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The stall was the shittiest blue you could imagine. One patch of plaster had peeled off the ceiling three years ago, and the department had decided that if nobody looked up, it wasn't a problem worth fixing. Rough UV tubes made the loudest static, and the odor of a piss-covered floor diluted with bleach lingered in the air.
Hyun stopped by the sink long enough to regret looking in the mirror. Greasy hair clung to his forehead, leaving streaks across his glasses whenever he pushed it back. Dark circles hollowed his eyes until he barely recognized the exhausted man staring back at him, lips split from too much coffee and too little sleep. He cupped cold water in his hands and splashed his face, hoping for something miraculous, but when he looked up again all he'd managed was damp exhaustion.With a tired sigh he turned and pushed the last stall door open. Without checking if anyone was inside, he locked it behind him.
“Ten days to get back to me is a little embarrassing, don't you think?” he began, not even looking.
"Aw." The voice carried the annoyance he'd expected. "You kept track. Did you miss me?"
Hyun rolled his eyes in response. A boy in a simple white shirt and trousers was sitting on the closed toilet lid, lighting a cigarette.
“If I think of you, I get annoyed, so no, I didn't miss your presence.” Hyun groaned, the stress of work pushing him to the edge.
“How mean of you, Mister Hyunie.” The boy exhaled, smoke drifting into Hyun's face.
“Don't smoke here. I give you thirty seconds before I call security on you. The prosecutor has been waiting for a while now.” He swatted the puff of smoke drifting his way. He hated how badly he wanted one right now. He was going to have to talk about it at his next support group meeting.
“Wow, such a buzzkill.” The boy raised his brows, making sure it was as dramatic as possible. “You told me to look into SOKH Business, and nothing was really happening.”
Hyun let out a sigh. They really needed a sliver of foul play before the closing statement. If they went into court tomorrow without anything, the defense would definitely win.
“Until I found this.” The boy pulled out a folded sheet of vellum paper. As it unfolded, Hyun couldn't help but stare as the sheet reached the edge of the stall, the light blue translucent paper filled with intricate annotations.
“This is…” he let out, eyes squinting as he tried to read the small, rushed writing along the edges of the architectural lines.
“A plan for multiple expansions to the closed factory, dated from before the fire. The contractor was explicitly asked to wait a week after the signing before applying for permits and making the contract public.”
Hyun pinched his lips, repressing a slight smile. The case they'd spent a week trying to stitch together suddenly had a spine.
“So it's insurance fraud.”
“Coercion and employer negligence too, if I can convince one of the injured security guards to testify,” the boy replied proudly as he stood up, folding the plans.
“Where did you get it— You know what? I'd better not ask.”
“I know, I'm the best. My methods are excellent.” The boy replied a cocky expression plastered across his dumb face.
"They're illegal."
"They're the reason you're still have a job." He retorted extinguishing the cigarette.
He stood up and threw the remnants into the bin next to Hyun, their shoulders brushing against each other.
“Don't flatter yourself. You know I can't use this as evidence in court.” Hyun kept his gaze fixed just above the other's head. It was easier this way.
Fingers gently tapped against his chest, sliding slowly down his tie. Each brush scattered his breathing into uneven patterns.
“Is it so hard to say you're satisfied with what I brought?”
The boy's voice was lower now, a whisper of what it had been before, like he was only thinking the words and they'd escaped his mind.
“You are doing your job—”
A small yank on his tie made his head tilt down. Rimmed, watery eyes met his.
“After everything I've done for you, why do you treat me so badly, Hyun? Did the nights on your boss's desk count for nothing?”
The boy pushed Hyun's back against the door, fingers wrapped around Hyun's tie.
“Haru, don't,” Hyun breathed out, feeling his heart pick up against his will.
“Let me have this. Just this once. Please.”
Haru's eyes said it all. He wasn't really here to report on work. It was just a pretext, a side mission. He looked up at Hyun, eyes glinting under the harsh white light, and pulled the tie lower until the tips of their noses were almost touching.
“It's never only one time,” Hyun whispered, his voice low from their proximity. He could make out the beads of sweat on the boy's brow, the scent of Haru's cologne mixing with the ashes of the cigarette. He could feel his own brain turning to mush, Haru's presence infesting his mind, rendering every bit of self-control to nothing.
“I'm so hungry,” Haru pleaded. He looked so vulnerable there, eyes watering, mouth slightly ajar as though he were ravaged by famine, on the verge of tears.
Hyun closed his eyes, trying to center himself and find within himself a way to refuse the boy. Then he felt it.
His eyes flew open, Haru's palm pressing against his crotch, softly caressing the fabric of his pants.
“What—”
“I deserve something. Tell me you want me. Hyun, I want you.”
Haru always had his ways. Maybe that's why he got into the investigation business. He lies for a living, earning people's trust and using it against them for money. The rules don't apply to him.
If you know nothing about him, he is perfect. Everything about him is on the verge of innocence, sweet and kind, but the longer you stare, the longer you peer into him, the closer he is to rot. Haru wasn't something to admire but something to fear. Everything he touched ends up dead.
“Know this, Haru. I hate you. You are everything I despise in this sick world.” Hyun let out the words before pressing his body into Haru, lips closing over the other's mouth.
His teeth hit Haru's with a gnarly thud, his lips wrapping around the other's mouth. Haru tasted like he remembered: sweet saliva, like he had eaten his favorite candy right before coming here, mixed with the sick ashiness of nicotine. His addictions wrapped into a single despicable body.
Haru moaned against him, the sound swallowed by Hyun's mouth. He shifted to the side, letting Hyun slip his tongue in, wrapping around his.
His hand moved, sliding under the white shirt of Haru. He pinned their lips together, breath held with no way of escaping. The kiss was aggressive, Haru's body pressing him against the door, his hand pinned to Hyun's crotch, palming it. It sent jolts of electricity through him as his pants felt tighter than ever.
Haru pulled back a bit, eyes trailing over his face like he could read his mind with a simple glance.
“Hyun, take your frustration onto me.”
Of course he would say that just to piss him off.
Hyun spat on Haru's face. A string of saliva stretched from his right eye to his cheek. It felt good. He had dreamed of doing it since he started employing him.
Haru closed one eye, a smile shaping on his face.
“Yes, like that.” He exhaled, his breath hot and long.
Haru grinded harder against Hyun, their bodies still separated by clothes.
“Shut up and don't look at me.”
Hyun pressed his hand harder over Haru's eyes, the pressure enough for the other to buckle and kneel in front of him.
He unceremoniously yanked his pants down, the buckle of his belt hitting the floor with a metallic clank.
This needed to be quick. He was at work.
Haru's breathing picked up, like he could already sense what was happening.
“Open your mouth.” There was nothing sexy about it, Hyun thought, as he pulled his hard dick out of his boxers.
Haru’s tongue slipped out, drool pooling inside his mouth like a rabid dog. That’s what he was: a dirty animal to fuck and use.
Hyun pushed his cock inside the boy’s mouth without warning. He could feel how small and warm the hole he used to speak with was. The rows of his teeth barely grazing the skin of his dick. When the tip reached the back, Haru gagged, a compulsive movement jerking his body for a second before he stayed still.
Hyun pushed his dick again, testing how much the other was able to take. How far he was capable of enduring. How humiliating it would be for him to fail at satisfying him.
Hyun pressed his hand harder, palming the other’s eyes, holding him still before slamming his dick again. Haru gagged, saliva spilling from the impact, drool foaming at his lips, Hyun’s crotch knocking against the boy’s front teeth.
He pulled back a bit and pushed again, a low moan vibrating against his dick.
Haru deserved it for how long he took to come back, for the stress he had to endure the past week sleeping in the office, and for acting like he was an entitled piece of shit. He begged like a cheap whore because that’s what he was.
Like he could read his mind, Haru pushed his face harder, hand wrapping around Hyun’s ass and holding himself in place, his mouth full, the sound of saliva hitting the bathroom floor filling the room.
Hyun rolled his eyes in disgust. With his empty hand, he slapped one of Haru’s arms.
“Don’t touch me,” he exhaled.
Haru’s grip loosened, and his arm fell to his side.
Hyun sighed and removed his hand from over the boy’s eyes.
“Keep them closed,” he added before pinching Haru’s ears.
Each ear held in each hand, the cartilage pressed between his fingers as he used Haru’s head like a steering wheel. He had full control over how everything moved. With brusque yanks, he continued fucking his mouth, every sound making it seem like the boy was about to vomit, eyes closed but crying, nose running, saliva spilling, and the floor beneath him slick and translucent.
Hyun pushed his dick one last time before pulling him away. With a wet, gurgling sound, his cock slipped out, and Haru stumbled backward.
He looked disgusting.
Ears red from the pulling, mouth swollen and slick with drool, nose runny, eyes rimmed with tears. He coughed, a glob of precum and saliva splashing onto the wet floor.
Without warning, Hyun approached him and put his shoes on the boy’s chest. The dirty sole grinding against the boy’s white shirt, marking it with drool and the dirt of the stall. Haru let out a surprised hiccup, his body now on the ground, lying in his own saliva.
“You asked for it, remember.” Hyun said, grabbing his dick and jerking it forcibly under Haru’s gaze.
Haru struggled against his weight, chest rising and falling, failing to provide enough air, small bursts of inhales sustaining him. Hyun didn’t care. He was beneath him, covered in his own filth, begging for his dick.
With a quick jerk, he could feel his release coming. He bent down, knees slamming against Haru’s torso, and he let everything out. A groan escaped his lips as cum shot onto the boy’s face, days of pent-up frustration finally leaving his body.
Haru cried as his already ruined face was spattered with cum. After a few moments, Hyun stood up again, removing his feet and checking his watch.
“I think you should get going.” He chuckled, pulling up his pants, finally relaxed.
Haru struggled to get up, face covered, shirt marked and wet. He looked exhausted, smaller somehow, his usual confidence stripped away for once. His eyes narrowed as he forced himself to stand completely.
“Give me a second.”
Haru’s hand gripped the wall for balance as he took a few deep, ragged breaths.
As quickly as his anger had risen, Hyun’s apathy crashed down. He wasn’t smiling anymore, remembering what happened or, at least, finally processing it. Haru stood there quietly, his frame hunched over, one hand pressed against his chest as he tried to recover. Hyun had hurt him because he could, he had just stepped on him for fun.
“Does it hurt?” he inquired tentatively, not wanting the answer.
Haru nodded, a flat smile stretching across his lips, his hand motioning him away.
“I’m fine. You can leave first, Hyun.” He coughed and hissed immediately after, like even that small movement caused pain. “I just need to take a minute, if that’s okay.”
Hyun pinned his tongue between his teeth.
He fucked up.
“You are not leaving looking like that.”
Hyun’s hand wrapped under the boy’s arm, supporting him as they walked toward the sink.
Before Haru could reach for it, Hyun turned the water on and cupped some in his hands before wiping Haru’s face. Water dripped down slowly, each pass revealing more of what he looked like before what Hyun had done to him.
Haru didn’t speak. His eyes stayed uncertain.
Hyun could still hear him cough, even as he tried to suppress it, mouth closed tightly. One last rush of water ran beneath his fingers, and Haru’s face no longer showed the traces of what happened.
Before he could dab the boy’s face with tissue, Haru grabbed his hand.
“No need to be nice, Hyun. It’s not our first time. I can do it myself.”
His voice was much more even, still raspy but less strained.
Hyun passed him the tissue, his fingers gripping for just a moment too long.
Haru patted his face and neck quickly before turning toward the door.
“Wait.” He hated how desperate he sounded.
Hyun removed his vest, the dark fabric sliding off his button up, and handed it to Haru.
“You can have it… for the shirt.” Hyun added, avoiding his eyes, gesturing toward Haru’s white shirt marked with a brown print.
Haru cocked an eyebrow at him, like he was trying to discern some hidden motive.
After a long pause he grabbed it before pulling it on in a single move. The vest was far too long for him, but it did a decent job of hiding the marks.
“See you next time, Mister Hyun.”
Haru said it while sliding something onto the counter. Hyun almost reach for the hand, for the other’s face. But he stayed still, his eyes trailing as the boy walked out the door.
“Bye, Haru.”
The words were barely a whisper to himself. He picked up the folded vellum plan Haru had left behind, the scent of the cigarette still lingering on it.
”See you soon, hopefully...”