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4 MONTHS LATER
Junhui Pov
“Your new piercing looks good,” Hoshi says to me from across the table. I decided to get my other eyebrow pierced, the one that hasn't been ripped. It was like my fuck you to Minghao in hell. Fortunately, the small scar on my damaged brow is barely visible.
Luckily, my eyebrow has grown back enough to cover it, so I don’t have to see the reminder everyday. “Yeah, I like it.'' I smile as I take a sip of my whiskey sour. Hoshi started making them for me when I moved in and it's my new favorite drink. Beers don't quite cut it anymore. It feels so good to be out of the house, relaxing with a few drinks. Hoshi has a night off tonight so we decided to enjoy ourselves at Starlight, because god forbid we went somewhere else.
The brothers nearly lost their shit when we mentioned it. I don’t mind though. It's nice to kick back and enjoy the show instead of only glimpses as we work. Well, Hoshi still works at the bar. Wonu is not keen on me doing that, so I tend to help out with office stuff and basically follow Wonu around.
It would drive others mad being so attached at the hip with their significant other, but we’re happy, and we don’t care what others think. Hoshi and I are sitting back in the booth that is reserved at Starlight for Mingyu and Wonwoo, enjoying a full cabaret show tonight.
Not my kind of thing, but it's fun to experience a free life, to be young and smile for a change. To embrace who I am, no hiding, no fear, and to have family on my side. Because that's what the Kozlovs are to me now, the family I always wanted. I would rather cut my arm off than betray them.
Things are a lot better for me too. Mentally I am coming to terms with who I am, and I accept my quirks, psycho voices and all. I’ve had a couple of nightmares where Minghao tries to pry back into my brain, but as soon as I wake and see Wonwoo next to me, it calms me straight away.
As time goes on, hopefully the nightmares will stop altogether. There was bound to be damage left from what he did to me, but Wonwoo and his family have glued me back together.There are still cracks, but those cracks fill more everyday. Hoshi has become a good friend since I moved into the Kozlov mansion.
He's like the brother I always wanted and it's nice to have someone who understands the brothers and what it can be like to be their obsessions. Hoshi struggles more than I do. More often than not I’ll do something to prod Wonwoo into going full deranged on my ass.
As Hoshi and I are enjoying a general chit-chat, movement casts a shadow over the little lamp on our table. I assume it's the brothers but when I look up it's two burly guys. I can tell straight away they are gonna be a problem, especially with how the blond is leering at me. His redhead friend tries to sit next to Hoshi.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Hoshi challenges as creepy red moves into the booth next to him. “What? Don’t want the company? I heard you two like men and you're hot. Thought you'd be up for a good time,” redhead says.
Ick. “Fuck off, man. We ain’t interested,'' I snap. But that doesn't seem to do anything but encourage them.I move to grab my switchblade in my pocket, which Hoshi sees and subtly shakes his head and nods, cocking his head to the side. I follow where he’s pointing to. Wonwoo and Mingyu are storming over here. Oh shit, this will be fun. I'm already starting to get hard, watching the look of murder that's written across Wonwoo’s stern face. I'm so damn lucky. He’s so fucking hot. I want him to fuck me right here in front of everyone.
Arriving at the booth, Mingyu strikes first, grabbing the head of red hair from beside Hoshi, pulling the big guy out of the booth and onto the floor. He kicks him in the stomach. Jihoon storms over with Seungkwan and Kai. Jihoon helps grab the redhead.
“Do you have a death wish, touching my man, fuckhead?” Mingyu shouts at the redhead on the floor. Meanwhile, Wonwoo stealthily moves over and punches the blond who is still standing above me. He falls back into the wall next to the booth.
Wonwoo holds the guy's head low and knees him in the face, making him fall flat to the ground. Fuck yes! “Do you know who we are?” Mingyu asks the redhead who is shooting daggers at Mingyu. Oh boy, I don't think he does. “I don't give a shit who you are,” he says.
Wonwoo and Mingyu laugh, and it sounds like the belly of evil as it rumbles from their mouths. “Well, let us introduce ourselves. I am Jeon Wonwoo, and this is my brother Mingyu. These are our guys, does that help?” Wonwoo snarls. He sounds like a lion. I want him to mate me. The redhead’s face pales.
Ah, so he does know who they are. “Oh shit. I thought you owned the strip joint, not this place,” he says, floundering, but it’s too late. “Well, now you know, and I think you need to be taught a lesson in not touching other people's things without permission,” Wonwoo says, the excitement written all over his face. “Wait!” the blond shouts, holding onto what looks like a broken nose. “It's not like we knew. We ain't from round here,” he pleads.
“Oh shucks, but you will learn for the future. Boys, take them out back, we will be there in a minute,” Wonwoo orders, his eyes now focused on me. I rub my cock under the table. I can’t help it. I can already see the preview in my head. Wonwoo glances down to my lap with an appreciative smile on his face. He leans over the table. “Wanna watch me play, doe?” he asks. That voice. Goddamn.
“Fuck yeah, then I want you to fuck me after,” I demand. “Jun, seriously? I didn't need to know that,” Hoshi bemoans beside me. I forgot he was there. “Stop being a prude, Hoshi,” Wonwoo teases and grabs my neck. I love the way he holds me. “You coming, Hoshi?” I ask “To the violence orgy? No thanks, I'm good. I'll wait here for Gyu,” he says and continues to sip on his drink. Mingyu bends down to whisper something to him before kissing him.
We walk out, all eyes on our movements, but nobody says anything. “Time to play,” Wonwoo whispers in my ear. “Love you, baby,” I say, just to piss him off. He growls and grabs my ass. “I'd seriously kill anyone for you, you little shit,” he says. I cuddle up in his arms, which is a new thing, and bask in the attention and safety I feel with him here. That feeling of utter contentment. That feeling of home.