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The mansion was too big, too quite and way too expensive.
And the thing was Seungcheol hated all of it.
He stood in the center of the huge study room clutching a cup of tea he hadn't touched, looking painfully out of place among the dark wood shelves and windows that strecheted from floors to ceilings.
The hoodie hanging off his shoulders belonged to Jeonghan, each and everything in this house belonged to Yoon Jeonghan this territory, those gaurds, the cars lined up outside and the men carrying guns downstairs all of it is Jeonghans.
And somehow so did the danger currently hunting Seungcheol down.
"You should be sleeping'' the voice made him jump.
Jeonghan stood in the doorway he was wearing black shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms his broad shoulders filling the frame and black pants, he looked like the kind of man who looked dangerous even when standing still and especially when standing still which made Seungcheol immediately look down.
"Sorry" seungcheol murmured.
Jeonghan sighed that word again, always sorry, always apologizing and always trying to make himself smaller.
The mafia boss crossed the room in a few long strides.
"Look at me" slowly, very slowly Seungcheol did with his big large eyes who looked nervous, lost.
Jeonghan's jaw tightened the sight never got easier when three weeks ago Seungcheol had been dragged into a war he knew nothing about with wrong people, wrong place and wrong information.
And suddenly every criminal organization in the city wanted him not because he had done anything wrong, but because he had seen something he wasn't supposed to.
"You asked me for help" Jeonghan's voice was calm, steady and very certain, the kind of certainty Seungcheol wished he possessed.
"You came to me" Jeonghan continued.
Seungcheol swallowed "I know"
"You're living under my roof and that makes you mine"
The younger man nodded flustered, shy.
Jeonghan stepped closer not threatening just protective like a wall moving into place.
"That means nobody touches you" the words landed heavily.
"Nobody threatens you'' with that he takes another step forward.
"Nobody takes you from here"
Seungcheols chest tightened because for weeks he had been terrified constantly running away, hiding and constantly looking over his shouders waiting for something bad to happen and Jeonghan was the first person who had ever looked at him and said I've got you.
Not because he expected something, not because he wanted payment just because-- Seungcheol also don't know.
"Do you understand?"
Seungcheol nodded.
Jeonghan frowned "Words Seungcheol"
"Yes" Seungcheol said.
The mafia boss studied him for a moment then reached out and fixed the sleeve that had slipped over Seungcheols hand, a strangely gentle gesture from a man feared by half the city.
"You look lost"
"I am lost"
The admission came out smaller than intended, for a second silence filled the room.
Then Jeonghans expression softened barely "Good" he said.
Seungcheol blinked "What?"
A faint smile appeared on Jeonghans face, rare and dangerous and so unfairly handsome.
"Because I know this city" he said as his hand settled briefly on Seungcheols shoulder the touch was grounding and steadying more like a promise than a touch.
"So until you find your way again" Jeonghan said quietly, "you stay here" the words sounded possessive and so safe.
And somehow that was far more dangerous to Seungcheols heart because for the first time since this nightmare began—
He wanted to stay as Yoon Jeonghans.