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What a nuisance.
Junyeong stared at the laptop screen, a deep frown formed on his face as he bit his lips.
Kim Yohan was supposed to be his next victim. A lost phone left on the sidewalk. A cracked screen that someone had accidentally broken. A routine drop-off to the small yet suspicious repair shop . Yohan came in quiet, politely thanked the technician with a small nod and slipped the phone right back into his coat pocket like nothing had happened. Completely unaware of the little invader in his phone.
He was supposed to be a new exciting prey.
But reality didn’t live up to Junyeong’s expectation, this man’s life has nothing to do with his phone. Most days, you’d think he didn’t even have a phone. It sits in his vest’s pocket like a decoration, waiting to call or to be called. He owned the newest model, yet Yohan treated it like a cellphone from the 80s. The man had no Instagram, no Netflix, no Tiktok, no close contact, no hidden social media account, no late-night chatting with friends. Only occasionally work related calls or texts.
Junyeong had possessed Kim Yohan’s phone for about a week now, yet he found nothing interesting. It’s a low blow for the stalker, his notes about Yohan’s not even filled halfway through after days of trying. It’s frustrating. Yohan had really provoked him, in a way.
Definitely a nuisance.
But this was not the first time Junyeong had encountered a low-profile victim, and he had learned exactly what to do in circumstances like this. He didn’t need a second guess, didn’t need a rehearsal. The next move was already decided, that he would approach Kim Yohan directly. And from there, everything else would fall neatly into place.
****
Following the location on Yohan’s phone, Junyeong spotted him going into a bar. He recognized the bar right away, it was one of the most famous places in Seoul. Needless to say, Kim Yohan is wealthy.
The bar was dim, red and gold neon lights gleamed on the black marble wall made it look expensive. Inside, the air clung heavily with wooden fragrance and the scent of lavish alcohol. The bar looked neat and modern, and it suits Yohan very well. He looked like he came here every Friday night to talk about politics and business, dressed in tailored suits and exquisite cologne.
Yohan was drinking alone. He swirled the amber liquid slowly and let the ice melt just enough before sipping it like water.
From behind, Yohan’s broad shoulders looked lonely. The man sat at the bar counter quietly facing away from the world. When they first met at the phone repair store, Junyeong assumed he must’ve been some crazy-rich businessman, the type that everyone desires or tries to flirt with him all the time. But now, watching him under the low bar light, Junyeong wasn’t sure. Yohan just sat there in silence, no one ever dared to sit next to him, they would only give some stolen glances and whispers occasionally. He was the kind of man that people noticed but never approached.
It wasn’t just an opportunity for the stalker, it was a damn invitation.
Junyeong walked forward. He knew he must be careful when approaching this specific prey, because Kim Yohan was no easy target, but that’s what made the game interesting.
He slid onto the seat next to Yohan, ordering the same cocktail, eyes glancing at the man. And damn, Yohan looked good. Junyeong knew this already, but seeing the real thing up-close is a whole different experience. The dim light of the bar complimented Yohan’s appearance well. He looked like he just walked straight out of an action movie poster, with shadows cut in all the right places and red lights highlighting his sharp features. It felt like a crime that he didn't have a partner yet.
The original plan was to encounter the CEO, somehow befriend him and if possible, seduce him. He needs to get closer to Yohan first, then dig out more valuable details.
“Hi” Junyeong smiled sweetly, didn’t even try to hide his intention.
The other man just glanced at him briefly, gaze still cold as ever, and then went back to sipping his holy water.
“I can’t tell if you’re trying to look mysterious or it’s just the way you are.” Junyeong fake pouted, still looking at Yohan with amusement.
“Are you the cold-hearted CEO of a million dollar company that often appeared in webtoon?”
Yohan chuckled at that. “Is it necessary to know?”
Seemingly happy that he got a response from Yohan, Junyeong beamed at the man excitedly, “Yes, for me it is.”
Currently, Junyeong had successfully got his prey’s eyes on him. Yohan stared back at the man with a quiet gaze, his amusement so well-hidden that Junyeong almost didn’t see the corner of Yohan’s lips curling up vaguely.
“Are you asking so that you could apply for a job?”
The stalker laughed out loud, is he testing me or is he naturally funny?
“Why, I don’t look like a gold digger approaching rich men for their money and glory? Shame you only think of me as an ordinary worker.”
“You look like both. But you look more like you’re employed, so I’m guessing you’re a… gold digger approaching rich men for their money.”
“And glory,” Junyeong added.
“And glory.”
The CEO’s smile lingered. A calculated, measured and curious smile. He turned to face Junyeong now, glass still in hand.
“You’re either reckless or very confident,” Yohan slightly leaned forward, and, with a low voice. “Don’t you know who I am?”
Junyeong grinned, taking a lazy sip from his drink, the taste felt weird on his tongue.
“I’m actually trying to find out.” He gave Yohan a sulking look, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “But apparently a certain someone wanted to play mysterious.”
The man chuckled. “What’s your name?”
“How would I know if you’re asking my name so you could stalk me and threaten my family? I’d rather you tell me your name first.”
“You really don’t know who I am?” Yohan blinked, just once, like it’s the first time he heard that. And Junyeong must admit, a dumbfounded look coming from the CEO is amusing, considering his usual cool and collected demeanor. “I might have been a bit overconfident, then. I thought everyone in this bar must have at least heard my name once from the news, or from internet gossip.”
“Sorry, I’m just not that chronically online.” Junyeong smiled, eyes glistening.
Of course Kim Yohan is a big name in the Korean press. And even though Junyeong didn’t own a phone, he sometimes heard Yohan’s name on the news or podcasts. Story about a corrupted CEO with background being a promising young man. It’s almost touching, considering the future he could have had.
Yohan had been involved in all kinds of rumor and gossip. After hours of searching the man’s name online, Junyeong read unhinged hearsays like how Kim Yohan killed the former CEO of Goldman in order to have that position, or like the man would always has illegal insane gambling sessions every night and he actually got rich from that, he has been seen in many casinos just after he got released from jail, winning from one game to another.
“Kim Yohan.”
Yohan’s reputation in the gambling world was like sketch paper turned into money, when you gamble, you know Yohan.
“But you don’t seem like the type to go here often.” Yohan looked directly into Junyeong’s eyes. The stalker felt chills sent down his spine. So that’s what a powerful aura feels like.
Very CEO-like of him. Very intimidating. Very terrifying.
“My name is Oh Junyeong. And you don’t seem like the type to talk to strangers often.” Junyeong answered, amusement clear in his voice.
“I really don’t.” Yohan smiled. His eyes flickered down to Junyeong’s lips once, just once, but Junyeong knew Yohan had already taken the bait. “Do you always talk to strangers like you already know how the night ends, Junyeong-ssi?”
Now, Junyeong was not an idiot. He knew it would be suspicious for him to approach Yohan like this, with intention stripped bare, eyes inviting, flirting, trying to get close to the man without any coincidently matched hobbies or ideals. Junyeong often uses that tactic on his prey, accidentally liking the same baseball team, accidentally having something his target had been looking for, accidentally attending the same event, and somehow they would all fall for it. But Yohan was no ordinary prey.
After wasting days searching for useless information on the internet, Junyeong was eager to know what Yohan’s really like as a person, left aside those rumors about him. The man’s CEO of GoldCash, had been involved in some shady works, and had no partner. So few descriptions about his life were found, and that irritated the stalker.
But once Junyeong picked his target, he would hunt them down to the end.
Junyeong shifted an inch closer to the other man. “You have pretty eyes, Yohan-ssi.”
“Pretty?” Yohan smirked, fully aware of how close they are right now.
“ Hot .”
Maybe Junyeong’s alcohol tolerance was not as good as he thought, as he found himself being a bit tipsy. The light somehow got dimmer, yet Yohan’s features were still as sharp as ever. Junyeong felt himself moving closer, in a trance he might’ve thought Yohan was leaning towards him too. The corner of Yohan’s lips raised noticeably now, too bad Junyeong couldn’t see it clearly with his blurring eyesight.
He had made an effort to look good today by leaving his glasses at home, styled his hair carefully only for it to be ruined by Yohan’s calloused hand grasping at the side of his head at the moment. Their lips met harshly. Yohan’s mouth pressed hungrily against him, tongue sliding in between reddened lips, and Junyeong could feel the faint taste of whiskey still lingered in their shared kiss.
Junyeong has kissed many people before, but this time was like no other. Like somehow the role has been reversed, and he couldn’t feel a sense of control anymore. Junyeong felt like he was just an ordinary predator facing a venomous carnivore.
Which is a bad sign.
“Yohan-ssi,” Junyeong gasped, lips slightly trembling as they parted.
“You not only flirt with strangers, but also kiss them shamelessly every time?” Yohan’s hand still lingered in Junyeong’s hair, his breath staggered yet that subtle smirk was unmistakably growing. “That’s a bad habit, Junyeong-ssi.”
Before Junyeong could retort, Yohan leaned in again quickly, aiming for another kiss.
This time, he kissed slowly. Junyeong found himself humming into the kiss, head tilting up slightly for Yohan’s fingers to hold his jaw, then sliding down to meet the back of his neck. He kept his eyes shut, fully emerging into the kiss, enjoying the intimacy coming from the strange man.
“Yohan-ssi,” Junyeong started after their lips moved away for the second time, “Are you going home alone tonight?”
“Why, Junyeong-ssi,” Yohan chuckled, his brows arched, eyes glinting with mischief and promise. “Have you found a suitable ending for our night already?”
Junyeong leaned closer, his lips nearly touching the man’s ear.
“Let’s get out of here.”
****
“Have you been with a man before?” Yohan asked, voice husky as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“A few, but they’re not really that memorable.” Junyeong answered, laying on the hotel bed, grinning.
“What about you? I would’ve never guessed you were the type to be interested in… this.”
The stalker stared at Yohan’s movement carefully. But the other man just smiled, seemingly to himself, hands still busy with his own clothes.
“Is it that surprising?”
“Of course it is.” Junyeong clicked his tongue, eyes rolling in joking annoyance. “Kim Yohan, being a walking gold cash that everyone either desired or envied, CEO of a rich company, possessing an insanely handsome face, charming voice, powerful aura, cool backstory stuff,”
Yohan was still looking at him, lips curling up.
“You could have anyone you want, yet you decided to give in to a one night stand you met at a bar?ー”
“So you do know me, Junyeong-ssi.” Yohan cut in, hands now stripped away the last pieces of clothes. And when he got on the bed, he straddled Junyeong’s hips, pushing Junyeong’s naked body flat onto the mattress. “Did you just remember where you heard my name, or do I have to punish you for lying so shamelessly?”
There’s really no turning back now.
“Please let me redeem my sins, Your Highness.”
“You’ve got a sharp mouth, Junyeong-ssi.” His low voice could compare to a knife glazing down Junyeong’s spine, vertebra to vertebra.
“I’ve been told.”
“I bet it’s good for more than just talking.”
Yohan’s eyes drifted down to take in the sight of Junyeong’s body. Junyeong’s shorter than him, but he didn’t expect to see the man’s body so delicate. His wrists are thin, his arms lean and his waist well-defined. He’s either bone-skinny or extremely buff, just something in between. Yohan could see some traces of muscles in the abs area whenever the man under him breathed in harshly, or the veins under his hands when he clutched on the detergent-scented white sheets.
Junyeong mostly spends his days at home, looking at computers and finding information about his targets, so he doesn’t have much time to go to the gym or something like that. Yohan’s the complete opposite. The stalker knew Yohan had fought, bruised and bled in jail from time to time, plus he also improved his physique and fighting techniques when he got out, so Yohan’s body is more muscular, strong, intimidating.
Junyeong’s not sure if he should be concerned or excited about the idea. His previous prey were ordinary, weak gazelles; and this was the first time he’d encountered a venomous King Cobra.
The cobra coiled in its prey with caution, head raising, hood expanding in a demonstration of intimidation, eyes locked in with the prey a menacing stare. Cobras often seek vulnerable spots to attack, their fangs sharp and lethal, loaded with venomous neurotoxin, capable of shutting down breathing and paralyzing their prey.
Yohan bit down harshly on Junyeong’s neck, bringing a hand up to caress his jaw. Then he kissed and licked softly on the bites, soothing them in a polite manner. Junyeong draped his arms over the man’s broad shoulders and gasped, nails scratching Yohan’s nape teasingly, his eyes closed as Yohan kissed his jaw, his neck, then moved down further to claim more skin. He felt almost powerless under the man’s arms, body parts shut down to give Yohan more control.
“Yohan-ssi–...”
Before Junyeong could say anything else, Yohan cut him off with a kiss. Their tongues slid together messily. They kissed for a long time until the need for air came in. Junyeong closed his eyes, panting hard and suppressing a moan as the other man’s hands traced down to squeeze at his hips.
Not wanting to be on the losing side, Junyeong propped himself up. One hand came down to curl around Yohan’s cock, stroking him slowly and didn’t forget to give extra pressure at the head, dragging out every sound the man was trying to hide.
“Junyeong…”
“You’re quite impressive, Yohan-ssi. I’m surprised you don’t fuck people as a hobby.” Junyeong laughed breathlessly, hand still working on the man’s cock. When he felt the thing harden slowly under his handicraft, the stalker actually got excited and even felt more eager to make Yohan broke.
“And what makes you think I don’t?” The CEO smiled, but it looked more like a grimace. Like he’s enduring the pleasure, like he’s somehow in pain, which looked funny and hot at the same time.
“Want me to blow you?” Junyeong offered sincerely.
On the contrary to what he expected, the man declined with a small smile, still looking as collected as ever.
“Are you sure? I’ve got some cool techniques I wanted to try.” He sped up his hand and nibbled lightly at Yohan’s ear. Maybe the dude just doesn’t like getting blowjobs.
“Another time, baby.” Yohan whispered softly, brushing his lips against Junyeong’s cheek.
There would be another time? The stalker’s hand halted as he thought to himself, somewhat taken aback by both the pet name and the other man’s suspicious promise.
Noticing the shift, Yohan quickly caught Junyeong’s hesitant hand in one go, pinning it down to the bed before giving it a warning squeeze. Junyeong went still, inhaled sharply and didn’t dare to fight back anymore.
The hands that were stalling him now moved down to meet his thighs – caressing, squeezing – then they wandered further, one hand grabbing Junyeong’s asscheeks, the other teasing at his hole, causing more whimpers to slip out between bitten lips.
“You haven’t answered my question yet, Junyeong-ssi.” Yohan smiled, murmuring while giving brief pecks to Junyeong’s jaw, making him shudder.
“Do you still think I have sex regularly as a hobby?”
“Get the lube, fucker.” he hissed, getting impatient with Yohan’s teasing tactic.
“Aggressive, are we?” The other man chuckled gently, hands leaving Junyeong’s body to reach for the small bottle on the bedside table.
“You know, you’re the most straightforward one night stand I’ve had.”
Straightforward. Junyeong rolled his eyes, made a face and then sat up to snatch the lube from Yohan.
“Give me your hand,” He commanded, opening the bottle in a swift motion. Yohan smiled and extended his hand out for him.
“Are you usually that bossy in bed?” The CEO chuckled. After Junyeong poured the translucent liquid onto his hand, Yohan spread the lube on his fingers carefully then moved them down to meet Junyeong’s entrance.
“I– ah, no… I’m only bossy when my fuck-partner is being rude ,” he whimpered as the pad of Yohan’s finger circled his hole teasingly before finally pushing the digit in, massaging the tight walls. Junyeong closed his eyes and tilted his head back, spine arching like a pleased cat.
“Yohan-ssi,–- Ah!—” he was cut off by his own cry as Yohan pushed the second finger in. His hands clutched harder at the bedsheets. “W-wait, Yohan…–Too soon, too soon–!”
Yohan’s fingers prodded around in Junyeong’s hole, twisting and spreading inside with added pressure in each melodic thrust.
“Junyeong-ssi,...” The man murmured in Junyeong’s ear, still stirring the two fingers inside Junyeong, making him quiver like a prey in front of its predator. Junyeong hated how Yohan’s soft voice could make him feel weak and become pliable like this.
“Do you think I was rude to you?”
What kind of question is that? Junyeong looked directly into the man’s eyes at the sudden question. Is he testing me?
Not receiving an answer, Yohan quickly used the third finger to tease at his entrance. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes…? Fuck—!” he screamed, his jaw shaking. Yohan purposely shoved his fingers into Junyeong as hard as possible, pain mixed with pleasure making his body twisted and mind shattered, his dick throbbed painfully at the action.
“Fuck, Yohan-ssi.”
Yohan's fingers didn’t move after that. Just staying inside and curling slightly once or twice.
“W-What are you doing…?” Junyeong questioned, voice slightly panicked.
Yohan smiled. It’s the evil kind of smile. And Junyeong knows that the man’s being cruel again.
“Was I rude to you, Junyeong-ssi?”
Junyeong staggered, almost hating the man for being so petty. Fucker.
“No–... No! You weren’t being rude at all. In fact you were so charming…” he said with a bitter voice, groaning impatiently. “You’re lucky I like pain.”
Yohan laughed then moved his fingers again to give Junyeong a proper prep, eyes almost seemed too adoring as they eyed him up and down. Junyeong convinced himself that it was just a hallucination.
“I don’t have a condom on me.” The CEO frowned, like he just noticed the biggest issue.
“I do.”
Yohan arched his brow, “So you do know how the night would end, after all.”
Laughing and pulling all three fingers out, Yohan reached for the condom Junyeong had somehow pulled out of thin air. Junyeong leaned forward to help him put it on but Yohan gently pushed him down flat on the mattress. From the angle, Junyeong could see the man’s dick very well: prepared and rock-hard.
“Isn’t that right, Junyeong-ssi?”
“Please.”
“Lay on your stomach.”
So Junyeong turned around to lay on his stomach, his insides boiling with anticipation. Yohan’s hands hastily grabbed Junyeong at the thin waist to pull him up to his knees, the stalker had his face pressed down onto the soft bedding and ass up pornographically.
“You look really hot in this position.” Yohan muttered, mostly to himself.
“I can’t decide if that’s a compliment to my body or an insult to my face. What, you don’t think I’m hot enough with my clothes on?” Junyeong let out a huff and turned his face side-way to glance up at Yohan, fake pouting at the man’s comment.
Amused, Yohan almost wanted to tease him a little more, but he himself was getting impatient. Oh well.
“Not the case, Junyeong-ssi. You’re already cute when I first met you, I just didn’t expect to witness the hot side of Junyeong-ssi too.”
And the stalker could feel himself blush under the praise. The CEO was actually a sweet talker in bed, who could have guessed that. Junyeong never thought that approaching his target with this obscene method could be so entertaining, or it was just Kim Yohan that’s entertaining.
“Are you gonna fuck me or not, Yohan?”
“Where’s the honorific?” Yohan took his cock into his hand and slapped it against Junyeong’s wet entrance a few times, the squelching sounds was so lewd that Junyeong could feel his face burning up. Yohan grinded his cock against the hole before adjusting so that the head is touching the other man’s rim.
With eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open, Junyeong focused on the feeling of the member pushing past the ring of muscle and inside him. He moaned,
“Yohan, Yohan ,”
“Yes, baby?” The man gripped tight on Junyeong’s waist as he finally bottomed out, Yohan let out an exhale he didn’t know he had been holding. The warm walls inside held his cock back as he tried to pull out to the tip, only to slammed it back in harshly.
Junyeong let out a breathy laugh that was somehow mixed with a whine, his body shaking.
“That’s a– a bad angle,”
And Yohan must have known that he was lying, so he thrusted harder into the same spot, pressing his dick inside before repeating the motion over and over again, mercilessly pounding into the man.
“Are you sure about that, Junyeong-ssi?”
Junyeong screamed, back arched and nails gripping tight enough to turn white,
“Fuck–! That feels good…” He panted, eyes blurring as he felt tears trickled down his cheeks, dick brushing raw against the clean white sheets.
The back of Junyeong’s neck was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, Yohan leaned down to lick it, making the man under him shudder uncontrollably and gave out a wanton moan he himself had never heard before. Yohan moved fast, yet somehow it still feels so melodic. Junyeong tried his best to meet the man’s powerful thrust, acknowledging every slapping sound their bodies made.
“Isn’t this nice, Junyeong-ssi?” Yohan’s hands trailed down to claim their spots on Junyeong’s buttocks, pinching them cruelly to make him yelp.
“I honestly wish I could record this. Wouldn’t that be great? To have Junyeong to be my mastubate material,” He whispered filthy words into the stalker’s ears, “Your body, your moans, your tears too. They arouse me to no end,”
“It’s illegal to record people without permission, Yohan. I wouldn’t allow it.” Junyeong retorted, trying his best to be coherent.
It was all an entertaining sight for Yohan to watch.
“I wonder if Junyeong-ssi wanted to hear himself moaning too?” He questioned, lips brushing against Junyeong’s ear ghostly before licking it.
“Wait. You can absolutely do that though, right?”
“Can Junyeong-ssi be generous for once and send me the record of our conversation tonight?” And with that, Yohan bit down hard on the stalker’s reddening ear.
Junyeong shuddered, no, he was shaking with terror. Somehow Yohan found out about his real intention, and Junyeong knew he had to get out of here before it’s too late. He had officially become a prey now, Yohan’s prey, an easy dinner foolishly walked into the wolf’s den. Panic set over him as he tried to move, to sit up, to lie about having to go home.
But Yohan quickly caught both Junyeong’s wrists, pinned them over his head with one hand easily, the other moved down to grab tightly at the back Junyeong’s neck.
“You wanted to kill me?” He whispered while rocking his hips languidly. His words were cold but his breath hot against Junyeong’s sensitive ear.
“W-What? Ah, what are you talking about, Yohan-ssi…” Junyeong really trembled now, knowing he had fallen into the man’s trap, no guarantee he would be able to get out.
“I’ve had people following you for a week now, Junyeong. You think I wouldn’t notice the suspicious accident?” He said coldly. “You think I wouldn’t notice that my stupid phone was being tracked?”
“Nevertheless, I was pretty surprised that you weren’t hired by anyone to kill me.”
Junyeong let out a breathy chuckle, “I don’t take orders, Yohan.”
Despite the heavy conversation, Yohan never stopped. He kept on hitting that bundle of nerves inside Junyeong, making him moan uncontrollably while struggling to get out of Yohan’s hold. And the worst part is Junyeong wanted him to keep going, knowing Yohan could kill him anytime. He felt like such a whore for it.
“Please– please. Don’t stop…”
Exalted, Yohan laughed maniacally and released the hold on Junyeong’s wrists, only to yank the stalker’s hair back. The other hand moved down to give a loud strike to his ass, making Junyeong’s eyes roll back in ecstasy and yelping helplessly.
“Watch your mouth, sweetheart.” Yohan reached down to the slick mess where he and Junyeong meet, his fingers rubbed at the connection while still fucking into the stalker hard. Sweat clung into the curves of Junyeong’s body, making him glow under the dim light of the hotel room.
“Do you also fuck your other targets?” he asked, eyes half closing in pleasure.
“Ah, ah—…not really.” Junyeong turned his head to the side so he was able to see the man, then he answered with a proud smirk. “But you don’t have to be jealous, Yohan-ssi. I killed them all.”
“Fucking slut.” He cursed. And it’s the first time Junyeong has heard him saying such indecent words ever since they met. Yohan sat up, pulling out of the heat. The stalker almost thought that he had lost interest before Yohan turned him around and pulled him up by his arms.
“Ride me.” Yohan let the man sit facing him on his lap then guided the tip back in.
Decided to be risky, and still a bit angry from Yohan’s teasing earlier, Junyeong gritted his teeth and gripped his nails hard into Yohan’s shoulders before sitting down on the man’s cock, doing as he was told.
“Fuck you.” he hissed, eyes locking with Yohan a heated gaze. Then they shared another lustful kiss, their mouth biting, tongues sliding, teeth clashing, grinding into each other hungrily.
Yohan got his arms secured tightly around the stalker’s waist while Junyeong moved to scratch his nails against the CEO’s muscular biceps. They chased their own orgasms and at the same time shamelessly breathed into each other’s mouth. Junyeong got his eyes squeezed shut, biting Yohan’s open lips while the other man stared at Junyeong, fully enjoying the moment.
“Close, close– close, ” the stalker breathed out between moans and yelps, his grips growing tighter.
“Yohan–...”
“Good boy,” Yohan gave him a last peck on the mouth before leaning in to whisper praise into the other’s ear, “You’re absolutely amazing, Junyeong.”
“Yohan-ssi…” Junyeong sobbed, and Yohan understood, so he sped up his thrusts and give Junyeong’s cock a few encouraging strokes. In an instant, the stalker came with a scream that could make his throat sore, coating both his and Yohan’s chest with the thick fluid.
The stalker felt his body ached as Yohan continued the fucking, chasing his own climax. With hazy eyes, Junyeong suddenly had the urge to kiss the man, so he reached out to bite Yohan’s lips fiercely, licking his mouth as Yohan moaned into the kiss and finally released his load into the condom.
They slumped down on the soft bedding, satisfied with the weirdly thrilling session, probably the most unhinged sex they’ve ever experienced. Next thing Junyeong noticed was Yohan pulling out and discarding the used condom before laying down again. To his surprise, Yohan put an arm around his waist and nuzzled his face into Junyeong’s hair. They mostly smelled like sex and sweat. Still, Junyeong found himself smiling at the weird cuddling.
“We should do this again sometime, Junyeong-ssi.”
“Did you actually just say that to your stalker?” Junyeong chuckled, too tired to move. “Who also wanted to kill you?”
Yohan propped himself on his arm, smirking as he looked down at the man.
“You won’t kill me. And you won’t be killing anyone else either. Not anymore.” He said with a low voice, Junyeong suddenly felt cold all over.
“...Why?”
“You might already know that I have relations with the police, Junyeong-ssi. If you were to make a dangerous move, I would have the police showing up at your house in a second.” Yohan said, pinching the stalker’s chin up so they can face each other.
“Also Junyeong-ssi. Just a minute ago, when you were screaming under me, I already had my men searching your house. They must have found some reliable evidence for your killing sprees now.”
Junyeong freezed, mouth agape as he looked at the other man. “Fuck. Are you serious?”
“Yes. Now, if you don’t wanna go to jail, don’t do anything stupid. And I’ll be keeping my eyes on Junyeong-ssi, too.”
The stalker frowned. He thought he would always commit perfect crimes and get away easily, but Yohan sure had proved him wrong.
“Stay the night,” Yohan offered.
It was pretty late outside and Junyeong bet that it’s fucking snowing too. Still, he kept quiet, not responding to the man.
Seeing this, Yohan smiled and touched a tentative hand to the stalker’s neck, fingers tracing the bites and reddened prints standing out amongst Junyeong’s pale skin, they were evidence of Yohan’s claim.
“You bruised easily, darling.”
Junyeong’s breath hitched, suddenly aware of how intimate it was. His face felt warm.
“Stop calling me names like that.” he scowled.
“Why, are you shy? After everything we’ve done tonight?”
They laughed. Yohan then brought a hand up to tangle into Junyeong’s soft hair and the man leaned into the touch. Out of the blue, Junyeong felt an eccentric connection. Despite their fucked up relationship, despite who they were and despite this stupid situation, Junyeong for once actually wanted to know more about the man, and not just because of his deserted plan.
Rather, it was because Kim Yohan is mesmerizing.