Love Robbery (for everyone)
Title: Love Robbery
Recipient: everyone
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,021
Warning(s): Brief mention of drugs & prostitution
Summary: Based on this song. Jaebum knows he shouldn't fall for Jinyoung but before he can stop himself, he's too late.
A/N: Ahh, all your prompts were so nice I hope I did this once justice even though it's on the short side ;; But still, I hope you like it! ♥
Jaebum immediately scowls the moment he steps into the dimly lit club, the air cloying with the heavy scent of alcohol and sweat drenched bodies. He already wants to run out, the loud music pounding uncomfortably into his ears but he knows he can’t, knows not to go against the captain’s orders once he’s been assigned to a duty so he squares his shoulders and slips into an empty booth, eyes wandering.
It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to the scene-in fact, it hit a little too close to home. A dark past that Jaebum would rather not revisit. He was once one of them too, but that didn’t make watching the swaying bodies dressed in scantily clad outfits any easier. It disgusted him almost, to see innocent lives be bought by greasy old men who had too much time and money in their hands but Jaebum couldn’t blame them entirely-it was easy money, and when you’re young and foolish and in desperate need of cash, selling your body seemed to be the easiest way out-still, Jaebum would never go down that path. Never again.
“I’ve never seen you around before.”
Jaebum tears his gaze away from the stage. Under normal circumstances, he would ignore whoever it was that was trying to talk to him, never one to trust strangers but it was the alluring voice that enticed him (coupled with the fact that he needed to get his job done) and caused him to look up.
Surely, the captivating voice belonged to an even more captivating person.
“Are you new?” the prostitute grins, casually sliding in next to Jaebum and invading his personal space as if they were life-long friends.
Jaebum swallows. From this distance, the man is even more beautiful. His eyes are dark and aligned with kohl, glinting mischievously as he stares at Jaebum. His body, only covered by a pair of leather shorts and a translucent shirt, serves as a distraction but Jaebum quickly clears his head and tips back the gin he’d ordered earlier, pulling on a façade as he smirks at his now, companion.
“Why? Do I look out of place?”
“Au contraire,” the man replies, shaking his head, smile turning seductive as he crosses all barriers and climbs onto Jaebum’s lap. “I’m Jinyoung, may I offer you a dance?”
Heat pools at the pit of Jaebum’s stomach. It had been a while since he’s had any sexual encounters, what with work taking over his life and having a lap full of a beautiful man was a dream come true, however, Jaebum knew it was wrong. He wasn’t about to treat the man the same way he was treated years ago so he pushes his desires aside, gently pushing Jinyoung off of him but digs into his wallet and hands him a few notes.
“How about you offer me something else instead?”
“Any leads on the case yet, Jaebum?”
Jaebum slumps over his desk, head in hands. It had been two weeks since he’d step foot in the club, two weeks since he’d somewhat befriended Jinyoung, but he still had no direction whatsoever on the drug dealer that was supposedly milling through the area. “None.”
Jackson pats his back sympathetically. “Don’t worry, you’ll get him soon.”
Quite honestly, Jaebum was wondering if he ever will. Every time his captain, or anyone really, asked his progress on the case, he’d tell them that he had nothing on it-which was completely true-but what he didn’t tell them was that he wasn’t actually working on it. Sure, he had told his boss and colleagues that he’d met Jinyoung, gotten close to him for work purposes but Jaebum was beginning to disbelieve himself. Truth to be told, he was starting to enjoying Jinyoung’s company more than he’d like to admit-the man had a way with words that had genuinely caught Jaebum’s interest and to add to that, he had a charming smile that put the sun’s rays to shame. The conversations they had were private and personal and Jaebum had opened himself up to Jinyoung more than he had had to anybody else. It was surprising to say the least-Jaebum wasn’t the type to confide in his family or friends about his feelings but something was different about Jinyoung, something about him made him feel at ease, as if he could tell Jinyoung just about anything.
It was unprofessional of him and so out of character. He knew that he was stepping on a treacherous territory, knew that it could cost him everything.
Jaebum knew that Jinyoung was dangerous.
But like a moth to flame, he was attracted.
“Jinyoung,” Jaebum slurs, laughing slightly as he stumbles on his feet, dead drunk. He had gone to the club again that night, gone to find Jinyoung because he’d had a rough day and all he wanted to do was rant about how much he hated his life, not noticing how much he and Jinyoung were drinking until he felt himself become a little more than tipsy. Now, Jinyoung was taking him through some (what he thought was shabby through his hazy mind) area, trying to unlock a tattered door. “Jinyoung, where are you taking me?”
“My home,” Jinyoung replies, equally as intoxicated as Jaebum and pushes through his door, giggling when they both fall onto the floor like it was the funniest thing in the world. “Home sweet home.”
Jaebum lifts his head up and takes a moment to look at his surroundings-Jinyoung’s home was minimalistic, small, the living room bare save for a tacky couch and an old television. If he wasn’t so drunk, Jaebum would be scrutinising each and every corner, wondering why Jinyoung was living such a poor life when he was probably making enough money to rent a decent apartment in town but he was, and right now, he could care less especially with the way Jinyoung was gyrating his hips, completely distracting him.
“How come you never have sex with me?” Jinyoung asks, mouth moving sensually against the column of his neck, leaving little teasing bites on his skin. “All you want to do is talk, talk, talk. Am I not attractive enough?”
Jaebum groans. He wants to tell Jinyoung that no, Jinyoung was gorgeous. He wants to tell him how he’s thought of him every single night since they’ve first met, wants to tell him how much he dreams of Jinyoung, of his body, of his lips, of his skin and judging from the laugh he receives, he’d probably said that all out loud without even realising. So Jaebum leans in and shuts him up with a kiss, presses into Jinyoung till there’s no space left between them, discards their clothes and gives in to the burning lust he’d been harbouring since day one.
Jaebum knows that this isn’t going to end well.
But for now, he can only wish that it will.
“This isn’t like you, Jaebum,” Jackson berates, face full of disappointment as Jaebum leaves the captain’s office with no clues on the case again. “You’re normally diligent with your work and you can finish things in a week’s time-a month tops but six months with no leads at all? I’m starting to get suspicious.”
“Save it, Jackson,” Jaebum grunts. “I’ve gotten enough nagging from the captain.”
“Because you deserve it! We’ve trusted you with this case but you’re not progressing at all!” Jackson fumes. “You know what I think? I think it was a mistake letting you have it. Did it bring back good memories, Jaebum, huh? Does it make you want to go back and live that filthy life of y-”
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” Jaebum seethes, grappling at the collar of Jackson’s shirt. “You don’t know anything.”
“Just like how I don’t know that you’re in love with Jinyoung?”
Jaebum eyes widen, his grip on Jackson loosening. “What?”
Jackson yanks Jaebum’s hand away and glares at him. “I’ve been monitoring you,” he admits. “You’re quite infatuated with him, aren’t you, Jaebum? A cop and a prostitute, what a disaster it will be if word gets out.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No, but I will have to resort to extreme measures if you don’t end things with him. Let me handle the case, you’re too emotionally attached to do any good,” Jackson says, and then sighs. “As a colleague, I won’t lie and say that I’m not disappointed in you because I am. I respected you. But as a friend, I know that you’re human and you make mistakes too but this isn’t healthy and I’m worried that if you get in too deep, you’re going to waste the past ten years of your life you spent rebuilding.”
Jackson leaves and Jaebum watches his back, his words playing around in his head like a broken record. He knows that Jackson means well and that he’s just looking out for him but he feels like he’s too late.
He’s already in too deep.
He’s already too in love with Jinyoung.
“I can give you a better life,” Jaebum offers.
Jinyoung snorts. “What makes you think I want to be living with you? I like my life here.”
Jaebum never mentions it again.
Jackson ends up catching the drug dealer, his clients turning out to be the prostitutes and consumers of the club itself. They’re all taken into custody for further questioning except for Jinyoung. Jinyoung escapes.
“I knew you were a cop,” Jinyoung says when Jaebum catches him three days after his disappearance, puffs of white exhaled from his lungs as he casually smokes.
“When?”
“The first time we had sex. I found your badge the next morning.”
Jaebum curses himself for not being more careful. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Now what fun would that have been?” Jinyoung smirks.
“Did it-did it mean anything to you? The talks we had, the things we shared. Did you not feel anything at all?”
Jinyoung stares at Jaebum in boredom, shrugging as he tosses his cigarette onto the floor, crushing it under his boots. “Nah, not really. It was all fun and games. I was in it for the thrill-sleeping with someone who’s on the other side of the law, someone who you’re not even meant to acquaint with, it was so exciting,” he grins. “And I got a hell lot of cash out of it too,” Jinyoung continues, patting his pocket that was thick with the money Jaebum had given him in turn for his company.
“So I was basically a…playmate?” Jaebum whispers, fists clenched tight in anger.
“You could say that,” Jinyoung hums. “What, did you actually think I’d be stupid enough to fall in love with you? I may be selling my body for a living but my brain is still intact, you know. Everything I do, I do it for the money and the adventure. Falling in love? I’ve got no time for that.”
“But I trusted you,” Jaebum snarls.
Jinyoung chuckles, taking two steps closer towards Jaebum and cups his face, holding him with so much tenderness as if his heart wasn’t made of ice. “That’s not my fault now, is it? I never asked you to trust me, Jaebum. You did that all on your own.”
And Jaebum hates it. Hates himself for being an idiot, hates that even when Jinyoung had done all of that, had crushed his heart like it was nothing, he’d still take him in if Jinyoung had asked him to. He hates that he’s so in love with Jinyoung that he still wants to kiss him now, taint his body, mark him as his even if Jinyoung threw him away the next day.
He hates that he’s still wishing for Jinyoung to love him back.
“You’re cruel.”
“I know,” Jinyoung says, giving one last searing kiss to Jaebum’s lips, a kiss that he knows would be ingrained in his mind forever.
And then he leaves.
And when he leaves, he takes Jaebum’s heart with him.
But the worst thing was, this time, Jaebum won’t be able to catch him.
Recipient: everyone
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,021
Warning(s): Brief mention of drugs & prostitution
Summary: Based on this song. Jaebum knows he shouldn't fall for Jinyoung but before he can stop himself, he's too late.
A/N: Ahh, all your prompts were so nice I hope I did this once justice even though it's on the short side ;; But still, I hope you like it! ♥
Jaebum immediately scowls the moment he steps into the dimly lit club, the air cloying with the heavy scent of alcohol and sweat drenched bodies. He already wants to run out, the loud music pounding uncomfortably into his ears but he knows he can’t, knows not to go against the captain’s orders once he’s been assigned to a duty so he squares his shoulders and slips into an empty booth, eyes wandering.
It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to the scene-in fact, it hit a little too close to home. A dark past that Jaebum would rather not revisit. He was once one of them too, but that didn’t make watching the swaying bodies dressed in scantily clad outfits any easier. It disgusted him almost, to see innocent lives be bought by greasy old men who had too much time and money in their hands but Jaebum couldn’t blame them entirely-it was easy money, and when you’re young and foolish and in desperate need of cash, selling your body seemed to be the easiest way out-still, Jaebum would never go down that path. Never again.
“I’ve never seen you around before.”
Jaebum tears his gaze away from the stage. Under normal circumstances, he would ignore whoever it was that was trying to talk to him, never one to trust strangers but it was the alluring voice that enticed him (coupled with the fact that he needed to get his job done) and caused him to look up.
Surely, the captivating voice belonged to an even more captivating person.
“Are you new?” the prostitute grins, casually sliding in next to Jaebum and invading his personal space as if they were life-long friends.
Jaebum swallows. From this distance, the man is even more beautiful. His eyes are dark and aligned with kohl, glinting mischievously as he stares at Jaebum. His body, only covered by a pair of leather shorts and a translucent shirt, serves as a distraction but Jaebum quickly clears his head and tips back the gin he’d ordered earlier, pulling on a façade as he smirks at his now, companion.
“Why? Do I look out of place?”
“Au contraire,” the man replies, shaking his head, smile turning seductive as he crosses all barriers and climbs onto Jaebum’s lap. “I’m Jinyoung, may I offer you a dance?”
Heat pools at the pit of Jaebum’s stomach. It had been a while since he’s had any sexual encounters, what with work taking over his life and having a lap full of a beautiful man was a dream come true, however, Jaebum knew it was wrong. He wasn’t about to treat the man the same way he was treated years ago so he pushes his desires aside, gently pushing Jinyoung off of him but digs into his wallet and hands him a few notes.
“How about you offer me something else instead?”
“Any leads on the case yet, Jaebum?”
Jaebum slumps over his desk, head in hands. It had been two weeks since he’d step foot in the club, two weeks since he’d somewhat befriended Jinyoung, but he still had no direction whatsoever on the drug dealer that was supposedly milling through the area. “None.”
Jackson pats his back sympathetically. “Don’t worry, you’ll get him soon.”
Quite honestly, Jaebum was wondering if he ever will. Every time his captain, or anyone really, asked his progress on the case, he’d tell them that he had nothing on it-which was completely true-but what he didn’t tell them was that he wasn’t actually working on it. Sure, he had told his boss and colleagues that he’d met Jinyoung, gotten close to him for work purposes but Jaebum was beginning to disbelieve himself. Truth to be told, he was starting to enjoying Jinyoung’s company more than he’d like to admit-the man had a way with words that had genuinely caught Jaebum’s interest and to add to that, he had a charming smile that put the sun’s rays to shame. The conversations they had were private and personal and Jaebum had opened himself up to Jinyoung more than he had had to anybody else. It was surprising to say the least-Jaebum wasn’t the type to confide in his family or friends about his feelings but something was different about Jinyoung, something about him made him feel at ease, as if he could tell Jinyoung just about anything.
It was unprofessional of him and so out of character. He knew that he was stepping on a treacherous territory, knew that it could cost him everything.
Jaebum knew that Jinyoung was dangerous.
But like a moth to flame, he was attracted.
“Jinyoung,” Jaebum slurs, laughing slightly as he stumbles on his feet, dead drunk. He had gone to the club again that night, gone to find Jinyoung because he’d had a rough day and all he wanted to do was rant about how much he hated his life, not noticing how much he and Jinyoung were drinking until he felt himself become a little more than tipsy. Now, Jinyoung was taking him through some (what he thought was shabby through his hazy mind) area, trying to unlock a tattered door. “Jinyoung, where are you taking me?”
“My home,” Jinyoung replies, equally as intoxicated as Jaebum and pushes through his door, giggling when they both fall onto the floor like it was the funniest thing in the world. “Home sweet home.”
Jaebum lifts his head up and takes a moment to look at his surroundings-Jinyoung’s home was minimalistic, small, the living room bare save for a tacky couch and an old television. If he wasn’t so drunk, Jaebum would be scrutinising each and every corner, wondering why Jinyoung was living such a poor life when he was probably making enough money to rent a decent apartment in town but he was, and right now, he could care less especially with the way Jinyoung was gyrating his hips, completely distracting him.
“How come you never have sex with me?” Jinyoung asks, mouth moving sensually against the column of his neck, leaving little teasing bites on his skin. “All you want to do is talk, talk, talk. Am I not attractive enough?”
Jaebum groans. He wants to tell Jinyoung that no, Jinyoung was gorgeous. He wants to tell him how he’s thought of him every single night since they’ve first met, wants to tell him how much he dreams of Jinyoung, of his body, of his lips, of his skin and judging from the laugh he receives, he’d probably said that all out loud without even realising. So Jaebum leans in and shuts him up with a kiss, presses into Jinyoung till there’s no space left between them, discards their clothes and gives in to the burning lust he’d been harbouring since day one.
Jaebum knows that this isn’t going to end well.
But for now, he can only wish that it will.
“This isn’t like you, Jaebum,” Jackson berates, face full of disappointment as Jaebum leaves the captain’s office with no clues on the case again. “You’re normally diligent with your work and you can finish things in a week’s time-a month tops but six months with no leads at all? I’m starting to get suspicious.”
“Save it, Jackson,” Jaebum grunts. “I’ve gotten enough nagging from the captain.”
“Because you deserve it! We’ve trusted you with this case but you’re not progressing at all!” Jackson fumes. “You know what I think? I think it was a mistake letting you have it. Did it bring back good memories, Jaebum, huh? Does it make you want to go back and live that filthy life of y-”
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” Jaebum seethes, grappling at the collar of Jackson’s shirt. “You don’t know anything.”
“Just like how I don’t know that you’re in love with Jinyoung?”
Jaebum eyes widen, his grip on Jackson loosening. “What?”
Jackson yanks Jaebum’s hand away and glares at him. “I’ve been monitoring you,” he admits. “You’re quite infatuated with him, aren’t you, Jaebum? A cop and a prostitute, what a disaster it will be if word gets out.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No, but I will have to resort to extreme measures if you don’t end things with him. Let me handle the case, you’re too emotionally attached to do any good,” Jackson says, and then sighs. “As a colleague, I won’t lie and say that I’m not disappointed in you because I am. I respected you. But as a friend, I know that you’re human and you make mistakes too but this isn’t healthy and I’m worried that if you get in too deep, you’re going to waste the past ten years of your life you spent rebuilding.”
Jackson leaves and Jaebum watches his back, his words playing around in his head like a broken record. He knows that Jackson means well and that he’s just looking out for him but he feels like he’s too late.
He’s already in too deep.
He’s already too in love with Jinyoung.
“I can give you a better life,” Jaebum offers.
Jinyoung snorts. “What makes you think I want to be living with you? I like my life here.”
Jaebum never mentions it again.
Jackson ends up catching the drug dealer, his clients turning out to be the prostitutes and consumers of the club itself. They’re all taken into custody for further questioning except for Jinyoung. Jinyoung escapes.
“I knew you were a cop,” Jinyoung says when Jaebum catches him three days after his disappearance, puffs of white exhaled from his lungs as he casually smokes.
“When?”
“The first time we had sex. I found your badge the next morning.”
Jaebum curses himself for not being more careful. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Now what fun would that have been?” Jinyoung smirks.
“Did it-did it mean anything to you? The talks we had, the things we shared. Did you not feel anything at all?”
Jinyoung stares at Jaebum in boredom, shrugging as he tosses his cigarette onto the floor, crushing it under his boots. “Nah, not really. It was all fun and games. I was in it for the thrill-sleeping with someone who’s on the other side of the law, someone who you’re not even meant to acquaint with, it was so exciting,” he grins. “And I got a hell lot of cash out of it too,” Jinyoung continues, patting his pocket that was thick with the money Jaebum had given him in turn for his company.
“So I was basically a…playmate?” Jaebum whispers, fists clenched tight in anger.
“You could say that,” Jinyoung hums. “What, did you actually think I’d be stupid enough to fall in love with you? I may be selling my body for a living but my brain is still intact, you know. Everything I do, I do it for the money and the adventure. Falling in love? I’ve got no time for that.”
“But I trusted you,” Jaebum snarls.
Jinyoung chuckles, taking two steps closer towards Jaebum and cups his face, holding him with so much tenderness as if his heart wasn’t made of ice. “That’s not my fault now, is it? I never asked you to trust me, Jaebum. You did that all on your own.”
And Jaebum hates it. Hates himself for being an idiot, hates that even when Jinyoung had done all of that, had crushed his heart like it was nothing, he’d still take him in if Jinyoung had asked him to. He hates that he’s so in love with Jinyoung that he still wants to kiss him now, taint his body, mark him as his even if Jinyoung threw him away the next day.
He hates that he’s still wishing for Jinyoung to love him back.
“You’re cruel.”
“I know,” Jinyoung says, giving one last searing kiss to Jaebum’s lips, a kiss that he knows would be ingrained in his mind forever.
And then he leaves.
And when he leaves, he takes Jaebum’s heart with him.
But the worst thing was, this time, Jaebum won’t be able to catch him.