less hands-on. How their wealth would become ridiculously abundant, Jihoon wouldn't have to work anymore. How this would guarantee them security.

But it'll still intertwine Soonyoung with this life, and that inevitably brings risks of being caught by authorities, or worse, their enemies. Seeing Soonyoung covered in bruises always sends Jihoon into a panicking tailspin, he doesn't know what would happen if Soonyoung came back inside a body bag.

Then there's the matter of Jihoon's career. Jeonghan might feel satisfied becoming a kept man, but Jihoon has dreams, aspirations. Dreams that Soonyoung promised he could support in a method Jihoon doesn't want to go about achieving said dreams.

If Jihoon's resorting to Soonyoung when achieving his goals, might as well not dream anything at all.

"What do I give two-shits about that, Soonyoung? -- You wanna be murdering people in your seventies? Becoming your father? I never agreed to this, seeing you dragged away by the cops, not knowing if you'll return home alright whenever you leave the house! All I ever wanted was to become a singer, probably settle down after, live a quiet comfortable life, but instead I'm stuck with you!"

"Well then fucking leave!"

"I can't, you fucking asshole!" Jihoon screams, finding his voice breaking and his cheeks surprisingly damp. He feels fragile. Being too overwhelmed with his frustrations towards Soonyoung stopped him from realizing until now the worry interlaced between that emotion. This warehouse-deal could turn horribly wrong. "I can't. I tried, shit, I tried. Soonyoung, if I loved myself more than I loved you, I'd be flying to New York right now instead of accompanying you on some... demented send-off to get your shit rocked by another batshit mobster because you liked acting insane."

Soonyoung remains wordless after that, glancing occasionally at Jihoon breaking down on the passenger seat. They reach the warehouse quicker than anticipated. From then forward, they're busy lining their cars, preparing weapons, and following Soonyoung's barking orders.

He sees Seungcheol regrouping after kissing Jeonghan, letting him go settle up with Jihoon inside the car. They're waiting some distance away, hopefully safely, considering the couple of armed guards left behind.

The men begin approaching the building, Soonyoung lingering behind.

"Aren't 'cha gonna send him off?" Jeonghan questions.

"No," Jihoon states steadfastly. Then Soonyoung's looking back at him like saying goodbye and- "Yes- fuck."

Jihoon runs straight into Soonyoung's arms, letting their foreheads lean together, sharing their breaths.

"I love you too, you know, that right? I love you more than shitty deals. I love you more than anything in this world."

Jihoon nods furiously because he knows, obviously, he knows. Soonyoung's just a little stupid and a lot reckless sometimes.

"I know." Jihoon cups Soonyoung's cheek before leaning to plant a lingering, deep kiss. Pulling away was difficult, but he caresses his thumb on Soonyoung's cheek to cover his reluctance. "Don't embarrass me in there motherfucker."

He lets Soonyoung leave eventually, watching from a safe distance inside the car.

One thing the movies never gets right about these scenarios is they're looong, almost hours-long duration. Of course, it's probably because they're condensed for time, but still... if Jihoon knew, he wouldn't've so readily agreed to join these trips to support Soonyoung. But once he started, he found himself unable to stop without worrying endlessly whenever Soonyoung left.

But it does get pretty boring, even Jeonghan's snoring softly beside him. This deal is the boring type—more of a business agreement than anything. Though boring means safe—at least relatively, so Jihoon gladly accepts boring.

His eyes are beginning to drift, following Jeonghan's footsteps, when the first gunshot rings loudly. Even from considerably far away, it was loud, unmistakable.

Jihoon rolls the window down, poking his head to beckon one of the guards’s attention.

"What the fuck is going on out there?" He asks, and the man shrugs, grabbing his radio and furiously asking for their status.

Then another gunshot rings, then another, even Jeonghan's startled awake from his beauty sleep.

"What's going on?" He mumbles blearily.

"I don't know."

Every other guard except one immediately ran towards the warehouse. Gunshots are heard nonstop, alongside blood-curdling screams. There's some sort of smoke coming through the crevices, a little initially before it develops into ginormous plumes.

Jihoon exits the car first, with Jeonghan following behind him, and they're sprinting towards the warehouse. The lone guard chases after them, begging them to come back, screaming that it's not safe.

But Jihoon's pushing through the warehouse door, going behind one of the barrels off towards the side, and dragging Jeonghan alongside him. They're peaking their heads, dodging bullets while simultaneously trying to see through the smoke. A bunch of men—theirs and not—come out of the smoke bleeding, limping.

Jihoon sees their men chasing those stragglers down, shooting them in the head, dragging them back towards the smoke.

"Cheollie!" Jeonghan pokes his head out when he sees Seungcheol limping from between the smoke.

"Hannie, what're you-" His eyes widen, spotting Jihoon as well. "Fuck, you both need to leave right now, c'mon!"

Jihoon struggles throughout Seungcheol and Jeonghan dragging him outside.

"What the hell happened?" Jihoon demands, but when Seungcheol only pants, he pushes the mobster's chest hard, repeating, screaming, "What the hell happened?"

"Soonyoung-- he changed his mind."

"What?"

"He killed them all. The deal's broken."

What? Jihoon thinks, running back towards the warehouse with Seungcheol trying to stop him.

He gets about halfway before something inside explodes, sending him backwards and thumping towards the ground. He watches blearily as the warehouse is consumed by flames in front of him, feeling his heart plummet towards the ground.

"No..."

He can feel the tears welling up, fingernails digging painfully towards the ground when suddenly a figure emerges from the flames. Seungcheol draws his gun up beside Jihoon, observing warily as the figure comes closer.

"Soonyoung?" Jihoon's already up on his feet before receiving a reply.

Soonyoung stumbles into his arm, suit torn to pieces, gashes littering his arms and chest. His nose is bleeding, and when he smiles, his teeth look pink, but it's the most beautiful sight Jihoon has ever seen.

Soonyoung's chuckling through his tears, and Jihoon's wiping them away, unable to fight off his own.

"I thought the agreement was for a collaboration."

"Yeah..." Soonyoung shrugs, wincing when it rattles his wound. "But like you said, killing them means I could walk away."

"What?" Jihoon pauses, not quite believing what Soonyoung's insinuating.

"I'm leaving the Kwon Empire to Seungcheol. He was father's right-hand man, his adopted son, he's as much of a Kwon as me. He could handle everything."

"Are you serious?"

Soonyoung hitches him closer by the midsection, leaning his face down. "Deadly, my darling."

God, Jihoon could kiss him—what the fuck is he thinking?—he could! Leaning up, Jihoon grabs Soonyoung by the neck, driving their lips together in a bruising kiss, full of tongue and clashing teeth. They stay like that until the smoke from the warehouse fire feels suffocating and they're pulling away, giggling like madmen.

"D'you think if we speed down the highway towards the airport, we'll make it to New York in time for your Broadway thing?"

Jihoon laughs. God, he loves this idiot. Shaking his head, he pulls Soonyoung down for another kiss, praying to the universe...

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