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Unsolicited aid

2021, November 4, Busan

A small cloud of fog puffed out as the tall blonde male exhaled. It's still early November, yet the weather has gotten quite chilly. Though the three-piece suit he was wearing cancelled out most of the cold breeze. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the street lamp flickering, which gave the lonely road a bit of a mysterious vibe.

Looking at his watch, the man slowly walked out of the nameless cheap bar. 11:17 p.m. The man sighed, he hadn't expected it to be this late, but the agent he was meeting today was behind time.

As the boss of the infamous mafia organization 'Seseong', Sung Hyunjae doesn't like to fetch informations himself, but the ones from today were essential for Seseong.

Hyunjae's car was parked a bit away from the bar, to reduce suspicion. That's why he was now moving through a quiet and desolate lane. He entered the nearest dark alley for a shortcut. And behind him, two more figures entered as well, following him quietly. Sensing something, Hyunjae looked behind, but the figures had hidden in the shadows. Thinking it's just his tiredness, Hyunjae started to walk again, distancing himself a bit from the figures.

While he was about to approach a turn, the figures pulled out the knives they were hiding, with clear attention of jumping the blonde. However just as they took some steps ahead, something bumped into them, a man to be precise, making them loose balance and fall.

"What the fuck is this?!" One of them cursed in a lower tone. While the other one quickly got up to look ahead, only to find their target had disappeared in the dark. "Shit!!"

"I'm really sorry mate!" Both of them turned toward the source of the voice. A black haired man, probably in his mid twenties, slowly got up while wobbling, holding onto his bag that had fallen onto the ground. He strongly reeked of alcohol.

Ignoring him, the two men tried to go after the blonde again, only to be stopped by the drunkard as he unknowingly blocked their way.

"Get out of the fucking way, you little shit!"

The drunkard probably didn't hear the threat, "I'm sorry that I bumped into you, are you hurt anywhere? There's a hospital nearby. If you want I can-" he was cut off by the knife, which was currently being held just beneath his neck.

"If you want to leave this place alive, get out of our way quickly, otherwise you-Arghhh" the man fell on the ground within seconds, leaving his partner shocked.

"You asshole, what did you-Arghh!!!" The other one got cut off as well as the black haired man shoved him against the wall and held the taser on his neck. It didn't take much time for the 2nd man to fall on the ground, unconscious. While his partner was groaning in pain, holding onto his right hip, a knife-hand strike on the neck made him unconscious on the spot.

Now, pulling out a pile of rope out of his bag, the remaining male started to tie up the unconscious figures. After finishing, he pulled out his phone, calling someone.

10 minutes afterwards.

Some people in black suits arrived on the spot, taking the tied men with them, not forgetting to bow before the black haired man before leaving. Watching the men leave, the man took out a ciggerate out of his pocket, placing it on his lips then searching for a lighter only to remember he didn't have any. Just then, a hand reached forward, offering him a light. The latter looked up at the certain blonde as he lit his cig and took a drag.

"Well done, Han Yoojin-gun!" Sung Hyunjae spoke with a smirk, looking down at the shorter male. There was almost a foot gap in height between them.

Yoojin exhaled, releasing the smoke from the corner of his lips, "Hyunj-....... Boss, you shouldn't attend this kind of matters alone, you should've bought one of your guards."

"I wasn't alone though. I knew my precious item was near me! ^ ^ "

The shorter man sighed. "Sir, I thought I told you to drop the possessive... and also, I'm an assassin, not a bodyguard, especially not yours!" The taller man just smiled while showing his dimples. He then pulled the shorter male closer by clutching onto his waist and moved toward the exit of the alley, while the latter mumbled something to himself, probably curses.

To be continued :)

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Looking back (part 1)

Han Yoojin had actually started as a kind-hearted kid, who cared for the weak. How did such a person choose assassination as his profession, you ask? To learn that, we actually have to look back at the very beginning.

Like any other ordinary kid, Yoojin belonged to a standard family with loving parents, or atleast he thought so. 

The issue began when his little brother, Yoohyun was born. The 5 year old Yoojin was exceptionally delighted to receive a younger sibling, but... It was different for his parents, especially his mother. 

Not long after Yoohyun's birth, their mother started to claim, that their newborn wasn't 'normal' as the kid never showed any emotion. Yoojin had also noticed that he never heard his dongsaeng cry, but he just thought his brother was fearless. 

At first, the hassle wasn't much, with their mother just avoiding Yoohyun. But over time, their mother got irritated by his every move. And... It wasn't even the start yet. 

By the time Yoohyun reached 4, their mother had already started to show signs of 'violence'. She would beat Yoohyun up for every little reason, or sometimes, for no reasons at all. Yoojin had to step up everytime. As their father held her back each time, she kept reciting, "that boy is a monster. He'll be the death of us!" 

Even though Yoojin wasn't mature enough, he would still think if it was okay for his mother to think like this about her own kid.

Listening to mother, his father tried bringing shamans at home. But nothing changed in the household, except his mother's behaviour worsening. She would mumble to herself, curse out Yoohyun but wouldn't go near him.

It was after they decided to take her to a therapy session, that they discovered his mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

They tried providing medicines to her, offering therapy and councelling, but none of these took effect. His father tried to comfort her every now and then, however she kept uttering the same thing, "that monster will kill us!"

Amidst all this, one might think, Yoohyun may have been neglected, however, Yoojin made sure that didn't happen. He felt extreme pity for this brother of his. Hence, he decided to become Yoohyun's parental figure. He would bathe him, feed him, supply snacks and would tell bedtime stories to him. 

On a similar night, Yoojin was caressing Yoohyun's forehead while he slept. The former glanced at the relaxed features of his asleep brother, who was now 8 years old. 

'How could someone call this precious thing monster?' Yoojin wondered.

At that instant, a horrified wail sent a shiver down Yoojin's whole body. He recognised that voice, it was his father's. Yoojin looked back at the kid, who was still asleep, then got down from the bed, got out of the latter's room and ran through the mazzaine corridor, towards the source of the noise. 

His parents bedroom. 

"Dad, what happen-" Yoojin's words died on his throat, when he stepped into the room. His father was weeping, hugging onto mother's knees...... which were hanging in the air. And his mother....

Yoojin slowly looked up with his trembling eyes. A nylon rope was tied to the hook, which was supposed to hold the hanging heavy night lamp above the bed. The lamp was currently set down in the corner of the room, but there was no one to notice that. Feeling his legs shaking already, Yoojin tried to look at his mother's body. 

The rope held her lump bluish figure in the air quite steadily. Her head was slightly tilted, a ring of purple bruise can be seen on the certain area of her neck, where the rope hugged her. her eyeballs were bloodshot and swollen, as if they could slip out of her eye sockets any moment. Her mouth was hung open with the pale tongue hanging out of her dry lips. Moreover, the petrified look on her face was very explicit, most likely caused by the swift pain that took her life within seconds, even before she could struggle.

Yoojin couldn't watch anymore as he felt his stomach churning.

The funeral work was done hastily. At the funeral hall, while the guests pitied the brothers for losing their mother at such a young age, they felt extremely bad for their father, who was constantly sobbing in the corner. Yoojin couldn't reach to comfort him, as he had to receive all the guests as the chief mourner. To be honest, he was on the verge of breaking down himself. 

Yoohyun stood by Yoojin's side the whole time, not understanding the depth of the situation. 

'Why did our family fall apart like this? Where did it all go wrong?' Yoojin asked himself. 'why did mom thought of Yoohyun as a monster?' he couldn't bring himself to believe, that the kid who was standing while hugging his leg was a monster, which in fact was true.

As the funeral wrapped up, Yoojin thought all the miseries were finally over. 

When infact, the worst was yet to occur.

To be continued :)

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Looking back (part 2)

Not long after Yoojin's mother's death, his father drowned himself in liquor. The once soft-hearted person had become savage even before Yoojin could move on from his mother's sudden demise. His father would return home from his job drunk and break items here and there.

Yoojin could sense... that, his mother's illness was finally transferring onto his father. Recently, his father had also started to view Yoohyun as the monster his late mother always describe. He would now look at Yoohyun with utter disgust, it gave the impression that he blamed this kid for his wife's death.

Because of that, Yoojin kept Yoohyun away from their father most of the time. On weekdays, Yoojin would send him to school early so he wouldn't cross paths with father. At night, he would put the kid to sleep early. And in the weekends, Yoojin would stroll in parks with Yoohyun and return late at night once their father would be asleep after drinking.

Somehow Yoojin managed to do this restlessly for a whole year, feeling he was really lucky, until one day his luck didn't work anymore.

It was a summer afternoon, Yoohyun's school was closed off earlier than expected, so he came back home before Yoojin. To his misfortune, their father was home that day, wasted. While coming out of his room to grab some more liquor from fridge, the latter locked eyes with the kid who had just entered the house. The kid stood at his spot for a second, staring back at him with a neutral expression, before slowly walking towards the hall room.

For some reason, the drunkard man felt really angry, as he assumed the kid was mocking him. His blood boiled. He walked over to the storeroom, picked up a iron rod from the side of the entrance door, which was supposed to be the part of a broken floor wiper Yoojin was about to throw away later. He then walked downstairs toward the hall room, where the kid was unpacking his bagpack, unaware to the situation he was in...

Yoojin was sprinting towards his house breathlessly. Earlier, He had been waiting in front of Yoohyun's school until the guard told him about the early dismissal. Yoohyun actually waited outside for him, but the heat was getting him. Hence, the former had to return home without his hyung.

As Yoojin reached home, he could hear some faint noises from outside. His heart jumped, and he quickly entered inside.

For a moment, Yoojin froze by the view before him, before jumping in,

"DAD!!!! STOPP!!"

 He screamed as he ran towards his father, pushing him down at the couch beside them.

"YOOHYUN!!"

He hugged the boy who was sitting in the corner while covering his head and face with his thin limbs. He was still in his school uniform, and there was visible bruises on him, alongside the blood that was coming out of the cut on his forehead. The latter had gritted his teeth, alongside eyes closed, yet not any tears in view. Not that Yoojin had time to notice that.

Without wasting any second, he picked up his little brother and fleed. Yoojin knew his destination.

The nearest police station.

Yoojin's face turned pale as he saw his father on the entrance door. He was acting nice, asking Yoojin if he ate and slept on time, as if he wasn't acting like a maniac just a week ago. Good thing Yoohyun wasn't home.

Yoojin received a call from the police station some minutes later. The cop uttered something but it seemed bullshit in Yoojin's ears.

"Hey kid, go easy on your old man, will ya? He recently lost his wife, and couldn't move on yet, that's why he drank a little! And... Can't a parent teach his kid some manners? The kid must've done something that riled your old man up. Still, we kept him here for a week and interrogated him cuz you begged us." Yoojin could hear the other party coughing a little.

"Listen kid, he said he was sorry for what he did. You are a mature lad, you know the situation, don't ya? Try to be a little considerate towards your old man and-"

Yoojin couldn't hear the rest. His jaw was clenched and his vision had turned red. He was trembling in rage as he held the phone in his hand.

He couldn't believe it... The police released Yoohyun's abuser. YES. ABUSER. Yoojin couldn't view that man as their father anymore.

Yoojin felt a lump in his throat as his sight turned blurry. Some teardrops slipped on his now red cheeks.

Afterall, he realised that law wouldn't help them and they'll just have to endure.

Another month went on.

This time, Yoojin ensured that Yoohyun did not appear before their father. Yoohyun's bruises were almost healed now. After that incident, Yoojin started to sleep beside Yoohyun, just to make sure he was okay.

Tonight was the same as well. Yoojin was lying beside Yoohyun, caressing the asleep boy's forehead. Except, for some reason, he felt really anxious today, alas, he couldn't sleep. After making sure Yoohyun was fully asleep, Yoojin got out of the room barefoot, in wish to get some fresh air.

As he locked the door and looked up at the way the balcony was, he froze in his place. There was a wobbling figure in the end of the mazzaine corridor. Even in dark, Yoojin could tell who it was. His father.

The figure slowly walked toward Yoojin, as the latter slowly moved backward. Despite the distance between them, the intense smell of alcohol reached Yoojin's nose, as a wave of nausea washed over him.

"Jinnie-ah.... hand over the key to daddy!" The figure said, while reaching out his right hand forward, there was a empty soju bottle on his left hand.

Yoojin couldn't say anything, his heart was thumping fast in fear, as he pocketed the key.

'OVER MY DEAD BODY.' Yoojin thought to himself, but couldn't verbalize it.

As his father was rejected even after asking for 3 times, Yoojin could sense the rage emitting from the former.

Suddenly, his father rushed towards him. Yoojin's heart dropped. His father threw the glass bottle towards him. Yoojin barely dodged it and saw the bottle crash onto the pole beside the glass railing. With a loud noise, the bottle shattered and scattered all over the floor beside Yoojin. In this brief moment when Yoojin's focus was on the bottle, his father lunged at him.

Yoojin's instinct made him slide backward just few steps from the scattered glass as his father tried to reach for his pocket. Out of desperation, Yoojin held onto his father's shoulders, trying to keep him away. The smell of alcohol was already making his senses numb.

Obviously the young and weak body of Yoojin couldn't oppose his father as the latter shoved him against the wall after being unable to get the key. Yoojin gritted his teeth as he felt the sharp pain on his back.

"I'm asking for the last time Jinnie! Give me the key!" Yoojin felt his tears forming at his father's furious tone.

'Why dad? Why are you acting like this? What will you gain from hurting Yoohyun, your own kid??' Yoojin couldn't put his complaints into words.

As he kept his silence, he was shoved onto the wall repeatedly by his enraged parent. this time the wall hit the back of his skull, causing Yoojin in flinch in pain. This also happened to be the moment when the last thread of Yoojin's sane nerves snapped, as he felt the adrenaline rushing in his blood. He registered the fact that his father had made up his mind to hurt Yoohyun, not even caring about Yoojin's wellbeing.

It was the moment which triggered Yoojin's 'Fight or flight' response. And obviously, flight was no longer an option.

This time, as his father extended his arm to punch him, Yoojin kicked him on the stomach with all his strength, not looking forward.

The sudden event knocked his father away, not giving him a moment to resist, and then, the noise of the glass shuttering and,

*THUD*

"..........................................................."

Everything was silent for a while. The only sound Yoojin could hear was his own speedy heartbeat. After not being able to hear his father anymore, Yoojin slowly opened his eyes to look forward. His heart thumped again as he saw that he was alone in the mazzaine, in front of the railing which was now shattered.

As if all the colours had been sucked out of him, Yoojin stood there for a minute or two, before slowly walking towards the railing, his heart was beating so fast that it felt it would explode any moment now. As Yoojin reached the edge and looked down at the ground floor, his heart finally stopped in great terror.

The floor beneath was now damp, as the red fluid was slowly spreading across it. And in the middle of it, something laid still, what was supposed to be a figure and the source of the blood spill.

Covering his mouth with his hands, Yoojin took his steps backward, bumping against the wall again, his whole body was trembling, he couldn't form out any words. He kneeled on the ground beneath him as his legs finally gave out.

'No! It can't be..... It's not true! All of this is a nightmare! Just a nightmare!!'

But he himself knew the answer, it wasn't in fact any nightmare, but his reality.

To be continued :)

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Looking back (part 3)

As the train reached busan station, Yoojin lazily got off it and leisurely walked towards the subway station.

He raised his hand and looked at it with a gloomy expression.

'I'm sorry Yoohyun....'

He spoke in his mind, clenching his hand aftrwards. His knuckles seemed swollen and red, but it made sense, since he had punched the bathroom wall at Seoul station multiple times before leaving. No, he wasn't doing it to cause property damage, but to hurt himself... and honestly, it did hurt. Though, Yoojin didn't seem to care about the pain. Moreover, he felt like punching somewhere else too.

'I deserve it!'

He thought to himself, as he remembered Yoohyun's teary face after he had slapped him. What else would Yoojin do at that moment anyway, Yoohyun was not listening to him. The latter was throwing a tantrum about not wanting to live at the dormitory his hyung had arranged for him in Seoul.

Yoojin walked inside the metro and sat down on the empty seat beside two guys. Sighing to himself, he rubbed his temples in frustration. So much has happened within the last month. He doesn't want to remember, but it haunts him each night, so he can't forget either.

After his father's 'drunken accident' which was the reason for his death, or what the police had assumed ended with a funeral, the han siblings were once again pitied by the mourning guests.

The whole time, Yoojin didn't talk much, which the people thought was shock, since he was the first one to find his father dead and call the police. But, the former was just scared to spill away the secret he had been hiding.

Honestly, Yoojin himself couldn't clearly remember how he did that(the calling). What he does remember was, himself shivering badly after realising his father was dead. He had to think quickly, or else, he would have been taken in charge of homicide. Law wouldn't care if it was an accident or not, it would only note that he had pushed his father.

Hence, Yoojin had to lie... to the police, to the guests, to Yoohyun. He had to act like he wasn't involved, and his drunk father fell himself after loosing balance while he(Yoojin) was putting his dongsaeng to sleep.

He told the police that he rushed out after hearing the sound of glass shattering, but his father was already gone by the moment he had reached to the ground floor.

To make his lie believable, he had created his own strategy.

He had unlocked Yoohyun's room while the latter was still asleep, to reduce suspicion, and cried holding his father's dead body after the police had arrived. The broken soju bottle his father had thrown at him actually acted as an evidence for the former's drunken agression, and Yoojin was relieved his father didn't hit him on any visible spots that could've left bruises and be viewed by the others.

Yoojin didn't know he could play-act so well. He cried his eyes out at his father's burial ceremony despite having an intense amount of hate towards him, making people believe he really was a pitiful teen. Seeing his hyung cry, Yoohyun had joinned the play too, unknowingly helping Yoojin.

But the real problem began a week later, when Yoojin started having nightmares about his father. It would be terrible, with his father always telling him that he'll eventually be found out as a criminal who killed his own father. Yoojin knew, it was just his scared brain which created such absurd nightmares, but he was too worn out to brush it off. And it left him exhausted in the mornings.

He felt weak... and helpless.

'Am I the next one?' he questioned himself. He was afraid to end up like his parents and to become a threat to Yoohyun.

Hence why, he had made up his mind. With the insurance money he received for their parents demise, he decided to send Yoohyun to Seoul for studying.

Obviously, he didn't tell Yoohyun about it beforehand, because he knew that the latter wouldn't agree.

That's why today, he had taken him to Seoul under the pretext of a vacation.

Yoojin fed Yoohyun at a restaurant, took him to a zoo and amusement park, then finally at afternoon... he had taken the latter to the dorm he had arranged. Understanding the situation, the kid had grasped onto his hyung's waist, refusing to let him go.

"Yoohyun.... Let go off me..."

"Please hyungg... don't... don't leave meee..." A teardrop had fallen from the kid's eyes. It was the first time Yoohyun had cried on his own.

Yoojin was looking away, holding back his own tears.

"I'm doing this for your own good, Yoohyun... You know our situ-"

"Hyungg... hiccup... please hyungg... I'll do anything you say... I can even live on the streets with you.... so please don't leave me..."

The grasp against Yoojin's waist tightened as the kid had hidden his face on his hyung's stomach.

"Yoohyun... I said... let go!"

"Nooo... Hyunggg"

"YOOHYUN!!!"

*Slap*

"Hicc!!"

The kid had stopped weeping after that, holding onto his cheek while looking up at Yoojin with teary wide eyes, before the guards had taken him inside the dorm. Yoohyun didn't cry anymore, as he didn't want to enrage his hyung further.

[Attention passengers, The train is now leaving 'Busan station'.]

Yoojin snapped back to reality after hearing the announcement. He's going back to his house. He had talked to some brokers who could buy his house despite two people dying there. Yoojin didn't want to return to that cursed house anymore, that's why he had decided to sell it off at a cheap price.

Yoojin sighed. He's now basically alone with nothing and nowhere to go. Even though he had rented a tiny apartment room for himself... but he didn't want to go there.... anything, but Yoojin didn't want to be alone now, not when his head's all messed up.

Yoojin turned to his side to pull out his phone out of his pocket, and that's when he noticed that thing. It was hidden under the hoodie, but he could make out it's shape easily.

A gun. The guy sitting beside him had a gun. Yoojin pretended to not see it and looked away.

'It's ok. I saw nothing.' Yoojin told himself while maintaining indifference. After his father's death, he had become good at pretending. But it didn't change the fact that his heart was beating fast in fear.

'Why does that person has a gun? I'm not gonna be killed today am I? No no, everything's fine, I know nothing... I'm innocent.'

Yoojin leaned on the train wall, closing his eyes pretending to be asleep. Yet, he decided to peek when he heard a small 'vrr'.

Slightly opening his right eye, he saw that the guy beside him had pulled out his phone. There was a picture of a man on the screen.
After looking at it for a second, Yoojin closed his eye back, just before the guy started scanning if anyone noticed his activities.

[The train will be reaching 'XXX station' in 3 minutes.]

Yoojin feigned a flinch to announce he just woke up. Then got up from his seat and stood in front of the door, it's not Yoojin's stoppage, but he felt like he should leave just to be safe.

A person stood behind Yoojin, it was their stoppage too, he assumed. Hence, he decided to move aside to give them some space, and that's when he saw the person's face.

'........ Ahhh!!! For fuck's sake!!!!'

Yoojin screamed in his mind. It was the person whose face he had seen some moments ago in that guy's phone.

Since Yoojin was too tired and scared to look around in the compartment before, he hadn't noticed that the guy from picture was actually present in the train.

Yoojin looked back with his side eye, the gunman was still sitting on the seat, talking to the guy beside him. 'Fuck, it's two people.'

Yoojin returned his gaze back at the person standing beside him, who was typing something on his phone.

Yoojin debated whether he should help the stranger or not. And, after thinking for a minute, he finally opened his mouth.

"The two black hoodie guys have guns... and a picture.... which resembles you...." He whispered in lowercase. The person looked up at the train door with a slight stunned expression, but looked back at his phone the next second.

If Yoojin had followed the person's gaze, he could've noticed that the person was actually looking at his(Yoojin's) reflection on the glass door.

As the train reached the station, Yoojin quickly got off and strode away, not looking back.

' I'll just take the bus home.'

07:39 p.m. Yoojin looked at the time after signing off the property documents, outside their house, which he had just sold off.

As he saw the 'amount received' notification pop up on his phone, he looked at the house for the last time. Whether good or bad memories, he had spent his 15 years here. But now the house is nothing more than quiet and cursed to him.

He walked away from the house. He won't need to come here anymore, since he had already sent Yoohyun away and dropped off school himself to save some money.

Yoojin's next destination was a restaurant. He currently needed a part time job, since he'll have to send Yoohyun money every month from now on.

"..............................."

A drop of sweat fell down from Yoojin's forehead, despite trying to act as calm as possible.

"Relax kid... We aren't gonna bite you!" The person said while lighting up a cig. It was the person Yoojin 'saved' in the train.

'Why is he here? How did he find my house... moreover, why does he have four men with him??'

"I wanted to thank you for saving me. Don't be scared of the men, they're just here for my safety!" As if the man could read Yoojin's mind.

"I... I see sir, mention not... !"

"What's your name, kid?"

"Yoojin.... Han Yoojin!!"

"And... Old are you?"

"15, sir."

"I see. So Yoojin...." The person leaned on the wall of Yoojin's apartment building.

"Do you know who I am?"

"No sir."

"I go by the name Mr. Rey."

"Ok.... Mr. Rey."

"Now tell me one thing Yoojin.... did you tell police about the gunmen you saw in the train?"

"No Mr. Rey....."

"Hmm... You didn't seem really scared by the guns either! Are you hiding anything? Is that why you didn't go to the police?"

'!!!!!'

Yoojin flinched internally, but maintained his indifference. He in fact was hiding something, but that's not related to the situation he was currently in.

"No Mr. Rey. I just didn't go to them cuz... They wouldn't have been much of a help anyway..."

Rey laughed a little. He looked at his men, "How bad has the south korean government become, that even a kid can notice that?!"

"Nevermind, the thing I wanted to tell you. Yoojin, you saved me from danger, now it's my job to do the same for you. I actually have an offer for you. You know it's abou-"

"It's ok Mr. Rey... I don't need any help or offer. Thanks for offering though."

"It's not ok Yoojin! Those gunmen have seen your face, they recognise you!!

"....................." A pause.

"What???? How?!! I made sure they wouldn't!" Yoojin's stoic facade finally broke as he yelled in shock.

"Oh poor kid.... Don't worry though! We'll take care of them."

"In exchange for what, sir?

"Smart boy! You'll have to work for us!"

"Huh?! What work??" Yoojin yelled again. Were they really telling him to join them in some illegal job, as in kidnapping and murdering??

'Damn it!! It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't saved him then. Now those shady guys know me as well.... what now?'

"Take your time Yoojin. We aren't asking for answers right now." Rey handed him his business card, and left with his men without another word.

Yoojin just stood still in front of his apartment building, questioning his life choices. That's true he needed a job... but not that desperately. Especially not this kind of job... when he's already guilty with a person's death.

Two days later (at Rey's office)

"Why did you lie to that kid about the gunmen noticing him, sir? I'm not sure if those men are even alive!" One of his men asked Rey.

"Why else? Didn't you see him? He was so calculated despite being scared. Not to mention, he literally said he had made sure that the gunmen wouldn't notice. And he's only 15!! Can you believe it?"

Rey got up from the seat he was sitting on.

"We need talented people like him here! You don't understand, he's like an undefined gem. We just gotta polish him properly."

"But sir, are you sure he'll join us? He looked scared, and he's just a kid!"

"Don't worry! I might not know much about him, but I could feel it! He'll definite-"

*vrrr* *vrrr*

Rey looked at his ringing phone. Then grinned after looking at it, "Jackpot!!!"

He picked up the call, "Yes, Han Yoojin!! How are you doing?

Yoojin sat down on the bed, cleaning his bloody knife with a handkerchief. He side eyed the dead person laying on the bed with their insides out. The once white bedsheet was presently painted with red fluid.

Yoojin's been doing this for the last four years. Now his hands don't tremble anymore like it used to do in the beginning.

Why did Yoojin join this dirty work you ask? Money? No, that's not it. It's something different.

At first, Yoojin just wanted to payback Rey for his debt. (The poor thing didn't know that Rey actually never helped him to begin with.)

Rey actually gave him a choice. He told Yoojin that he was free to leave if he didn't find the job suitable, but after atleast one mission.
Alas, Yoojin had taken a little mission, telling himself that he'll leave after this. But one messy death later, he had discovered something unexpected.

Looking at the deadbody, instead of feeling scared or disgusted, he felt as ease. His heart felt really light.

At that time, Yoojin had cursed himself out for thinking like this, telling himself that he was going crazy. But Rey fueled the spark by giving Yoojin another mission. And this time, Yoojin didn't have any excuses anymore. Hence, he had to accept such an absurd truth... that he found a different kind of serenity after each assassination.

Before he could know, he had already started to become what Rey wanted him to. And Yoojin too, didn't try to run anymore. He had officially joined them, after going through some training given by Rey's group.

Since after this, in his mind, his father couldn't scare him anymore. Yoojin had accepted the fact that he was now a murderer. So it didn't matter anymore. It was now like a normal job to him. Just like the resturant or convenience store he worked at daytime to feign innocence.

Yoojin got up from the bed, the deadbody still laid there. He didn't have to clean up today, since someone else was supposed to be framed for this death. Yoojin's job was done for today. He left the room, not forgetting to take his handkerchief with him. Not leaving any evidence of his presence behind.

Two weeks later

"Happy birthday.... Hyung..." Yoohyun's voice seemed a little different on the call. The kid was pouting, Yoojin could tell.

Yoohyun actually wanted to celebrate his hyung's 19th birthday together, but the latter had refused the idea by saying he was busy. That's why his dongsaeng greeted him on the phone and cut the call next moment as a show of aggression.

It wasn't a lie though. The new shop Yoojin joined recently had a lot of sales since last week because of the upcoming Lunar New Year.

Not to mention, Yoojin had to go somewhere today as well. His new workplace, or what Mr. Rey had told him. He tried to remember the words the man had spoken.

"Oh, Yoojin, I wanted to tell you, that you'll be working for a different group from now on. Think of it as your promotion. Oh and don't worry about your payments, your new boss is filthy rich!" The man had given him a different business card.

"Filthy rich, huh?" Yoojin repeated the words. When he hears the word 'rich', usually old rotten men comes to mind. While looking at the business card, he had guessed his new boss would be the same. But he had to admit, the card itself looked stunning.

It was a shiny black card with golden chains drawn around it. In the centre of it, there was a name written in cursive with golden ink, 'SUNG HYUNJAE' with a number written below.

He had called the number before, but it was picked by a woman, who just gave him an address and cut the call. Yoojin had found this fact a little disrespectful, but he had decided to ignore it.

Yoojin put the card back in his pocket and walked towards his destination.

"No, you cannot enter the building."

After hearing this for the fourth time, Yoojin's patience level thinned down. The guards had him stopped at the office entrance for 'lack of identification'. Even though Yoojin had given his introduction, the guards refused to acknowledge him. Yoojin could easily tell that they were judging him by his appearance.

"Listen, let me go inside, I believe your boss will recognise me!"

As a guard started laughing at his comment, Yoojin's patience finally broke and before he could realise himself, he had thrown a punch in the guard's face. As the other guard tried to interfere, he was kicked aside. Yoojin raised his arm again to hit the first guard who already had his arms raised for a potential fight, but stopped when his(Yoojin's) back bumped into something, or someone to be precise.

With a frustrated expression, he looked back, ready to yell, but froze after looking at the person.

A man. A really handsome one. Almost a feet taller than himself. His skin was fair, his styled blonde hair put on place, long blonde eyelashes above those deep sparkly golden eyes which hid a lot of secrets in them. Lips stretched into a smirk, dimples visible. He wore a beige three-piece suit and a long scarlet coat above it. By his clothing style, one could guess the man was on his early thirties.

For a moment, Yoojin thought, he had never seen such a beautiful man in his life. The said man was actually looking down at him with a thrilled look.

Yoojin quickly looked away to feign indifference after realising he was staring at the man. He took a deep breath to calm down... then asked, "Hey Mr.! Take me to your boss, what was his name again, oh yes! Sung Hyunjae! I have an appointment with him!"

"Oh... Is that so? And who might you be??"

The man asked with a business smile. Yoojin got annoyed by how fake the smile was, and questioned his choices for thinking this man was beautiful.

"My name is Han Yoojin. I'm here to talk with Sung Hyunjae about my job as a representative of Mr. Rey! So tell me where is he!!"

"Hmm... and what if I don't feel like the need to tell you?"

"You fucking bastard!" Yoojin grabbed the taller man's coat caller out of frustration, despite struggling because of the height gap, while the rest of staff, including the guards gasped.

After observing their expressions, Yoojin looked back at the taller man, who was now grinning. Yoojin would've complimented his looks again, if he wasn't angry now.

And within the next moment, Yoojin was pulled away from the man by the anxious guards.

"Han Yoojin! You're just like what I've heard!"

"!?"

"Boss! Are you alright?" The guards asked the man.

"Huh? Boss?" Yoojin looked at the man who was now fixing his coat.

"I'm alright." The man looked at Yoojin.

"Nice to meet you, Han Yoojin. I've heard a lot about you from Rey. I'm Sung Hyunjae, I'll be your new boss."

Yoojin was flabbergasted. He definitely wasn't expecting something like this to happen, neither had he thought about someone like this man being his boss. Not to mention, to his badluck, he had managed to offend him on his first day of job here. Yoojin prayed in his mind that this boss of his won't be too resentful toward him.

To be continued :)

Chapter Text

True motive (part 1)

12: 23 a.m.

Despite the cold breeze getting in, Yoojin didn't close the car window. The grey coloured hoodie he was wearing wasn't the standard clothing for today's weather. It's funny, how he literally has stuff like ropes, knives, chloroform, first aid box etc in his bag, but not a jacket. Maybe because he didn't expect it to be this late either.

"Oh come on! Why are you staring at me...? Why won't you concentrate on the road?" Yoojin asked impatiently.

"Yoojin... You look cold!!"

"No I don't?"

Yoojin tried to pretend alright but a sudden breeze of wind pierced through him, freezing his bones.

The reason was simple. Yoojin didn't want the scarlet coloured coat Hyunjae would probably offer him.

Why, do you ask? Actually for 3 specific reasons.

Firstly, because Yoojin thought really low of himself. Ever since he found out the coat costed a fortune, he had been avoiding it. Because he felt like he's not worthy enough to wear something so luxurious.

Secondly, because the strong odor of cheap soju was emitting from him, and he didnt want to leave his foul smell on the coat.

And the third reason? We'll know about it later.

Finally, Hyunjae recited the thing Yoojin's been thinking,

"Why don't you take my coat Yoojin? You're shivering..."

"No"

"May I ask why?"

"Cuz..... I stink...."

"Hmm... good question! You don't seem drunk though! Why do you reek of alcohol then?"

Yoojin sighed after being silent for a moment.

"Back at the restaurant I was working.... a customer threw his soju glass at me!"

Yoojin touched the damp hair peeking out of his hood.

"..... Had a huge fight there... some stuff got broken as well...." He mumbled.

"Oh my!! Such trouble!" The blonde dramatically gasped.

"So, did you win? ^ ^"

'......... Is this guy for real?' Yoojin questioned himself with utter disbelief.

"Yes..... but..... The owner fired me!"

"Goshh!! Such unfortunate incident! But don't worry. I support my precious item in everything he does!"

Yoojin didn't look at him, instead kept looking at the out of window. Hyunjae took it as Yoojin's usual reaction. When actually.... Yoojin was hiding his flushed yet satisfied face. He might have gotten a kink for praises, he thought to himself. Because why else would he be happy to hear this!

"But Yoojin..... As far as I remember, weren't you taking a week off? I might've joked about you being around, why were you in that place to begin with? Both your workplace and apartment are far away from there!"

Yoojin's face got pale, and he felt like... If he would've been a character from some comic, the artist would've definitely drawn lots of sweat on his face to describe his situation.

"I.... I was just passing by..."

"I see! ^ ^"

'Damn it's such a terrible lie that he's just rolling with it cuz he pities me...' Yoojin thought. And he was right.

Good thing Hyunjae decided to change the topic to reduce the tension.

"So Yoojin! Do you want me to take you back to your home?"

"Home, huh?"

Yoojin forgot his embarrassment momentarily and drowned in thoughts again. Should his cheap apartment room really be called 'home' ? Yoojin wondered.

Despite now receiving a great fee, Yoojin didn't leave the apartment he had bought after sending Yoohyun away. Since he barely returned home after doing both day and night shifts, he thought it would be a hassle to rent or buy a new one.

"I see, so back at the usual!"

The blonde replied with a smirk.

Yoojin knew what that smirk meant, but pretended not to.

The usual in question was actually Hyunjae's office, where Yoojin would often stay at.

12:56 a.m.

As they reached the parking lot, Yoojin walked out of the car. A scarlet coat, a bit large for his size, warped around him.

In the end, he had to accept the coat after the blonde had scared him by saying he would catch pneumonia and won't be able to send his dongsaeng money anymore.

Yoojin cursed in his breath. Hyunjae really knew all his weaknesses, while he only knew the former's basics.

A familiar arm warped around him again, but Yoojin didn't flinch. He's used to it now. He looked up at blonde who was looking down at him with his crescent moon shaped eyes.

"Yoojin-ssi!! Welcome back!"

The 19 year old foreign girl enthusiastically got up from her seat at the reception area as they entered the office.

Hyunjae had recently brought this girl from uk and hired her as his secretary, after the previous one got caught spying on Seseong's private meetings.

The girl's almost the same age as Yoohyun. They would look good together, Yoojin thought, just like he thinks everytime he meets her.

"So you did manage to find boss after all!"

'..... Nevermind'

Yoojin once again shredded the idea of making her his sister in law.

"Hmm... Find me? What's this about?"

Hyunjae wore an amusing look on his face.

"Yes boss! Yoojin-ssi came here about 3 hours ago, searching for you. I told him that you went to run an errand alone. He got angry and asked for the location. Then he sprinted away, so I guessed he might've went to find you. And looks like I was indeed right!"

The girl said in one breath as if it was a presentation.

"Ohh?"

Yoojin didn't dare to look back at the blonde who was for sure staring at him. But it was hard since they had to go in the same way. As they entered the elevator, Hyunjae spoke again.

"Yoojin."

"..... Yes boss....?"

"Did you really go to that bar to find me? ^ ^"

Yoojin didn't answer that, but his silence spoke for itself. As they walked out of the elevator and moved towards Hyunjae's office floor, only their footsteps represented the living.

"So, you did come to Seseong Just for me! I'm flattered by you, Yoojin! ♡"

"It's not like that boss.... I just came here cuz I was bored!"

"I see! ^ ^"

They reached Hyunjae's office floor not long after. The man literally has his whole house built in his office. Must be fun being so rich, Yoojin thought as he stepped inside one of those room which was supposed to be the bedroom, while Hyunjae stopped at his office area to complete some unfinished business.

Yoojin eyed the bedroom. It had a king sized bed with a table and single armchair beside it and some minimum stuff. Typical minimalistic business man's habitation. Yet the familiar interior soothed him.

Yoojin observed the bed. It's not the first time he has seen that. He has felt how soft and comfortable the matress feels against his body multiple times.

Literally just two or three weeks ago when he was provoking Hyunjae a bit more than usual... It had ended with his face being shoved into the matress. The sheets had muffled his cries back then, and he was unable to voice out his emotions.

And probably.... tonight too... he'll be shoved against those sheets again, clenching them as the result of the sweet pain he'll receive.

Feeling his ears getting warmer, Yoojin took off Hyunjae's coat, but didn't throw it away. Instead, he brought it close to his face and began to snuggle it.

This. This was the third reason for avoiding this coat. Because It smelled like Hyunjae's own scent and his expensive cologne. It felt nice, it felt home.

When did the thing between him and Hyunjae start again? Was it after the he had returned from his military services 2 years ago and the blonde took him out on a date to dinner, or was it from the moment he had bumped into the latter for the first time? Yoojin didn't know. Atleast he knew one thing... that he wasn't Hyunjae's one night stand or hookup.... since it happened more than a couple of times. *Creak*

Yoojin's thought bubble burst as he threw away the coat on the bed before the door could be fully opened. Hyunjae entered with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

"Care to join for a drink? ^ ^"

the man raised the bottle toward the younger male with the familiar annoying grin. Yoojin wouldn't probably admit it, but the grin did look less annoying to him since recently.

As Hyunjae put the glasses down on the bedside table and sat down on the armchair to pour the drinks, Yoojin slowly joined him.

There was only one armchair in the room, which Hyunjae had already claimed. The room didn't have any other place other than the bed to sit, which Yoojin found inconvenient everytime he visited, but it made sense because he knew Hyunjae never brought anyone here before him.

Yoojin took the glass offered to him and chugged it down after clicking the glasses.

"My my! Someone's impatient!"

Yoojin ignored him and poured himself another glass. Hyunjae took the advantage of this moment, and warping his arm around Yoojin's waist, he pulled the latter on his lap.

To this act, Yoojin flinched but didn't move away, as he mentioned before that he's now used to this guys tactics. Which is why he also ignored the hard bump poking his ass.

To be honest, Yoojin had noticed that bulge since they set foot in the elevator. But he didn't complain, neither he will now. After all, this was his true motive to visit Hyunjae tonight.

Yes, this was the reason why despite having a week off for lack of missions, tonight, Yoojin had visited Seseong. After being annoyed for having a fight at his workplace and being fired, he really wanted to vent to someone. And he knew exactly who could accompany him. But his wishes were crushed after finding out that his boss was out running errands alone.

While going to search for him, Yoojin was really furious. Why wouldn't he be, after Hyunjae recently survived an assassination attempt last month. He had actually just wanted to wait in the dark alley until Hyunjae had reached his car so he could join the latter, which he had to change midway after sesnsing the potential foes. And.... we know what happened after that.

"Why are you spacing out so much?"

Hyunjae asked in a low tone while resting his chin on Yoojin's shoulder.

"You really shouldn't run errands alone."

Yoojin mumbled while filling Hyunjae's glass, which the latter had raised towards him.

"Got it! I won't make my item worried anymore!"

His tone was really low and his lips dangerously close to Yoojin's ear, which had already started to flush. Yoojin didn't want his feelings to be discovered. Alas, he picked up the bottle and-

*Chug* *Chug*

"!!!!"

The blonde gasped.

"Oh my, Yoojin what are you doing?!"

He snatched away the bottle while Yoojin was barely halfway through. Yoojin absolutely can not handle his drink, and it shows. Since he has already started to fall apart.

Yoojin almost wobbled and fell down before a large hand grasped his chin from behind and pulled him back, and without any complaint, Yoojin was leaning against Hyunjae's broad chest, a bit tipsy.

The hand lifted his face upwards, toward the hand's owner, who was now laughing.

"Ah, Yoojin! When will you stop using alcohol as an excuse? It's about time you be a little more honest with yourself!"

Too bad, none of his words actually reached Yoojin's ears, who was thoughtlessly admiring the beautiful face of the former with his mouth wide open.

"Like what you see? Wanna see more? ^ ^"

Hyunjae got up from his armchair, carrying Yoojin in his arms, towards his bed. Feeling the movement, Yoojin slightly sobered up, trying to wriggle away.

"? What's the problem Yoojin?"

"St- Stop, gotta b- bath firstt!"

Yoojin said despite struggling. He absolutely does not want to dirty Hyunjae's expensive bedsheets. His clothes are dirty(from pretending to fall down in the alley) and he stinks of cheap soju. Which is why he's feeling extremely insecure right now.

"Oh ^ ^? Don't worry, after we're done, we'll bath together! ♡"

"N- no!!"

Yoojin felt really self-conscious about his appearance, but was laid on the bed anyway.

He kept whinning until he felt a hand sliding inside his hoodie, reaching his stomach. Yoojin looked at the hand, then at the owner of the hand with hazy eyes, who was also looking back at him.

As if the blonde was waiting for this moment. The moment they locked eyes, he leaned towards Yoojin's face, really close. Their noses side by side, rubbing against each other, the distance between their lips about half inches. They could feel each other's breaths, and hear the heartbeats.

But Hyunjae didn't kiss Yoojin, he just kept gazing upon the latter's dark chocolate coloured eyes. Yoojin's face was already flushed as he stared back at the former's golden orbs.

Yoojin knew well what was happening. Hyunjae was waiting for him to make the first move, so the latter couldn't use excuses anymore. The pettyness growing in Yoojin sobered him up further.

"Fucking Asshole!"

He moved his hand upwards to grab the back of Hyunjae's neck, then pulled him closer, reducing that half inch distance between their lips into nothing, while Hyunjae grinned against the former's lips. The smell of cheap soju wasn't even noticable anymore due to the influence of the expensive whisky they could taste in each others mouth.

And before Yoojin knew it, he had warped both his arms around Hyunjae's neck, trying to pull him closer as possible, as if... trying to merge the latter's body with his own body.

'Fuck! It feels good... Dangerously good!!'

Unfortunately, Hyunjae couldn't read minds, if he could, he could've hear Yoojin's unspoken pleas more clearly.

To be continued :)

Chapter Text

True motive (part 2)

'Hott. Soo hott!'

The burning sensation in his mouth was the only thing Yoojin could feel. Just his tongue seemed to be in action, while his nose numbed by the smell of whiskey... eyes shut by the bliss of the moment, and his ears... they've been ringing since the last 5 minutes. Yoojin could only feel his wet tongue entangled with the another person's, fighting for dominance. It was a heated fight, and so intense that Yoojin felt his breath getting stolen.

It wasn't until the other person pulled away and the string of saliva linking their lips broke, that Yoojin finally managed to breath. He felt a thumb pressing against his lips, wiping the saliva away.

"Breathe Yoojin. I wouldn't want you to pass out even before we begin!"

Yoojin slowly opened his eyes and managed to look at the blurry figure of the blonde, who sat up to take off their attire.

Hyunjae reached for his neck, loosening his tie before slowly shedding it off. He then unhurriedly worked on his shirt buttons. And while doing so, he glanced at the younger male, who laid still, looking at the former with fascination.

"Yoojin! Do you need help in stripping? ^ ^"

The asked person jolted as if they got caught red handed while doing something bad, then got up to take off their hoodie.

Hyunjae stripped off his own shirt, revealing his pale sturdy torso. Yoojin couldn't help but stare shamelessly. Since unlike Hyunjae, he had a very avarage looking build, despite going through hell of a training back in his teenage days. Not to mention the scars scattered around his body which he received from his missions.

As Yoojin was once again distracted, Hyunjae clasped his leg, yanking him towards himself, to which the latter didn't protest much.

Once again, Yoojin was laid straight on the matress with the weight of another person above him, their mouths joint. Except this time, Hyunjae's hand slided down towards Yoojin's chest, towards his right nipple which seemed to be already stiff by their actions.

"Mmph!?"

Yoojin squirmed as his moans got swallowed by the other person. The latter was teasing his hardened peak with their thumb.

It wasn't noticable yet, but Yoojin could definitely feel the tightness in his jeans.

After some moment, Hyunjae eventually released Yoojin's wet lips, making his way to the latter's neck. Leaving kisses here and there until he reached the latter's nipple and took it in his mouth, to which Yoojin shuddered. He grunted and slapped a hand on his mouth to reduce the noises.

But soon after, he felt a hand over his crotch. Hyunjae popped the nipple out of his mouth.

"Oh my! Yoojin, don't tell me you got hard by just me sucking your nipple? ^ ^"

*Huff* "S- Shut up Hyunjae! It's all your fault that I'm like this!!"

Yoojin hid his face with his hands.

"I see you already dropped the honorifics on your own! That's a good start for being honest towards yourself! ^ ^"

Alas, Hyunjae worked on Yoojin's jeans, pulling them off with the underwears, leaving the latter with nothing.

Hyunjae took a moment to observe Yoojin's bare body. The latter was actually in great health now, unlike the first time they did it(3 years ago). At that time, Yoojin barely had any meat in his body, to which Hyunjae was concerned that he might break him. Hence, he had decided to send Yoojin food time to time, to which the latter protested at first but eventually gave in.

Yoojin peeked through his fingers to see Hyunjae sizing him up. He felt his face burning up behind his hands. It's not something new, they've done it before, and Hyunjae has seen his everything already, but he couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach everytime the other person observed him like he was some fancy art piece.

Hyunjae ran down a hand through Yoojin's stomach where some scars were visible, making the latter quiver. He then slowly reached towards Yoojin's bare hard member, enveloping his fingers around it. He smeared the precum back around Yoojin's tip, making the latter growl.

Once he began to stroke it, Yoojin started squirming badly.

"Looks like You're in great health Yoojin!! ^ ^"

"Sh- shhut t-the f- fuckk u-up!"

Yoojin managed to say without moaning, his arms now around his upper face, covering his eyes.

"^ ^"

Hyunjae decided to be brutal, fondling him mercilessly, leaving Yoojin breathless. The latter got up all flushed up, and grabbed onto Hyunjae's hand.

"hei- hey t-too mm-muchh!!"

However, instead of slowing down, he warped his other hand around Yoojin so that he couldn't object anymore. And once Yoojin was in Hyunjae's grasp, he could only leave shallow gasps and grunts.

Just like that, when Yoojin was over stimulated and almost at his climax, Hyunjae suddenly freed his cock.

"???"

Yoojin was flabbergasted.

"Can't let you finish without me, can I?"

Hyunjae pulled the bedside drawer to pull out a bottle of lube, then rummaging further through it, only to sit in silence.

"Oh dear! We don't have any condoms left!"

He looked at the lying person, "Sorry Yoojin! Guess we'll have to stop here for today! "

"??"

Yoojin looked at Hyunjae with disbelief. Was this man really going to leave him halfway after making a mess of him? He sat up quickly.

"What the hell do you mean by stop here?!!"

His tone came out ruder than he wanted it to be, must be the frustration.

"There aren't any condoms left here. And I believe anyone of us isn't in position to go out and buy one!"

Yoojin was about to complain but bit his lips and looked away. As much he didn't want to admit, but Hyunjae was right. And, Yoojin himself was the one who declared that they would never do it without protection, cuz then it would be less sensual and more primal. And honestly, he might've abandoned the idea of sleeping tonight as well... If he wasn't sitting here naked on Hyunjae's bed, with a aching feeling inside him.

After a minute of thinking, Yoojin finally decided to give up his principles.

"Nevermind you can still do it ....."

Yoojin mumbled while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Pardon?"

"I SAID YOU CAN RAWDOG ME!!"

Yoojin yelled in frustration despite his face flaring up in shame.

"Oh my! So vulgar!"

The blonde dramatically gasped (again), but then grabbed Yoojin by his neck and kissed him, which actually calmed the younger male down a bit.

And within the next moment, Yoojin's legs were spread across the bed, as Hyunjae sat between them with the lube bottle in his hand, ready to loosen up the former. Yoojin decided to not pay much attention to it as he already was red as a tomato. He just wanted to bite his tongue and keep quiet.

"Yoojin.... I'm putting another finger in"

The blonde pushed his fourth finger inside Yoojin's soft orifice, to which Yoojin could only whine.

By the time Hyunjae felt it was enough prep and pulled all his fingers out, Yoojin was already a mess, trembling around the bedsheets, whimpering, as it was supposed to be for pleasure.

However, when Hyunjae got down from the bed and unbuckled his belt, Yoojin somehow managed to glance at him with his teary eyes.

Hyunjae unzipped his trousers and pulled them down alongside his boxers, causing his own hard member to wriggle out.

Yoojin gulped in awe, like he does everytime. It was already ironic to believe that he's been taking that huge thing inside him, not to mention, today it was going to be skin-to-skin as well. He watched as Hyunjae returned in the bed and applied the rest of the lube on his cock.

While Yoojin's was still mentally preparing himself, he was dragged towards Hyunjae by the leg again.

"!!!"

Yoojin shivered as he felt Hyunjae's cock pressing on his ass. He wanted to look away but Hyunjae didn't let that happen by pulling the former in a heated kiss.

"Mmphh!!" Yoojin let out a frustrated grunt as he felt Hyunjae's cock teasing his asshole by rubbing against it but not plunging inside yet.

Once Yoojin's patience finally wore out, he bit on Hyunjae's lip, causing the latter to pull away. The bite eventually left a red bruise on Hyunjae's lip.

"getting feisty, are we?"

"Just fuck me already!!!"

"You're so impatient tonight, Yoojin!"

"Are you gonna fuck me or not?"

"Tell me if it hurts. ^ ^"

And just after saying this, he gripped onto Yoojin's hips, thrusting his hardness inside the latter's aching hole, causing him to let out a scream.

"Ughh!"

Yoojin bit his lips and clenched the bedsheets. It's true that it hurt everytime Hyunjae pushed his huge cock inside him, but the pain left a burning sensation inside his guts, and Yoojin liked that burn. Right now as well, while Hyunjae was settling himself inside, Yoojin shuddered by that familiar sensetion and unknowingly twitched around the other person's cock.

"Uhh! Relax a bit Yoojin!"

But Yoojin didn't know how to, currently he was barely holding himself back from crying out because of the intense pain-pleasure he was feeling.

Hyunjae took a moment to observe that as well. It was fascinating. He liked Yoojin's rebellious nature and tantrums.... but having that same Yoojin like this, vulnerable, whimpering beneath him, it was really tempting to Hyunjae. As if these thoughts weren't enough, the feeling of Yoojin's tightness wrapped around himself, it turned him on further.

Hence, Hyunjae finally started moving, making the other person whine. He started slow, giving the younger male time to adjust.

But as time went on, the soft sobs of Yoojin and his own sighs, alongside the wet noise created by the friction of their bodies, seemed to reduce Hyunjae's patience. Alas, despite being a mature person, he started thrusting rapidly, making the other person squeal.

"Heyy Hyunjaee s-slow down a lit- AHH♡!!"

Yoojin cried out as Hyunjae thrusted deep inside him, hitting his prostate. Yoojin felt his tears welling up, not because of pain but due to the stimulation. Not to mention the primal arousal created by the friction of their bare skins.

As Hyunjae sped up, Yoojin could literally feel his insides melting. Just then, he felt a hand reaching the back of his neck, suddenly yanking him up.

By the time Yoojin grasped the whole situation, he was already sitting on Hyunjae's lap. He looked forward with wide eyes, but maintaining eye contact with those two dark golder orbs of Hyunjae was tough. Infact Yoojin had to look away because he could literally feel the lust radiating from the other person's gaze.

Hyunjae suddenly let go of Yoojin's neck, causing the latter gasp for the loss of balance. Instinctly Yoojin warped his arms around the other person's neck, which Hyunjae orignally wanted. He grinned as Yoojin glared at him with his eyes full of questions. But his questions were answered as Hyunjae clasped his arm around Yoojin's waist and thrusted upward. By this sudden act, Yoojin let out an yelp. Feeling satisfied, Hyunjae embraced Yoojin and started pounding him from beneath, to which the latter could only grunt and scratch the former's back.

In addition to that, his own cock was constantly grinding against Hyunjae's stomach, which was too much friction for Yoojin to handle, as he kept reciting incomprehensible phrases. Feeling overwhelmed, Yoojin unintentionally twitched his walls.

"Haahh!!! Re- Relax Yoojin! You're gonna break me!"

Hyunjae breathed, his tone raspy. Yoojin's brain couldn't make out a single word though, as he was barely awake.

"Come on Yoojin! Don't fall asleep! ^ ^"

While Hyunjae tried to chat with Yoojin, unawarely his eyes lowered towards Yoojin's stomach, where his cock was hitting inside the latter. Impulsively he brushed his hand against that spot of Yoojin's stomach, making the younger whine further.

"What are you doin-"

Yoojin's words were cut off by the another sudden kiss the blonde offered. And as Hyunjae confirmed Yoojin was still awake, he began his torment once more. Aside from pounding Yoojin in the prostate and kissing him fiercely, he was now also ruthlessly caressing that certain spot of Yoojin's stomach, eventually bringing the poor guy towards the edge.

Hyunjae finally pulled his lips away to give the other person a moment to breathe, Yoojin gasped and rushed for the former's neck, sinking his teeth there, which was supposed to revenge, Hyunjae assumed.

 However, It only turned him on further. He hugged Yoojin tightly and thrusted deep inside him, making the latter release his neck and yell. The last hit was really effective, overstimulating poor Yoojin's senses beyond his capacity. He felt the intense heat inside him as he reached a toe curling climax.

The white semen squirted out, painting both of their chest and stomachs, and as he felt the tingling sensation inside him, he couldn't help but twitch severely.

It only caused Hyunjae loose his composure. Hyunjae felt his own release approaching.

Hence, he plunged himself inside Yoojin for the last time, ignoring the latter's wail and pulling him into a tighter embrace, he buried his face on Yoojin's neck.... growling against his ear.

"Bear with me, Yoojin!"

Saying that, Hyunjae shot his load deep inside Yoojin. As for Yoojin, he could feel the wet, warm sensetion in his core. It made him quiver persistently. He wasn't even done relishing the moment of his ecstasy and now aside from that, it felt all hot inside him as well.

It was a new experience, a very intense one, and Yoojin couldn't comprehend it with his melted brain. But he definitely knew, that after this encounter, he could never go back to the way they did it before.

The room now seemed silent with just their sighs, as none of them spoke, savoring this new experience.

10 minutes passed. However Hyunjae sat still, holding onto Yoojin, not pulling out. As Yoojin slowly regained his senses, he got annoyed. Pinching Hyunjae around the waist, he seeked, "Why aren't you pulling out yet?"

The blonde leisurely rose his face from Yoojin's neck,

"I was savoring this new feeling of being so enclosed to my precious item! ♡"

Yoojin glared.

"We're done long ago, so let go of me already...."

"Hmm.... I don't think I can do that yet. ╯⁠︵⁠╰ "

Now that Yoojin finally noticed, he could really feel Hyunjae's half-hard cock inside him.

"Are you fucking crazy?!!"

"Maybe I am. So are you up for another round? ^ ^"

"Are you nuts? I just came!!" A pause from the blonde.

" I understand. So, are you up for another round? ^ ^"

"............................" "Yaa..."

"^ ^"

To be continued :)

Chapter Text

Destination: Seoul

The boring white ceiling was the first thing that met Yoojin's eyes after he woke up. Through the corner of his eyes, he could make out the wallclock, which signalled it was early in the morning.

'Fuck, looks like I passed out again!' Yoojin sighed internally.

For context, Yoojin passes out midway during their deeds everytime. Alas, his strategy for last night was to stay awake till the end, but looks like he failed again miserably.

As Yoojin slowly regained his senses, he could finally feel the heavy weight over him.
'What the hell?'

Yoojin finally noticed the blonde lying above him, asleep. Moreover, Yoojin could still feel Hyunjae's soft member inside him, and the dry-wet sticky sensation alongside it...

Yoojin sighed again. It's hopeless. Not only that this huge bag of potato was lying above him, but he could guess that his legs would give out the moment he tried to get up.

Moreover, he didn't want to move himself, since then the other person would wake up as well.

Yoojin side eyed the head full of blonde hair buried in his neck, arms firmly warped around Yoojin's shoulders.

'sleeping like this, does this guy not feel any numbness?'

He wondered, seeing the weird position they were in. Just then, he looked over to Hyunjae's back.

Firstly, Yoojin thanked his luck that this man had the blanket warped around his lower part. Because he definitely didn't want to see another man's butt the first thing in the morning.

Yoojin's eyes moved upward. Hyunjae's upper back was in view. His muscles spread out. Even the skin looked perfect. Yoojin envied his body wholeheartedly... afterall, how could this old man have this good physique while he himself was all bones despite going through months of training. Yes, that's also true that he had some meat in himself now... wheather within his body or in his ass.

'He's sleeping, right?"

Yoojin gulped.

'How about I just give it a little feel! He wouldn't even notice.'

He slowly raised his right arm, despite being caged up beneath. The arm slowly reached towards Hyunjae's back muscles.

'Just a little...'

He touched Hyunjae's back with his shaky hand. The slightly warm skin felt great against his rather cold fingers. He ran down his fingers against the other man's back out of reflex.

'Damn... Why is even his body so perfect? He's already got a handsome face.... Ei no... Why am I thinking about that?'

Despite complaining mentally, he was already caressing Hyunjae's back with both hands.
About a minute or two passed.

".........................." "You're awake, aren't you?"

"Oh my! How did you notice? ^ ^"

Yoojin maintained indifference but felt his face heating up. The blonde had already moved to his side and was starring at him with those cresent moon shaped eyes of his.

Yoojin had already removed his hands from Hyunjae's back but didn't move from his spot.
The fact Hyunjae probably knew that he can't move since his legs were basically asleep.

'Fucker.'

"I can almost hear your thoughts, Yoojin! ^ ^"

"Ohh fuck off will you?"

Yoojin pushed himself up and tried to get off the bed using his limbs, until he had a arm wrapped around him, pulling him back into his previous spot.

Hyunjae rested his face on Yoojin's back, hugging him tightly. His eyes closed.

"Rest a little more. It's still early."

Yoojin was never familiar with morning gestures. Which is why he gets taken aback everytime Hyunjae shows this kind of actions.

"No. I feel gross." Yoojin breathed.

I mean, why wouldn't he. He was already reeking of cheap liquor, and now he's also got sweat and bodily fluid all over his body. Looks like Hyunjae didn't keep his promise of bathing together.

As if the blonde could hear his thoughts again, "Oh my, sorry for the delay."

Hyunjae got off the bed, while Yoojin looked away to keep himself from witnessing the former's naked figure. But in the next moment, he was taken off the sheets as well, in the former's arms.

"What the hell?" Yoojin tried to cover the most of his body he could.

"What else? I'm keeping my promise! ^ ^ "

"But why are you carrying me??"

"Can you walk?"

"........." In fact Yoojin couldn't.

"Then shall we move?"

"Yaa..."

"^ ^"

The warm water felt soothing on Yoojin's aching muscles. Hyunjae has already helped him brush and cleaned him out despite his complains, then put him in this bathtub above himself. Hence Yoojin was now relaxing in the foam filled bathtub, above Hyunjae's body.
Yoojin's face was pressed against Hyunjae's chest. The former kept his eyes closed as he didn't want to make awkward eye contact with the other man's nipple.

Though Yoojin could feel a hand caressing his head, playing with his hair.

"How are you feeling now Yoojin?"

"Better."

"I'm glad to hear so. ^ ^"

After 15 or 20 minutes, Hyunjae got up from the tub, leaving Yoojin alone. Yoojin almost missed his presence.

Hyunjae turned on the shower next to the tub and rinsed himself, while Yoojin just sat still in the tub, avoiding eye contact.

Once Hyunjae finished up rinsing himself, wrapped up a robe¹ around him. Once Yoojin knew that the other male had clothes on, he finally looked towards Hyunjae's direction. The said man was drying his hair with a dryer in front of the bathroom mirror. Yoojin quietly watched as Hyunjae dried his blonde locks and combed them neatly, next grabbing a cream to put on his face.

'Damn... how high maintenanced is he?'

Yoojin could only wonder.

Once the man was finished, he went back to his bedroom after telling Yoojin to wait in the tub so he could carry the latter out of the tub.

But ofcourse, Yoojin was never a person to obey. Once Hyunjae was out of sight, he got up from the tub. His legs almost wobbled but they had gotten enough rest to function.

Yoojin washed himself in the shower and went to the bathroom cabinet to get a robe. He was also lucky enough to find the underwear he left here two weeks ago.

Yoojin grabbed a towel for his hair and got out of the bathroom. As he entered the room, he saw Hyunjae had a tiny dinning table placed beside the (now cleaned)bed, which obviously wasn't there before. And Hyunjae was organising breakfast on it.

"Oh my, I see you came out on your own already. The server just delivered these breakfast. Come, have some.

Seeing the high quality foreign food², Yoojin's mouth started watering and he quickly sat on the chair Hyunjae offered him.

He grabbed onto the knife-fork and put a piece of waffle inside his mouth. His tongue melted by the taste. Alas, he slowly savoured the food.

Hyunjae sat in front of him with what looked like a tea cup. He poured himself the tea and just took a cookie.

"Eyy. Whoy dwon you yeet ayithing elsh? (Hey, why don't you eat anything else) Yoojin asked while chewing on his food.

"Oh, You don't have to worry about me, this is all I need for breakfast. You eat comfortably. ^ ^"

"Wheeard." (weird)

10 minutes later.

*Knock* *knock*

Hyunjae took another sip out of his cup, "You can come in, Soyoung."

The energetic foreign girl opened the door with enthusiasm. "Good morning Boss. Good morning Yoojin-ssi!" The girl had a shopping bag on her hand, which she placed on Hyunjae's bedside table.

"Boss, everyone's already done preparing. We're just waiting for you now."

"I see. Then I shall get ready as well." Hyunjae took another sip leisurely.

The girl greeted them again and left without further discussion.

"Wehre arh youu goinh'?" (Where are you going)

"Seoul."

Yoojin was familiar with Hyunjae visiting Seoul for meetings now and then. The latter would return within 2 or 3 days and dramatically sob about how he missed his dear item.

"Ooh. Wok suff huh?" (Oh, work stuff huh)
"No."

"Hmm?"

"I'm going back to Seoul."

Yoojin stopped chewing, and looked over to Hyunjae's direction to make sure he heard right.

"Whoth hid you jusht sey?" (What did you just say)

"That... I'm going back to Seoul."

Yoojin gulped down the food in his mouth, not trying to chew further. He knew that Hyunjae orignally lived in Seoul and came to busan for some business 6 years ago. But he didn't expect that Hyunjae would want to go back soon. Was the business he came here for finished?

"Then.... w- what about your office? Are you going to leave it unattended?"

"No? I'm going to shut it down." Hyunjae uttered, before walking over to his closet.

"Why the hell would you shut down an organization like this?"

"Yoojin. I think you have a misunderstanding. This is just a branch of my organization. My main office is in Seoul."

Yoojin got up. He didn't know why. He felt something inside him which he couldn't verbalize.

"You mean you're leaving Busan?"

"Hmm. I think you could say that."

"S- So you won't be coming b- back here anymore?" Yoojin felt his voice stutter.

"I mean, I could... If there's any need?"

"Does that mean you're also leaving m-"

Yoojin stopped himself from finishing the sentence. What was he just about to say? Was he really going to ask his boss if he(hj) was going to leave him(yj) behind. Yoojin felt his ears burning up.

"What were you saying Yoojin?" The man asked without looking back, searching for suits from his closet.

To be honest, Yoojin himself did not know what he was saying. But he knew one thing, that he definitely didn't like the idea of Hyunjae leaving. Yet he didn't want to admit that either.

"I was saying... how am I gonna do my job then?"

"Oh don't worry about that. I have my allies here, I can hand over your missions to you through them. And about your payment³? They'll deliver that as well. ^ ^"

"......."

Yoojin didn't have anything else to say. At this point, he was just praying that Hyunjae brings up the topic himself. But that man didn't.

Yoojin watched as Hyunjae slowly dressed himself up in a new three-piece beige suit.
Yoojin felt that, if he didn't gather the courage to speak now, he might never get the chance again.

He walked over to the blonde and tugged onto his jacket.

"So... are you going to leave your item behind?"

"Pardon?" The blonde looked back at Yoojin.

"So you're just going to abandon your favourite item?" Yoojin recited.

The blonde's mouth cuved into a smirk as he fully turned around.

"Did I hear it right, Yoojin? Are you saying you're going to miss me? I'm flattered!"

".... What if I do?"

"Ooh?"

Yoojin looked away again. There was no way he could make eye contact with Hyunjae after this. But the said man did the next thing rightly.

Yoojin was grabbed by the arm and pulled into his arms. The former actually flinched this time, because they were in middle of a serious conversation.

"What are you-"

"Then would you like to leave with me?" The blonde questioned without letting the other male finish.

"Huh?" Yoojin's eyes widened a little.

"I'm asking if you would like to leave with me."

Yoojin was astonished. He didn't expect this kind of offer, neither was he ready to answer.

He scratched the back of his head out of nervousness.

 "Why the hell would I do that?Why would I leave my-" But he eventually shut up after realising he didn't actually had anything to say.

Family house? He sold that cursed place off long ago.

Brother? In Seoul.

Old friends? He's got none. His only remaining friends are the ones he met in his assassin training and the ones from the military. And, none of them actually live in Busan.

His job? He just got fired yesterday.

Apartment? ............... Are we seriously bringing that shit again?

This doesn't leave any excuse for him to defend his hometown. You can't feel the sense of nostalgia about somewhere if there isn't even any good memory to sense.

Yoojin wondered. It's true afterall. The reason he hadn't felt lonely in these boring years were because of this annoying man in front of him, who was always there to keep him company. And now that man was leaving as well.

"Can't really think of reasons to stay behind, can you?" The blonde asked, as if he could hear the coiling thought of the other person like an open book.

"........" Yoojin remaind silent.
Hyunjae pushed a hair strand hair behind Yoojin's ear.

"Say Yoojin. Are you brave enough to leave your past behind and have a new beginning somewhere else?"

His voice had a mocking tone, clearly to provoke the other unsubconsciously.

"What about my brother? He lives in Seoul as well? How am I gonna do my job with him around?"

"Hmm. Maybe don't tell him that you're moving there? Seoul's quite massive you know, he won't be able to find you easily."

"Are you fucking kidding me???" Yoojin almost yelled.

"Guess not... ╯⁠︵⁠╰ . You can always make plans after moving, you know that right?"

"........"

"So will you start anew or not?

A long pause after Yoojin finally gave up.
'Fuck it. Let's see what happens!'

"Yes... guess I'll just do that as well..."

"Very good choice." The blonde feigned a clap.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Yoojin said nervously.

"But I would personally prefer if you had changed into something else before we leave. ^ ^"

"!!" Yoojin remembered that he was still in robes, while the other person in a suit.

"Where are my clothes anyway?"

"Oh, I sent them alongside the bedsheets to the laundry."

Yoojin's ears reddened after remembering the reason why the bedsheets were needed to be cleaned in the first place.

"So what am I gonna wear now?"

"Don't worry about that. ^ ^"

Hyunjae grabbed the shopping bag Soyoung had dropped off earlier. He pulled out a tiny bag out of it and handed it to Yoojin.

The latter rummaged through it to find a pair of jeans with a hoodie similar to the one he was wearing yesterday. He felt contented that Soyoung knew his style⁴.

Not wasting any further moment, he took off the robe to change into the clothes, to which Hyunjae let out a whistle.

Yoojin ignored him and quickly put on the clothes. And once he once done, he started looking around, as if trying to find something.

"Where's my shoes?"

"Oh you mean those torn rags? I threw them away. ^ ^"

"What the fuck?"

"Don't worry. I bought you a new pair."

He pulled out a shoe box out of the bag and gave it to Yoojin. It was pair of sneakers, which clearly looked expensive than the ones he had before.

Seeing that Yoojin was lost in thoughts again, Hyunjae decided to break the tension, "Do you want me to help you put them on? ^ ^"

"Fuck off."

He took out the shoes and put them on. The shoes were suspiciously accurate to his size.

"You know... I don't even wanna ask how you know my shoe size."

Yoojin sighed.

"I'm just gonna assume you checked it from my old shoes."

"^ ^"

Once the two men exited from the elevator and reached the ground floor, Soyoung came running.

"Boss! We're waiting for your permission to move."

"Hmm, I see. And the errand I gave you?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, boss! I had people sent over yesterday night, and they're long gone to Seoul with Yoojin-ssi's household possessions."

"???" It was out of context for Yoojin.

"I see. Good job Soyoung. So would you like me to drop you off in my car?"

"No Boss, I'll pass. I've got my bike!" The girl showed a motorbike key paired with a dragon Keychain.

"Are you sure that you won't get a speeding ticket this time?"

"Yes boss, don't worry about it!" She said with a thumbs up.

"Well then, You may leave before me to finish the further arrangements back in Seoul."

"OK boss, goodbye. Yoojin-ssi, bye to you as well! We'll meet in Seoul again!"

Hyunjae watched the girl go, clearly pretending not to see the bloody glare directed towards himself.

"Oh dear, isn't it such a nice day Yoojin?"

"So my stuffs were already deported to Seoul? And here I was thinking before stopping at my apartment to get the only important things."

"Isn't it better then? To have all your stuf-"

Hyunjae was dragged down at yoojin's level by his suit collar.

"So it was your plan all along to take me with you, and you just played with me to see how desperate I can be?" Yoojin yelled in lower tone, not wanting to attract the attention of the other employees.

"I mean, it did work afterall! ^ ^"

"You fuckin-" Yoojin took a deep breath to calm himself.

"What were you going to do if I didn't agree to go?"

"I knew you would agree." The blonde replied with confidence.

"..........." Yoojin dared not to acknowledge his confidence.

Hyunjae didn't wait either. He wrapped his arm around Yoojin's shoulder and walked towards the entrance gate.

"Wait a second, Mr. Sung Hyunjae!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Yoojin stopped and looked back.

A man in black suit, around 40 or so⁵, walked towards them.

"Mr. Rey." Hyunjae spoke, "I see you already got the news of our departure."

"Yes sir. I came to greet you."

The man finally looked over to Yoojin, who had been quiet.

"How are you doing, Yoojin?

Rey asked with a familiar grin.

"Good... Mr. Rey." Yoojin replied. He was seeing Rey after whole 3 years.

"You aren't causing too much trouble for him, right Yoojin?"

"No... Mr. Rey."

"Sir, may I have a moment with him?" Rey asked.

"Sure, why not?" Hyunjae replied.

The man pulled Yoojin in an unexpected embrace, to which the latter quivered. They stood still for some moment before the man finally let go of the younger male.

"Sir, Yoojin's like my kid. And since he's in your care now, please take good care of him."

Rey said to Hyunjae, while patting Yoojin's head.

"^ ^"

Yoojin just stood there, unable to say anything. He didn't remember when was the last time his parents cared for him, now this man, who he had no blood relation with and just met several years ago, was showing him the parental care he always craved.

Yoojin met Rey almost on his daily basis when he was undergoing training. But once he started working for Hyunjae, Rey barely came to meet him. Even though Yoojin didn't know the reason back then, he knows now⁶.

"Goodbye Yoojin. Take care." The man spoke.

"You too, Mr. Rey. Goodbye." Yoojin managed to say without stammering, before Hyunjae finally walked him out of the office.

The car was ready just outside the office, ready for them to hop in.

Once Yoojin opened the door to the passenger's seat, he could hear Rey dramatically weeping from behind.

"Hah... I feel like a father marrying off my daughter and sending her to her in laws!"

"?????"

Yoojin was dumbfounded.

'What did he just say?'

Did this man really just called himself Yoojin's father, and potraited him as a daughter, not even a son.

But he sat on the seat without any comment. And once Hyunjae sat on the driving seat as well and started the car, Yoojin looked at that man through the window, who orignally brought him in this profession. The said man was waving his hand in a farewell guesture.

As the car started and moved from the spot, Yoojin kept watching the man waving his hand through the side mirror, until he and the left office was out of sight.

The car picked up speed bit by bit, and moved towards their next destination, Seoul.

To be continued :)

robe¹ : He wore an underwear as well guys, not just the robe.

foreign food² : The breakfast set contained some warm waffles with maple on them. Scrambled eggs in the side, with a bowl of fruit salad. A glass of orange juice alongside it. And some pastries and cookies with a jar of chamomile tea.

payment³ : Yoojin gets his commission through cash. Because, if he received them through his bank account, the government would obviously catch on, duh!

his style⁴ : Actually.... Hyunjae told Soyoung about Yoojin's style, but Yoojin doesn't know of course. (Just like that one time in the manhwa when he bought a basket of flowers and said Soyoung sent them) Poor Hyunjae :(

around 40 or so⁵ : The fact Rey's 40 and Hyunjae's 38. Lol, one's giving parental care while the other one..... iykuk.

he knows now⁶ : Wait a bit guys. We'll know in next chapter.

Chapter Text

[Disclaimer: No real women were harmed in the processing of this chapter. Every description used is fictional and made by a mentally ill teenage author.]

"Mine" (part 1)

2013, August 19, Seoul¹, Seseong headquarter

The blonde took a sip out of his cup leisurely. The floral, subtly sweet taste of lavender tea helped him calm his mind. Despite it being his unwinding time, the man wore a brown three piece suit, with the jacket hanging from the chair handle as he sat on it cross legged.

The person at the other side of the glass table, with two bodyguards standing behind himself, waited patiently for the former's response.

"So you were saying that you've got a 'gem' I might want to look at. Am I Correct, Mr. Rey?"

The asked man answered with a simper,

"Absolutely correct, Mr. Sung Hyunjae."

Saying that, he slid down an envelope across the table.

Hyunjae placed his cup down beside it and picked up the envelope. Opening it, he found a bunch of pictures.

Each photo had managed to capture a dead body in it. But the states of those bodies were dissimilar. Some had their guts ripped out of their body, scattered around like noodles slipping out of a broken bowl, while some dipped in the pool made from their own blood.

It was enough to make a man puke and loose his appetite after watching something grotesque like this, but in this line of job, it was like watching a cockroach being crushed beneath one's footstep.

"Hmm... the tasks look well done, if that's what you would like to hear."

The blonde spoke while examining the pictures one by one. "He takes his missions seriously."

Rey proudly declared.

"Take a look at that one!"

He added, Gesturing towards a certain photo.

The blonde gazed upon that. The picture contained a woman sleeping peacefully while half-hanging from her bed, as if she had finally gotten a moment to rest her eyes after a tough day of labour. It might've looked like any other normal photo, if not for the empty, open vial held in her left hand and the bubbles coming out of her mouth.

"He was given the task to make the job look like suicide. The woman already had records of failed suicide attempts, we just had to turn those attempts into reality."

"How did he managed to do that?"

"Oh... It was very easy task actually. He looked for some poison in the woman's house, and actually managed to find some. He then mixed it in her water. She took it before going to bed."

He spoke in a single breath.

"He placed the empty vial in her hand after confirming her death. Quite easy if we're talking."

He added.

"How did she not notice the difference in taste?"

"It was a tasteless poison."

"And what about the glass?"

"That's my favourite part actually. He said, that, after confirming her death, he just went to her kitchen, washed the glass, and put it back in the cabinet beside the sink, leaving no evidence."

Rey breathed, then continued.

"And since an autopsy can't tell if she took the poison with or without water, the case was eventually confirmed to be the suicide case of a depressed woman and closed off."

"I see! It indeed is an easy task. But despite the ease, I could tell that he's a very capable person."

"And he's still undergoing training!" Rey announced.

" ^ ^ "  "Are you sure you're not just bragging about him?"

"He deserves every praise he gets."

Rey finally slipped the file he's been holding for a while now.

Hyunjae took it and started to read it. The subject of the file was 'Han Yoojin'.

With his description and his photo inside. Hyunjae viewed the picture, which contained a kind, innocent looking teen's face.

'Hmm... One really shouldn't judge a book by its cover, huh?'

He turned through the pages. It had the long description of Yoojin's growth, routine and work development. What patterns he used the most, what kind of weapons he preferred, what kind of jobs he liked the most etc.

What really caught Hyunjae's eyes were the photos of Yoojin at the end of the file, which were probably taken after a mission's completion.

"His eyes..."

Hyunjae unknowingly mumbled.

"Oh.. those pictures were taken after his first mission. We kept them just in case he didn't want to do the job anymore. But we were lucky, he did stay."

Hyunjae didn't say anything as he was wondering something.

'Ofcourse.... his eyes look pretty, but first mission? Then why does his eyes flicker with the deadly glimmer of the face of a killer, who has claimed more than a handful of victims².'

Hyunjae decided to bury his questions and observed the teen's document further.

After 10 more minutes, he finally put the file down on the table and sat comfortably.

"What do you think sir?"

Rey's tone sounded a bit impatient.

"Well I fully agree that he's interesting."

Hearing it, Rey looked satisfied.

"But why do I need to buy him from you? I could just give him the money and bring him to my side, can't I?"

Rey smirked.

"It's not as easy as you assume, sir. Other agencies have tried that before and have received rejection from him. He's faithful to us."

"I see... But what if we just kidnap him to Seseong?"

Hyunjae asked.

".........."

A pause.

"You've got quite the humour, sir."

Rey let out a forced laugh.

"I'm not joking though."

"..........."

Rey had to take a deep breath to speak.

"He's not gonna submit to you, sir."

"What if we force him?"

"Any kind of physical violence won't be able to make him submit. He's the type of person who'd die without spilling his boss's name."

"And what if his boss's demise arrives?"

Rey stopped his bodyguards who were about to step forward³.

"Unfortunately... No. He would still work for my agency even if something happened to me."

"What if your agency collapses?"

"......... Sir, are you tight on money right now?"

Rey finally snapped.

"My apologies. I just recently started learning bargaining! ^ ^"

"I see. But that's a no as well. He'll do jobs as a freelancer rather than joining any new agency!"

"There really isn't any way to buy him, is there?"

"Doubtlessly, there isn't. But, you can for sure buy his loyalty."

"Hmm?"

Hyunjae raised his eyebrow in query.

"He can't be bought. But if I tell him to join another organization, he will, obediently!"

"I see. However, I still don't understand why you would give up such a rare gem!"

Rey sat professionally.

"As you assumed, sir... my agency might not last long, so before that happens, I'm slowly giving up my precious essentials. Whether advanced equipments or underlings."

" 'Giving up' is a strong word Mr. Rey, you aren't giving them up at no cost, are you?"

As the response, Rey just smiled.

"Well too bad, I don't do business which involves kids!"

Hyunjae picked up his teacup back after stating.

"Excuse me?"

Rey got genuinely shocked for a moment, he wasn't sure if he heard clearly.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

"We don't employ underaged people in Seseong, you might need to comeback after a few years."

Rey couldn't help but scorn.

"Sir you do realise the line of our work, right?"

"Ofcourse I do, yet I don't see the need to be the guardian to a kid. He might be a professional, but he's still young. And by the lack of guardian acknowledgement in the document, I assume he's an orphan."

"He has a younger brother, but that aside.... Why did you ask those absurd questions, if you never wanted to buy him in the first place?"

"Oh those! I just wanted to test if he really is as precious to you as you claimed! ^ ^"

"........"

Rey couldn't say anything. So those rumours about the craziness of Sung Hyunjae were right?

"But sir... It's your loss if you lose this offer now. We don't have that much time to spare, if you won't take this offer now, someone else will!"

"Are you implying that I should secure a reservation for him if I don't want to lose him to other agencies?"

"Absolutely correct, Sir. He could still be under our association until he becomes an adult, and then your organization could claim him."

"And what about his feelings? Won't he be hurt by the fact that the association he's been so devoted to is selling him away?"

Rey sighed.

"Ofcourse he would hate me if he finds out... but I don't have any choice left. I know the worth of gems, and I can't really let a gem like him waste⁴, can I?"

"Indeed... It would be foolish to do so."

Hyunjae raised the tea kettle and filled his empty cup⁵.

"Besides, I agree that it really is a splendid offer. So, what's the price for his loyalty?"

Rey smiled, as things were finally moving in the way he wanted.

He leaned forward and uttered something, which wasn't audible to the bodyguards behind him, but only to the person he was talking to.

Hearing the price, Hyunjae covered his mouth with his fingers, hiding the grin that had spread across his face.

"Deal approved."

2015, February 7, Busan⁶, Seseong branch headquarter

The blonde exited the elevator and entered the ground floor. He had just reached busan yesterday, since today was the day he was supposed to meet Yoojin. He glanced at his gold watch.

11:38 am.

'Hmm... he should be here by now.'

He pulled out his phone to call Rey to confirm about Yoojin's arrival.

However, stopped after hearing a noise from the entrance. It sounded like a fight.

He looked up at the direction where the noise was coming from. The back of a man arguing with his guards could be seen. Even though the blonde couldn't see the former's face, he could immediately tell who it was. 'Han Yoojin.'

He saw Yoojin rubbing his temples and sighing.

"Listen, let me go inside, I believe your boss will recognise me!"

However, hearing his guards laugh at him, Hyunjae decided to move towards them, wanting to give Yoojin a hand. But then,

*Pow*

He stood surprised, as Yoojin punched one of the guards.

'Oh dear!'

Though he recovered quickly, and walked towards the shorter man who was about to throw another punch, while the employees watched him(hj) with their mouths agape, not knowing what their boss's next steps were.

As Hyunjae stood right behind the raging man, the latter's elbow bumped into his stomach, making the latter aware of his presence.

He could feel the shorter man getting ready to yell in frustration.

But as Yoojin turned around to look at him, their eyes finally met for the first time.

'Ahh... those same eyes! But the look in them are different.'

Hyunjae stopped his observation and let out a mischievous smile after realising that the younger man was starring at him. The said man looked away immediately after getting caught red handed.

Hyunjae saw him taking a deep breath to calm himself, before questioning.

"Hey Mr.! Take me to your boss, what was his name again, oh yes! Sung Hyunjae! I have an appointment with him!"

'So clueless and carefree. ^ ^'

Hyunjae thought to himself. And despite knowing his identity, decided to act oblivious.

"Oh... Is that so? And who might you be??"

He asked while putting on his business smile. The other man could be seen cringing at his gesture.

"My name is Han Yoojin. I'm here to talk with Sung Hyunjae about my job as a representative of Mr. Rey! So tell me where is he!!"

Hyunjae knew himself as a mature person. Yet he decided to provoke the shorter man.

"Hmm... and what if I don't feel like the need to tell you?"

He could almost hear Yoojin's thread of sanity tear. And to his surprise, he felt Yoojin grab his caller out of frustration.

"You fucking bastard."

He heard Yoojin curse at him. It was a new experience. No one had ever tried to manhandle him or sweared at him openly.

Hyunjae could feel his employees and guards gasp, but he was busy studying the height gap between himself and the other male who had to stand on his tiptoes to assert dominance.

Hyunjae couldn't help but smile at Yoojin's bravery. He liked that he could finally see the fierce look in Yoojin's eyes with his own eyes after only seeing it in pictures.

He wanted to stay in this situation for a bit longer, but his guards pulled the raging Yoojin away from him.

"Han Yoojin! You're just like what I've heard!"

Hyunjae said in admiration while fixing his coat. The oblivious look on Yoojin's face was hilarious.

"Boss! Are you alright?" One of the guards asked.

"Huh? Boss?"

Yoojin's cluelessly spat out.

"I'm alright."

Hyunjae responded before finally introducing himself to the oblivious male.

"Nice to meet you, Han Yoojin. I've heard a lot about you from Rey. I'm Sung Hyunjae, I'll be your new boss."

Hyunjae really liked the dumbfounded look of Yoojin. His face had gone pale in shock. It was entertaining. Highly entertaining.

Working with Yoojin was not really that hard. Just as Rey claimed, he didn't question the change of his workplace and worked diligently. He would finish the missions given to him rightfully and put up with Hyunjae's jokes occasionally.

Honestly, Hyunjae didn't know himself why was he humouring Yoojin so much. Was it for the money he spent on him, or was it Yoojin himself, who managed to take a part of Hyunjae's mind through his valiance.

And as for Yoojin's side, he was actually keeping his distance from Hyunjae in the beginning, but when Rey stopped coming by Seseong and the he got lonelier⁷, Yoojin eventually had to pay attention to the only person showing interest on him.

Hyunjae actually liked that fact, that they got closer by the time for this reason, and that Yoojin got more carefree around him. Even though his personality was the same and he openly expressed his dislike for Hyunjae, the tension between them definitely changed.

Like that, everything was going fine for 2 years, until the time for Yoojin's temporary departure finally arrived.

"May you repeat what you just said?"

Hyunjae asked while turning the pages from a document.

"Boss, I need a leave⁸. I've recently got my letter for military services."

Yoojin said while looking away, he felt awkward for some reason.

"I see. How long is the time length though?"

"About two years, boss..."

"Oh my, I have to stay apart from my favourite worker for that long?"

"........."

Hyunjae finally put down the documents.

"Don't worry Yoojin. You aren't doing a corporate job. You don't have to worry about your commissions or position being occupied while you're gone. Who are we gonna employ anyway?"

Yoojin looked relaxed hearing that. The poor thing must have been worried about his brother's expenses being cut off, Hyunjae assumed.

"Then you may leave Yoojin, you have your preparation to do! ^ ^"

But Yoojin stayed for some more minutes.

"Thank you boss, I really appreciate your help."

Yoojin said with a nervous chuckle, looking down.

"Oh? Don't need to thank me Yoojin, just do me a favour! ^ ^"

"What is it boss?"

Yoojin, who didn't like to owe people, looked happy to get a chance to repay his boss. Not knowing, that he had other intentions.

"Once you return from your services, join me on a dinner date. ^ ^"

"............................."

A huge pause.

"What?"

"I believe you heard me correctly! ^ ^"

"..........."

Just like that, despite his internal displeasure, Yoojin, who didn't like to owe people, agreed to attend a dinner date with his boss upon returning. And he wasn't going to waste this chance either. What was his strategy you ask? To spend his boss's money on expensive food, duh!

Yoohyun had met Yoojin before he left for his services. the kid wanted to meet Yoojin in holidays as well but the latter refused and told him to focus on his academics.

And for Hyunjae's case, he returned to Seoul for a while, as his reason for staying in Busan was away.

Meanwhile, Yoojin couldn't help but think about Hyunjae's proposal⁹ everytime he got free in the training center. It didn't cause trouble in his training, but made him embarrassed everytime he thought about the stupid blonde. Afterall, who takes their employees to dinner? In the 4 years Yoojin worked for Rey, incidents like this didn't occur, so he didn't know if it was normal or not.

As he kept thinking about this same thing occasionally, he would eventually slap himself time to time upon realising that he's been thinking about his boss too much. And just like this, two years passed in the blink of an eye.

On the day Yoojin finished his services, he joined Yoohyun for lunch in seoul. Then returned to busan afterwards.

Despite being tired because of the long journey, he went to Seseong as promised. At this point, he was feeling severely self-conscious.

His hair had grown back a bit, and he was relaxed that he didn't look as silly as he looked in the training center. But why was he self- conscious again? Was it for he was about to meet his clingy boss after whole two years or was it for the date they were supposed to have tonight.

"Welcome back, Han Yoojin!"

Hyunjae greeted him as he entered the second floor.

It was evening time. Hyunjae was standing with a document in his hands in front of a window with the sparkling buildings of busan in the back. It was a wonderful view. Both the city and the man standing in front of it.

Yoojin eyed his features. The man had dolled himself up with a new pair of beige suit and styled hair.

'Beige really is his colour, eh?'

"Thanks boss. I'm glad to be back."

Yoojin replied, not making eye contact with the other man. And no, it absolutely wasn't because Hyunjae had slight wrinkles beneath his eyes which made him sexier¹⁰(?) or Yoojin was just nervous.

Hyunjae slowly walked towards Yoojin, who was still having an internal debate with himself. Surprising him, the man stood beside him.

"The change of hairstyle makes you looks a little different."

Yoojin jumped in shock by the sudden closeness and almost covered his head with his hands.

"It's not that bad!"

Yoojin yelled unintentionally.

This was so embarrassing. Very embarrassing. But he didn't know why! However, good thing the topic didn't get stretched further.

To be continued :)

2013, August 19¹: In case you couldn't tell. Yoojin was 17 when Rey proposed the buying offer to Hyunjae(30y). (And don't worry guys, Hyunjae didn't have any romantic feelings for teen Yoojin)

handful of victims²: Y'all, please tell me you got the reference of his eye's description!!

step forward³: Rey isn't a fool. He's in Seoul, in Seseong, in Hyunjae's own office. He knows well if his bodyguards make one wrong move, all of them will be killed in the spot.

waste⁴: Apparently, freelancer assassin's could be caught by police or be killed easily, for a lack of supporter. After going out of business, Rey can no longer be the supporter for Yoojin, which is why he wanted to send Yoojin away. (Ei why does this kinda sound like a poor father marrying off his young daughter?)

filled his empty cup⁵: Don't get Hyunjae wrong guys. It may look like he's only filling his own cup as an egoistic. But actually, he offered some to Rey before. It was Rey himself, who didn't want to drink anything given by Hyunjae for the lack of trust.

2015, February 7, Busan⁶: Guys please tell me you didn't forget that Yoojin and Hyunjae's appoinment was on Yoojin's 19th birthday! (And why didn't Hyunjae celebrate Yoojin's birthday? Cuz they weren't close yet, duh!)

he got lonelier⁷: Realistically speaking, why would the other employees talk with Yoojin after seeing how rude he was from the first day. Alas Hyunjae was the only person at Seseong who liked Yoojin at that time.

leave⁸: Yoojin asked for a paid leave btw.

proposal⁹: Yoojin kept thinking that Hyunjae wanted to take Yoojin on dinner as 'Boss & employee'. (lol)

sexier¹⁰: Hyunjae at the ripe age of 35 (*licks lips*) Yoojin's stronger than me, cuz if I saw Hyunjae like that, I would've jumped him on the spot. (And I don't even like men irl, lol)

Bonus: Yoojin trying not to get attracted to a guy a decade older than him challenge, impossible.