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The night was young but the district already smelled like trouble. Soonyoung eyed the parked trucks from the pub's tinted windows. There were market boys hauling crates into the trucks, drivers hitting cigars, or simply dozing off on their seats, but none of them was Soonyoung's target.
He scanned the pub, warm lights glinting on the skins of drunk men, their hearty laughs echoing in the damp air. They had muddy boots, a stark contrast to their glinting guns and knives. The place stank of alcohol and gambling. It was packed but he still couldn't make out the tall idiot he'd been waiting for.
The moment was spent with him checking his phone, the window, then back at his phone. Jihoon still hasn't answered Soonyoung's calls. The tingling sensation at the back of his head never left. Fear echoed like a beating drum, it flooded Soonyoung's head with worry and guilt. He roamed his eyes around. If he'll die tonight, he might as well find someone to get him through this waiting.
He passed time eyeing the bartender at the opposite end of the pub. His eyes were drawn to the man, not just because of his delicious build, bright face, beautiful eye smile, or how his rolled-up sleeves make Soonyoung want to get choked by him, no. It was because he was oddly familiar, and that was unlikely because Soonyoung had never been in this pub before.
But no matter how hot the bartender was, he couldn't afford to be distracted. He turned his head back to the window and watched every oncoming truck. Despite the dark atmosphere, he could make out each driver, and still, none of them looked like the man in the picture his boss had shown him.
His phone vibrated on the table and Soonyoung immediately accepted the call. He prayed to the skies that it was finally Jihoon calling to tell him it was okay. That he was fine and he didn't have to do all this.
"Jihoon?"
"No sign. I went to his dorm and he wasn't there."
It took Soonyoung a long while before realizing whose voice it was. Of course, his designated one-call-away conscience called now.
"Did you ask his roommate? His classmates? I know you're busy, but Minghao, please."
"His roommate wasn't there, and the other students I asked had no idea where he was either."
"I mean, they must've seen something, right? they could-"
"Where are you?" Minghao demanded more than asked. Soonyoung swallowed. He could never lie to his conscience.
"By the market bay, looking for him."
"Where. Are. You."
"I-uhm, at a pub... coping."
"Cut the bullshit, Soonyoung. You're on a mission, aren't you? Your best friend is missing and you're still trying to please that asshole?"
"Look, I should have told you this before but I think Seungcheol has Jihoon."
He heard Minghao let out an irritated breath at the other end of the line. After a moment of silence, he replied. "And why would you think that?"
"Doesn't matter. All I know is if I get this shit right, I'd get back on Seungcheol's good side and have him release Jihoon."
"And if he doesn't?"
Soonyoung didn't know how to answer that. He didn't want to think about what would happen. He ended the call and stared out the window. The sky was as dark as last night when he tried to leave the gang.
"You're quitting? First, Jihoon, and now, you?" Seungcheol had said the moment Soonyoung brought it up.
"I think it's best for us, you know, after uni, I can get a real job and pay you back for everything you did for me, for us."
"A real job?" Seungcheol had asked incredulously. "The clothes you're wearing, the shoes you're in, didn't you earn those? Aren't those real? What good is a real job when you have everything you need right here?"
"Look, I'm sorry Seungcheol, but I'm so behind and I wanna live my life with—"
"Jihoon? Even after he left us? You'll turn your back and forget us, just like he did."
Soonyoung had taken a step back at the accusation.
'We are family.' The air whispered an echo of Seungcheol's words a long time ago. A time when the gang was more than just violence and money. It was home. It was his home, but Soonyoung knew he couldn't afford it anymore.
"Still, you let him go. And I want to be with him."
"No. I did not let him go, Soonyoung-ah." Seungcheol had smiled with malice, the kind of smile they'd only see when he was planning something sinister.
"What do you mean?" Soonyoung had asked, trying to keep his voice even. Did Seungcheol spy on him? Took him somewhere else? Gave him punishment for leaving the gang?
"Jeonghan's cronies will arrive with the goods he stole from us at the west dock. I already got my pigeons on stand by. I want you to compromise its way before he could stash them."
"I already said I'm quitting. What did you do to Jihoon?"
"There are three possible routes," Seungcheol continued, ignoring him. "And you'll wait by a pub near the wet market for the driver, word says he likes to drink no matter how important his load is.
"I said what did you do to him?" Soonyoung's heart pounded, heat rising to his ears. How dare Seungcheol order him around? How dare he smirk when Soonyoung's on the verge of combusting?
"I don't think you understand. You need to learn your lesson before abandoning your family ."
There was that word again. A word Soonyoung held up to convince himself he was a good person. A word that made him sacrifice too much and receive nothing in return. Family. A pathetic excuse.
"Don't you dare. This shitshow is nothing like a family." Soonyoung's own words stung something in his heart. It took him years of pain and crimes to realize his home was a lie all this time.
"Is that so?" Seungcheol had raised his brows, bored but slightly amused. "It's your one last mission Soonyoung-ah. Intercept the big guy, nothing complicated. If you get this right and take back what's ours, I might let you see Jihoon."
It only meant Seungcheol had him. Still, Soonyoung had to make sure. That was the moment he called Minghao to look for him. It had been hours and there was still no sign of his best friend.
Soonyoung fell from his reverie when a truck parked by the window. It was plain, stripped of color to not draw attention, the plate looking too undamaged to belong to the vehicle. Exactly what a truck full of drugs would look like. The driver stepped out. Soonyoung could not mistake that face, the same face shown to him yesterday, a tall, moving target.
Mingyu, that was the name Seungcheol had told him. A huge asset in Jeonghan's inner circle. He delivered shipments at risk of interception. The big guy entered and got himself comfortable by the bar. Soonyoung sat on the stool beside him. Not too close to start a conversation, but close enough to overhear his order. Soonyoung pretended to text on his phone as he listened.
"Mingyu-ah, not a pint, you're driving," the barman chided, his smile audible in his voice. Soonyoung had to pull himself together after hearing the barman's voice. He was already handsome, having a sweet voice on top of that is too much for Soonyoung to handle.
"It's not like you don't know me. Come on," Mingyu playfully said.
"Stange, then?"
"You don't love me at all."
Soonyoung saw the barman hand a thin glass of beer along with a card and an envelope.
Interesting, he thought.
He watched Mingyu hide the card and that was when Soonyoung realized it was an ID, probably a fake one. It explained why the pub was more crowded compared to the other bars in the district at this hour. The people also came here for counterfeits. Soonyoung made a mental note of this before reminding himself there was no point in absorbing information anymore. This was his final mission.
Mingyu downed the beer and asked for a refill. The barman complied with a shake of his head. It wasn't long before Mingyu got up to the comfort rooms.
Seungcheol's men would take this as an opportunity to stalk the target and stab him while nobody was watching. Seungcheol's men would squeeze the neck of the target to gain information and steal every valuable item. Yet somehow, Soonyoung's legs did not want to move. He wasn't one of Seungcheol's men anymore.
He leaned over, careful of other people's eyes. He took out the sachet from his packet. He hadn't asked what it was, but enemies fell unconscious when Jihoon used it in their missions when they were still too scared to spill blood. Whether it would make Mingyu pass out for days, Soonyoung didn't care. He just needed to get rid of the driver to steal the truck.
It was a sloppier plan than brute force, but he knew he couldn't fight the big guy alone. The only time he didn't mind blood in his hands was when Jihoon was beside him. It felt like ages ago.
Just when the last of the contents sunk into the drink, a heavy hand grabbed his wrist. Soonyoung instinctively batted it away but it was too strong. For a moment, he thought Mingyu didn't actually leave.
"Don't you think it's rude to touch other people's drinks?" Soonyoung's insides fell to the floor when he looked up and realized it wasn't Mingyu.
"You really shouldn't be doing that in my pub. Not in front of me," the barman continued when Soonyoung was too frozen to speak.
"Piss off." Soonyoung managed to yank his hand back and the barman snatched the poisoned drink to discard it.
Some sick thing inside him was curious about the barman. Soonyoung had to seriously have a talk with himself as to why his dick seemed to enjoy the strong hand around his wrist. Could it be possible that he was watching Soonyoung this whole time? This was bad news. This smelled like a trap.
What kind of surprise did Jeonghan tell them to set up? Mingyu looked completely capable of crushing Soonyoung's skull with his bare hands, the barman did too, but the latter had a deeper gaze, layers of intent, and secrets. Soonyoung wanted nothing else but to take his time and unravel every single one of them. It terrified him.
When the barman was out of sight, Soonyoung quickly headed out of the pub towards Mingyu's parked truck. He fiddled with the truck's closed door using pieces of wires and laughed to himself when he heard it pop. It was so easy. Too easy.
Soonyoung got inside and ducked, careful to not show pubgoers what he was up to. He navigated the wirings, fumbled his way with the keyhole, and did everything he learned from Seungcheol to fire the truck to life. He was having a harder time than usual, looking over the dashboard every now and then to make sure no one could see him. Soonyoung's last seconds of chance disappeared when Mingyu got out of the pub.
Soonyoung dropped everything he was doing and hid under the passenger seat. He pulled his phone from his pocket and used it as a mirror to see the outside of the truck. Soonyoung adjusted himself in a fetal position, uncomfortable, but it was the only way he could go unseen while being able to breathe. He was ready for Mingyu to drive the truck toward their base. He was ready to hijack the truck once the driver let his guard down. But Soonyoung wasn't ready for the sight of Mingyu going towards a motorcycle instead of the truck.
Soonyoung scrambled to his feet when the big man drove away on the bike. The motor roared as it sped on the road. Soonyoung grabbed his stuff and hopped off with a groan, refusing to believe he let the target get away that easily. He let out a string of curses as Mingyu's back disappeared from view.
'The actual target is the goods,' he thought to himself.
He got to the back of the truck, careful not to make any noise, and fiddled with the padlocks. It was a double door, very old-fashioned, but Soonyoung had many experiences with these. When the final lock propped open, he carefully opened the door to reveal nothing. The truck was absolutely empty.
He was tricked. Soonyoung slammed the metal door back in place, not caring if the entire district could hear him. His blood was rising so much he couldn't hear his own footsteps when he stormed back into the pub.
Mingyu got away so easily. The stupid truck was empty. If the big idiot just drank the poisoned drink, this wouldn't have happened. If the barman didn't meddle in his—
Soonyoung's head spun at the image of the barman's smile in his head. It made his insides churn. He smashed the first table he saw. Glasses flew across the room and drinks spilled everywhere. Some pubgoers ran out screaming, and most of them cursed at him, flashing weapons. A thug's fist pounded on his face. One blow after the other. Soonyoung's jaw stung.
'Come at me,' Soonyoung wanted to tell them, but his teeth were clenched so hard all he could do was growl.
Jihoon was the only one who could manage his anger. But he didn't even know where Jihoon was. His best friend was his rock, his anchor, the one who held him back when he was in a murderous rage. Those small but calloused hands would pull him and slap him back into reality.
It wasn't Jihoon's hands that grabbed him out of the commotion. It wasn't his best friend dragging him across the sea of broken glass and alcohol. Soonyoung couldn't feel his legs, he couldn't feel anything.
Through Soonyoung's hazy vision and clouded brain, he saw the barman's jawline, so sharp and handsome as he ordered his men to deal with the mess. The man's grip was strong around Soonyoung's waist. He hated himself for studying the barman's movements.
Only when the barman was leading him upstairs and into a quiet room did Soonyoung's ears stop pulsing. He snapped and pushed the man away, only to be met with a couple of tsk-tsks.
"You've got scrapes all over you, let me take care of them," the taller one said. There was so much tenderness in his eyes and Soonyoung wanted to slap it out of his face. How dare he talk so gently after jeopardizing his plans?
The room was well-lit and devoid of the pub's noises, but it felt suffocating to be with the gorgeous man he loathed. He was the reason why Mingyu got away. He was the reason why Soonyoung might never see Jihoon again.
"You." Soonyoung snarled. "Who the hell do you think you are? What did Yoon Jeonghan tell you about me?"
Escape plans flooded his mind. He thought about bolting out until he couldn't run anymore. He searched the room for anything that could serve as a weapon. He eyed the man up and down for any sign of weaknesses.
"I'm Seokmin, I run this pub," he said with a kind smile. Soonyoung wanted to spill his guts when a tickling feeling flooded his chest. The man—Seokmin—went across the room to retrieve a box of medical supplies.
"You didn't answer my second question." Soonyoung stepped back as Seokmin reached for his face.
"Relax. I'll talk to you about it if you let me tend to your wounds."
Soonyoung winced when Seokmin guided him toward the bed. They sat at the edge, Soonyoung flinching at the barman's cool touch. Seokmin wiped the blood off Soonyoung's face and arms, taking his time with each scrape.
It was almost comfortable. And comfort meant it was a glaring trap. Why the hell would the man help Soonyoung when he was very much on Mingyu's side? The barman was definitely expecting Seungcheol's men to attack tonight. This was some elaborate plan being played out.
"I know you're mad at me," Seokmin started, "but I don't want Mingyu to die. I don't know what you poured into his drink, but it will ruin my pub's rep and make me lose one of my important regulars. I can't have that."
Soonyoung couldn't care less about the man's pub. He didn't care about Mingyu either. It was his best friend's life on the line and not theirs.
"You shouldn't mess with people's business. Do you know how long I waited for him? Don't act like I offended you."
"I know exactly how long you waited." Seokmin got up and discarded the used supplies. Soonyoung had to shake the thought that the handsome barman had been watching him all night. Still, he couldn't stop his gaze from following the man across the room.
"So, you do work for Jeonghan."
"No, babe. I work for myself."
Soonyoung looked away at the pet name, cursing himself for liking it. When he didn't reply, the barman continued. "Mingyu was just a decoy, the real shipment isn't even today."
Now that caught his attention. "Tell me where I can find the loot."
Seokmin laughed. If it came from any other person, Soonyoung would lash at them. But Seokmin's laugh was teasing, almost fond. All he could do was stare.
"I propose a deal. You give me what I want, I tell you where the loot is. And if you behave, I might also tell you everything I know about their warehouse in West Dock."
Now it was Soonyoung's turn to laugh. The barman really thought he had the upper hand to make a deal. Soonyoung was done with negotiation. This wasn't working in his way, so he decided to act like one of Seungcheol's men one last time.
He grabbed a wine bottle that held up a flower on the bedside table. The smash reverberated in the room and shards of glass scattered the floor. Before Seokmin could move, Soonyoung pinned him against the wall with the broken bottle.
Their faces were so close, Soonyoung could feel the air from Seokmin's mouth. He pressed the shard's edge to the taller's neck. One shift of force and he'd cut through the skin.
"What did Jeonghan plan? Soonyoung hissed. “Where's the real truck? You will tell me everything you know." He pressed Seokmin against the wall harder.
"You look good when you're mad, baby." Seokmin grinned as he looked down at him.
Heat rushed to Soonyoung's face and the next second he was being pressed against the bed. Seokmin seized his wrists and threw the bottle across the floor. God, Seokmin was so strong. He hated how he liked it. Hated how his body responded to the way Seokmin talked to him.
"You didn't even let me explain the deal." Seokmin's voice was low, sultry but powerful.
Soonyoung had to turn his head to the side to break the intense eye contact. The constricting ache in his pants did not help, not when he could feel Seokmin's bulge against his own. The fucker got turned on by a broken wine bottle.
"My boss Seungcheol, he will pay you well. Just..." Soonyoung had to catch his breath. His heart pounded so fast. "Just provide the information I should know about."
"Oh baby, I don't want his money. I'll tell you everything if you let me fuck you right now. That's the deal."
Soonyoung's mind fell into a spiral. The thought of getting fucked by the man on top of him got him squirming. He wanted it. He needed it. There was no denying that.
"If you don't want to, you can stay at the pub and wait for the real truck."
Soonyoung knew it was the sanest option, but he didn't have any other lead. Who was the actual driver if not Mingyu? The loot might come tonight, tomorrow, maybe next week. Soonyoung couldn't afford to start all over again. He couldn't accept the thought of walking out of this room without getting a good fuck.
"Do you want it?"
Soonyoung wasn't one of Seungcheol's men anymore. To hell with logical thinking. He would walk into this trap if it meant saving Jihoon (and possibly getting to know Seokmin a bit more.) He lifted his hips to grind on the barman's pelvis. Even under the fabric, he could tell Seokmin was big. Soonyoung's mind was so cloudy all he could do was whine.
"Use your words, babe."
"Yes. Please. God, I accept it. It’s a deal." Soonyoung couldn't take it anymore, his clothes felt too constricting. A small whimper escaped his lips when Seokmin pushed himself up and left Soonyoung on the bed.
"So whiny." Seokmin chuckled as he removed the buttons of his white shirt. Soonyoung wanted to run his hands on the barman's chest. He was built perfectly, his muscles flexed as the shirt passed his shoulders and revealed his glorious back. Seokmin removed his watch, giving Soonyoung a good view of his arms and veiny hands. The hands that Soonyoung wanted on his body.
The barman stripped off his pants, taking his time to put on a show. Soonyoung sat up to reach him. He helped Seokmin get rid of it until the taller had only his boxers on. Soonyoung tugged at the waistband, he couldn't wait anymore.
"Not yet, babe. Let me help you with those."
Soonyoung's brain was clouded with want. He needed Seokmin more than anything. He knew he should be careful, that this could be a trap. It probably was, but when Seokmin helped the gangster out of his clothes, it only felt so right.
Soonyoung wasn't the kind to let his guard down before an enemy's associate, but he completely fell apart when the barman explored his naked body with his hands and lips. It wasn't long before Soonyoung was shaking from anticipation with all the teasing. It's been far too long since someone gave him this much attention in bed, but as much as he wanted to savor this moment, he needed Seokmin inside him.
"Please, just fuck me." Soonyoung arched his back when Seokmin's lips met his right nipple.
"Fuck. Keep talking like that babe." Seokmin helped the gangster onto his hands and knees.
He coated his fingers with the lube from his bedside drawer. Soonyoung shivered at the cold sensation of Seokmin's fingers on his entrance. He mumbled breathless pleas. He wanted Seokmin to know how eager he was.
The first finger slid in easily. Soonyoung shuddered as the barman explored his insides. Seokmin’s finger was so long and perfect for the gangster. The delicious push made Soonyoung salivate on the sheets.
"You're so pretty. All pink and ready for me." Seokmin mumbled as he leaned on Soonyoung's shoulder. His hot breath against Soonyoung's skin sent shivers down the gangster's spine.
"Another. Give me more, sir. Please, I need more." Soonyoung could tell Seokmin liked the name with the groan he let out.
With a string of curses, Seokmin slid in another finger, the pace increased as Soonyoung squirmed and begged for more. It wasn't long before Seokmin was fucking four fingers into Soonyoung's hole. It was a delicious stretch. His pace was brutal and Soonyoung feared he might come untouched. The gangster wanted nothing but to have that huge cock ruin his insides.
"Sir, please. I need your cock. Fuck me with your huge cock."
"My baby wants to cum with my cock deep inside him?"
"Yes! Yes sir, please!"
"Keep begging like that, gorgeous. You're so cute."
Seokmin lubed up his cock after sliding a condom on it. He was painfully hard but didn't want to hurt the pretty man on his bed. He fondled Soonyoung's pale perky ass before spreading his cheeks. Soonyoung moaned at the attention. His hole waited, clenching on nothing.
Seokmin wanted nothing but to eat Soonyoung's pretty ass out. But all thoughts left when he pressed his tip against Soonyoung's hole, the latter mumbling incoherent noises. Seokmin couldn't help but gape at how well Soonyoung took his dick.
"Fuck, you're so tight." Seokmin groaned as he bottomed out. "Let me know when I can move, babe."
They stayed there for a moment, Seokmin's chest against Soonyoung's back. The barman's hands kept roaming around the gangster's body. He kissed the back of Soonyoung's shoulders, nipping at his ear every now and then.
"Sir." Soonyoung caught his breath, trying to make his voice even. "You can move now please, you prepped me so well. I'm ready for you."
"You sure, baby? Don't wanna make it painful."
"Yes, sir, I'm ready. Fuck me. Fuck me until I forget everything. Fuck me until I couldn't walk. Please, I need you."
Something in Seokmin's brain snapped when the gangster begged for him in that slutty voice. Despite Soonyoung's claims, he was not ready when Seokmin almost pulled all the way out. Time felt heavy. Soonyoung couldn't hear anything. He simply waited.
Seokmin rammed back in with an intense force that pulled a scream out of Soonyoung's mouth. Seokmin slammed deep inside him again and again. Marveling at the delicious noises Soonyoung kept letting out.
"Your mouth is so fucking filthy. Do you know what you're doing to me when you beg like that?"
"Sir—ah! Please, fuck me harder! I can take it, I promise."
The barman fucked him mercilessly. Tears fell on Soonyoung's cheeks at how good it felt. Seokmin was so big. The drag stung and he liked it. Seokmin angled his thrusts as the tip hit Soonyoung's prostate deliciously. Soonyoung could barely hold his own weight when Seokmin grabbed him by the waist and rammed into him faster.
Seokmin pounded into his hole as the bed creaked in time with his thrusts. Seokmin's balls slapped against Soonyoung's ass as he plunged inside again, the slapping of skin filled the room as he impaled the gangster over and over. His thick cockhead rammed against Soonyoung's insides relentlessly, abusing it.
Moans and the squelching sound of Soonyoung's lubed-up hole coaxed him to beg for more. Seokmin fucked him stupidly and all Soonyoung could do was accept the barman with eager noises, enveloping his fat dick inside his hole. Seokmin moved like he needed to breed the gangster. Clenched jaw, muscles flexed, and nothing in his mind but pleasure.
Soonyoung couldn't help but regret not asking Seokmin to fuck him without a condom on. He wanted to feel Seokmin's huge dick raw. He wanted the veiny texture to rub on his insides without protection. It was insane and unsafe, but Soonyoung's brain could not function properly as Seokmin thrust again.
The barman kissed him with so much passion and want. Soonyoung let the man dominate his tongue, whimpering into the taller's mouth at every sharp thrust. Seokmin slammed with brute force and Soonyoung swore he could feel the huge dick in his stomach. Seokmin went so deep. The gangster had never felt this full before. It wasn't long before he was close to orgasm.
"Sir, sir! I'm gonna cum!"
Seokmin's tongue explored Soonyoung's neck as he grabbed more lube and slicked up Soonyoung's dick. Soonyoung saw stars when Seokmin jacked him off in time with his thrusts. It was so good. Too much. Too much for Soonyoung to handle.
Seokmin accelerated at a ravaging pace, gripping Soonyoung's dick intensely as tears rolled out of the gangster's eyes. Soonyoung released spurts of cum, falling apart as Seokmin kept pumping him out. The barman did not slow down his pace as he fucked Soonyoung through his high.
Seokmin manhandled Soonyoung into sitting on top of him. It took the gangster a moment to process what just happened. His vision slowly cleared. Soonyoung could barely feel his thighs, but with the view of Seokmin looking up at him like he was a god, Soonyoung immediately started bouncing up and down the barman's huge cock.
"God, baby. You're gorgeous. So pretty riding me." Soonyoung whimpered at the phrase as he studied the man underneath him.
Seokmin was beautiful. His torso was incredible, skin so smooth with moles scattered like stars. He was ripped, pecs and arms flexing as he held Soonyoung up. His face was angular and sharp. Every feature that lay before Soonyoung was handsome and perfect. Soonyoung wanted nothing but to make his pretty barman come.
Seokmin's little 'aah' s and pretty moans only egged Soonyoung further. He was so greedy about Seokmin's cock. He fucked himself with it. He wanted to get impaled in the barman's dick and stay there forever. Soonyoung could feel himself getting harder again.
Seokmin met Soonyoung's hips in brutal slams, his thick cock making lewd sounds against Soonyoung's insides.
"I'm coming baby, wanna help me with it?"
"Yes sir, cum inside me, please. Breed me like a slut."
With a series of curses, Seokmin gripped Soonyoung's sides as he released inside him. Pump after pump, it just kept going. Soonyoung felt as if Seokmin really wanted to breed him and stuff him full of cum. He could tell Seokmin would've liked it messy, Soonyoung made a mental note to make it come true for his bartender the next time they fuck. He'd do anything to not let this be a one-time thing.
Soonyoung watched Seokmin's furrowed brows slowly relax. His muscles got rid of tension bit by bit. The gangster watched every little thing about the gorgeous man underneath him. He felt so good and he hoped Seokmin felt the same.
Soonyoung collapsed by his side, his head resting on Seokmin's arms. They stayed staring at each other's eyes, controlling their breaths back to normal before Seokmin pulled out and discarded the used condom. The barman came back with a bunch of wipes. Soonyoung wanted nothing more than to embrace the taller man in bed. But he couldn't help but watch as Seokmin tended to him, cleaning him up without a word.
The heat got into Soonyoung's cheeks as the barman studied him with awe on his face. He took his time tending to every bit of skin, making sure he was clean and comfortable. Soonyoung noticed that was the same face Seokmin wore as he tended to Soonyoung's wounds earlier. It felt like ages ago.
Seokmin was so tender and careful. He discarded the used wipes and came back underneath the covers with Soonyoung. He snuggled in with the enthusiasm of a kid and Soonyoung couldn't help but giggle.
"Hey," Soonyoung whispered.
"Hey."
"When I wake up." Soonyoung watched the man in his arms listen carefully. "Will you stay by my side?"
"Yes. Of course, baby. I won't leave you." He kissed Soonyoung's lips. It was tender and warm. Soonyoung melted at the amount of affection he received. Seokmin held his waist after the last kiss. "Besides, we made a deal."
Seokmin must have seen the change in Soonyoung's expression as he remembered why they were here in the first place. The barman quickly kissed his forehead, wiping away the crease.
"But don't worry about that now. I promise I'll stay here." Seokmin's voice was the last thing Soonyoung heard before he fell asleep.
The sun still hadn't come up when Soonyoung woke up. He wasn't as sore as he feared he would be. Soonyoung was so grateful for the attentive prep and aftercare he received from the man still asleep beside him. The gangster groaned as he got up to fetch his phone. It was tangled under his pants sprawled on the floor.
He checked the messages and immediately wished he hadn't.
From: Minghao
Still no clue about Jihoon's whereabouts.
Where are you?
(7 hours ago)
From: Minghao
Wen called me. He's an old friend I asked for help.
Turns out someone had been messing with the cameras around the block.
They wiped Jihoon off the surveillance for weeks.
It's impossible to trace him. But we both know what kind of people have the power to do this.
I think it's Seungcheol. Please stop working for him. Come back. We'll figure this out.
(3 hours ago)
Soonyoung couldn't reply to anything. It stung him, imagining Minghao staying up all night, trying to find his friend, while Soonyoung was underneath warm sheets for hours. The guilt welled up in his throat. He hated himself for not doing enough. For not doing anything.
What good was it? He convinced himself this was his only choice, that there wasn't a better plan. But he only got himself sidetracked. If he wasn't stupid enough to let Mingyu get away, he would have finished the job and demanded that Seungcheol release his best friend.
"Hey, you're up." Seokmin's hoarse voice made Soonyoung jump in shock.
"Soonyoung? Soonyoung! Why are you crying? What's wrong, baby?" The barman immediately got up to reach for the gangster’s face.
"This is your fault. This is all your fault." Soonyoung could barely hear his own voice.
“What do you mean? Are you hurt? What did I do?” Seokmin’s eyes changed from confusion to what Soonyoung could only describe as fear "Do… Do you regret what happened last night?"
"No. God no. I don't know. I just—" Soonyoung cleared his throat. He couldn’t look at Seokmin’s eyes. He wanted to break something, lash out, and deal with the pain through violence. But he couldn’t even raise his voice. He couldn’t be mad at Seokmin.
“Soonyoung? Babe, please.”
“Jihoon. My Jihoon. He's gone, I don't know where he is.” Soonyoung’s throat burned as he struggled to keep his tears at bay. “I had the chance to save him and I fucked up. I don’t think I should even be here.”
“Do you mean Lee Jihoon?” Seokmin gently coaxed Soonyoung to look at him.
“Yes. Seungcheol has him and I can't get him back. And I know I sound like ass but this is all because of you.” Soonyoung wanted to bite his tongue, he knew he was being irrational. Seokmin didn’t deserve to be at the receiving end of his anger, but he couldn’t help the constricting feeling in his chest.
“He's not.” Seokmin smiled at him.
“What?”
“I don't know what you heard but your boss doesn't have him.”
Soonyoung took a step back. “Who do you think you're shitting with?”
“You saw the ID I gave Mingyu last night?”
Soonyoung took the time to remember. “Yes. What does that have to do with Jihoon?”
“Well, clearly you didn't look very hard. That ID was for Jihoon. Mingyu's been instructed to deliver it to him. That was his delivery, not the looted drugs.”
“Wait. So, you know where he is? What's the ID for? Why didn't you tell me?”
“Hey, hey. One at a time. I think I need to show you something so I could explain it better. First, let’s take a shower.”
“But-”
“I promise I won’t go away. I will explain everything. I can join you in the shower if you want.”
Despite Soonyoung liking the idea of a shared shower, he couldn’t risk letting things go from one way to another as he did last night. The taller one stayed in the bed, eyes glued on Soonyoung’s body with a grin on his face. Seokmin had to promise he wouldn’t ditch Soonyoung a hundred times before the gangster hopped in the shower.
After taking the shortest shower he’s ever had, Soonyoung let the barman put his clothes back on. They both refused to put on a belt or button up their shirts entirely. It was still dark outside and they didn't feel like covering up too much.
Seokmin led the gangster into a hallway and up a set of staircases. It was getting more and more different with the pub’s design. Instead of wooden planks and rustic lights, the office he'd been led to felt more modern and clean. It was bigger than the bedroom they slept in and had more personality. Papers were scattered everywhere. There was a board with hundreds of pins, pictures illuminated by white bright light, a sofa with blankets draped on it, and a desk that held stacks of paper.
Soonyoung could give a random office one look and immediately deem it boring, but somehow, this one felt cozy. Seokmin looked very much like he belonged in it, with his white shirt, tall frame, and eyes that could cut through anything. He looked like a dangerous, expensive boss, and Soonyoung had to use all his strength to not drop to his knees and suck the barman’s cock.
"This is where I make them."
Soonyoung had to think for a moment before realizing he meant this was where he created counterfeits. Not weird to have the man who fucked the daylights out of him show where he commit crimes.
"Why'd you take me here?"
"So I could show you this."
It was a thick folder of papers. Soonyoung didn't like paperwork but whatever this was must've been important. The first thing that grabbed his attention like the red warning signs on a road was the huge amount of Jihoon's face in it. It sent a chill down Soonyoung's spine. There was an incredible amount of fake IDs, resumes, and government papers that had Jihoon's face plastered on them under an unfamiliar name.
"Jihoon's my client. He asked me for all of this so he could hide under a different name. It'll give Seungcheol a hard time looking for him."
That's when it hit him. Seokmin looked familiar because he'd seen him talk to Jihoon in a cafe the day after his best friend left the gang. Seokmin had left the moment Soonyoung walked in, his face mostly hidden by a cap. It didn’t make much sense to him back then, but now it was coming together.
"But... But why?" Soonyoung stared at the new name. Woozi. It felt strange.
"Because if I hadn't, he'd have been abducted and tortured by your boss by now. That ID was the last of his orders. He's been slowly merging into the new identity for weeks now."
"He—he never told me. I can do that too. I can live under a different name with him. Why did he do this alone? Why didn't he tell me?"
"Probably because his new boss has other plans for you."
Soonyoung closed the folder. “I'm sorry. New boss?” He prayed to the skies that it was a normal one, maybe Jihoon got a job in a convenience store, but Seokmin’s apologetic smile confirmed his fears. “No. He promised no more gangs.”
Seokmin grabbed his phone and called someone. "I know. It's too early. But I have Soonyoung with me. Care to explain your big plans for him? He's cute when confused but I'm afraid he'll start beating the shit out of me."
Seokmin handed the phone to Soonyoung.
"Hi, Soonyoung." A tired, calm voice came from the other side of the line. "You're hired."
"Who the hell are you? Where's Jihoon?"
"You're pretty eager to work, aren't you? Here's the thing. He's not Jihoon anymore. He's my new assistant, Woozi. With a professional background and history tailored just for him. He's sleeping in his new room, safe with me. Won't you join us, Soonyoungie?"
The man sounded so calm. He can't help but imagine a psychopath holding his best friend hostage. Soonyoung’s knees buckled. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Seokmin helped him get his balance back.
"Answer me. Who the hell are you?”
"That's rude. I'm your new employer, of course, Yoon Jeonghan. I'm sure you heard about me."
The walls felt like they were crushing around him. Jihoon isn't Jihoon anymore. His best friend was an assistant to Jeonghan, the very same enemy they’d been fighting for years. Jihoon, his Jihoon, was a worker for the enemy. And apparently, Soonyoung was, too.
"Where is he? I'm going to see him."
"Not until you prove you don't work for Seungcheol anymore. Woozi kept telling me that you're done with that dirty gang, but you should make me believe it first."
Soonyoung inhaled. He's been through this before. He went through this road a million times with Seungcheol. It was tiring, it was eating him out from the inside. Seokmin ran his thumb over Soonyoung's spine, desperate to keep him calm.
Jeonghan kept talking. "All you have to do is go back to Seungcheol and plant false intel. If you succeed, you'll get protection, a new name, and you can work side by side with your little friend."
Of course, the devil wanted him to doublecross Seungcheol.
"No.” Soonyoung held onto his principles, his memories, and his faith. But as he imagined his best friend’s face, he knew he had to follow him. “I don't know."
"I'll give you a day, Soonyoung. I can hold out Seungcheol's men. He was very furious when you didn't come back last night. He's out to get you but I've been distracting him with more attacks. My men can only cause trouble for so long, so make up your mind."
Seokmin held him as he panted. His hands were balled in fists. Soonyoung had his fair share of betrayals, but Jihoon working for Jeonghan was too much. The reality of Seokmin's efforts fell on him. The taller one was so gentle and kind to him, never missing a second to plant gentle kisses on his temple.
"It's okay. It's okay, you're safe here. Seungcheol's men won't get you. He can't get past me. I'm here."
"I don't know if he's safe."
"He is. I made sure of it. Sit down, baby."
Soonyoung sat on the desk as Seokmin kissed his neck. He peppered the gangster with assurance and loving words. Kissing the shock and pain away.
"It's fine, babe. You're safe. It'll be okay. I'll help you."
"I can't go against Seungcheol. He helped me when nobody else did. He took us in and treated us like brothers. Never in my life did I imagine I‘d have to betray him."
"I'll be with you." Seokmin’s kisses trailed down farther. "I'll help you with everything. I’ll help you out of this mess and live peacefully. What name would you like to have, where do you wanna live?"
The reality of the office walls around them, the isolation from everything else, and the intimate look Seokmin was giving him sunk into Soonyoung. He pondered about the future. There was nothing to visualize, really. It was always been just sticking with Jihoon. All his life he was just keeping up with his best friend. No plans, no concrete dreams. Just surviving together.
The sight of Seokmin in front of him, however, gave Soonyoung ideas. Ideas that weren't necessarily related to his current problem. He wasn't going to waste an opportunity. He hoped Seokmin was up for it just as much as he was.
"I don't wanna think about it now.” Soonyoung stroked the taller’s cheek, thumb brushing against the beauty mark under his eye.
“What do you wanna think about then?” His voice was deep, breath so warm against Soonyoung’s face.
Soonyoung wrapped his legs around Seokmin, pulling him closer to the desk. Seokmin held the gangster’s waist and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. Soonyoung deepened the kiss, mouth open to let the barman’s tongue in. Seokmin’s fingers grabbed Soonyoung's hair, the latter moaning at the force.
"Your huge cock. I wanna suck you off please, sir."
"God, baby. Let me take care of you first."
They stripped off until they were both fully naked, Soonyoung shivered at the cold desk against his skin.
"Hands and knees, babe. Let me see you."
Soonyoung obeyed, adjusting his position to present his hole. Seokmin quickly ravaged his ass, licking an eager strip up Soonyoung's hole. He lapped at the entrance, tongue sucking at Soonyoung's rim. Seokmin slowly fucked his tongue in, holding Soonyoung's legs open, his grip strong enough to leave marks for the next day. Soonyoung squirmed and moaned at the sensation.
Seokmin's tongue was absolute heaven. The barman explored his ass harder and shoved his tongue deeper. He pulled away to kiss Soonyoung's inner thighs, keeping the gangster on the edge.
"Fuck. Sir, I'm so close." Soonyoung was getting more and more sensitive to Seokmin's mouth and the harsh cold desk against his skin.
"Look at you, sweet thing. Already close just from my tongue." The barman's grin was evident in his voice. He bit at Soonyoung's inner thigh, causing him to hiss at the pain.
Seokmin diverted his attention back to Soonyoung's rim, sucking and flicking his tongue over the entrance. He gripped the gangster's hip and fucked his tongue in. He moved in a rhythm that pulled a hiss and curse from Soonyoung's mouth.
"Fuck, keep going." Soonyoung's breathless pleas and moans pushed Seokmin into a more deranged state. The barman picked up the pace and fucked him harder with his tongue.
Seokmin's tongue and hands that moved with intense possessiveness were enough to knock the air out of him. Soonyoung shook violently and came untouched with a fucked out scream. White spurts shoot up onto his own stomach and—much to Soonyoung's delight—Seokmin's grinning face.
"You're so fucking perfect. You did so well, babe. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," the barman rasped, giving Soonyoung a predatory look.
Seokmin's face was the most sinful sight on earth. He was unreal. His eyes were sharp and enraptured with lust, his hair sticking to his wet forehead, and his nose slick with Soonyoung's cum. His tongue ran over his own lips, tasting the gangster's essence.
Soonyoung swore at the sight.
"What a dirty mouth. Care to make use of it?"
Soonyoung immediately pulled Seokmin up and on top of him, kissing him hard. The barman pulled him closer, hands roaming at every spot that made Soonyoung sensitive. He moved like he'd memorized the gangster's body for years. It made Soonyoung moan into the kiss.
The barman's clothed erection pressed against Soonyoung's sensitive dick. It took a while for Soonyoung to pull back and let Seokmin suck at his neck. He ran his hand over the bulge and delighted at Seokmin's groans.
"Sir, I've been a good boy. Can I please suck you off?"
In half a second, Seokmin's pants were discarded on the floor. He removed his boxers and his impressive size sprung up in front of a giddy Soonyoung. The floor was no warmer than the desk but Soonyoung's knees could handle anything just to let the gorgeous man know how eager he was to please.
Seokmin slapped his dick against Soonyoung's lower cheek, in awe at the sight of the gangster on his knees.
"Tell me what you want."
"Use me, sir. Fuck my throat, please."
"Double taps, baby. Let me know when to stop."
Soonyoung croaked in excitement and opened his mouth wide for Seokmin's dick. The barman slid in slowly, trying not to cum too early. Soonyoung was so pliant and ready for him, the inside of his mouth enveloping Seokmin's cock perfectly.
Soonyoung moaned when Seokmin hit the back of his throat, sending vibrations up Seokmin's dick. The barman almost pulled all the way out, grabbing Soonyoung's hair, before ramming back in. He fucked Soonyoung's mouth slow and hard. Making sure Soonyoung tasted every inch of him, even though his entire length could barely fit in Soonyoung's mouth.
His grip on Soonyoung's hair got harder as he thrust in and out faster. He kept fucking Soonyoung's mouth, using the gangster for pleasure like he wanted him to.
Seokmin stopped thrusting and let Soonyoung have his way to please him. The gangster licked and sucked at Seokmin's cock with an erratic speed. He was so enthusiastic, getting hard again just from devouring the barman's cock. He lapped at it like he's never been more cockdumb than anything.
"Fuck, sweetheart. Just like that."
Before Seokmin could lose his grip on reality, he eased Soonyoung up until they were face to face. Seokmin was so close to cumming that he felt like he was about to combust. Soonyoung's dazed and slightly confused expression didn't help, not when his mouth was still open and wet.
Seokmin rubbed their dicks together, making Soonyoung gasp and pant. It was so dirty, so lewd and hot. Seokmin was gorgeous with his mouth hanging open, prominent veins on his neck, and big talented hand jacking them both off.
"Who do you belong to, sweetheart?" Seokmin growled at Soonyoung's ear as he milked himself dry and drove Soonyoung towards his climax.
"Yours, sir. All yours."
He came into Seokmin's hand, his forehead collapsing on the barman's shoulder as he watched their dicks pump out cum at the same time.
"That's right baby, you're so good to me." Seokmin rubbed Soonyoung's back gently, keeping the gangster on his feet.
Soonyoung wrapped his hands around the barman, grateful for everything. He felt heavy, his feet could barely hold his own weight. His eyes started to droop, unfocusing every other second. He heard Seokmin chuckle and the next thing he knew he was being hauled onto the sofa and under a warm blanket.
His senses told him Seokmin was about to leave, so with the little strength he had left, Soonyoung grabbed onto the taller man's wrist and begged him to stay. Seokmin complied, snuggling in beside a tired Soonyoung. Their bodies pressed against each other like they were meant to be. They shared the blanket and cuddled, Soonyoung couldn't ask for anything better.
Seokmin hummed softly, caressing Soonyoung's head as a lover would. Soonyoung hoped Seokmin would be there when he finally makes a decision. Though deep down, he knew, he'd already made a choice. He'd choose to work for Jeonghan. He'd choose where his best friend might be. A dark path he never saw himself taking.
Soonyoung would just have to face Seungcheol. This time, he had someone by his side.