Kiss Me

                                    

                                          
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Felix limped into his building, grinding his teeth together as pain shot up his spine with every step he took.
                          
He couldn't even sit down without wincing.
                          
Moral of the story: don't let Chan shove his massive cock up your ass when he's working out.
                          
But damn, did it feel good. More than good. Great, euphoric even.
                          
His neighbours above and below him could vouch for him.
                          
The aftermath, however, was not so great.
                          
He was just about ready to collapse in the middle of his office and cry in pain for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of the week too.
                          
The blonde didn't even bother covering up the hickies and bruises, knowing there was no point in hiding something that was very apparent in the way he walked. But the stares still irked him to no end, making him frown as he made his way to the top floor.
                          
Chan followed behind him, acting completely oblivious to his obvious struggles, humming as he bowed in greeting to random workers he didn't even know and the blonde could feel him smiling innocently.
                          
Felix only hoped the older would wake up to a bruise in the shape of his ass printed on his hips tomorrow with how hard he fucked into the younger, not even an entire hour ago.
                          
But right now wasn't the time to complain.
                          
He entered his room, seeing the entire group there and seated around a large, glass table in the midst of a conversation.
                          
They all nodded towards in him in greeting, except for Jisung who bellowed out a "hello" and Jeongin who skipped towards him and Chan to hug tightly.
                          
Felix prayed the younger didn't feel him flinch in his tight hold.
                          
The married couple proceeded to take their seats, the mafia boss at the head and Chan on his right, spinning in his chair.
                          
"So," Felix cleared his throat, "what's our course of action?"
                          
Ever since Seungmin managed to hack into the USB they retrieved on a mission, they learnt of all the misappropriation fraud going on between his 'business partners' and Felix refused to let it carry on any longer. 
                          
He was losing money and losing money meant losing resources and losing resources meant losing reliable connections and alliances. 
                          
Frankly speaking, the blonde had enough money to last fifty different lifetimes but this was money his people had made that grew his empire.
                          
And even if it was blood money, it was hard earned.
                          
He just needed proof so that he could terminate contracts and then lose a few bullets if he felt like it.
                          
"The only way to get proof would be bank statements," spoke Jisung, as he too began spinning in his chair aimlessly.
                          
"Ok so how do we obtain those?" Questioned Felix, eyes shifting to Seungmin who turned his tablet screen to show the blonde.