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Dan wakes up in his warm bed on a quiet Saturday morning to the loud blare of his alarm. It was the weekend so he turns it off almost mechanically, groaning as he shoves his phone under his pillow. He shuts his eyes, rolling in bed, trying to fall back asleep but sleep evades him. He gives it up, blinking his eyes open and adjusts to the light. He sits up, yawning a little and rubs his eyes.
The past week, he hadn’t been getting proper sleep. There was a lot on his mind with Jaekyung and their little “date”, and Yoon-gu finding out about him and Jaekyung.
Last Tuesday, Yoon-gu had caught them making out in his corridor by the window and screamed at them, startling him. Dan was utterly embarrassed and stood frozen in place as Jaekyung just walked off with a bored expression, leaving with Heesung downstairs. Yoon-gu and Jaekyung just exchange glances, but they don’t say a word to each other. Dan knows they already have a strained relationship. When Yoon-gu came upstairs, he invited him in so they could talk about it. Dan could see he was mad.
As expected, the conversation did not go over well. Dan, not wanting to have secrets or lie again, had admitted the entire truth. He told him they’ve been hooking up whenever they get the chance and Yoon-gu just looked at him with an expression of betrayal written all over his face. Yoon-gu had only asked Dan why he felt the need to hide it and keep it a secret but when Dan couldn’t really come up with an answer for it, he’d asked to leave. Dan had forced him to stay, knowing it was late and he went to bed, feeling guilty, already thinking of ways to make things right and apologize properly, as if he hadn’t done that enough times already. When he woke up, Yoon-gu was already gone.
Dan’s calls were ignored, messages left on read and he knew that Yoon-gu was purposefully avoiding him at school. Just thinking about it, early in the morning makes Dan shiver. He hugs his knees closer, looking at the bright morning sun outside the window. He turns to the side of his pillow to find the plushie Jaekyung had given him. He caresses it, picking it up and holding it close to his chest, sniffing it. Just touching it brings back memories of Jaekyung looking all grumpy as he shoved it in his arms. He hides his face into it, blushing as he smiles.
The only good part about all his time spent alone these few days was that he realized he really liked Jaekyung, romantically. Ever since the beginning he was drawn to the older man and even knowing all the mysterious hidden parts of him, getting to spend time with him only made him fall harder for him. It wasn’t as easy as just shaking it off anymore. Jaekyung and him had sparsely texted a couple of times, just to say Hi.
Dan was feeling hopeful today, and it was the weekend so he decided to text him. He bites the nail on his thumb, thinking of something to say that’ll spark a conversation off. A lightbulb goes inside his head and he gets to quick work, using the sheets to cover the wolf plushie’s body and then grabs his phone, snapping a picture. He finds Jaekyung’s chat and then frames a message.
Kim Dan:
image attached
he just woke up
Dan quickly shuts his phone, excited, as he looks at the ceiling. He yawns again, stretching, ready to get out of bed but he gets a ping almost instantly. His heart jumps as he leans forward on the bed, unlocking his phone to read it.
Jaekyung:
Wtf
Whats that
Kim Dan:
uhm it’s that plushie you got me at the arcade
Jaekyung:
Oh
Right
Still ugly
Morning princess
Dan pouts at him calling it ugly and acting unenthusiastic about it but immediately perks up at the nickname. He never imagined he’d like being called something so feminine but Jaekyung made it work. Helped him realize parts of himself he never knew existed before. Now everytime Jaekyung addresses him, he always kind of hopes it’s with his special nickname.
Kim Dan:
it’s cute, i like it.
Jaekyung:
You just wakin up?
You know what time it is?
Kim Dan:
it’s not that late, it’s only 7
Jaekyung:
Okay sleeping beauty
Whadya want?
Kim Dan:
is yoon-gu doing okay? he’s not talking to me. i haven’t seen him in a really long time.
Jaekyung:
I dont fucking know we never talk
Kim Dan:
oh. that’s really sad, i’m sorry. i feel bad about hiding it from him. i want to apologize again.
Jaekyung:
Stop worryin your pretty lil head about it
He ll come around
Dan quietly smiles to himself, knowing Jaekyung was able to tell how much he’d been deliberating over it. But something inside him sours knowing he’d made things worse between the brothers, their relationship already being a little icy since the beginning. Dan hates to think he might’ve come between them two. He distracts himself, continuing the conversation.
Kim Dan:
okay, thanks for saying that jaekyung :D
what are you doing?
Jaekyung:
image attached
As soon as Dan gets the picture, he stops breathing. He immediately clicks on it, enlarging the picture. It takes a second for the other details to register because the first thing he notices are the abs. It’s a mirror selfie, with Jaekyung biting the hem of his shirt and flexing his biceps for the camera. He has a wicked smirk on his face, and he’s standing in the backdrop of gym equipment and weight sets. Dan realizes it’s an after workout gym selfie. He quickly saves the picture to his phone for later, and only then realizes he’s been staring too long.
Jaekyung:
Knew it was good but didnt realize it was that good princess
Still staring?
Dan just sweats bullets, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. He can already imagine the smirk on his handsome face as he teases Dan.
Kim Dan:
no, it’s
very nice
thank you
for like showing me
Jaekyung:
Send me a picture if youre so thankful
Dan blushes more fervently but decides it only is fair. But, since Dan wasn’t used to the whole sexting thing, he gets the wrong idea. He grabs the plushie hugging it, smiling all cute as he clicks the picture. He has bed head and his pajamas are wrinkled but he decides he looks cute and sends it.
Jaekyung:
Princess
Dummy
I meant a sexy one
Try again
Dan hides his face in his palms from the embarrassment. He realizes Jaekyung was trying to flirt with him, and not just show off his biceps for Dan to drool at. Dan opens his camera, trying to take a sexy picture and then facepalms, realizing he has no idea what’s sexy. His lack of experience as a virgin was showing and he didn’t want to rile Jaekyung up more, sending a bad picture. So he asks for help. Jaekyung was good at guiding him. He’ll be patient for Dan.
Kim Dan:
i don’t really know uh, what’s sexy?
Jaekyung:
Seriously?
Fuck it fine
What are you wearing?
Kim Dan:
my pajamas?
Jaekyung:
Take it off
Lemme see your ass
Dan gulps at Jaekyung’s orders. He puts his phone down, and with shaking hands he pulls his shirt off over his head, and his boxers down, laying them on the edge of his bed neatly. He bites his nails, realizing he’d never really taken or sent nudes before. He didn’t appreciate his body enough for it, never thought he’d want to look sexy for someone. But he did now. He knew Jaekyung was asking to see him and he did not want to disappoint.
So he bends over on the bed, stomachs down, and lifts his camera up, above eye level and takes the picture. You can see the arch of Dan’s back and his uncovered ass, thick and waiting as he just bites his lip before sending it to Jaekyung. He quickly closes his eyes, freaking out internally as he grips his hair, waiting for the notification. It was crazy to think he really wanted Jaekyung to like it. In about a few minutes, Jaekyung responds, putting Dan out of his misery.
Jaekyung:
Fuck
Princess Im so hard
Want you here
Dan’s heart bursts with joy at that and he squeezes his legs together at the implied praise. He’d managed to get Jaekyung hard with just a picture. He decides to tease him a little about it, riding his ego high.
Kim Dan:
what am i doing there?
Jaekyung:
Whatever I want you to do
Taking me in with that pretty boy ass
Letting me hold you down n fuck you
image attached
Dan salivates at the image. Jaekyung was holding his large, coke can pierced dick in his proportionally big hands. It’s hard, with a bead of pre cum glistening at the tip. Thick veins go down it and it’s flushed a perfect pink at the tip. Dan has no other word to describe it other than exquisite. He remembers feeling it under his ass, and tasting it in his mouth, taking him in his throat. He stops his daydreaming to type up a response so as to not leave Jaekyung high and dry.
Kim Dan:
i wish i was there too
Jaekyung:
Yeah?
Want me to fuck you?
Kim Dan:
yeah, yes. please
Jaekyung:
Good boy
Touch yourself for me
Show me
Before Jaekyung, whenever he needed to release pent up sexual tension, he’d only jerk himself off in the bathroom. Now, whenever he got sexually aroused, his mind immediately remembered Jaekyung’s mouth and hands all over him, and vaguely recollects his fingers stretching him out. But he’d never tried to mimic that. For fuck’s sake, he’d never even bought lube before. Dan assumes correctly that Jaekyung must’ve gotten impatient with his lack of response, so his phone starts ringing. Seeing Jaekyung’s name on it, he picks it up.
“Hi.” Dan says, holding his phone tight in his hand.
“Fucking hi,” the gruff voice repeats on the other end, “Where the hell did you go?” he barks.
“I just. I don’t have uhm, lube.” Dan says shyly, biting his lip.
“Then spit on your hand and then push a finger in. Thought you wanted me to fuck you princess, how’re you gonna do that with no prep?” he bullies and Dan whines at the dirty words spilling from his lips so easily. He holds his phone tighter, and just follows instructions, wetting his fingers with spit, sucking them in his mouth. He turns around, on his stomach, reaching his fingers back and pushes one finger in. He doesn’t have to tell Jaekyung what he’s doing because he lets out a loud gasp at the initial stretch of his one slender finger. He doesn’t know how Jaekyung had fit three in there.
“Put your phone down, put me on speaker. Get on your hands and knees, princess, come on.”
Dan hears the authority in Jaekyung’s voice and without having to be told twice, he follows obediently. With this angle, it’s easier for him to push his finger in. From the phone, he can hear the steady sounds of Jaekyung jerking off. Dan let’s out another pathetic whine.
“Look at you, fuck, opening yourself up with spit for me like a little bitch in heat, hm?” Jaekyung taunts but it only spurs Dan on as he adds another finger, twisting it with an awkward arch of his back, reaching back to meet his soft thrusts.
“You’d cum so hard if I spat on you, won’t you? You like this?” Jaekyung pushes and Dan nods uselessly, knowing Jaekyung won’t be able to see anyways.
“Y-yeah, yes, y-yeah– please.” Dan begs, not knowing what he was even begging for. Jaekyung’s laugh comes out high and breathy from the other end.
“You sound so wrecked already princess. Match your speed with me.” He grunts, and Dan pushes his face into his pillow, already wetting it with his spit. Jaekyung forces Dan to slow down and speed up a couple of painful times, but never lets Dan push himself off the edge.
“I w-wanna, J-Jaekyu ngh , I wanna – mph! – I wanna cum.” he tries and Jaekyung just tuts at him.
“You’ll cum when I say you can cum. Keep going.” He says and Dan can hear the squelching of Jaekyung’s cock thrusting into the tight heat of his hand. Yeah, yeah. Dan wishes he were there too.
“Add another one in.” Jaekyung says and Dan’s already got three fingers prodding into himself and he feels tired but he wants to cum, his body on edge from the pleasure and the sharp tinge of pain and he forces another in, fucking his fingers into himself.
“Fuck that hole of yours sounds so slutty. Gods, fuck, okay. Cum with me now.” he orders and Dan squirms in bed, as he cums untouched, and his voice breaks into a sob. He can only hear heavy pants of breath from the phone and he’s left a mess as he crumbles into his sheets, exhausted from it. Dan recovers, before he sits up a little, wiping his cum and his fingers with his bedside tissues. He can hear Jaekyung cleaning up on the other end too.
“Dan?” Jaekyung calls out, when they’ve given each other enough time. Dan just smiles to himself, brushing his hands from his forehead.
“Jaekyung.” Dan says, biting his lip. He looks at his ceiling, clutching his phone tight, not really sure what comes next.
“You ever done this shit before?” he asks and Dan chuckles, light and airy.
“Phone sex? No.” He confesses.
“‘D'ya like it?” Jaekyung questions.
“I did, I do. I just. Want to do it for real though.” He says, admitting it to Jaekyung for the first time.
“We will, don’t even think about changing your mind.” Jaekyung tells him and Dan smiles, poking his cheek.
“Do you want to maybe…? Like, if you’re free that is, it’s not an imposition, but if you are, can we hang out?” Dan asks, blushing like a schoolgirl. He feels stupid like this.
“Really princess? This is what gets you all flustered? Fuckin’ hell. I can’t, I got shit to do.”
“Oh, right. That’s okay then.” he says, trying to play it off cool but he knew his disappointment would’ve come through in his voice.
“I’d invite you to come with me, but I know you’re scared of me when it comes to shit like that.” he accuses, bitterly. Dan blinks his eyes.
“What?! No, I’m not!”
“You are, you tiptoe around it. Makes sense, you’re a teenage nerd, of course my way of life would scare you. It turns you on too, but that’s a different matter.” Jaekyung snickers.
“N-no, I’m not scared at all! I can handle anything, I just didn’t want to push you on things because you were so… secretive? About it.”
“You saying I’m hiding shit like a coward? I got nothing to hide. If you’re really not scared, and you wanna prove it to me. Come with me today.”
“Wait, actually?”
“Yeah. Can’t get all judgmental and back out on me though. I’ll fucking hunt you down.”
Dan gulps but believes everything he says. He always knew Jaekyung was dangerous and what he was going to show him today would only prove it, but he knew nothing would make him back out of this.
“I won’t. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.” Dan says.
Jaekyung goes quiet for a little while. He knew Jaekyung liked to come off rough and aggressive but Dan could see the petulant little child in him sometimes. Right now, Jaekyung taking Dan with him to show a part of himself he’d hidden away felt like, “Let me tell you exactly who I am, but accept me anyway.”
“Whatever. I’ll pick you up at 12, be ready.”
“Hey! I’ve been waiting downstairs for ten minutes! The fuck are you doing in there?!” A voice booms from the other side of the door accompanied by incessant banging of the door.
“I’m sorry, wait! Give me a second!” Dan calls out before he runs to the door, all dressed and ready and opens it. Jaekyung shoves the door open and steps in before he looks Dan up and down.
“You are not fucking wearing that. Change right now.”
Dan looks at himself and then turns to the mirror. He was wearing a blue tank top and jeans and he liked what he saw in the mirror.
“Do you not like it? Why not?” Dan asks, pouting and Jaekyung just groans, rubbing his forehead.
“Jesus fucking Christ, fine. Put this on,.” he says, grabbing the jacket he’d given to Dan off the hanger and throws it to him. Dan smiles but puts it on, feeling warm already and walks out of the house with him.
“Listen, some ground rules before we go there.” Jaekyung tells Dan as they climb down the stairs.
“Yes.” Dan acknowledges.
“You stick close to me, you don’t talk to anyone unless I say it’s okay for you to talk to them, you don’t take drinks or food if people offer them to you. Got it?” Jaekyung asks and the reality of the situation sinks in, and Dan gulps.
“Okay. Stick with you, don’t eat or drink anything and don’t talk to anyone. Got it.” Dan repeats. Jaekyung just ruffles his hair, messing it up after he'd just spent 10 minutes running a comb through it. He shoves his helmet on Dan, before he mounts his bike. Dan wasn’t worried at all, he knew Jaekyung would take care of him.
Dan and Jaekyung stand in front of a seedy bar in a really really bad part of town. He doesn’t remember ever having been here before, he thought this part of town was unoccupied and yet to be developed.
Jaekyung takes his helmet off Dan, locks it to his bike and then begins leading Dan to the entrance of the bar. Dan follows, sticking close like Jaekyung had asked him to.
There’s a couple of expensive cars parked outside, and Dan is left feeling a little confused. Why would people rich enough to own cars like that visit a place like this?
Jaekyung swings the bar door open, stepping inside. It’s dark in the bar, the only light coming through was from the windows and groups of men were scattered across, sitting in their own little booths. There were a few bartenders hard at work, while men wearing gold watches, sparkly jewellery were sitting around doing nothing and drinking, the bar filled with their raucous laughter and loud voices.
One of the groups closest to them notice Jaekyung and his guest first.
“Jaekyung! C’mere, c’mere!” they beckon and Jaekyung walks in front, letting Dan stand behind him.
“Gentlemen. Afternoon.” he says respectfully. Up close now, Dan can see the men were gambling, playing poker with wads of big bills stacked on the table. The place reeked of booze and the smell of cigarettes. Suffice to say that Dan hated it here.
“Afternoon boy, you training hard and keeping in tip top shape, eh? Sure does look like it.” A man in his 40’s says, patting Jaekyung on the back hard enough for Dan to flinch. Jaekyung doesn’t even lurch forward from the hard contact.
“Yeah, training’s going well.” he says, clipped. Dan can see that Jaekyung restrains his real self here.
“Good, good. Keep it up.” he says, going back to examining his cards.
Another man, finally noticing Dan, leers at him.
“Jaekyung, wherever did you find such a pretty little thing like him, hm?” he asks, licking his lips at Dan. Dan just finds Jaekyung’s hand, holding it. Jaekyung delicately intertwines their fingers together.
“Slow down. He’s my friend.” Jaekyung says, respectfully.
“Really? How come I don’t believe that one bit? Look at him clinging to you, hm?” Another man pipes up.
“He barely looks legal. Fuck, boy, he is legal right? We can’t bail you out of that one.” he says and the group joins in, laughing. Jaekyung just looks at Dan, quietly shaking his head at him, reiterating that he shouldn’t say anything. It’s a good thing Dan was never going to.
“He’s legal. Keep playing, guys.” Jaekyung says, taking Dan with him, walking away from the table.
“Come play a hand with us!”
“Where you off to so soon?”
Voices come ringing from the booth, making Jaekyung stop and look at them.
“Gonna show him around a bit. Get us both a drink. I’ll join later. I'll rack up all that money then.” Jaekyung says smirking and the men just laugh at him.
“Don’t get too cocky, kid!” they call out. Dan smiles to himself, as Jaekyung leads them both to the bar.
“You want something to eat?” he asks, putting his elbow on the table.
“No, I’m not hungry.”
“Fine then, something to drink?”
A bartender comes up to them, looks at Jaekyung and just starts making a drink. Dan realizes he’s a regular and he must have his regular order.
“Uh, something without alcohol?”
“I don’t think they have strawberry soda here princess.” Jaekyung teases. Dan frowns at the implication that he wasn’t badass enough to like anything other than strawberry soda.
“I’ll take a coke.” he says and Jaekyung snorted but got one for him anyway. The bartender slides his scotch on the rocks and he gulps it down, throwing a bill on the bar for both their drinks.
The bartender smiles at Dan as he hands him the coke, poured out in a glass mug. Jaekyung puts his hand out, not letting Dan take it.
“Hey. In a can. Sealed.” Jaekyung says and the guy stares but listens, taking the drink away and gives Dan a chilled can from the refrigerator.
“Thank you.” Dan says meekly, the first words he’d spoken since he’d gotten here.
Jaekyung puts his palm on the small of Dan’s back and leads him through one of the doors to the outer area of the bar. It has a little patio overlooking the bleak city, far away from where they were standing.
Jaekyung opens the can for Dan with a flick of his thumb and then lights his cigarette, smoking it.
“So, you’re like, in the mafia.” Dan says, unprompted and Jaekyung shoots him a look before he bursts out guffawing.
“Connected the dots eh? Yeah, this is the mafia. But I’m not with them.” Jaekyung says, taking a long drag.
“What? But they were all so friendly and nice to you? What do you mean?” Dan asks, sipping on his soda.
“I work for them. Not with them. I don’t go around terrorizing and killing people.”
Dan lets out an internal sigh of relief. Jaekyung wasn’t harming other people, from what he’d just said. The bar was in hell, but Dan was relieved. Maybe he’d made it out to be worse in his head.
“You work for them.” Dan repeats, incredulously.
“Yes.”
“What kind of work, then?” Dan asks, interested. He’d gotten a taste and now he wanted to know everything. To know what he was getting into bed with (quite literally)
Jaekyung is about to open his mouth to explain as Heesung steps out of the exit they just came through. The pink haired man looks at the couple, his jaw dropping a few inches.
“Jaekyung, what the hell, what’s he doing here?” he asks, pointing to Dan.
“Showing him where I work. Why do you fucking care?” Jaekyung asks and
“Dan, please don’t tell Yoon-gu about any of this.” Heesung asks him with puppy eyes and Dan sighs.
“We’re already not talking over the fact that I hid things from him. Can you tell him yourself soon, so I don’t have to keep this a secret too, please? Dan asks and Heesung just looks down.
“I don’t know how he’s going to take it. How are you taking it, right now?” Heesung inquires and Jaekyung looks at him, suddenly interested in what he has to say.
“I’m doing okay. Already had my suspicions a little bit.” he chuckles softly. “I think Yoon-gu will understand too.” he says and Jaekyung keeps looking at Dan intently. He can tell Jaekyung is pleased with the answer.
Heesung just groans, before he turns to Jaekyung.
“Hey, we gotta hit a few clubs and see some regulars, hand deliver them our stuff. Let me know when you can take a break.” Heesung informs and Jaekyung gives him a nod.
Heesung gives Dan a cheerful goodbye, promising to see him again soon and Dan returns the enthusiasm. When he leaves, Jaekyung lights a new cigarette.
“Do you deal drugs with Heesung?” Dan asks seriously and Jaekyung just laughs at him, the second time today.
“What?” Dan asks, defensive.
“Heesung does deal drugs. Didn’t give that pretty little head of yours enough credit.” He says and Dan pouts again.
“I saw him dealing drugs at that party and you were standing with him.”
“He did, and I was. What about it?”
“Is that how you work for the mafia, you help them with – I don't know uh, selling their drugs and stuff?” he asks doubtfully.
“I don’t. I drive Heesung around to make his deals and I’m there as support because sometimes things get fucking violent and I’m the muscle. All that fucker does is chat people up with his fake charm. I get a cut off the money he makes, it’s like a side hustle.” he says.
“Oh, right. That makes sense.” Dan says, hugging his arms, feeling cold even with the jacket. Jaekyung finishes his second cigarette and drops it, snubbing it with his boot.
“Jaekyung.” Dan says, and the taller man looks at him, hands snaking around Dan’s waist to pull him closer.
“What?”
“I still don’t know what you do.” he tells him and Jaekyung just takes his hand walking him back into the bar. Dan blindly follows, holding his hand tight.
Jaekyung is saying his quick goodbyes to the men they’d spoken to before and they’re about to step out of the dingy bar but a low call of Jaekyung’s name makes them both stop.
Dan turned around in time to see a large man, taller than Jaekyung by a little bit, wearing luxurious clothes. He had long brown hair up to his shoulders, a beard and he looked menacing even at his old age.
“Boss.” Jaekyung acknowledges him. Dan connects two and two together and realizes he might be the mafia boss all of these men work under.
“Ready for that fight next week, kid? Big money on this one, you know that right? I didn’t ask you to come in today, what are you doing here?” he questions threateningly.
“I’m ready Yosep, just here to see Heesung, pick him up for deliveries. I’ll come back again later.”
“Right, good lad. Who’s your boy toy? First time you’ve ever brought someone over, and you’re leaving without introducing me?” He says and Jaekyung holds Dan’s hand tighter but tugs him forward a little bit.
“This is Dan. A friend. Dan, this is Yosep, my boss.” Jaekyung says and Dan watches as the man Yosep extends his hand for Dan to shake. Dan eyes Jaekyung and Jaekyung nods, so Dan shakes his hand.
“Good seeing you, Dan. Jaekyung, I'd like to have a drink before the match. We have things to talk about.” he says and Jaekyung nods.
“Of course. Whenever you’re free.” he says and Yosep smiles, patting Jaekyung’s cheek.
“Dan, you know, your friend here is our best fighter? He’s never brought anyone over before, you know. Take care of him for us, will you?” he says and Jaekyung just stares at the floor. Dan nods.
“I will.”
“Listen, boss, we gotta go now. I’ll stop by later.” he says, bidding a formal goodbye again and then holds Dan’s hand again, walking him out of the bar.
Jaekyung’s second location to show Dan today is just as intimidating and scary. The only thing Dan counts his blessings for is that it was empty, and they were the only two people there.
They walk around what looks like an abandoned professional boxing stage, with rows of seats surrounding the hexagon. The place looks like it hasn’t been clean in years and He can see splatters of dried blood on the ring, making the space seem even more scary.
“Jaekyung, what is this place?” Dan asks, as quiet as he can muster and he can feel his voice echoing back to him.
Jaekyung looks around solemnly.
“This is where I work. I’m an underground MMA fighter. People place bets on matches and according to the outcome, they rake profits. So far, I’m undefeated.” Jaekyung says, crossing his arms, staring at the ring.
“Underground?” Dan blinks, bile rising up his throat, “So you’re saying it’s –”
“Illegal, yes. There’s basically little to no rules. Hell, you can even bring in weapons and shit. Men have died here.” He says, turning to Dan, looking serious.
“H-have you ever–”
“No. I’m not in it for that. I used to train as a proper MMA fighter. Made mistakes. Paid my price. Now, I do this.” he says, sitting down on the benches closest to the ring.
Dan realizes Jaekyung sounds sad. He called himself undefeated, which would make him a champion. And with the kind of respect he was getting being so young, Dan could tell he was a legend in this place. But Jaekyung didn’t seem happy about it. Jaekyung also picks up on how bad he’d made it sound so he makes a few alterations to his previous statements.
“Not all bad, I guess. Makin’ a shit ton of money.” He shrugs. Dan sits next to Jaekyung, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.
“Undefeated? So you’re like a… Champion?” Dan nudges him, trying to lift the mood. Jaekyung gives him a smug smirk, as expected. Dan’s good at that, making him feel better.
“I don’t wanna brag about it princess, but they do call me the emperor.” Jaekyung says. Dan leans into his side, smiling.
“I like that, Emperor.” Dan whispers to him and Jaekyung looks at him, pupils blown. He grabs his face, turning it to face him.
“Look at me, say that again.” Jaekyung demands. Dan smiles through squeezed cheeks.
“ Emperor , please kiss me.” Dan says and Jaekyung complies, pulling Dan into his lap with one quick motion, letting Dan straddle his thighs as they kiss, the taller man’s hands travelling down to his waist, slipping under the jacket and the tank top. Dan whines at the skin to skin contact, already needing more.
But a few seconds later, Jaekyung pulls away, giving another peck on his lips, before looking into his eyes. Dan cannot name the emotion behind those gray eyes but he brings a hand up to Jaekyung’s chest to hold himself. From this position, he can see the scar on Jaekyung’s collarbone, the one he said was the source of his greatest shame. Dan brings his trembling hands to it, caressing it softly. Jaekyung doesn’t stop him.
“It happened here.” Jaekyung answers his unanswered question. Dan looks into his eyes, tearing up a little from the emotion of it all. He couldn’t help it.
“Hey, hey. Princess, come on. Don’t get all weepy on me, ‘m fine. I’m the emperor aren’t I? Can’t get sad over a scar.” he reprimands, his face set in a scowl but he wipes Dan’s tears away just the same. Dan sniffles.
“Tell me about your mom.” Dan says, suddenly, the words coming out of him are rather unprompted. Dan remembers the photo stuck above Jaekyung’s bed of him as a baby and his mom.
“How the fu–”
“I saw a picture of you and her. When you were younger. In your bedroom.” Dan explains, wiping his eyes.
“She died a few years back.” Jaekyung tells him, looking at him. Dan can feel his unguarded vulnerability. He clutches the Jaekyung’s shirt at his chest.
“Jaekyung, I’m so very –”
“I don’t want to hear that you’re sorry.” Jaekyung stops him. Dan goes quiet.
“I’m fine.” Jaekyung says and Dan nods, pulling him in a hug, Jaekyung’s arms wrap around Dan’s waist and they share a comforting hug for a few seconds.
“What about the ID I saw that day?” he asks and Jaekyung just raises an eyebrow at him.
“Really gonna keep asking me question over question huh? Should’ve never brought you here.” Jaekyung says, flicking Dan’s forehead playfully.
“I’m sorry I just –”
“Shut it. That was for the gym I was training in to be a professional fighter. I held onto it.” he says and Dan brings a hand up to hold his cheek, leaning in to kiss the edge of his mouth. Jaekyung flips his head and kisses him properly, holding Dan by the back of his neck, before pulling himself away. Dan stares at him, unblinking, lips still parted, his slow breaths warming Jaekyung’s face.
“What?” Jaekyung asks and Dan shakes his head.
I think I’m in love with you.
“Nothing.” he says, smiling, and Jaekyung ruffles his hair again, before he runs a hand through it, leaving the brown hair a tousled mess.
Dan lets out a laugh that morphs into a yawn. Jaekyung just rolls his eyes at him fondly.
“Yeah, speaking of. Let’s get you home already.” he says, pulling Dan’s jacket back onto him. Dan is pliant and nods.
“Okay. Let’s go home.”
Dan will find a better moment to tell him. Like Jaekyung had said, they had time.