Stockholm Syndrome pt 2
Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Pairing: JungMin & YoungSaeng
Rating: NC-17
Summary: YoungSaeng fails at kidnapping, and JungMin takes advantage of it; AU, crack, smut
A/N: RP with curionenene, we really just made it up as we went xD
“You useless bitch!”
Youngsaeng winced as a hard hand met his face, and his head snapped back from the force. Stumbling backwards, Youngsaeng clutched his now red cheek, staring up at the man who had hit him - that arrogant face, and irritating sneer.
It was just his luck that when he had come back, the boss had gone away from some business, leaving his son in charge.
“I’m sorry…” Youngsaeng muttered, bowing low. There was no point in angering him.
"You'd better be sorry," the guy stared him down. "When my father finds out you've screwed up his plans again, I don't think he'll be so lenient with you anymore." Grabbing YoungSaeng's jaw, ByungSang pulled him up roughly, breathing in his face. "Maybe then he'll see that there is really only one use for a pretty boy like you."
Youngsaeng bit his lip, trying not to tear immediately away from the hold. As much as he wanted to tear away and punch the hell out of him, it wouldn’t do him any good. The boss’ son had a good point - he had screwed up again, and only added even more to him debt.
However, he was not going to sleep with Byungsaeng, no matter how much in debt he was in.
Snorting in contempt he released and pushed YoungSaeng away. "Lucky for you, I've got more important things to worry about today then your fuck ups. Come back tomorrow, I'll have another job for you."
Youngsaeng winced as he fell hard to the ground, quickly picking himself up and bowing. “Yes, sir.”
His stomach churned at having to call this obnoxious man ‘sir’. But he didn’t let it show - he was in as much trouble as he already was.
JungMin had stared at the door for a long time before getting up and putting his clothes on. His mind was blank, just going through the motions of calling a cab, paying the bill, and heading home. When the cab let him out at his door, he turned and started to walk down the street. Every face he passed he would look at, knowing it wouldn't be him.
Unknowingly, an idea was forming in his mind. He needed to find YoungSaeng, and the only thing he had was a name of a job that YoungSaeng had failed on. It would have to do, and hopefully it would get his attention.
Youngsaeng lay on his bed that night. It had only occurred to him after he’d left that horrible man’s presence, but the job that Byungsang would give to him tomorrow… he worried about it. Nothing from that man was good… and Youngsaeng only needed to worry about how bad it would be.
He turned over onto his stomach, muffling his face into the pillow. His bed was soft and all, but it was cold. And after last night, Youngsaeng found himself yearning for a certain warm body right beside him.
A sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed his bolster, nuzzling into it, and tried to sleep, pretending it was him.
Nervously pacing in front of the building, JungMin glanced at his watch several times in under a minute. He'd been up all night, he was tired, exhausted, and running on pure adrenaline. He was stupid for doing this, stupid for doing something illegal just for some guy.
YoungSaeng wasn't just some guy though, and JungMin sighed as he recalled the night before, almost distracting himself. Pushing the thought out of his mind he looked up just as someone left the building. That was him. JungMin moved, sidling up next to him. The guy didn't pay him any attention until JungMin was grabbing his arm, and throwing him into the back of a van. Looking around, no one seemed to notice. JungMin was shaking, as he got into the driver's seat. Taking a deep breath, he started up the van and headed out. Hopefully, that would get some peoples attention.
Youngsaeng tried to hide his nervousness as he came to report in for Byungsang’s ‘next job’. He wet his lips - one of his many nervous habits, as he realized that there was no one in the room but him and Byungsang. Nevertheless, he greeted the other civilly, hoping this wasn’t what he thought it was.
"Did you tell someone about the JungWoon job?" ByungSang snapped as soon as the younger man was in the room and shut the door, advancing on him.
“W-What?” Youngsaeng stuttered, panic rising when Byungsang suddenly shut the door. He took a few step backwards as Byungsang came forward, only to find that he’d already hit the wall.
"I just got a call from our people watching him, and someone picked him up. Someone with red hair," ByungSang put his hands on the wall to either side of YoungSaeng, leaning in and staring at him. "You wouldn't know who that would be, would you?"
Red hair? Youngsaeng only knew one person with red hair… and that was… no it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t…
"Well? Answer me!" ByungSang raised up his hand to strike YoungSaeng.
Youngsaeng winced, his brain racing fast, and quickly, he shook his head. “No. I don’t know anyone with red hair…”
Even if it was Jungmin, he didn’t want the other to get in trouble.
ByungSang glared at him, letting his hand fall to his side. "You're probably lying. Doesn't matter. Father will be returning tomorrow, he wants this guy picked up and then we'll know for sure. If you are lying? Father isn't going to be so forgiving, and you'll finally be all mine." He leaned in to kiss YoungSaeng.
Youngsaeng’s breath caught in his throat, and he was torn between pushing Byungsang away, or just letting the man have his way. But the foremost on his mind wasn’t about his own safety. They were going to try to get Jungmin… and if he got caught…
The older man's lips caught YoungSaeng's and pressed haphazardly and his tongue tried to force it's way in, amounting to little more than licking at YoungSaeng's lips and teeth. When he broke off, he grinned at YoungSaeng, giving a sharp pat to his cheek. "Nevermind about that job, you won't be able to do it. Go home."
Youngsaeng tried to school his face into a neutral look, trying not to let the disgust show on his face. He didn’t know what he should do, not with his current position….
“What was the job?” The question was out of his mouth, and it was only seconds after that he realized that he’d asked it.
ByungSang grinned, sitting on the edge of his father's desk. "My, aren't we eager. Trying to make up for all your failures? It won't work, you're in so deep now YoungSaeng, we'll own you for life. Go home, come back tomorrow. We can talk more when we have your friend."
He ran all the way to the front door, thoughts streaming in his mind and condescending into tears of self-loathing. Was the man who had kidnapped his supposed target really Jungmin? Why was that idiot doing something like this? If what Byungsang said was true… then Jungmin was in serious trouble…
It seemed to Youngsaeng that whatever he did, he always brought trouble for someone.
Within the hour of delivering the ransom message, JungMin was waiting with hostage in hand in an alley in some part of town he'd chosen at random on the map. He'd kept his face and hair covered while with the guy, luckily he had been quiet and looked bored most of the time. This hadn't been the first time he'd been kidnapped. JungMin wasn't taking chances though, and just hoped that this would all be worth it.
The exchange went easily, the money in a bag dropped at his feet and he let JungWoon go. Grabbing the bag he took off to his waiting car. Now, all he needed was to find YoungSaeng... or let them find him.
In the morning, JungMin awoke to hands pulling him roughly out of bed. They let him put some clothes on at least, and he grabbed the bag of money as he was ushered out. He tried to ask questions, but was given the silent treatment. Having a good idea where they were going though, he let the questions drop when he was shoved into the backseat of a car. Staring at the other person that got in the car, he didn't see any kind of weapon, but knew if he tried anything one would likely appear. It was best not to fight what was going on.
They arrived at some building in a part of town that JungMin only had vague recollections of. They brought him inside into a small office where he was shoved into a seat. Behind the large desk, one man sat with a disagreeable look on his face, while a younger man stood behind him with a sneer. The younger man spoke first.
"We'll wait until your friend arrives, then we can talk."
Youngsaeng had been woken just as rudely, but the man who had been assigned the task had worked with him before, and the shoving and pushing had only been token. And Youngsaeng got there dressed, and entirely unscathed, save perhaps for the bump on his butt where he had landed when he got pushed out of bed.
When he entered however, he felt his stomach plunge into the depths of the earth, and yet at the same time… he was happy to see Jungmin there - and probably would have been entirely if not for the dire situation they were now in.
"So," ByungSang spoke again, staring at the both of them. "Someone want to explain what's going on here?"
JungMin heard the door open and close, but didn't need to turn around to know who was standing behind him. His eyes were focused on ByungSang. "Explain what?"
Scowling, ByungSang went to move forward, but glanced down at his father and stilled. "Explain why it is that this one botched a job," he pointed at YoungSaeng, "and then the next day you pick him up. Seems mighty suspicious if you ask me."
"If you're implying that I was working with someone, you're very mistaken." JungMin chose his words carefully, he wasn't exactly lying, YoungSaeng knew nothing about his plan to kidnap the guy.
Youngsaeng’s eyes swiveled sharply towards Jungmin. Although Jungmin technically wasn’t lying, it was a shaky ground to stand on. But… what was he doing here in the first place… and he had… kidnapped Kim Jungwoon?
"You're going to sit there and tell me that you went and picked up Kim JungWoon all by yourself and weren't working with anyone?" ByungSang snorted and rolled his eyes. "Right, okay. Say we believe that, then why did you do it?"
JungMin looked over at YoungSaeng, and then back to the two behind the desk. Picking up the bag at his feet, he stood and placed it on the desk in front of the older man. "So I could pay off his debt."
Youngsaeng stared. It was the only thing he could do. And before he could help himself, he burst out, grabbing Jungmin by the shirt and screaming at him. “Are you nuts?!”
"I told you I would help you," JungMin said, looking at YoungSaeng. "You didn't believe me, so I had to do something. This was the only thing I could think of."
“But to go do something like this…” Youngsaeng shook Jungmin a little frustratedly, “Do you know that you could have been killed? What if you did? Then… what would I do?!”
"Well I didn't get killed, did I? I don't know what you're so worried about," he turned back to the two people behind the desk. The younger of the two was gaping at him.
"You think you can just come in here and buy off someone else's debt with money that was supposed to be ours? Are you fucking insane?" ByungSang was flabbergasted. He wasn't letting YoungSaeng go like that. He lunged over the desk and punched JungMin in the jaw who crumpled like a paper napkin onto the floor. Wringing his hand, he pushed off the desk, grabbing YoungSaeng by the arm and pulled him out the door.
Youngsaeng let out a wordless cry when Jungmin was suddenly knocked down, but before he could do anything, he was being pulled towards the door.
Struggling, he tried to break out of Byungsang’s hold. But Byungsang, for all his faults, was strong. And it was nigh impossible to pull out - not that Youngsaeng didn’t try.
“Let me go!” Youngsaeng shouted, trying to pull his hand away. “Min!”
ByungSang ignored YoungSaeng's flailing, tossing him to one of the underlings. "Take him to my place, I'll be there shortly." He watched with a satisfied smirk as YoungSaeng was pushed into a car and driven away.
JungMin woke with a horrible headache. He was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, and found himself on a couch in a room he didn't recall seeing before. Sitting up, he looked around, rubbing at his jaw. Taking a look around, he noticed he wasn't exactly alone. The older man from earlier, YoungSaeng's boss was seated in a chair, staring at him.
“You’re awake.” His voice was deep and full of authority. His eyes were filled with strength and intelligence, and those eyes looked at Jungmin as if he was an oddity that couldn’t be figured out.
Picking up the bag of money, the boss tossed it over to Jungmin. “Here.”
Luckily he managed to catch it before it smacked him in the face. Blinking a few times, JungMin sighed and his face fell. "I guess that means you won't accept this to pay off his debt then, huh?"
“That depends… on how you answer my question.” The man’s face was unwavering, showing nothing as he stared at Jungmin. “Why do you want to pay of that boy’s debt?”
Licking his lips nervously, JungMin stared at the man who held his future in the palm of his hands. "Because... he's not cut out for this life, we both know that. He's a good kid who happened to have assholes for parents." He was trying to avoid saying the real reason, but it was probably the most important. "Because I care for him, more than I care for myself."
“From what I heard…” the man continued, a small show of puzzlement on his face. “You only met him yesterday. Why do you care for him so much? He’s just a pretty boy - a dime a dozen on the street. Why would he mean anything to you?”
"He's more than just a pretty boy," JungMin scoffed. "He's kind, and compassionate, and warm, and completely selfless to a fault. I've never met anyone like YoungSaeng before, and it was more than just a pretty face that I was drawn to."
“And…” The man tilted his head, eyebrows raised. “You know all that in one day because…?”
"Ah.." JungMin faltered. How could he explain that? He wasn't entirely sure himself. "Well.. because.." He was blushing and smiled a little sheepishly. "We connected, on several different levels. Look mister, I've never felt this way about anyone before in my life. I'm just a dumb waiter, and I went out and kidnapped some guy last night just to find YoungSaeng again. Why would I do that if he didn't mean something to me?"
The man eyed Jungmin for what seemed like the longest moment before he looked down, turning his attention to some sort of paper on his desk. “I believe the term is ‘love’.” He commented as he began to scribble something onto it.
"Love?" JungMin asked, his forehead creased and he thought about it. He'd risked his life for YoungSaeng, wanted to protect him, wanted to be with him, wanted to run away with him. "Yeah... I guess you're right. I love him." A warm sensation washed over him and he grinned. "I love YoungSaeng."
The man didn’t respond for a while, only paying attention to the paper he was scribbling on. Then, he looked up, a smile on his face as he held out the completed paper, flinging it towards Jungmin. “Here. When you go to Byungsang’s place, show this to him and he should have no complaints. I wrote his address behind.”
Rising off the couch, he approached the desk hesitantly and the paper. He read over it and looked up at the man. "Really? No more debt, just like that." He blinked and reread the paper again. "What.. what about the money?" He pointed towards the bag on the couch.
“You’ll probably need it to pay for the things Youngsaeng breaks.” The man answered with a wry smile, looking back down to his papers.
JungMin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stared at the man for a long time, not able to comprehend. When he finally snapped out of it he was bowing low, over and over. "Thank you, thank you sir." He turned and grabbed the bag, running for the door. Before he left, he smiled and said thank you again before rushing out into the street. Hailing a cab, he told the driver the address and settled back, grinning like a fool and clutching the bag to his chest.
After Jungmin had left, the man who was Youngsaeng’s former boss stood up from his chair, walking over to the window where he watched the eager young fellow get into a taxi. A smile graced his face as he watched, an almost fatherly look in his eyes.
“Good luck.”
~*~
Youngsaeng had never been so terrified in his life. Not even when he’d nearly got caught by the police, not even when he had nearly been sold off as a prostitute. And he struggled like his life depended on it, trying to break the hold Byungsang had on him.
“Let me go!”
Scowling, ByungSang shoved YoungSaeng down on his bed. "You're such a tease you know that? Such a pretty face and you never let anyone touch it. Except that idiot red head, you let him touch you didn't you?" He leaned down, pinning YoungSaeng by the shoulders. "Maybe I had you figured wrong, maybe you are a slut." His tongue licked up YoungSaeng's cheek slowly as he moved one hand to fumble with the button on YoungSaeng's jeans.
Youngsaeng couldn’t pretend anymore, and he yelped, wincing in disgust when Byungsang licked his cheek. Hands shot up, pushing Byungsang’s hands away while trying to get up from the bed. “Fuck! Get away from me!”
The cab pulled up in front of the correct address and JungMin jumped out after paying the driver. Climbing up the stairs two at a time he reached ByungSang's door and started pounding on it, calling for YoungSaeng.
"Who the fuck.." ByungSang had his hand raised to strike YoungSaeng again, but pushed off, glaring to the door then back at him. "Is that your little boyfriend come to rescue you? Stay there, and don't move."
ByungSang opened the front door and glared. "Get out of here before I kill you." He snapped, moving to shut the door.
"Wait, I have a message from your father," JungMin thrust out the paper towards ByungSang who stared at the offending article before snatching it out of his hand.
"... all debts cleared? Is this some kind of joke? No matter, debt or not, YoungSaeng is still mine." He smirked and slammed the door in JungMin's face. He returned to the bedroom and tossed the paper at YoungSaeng.
Youngsaeng had half climbed off the bed when the paper was tossed at him. He stared at it in incomprehension for a while before staring at Byungsang. “W-what? All my debts are cleared?”
"Yeah, seems like my father still has a soft spot for you," ByungSang advanced on YoungSaeng again. "But that doesn't mean you get to leave, you're still mine."
JungMin was pounding on the door again, shouting for YoungSaeng. He knew he was in there, how would he get him out? Not knowing what else to do, he started to kick at the door, hoping to break it down.
"That boy is persistent," ByungSang sighed, pulling back from where he was biting on YoungSaeng's neck and made to stand again. "Guess I'll just need to take care of him."
Youngsaeng squirmed in Byungsang’s hold with all his might, but the other man was still stronger than he was. Then, just as Byungsang had started to get up, Youngsaeng seized his chance and punched Byungsang in the face, quickly scrambling to get the hell out of this place.
Falling back, ByungSang clutched at his nose. "You little fucker, get back here." He was seeing stars, so his free hand was reaching wildly as he stumbled forward after YoungSaeng.
The repeated kicking's weren't working. Taking a second to regain his breath, he heard the scuffle inside and ByungSang yelling. "YoungSaeng!" He squared his shoulder and rammed into the door, the lock finally giving way and he tumbled into the room.
Youngsaeng yelped when Byungsang managed to grab onto his foot, and he crashed into the ground. But all those accidents had finally come to good use, and he didn’t even blink from the pain, quickly beginning to try to kick the hand off his leg. “Let go!”
"You're only going to make this worse, stop struggling," ByungSang was pulling YoungSaeng back towards him, hand raised to slap YoungSaeng again.
"Don't you fucking touch him," JungMin was on his feet and running towards them. He kicked out, connecting foot with jaw that sent ByungSang sprawling. He grabbed YoungSaeng's arm and pulled him up. "Come on, let's go." Taking his hand he led YoungSaeng out of the room and out of the building, stopping on the sidewalk outside to catch his breath.
“Jungmin!” Youngsaeng managed to exclaim in surprise when he was happily dragged out of the place. He had barely managed to catch his breath, and the mad dash out now reduced him to heavy pants as he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath again.
He must have been quite a sight - panting heavily, hair a huge mess, clothes rumpled and even torn in some places… but he didn’t care about that. Only that the one he had thought he’d left behind was right in front of him.
Managing to catch his breath, Youngsaeng eyed Jungmin and grabbed his shoulder, weakly pulling so as to get his attention. “What… huff… was that about? Why… are you… huff… here?”
"I'm here to get you out of here," JungMin grinned at him, hesitantly touching the marked cheek. "I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner. But, you're debt is cleared, you're a free man YoungSaeng."
Youngsaeng was ashamed to say that he leaned into the gentle touch almost immediately. All the times he’d been assaulted this way, he’d been lucky enough to get away, but the emotion fear had always been dealt with alone. A warm hand to comfort him was new, and so tempting despite the pride Youngsaeng held.
Catching himself, he leaned slightly away from the touch and glared at Jungmin. “Now who said I needed you to get me out?! Idiot! How the hell does trying to help me equal to doing something illegal?! You could have gotten arrested and thrown into jail!” He raised a hand and whacked Jungmin on the head. “Idiot!”
"Gah!" JungMin winced and cringed away from the hand that was hitting him. "But I didn't! You didn't seem to be doing so well on your own in the first place, or did you forget how we met? Call me an idiot when I just cleared your debts and saved you from that ass."
Youngsaeng sniffled affectedly, almost glowering at Jungmin. His eyes were suspiciously bright as he folded his hands and turned swiftly around his shoulders shaking. “I don’t care, you’re still an idiot.”
Wrapping his arms around him, JungMin nuzzled into YoungSaeng's neck. "An idiot who loves you, who risked his life just to find you."
Youngsaeng didn’t respond for a while, but when he did, he turned around in the hold, burying his head in Jungmin’s chest. Something that was suspiciously wet fell from his eyes, and he shook with sobs. “Idiot…. Idiot… Idiot!”
"Hey now, I know I'm an idiot, you don't need to rub it in," JungMin pulled him tighter, soothing hands going up and down his back.
Youngsaeng didn’t answer, only clutching onto Jungmin’s shirt like it was a life-line, shaking, crying - from relief and happiness, and for the joy that an idiot like Jungmin could love an even bigger like him.
"Don't cry Saeng," JungMin murmured in his ear, "don't cry." He eased back, taking YoungSaeng's tear stained face in his hand and leaning in to kiss those flushed pouty lips that were trembling.
Youngsaeng happily took those lips into his own, and he forgot his fears, forgot his insecurities. And he basked in the bliss that one can only feel when you found out the most important thing in your life was actually right in front of you.
“I love you too.”
That bright smile returned and JungMin smoothed YoungSaeng's hair and kissed his forehead. "So, uh, you wanna go back to my place? That guy's probably going to come out to give chase any second, we should get off the street."
Youngsaeng swallowed the last of his sniffles before looking up, his eyes still bright, but much happier. Nodding, he disentangled himself from Jungmin but kept his hand in the other’s, pulling forward. “Yes. Let’s go.”
Squeezing his hand, JungMin started to swing their arms back and forth. "You know, saving you from the clutches of some maniacal asshole was kind of exciting."
Youngsaeng shook his head, snorting. But just as he was about to reply, he saw something out of the corner of his eyes, and his steps became more frantic. “Well, if you like it so much, then I think you can do it again.”
And pulling Jungmin forward into a run, Youngsaeng dashed off just as a bunch of thugs came from around the corner, shouting abuse at him. “Hey! Pretty boy! Come back here! You haven’t paid me for denting my car!”
Trying to keep up, JungMin looked back over his shoulder, then back at YoungSaeng. "What did you do?"
“I dented his car by accident when I tripped over something, and the hostage I was carrying flew up and crashed into the car!” Youngsaeng shouted as he continued running. “Hurry up! They’ll catch us!”
"We're not going to make it far.. running," JungMin was already losing steam, "We need a cab." JungMin pulled on YoungSaeng and started running towards the street, flagging down the first taxi that stopped--to avoid hitting them. He threw open the door and shoved YoungSaeng in as the thugs caught up but narrowly missed as the taxi pulled off.
"Are there any more of these surprises I should know about?" He panted, slumped in the seat, staring wide eyed at YoungSaeng.
“Uh…” Youngsaeng thought seriously for a while. “Well, I’m not too sure who I offended who would be incensed enough to chase me, but there was this yakuza guy I turned down, and then this rich lady’s cat I accidentally killed dropping a status on, and this little boy whose very expensive toy car I stepped on… and…”
JungMin's eyes grew wider at each instance. "You know, I think your boss was just glad to be rid of you, you're a walking disaster." He stared at YoungSaeng with an unreadable expression before his eyes narrowed and one corner of his lip curled up into a smirk. He was on YoungSaeng and smothering him with kisses. "It kind of turns me on."
“What do you mean he was glad to get rid of me- Hey!” Youngsaeng let out a shriek when Jungmin was suddenly on him, and he flailed, squirming at the ticklish kisses. “Not in a taxi!”
Snickering, JungMin pulled back and dropped the bag of money in YoungSaeng's lap. "He told me I'd need it to pay for all the stuff you broke."
Youngsaeng yelped when something heavy landed on his lap, before he blinked, staring at the bag before slowly opening it up. “Holy… shit… He did?”
"I thought he was joking at first, but now.." JungMin shrugged and spread his hands wide.
Youngsaeng pouted at the statement, folding his arms and turning away. “Well… fine. I’m clumsy. But you’re stuck with me now…”
Youngsaeng turned around, a slightly unsure look in his eyes. “…Right?”
"Right," JungMin leaned toward him, his hand coming up to wind into his hair and pull him forward, pressing their lips together. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
The taxi stopped at JungMin looked up to see they were at his building. "We're home."
Youngsaeng looked up as well, turning to see the ordinary looking building they had stopped in front of. “Home?”
"Er.. well.. my home at least," JungMin looked a little sheepish and climbed out of the taxi, running around to open the door for YoungSaeng. "It's not much, like I said, but you're welcome here any time."
Youngsaeng walked in almost cautiously, taking in the simple décor, the mess of clothes and other articles over everything, the plain walls and the smell of human, and a bright smile grew on his face. “It’s perfect.”
"Well.. I wouldn't go that far," JungMin looked around, slightly embarrassed that he hadn't thought to clean up first. Sliding up behind YoungSaeng, he wrapped his arms around his waist and twisted around to kiss his cheek. "But now that you're here it is."
Youngsaeng smiled, leaning against the hold. He could see their life played out in this place. They would be happy here - cook together, clean together, sleep together. Jungmin would tease him and Youngsaeng would pout. They would bicker constantly, quarrel occasionally, and sometimes they would have arguments, but they would always work it all out in the end.
They would work together - and then they’d come back to a warm home and to each other’s embrace. They would find faults with each other, find each other perfect, and then find that they were perfect together. And together, they would live, until the end of whenever it should end. And until then, Youngsaeng would be happy with it all.
Turning YoungSaeng around in his arms, he smiled down at him and brushed at the bangs in his eyes before leaning down for another loving, passionate kiss. "You want to see the bedroom? I'm sorry if it's not as grand as the motel, there's no rose petals, and, even worse..." JungMin bit his lip and pouted, "... there's no box of sex toys either."
Youngsaeng laughed, shaking his head before tweaking Jungmin’s nose. “As if that will stop you from having sex with me.”
Wrinkling his nose and nipping at the fingers JungMin joined in on the laugh. "No, but that strawberry lube was nice."
TWACK!
"Ow! What'd I say?!?"
“You’re a horny bastard.” Youngsaeng deadpanned, before leaning in with a cheeky kiss. “But I love you anyway.”
"You are too, and I love you for it." JungMin pulled him close and deepened the kiss.
TWACK!
"Ow! What?!?"
.... and then it devolved into cute sexy times.
THE END
Pairing: JungMin & YoungSaeng
Rating: NC-17
Summary: YoungSaeng fails at kidnapping, and JungMin takes advantage of it; AU, crack, smut
A/N: RP with curionenene, we really just made it up as we went xD
“You useless bitch!”
Youngsaeng winced as a hard hand met his face, and his head snapped back from the force. Stumbling backwards, Youngsaeng clutched his now red cheek, staring up at the man who had hit him - that arrogant face, and irritating sneer.
It was just his luck that when he had come back, the boss had gone away from some business, leaving his son in charge.
“I’m sorry…” Youngsaeng muttered, bowing low. There was no point in angering him.
"You'd better be sorry," the guy stared him down. "When my father finds out you've screwed up his plans again, I don't think he'll be so lenient with you anymore." Grabbing YoungSaeng's jaw, ByungSang pulled him up roughly, breathing in his face. "Maybe then he'll see that there is really only one use for a pretty boy like you."
Youngsaeng bit his lip, trying not to tear immediately away from the hold. As much as he wanted to tear away and punch the hell out of him, it wouldn’t do him any good. The boss’ son had a good point - he had screwed up again, and only added even more to him debt.
However, he was not going to sleep with Byungsaeng, no matter how much in debt he was in.
Snorting in contempt he released and pushed YoungSaeng away. "Lucky for you, I've got more important things to worry about today then your fuck ups. Come back tomorrow, I'll have another job for you."
Youngsaeng winced as he fell hard to the ground, quickly picking himself up and bowing. “Yes, sir.”
His stomach churned at having to call this obnoxious man ‘sir’. But he didn’t let it show - he was in as much trouble as he already was.
JungMin had stared at the door for a long time before getting up and putting his clothes on. His mind was blank, just going through the motions of calling a cab, paying the bill, and heading home. When the cab let him out at his door, he turned and started to walk down the street. Every face he passed he would look at, knowing it wouldn't be him.
Unknowingly, an idea was forming in his mind. He needed to find YoungSaeng, and the only thing he had was a name of a job that YoungSaeng had failed on. It would have to do, and hopefully it would get his attention.
Youngsaeng lay on his bed that night. It had only occurred to him after he’d left that horrible man’s presence, but the job that Byungsang would give to him tomorrow… he worried about it. Nothing from that man was good… and Youngsaeng only needed to worry about how bad it would be.
He turned over onto his stomach, muffling his face into the pillow. His bed was soft and all, but it was cold. And after last night, Youngsaeng found himself yearning for a certain warm body right beside him.
A sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed his bolster, nuzzling into it, and tried to sleep, pretending it was him.
Nervously pacing in front of the building, JungMin glanced at his watch several times in under a minute. He'd been up all night, he was tired, exhausted, and running on pure adrenaline. He was stupid for doing this, stupid for doing something illegal just for some guy.
YoungSaeng wasn't just some guy though, and JungMin sighed as he recalled the night before, almost distracting himself. Pushing the thought out of his mind he looked up just as someone left the building. That was him. JungMin moved, sidling up next to him. The guy didn't pay him any attention until JungMin was grabbing his arm, and throwing him into the back of a van. Looking around, no one seemed to notice. JungMin was shaking, as he got into the driver's seat. Taking a deep breath, he started up the van and headed out. Hopefully, that would get some peoples attention.
Youngsaeng tried to hide his nervousness as he came to report in for Byungsang’s ‘next job’. He wet his lips - one of his many nervous habits, as he realized that there was no one in the room but him and Byungsang. Nevertheless, he greeted the other civilly, hoping this wasn’t what he thought it was.
"Did you tell someone about the JungWoon job?" ByungSang snapped as soon as the younger man was in the room and shut the door, advancing on him.
“W-What?” Youngsaeng stuttered, panic rising when Byungsang suddenly shut the door. He took a few step backwards as Byungsang came forward, only to find that he’d already hit the wall.
"I just got a call from our people watching him, and someone picked him up. Someone with red hair," ByungSang put his hands on the wall to either side of YoungSaeng, leaning in and staring at him. "You wouldn't know who that would be, would you?"
Red hair? Youngsaeng only knew one person with red hair… and that was… no it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t…
"Well? Answer me!" ByungSang raised up his hand to strike YoungSaeng.
Youngsaeng winced, his brain racing fast, and quickly, he shook his head. “No. I don’t know anyone with red hair…”
Even if it was Jungmin, he didn’t want the other to get in trouble.
ByungSang glared at him, letting his hand fall to his side. "You're probably lying. Doesn't matter. Father will be returning tomorrow, he wants this guy picked up and then we'll know for sure. If you are lying? Father isn't going to be so forgiving, and you'll finally be all mine." He leaned in to kiss YoungSaeng.
Youngsaeng’s breath caught in his throat, and he was torn between pushing Byungsang away, or just letting the man have his way. But the foremost on his mind wasn’t about his own safety. They were going to try to get Jungmin… and if he got caught…
The older man's lips caught YoungSaeng's and pressed haphazardly and his tongue tried to force it's way in, amounting to little more than licking at YoungSaeng's lips and teeth. When he broke off, he grinned at YoungSaeng, giving a sharp pat to his cheek. "Nevermind about that job, you won't be able to do it. Go home."
Youngsaeng tried to school his face into a neutral look, trying not to let the disgust show on his face. He didn’t know what he should do, not with his current position….
“What was the job?” The question was out of his mouth, and it was only seconds after that he realized that he’d asked it.
ByungSang grinned, sitting on the edge of his father's desk. "My, aren't we eager. Trying to make up for all your failures? It won't work, you're in so deep now YoungSaeng, we'll own you for life. Go home, come back tomorrow. We can talk more when we have your friend."
He ran all the way to the front door, thoughts streaming in his mind and condescending into tears of self-loathing. Was the man who had kidnapped his supposed target really Jungmin? Why was that idiot doing something like this? If what Byungsang said was true… then Jungmin was in serious trouble…
It seemed to Youngsaeng that whatever he did, he always brought trouble for someone.
Within the hour of delivering the ransom message, JungMin was waiting with hostage in hand in an alley in some part of town he'd chosen at random on the map. He'd kept his face and hair covered while with the guy, luckily he had been quiet and looked bored most of the time. This hadn't been the first time he'd been kidnapped. JungMin wasn't taking chances though, and just hoped that this would all be worth it.
The exchange went easily, the money in a bag dropped at his feet and he let JungWoon go. Grabbing the bag he took off to his waiting car. Now, all he needed was to find YoungSaeng... or let them find him.
In the morning, JungMin awoke to hands pulling him roughly out of bed. They let him put some clothes on at least, and he grabbed the bag of money as he was ushered out. He tried to ask questions, but was given the silent treatment. Having a good idea where they were going though, he let the questions drop when he was shoved into the backseat of a car. Staring at the other person that got in the car, he didn't see any kind of weapon, but knew if he tried anything one would likely appear. It was best not to fight what was going on.
They arrived at some building in a part of town that JungMin only had vague recollections of. They brought him inside into a small office where he was shoved into a seat. Behind the large desk, one man sat with a disagreeable look on his face, while a younger man stood behind him with a sneer. The younger man spoke first.
"We'll wait until your friend arrives, then we can talk."
Youngsaeng had been woken just as rudely, but the man who had been assigned the task had worked with him before, and the shoving and pushing had only been token. And Youngsaeng got there dressed, and entirely unscathed, save perhaps for the bump on his butt where he had landed when he got pushed out of bed.
When he entered however, he felt his stomach plunge into the depths of the earth, and yet at the same time… he was happy to see Jungmin there - and probably would have been entirely if not for the dire situation they were now in.
"So," ByungSang spoke again, staring at the both of them. "Someone want to explain what's going on here?"
JungMin heard the door open and close, but didn't need to turn around to know who was standing behind him. His eyes were focused on ByungSang. "Explain what?"
Scowling, ByungSang went to move forward, but glanced down at his father and stilled. "Explain why it is that this one botched a job," he pointed at YoungSaeng, "and then the next day you pick him up. Seems mighty suspicious if you ask me."
"If you're implying that I was working with someone, you're very mistaken." JungMin chose his words carefully, he wasn't exactly lying, YoungSaeng knew nothing about his plan to kidnap the guy.
Youngsaeng’s eyes swiveled sharply towards Jungmin. Although Jungmin technically wasn’t lying, it was a shaky ground to stand on. But… what was he doing here in the first place… and he had… kidnapped Kim Jungwoon?
"You're going to sit there and tell me that you went and picked up Kim JungWoon all by yourself and weren't working with anyone?" ByungSang snorted and rolled his eyes. "Right, okay. Say we believe that, then why did you do it?"
JungMin looked over at YoungSaeng, and then back to the two behind the desk. Picking up the bag at his feet, he stood and placed it on the desk in front of the older man. "So I could pay off his debt."
Youngsaeng stared. It was the only thing he could do. And before he could help himself, he burst out, grabbing Jungmin by the shirt and screaming at him. “Are you nuts?!”
"I told you I would help you," JungMin said, looking at YoungSaeng. "You didn't believe me, so I had to do something. This was the only thing I could think of."
“But to go do something like this…” Youngsaeng shook Jungmin a little frustratedly, “Do you know that you could have been killed? What if you did? Then… what would I do?!”
"Well I didn't get killed, did I? I don't know what you're so worried about," he turned back to the two people behind the desk. The younger of the two was gaping at him.
"You think you can just come in here and buy off someone else's debt with money that was supposed to be ours? Are you fucking insane?" ByungSang was flabbergasted. He wasn't letting YoungSaeng go like that. He lunged over the desk and punched JungMin in the jaw who crumpled like a paper napkin onto the floor. Wringing his hand, he pushed off the desk, grabbing YoungSaeng by the arm and pulled him out the door.
Youngsaeng let out a wordless cry when Jungmin was suddenly knocked down, but before he could do anything, he was being pulled towards the door.
Struggling, he tried to break out of Byungsang’s hold. But Byungsang, for all his faults, was strong. And it was nigh impossible to pull out - not that Youngsaeng didn’t try.
“Let me go!” Youngsaeng shouted, trying to pull his hand away. “Min!”
ByungSang ignored YoungSaeng's flailing, tossing him to one of the underlings. "Take him to my place, I'll be there shortly." He watched with a satisfied smirk as YoungSaeng was pushed into a car and driven away.
JungMin woke with a horrible headache. He was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, and found himself on a couch in a room he didn't recall seeing before. Sitting up, he looked around, rubbing at his jaw. Taking a look around, he noticed he wasn't exactly alone. The older man from earlier, YoungSaeng's boss was seated in a chair, staring at him.
“You’re awake.” His voice was deep and full of authority. His eyes were filled with strength and intelligence, and those eyes looked at Jungmin as if he was an oddity that couldn’t be figured out.
Picking up the bag of money, the boss tossed it over to Jungmin. “Here.”
Luckily he managed to catch it before it smacked him in the face. Blinking a few times, JungMin sighed and his face fell. "I guess that means you won't accept this to pay off his debt then, huh?"
“That depends… on how you answer my question.” The man’s face was unwavering, showing nothing as he stared at Jungmin. “Why do you want to pay of that boy’s debt?”
Licking his lips nervously, JungMin stared at the man who held his future in the palm of his hands. "Because... he's not cut out for this life, we both know that. He's a good kid who happened to have assholes for parents." He was trying to avoid saying the real reason, but it was probably the most important. "Because I care for him, more than I care for myself."
“From what I heard…” the man continued, a small show of puzzlement on his face. “You only met him yesterday. Why do you care for him so much? He’s just a pretty boy - a dime a dozen on the street. Why would he mean anything to you?”
"He's more than just a pretty boy," JungMin scoffed. "He's kind, and compassionate, and warm, and completely selfless to a fault. I've never met anyone like YoungSaeng before, and it was more than just a pretty face that I was drawn to."
“And…” The man tilted his head, eyebrows raised. “You know all that in one day because…?”
"Ah.." JungMin faltered. How could he explain that? He wasn't entirely sure himself. "Well.. because.." He was blushing and smiled a little sheepishly. "We connected, on several different levels. Look mister, I've never felt this way about anyone before in my life. I'm just a dumb waiter, and I went out and kidnapped some guy last night just to find YoungSaeng again. Why would I do that if he didn't mean something to me?"
The man eyed Jungmin for what seemed like the longest moment before he looked down, turning his attention to some sort of paper on his desk. “I believe the term is ‘love’.” He commented as he began to scribble something onto it.
"Love?" JungMin asked, his forehead creased and he thought about it. He'd risked his life for YoungSaeng, wanted to protect him, wanted to be with him, wanted to run away with him. "Yeah... I guess you're right. I love him." A warm sensation washed over him and he grinned. "I love YoungSaeng."
The man didn’t respond for a while, only paying attention to the paper he was scribbling on. Then, he looked up, a smile on his face as he held out the completed paper, flinging it towards Jungmin. “Here. When you go to Byungsang’s place, show this to him and he should have no complaints. I wrote his address behind.”
Rising off the couch, he approached the desk hesitantly and the paper. He read over it and looked up at the man. "Really? No more debt, just like that." He blinked and reread the paper again. "What.. what about the money?" He pointed towards the bag on the couch.
“You’ll probably need it to pay for the things Youngsaeng breaks.” The man answered with a wry smile, looking back down to his papers.
JungMin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stared at the man for a long time, not able to comprehend. When he finally snapped out of it he was bowing low, over and over. "Thank you, thank you sir." He turned and grabbed the bag, running for the door. Before he left, he smiled and said thank you again before rushing out into the street. Hailing a cab, he told the driver the address and settled back, grinning like a fool and clutching the bag to his chest.
After Jungmin had left, the man who was Youngsaeng’s former boss stood up from his chair, walking over to the window where he watched the eager young fellow get into a taxi. A smile graced his face as he watched, an almost fatherly look in his eyes.
“Good luck.”
~*~
Youngsaeng had never been so terrified in his life. Not even when he’d nearly got caught by the police, not even when he had nearly been sold off as a prostitute. And he struggled like his life depended on it, trying to break the hold Byungsang had on him.
“Let me go!”
Scowling, ByungSang shoved YoungSaeng down on his bed. "You're such a tease you know that? Such a pretty face and you never let anyone touch it. Except that idiot red head, you let him touch you didn't you?" He leaned down, pinning YoungSaeng by the shoulders. "Maybe I had you figured wrong, maybe you are a slut." His tongue licked up YoungSaeng's cheek slowly as he moved one hand to fumble with the button on YoungSaeng's jeans.
Youngsaeng couldn’t pretend anymore, and he yelped, wincing in disgust when Byungsang licked his cheek. Hands shot up, pushing Byungsang’s hands away while trying to get up from the bed. “Fuck! Get away from me!”
The cab pulled up in front of the correct address and JungMin jumped out after paying the driver. Climbing up the stairs two at a time he reached ByungSang's door and started pounding on it, calling for YoungSaeng.
"Who the fuck.." ByungSang had his hand raised to strike YoungSaeng again, but pushed off, glaring to the door then back at him. "Is that your little boyfriend come to rescue you? Stay there, and don't move."
ByungSang opened the front door and glared. "Get out of here before I kill you." He snapped, moving to shut the door.
"Wait, I have a message from your father," JungMin thrust out the paper towards ByungSang who stared at the offending article before snatching it out of his hand.
"... all debts cleared? Is this some kind of joke? No matter, debt or not, YoungSaeng is still mine." He smirked and slammed the door in JungMin's face. He returned to the bedroom and tossed the paper at YoungSaeng.
Youngsaeng had half climbed off the bed when the paper was tossed at him. He stared at it in incomprehension for a while before staring at Byungsang. “W-what? All my debts are cleared?”
"Yeah, seems like my father still has a soft spot for you," ByungSang advanced on YoungSaeng again. "But that doesn't mean you get to leave, you're still mine."
JungMin was pounding on the door again, shouting for YoungSaeng. He knew he was in there, how would he get him out? Not knowing what else to do, he started to kick at the door, hoping to break it down.
"That boy is persistent," ByungSang sighed, pulling back from where he was biting on YoungSaeng's neck and made to stand again. "Guess I'll just need to take care of him."
Youngsaeng squirmed in Byungsang’s hold with all his might, but the other man was still stronger than he was. Then, just as Byungsang had started to get up, Youngsaeng seized his chance and punched Byungsang in the face, quickly scrambling to get the hell out of this place.
Falling back, ByungSang clutched at his nose. "You little fucker, get back here." He was seeing stars, so his free hand was reaching wildly as he stumbled forward after YoungSaeng.
The repeated kicking's weren't working. Taking a second to regain his breath, he heard the scuffle inside and ByungSang yelling. "YoungSaeng!" He squared his shoulder and rammed into the door, the lock finally giving way and he tumbled into the room.
Youngsaeng yelped when Byungsang managed to grab onto his foot, and he crashed into the ground. But all those accidents had finally come to good use, and he didn’t even blink from the pain, quickly beginning to try to kick the hand off his leg. “Let go!”
"You're only going to make this worse, stop struggling," ByungSang was pulling YoungSaeng back towards him, hand raised to slap YoungSaeng again.
"Don't you fucking touch him," JungMin was on his feet and running towards them. He kicked out, connecting foot with jaw that sent ByungSang sprawling. He grabbed YoungSaeng's arm and pulled him up. "Come on, let's go." Taking his hand he led YoungSaeng out of the room and out of the building, stopping on the sidewalk outside to catch his breath.
“Jungmin!” Youngsaeng managed to exclaim in surprise when he was happily dragged out of the place. He had barely managed to catch his breath, and the mad dash out now reduced him to heavy pants as he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath again.
He must have been quite a sight - panting heavily, hair a huge mess, clothes rumpled and even torn in some places… but he didn’t care about that. Only that the one he had thought he’d left behind was right in front of him.
Managing to catch his breath, Youngsaeng eyed Jungmin and grabbed his shoulder, weakly pulling so as to get his attention. “What… huff… was that about? Why… are you… huff… here?”
"I'm here to get you out of here," JungMin grinned at him, hesitantly touching the marked cheek. "I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner. But, you're debt is cleared, you're a free man YoungSaeng."
Youngsaeng was ashamed to say that he leaned into the gentle touch almost immediately. All the times he’d been assaulted this way, he’d been lucky enough to get away, but the emotion fear had always been dealt with alone. A warm hand to comfort him was new, and so tempting despite the pride Youngsaeng held.
Catching himself, he leaned slightly away from the touch and glared at Jungmin. “Now who said I needed you to get me out?! Idiot! How the hell does trying to help me equal to doing something illegal?! You could have gotten arrested and thrown into jail!” He raised a hand and whacked Jungmin on the head. “Idiot!”
"Gah!" JungMin winced and cringed away from the hand that was hitting him. "But I didn't! You didn't seem to be doing so well on your own in the first place, or did you forget how we met? Call me an idiot when I just cleared your debts and saved you from that ass."
Youngsaeng sniffled affectedly, almost glowering at Jungmin. His eyes were suspiciously bright as he folded his hands and turned swiftly around his shoulders shaking. “I don’t care, you’re still an idiot.”
Wrapping his arms around him, JungMin nuzzled into YoungSaeng's neck. "An idiot who loves you, who risked his life just to find you."
Youngsaeng didn’t respond for a while, but when he did, he turned around in the hold, burying his head in Jungmin’s chest. Something that was suspiciously wet fell from his eyes, and he shook with sobs. “Idiot…. Idiot… Idiot!”
"Hey now, I know I'm an idiot, you don't need to rub it in," JungMin pulled him tighter, soothing hands going up and down his back.
Youngsaeng didn’t answer, only clutching onto Jungmin’s shirt like it was a life-line, shaking, crying - from relief and happiness, and for the joy that an idiot like Jungmin could love an even bigger like him.
"Don't cry Saeng," JungMin murmured in his ear, "don't cry." He eased back, taking YoungSaeng's tear stained face in his hand and leaning in to kiss those flushed pouty lips that were trembling.
Youngsaeng happily took those lips into his own, and he forgot his fears, forgot his insecurities. And he basked in the bliss that one can only feel when you found out the most important thing in your life was actually right in front of you.
“I love you too.”
That bright smile returned and JungMin smoothed YoungSaeng's hair and kissed his forehead. "So, uh, you wanna go back to my place? That guy's probably going to come out to give chase any second, we should get off the street."
Youngsaeng swallowed the last of his sniffles before looking up, his eyes still bright, but much happier. Nodding, he disentangled himself from Jungmin but kept his hand in the other’s, pulling forward. “Yes. Let’s go.”
Squeezing his hand, JungMin started to swing their arms back and forth. "You know, saving you from the clutches of some maniacal asshole was kind of exciting."
Youngsaeng shook his head, snorting. But just as he was about to reply, he saw something out of the corner of his eyes, and his steps became more frantic. “Well, if you like it so much, then I think you can do it again.”
And pulling Jungmin forward into a run, Youngsaeng dashed off just as a bunch of thugs came from around the corner, shouting abuse at him. “Hey! Pretty boy! Come back here! You haven’t paid me for denting my car!”
Trying to keep up, JungMin looked back over his shoulder, then back at YoungSaeng. "What did you do?"
“I dented his car by accident when I tripped over something, and the hostage I was carrying flew up and crashed into the car!” Youngsaeng shouted as he continued running. “Hurry up! They’ll catch us!”
"We're not going to make it far.. running," JungMin was already losing steam, "We need a cab." JungMin pulled on YoungSaeng and started running towards the street, flagging down the first taxi that stopped--to avoid hitting them. He threw open the door and shoved YoungSaeng in as the thugs caught up but narrowly missed as the taxi pulled off.
"Are there any more of these surprises I should know about?" He panted, slumped in the seat, staring wide eyed at YoungSaeng.
“Uh…” Youngsaeng thought seriously for a while. “Well, I’m not too sure who I offended who would be incensed enough to chase me, but there was this yakuza guy I turned down, and then this rich lady’s cat I accidentally killed dropping a status on, and this little boy whose very expensive toy car I stepped on… and…”
JungMin's eyes grew wider at each instance. "You know, I think your boss was just glad to be rid of you, you're a walking disaster." He stared at YoungSaeng with an unreadable expression before his eyes narrowed and one corner of his lip curled up into a smirk. He was on YoungSaeng and smothering him with kisses. "It kind of turns me on."
“What do you mean he was glad to get rid of me- Hey!” Youngsaeng let out a shriek when Jungmin was suddenly on him, and he flailed, squirming at the ticklish kisses. “Not in a taxi!”
Snickering, JungMin pulled back and dropped the bag of money in YoungSaeng's lap. "He told me I'd need it to pay for all the stuff you broke."
Youngsaeng yelped when something heavy landed on his lap, before he blinked, staring at the bag before slowly opening it up. “Holy… shit… He did?”
"I thought he was joking at first, but now.." JungMin shrugged and spread his hands wide.
Youngsaeng pouted at the statement, folding his arms and turning away. “Well… fine. I’m clumsy. But you’re stuck with me now…”
Youngsaeng turned around, a slightly unsure look in his eyes. “…Right?”
"Right," JungMin leaned toward him, his hand coming up to wind into his hair and pull him forward, pressing their lips together. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
The taxi stopped at JungMin looked up to see they were at his building. "We're home."
Youngsaeng looked up as well, turning to see the ordinary looking building they had stopped in front of. “Home?”
"Er.. well.. my home at least," JungMin looked a little sheepish and climbed out of the taxi, running around to open the door for YoungSaeng. "It's not much, like I said, but you're welcome here any time."
Youngsaeng walked in almost cautiously, taking in the simple décor, the mess of clothes and other articles over everything, the plain walls and the smell of human, and a bright smile grew on his face. “It’s perfect.”
"Well.. I wouldn't go that far," JungMin looked around, slightly embarrassed that he hadn't thought to clean up first. Sliding up behind YoungSaeng, he wrapped his arms around his waist and twisted around to kiss his cheek. "But now that you're here it is."
Youngsaeng smiled, leaning against the hold. He could see their life played out in this place. They would be happy here - cook together, clean together, sleep together. Jungmin would tease him and Youngsaeng would pout. They would bicker constantly, quarrel occasionally, and sometimes they would have arguments, but they would always work it all out in the end.
They would work together - and then they’d come back to a warm home and to each other’s embrace. They would find faults with each other, find each other perfect, and then find that they were perfect together. And together, they would live, until the end of whenever it should end. And until then, Youngsaeng would be happy with it all.
Turning YoungSaeng around in his arms, he smiled down at him and brushed at the bangs in his eyes before leaning down for another loving, passionate kiss. "You want to see the bedroom? I'm sorry if it's not as grand as the motel, there's no rose petals, and, even worse..." JungMin bit his lip and pouted, "... there's no box of sex toys either."
Youngsaeng laughed, shaking his head before tweaking Jungmin’s nose. “As if that will stop you from having sex with me.”
Wrinkling his nose and nipping at the fingers JungMin joined in on the laugh. "No, but that strawberry lube was nice."
TWACK!
"Ow! What'd I say?!?"
“You’re a horny bastard.” Youngsaeng deadpanned, before leaning in with a cheeky kiss. “But I love you anyway.”
"You are too, and I love you for it." JungMin pulled him close and deepened the kiss.
TWACK!
"Ow! What?!?"
.... and then it devolved into cute sexy times.
THE END