Charade 3/?
Title: Charade 3/?
Author: 0_Myriad
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: AU,
Rating: PG15, for language
Disclaimer: Just Jonghyun is mine.. oh.. maybe not. Aish~! Only the miserable plot containing SHINee who will never be mine. Oh and Club Bomb is a real host club in japan. Thats not mine too. ;)
Summary: A heart broken Key goes to a host club that is more dangerous than he think it is, what with angelic looking demons/devils disguised as mortals, playing a sexy game to lure their victims in.
******
Back at the club, Key could not find Jonghyun anywhere, he looked in the restrooms, the private rooms, the manager's office, but he wasn't anywhere. Key did not have any customers yet, so he sat on the high stool at the bar and ordered a drink, his eyes still scanning the crowd for a blond hair man. 'One Tequila on the rock', the shot glass was placed on the marble counter with a soft thud. Key turned to the voice, and he smiled.
'Hey, Onew right?' Key asked, his attention diverted.
'Yes! You remembered! Drink's on the house then. ' Onew gave him an excited replied, his bubbly personality seeping through.
'Haha, of course u remember. Anyway, have you seen Jonghyun? I can't seem to find him anywhere.' He brought the shot glass to his lips and down it in one go, his eyes still locked onto Onew.
'Oh! Speak of the -' the older's eyes lit up, 'Devil' Key felt the hot breath on his neck, Jonghyun's voice just the right volume as he spoke the word, his lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice deep and husky.
Key held his breath when the word was spoken, chills ran down his spine and he gave an involuntary shiver. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of Jonghyun. Said person took the seat beside Key as he opened his eyes. He watched as the other raised his hand and held up a finger. Onew nod and went to mix up a drink.
Jonghyun was facing Key when he asked, his smile reaching his eyes, ' Looking for me yeobo?' Key frowned and crinkled his nose.
'Number one, I am NOT, your yeobo and two, why do you... smell like.. sex?' not that Kibum have experience in sex, but he had friends in the past smelling like the smell of cum and sweat mixed together.
The straightforwardness of Kibum's question caught Jonghyun by surprise, he had never encountered one human being that was equal to Kibum. He had understand the people to be boring, sex or money driven, conservative, but never straight-forward, beautiful and enchanting, and hell, that intrigued the devil in disguise.
A soft smile played on his lips, he wanted to tackle the question slowly. ' hmm, I didn't know sex had a smell.' he tilted his head, his eyes was round and it reminded the other of a puppy. He watched as Kibum's eyes grew wider, and on his cheeks, pink flushed under his skin as he drop his eyes.
A man in black suit approached both of them and nodded to Jonghyun in recognition, but the message he brought was for the younger, ' Lady named MinJoo hired you for the night, this is your first customer, work well.' he turn his body and held his arms out, directing Key to where the private rooms are. Key turn to Jonghyun and gave him a little smile behind turning away.
When they walked away, Jonghyun turned to Onew, 'Hyung, tell the manager to cancel my work for tonight. Thanks.'
******
Rid of his blush, he straightened his back, diva mode kicking in place. His reach up to touch his sideburn, flattening it into place with one finger and walk towards door 07. There were three types of private rooms in the two story club. There was a few small rooms enough for three people, a few spacious large room for moderately large amount of people, but, there was only one presidential private room that includes a personal bar made of glass so you can see thru, and a waiter to serve you, but there was no need for it often, why would you if you had a handsome host serving you?
Key was being led to the presidential private room. When he walked in, his breath caught in his throat, not because he already saw his customer, but the interior, if the club was already posh, he did not know what this is.
Then, he saw her, strawberry blond hair with a martini glass in her hand. Not very pretty, Kibum thought. This is work though, he had to charm her.
He wasted now time and walked over to her. He slide into the beside her, their thighs touching. 'Hello beautiful, what would you like me to call you?', tilting her chin up so she could look into his eyes.
She snapped her head back and sip her martini, 'Look.. Key.. I am a seasoned customer, I want to know what you can offer me.'
He felt discouraged as he looked at the face of the snobbish person. Maybe she was a bitch or was in a bad mood. 'Ok, I can rap and dance, which would you want me to perform?'
******
Shield from anybody's eyes, Jonghyun's chin was one the back of his hands, he was lying down on his stomach in the vent, watching Key. He did not know why, but the appeal of wanting to protect the boy and to make him his is very strong. He watched the regular snap her chin out of his fingers, saw Kibum's expression fell just a little and heard their conversation.
' Dance. ' she said.
Kibum stood up and walked over to karaoke machine and put on a medley of girl group songs. The music started and he started to dance a set of girl group dances. Jonghyun saw his curves, his flexibility and what's more, he felt himself falling for the feminine boy.
He shook his head, to clear his mind. If his other three companions knew of what he felt for the boy, they will surely kill him. Affection for other beings was not tolerated amongst their kind, although they were very fickle with sex.
He watched the woman put down her glass and stood up, sauntering over to Key. She raised her arm, and brought her hand down to his face, a loud slap resonate in the suite. Kibum's pupils grew bigger, his eyes spreading wide in disbelief. ' I asked for a man host to entertain me, not a gay. ' her shrill voice rang over the music playing in the background. The shocked Key stood motionless with a hand over his throbbing left cheek.
Rage build up in his chest, with inhuman movements, he materialized out of thin air, smoke and sparks of fire bellowing behind him as he move forward and lift the woman up by the neck with one hand. He turned his head to the side when he heard Key’s surprised cry, the second shock made him week in the knees, he took one step back and fell backwards backwards onto the ground.
The girl made stangled noises, her lungs burned, her weak legs flail uselessly in the air. The devil’s expression was terrifying, unrestrained anger displayed on his face. He swung his arm backwards and threw the helpless being across the room, causing her to crash into wall with a loud thud before falling down onto the comfy couch. He sauntered over, observing the emotions of confusion and fear on his victim’s face, her lips quivering uncontrollably; she instinctively backed away from the approaching predator, stumbling across the room into the bar. She reached out and hurled every wine glass she touched at Jonghyun, but when they neared him, each and every one of them burst into flames and turned into sparks until there was nothing. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out, tears streamed down her face, her whole body was aching and she felt helpless against this.. this thing.. this monster.
Fear overtook her, she dropped to her knees as her strength gave out. Jonghyun walked to where the low life is. Every action was watched by fearful eyes of the boy on the floor, he was shaking in fear of whats to come, his mind denying every minute detail that has happened. He could not comprehend the materializing out of thin air thing, he was in disbelief when the glasses caught fire, and worst of all, he thought he was out of his mind, he sincerely hoped that this scene was not under the influence of alcohol.
Since the bar was made out of all glass, he can see the situation clearly. He watched Jonghyun nudge the shivering body with his expensive leather boots, he reached down and pulled her up by the hair. He felt relieved that Jonghyun came to save him from the embarrassing situation, but he felt sorry for the lady at how she is getting tortured. Key did not recognize this side of the blond, and this was enough to make his emotions run wild.
‘Filthy whore, how dare you raise your dirty hand at Key.’ He spoke with a double voice, an echo over the words.
Her breathing was heavy as she stood literally on her toes just so her pain could be reduced. A fistful of her hair was held above her head, pulling her upwards. ‘I-m, s-sor-ry, p-ple-ase let m-e go!I’-ll gi-ve you m-money, an-ything! Please let m-e go!’ she felt out of breath, she felt death was knocking on her door. What she did not know was she was already facing Death himself.
‘Know your place woman, you, are exiled from Earth, serve your days in hell’ authority rang in every word, the context was clear but it confused the hell out of Kibum. The woman look just as confused, her hands still trying to pry away the hands that were hurting her uselessly.
When Jonghyun brought the lady’s mouth closer to his, anger boiled in him, jealousy instantly took over his vision. He was about to open his mouth to give him a lashing when white mist flowed from her mouth and into Jonghyun’s awaiting mouth. He noticed the older tilted his head back little by little as if enjoying the sensation while the other’s eyes were only showing the ghostly white. His mind screamed MURDER! He backed away a little more, the jealously instantly disappeared. He wanted to stand up and run, but gravity held him steadfast onto the carpet.
Jonghyun threw the empty body onto the ground, her soul gave him just a fraction more power, he held his hand out to engulfed the body so that it would be transported to Hell. Her bones would be useful to build a throne. His anger was now ceased, the only problem now would be Kibum, explaining this to him would be difficult, and he did not want to kill the boy, he wanted to make him his and his alone, and anything that get in his way and hurt Kibum, He. Will. Kill.
He approached the boy cautiously, he looked shakened, but it was only natural if your saw a murder take place. He squatted down beside the boy, he watched Jonghyun with fearful eyes, not daring to breath, trying to hold the tears that were threatening to spill. He smiled softly, not wanting to scare him any further, ‘Yeobo, I’m sorry, did I scare you?’ his voice was so soothing, if anyone heard this was not in the know, they would have relaxed instantly.
When he got no reply, just a whimper that escaped from the full lips , he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind the younger’s ear. He stopped for a moment when Key flinched and drop his eyes, tears spilling down his cheeks, but Jonghyun continued and started stroking his head soothingly. ‘Key, I will not hurt you, ever. Trust me Key. Don’t be like this.’
Jonghyun did not know this, but there was a little pain evident in his voice. It seemed to reach out to him, he look up from under his bangs, tears streaming down his cheeks, he felt the need to be protected. Jonghyun took him into his arms, embracing him tenderly while stroking the younger's head. Emotions that he held at bay came pouring out, he had always put up a strong front so people will not tap onto painful memories, the intense fear he had just experienced broke thru his shield. Memories of the breakup still hurt him, and the very memories of his workoholic father, always coming home drunk and hitting his mother and him. They had finally moved out of the sickening house, but the nightmares still continued. He felt sorry for himself, that he was alone, that no one would be there for him, but right now, his broken heart was being held together by strong promising arms. His tears kept pouring out while Jonghyun whispered sweet nothings to his ears, he never once got impatient. He shut his eyes until he sobbed himself and his deranged mind to sleep.
*****
Jonghyun carried the sleeping form onto the couch, placing him down gently. He looked around and sighed, lucky nothing was broken, if not there would be a lot of explaining to do, he could kill everyone though, but he’d rather not go through the trouble. The woman’s red bag was still on the couch, he sat himself down gently next to it. He opened the bag and took out a brown envelop, inside contained stacks of 10,000 won. He took all of them out and placed it all on the sleek black coffee table and wrote on the envelope in a reasonably girly handwriting.
Please get me 8 Gordon Blu under Key's tab. Here is the payment, please give rest of Key as tips. I’d like him for my next visit. He ended with a flourish of her name. He couldn't let the boss reprimand Key that he isn't earning money.
He left the bag burning in mid air so that the fire would not spread as he closed the grand doors quietly behind him, not wanting to disrupt the boy from his peaceful slumber. He guessed the boy did not sleep well every night. He had watched him trash himself in his sleep, mouth quivering silent words and soft groans. Maybe it was a nightmare, maybe a memory. Jonghyun was not happy that it was making Kibum sad.
He passed one of the waiters in the corridor and stopped him, 'Room 7 is ready for payment.' he told him.
As he stepped out of the Private rooms area, there was a group of ladies waiting for his company, screaming his name. They way they were looking at him like they wanted to devour him just turns him off, the devil wasn't in the mood for nonsensical flirts. He walked straight to the manager's room.
'Yah. Didn't Onew tell you to cancel work for tonight?' Jonghyun said the moment he opened the door. Recognising the person infront of him, his features relaxed and he closed the behind him.
Behind the table sat Minho, his chin resting on his clasp hand. He looked annoyed at something. ‘What the hell did you do to Taemin?’ , Minho said as he sat down on the chair across him. The blond looked up at him, amusement written on his face.
‘Hmm, what did my little maknae told you?’ The older answered lazily, picking lint off his faux fur jacket. This seemed to anger the younger.
‘Don’t play games hyung..’ his voice calm, restraining his growing anger.
' I just, gave him what he wanted. Didn't he tell you that? The way he moaned and scream.' he wanted to taunt him, to see how far Minho would go for the maknae. He knew how the little devil had the ability to manipulate others to believe him or do his will with his aegyo, all but Jonghyun.
In the underworld, there is no ruler. The only few who were closest to ruling it did not want the role. They wanted more fun, more power. They seek the human population and enjoyed games the silly mortal played. Jonghyun, Minho, Onew, they all have the most power in the underworld. Taemin was just a gem they acquire, his weakness appealed to them, and his looks of purity made them want to shield him from other lustful demons. It is no surprise that Taemin had used his ability to win Minho over once again. Jonghyun knew how Taemin lusted over him, he had the looks, the ability to command, and most of all, he was the strongest amongst their kind. So, he got Minho to have revenge on him.
It isn't that that he did not like Taemin, but when he got too clingy or jealous like the time he got a little too close to a customer and Taemin killed her. Aish, he just felt burdened.
Minho's anger peaked, he stood up automatically, slamming his hands down, threatening to break the table into pieces. 'You do not and will not treat Taemin like some piece of trash.' his devil voice echoing his every word.
Still calm, he looked up at the long hair boy, ' Minho ah, calm down. Taemin needed a little punishment to keep him in check, that's all. Or.. Are you just jealous that I did not give it to you?' he laughed. The other was taken aback.
He pursed his lips and thought for a moment. Feeling uncomfortable, Minho shifted his weight onto the other leg and straightened his back. ' Well no.. Just.. Just. I'm sorry hyung, argh, I hate how he gets to me. I just feel the need to protect him.' he sat back down, threw his head back and let out a frustrated sigh, his palm smacked his forehead.
'Its ok, we're good friends, I won't take it to heart. Where is Taemin anyway?' he closed his eyes trying to relax.
'He said something about going to find Key.' he answered absent-mindedly, his eyes locked onto the cctv, watching Onew flirt with a curvacious lady at the bar.
Jonghyun shot up so quickly it broke Minho's concentration. 'Tsk, you trying to scare me?' he directed the question to Jonghyun's blank face.
'Fuck, that little bitch is gonna kill Key!'
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Sorry for the sudden cut off. haha. Oh and anw, the story is set that Jonghyun, Key and Minho is in their Ringdingdong days, Taemin in Juliet days and Onew in Lucifer days. Probably next chapter will not be out so fast.
So many school work to complete. Someone help me!!
Comments are love~!
Author: 0_Myriad
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: AU,
Rating: PG15, for language
Disclaimer: Just Jonghyun is mine.. oh.. maybe not. Aish~! Only the miserable plot containing SHINee who will never be mine. Oh and Club Bomb is a real host club in japan. Thats not mine too. ;)
Summary: A heart broken Key goes to a host club that is more dangerous than he think it is, what with angelic looking demons/devils disguised as mortals, playing a sexy game to lure their victims in.
******
Back at the club, Key could not find Jonghyun anywhere, he looked in the restrooms, the private rooms, the manager's office, but he wasn't anywhere. Key did not have any customers yet, so he sat on the high stool at the bar and ordered a drink, his eyes still scanning the crowd for a blond hair man. 'One Tequila on the rock', the shot glass was placed on the marble counter with a soft thud. Key turned to the voice, and he smiled.
'Hey, Onew right?' Key asked, his attention diverted.
'Yes! You remembered! Drink's on the house then. ' Onew gave him an excited replied, his bubbly personality seeping through.
'Haha, of course u remember. Anyway, have you seen Jonghyun? I can't seem to find him anywhere.' He brought the shot glass to his lips and down it in one go, his eyes still locked onto Onew.
'Oh! Speak of the -' the older's eyes lit up, 'Devil' Key felt the hot breath on his neck, Jonghyun's voice just the right volume as he spoke the word, his lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice deep and husky.
Key held his breath when the word was spoken, chills ran down his spine and he gave an involuntary shiver. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of Jonghyun. Said person took the seat beside Key as he opened his eyes. He watched as the other raised his hand and held up a finger. Onew nod and went to mix up a drink.
Jonghyun was facing Key when he asked, his smile reaching his eyes, ' Looking for me yeobo?' Key frowned and crinkled his nose.
'Number one, I am NOT, your yeobo and two, why do you... smell like.. sex?' not that Kibum have experience in sex, but he had friends in the past smelling like the smell of cum and sweat mixed together.
The straightforwardness of Kibum's question caught Jonghyun by surprise, he had never encountered one human being that was equal to Kibum. He had understand the people to be boring, sex or money driven, conservative, but never straight-forward, beautiful and enchanting, and hell, that intrigued the devil in disguise.
A soft smile played on his lips, he wanted to tackle the question slowly. ' hmm, I didn't know sex had a smell.' he tilted his head, his eyes was round and it reminded the other of a puppy. He watched as Kibum's eyes grew wider, and on his cheeks, pink flushed under his skin as he drop his eyes.
A man in black suit approached both of them and nodded to Jonghyun in recognition, but the message he brought was for the younger, ' Lady named MinJoo hired you for the night, this is your first customer, work well.' he turn his body and held his arms out, directing Key to where the private rooms are. Key turn to Jonghyun and gave him a little smile behind turning away.
When they walked away, Jonghyun turned to Onew, 'Hyung, tell the manager to cancel my work for tonight. Thanks.'
******
Rid of his blush, he straightened his back, diva mode kicking in place. His reach up to touch his sideburn, flattening it into place with one finger and walk towards door 07. There were three types of private rooms in the two story club. There was a few small rooms enough for three people, a few spacious large room for moderately large amount of people, but, there was only one presidential private room that includes a personal bar made of glass so you can see thru, and a waiter to serve you, but there was no need for it often, why would you if you had a handsome host serving you?
Key was being led to the presidential private room. When he walked in, his breath caught in his throat, not because he already saw his customer, but the interior, if the club was already posh, he did not know what this is.
Then, he saw her, strawberry blond hair with a martini glass in her hand. Not very pretty, Kibum thought. This is work though, he had to charm her.
He wasted now time and walked over to her. He slide into the beside her, their thighs touching. 'Hello beautiful, what would you like me to call you?', tilting her chin up so she could look into his eyes.
She snapped her head back and sip her martini, 'Look.. Key.. I am a seasoned customer, I want to know what you can offer me.'
He felt discouraged as he looked at the face of the snobbish person. Maybe she was a bitch or was in a bad mood. 'Ok, I can rap and dance, which would you want me to perform?'
******
Shield from anybody's eyes, Jonghyun's chin was one the back of his hands, he was lying down on his stomach in the vent, watching Key. He did not know why, but the appeal of wanting to protect the boy and to make him his is very strong. He watched the regular snap her chin out of his fingers, saw Kibum's expression fell just a little and heard their conversation.
' Dance. ' she said.
Kibum stood up and walked over to karaoke machine and put on a medley of girl group songs. The music started and he started to dance a set of girl group dances. Jonghyun saw his curves, his flexibility and what's more, he felt himself falling for the feminine boy.
He shook his head, to clear his mind. If his other three companions knew of what he felt for the boy, they will surely kill him. Affection for other beings was not tolerated amongst their kind, although they were very fickle with sex.
He watched the woman put down her glass and stood up, sauntering over to Key. She raised her arm, and brought her hand down to his face, a loud slap resonate in the suite. Kibum's pupils grew bigger, his eyes spreading wide in disbelief. ' I asked for a man host to entertain me, not a gay. ' her shrill voice rang over the music playing in the background. The shocked Key stood motionless with a hand over his throbbing left cheek.
Rage build up in his chest, with inhuman movements, he materialized out of thin air, smoke and sparks of fire bellowing behind him as he move forward and lift the woman up by the neck with one hand. He turned his head to the side when he heard Key’s surprised cry, the second shock made him week in the knees, he took one step back and fell backwards backwards onto the ground.
The girl made stangled noises, her lungs burned, her weak legs flail uselessly in the air. The devil’s expression was terrifying, unrestrained anger displayed on his face. He swung his arm backwards and threw the helpless being across the room, causing her to crash into wall with a loud thud before falling down onto the comfy couch. He sauntered over, observing the emotions of confusion and fear on his victim’s face, her lips quivering uncontrollably; she instinctively backed away from the approaching predator, stumbling across the room into the bar. She reached out and hurled every wine glass she touched at Jonghyun, but when they neared him, each and every one of them burst into flames and turned into sparks until there was nothing. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out, tears streamed down her face, her whole body was aching and she felt helpless against this.. this thing.. this monster.
Fear overtook her, she dropped to her knees as her strength gave out. Jonghyun walked to where the low life is. Every action was watched by fearful eyes of the boy on the floor, he was shaking in fear of whats to come, his mind denying every minute detail that has happened. He could not comprehend the materializing out of thin air thing, he was in disbelief when the glasses caught fire, and worst of all, he thought he was out of his mind, he sincerely hoped that this scene was not under the influence of alcohol.
Since the bar was made out of all glass, he can see the situation clearly. He watched Jonghyun nudge the shivering body with his expensive leather boots, he reached down and pulled her up by the hair. He felt relieved that Jonghyun came to save him from the embarrassing situation, but he felt sorry for the lady at how she is getting tortured. Key did not recognize this side of the blond, and this was enough to make his emotions run wild.
‘Filthy whore, how dare you raise your dirty hand at Key.’ He spoke with a double voice, an echo over the words.
Her breathing was heavy as she stood literally on her toes just so her pain could be reduced. A fistful of her hair was held above her head, pulling her upwards. ‘I-m, s-sor-ry, p-ple-ase let m-e go!I’-ll gi-ve you m-money, an-ything! Please let m-e go!’ she felt out of breath, she felt death was knocking on her door. What she did not know was she was already facing Death himself.
‘Know your place woman, you, are exiled from Earth, serve your days in hell’ authority rang in every word, the context was clear but it confused the hell out of Kibum. The woman look just as confused, her hands still trying to pry away the hands that were hurting her uselessly.
When Jonghyun brought the lady’s mouth closer to his, anger boiled in him, jealousy instantly took over his vision. He was about to open his mouth to give him a lashing when white mist flowed from her mouth and into Jonghyun’s awaiting mouth. He noticed the older tilted his head back little by little as if enjoying the sensation while the other’s eyes were only showing the ghostly white. His mind screamed MURDER! He backed away a little more, the jealously instantly disappeared. He wanted to stand up and run, but gravity held him steadfast onto the carpet.
Jonghyun threw the empty body onto the ground, her soul gave him just a fraction more power, he held his hand out to engulfed the body so that it would be transported to Hell. Her bones would be useful to build a throne. His anger was now ceased, the only problem now would be Kibum, explaining this to him would be difficult, and he did not want to kill the boy, he wanted to make him his and his alone, and anything that get in his way and hurt Kibum, He. Will. Kill.
He approached the boy cautiously, he looked shakened, but it was only natural if your saw a murder take place. He squatted down beside the boy, he watched Jonghyun with fearful eyes, not daring to breath, trying to hold the tears that were threatening to spill. He smiled softly, not wanting to scare him any further, ‘Yeobo, I’m sorry, did I scare you?’ his voice was so soothing, if anyone heard this was not in the know, they would have relaxed instantly.
When he got no reply, just a whimper that escaped from the full lips , he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind the younger’s ear. He stopped for a moment when Key flinched and drop his eyes, tears spilling down his cheeks, but Jonghyun continued and started stroking his head soothingly. ‘Key, I will not hurt you, ever. Trust me Key. Don’t be like this.’
Jonghyun did not know this, but there was a little pain evident in his voice. It seemed to reach out to him, he look up from under his bangs, tears streaming down his cheeks, he felt the need to be protected. Jonghyun took him into his arms, embracing him tenderly while stroking the younger's head. Emotions that he held at bay came pouring out, he had always put up a strong front so people will not tap onto painful memories, the intense fear he had just experienced broke thru his shield. Memories of the breakup still hurt him, and the very memories of his workoholic father, always coming home drunk and hitting his mother and him. They had finally moved out of the sickening house, but the nightmares still continued. He felt sorry for himself, that he was alone, that no one would be there for him, but right now, his broken heart was being held together by strong promising arms. His tears kept pouring out while Jonghyun whispered sweet nothings to his ears, he never once got impatient. He shut his eyes until he sobbed himself and his deranged mind to sleep.
*****
Jonghyun carried the sleeping form onto the couch, placing him down gently. He looked around and sighed, lucky nothing was broken, if not there would be a lot of explaining to do, he could kill everyone though, but he’d rather not go through the trouble. The woman’s red bag was still on the couch, he sat himself down gently next to it. He opened the bag and took out a brown envelop, inside contained stacks of 10,000 won. He took all of them out and placed it all on the sleek black coffee table and wrote on the envelope in a reasonably girly handwriting.
Please get me 8 Gordon Blu under Key's tab. Here is the payment, please give rest of Key as tips. I’d like him for my next visit. He ended with a flourish of her name. He couldn't let the boss reprimand Key that he isn't earning money.
He left the bag burning in mid air so that the fire would not spread as he closed the grand doors quietly behind him, not wanting to disrupt the boy from his peaceful slumber. He guessed the boy did not sleep well every night. He had watched him trash himself in his sleep, mouth quivering silent words and soft groans. Maybe it was a nightmare, maybe a memory. Jonghyun was not happy that it was making Kibum sad.
He passed one of the waiters in the corridor and stopped him, 'Room 7 is ready for payment.' he told him.
As he stepped out of the Private rooms area, there was a group of ladies waiting for his company, screaming his name. They way they were looking at him like they wanted to devour him just turns him off, the devil wasn't in the mood for nonsensical flirts. He walked straight to the manager's room.
'Yah. Didn't Onew tell you to cancel work for tonight?' Jonghyun said the moment he opened the door. Recognising the person infront of him, his features relaxed and he closed the behind him.
Behind the table sat Minho, his chin resting on his clasp hand. He looked annoyed at something. ‘What the hell did you do to Taemin?’ , Minho said as he sat down on the chair across him. The blond looked up at him, amusement written on his face.
‘Hmm, what did my little maknae told you?’ The older answered lazily, picking lint off his faux fur jacket. This seemed to anger the younger.
‘Don’t play games hyung..’ his voice calm, restraining his growing anger.
' I just, gave him what he wanted. Didn't he tell you that? The way he moaned and scream.' he wanted to taunt him, to see how far Minho would go for the maknae. He knew how the little devil had the ability to manipulate others to believe him or do his will with his aegyo, all but Jonghyun.
In the underworld, there is no ruler. The only few who were closest to ruling it did not want the role. They wanted more fun, more power. They seek the human population and enjoyed games the silly mortal played. Jonghyun, Minho, Onew, they all have the most power in the underworld. Taemin was just a gem they acquire, his weakness appealed to them, and his looks of purity made them want to shield him from other lustful demons. It is no surprise that Taemin had used his ability to win Minho over once again. Jonghyun knew how Taemin lusted over him, he had the looks, the ability to command, and most of all, he was the strongest amongst their kind. So, he got Minho to have revenge on him.
It isn't that that he did not like Taemin, but when he got too clingy or jealous like the time he got a little too close to a customer and Taemin killed her. Aish, he just felt burdened.
Minho's anger peaked, he stood up automatically, slamming his hands down, threatening to break the table into pieces. 'You do not and will not treat Taemin like some piece of trash.' his devil voice echoing his every word.
Still calm, he looked up at the long hair boy, ' Minho ah, calm down. Taemin needed a little punishment to keep him in check, that's all. Or.. Are you just jealous that I did not give it to you?' he laughed. The other was taken aback.
He pursed his lips and thought for a moment. Feeling uncomfortable, Minho shifted his weight onto the other leg and straightened his back. ' Well no.. Just.. Just. I'm sorry hyung, argh, I hate how he gets to me. I just feel the need to protect him.' he sat back down, threw his head back and let out a frustrated sigh, his palm smacked his forehead.
'Its ok, we're good friends, I won't take it to heart. Where is Taemin anyway?' he closed his eyes trying to relax.
'He said something about going to find Key.' he answered absent-mindedly, his eyes locked onto the cctv, watching Onew flirt with a curvacious lady at the bar.
Jonghyun shot up so quickly it broke Minho's concentration. 'Tsk, you trying to scare me?' he directed the question to Jonghyun's blank face.
'Fuck, that little bitch is gonna kill Key!'
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Sorry for the sudden cut off. haha. Oh and anw, the story is set that Jonghyun, Key and Minho is in their Ringdingdong days, Taemin in Juliet days and Onew in Lucifer days. Probably next chapter will not be out so fast.
So many school work to complete. Someone help me!!
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