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Out of the inconvenience of getting a bad rep, Sangwoo dragged Seungho out of his car and inside, laying him on his bedding. If the others had no idea where Seungho was, he'd already have pushed him down his basement steps and hoped the impact killed him. He suspected he'd cause trouble to this whole operation, and for the first time in a while, he hated being wrong.
The black haired man made a small sound in his sleep, and Sangwoo raised his fist at him in annoyance before lowering it and sighing. He needed to get some rest, and there was no way in hell he was going to sleep on the same bedding as this asshole. He grabbed the extra bedding from his closet.
In his slight intoxication and fatigue, he didn't care to worry about Seungho waking up earlier and finding the basement. He slept as normally as any night, and didn't seem to wake as the floorboards creaked at 6 am in the morning. Besides, it wasn't Seungho's intention to find dirt on Sangwoo. He didn't even realize dirt on him existed. The poor man was hungover and needed a quick vomit and some snacks. He stepped in the bathroom, already heaving, and threw up into the toilet. He washed his mouth out at the sink and dried up, exploring the house for a bit. The kitchen didn't have many quick meals, but he found cake in the fridge and decided to cut himself a generous piece. He sat and ate quietly, rubbing his eyes every now and then. The cake was alright, the crumb being chocolate and the cream having no distinct taste but staying perfectly sweet. He washed it down with a glass of milk and put the plate in the sink, then set off to find his room again.
But no one could really help their curiosity finding a trap door, a place hidden so as to not be found. And Seungho, out of all people, definitely could not hold back his curiosity, even when hungover. He opened the door and peered down into the basement, then slowly made his way down. The smell of rotting flesh immediately hit his nose, and he had to shield his mouth and nose at the last step.
The sight didn't exactly put Seungho off as much as it should've. He crouched in front of the body, sinking his hand into the rotting intestines, finding no warmth. It should've been obvious since she was already rotting, but it wasn't a recent kill. He got up, wiping the blood on his pants and snapping a quick picture of the body before going back upstairs to wash his hands. It surprised him at the very least that Sangwoo indulged in such hobbies, but he didn't mind. Definitely not as much as Sangwoo minded seeing him come up the stairs with blood smeared on his hand.
"Hm? Oh, morning." He casually waved and went to walk out, being forcefully stopped.
"Morning? Explain yourself before it's night." Sangwoo said with as much enthusiasm as he could, holding the taller man against the wall.
"There was a girl, yeah? And she was like, in the basement, yeah? All dead n shit, so I poked around with her body and now I wanna wash my hands." He shows him his dirtied hand before pushing him off and walking to the bathroom. His nonchalant attitude definitely surprised Sangwoo, but he couldn't take many chances. He grabbed a bat, slowly making his way to the bathroom. Of course he didn't expect Yoon's guard to be down, but he also didn't expect to be thrown down as soon as he raised his bat. The impact knocked the air out of his lungs, a foot pressing against his chest making it harder to get back.
"When you go about knocking people out, you really should get a better idea of how strong your opponent is." Seungho grabs up his bat, lifting the other's head with it and leaning in. "Better luck next time, cutie." A quick wack to the head set the man underneath him unconscious. He let the bat fall next to him and dragged him to his room, draping a blanket over him before continuing his exploration.
There wasn't much left to be found, and Seungho wasn't going to stick around and wait for another ambush. He left a note next to the cake, apologizing for the piece he'd taken, and called his driver.
A familiar sleek black limo eventually pulled up at the house. Seungho grabbed his coat and stepped out, closing the door and shielding his eyes from the sun as he approached the car. The driver stepped out and opened the door, allowing the young man in. It was then that Seungho realized how empty the neighborhood seemed, not many cars were parked in front of the houses. It was a problem his driver often faced when picking him up from events, yet this street was empty, save for Sangwoo's car. It didn't seem to be a matter of residents leaving for work, in fact, there was barely any sign of residence to these homes aside from the one he'd just left. He couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face. His plan set itself up so perfectly.
"You seem pretty content this morning Master Yoon."
"Ah, do I? I guess you can say I've had an interesting night." Seungho rests his head back, tussling his hair a bit. Not much conversation followed during the drive, a one sided comforting silence.
At their arrival, Seungho spotted a familiar car waiting outside his estate. He sighed, leaning in next to the driver. "Take me in through the back entrance and tell them I'm not available today." He said, eying the car in annoyance. Those men often visited uninvited, sticking around for a good fuck then leaving. Seungho wasn't aware of how he presented himself (he cared much less), but if he was perceived as a sex machine then he may just start giving more of a shit. Stamina may be one thing he was well known for, but not for five men in a night. College was still somewhat of a priority, at least way higher on the list than the same five fucks.
He climbed out of the as soon as it reached the kitchen entrance and closed the door, sighing and heading down the hall past it. The smell of burnt eggs flowed freely throughout the manor, even daring to faintly make its presence known in the master bedroom. He opened the windows as soon as he came in, closing the door behind him and hanging his jacket up. He took off the rest of his clothes, changing into pajamas and a robe.
A knock at the door stopped him from slumping in his bedding. The housemaid's shrill voice followed. "Master Yoon! Breakfast's been made!"
"Bring it to my room." He called out, then flopped down and stared at the ceiling, finally processing what had happened. A grin spread across his face as he recounted the events, shivering at the memory of being pinned by the other, that insane look, the utter helplessness in the blonde's eyes as he was knocked down and showed his rightful place. The excitement of it all went straight to his groin, and who was he to stop himself from delighting in the memory?
Unfortunately, the door sliding open decided to be in charge of that. A maid rushed in, setting down his food and bowing apologetically. "I am so sorry sir! I didn't realize the smell got all the way up here, I didn't mean to burn the eggs! Please forgive me, I'll do anything, I-"
"You may take your leave." He waved her away, sitting up and groaning. She stared in disbelief before nodding quickly and rushing out of the room. The door slammed, and he made a mental note to fire the maiden before starting on his breakfast.
•••
Sangwoo stood at the open fridge, eyes so dull they looked lifeless. Inside was 3/4 of his favorite cake, 1/4 taken by the author of the note. His day had barely started yet it was already filled with anger, resentment, and disappointment. Mild anxiety and panic being background emotions.
Never before had he let anyone get away with what Seungho had seen, yet the bastard was long gone and had probably already filed a police report. Under normal circumstances, he'd be able to wriggle his way out of it all. The police had never suspected him, and he had a "friend" on the inside to back him up. But not even Officer Park would take a rich man's words lightly- Not with the money to prove it.
Should he text him? Maybe if it wasn't too late, he could butter him up and invite him over. He wasn't gay but he'd bend his sexuality to get rid of evidence. The clanking of china against table broke the stressful silence. Normally cake would help him feel a bit better, and it was an off day. Yet the missing chunk of the dessert kept bringing memories of the sly bastard that slid into his personal life and was currently ruining everything, and he couldn't manage more than a few bites.
Sangwoo expected many things when he got on his phone. Silence from the group chat, someone asking him out, maybe a few emails from the college site. What he didn't expect was Seungho himself texting him with pictures of the girl in his basement.
/Seungho/ :/ it would be a shame if I went to the police and reported the incident huh //
/Sangwoo/Yeaaah, it would :/.//
/Seungho/How long have you been doing this?//
Why was he asking?
/Sangwoo/Now why would you need to know?//
/Seungho/Ehh, just interested. I'll be emailing these to the police station if I'm not payed back in the next 12 hours.//
/Sangwoo/Woah, didn't take you to be such a dramatic guy. What would you like then, hm?//
A faint smile spread across Seungho's lips as he typed out his orders.