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It’s been two weeks since he and Michael arrived in Michael’s hometown and Jongin had been impressed by the sights he saw that were so vastly different from Korea. Also, how surprised the natives were to see him talking in German weirded him out at times because they seemed a little bit apprehensive towards him. But Michael’s friends were all super cool about him and decided it would be cool to teach him the local slang and see Jongin stuttering his way through the foreign words. But one thing he realised; his German got better the more time he spent there. He already had a pretty good score in his language exam, but speaking with German locals was a feat, especially talking with Michael’s grandparents who had an immense accent, even Michael seemed to struggle with it sometimes. Every once in a while, he thought about Minhae and how he wasn’t able to say goodbye to the little girl. And when he felt like that, he wrote Caroline if she can send him a photo or maybe even a video call. But not only that, he had enough time to think about Zitao and Chanyeol as well.
Michael watched Jongin insert his original SIM card into his phone, a beer in hand while sitting on the balcony and looking down the hills and mountains in the distance. “So, du hast dich dazu entschieden die Nachrichten zu lesen die du vielleicht bekommen hast?” [1]
„Ja, hab’ ich.” [2] Jongin changed back into Korean since he was constantly changing between German and Korean these days, but Michael indulged him in it. “I’d like to know what they have to say, honestly. But I’m a bit afraid because I don’t know where we stand now. As much as the situation fucked me over, I do miss them. I think. I hope it’s not just because this was such an unresolved situation.”
Michael hummed thoughtfully, “You want to be alone for that? I would call my ex in the meantime because we still have to resolve some civil stuff and apparently she wants to talk to me? I’ll tell you everything later what I heard and believe me, you’ll be as aghast as I was.”
Jongin had uploaded a picture a week ago on his Instagram that Michael had taken of him lying on the grass with a goose trying to bite his nose. It was one of the geese that belonged to his parents but that was rather calm and loved playing around with humans. Jongin was head over heels for the goose which was called Martin. But then he had also scrolled through all his followers and made out a private profile that was followed by Zitao and that had commented on his photo afterwards instead of just liking. He debated whether he should make Chanyeol a follow request but decided against it.
Once his network connected and he keyed in his credentials, his phone constantly vibrated with notifications, missed calls and messages. It was harrowing for his shy self to get so much all at once even if he saw some of them were doubles.
He inhaled deeply before opening Line, manoeuvring to messages left by Zitao and Chanyeol.
Starting to read the messages, he placed his phone screen down and dropped his face into his open hands, pressing the palms of them into his eye socket before exhaling deeply and straightening his back again. Instead of reaching for the phone, he went for his cigarettes and lit one, reaching for his beer afterwards and talking a gulp. He ignored his phone that was suddenly vibrating and could only mean a call. He had an inkling who it might be. He stared at the scenery in front of him before melting back into his seat.
“Scheiße! Michael?” He called out his friend’s name more softly than the curse that preceded it. [3]
The door opened fully again, “Yes?”
“I can’t do it…” He leaned his head into Michael’s palm coming to rest on top of his head.
“What can’t you do?”
“Reading the messages… Can you do it for me? Or together with me?”
“Of course, but my Mama wants to feed the geese first and asked if you still want to feed them as well.”
Jongin rubbed his head against Michael’s hand before pressing the cigarette out in the ashtray, “That sounds very nice.”
Jongin lounged in Michael’s bed, wiggling his way beneath the covers, and wiggling like a worm further to where Michael was sitting at his desk.
“So, I finished all the messages. Quite a lot if I say so,” Michael suddenly said before scrolling through the messages again. “Want me to sum it up?”
“Please do,” Jongin tried sitting up with the blankets tightly wrapped around him.
“So, first of all, they’re both asking where you went and where you are now. A couple of heartfelt apologies, compromising material as you’d describe it, more apologies. Seems genuine if you ask me. So, basically, Chanyeol admitted the mistake by ordering you to that restaurant, Zitao saying that he reprimanded Chanyeol clearly, both apologising again that they didn’t heed your terms and locations and forced you into an environment you’re not familiar with and, clearly, uncomfortable. By the way, Woong must’ve marched in there and just slapped Chanyeol square across the face before forcing him to kneel before her and apologising.”
Jongin hummed, nodding his face, “You think I should call them?”
“Might be worth a shot. It’s almost midnight there.” Michael handed him the phone back.
“Okay, I’ll be going to my room.” Jongin shook of the blankets from his frame and stood up, giving Michael a bear hug for his help.
“Go get’em, tiger.” Michael ruffled his hair, “I’ll be going down and see that no one interrupts you, sweetheart.”
“You’re the best, Michi. I love you.” Jongin slowly left the room, waving cutely at Michael.
“I love you too.”
Jongin flopped down on the bed and stared at the call icon next to Chanyeol’s face. In the end, he video-called him. He was about to disconnect the call because it took the other man quite some time to accept the call and he was afraid he might be already sleeping when the call suddenly connected.
“Cha—Chanyeol?” Jongin tried.
“Babe? Jongin?” Chanyeol sounded somewhat tired, and the video only showed the ceiling.
“Is, is it a bad time? Are you about to sleep?” Jongin bit down on his nail.
“Well, I’m a bit preoccupied…” he muttered something off-screen that was inaudible to Jongin.
“Uh, should I call tomorrow? Is it—”
“No, you can watch—if you want. But given you might want to talk about what happened…”
“Watch?” Jongin was weirdly intrigued. He already had forgiven both Chanyeol and Zitao. “I mean, I’ve already forgiven you and Tao and, well, you already realised your mistakes…so I just wanted to let you know…I, I also missed you…” A distorted moan interrupted him. “Chan-Chanyeol?!”
* * *
“That’s good news and when I meant watching, I meant me fucking Tao. Not the most sensible request right now, I know. If you want to watch it? I know it’s not the best time, but for some reason, I accepted the call when you called, despite being in this compromising situation.”
Jongin thought back to what Michael told him and flushed red. He pressed his legs together... “I, I wouldn’t, wouldn’t mind…” He’d never seen Chanyeol fucking Zitao so far and it was weirdly intriguing and arousing. The video lagged and shook, and the image quality was absolutely bad before the connection caught up and Jongin was met with a sight he’d never imagined. He gasped and slapped his hand over his mouth. Zitao sat naked and tied up on Chanyeol’s lap, moving up and down on his cock, while a cloth between his lips kept him from talking. He was staring at Jongin with lust-driven eyes, before his eyes rolled back, throwing his head back and he heard the hard slap of skin against skin and Chanyeol’s moan. Oh, what was he glad that he had headphones in, and it didn’t take him long that his hand sneaked underneath the waistband of his sweats, cupping his slowly hardening dick.
“You like that?” Chanyeol muttered while thrusting up into Zitao and Jongin knew that they both were addressed. Jongin and Zitao moaned in tandem at that. It was so arousing seeing Zitao bottom when Jongin only got topped by him so far but seeing Zitao take Chanyeol so deep… Jongin scrambled out of his sweatpants and started stroking himself in earnest.
“I want to see you jerking off, baby boy, show Tao and myself what you’re doing.” Jongin obliged and placed his phone upright at the foot end of his bed.
“Oh baby, Zitao, look how well he looks, jerking himself off while I fuck you deep.”
Jongin’s eyes flitted to the small bottle of lube he had gotten himself and without thinking, he went for it, coating his fingers and circled them around his rim.
“Oh, baby boy, how I wish I could plug my fingers into you and make you moan, I bet you would just get from my fingers. Or imagine Zitao fucking you while I fuck him, wouldn’t that be nice?”
Jongin inserted his index finger and kept himself from moaning out loud, moving it in slow rounds before inserting his middle finger scissoring himself open. Jongin jerked himself off while watching Zitao getting fucked senseless. Watching Zitao come and spurt his cum, Jongin felt his abdomen constricting.
“Jongin, get on all four,” Chanyeol dirtily muttered into the speaker when he pulled Zitao off his cock, making him kneel on the armchair. Inserting a third finger after he scrambled onto his legs. Looking into the camera, he watched Zitao getting hammered by Chanyeol who thrust hard into him and Jongin imagined himself being in Zitao’s position and he let an accidental moan slip past his lips. Jongin came over his sweatpants as he watched Chanyeol thrust hard into Zitao and came with a grunt, and Zitao whining and moaning at the oversensitivity. He let out a last moan when he realised that Chanyeol fucked Zitao without a condom and Chanyeol’s load trickled down Zitao’s hole.
* * *
Chanyeol leaned down and left a kiss on Zitao’s shoulder before undoing the tie and freed his mouth. Jongin heard Chanyeol telling Zitao that he will be back quickly.
Jongin’s and Zitao’s dazed eyes met. Zitao was still leaning over the backrest of the armchair, “I missed you, baby boy.”
“I, I missed you too,” Jongin muttered while collapsing on the bed when he put his soft dick back into his briefs and he took the phone, lying on his side and just looking at Zitao who moved under groaning. “You too pulled an asshole move on me with that action, Tao…”
“I know, I know…We’re sorry for that…” Tao’s eyes flickered off-screen, “Hey…”
Chanyeol moved back into the frame and carefully cleaned Zitao while Jongin was watching, and he felt his chest grow warm watching their interaction and his heart longed for them when he watched Chanyeol kiss Zitao and Zitao reciprocating the kiss.
“I miss you,” he whispered, and he got a little taken aback when Chanyeol suddenly looked up and even with the shitty quality of the connection, he saw his soft smile.
“I’m sorry babe. This wasn’t right of me and Cha-nim has a hell of a slap.”
“You tricked me into that shit, and I just wanted to talk to you both, talking about how I feel and that I’m on a trip with Michael out of the country if you didn’t realise yet,” Jongin pouted. There were still negative feelings about the whole charade, he felt it now. His chest constricted once again when he saw Chanyeol helping Zitao getting up and placing him on his lap, still naked, but cleaned.
“Where are you?” Zitao asked now after he moulded himself into Chanyeol’s arms. Would Jongin ever be as comfortable with the two as they were now or wasn’t he the right fit in the end?
“In Germany, but the length of the stay is a bit… I’m here for six more weeks. I just wanted to see you two before I left two weeks ago, but honestly, you had to ransack it…Chanyeol, especially you. Telling them I belong to you? That made me feel like as I was lesser of a human. I think that hurt the most…” Jongin pressed the heel of his palm into his eyes when he felt tears starting to collect. “That made me feel so shitty, like I was an object to you and seriously, nothing excuses that, I’ll reproach it to you. I don’t want to be dragged into the underworld. What were you even thinking?!”
Chanyeol remained silent. And Jongin was getting incredulous angry. “Do you ever think about what retaliations your actions could have? Fuck you. I’m an innocent bystander and not only that, but you also technically revealed my connection with Woong? I’m just so fucking upset and angry. With you too, Tao, if you had any common sense, you’d never agreed to the time and location as well. I thought better of you too. This just makes it harder for me. I like you both but fucking me over like this…I’m sorry for invading on your couple’s time. Good night.”
Zitao’s words of a ‘wait’ travelled through the speaker, but Jongin disconnected the call. He really needed time and space. His phone was already ringing again, but he declined the call and shut it off. He pulled on another pair of pants before he went out of his room to look for Michael or rather his mum because she was amazing at giving advice.
He found Michael in the kitchen with his parents and just softly leaned his head against his back, “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
Chanyeol was angry and furious; with himself. Jongin denied all contact with him and ignored both Zitao and him on Instagram, but he didn’t block them yet, which could be a good sign. But he didn’t understand why he had done that. What was he thinking when he disregarded Jongin’s wishes like that and did that to him? Of course, it was good for his gang members to know that Jongin was with Chanyeol and Zitao because they started to ask questions. But what were Zitao and he thinking?
He had left out that Cha-nim had threatened him, and not only slapped him across the face with fierce strength. The woman was so composed, but it was rather her underlings that seemed to loathe him, especially every time Jongin’s name fell. Chanyeol was already sure they had a personal vendetta against him. But Cha-nim said something that did sound like a personal vendetta, “If you ever do this to Jongin again, no one’s going to be able to save you. He is an innocent and loved non-member of our family and a lot of us would give our life for him. If I ever hear about you approaching him the wrong way or anyone else associated with you, I’ll personally make sure you’ll be on fire, Park-nim. You’ll never be able to set a foot down in Korea for the rest of your life. The same goes for you, Huang-nim. I’m disappointed; no one ever managed to betray my faith in them as you did with your actions towards the boy. You’ve been warned.”
Chanyeol realised he had developed a sense of possessiveness towards Jongin and that he was only willing to share him with Zitao. Zitao was more composed, but Chanyeol could see it brooding under his skin. They would burst one of these days with madness. How had one young man developed so much control over them in not even half a year? Was it already half a year? Chanyeol couldn’t tell anymore. Caroline was disappointed with him the way he had treated Jongin the last time they saw each other. And worse than being slapped and threatened was being ignored by his childhood friend and best friend in one. As well as the fact that Caroline wasn’t even in the country at the moment. She had taken Minhae with her to Ireland to visit her family there. The process of child custody was being finalised and it was clear that Jisung was losing the battle, but he didn’t seem to be as sad about it as he had behaved before. It was for the best that Minhae was getting out of his grasp, this would just fuck her up especially with the woman Jisung was with. Chanyeol had recruited someone to dig up dirt on her which was fairly simple; he was disappointed but not surprised.
Not only that, but it had been two weeks since he and Zitao last spoke with Jongin. Seeing how happy he was with that guy Michael and being out of the country saddened him. He could’ve had it if he hadn’t been such an ass. Both he and Zitao went to the gym too often to transfer their emotions into something useful, but that wouldn’t do the trick for long. It would still be four weeks until Jongin would be back, and no one was sure if he would break it off with them or give them a second chance, because there was nothing to discuss. Chanyeol and Zitao both made a massive fault and betrayed the trust Jongin started to develop towards the two, as well as hopefully budding feelings. Both had their head turned by Jongin way too fast and they wanted him. It wasn’t off that they had an interest in the same person and developed feelings towards them. There were feelings already blooming…
Chanyeol was ripped out of his self-wallowing by a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
It was Zitao and he had a small parcel in his hands. “It’s a package from Germany, Sir.”
“Germany?” Chanyeol straightened his back and leaned his elbows on the table.
“Yes, the return address is signed by Jongin,” Zitao stepped closer to the desk and handed the parcel to Chanyeol.
“It’s addressed to the two of us?” Now Chanyeol was dearly intrigued, and he used the letter opener to break the seal, shaking out the contents. The first thing that fell out was an SD card. The exact SD card Chanyeol had been looking for all the time. The next thing that followed was a folded piece of paper.
Dear Chanyeol and Zitao.
How are you? The weather is very nice here close to the Alps, the wind blowing here is so warm but very comfortable. Michael, his friends, and I went swimming in one of those ice-cold wells. The water is so clear in the smaller springs running down the mountains, you can drink straight from them. It’s amazing, honestly. We travelled to Switzerland and Austria for a one-week road trip and camping with Michael’s cousin and honestly? I love it here, I’m glad to have learned the German language despite all its difficulties and the people are very nice here. Well, there are some instances in smaller villages where people seem to be a bit unfriendly towards foreigners.
As for this letter, I’m writing it after the video call we had, one that didn’t end on a good note. Don’t get me wrong, I forgave you two already, but this did hurt me and my feelings. I’m not like the two of you, this is all relatively new to me, and you didn’t show a sign of empathy for me at that moment. This is pretty devastating for me. You should know by now that I’m only extroverted when it comes to dancing, I’m a shy person and introverted personality and you dared to drop me into the ice-cold water with strangers that were gangsters? What were you thinking, Chanyeol? Seriously, am I a joke to you? Are my feelings not important enough to be taken into consideration? This really disappointed me… I cried so fucking much after that. I like you, but this made me reconsider my feelings toward you to the point I wished we’d never meet or one of us wasn’t interested in the same sex. I’ve seriously considered breaking it off with the two of you. Because even if Tao didn’t do me as dirty as you did, one doesn’t come without the other.
I hope you realised your mistakes because I won’t back down from my opinion. I felt, no, still feel hurt and betrayed and I see no mistake in my behaviour I should apologise for because there’s no reason for me. You might see it differently, but I politely would disagree with it without waiting to hear your answer.
You both apologised to me, and post-nut clarity is a thing for me. So, I did accept them, but I was still angry with you.
But in the end, I decided to send you the SD card and I hope you’ll enjoy it. I also want to meet the two of you when I’m back and want to talk to you about how I might want to continue with the two of you. I can’t say for sure it’s love, but I have positive feelings toward you. The both of you make me feel good. Not only that, but I miss your presence beside me and seeing your faces in person.
Gratefully,
Jongin
P.S.: Maybe check the SD card in private, just a well-meant disclaimer.
Chanyeol wiped his eyes; why was he crying? Pure unconcealed guilt.
Zitao stepped around the desk, hugging Chanyeol who was still sitting at his desk, violently bawling his eyes out. With one hand comforting Chanyeol, Zitao held the letter and read it for himself.
After finishing it, he hugged Chanyeol tighter with both arms and hid his face in Chanyeol’s now messed up hair.
“Fuck, this is so messed up. I messed up…” Chanyeol muttered when he detached himself from Zitao who walked back around the desk and set down in one of the armchairs, folding his hands in his lap after he crossed his leg with his thigh, tears brimming in his eyes.
“What are you going to do now?”
“Wait? This is the only option. Jongin wanted his space so I should give it to him. And maybe see what’s on this SD card.” His eyes twinkle a bit, he had an inkling this wasn’t just any file on there if Jongin wrote to watch it in private. “Maybe we should wait until we’re home… Are there any more meetings today?”
Zitao stood up wordlessly and left the room before coming back a couple of minutes later, “Shun-shi said you’re free to go, there aren’t any more appointments today that require your attendance. Should I get the car, Sir?”
“Yes,” a mischievous grin smirk appeared on Chanyeol’s face. “And you might want to get prepared when we get home, I’ll help you.”
Michael had Jongin in a tight hold and nuzzled his face into his hair that seemed a bit lighter than before, but his tan was in really nice contrast to his white shirt. He had spent most of his days outside in the sun, helping Michael’s grandpa chopping wood and overall helping out his family and snatching hearts left and right. Even the grumpy aunty who owned the bakery down in the village cracked a smile when Jongin came into the store, a blinding smile on his face and always ordering something else, despite her apprehensive stance towards the young man before.
“You’ll be okay without me?”
Jongin nodded against his shoulder, his face was hidden in the other man’s chest. Michael felt a wet spot forming from the tears Jongin shed.
“Hey sweetheart, I’ll be back in two weeks, and you know you can always call me, especially when you try to get back into healthy sleeping patterns.”
“I know, but it was just so nice with you and your family, and they were all so nice. I think I’ll miss this the moment I step on the plane. And all the nature? Look at how tanned I got, and seriously, I look so good?” Jongin detached himself from Michael and made a pose, his eyes still glistening from tears.
“Hey, Nini,” Michael reached out and ruffled his hair, “this while is only two weeks, even though I’m a bit sad you decided to get back earlier, I don't mind spending so much time with you. We’re living together after all and even in uni we’re attached at the hip.”
“Maybe I should think about an internship here in Germany and should live with your parents, but they live so far off the city.” Jongin pouted, this was actually a nice idea.
“We’ll see when it is time, okay? Now go, they already announced your gate. We’re seeing each other in two weeks.”
Jongin felt bold and got on tiptoes to place a wet smooch on Michael’s cheek to which the taller man just laughed and reciprocated the action before Jongin finally pulled back and waved at him.
He could hopefully nap on the plane. He was glad that Sehun had offered to pick him up from the airport, despite it being four in the morning in Korea. Jongin refused at first, but Sehun demanded him and told him to stay at his place for that day at least because it was the closest to the airport and since apparently both Jiwoo and Woong were out of the city. Jongin was so grateful for having friends like these…
Sehun let him stay two days at his place because for some reason Jongin had to get used to the big city of Seoul again and it freaked him out a bit.
He was sprawled over the cash desk, moping around when someone approached the register and Jongin shot up, ready to greet the newcomer. Somewhere along the six weeks in Germany, he lost all manner of formality towards people. “Hey there, how can I he— Sehun-ah.” Jongin’s hands were quick to shot out and accept the paper cup that indicated something hot in it, most probably coffee.
“You’re still so tired, it’s ridiculous.” Sehun shook his head and pushed his glasses into his hair. “By the way, you want to start working for me? Pay is good if I say so myself.”
“That actually sounds like a good idea?” Jongin’s statement turned into a question at the end, and he tilted his head to the side. “Do I have something on my face?”
“Huh?” Sehun shook his head, “Oh, sorry, no. You don’t. I just realised you got quite the tan.” He lifted his arm and held it against Jongin’s who had his sleeves rolled up. “Was I always that fair? Man, that’s scary.”
“Nah. You’ve always been that light, it’s been ages since I saw you with a tan and in my humble opinion, it looked way better on you.”
Sehun laughed at that before muttering a thank you. He took a sip of his cup, “What I actually wanted to ask. Would you like to model for me? I need a new editorial for the website and maybe the ads. Would you be up for it? Paid of course? And could you ask Michael as well? I asked Ten, but he’s unsure about it, so Jiwoo-ah would be nice? Just a range of different heights?”
Jongin made a noise of understanding, “’course, I’ll ask them. What about Taemin though?”
“Thanks, you’re saving me. Taemin declined because of his job, which I totally understand. And I’m not going to ask these ulzzang kids. Can we take photos of you today already? I’ve got some new stuff in that might looks amazing on you.” Sehun’s eyes turned into crescents when Jongin agreed happily. Sehun always looked so much younger when he smiled so unashamedly. This made Jongin just as happy.
Two days later, Jongin finally decided to get back home. There wasn’t a lot of letters for him, but as far as he was told by Jiwoo during a call, he just left two days before Jongin came back. He filed through the mail that was placed on his desk. There was a simple letter between all those official letters with his address handwritten on it and curiously he opened it.
Jongin, our baby boy,
Jongin snapped the letter shut again, coughing to no one in particular, but this was extremely unexpected, and he felt his ears getting warmer.
Jongin, our baby boy,
This truly sounds weirder when it’s written compared to the situations, we usually use it in for you. I write this both in Zitao’s and my name. Thanks for writing us the letter and using those means of communication to share your sentiments with us. We still are and had been sorry when we realised what damage we had done. As you said, this is in no way excusable, and we do understand that and won’t make excuses in these circumstances. You’re in your right to feel animosity towards us.
We’d like to formally invite you to my office when you’re back in Seoul and decide to visit us. We didn’t try to contact you by digital means to give you the space you asked for and we hope this isn’t too straightforward. You need no appointment since you’re having our highest priority. I’d like to warn you that this office is different from the one you’ve been to before (my studio). This office belongs to my group, but I have been here most of the time in the past weeks since we’re finalising a couple of contracts. But to say as much, if you have the chance, you might want to talk with Cha-nim about it since she’ll be able to give you more information about it since it also regards her.
Please come to the office that’s written on the business card attached to the backside of this letter.
Please come to see us, whenever you feel ready.
Yours gratefully,
Chanyeol and Zitao
Jongin read over the letter two more times before turning the business card between his fingers. He would go over there, and he had his mind set on a plan. Hopefully, it would work out.
Jongin was washed, cleaned, and dressed nicely when he stood in front of the glass sliding doors and his brows furrowed when he started at the list of companies inside the building. He checked the business card again and checked with the board again.
“Can I help you?”
Jongin jolted and gripped his chest, the strap of his shoulder bag grasped tightly. “Fucking shit,” he cursed under his press until he recovered from the shock.
“Haha, I’m sorry, did I scare you?” Jongin turned around towards the stranger that seemed on his way in.
“Ah, yes, I need to get there but I might be a little lost,” Jongin showed him the card.
“My friend, you’re lucky, this is my floor. I take you up there.” The stranger smiled at him before leading the way and pushing the button on the elevator. They didn’t speak in the elevator, but it was not as uncomfortable as it might’ve been. He let Jongin step out first, lingering behind him when Jongin walked up to the service desk.
“I, I’m sorry, but I’m here to meet Park-nim.” He ducked his head in a bow. The woman sitting at the desk seemed nice enough.
“Which Park?” She smiled at him, most probably considering his nervous state.
“Oh, sorry, Park Chanyeol?” He asked again, he still had the man in his back.
“Are you here for the internship? Can I have your name, please?” This company took interns?
“No, no, Kim Jongin is my name. Park-nim told me I’m free to drop by? I don’t know if he communicated it well with you?”
She looked apologetic, “I’m sorry, seems like I’m not familiar with your name, but I’d say you seem familiar with Park-nim. Oh, Claude, do you know anything about the young man meeting Park-nim?”
The man that rode the elevator with Jongin stepped up to him and stared at him. “Oh, so, you are that infamous Kim Jongin?”
Jongin wasn’t sure, but he felt like he picked up some animosity directed towards him from the man all of a sudden. He took an instinctive half-step back. The elevator pinged behind him.
“Good morning, Shun-shi, Mr Sand, Mr— Jongin?” Jongin whipped around and bowed instinctively.
“T-Tao?” He stuttered.
“Jongin! You’re back.” Ignoring the other two people, Zitao strode up to him and threw his arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “Man, darling, I missed seeing you. Wait, are you here to meet Chanyeol?” Zitao started at him with wide blinking eyes.
“Ehm, yes, you too, though.” Zitao’s face split into a wide smile at that and he wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him with himself.
“I’ll take it from here on, Shun-shi. No need to announce it to Park-nim. Good day to you two.” He waved over his shoulder, but once he was out of sight, he suddenly pulled Jongin into an empty room and caged him against the door. “Fuck, Jongin, I missed you so bad… Can I kiss you?” He was already cupping Jongin’s jaw and pressed his fingers lightly into his skin. Jongin ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips, before biting down on his lower lip and nodding.
Zitao wasted no second and crashed his lips against Jongin and the younger man whined from the sudden pain that brought the clashing of the teeth, Zitao barely muttered an apology before assaulting Jongin’s mouth again, his knee forcing Jongin’s thighs apart.
Jongin melted under Zitao’s hands roaming his ass and how he barely let him room to breathe from how deep he kissed him. Jongin tilted his head more to give Zitao better access to his mouth and his tongue plunged deep into his cavern, twirling around before he finally pulled back and the string of saliva broke between them. Jongin’s lips tingled, and he whipped his wet lips with the back of his hand.
“Fuck, Tao…”
“Jongin…” Zitao cupped the back of Jongin’s head and pulled him in for a short peck on his lips, leaning their foreheads against one another. He trailed his lips along the side of his face, leaving butterfly kisses on the way. He pulled finally back, and Jongin heaved deep inhales, his throat bristling when he exhaled. Zitao trailed his hands along the sides of Jongin’s torso and they came to rest on his hips where he squeezed him softly. “It’s good to have you back…” He looked like he suddenly remembered something before his eyelids drooped and his gaze seemed to turn darker. “The video you sent us was something else, baby boy…” he husked and pulled Jongin closer, pressing their groins together, pressing Jongin back against the door. “Chanyeol mentioned something of punishing you for it while he was fucking me so hard, I wasn’t even used to it. You made him a beast and I love that…”
Jongin moaned at that, “Mr Huang—”
“Should we go see Mr Park?” The implications made Jongin’s head spin, and he nodded his head weakly. Zitao smiled at him and pulled him away from the door and before he opened it, he leaned in to press a chaste kiss against Jongin’s lips.
In the hallway, Zitao looked around first before pulling Jongin along by his wrist. Jongin looked tousled up and red in his face, pressing one hand against the lower half of his face while keeping his eyes on the ground. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the man that had helped him, but in the fraction he saw, the man looked anything but nice.
With wide strides, Zitao took Jongin along and Jongin was surprised by the offices and he wondered why Chanyeol was here when he had his film studio. This seemed to be a proper company, but maybe they needed that to keep a more legal outlook?
“This is one of our sisters’ companies we’re working at. This isn’t the main building, that one is stationed in Gangnam,” Zitao suddenly told him when he let go of his hand and they slowed down their steps, letting Jongin look around, even giving him a little tour. “We share our canteen with three other companies in this building on the third floor. But as you probably saw, here are a lot of smaller companies of all sorts.”
Jongin nodded along and was surprised when they walked up to another elevator. “We have to go two floors up, Chanyeol is in the management area.”
Jongin only managed a confused noise in the back of his throat before he was ushered into the elevator. Once they stepped outside the elevator, there seemed to be more people ushering around, some bowing deeply to Zitao when he walked past.
“What are you doing here, Tao?” Jongin speed up his steps to catch up with Zitao who seemed like he didn’t belong here, with the leather pants he was wearing and that seemed very tight at his legs, now that Jongin acknowledged the fact, and the black dress shirt he had tugged into them.
“I’m Chanyeol’s personal assistant here as well, so the people have a certain respect,” He chuckled lightly and they reached the end of the hallway, “It’s almost lunch, so that’s why everyone is in a hurry. This also means Chanyeol is finished with his meeting and should be in his office.”
He knocked on the door harshly before he opened it, slipping in first, Jongin was right behind him and closed the door with a soft thud.
Chanyeol looked good as always, but the rolled-up sleeves of his dark green dress shirt made Jongin gulp heavily. The man wasn’t looking up, his eyes stayed on the papers he had in front of him. This looked like one of those CEO offices Jongin had seen countless times in those K-Dramas he was forced to watch with either Woong or Jiwoo’s girlfriend Minjee. Zitao had stepped up to the desk and Jongin stood back at the door.
“Ah, Zitao, good that you’re here. I need copies of those papers, later on, I guess I’ll skip lunch for no—”
“I brought lunch.” Zitao interrupted him and Jongin flushed being referred to as lunch, but for some reason, he didn’t mind it, not when Zitao had devoured him earlier.
“Lunch?” Chanyeol looked up and his brows furrowed. But once Zitao pointed behind himself, revealing Jongin, Chanyeol’s eyes went wide.
“Jongin?” Chanyeol seemed shell-shocked and rolled back on his leather chair but didn’t get up.
“Hey,” Jongin threw him a little wave, a little thrown off, before slowly walking up to the desk where Zitao already sat down on of the armchairs.
“You’re back already?” Chanyeol stayed in his seat, looking taken aback. “I thought you wouldn’t be here for another two weeks? Not that I mind, I’m just surprised to see you here. I didn’t expect you so early.”
Jongin tugged at his sleeves and yelped a bit when Zitao suddenly tugged at the inside of his thigh and made him plop down on his lap. He flushed red. “I, I’m here for three days already. I stayed at Sehun’s place to get accommodated first and only went back home today and saw your letter.” He tugged the sleeves of his shirt over his hands, hiding his fumbling fingers. Zitao rested his hand on Jongin’s hip, his thumb drawing circles on his shirt.
“Did Zitao already devour you?” Chanyeol suddenly leaned forward and narrowed his eyes on Jongin’s face, and his sweater paws shot up to hide his face on instinct.
“Downstairs already.” Zitao didn’t even deny it. “How can I not?” He stated it like it was the most normal thing in the world. Gods, Jongin was embarrassed at that blatancy.
“So, lunch you say?” Chanyeol eyed Jongin up and down before redirecting his eyes to Zitao.
“I only said that because you mentioned lunch first without bothering to look up. And I wouldn’t say Jongin is lunch, more like a whole seven-course meal. Am I right, Jongin?”
“Sh-Shut up,” Jongin weakly hit him against his chest, but there was just pure muscle mass.
Chanyeol rolled back to the desk and busied himself with the papers and he put everything away on his desk to tidy it up before leaning his elbows on it, intertwining his fingers and regarded Jongin again. “Did you already have lunch?”
Jongin’s eyes went wide before he nodded, “Yes, Sehun and I had a very late breakfast today at his store.”
“Zitao, you?” He asked the other man and Zitao only narrowed his eyes at him.
“I went out for lunch? How mentally absent are you today? I was also present at the meeting if you forgot it and then you kicked me out because you wanted to talk to the others more privately.”
Chanyeol made a surprised noise, “Well—”
He leaned back in his seat. His hands in his lap before he suddenly smirked. He rolled back with his heavy chair before he suddenly patted his lap. “Don’t you want to greet me?”
“You’re insufferable, Park.” Jongin shook his head, rolling his eyes. But he got up, nonetheless. Slowly walking around the desk, he sat down on the thigh offered to him and Chanyeol pulled his face down, kissing him square on the lips.
“I missed you, Jongin. I’m glad to see you back.” Jongin melted with how slowly and sensuous Chanyeol kissed him, asking entrance to his lips by swiping the tip of his tongue against his upper lip and Jongin accepted. Chanyeol suddenly pushed him carefully away from his lap and turned more towards Jongin and the young man understood the gesture. He straddled Chanyeol’s lap, sitting higher than him now and cupping Chanyeol’s face, before connecting their lips again. They kissed languidly, a stark contrast to Zitao earlier. Chanyeol’s hands were roaming Jongin’s thighs, before cupping his ass and pulling him closer. “I want you now, is that okay?”
Jongin pulled back, his eyes dazed and unfocused before his eyes flitted to the door, but Zitao got the message before Chanyeol, and he stood up, sauntering over to the door. Once he locked the door and turned back, he started to pop the first few buttons of his dress shirt and Jongin wasn’t sure, but it seemed like there was a tent forming under Zitao’s pants.
“The floor is empty, everyone is having lunch now, baby boy,” Chanyeol suddenly whispered into his ear and Jongin let out a surprised moan when he bit down at his ear lobe, sucking it between his lips. Zitao, instead of getting back on his seat, wandered around the desk, and heaved himself on it, right behind Jongin. His fingers under Jongin’s face, he pulled his face backwards, revealing his bopping Adam’s apple to Chanyeol’s hungry eyes.
“I don’t think you mind the both of us, Jongin, do you?”
Jongin gulped and let another surprised moan when Chanyeol’s tongue suddenly lapped around his Adam’s apple and Zitao kissed him upside down.
* * *
His vocal cords strained when he spoke, “But not at the same time…”
“No, we won’t do it until you’re ready or want us to, okay?” Zitao whispered against his lips before connecting them again. Jongin gurgled a moan into his mouth when Chanyeol’s hands gripped his ass harder and pressed.
“Oh?” Chanyeol let out a surprised noise. His eyes turned darker, and he pulled his tie apart with his index finger, opening the first few buttons as Zitao had done, but keeping one hand on Jongin’s ass, pressing down and Jongin jerked at it, his head falling back into Zitao’s lap.
Jongin saw Zitao’s eyebrows raised in confusion, looking down on him.
Chanyeol pulled back, “Get off my lap and strip, baby boy.” He was commanding him and if it wasn’t the hottest thing. Only a horny Jongin would admit that… Zitao was still sitting on the desk and eyed Jongin up and down, while Chanyeol reached down to his own pants, massaging the tent that was forming slowly. Jongin felt absolutely embarrassed. How was he able to strip for literal money at the pole but now he felt like a fucking virgin?
He was about to open his jeans when Chanyeol waved him off. “Hoodie first, babe.”
Fisting his fingers into the hem of his hoodie, he pulled it down, before he pulled it up. But he didn’t get far because he was suddenly pulled forwards, standing between Chanyeol’s legs and Zitao behind him with his fingers travelling under the hoodie, pulling it slowly up. Chanyeol let out a whistle when Jongin’s torso was revealed, and he stood there in the white full-body bondage set made from leather that both Zitao and Chanyeol had gotten him the last time he saw them. It was tight against his torso and there was a constant pressure that made him delirious with want.
“Fuck,” Zitao cursed into his neck, before he bit down, scraping his teeth along the revealed skin and he twisted Jongin’s nipple between his fingers, his other hand already travelling down to his pants and with swift fingers opening the button and slipping in there, cupping Jongin’s still rather soft dick. “What are you wearing?”
Jongin acknowledged Chanyeol’s rough hands on the garter belt before he snapped the elastic band against his skin and Jongin moaned some more.
“So pretty, Jongin. You even match my colours again, you smug little thing.” Chanyeol mouthed along the flat plane of his stomach, opening Jongin’s fly fully with Zitao’s hand still stroking him over his panties. Chanyeol pulled at his pants to reveal more and more smooth skin and his thigh stocking with the translucent dark green lace panties came into view.
“Fuck,” Zitao cursed again behind him and let go of Jongin’s erection who whined in protest at the lost sensation. “You planned this, didn’t you?” His hand pressed against the butt plug that was now visible through the panties. Jongin moaned and almost collapsed on Chanyeol who held him up, covering Jongin’s nipple with his lips, sucking them. Jongin arched his back at the different sensations and that let the butt plug press further into his insides since Zitao was still pressing down on it. Jongin gave an incoherent noise in retaliation.
“You came here to seduce us, Jongin,” Chanyeol stated and stabilised Jongin so he could toe of his shoes and pants.
“Look at you,” Zitao’s hands roamed his back, nimble fingers slipping under loose sections of the leather gear, humming approvingly. “You made this tighter, didn’t you? Does it feel okay, or is it too tight?” Zitao asked concerned.
“No, No, it’s fine,” Jongin breathed out. He pressed his body into different directions, depending on who used more force and let himself be manhandled, lips ghosting over his exposed skin, hands feeling him up, playing with him. He didn’t bottom often, but with both Zitao and Chanyeol he just wanted to be taken care of and didn’t even miss to top. He fully enjoyed it, but maybe he should ask Zitao one day to switch roles?
“Colour check, Jongin?” Chanyeol suddenly asked him in all seriousness. “Are you okay with having sex in my office?”
“Green, and yes.” He laughed at it, “Maybe this was a secret kink of mine, semi-public sex.”
Zitao behind him laughed softly as well.
“You still manage to surprise me, Jongin.” Jongin bashfully lowered his head at Zitao’s remark and muttered a soft thank you. “Get on Chanyeol’s lap with your knees, babe,” he suddenly added and Jongin felt Chanyeol pulling him. He was now towering over the man who stared up at him with so much feeling and lust it made his chest constrict.
“It’s okay that I fuck him first, Mr Park?” Zitao asked Chanyeol while his fingers were already slipping beneath Jongin’s panty, hooking a finger into the little ring of the plug, pulling, and pushing it in and out, turning Jongin into a moaning mess who was unable to think anymore.
“Yes, but first let me prepare our little baby boy first.”
Jongin didn’t know how and when, but Chanyeol produced a cock ring, and he wasn’t sure it would still go over his dick, but Zitao suddenly reached over Jongin and handed Chanyeol a bottle of lube.
Jongin keened when Chanyeol drizzled lube on his slowly building erection and carefully and masterfully managed the get the cock ring to the base and he moaned at the slowly tightening feeling when Zitao suddenly started to stroke him in earnest and his dick became fully hard.
“Can I?” Jongin asked shakily when he pulled at Chanyeol’s dress shirt and the man let him open the buttons, covering Jongin’s hands with his when he was shaking too much. In the end, Chanyeol pulled the rest of the shirt out of his pants and pulled his belt open, before popping open the button of his dress pants, but he didn’t move to pull his cock out. Jongin dropped his head into the crook of Chanyeol’s neck when he felt Zitao slowly pulling out the plug from his ass, moaning at it. Zitao let Jongin’s hole calm down while the younger man was experimentally flicking his thumbs over Chanyeol’s nipple piercings, and Jongin enjoyed and moaned softly to accompany the man in his groans while Jongin was playing with his nipples. Chanyeol’s palm felt so good on the small of his back; it felt so possessive.
“Ta-Tao, Mr Huang,” Jongin groaned when he felt hot breath fanning over his asshole, his panty cutting into his cheek when Zitao pulled it to the side and pulled his cheeks apart. He didn’t hear clearly, but he heard Chanyeol complimenting him instead. Yet he pushed his hips back when a tongue lapped around his rim. Chanyeol was quick to reach out and pulled on Jongin’s cheeks and holding him in place at the same time. There was a ripping of plastic and shortly after a plop of a bottle cap again, all accompanied by deep groans from Zitao. The tongue was back and easily slipped past the rim and Jongin already saw stars. But a loud moan ripped through his chest when suddenly two fingers were inserted alongside the tongue and started to scissor him open, and his balls still covered by the lace were softly squeezed. He wanted to get deeper down on the tongue and the fingers that turned out to be three soon, but Chanyeol kept him from it and Jongin was tortured with a slow preparing additional to the one he already did at home and from the plug. He whined at the loss of the heat inside him and the cold air hitting his wet and dripping hole.
“How are you feeling?” Zitao leaned over him and Jongin protested when he felt Zitao’s dick pressing against his thigh.
“Yellow, if you don’t hurry soon and fuck me,” Jongin whined. He had the butt plug up his ass already for over an hour and public transport wasn’t fun with it.
“So impatient, baby,” Zitao moaned into his ear from behind and Jongin moaned when he felt suddenly Zitao’s hot member starting to press against his rim and sank in so fluidly. It was smooth sailing with the slow continuous push and his rim expanding around the girth that was bigger than Zitao’s finger. Jongin started sobbing lightly because it just felt so good. Zitao pushed till the hilt and moaned deeply into Jongin’s ear, attaching his lips to his neck, and sucking on it, but not that hard that he was breaking the skin while Jongin got used to the feeling of being filled. Zitao pulled back and with him Jongin’s head by his hair. It was Chanyeol turn to take over and he attacked Jongin’s lips in a hungry and aggressive kiss, making Jongin’s head spin so much more that he felt a jolt running down his spine and he clenched his ass out of reflex, getting a groan out of Zitao’s lips who clawed his fingers into Jongin’s subtle skin.
“Fuck…”
“Mr Huang,” Jongin barely managed to pull away from Chanyeol’s lips who just kissed along his skin and attached his lips to Jongin’s neck instead, “m-move. Please!”
“Your wish is my command,” Zitao answered when he started to slowly pull out and back in, setting a slow languid pace. Each and every moan was swallowed by Chanyeol mouth that covered Jongin’s. Zitao started to set a faster pace and Jongin was being pushed more into Chanyeol with each snap of Zitao’s hips. The moans and heavy breaths made the slapping of Zitao’s balls against Jongin’s skin so much more obscene. A hand curled into Jongin’s hair and he was pulled back by it, his backside flush against Zitao’s chest who fucked him in earnest, driving his cock up his ass and plunging into Jongin’s prostate that Jongin cried from the stimulation and his inability to come. Jongin opened his eyes to look down, moaning all the while, when Zitao started stroking his dick and attached his lips back to Jongin’s neck, sucking at it again. Jongin felt him putting more strength behind it, “T-Tao, neck.”
Zitao muffled a curse into his neck, leaning his forehead into the crook instead while he thrust deeper into Jongin if it was possible. Stabilising himself against Chanyeol’s shoulders, he made eye contact with the man holding him. Somewhere in between Jongin getting railed by Zitao, Chanyeol had pulled his dick out of his briefs, just partially poking out with the slick head resting against his abdomen and for some reason, Jongin felt his mouth salivate while his mouth was already hanging open and he felt a little drool collecting in the corner of his lips.
But he was still crying that he couldn’t come but the pain was a sweet one when Zitao bent him down over Chanyeol again when his rhythm started to stutter until he abruptly buried himself to the hilt in Jongin’s asshole, moaning loudly when he released into the condom, grunting over it and he sacked together over Jongin, kissing his back, jerking uncontrollably before he started to pull out.
Jongin whined as so often while he was being fucked, when Zitao pulled out and he couldn’t full clench his ass from the stimulation. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he muttered curses until his head was turned to the side and Zitao kissed Jongin till he stopped crying.
Zitao, the everlasting gentleman put his arms under Jongin’s armpits helped him up so he could stay on his shaky legs and get blood back into them. Curling his arms around his waist, he held Jongin against his chest and looked down on Chanyeol who slowly stood up. “Colour?”
He pulled his cock completely out of his briefs and pushed his pants further down his hips, stroking himself.
“Green, Mr Park. But I want t‘come.” Jongin muttered, hazy in his mind from all the serotine and stimulation he received.
Fingers curled around his cock and Zitao tugged carefully at the cock ring and with the help of some lube, he managed to get it off Jongin but not without Jongin groaning and moaning, rolling his eyes to his back.
“Don’t you dare come already, baby boy,” Chanyeol grabbed Jongin’s hair and pulled his head back, before engulfing Jongin’s Adam’s apple between his lips. “So pliant…”
Jongin hummed at that while his body was calming down. Chanyeol probably handled him with more care right now so his body could relax a little before he got his brains fucked out again.
Chanyeol grabbed him under his thighs and Jongin squeaked when his sensitive dick pressed against Chanyeol’s naked abdomen and he sat in the next moment on the desk, “Chan-Chanyeol…what.”
“Stay like this for a moment, let me appreciate the way you look,” Chanyeol’s hands slithered along his revealed skin, and he sat down on his chair in front of him, Zitao half draped around his back and jerking him off while Chanyeol’s hands were occupied with mapping out Jongin’s body.
“He’s so handsome, Mr Park,” Zitao remarked suddenly while mouthing along his neck, his eyes not leaving Jongin for a second. “I want him bouncing on my lap next time when you watch us, tied up and blindfolded as you fucked me when Jongin watched us.”
Jongin’s dick twitched at that, and this was seen by both men and Chanyeol ran his tongue across his teeth. He ripped a package open and pulled out the condom to roll it over his erection, his cock standing proudly and angrily. Jongin moaned at it in anticipation and clenched around the air, pressing his legs together.
“Get off the desk and on the couch,” Chanyeol helped Jongin down. “On a second thought…” Instead of letting him touch the ground, he pulled his panties down and detached the clasps for the garter belt. He pulled him onto his hips and Jongin scrambled to wrap his arms around his shoulders.
Jongin’s dick was caged between himself and Chanyeol’s abdomen and he was going mad with lust he didn’t know he could possess this ferity. But the oxygen shot out of his lungs at the feeling of a wall in his back. He whimpered when he knew what was going about to happen…
Chanyeol reached beneath him and Jongin was starstruck by how strong the man must be to handle him like that. Feeling the tip of Chanyeol’s cock press against his entrance, he exhaled while Chanyeol pushed himself further and further in. His girth was wider than Zitao’s and also longer, so he still felt the burning stretch of it. Chanyeol’s hands and arms relocated so that Jongin’s squats were resting against Chanyeol’s elbows, and he sunk further. Chanyeol didn’t wait for him to say anything and started to thrust into him, leaving him no room to move. Chanyeol was merciless and reduced Jongin into a moaning and drooling mess within the span of minutes, but he didn’t meet the prostate as if to punish Jongin.
“Mr, Mr Park please, I can’t take it anymore,” he shook to his core, unable to see anything through the tears but he enjoyed every fucking second of it.
Chanyeol stopped suddenly and Jongin quaked in protest, his eyes wide open. Chanyeol stabilised him against the wall before setting him carefully down after he pulled out.
“Get on the couch, on your back, baby boy.” Chanyeol slapped lightly Jongin’s ass when he didn’t react fast enough, but the boy scrambled over to the couch and laid there waiting, legs spread wide and presenting himself to Chanyeol who moved to him slowly. Towering over him, he got fully rid of his pants but kept his briefs on. He lowered himself on the couch between Jongin’s legs and grabbed them harshly to put them on his shoulders. Zitao appeared out of nowhere before kneeling next to Jongin, handing Chanyeol the lube so he could slick himself up again. His hands on Jongin’s thighs, he pressed his cock against Jongin’s hole and Zitao pushed Jongin’s bundled-up hoodie under his hips. He just watched and so did Jongin, until Chanyeol snapped his hips after he had only sunken in his head and Jongin’s back arched violently, his eyes rolling back, and he saw stars. Chanyeol had straight-up aimed at his prostate and thrust each time deep into Jongin who wasn’t even able to moan coherently anymore, and his lips let only a mess of jumbled and incoherent, broken moans spill.
“So tight,” Chanyeol pressed through his lips, and he bent Jongin’s legs in half against his chest, fucking him even stronger in short thrusts. Jongin didn’t even feel enough in his abdomen to realise he came untouched, the simmering of his orgasm exploding with a sudden burst and he just screamed, uncaring someone could hear them. The clenching of Jongin’s hole tipped Chanyeol over the edge when Jongin’s body tried to milk him dry and he came with a guttural moan into his condom, stuttering and pushing himself in and out again until his cock started to soften and Jongin started to protest when the oversensitivity finally caught up to him. His whole body tingled, and his breathing was ragged and whizzing. His head was spinning so violently, he not only saw stars but felt like vomiting.
* * *
“Jongin?” Someone asked, but Jongin couldn’t tell who it was.
“Yellow, approaching red.” He curled into himself, but everything was arching, and he started crying.
"Get him some water and something to clean. Quick.” Someone pulled Jongin against a chest and Jongin wailed into the chest while a hand was running up and down his back to comfort him, praises were being whispered and lips pressed against his temple. He couldn’t open his eyes, but he obliged when the rim of the glass was pressed against his lower lip and he took hungrily gulps and water spilt over his lips onto his body.
After that, he couldn’t remember anything.
Sounds were coming back to him, and he heard someone typing on a keyboard and Chanyeol’s warm voice started to flood his auditory sense again. Jongin groaned.
“Jongin? Are you awake?” Someone asked close to his ear. Zitao?
“Tao?” His voice was hoarse and scratchy, but it was overshadowed by a warm laugh and arms tightening around him. He cracked his eyes open, blurry at first but the more he blinked the better got his vision. He shook his head but groaned when he realised the massive headache he had. There was a hand under his hoodie, drawing circles into his skin and he realised that Zitao was hugging him against his chest.
“You scared us there, baby boy.” Jongin shuddered when Zitao pressed his lips behind his ear, still laughing sweetly. “Collapsing on us like this. Chanyeol almost cried.”
Jongin rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes and that must’ve caught Chanyeol’s attention when he called out for the young man, “Babe, are you okay?” A chair scratched over the floor and there was a warm hand on his calf.
“I think. Not sure. Still a bit disoriented, but I’m back among the living. I think. What the fuck was that?”
“You passed out,” Zitao spoke up behind him. Jongin only groaned at that.
“Fuck, I think this was a bit too much with you two if I’m honest,” Jongin muttered while rubbing his hands over his eyes again.
“Should we get you home? Cha-shi’s home and we’ll stay with you?” Chanyeol asked and took Jongin’s hand in his and pressed his lips to the back of it. Jongin flushed red at that and hid his face in Zitao’s side.
“I’m not sure I can walk yet, for once my ass, and now my legs.”
“I’ll piggyback you?”
“What? Chanyeol, no!” Jongin protested but once he opened his eyes, Chanyeol was grinning so widely at him, it was hard to say no to him.
“Indulge him, Jongin,” Zitao plucked a strand of hair behind Jongin’s ear. “No one knows you anyway and Chanyeol also wants to show you off, I think people already got jealous with how much he talked about ‘Nini this and Nini that’. So please, or I won’t hear the end of it that you rejected him.”
Begrudgingly, Jongin agreed and pulled himself on Chanyeol’s back with the latter’s hands under his bum. He just forgot that it wasn’t lunchtime anymore and people were walking around, staring curiously at him, but he heeded them no mind, not when it made Chanyeol and Zitao so happy that none of them could stop smiling.
Jongin developed a routine that felt eerily domestic at the time he was home alone, commuting between Sehun’s store, Chanyeol’s house, now Zitao’s apartment too and his own. Unfortunately, Michael called him saying that he had to stay two weeks longer since something urgent came up concerning his father’s side of the family. This pulled Jongin’s mood down as if it weren’t already enough that both Woong and Jiwoo had left Seoul for a month, Chittaphon was visiting his family in Thailand, Sicheng was a family father. At least Taemin had more time than usual and had a week vacation. Jongin and he almost spent every awake second together.
Chanyeol and Jongin were lounging on the couch in Jongin’s apartment, both just cuddled up against one another, watching a shitty drama on the TV, when the front door was unlocked.
“Jongin, my favourite child!” Someone hollered from the entrance area and Jongin slid off the couch at the prospect, holding his hammering heart, before scrambling to his feet, uncaring of Chanyeol on the couch.
“Woong! My favourite person in the world.” Jongin almost crushed her in his arms, pressing a wet smooch to her cheek before he cuddled his face into her neck, “I missed you so badly!”
“Oh, darling, I don’t think Minhae would like to hear someone else is your favourite person,” She reached up to cup his cheek. “Oh boy, you look healthy, healthier than the last time I saw you.”
“You’re here early, do you want something to drink?” Jongin was hovering around Woong, forgetting about Chanyeol who just watched with wide eyes. Woong’s eyes went wide for a short moment, upon seeing the man sitting in her living room.
“Park-nim.”
He stood up and bowed deeply the moment Jongin came back, and his face showed clearly that he did forget about Chanyeol.
“Cha-nim, it’s a pleasure meeting you again. I hope you had a pleasant journey.”
“That I had, good thing you’re here, that means I don’t need to make a trip to your office. Jongin, darling, come here. We need to talk, and this also includes you.”
Jongin almost dropped the glass he offered Woong. This couldn’t be good news.
“Wait, let me fetch the documents,” she announced and got up, leaving Jongin at the edge of the armchair, nervously wringing his hands. Chanyeol reached out and squeezed his knee. “This is what I talked about a couple of weeks ago, in the letter, I think.”
Woong came back and set down a couple of documents, the top on reading ‘contract’.
“What’s going on? Woong? Chanyeol?” Jongin finally managed to ask.
“I’m sorry, dear, that I only tell you about it now, but Park-nim and I came to an agreement. This also concerns you.” Woong looked at him with something akin to sadness in her eyes.
“Me? And why does it sound like you’re selling me off without my knowledge?” Jongin narrowed his eyes, looking between the two.
“It’s more of life insurance for myself because I’m not getting any younger, Jongin. You know that.” Jongin nodded at that. She was right. “I also recently changed my will in light of the way my family behaves these months and what Park-nim was so helpful in finding out for me. This will now include you three, Michael, Jiwoo and yourself in exchange for my children, and it’s about buildings, lands, and some money. Most of the stuff will go to the gang itself and assorted people within my gang I can fully trust like the current second-in-command, as well as the first-in-command, turf accountant, lawyer et cetera. But should something happen to me out of the ordinary, the rights I hold over the gang as the late leader’s wife, it might fall into the hands of my family and you know how they are.”
Jongin nodded along, not daring to interrupt her.
“But this will also be a kind of merger between my gang and the Irish rats.”
“That’s right,” Chanyeol seemed a bit petty about being referred to as a rat. “As you might not know, I’m the proxy—or authorised signatory—but I also procure information. And it turned out the Cha-nim’s family got it on with some Yakuza and they’re working together. But just because we Irish are in small numbers here in Asia, doesn’t mean we have no force when it comes to things like this. So, we decided to join forces and merge. And this is where you come into place. We need someone who’s authorised to translate and whose name under the translations stands for accuracy and secrecy.”
“I’m not selling you off, Jongin, you watched too many K-Dramas, but you’re rather going to work for both myself and Park-nim and his gang. This a legally grey area, so you don’t need to be afraid that what you’re doing is illegal and makes you a criminal.” Woong added.
“And as my luck has it, your future employer belongs to us,” Chanyeol added with a smug grin.
Jongin’s face was emotionless, and he turned towards Woong. “I’m going to give back my scholarship and pay them back, I should’ve enough saved and if not, I am going to ask you for money and work for you until it’s paid off.”
“I told you he doesn’t want to hear that, Park-nim.” Woong tilted her head towards Chanyeol.
“Are there any rules I need to heed when it comes to working with you, Chanyeol?” Jongin turned towards Chanyeol who looked taken aback. “Because I refuse to set a foot into your company or even close to your office. Because I know you and Tao; I wouldn’t get any work done.”
Chanyeol’s eyelid twitched and Woong began to laugh. “This is the same I told him. That’s why you’re my favourite child, Jongin. Okay, I think this will seal it, all that’s needed is to read to contracts, terms and conditions and multiple versions to sign, in Korean and English.”
“Ehm, sorry if this is absolutely off-topic, but you said that Caroline is in Ireland with Minhae? What about the custody trial? Since no one tells me a thing until I forget to ask, and, normally, I sometimes don’t see Minhae for two months at a time.” Jongin pointedly stared at Chanyeol after he read through the contracts and asked for two changes in them before he signed them off. Woong also looked at Chanyeol with a raised eyebrow. Chanyeol’s eyes went wide.
“Oh shit. Right. I’m sorry?” His smile was very painful. “About that, good news, Caroline got sole custody which is what should’ve happened from the very start.”
Jongin nodded along, “Thank god, otherwise, I’d say the court was rigged if Jisung had gotten the sole custody. That was an extremely fast trial though, Chanyeol. I have a feeling, now that I know more about you, that you had your fingers in the pie.”
“I refrain from answering questions that could incriminate me. But I got enough dirt on that fiancée of his and this will get very ugly because you wouldn’t believe it; she also works for the Japanese and Jisung recently started working as an accountant for them? But both are very bad at hiding their steps. So, he would’ve lost custody anyway and this is now official at least. I can’t believe you’ve been friends with him.” Chanyeol shook his head.
“What the fuck? Chanyeol? Do I look like I knew that shit? Get out of my house, you Irish slob!” He threw the throw pillow after him that Woong had offered to him just seconds earlier and Jongin flung it with all his might over the short distance.
Jongin stood outside with Chanyeol because Woong forbade Chanyeol to stay the night, only Zitao was allowed to and Chanyeol had pouted at that. Jongin had his arms slung around Chanyeol’s neck and the latter had his arms wrapped around his waist, barely leaving room between the two. “I can’t believe it.”
Chanyeol chuckled, “You’re now working under me…”
“Fuck, I didn’t think that through. I still have time to burn those contracts.” Jongin tried to pull back but instead, he found himself with his back to the wall, now caged between Chanyeol’s arms. He leaned down, his tongue suddenly sliding along the shell of his ear and Jongin let out a shuddering breath. “I’m going to use that to my advantage, baby boy.”
There was so much sexual indication in it, Jongin didn’t know if he should be aroused or rather cry under the shower after half a bottle of wine, just wearing his socks.
“Fuck you,” Jongin mumbled, but his words were swallowed by Chanyeol who swooped in for a kiss under the dark patio.
“I rather fuck you, babe.”
“God, fuck off,” Jongin used all his strength to push Chanyeol away. “Horny old fucker.” Yet he still leaned in to leave a kiss on Chanyeol’s lips when Chanyeol’s driver drove up in front of Woong’s house.
Chanyeol skipped away, waving at Jongin before he slipped into the car. Jongin just raised his middle finger but smiled contently. Maybe he should call Tao and invite him over for the night?
Jongin was breathing heavily, and a shudder ran across his skin in the cold room. There was somewhere a draft that made it so cool in the dim room, hall rather. He moved again, jumped, broke down. He screamed at the ground, fist smashing down on the cold hardwood floor and he stood up again. One step, another, one spin and another. Three jumps, breakdown. His foot started to hurt as if he stepped into something. He got up again and the light changed. The only light source he had was the cold white of the screen behind him that filled the rest of the theatre with an eerie glow. He spotted the red blinking light and Chanyeol biting down on his pen while his eyes were glued to the small screen, his assistant DOP on the steady-cam, following his every move. Jongin bent his back forwards, then backwards, falling over with his back on the ground. The fall was harder than anticipated. The makeup artist backstage winced from where she watched Jongin. Arms up, he bent his back off the floor, before letting his arms collapse onto his chest again. Another attempt at getting up. Zitao approached him, and helped him up, but not yet touching, his movements mirrored Jongin’s, but they didn’t touch. When Jongin moved forward, Zitao moved backwards. When Zitao reached out, Jongin turned from him. Sweat was rolling down his back and another draft chilled his spine to the bone. He forced his body up into an upright position, back so straight he felt it tingling in his thighs before he suddenly shot upwards with his whole body, back on both feet, jumping into a quadruple pirouette before he stopped for a short moment, his arm movements softly moving through the air before the wrapped around his neck and face. Obstructing his view, making his head spin as if he moves with his arms. Release.
He stood still, reaching into the air and the light of the screen turned off and the projector turned up again, throwing his shadow on the dark screen, images, and videos dancing over his skin. Zitao appeared behind him again, mirroring his movements to the tip of his toes. Jongin dropped to his knees, face in his hands before he slowly dropped to the ground. Unmoving. Covered by the body of Zitao who curled around him, breathing against his skin.
“Cut!” Chanyeol screaming in the sudden silence when the music stopped and he jumped swiftly up the stage, hasting to Jongin, and throwing his cardigan over him, wrapping him up in it and pulling him into his chest. “Babe, that was mesmerising.”
Jongin sobbed a little from overexertion and happiness. Never in a million years did he imagining to be dancing for a high profile MV, official, and even less this one specific song that made him meet Chanyeol. This was worth it.
Zitao moved again as well, moulding himself against Jongin’s back, feeding off his warmth and pressed his lips against his shoulder that was prickled with goosebumps. Chanyeol cupped his face. Hot breath fanned over his lips before Chanyeol leaned in and pressed his lips against Jongin, kissing him languidly, while Zitao mouthed along Jongin’s neck. He turned Jongin’s face to himself and kissed him as well, Chanyeol’s hand running through his hair and pushing it back. Jongin rolled his eyes, unable to see clearly, his head spinning. He swayed his head a little in Chanyeol’s chest, still a little bit delirious from everything. He muttered to himself, reciting what he danced to, “So I play along: We refrain from touch. We are satellites in a cosmic dance amongst the northern lights and we orbit fast but I wish we could collide. I'm sick of concealing, I'm sick of the feeling. I no longer want to hide.”
[1] Transl.: "Did you finally decide to read the messages you might've gotten?"
[2] Transl.: „Yes, I did.”
[3] Transl.: „Fuck!“