Liaisons
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
Summary: In which Changmin is the Mafia Lord, Yoochun is his lover, Jaejoong is the foreman, Yunho is a CEO and they just want to kill Junsu.
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Minho is new to this world- the yakuza worldand he couldn’t be more nervous. He had trained for this but now that it was a formal thing he feels all his training getting erased from his mind as soon as he steps into the rows of houses, their headquarters. Jonghyun nudges him to pay attention to everything, helping him ease into this life and he’s eternally grateful for this. This was his new normal now and he better get used to it and fast and he better do good. He follows Jonghyun around trying to take in everything he was saying but mind obviously running around elsewhere.
There’s boy in a uniform, a girl's uniform for that matter and he stood out like a sore thumb amidst the suits the lackeys wore. He looked barely legal, white skin, his hair curling at his shoulders and those pink pouty lips; a rose in a garden of thorns. He was more than beautiful; ethereal some may even say. To say Minho gets entranced is simply an understatement.
"Who is that?"
"Fuck dude, don't you dare! You don't know what you're getting into" the Jonghyun spurs, quickly pulling him away. Fear evident in his voice but Minho is too enamoured to heed into the warning. He wanted to see this creature and he just couldn't not stare at the beauty in the distance.
As if on cue, the beautiful man turns to him- a shadow of smile forming on his lips. He swallows hard, suddenly conscious of the attention that was being given to him by this angel. He feigns indifference as his colleague continues to try and drag him away, completely staying put as the other man approaches him. The angel getting closer to his proximity and he finds his breath being taken away.
"You must be new." His angel’s voice is sultry like sin itself. He finds himself mute in awe so he simply nods. Minho thinks he’s having tunnel vision, totally unaware of everything else except this man, this gorgeous man in front of him that he loses all defences. He doesn’t notice Jonghyun bowing in respect towards this man nor does he notice the meaning behind those words.
"Haven't you been told? It's rude to stare."
What?he thinks and just before he can blink and answer he feels a sharp pain. A knife sticks out from his thigh as blood drips on the floor. This angel, this being is no angel. "I. . ." He gasps as he tries to move to defend himself but it only makes it worse, knife going deeper. He thinks he might die until the knife is pulled out and he knows he might actually do so. The blood pools on the floor, Jonghyun is holding on to him trying to keep him up he realises it’s futile.
"YOOCHUN! Don't scare the newbies!" He hears before he falls over the ground, crumpled like a rag doll. Lord Shim!
"I was just saying hi~” the sing- song voice full of mischief echoes. Just before he passes out he looks at him one last time.
"Don't be so rude the next time."
The devil. Definitely.
Yoochun is the devil.
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The garden is quiet with only the animals making the occasional noise here and there but generally it is peaceful. It was a different scene inside the quarters-tension is thick in the air and suffocating. Changmin sits at the end of the table, Yoochun at his side as always and Jaejoong in the other busy on the phone barking orders. Changmin stares at the older men occupying the seats, bosses in their own right and turfs but here they bow to him, their lord
These men, some old enough to be his grandfather all bowed down to him and rightfully so; he was in complete control. Born and raised in the world of the yakuza from mixed Japanese-Korean he was met with a lot of skepticism growing up: not pure enough. He proved them wrong quickly, shut their mouths and got rid of those of no use. If there were any questions then there ware none now nor will there be in the future for he had done the impossible by merging Korean and Japanese trades and that in itself made all these men grovel at his feet.
Yoochun pours him tea, giving him a smile as he pushes the cup towards him he grazes his lover’s fingers as he takes it, nodding. Yamamoto looks the the both of them in disgust, seeing them interact makes his blood boil and looking at Changmin, that punk makes him seethe. This boy was a disgrace and he didn’t want their alliances led by this half-breed. In anger he topples his glass and the tea spills on the desk as all eyes focus on him. “You bastards! How can you obey this peace of shit?! He’s nothing! NOTHING! He doesn’t deserve that seat!”
Jaejoong shuts his phone at the outburst, not totally surprised at Yamamoto’s reaction as it was no secret that he opposed his young boss. He looks at the other men on the table, gauging their reactions, scouting for any sign of agreement with the sentiment this old geezer was spouting. There is none he notes quickly, there will only be one death today if it goes downhill it seems and he’s secretly relieved but keeps a nonchalant mask on his face nonetheless.
“Pray tell, Mr. Yamamoto.” Changmin starts, as he sips his tea face still unreadable “What is the cause of this unnecessary outburst? I have proven for years now that I do deserve this. . ‘seat’ as you termed it.” Calmly placing his cup on the table as he stares down at the man in question. The answer decides his head and everyone in the room knows it; anticipating, bloodlust and foreboding are heavy in the room. “You’re just fucking half-breed, you’re mother some Korean w|-”
A bang resonates in the room as the bullet makes it’s way on Yamamoto’s forehead, blood spurting as his body slumps on the table, ice cold. Everyone else looks on bored at the now dead man making a mess on the table and all eyes fall again on Changmin who is still holding out his gun. “Ah, I’m sorry for this mess everyone. Dirt must be dealt with appropriately.” He says with a small chuckle as he tucks his gun under his jacket so calmly you’d think it didn’t just kill a second ago.
“Now everyone, you know as your leader, your lord I have been very open to suggestions from all of you. I am fair and just and you cannot deny that without me the power you all hold would not exist. You cannot deny that without my leadership the two countries trades and businesses wouldn’t be what it is.”
Yoochun smiles, pride evident in his face as Changmin talks as their leader, Jaejoong tries hard to stifle his laughter at the seriousness of all the old men’s faces. Changmin breathes in to continue his speech looking directly into each and everyone’s eyes.
“It was not just I who had worked it was also with you’re help and with that I am grateful, as you’re leader I am with you in endeavours and backed you up in times of victory and need and I will continue to do so, as it is my responsibility. That being said, I will not tolerate such indiscretions about my parents and lineage or suffer the same fate as that filth. That is all I ask of you, my men, and if you cannot tolerate it I shall let you leave with your heads still intact now without a grudge in my heart.”
Changmin finishes his little speech as calmly as it started with only a minuscule hint of edge evident and with that he stands up to leave with Yoohun tailing him. Jaejoong stays behind, looking at the men in front of him with a smirk, “Shall we get down to the order of business, sirs?” as he opens up sheets of paper filled with plans. They have these men hook, line and sinker.
Yoochun quickly grabs Changmin’s elbow, licking his lips as his lover turns to him, “You’re so amazing.” he beams as he presses his body close. Changmin simply tucks a strand of hair behind Yoochun’s ears before grabbing under his skirt to knead his ass, pulling him closer and feeling the erection press against him. He watches his love biting his lip in anticipation already, “Let me show you what other amazing things I can do.” he whispers, nibbling his ears.With a kiss, they make their way to their private quarters as Changmin shuts the door with a click.
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Jaejoong is the eyes and ears but like a ghost barely anyone has seen work or do anything. He takes his job seriously, phones within arms reach at all times ready for orders and to give command. He’s seen the young Changmin do something that no one in the underworld has ever encountered, a true prodigy and he’s sure only comes once in a lifetime. His attention to detail, intelligence and uncanny ability to create strategies made him the greatest leader and Jaejoong feels profound honour and pride to work for him.
He enters the private building, suitcase in hand as he goes up to the elevator to the penthouse. The building which Changmin lived was a secret that only a number of people knew about, so few that he could count them with one hand and he was one of them. He smoothens out shirt before heading out to the door, entering the passcode he knows by heart and hearing that familiar beep. Entering the door, he is met with silence and emptiness and quickly shuffles around to prepare the documents on the coffee table.
Once done, he takes out some food and begins to cook, he thinks of if he didn’t up in this world maybe he would have been a chef instead but that’s not how it happened. Whenever he’d act like this some would joke about him being a glorified nanny but that was far from the truth. He did it because he wanted to and it was a joy to make meals for someone who appreciated them. He several dishes and places them all on the table after he’s done before going to Changmin’s room. Fumbling around noisily before he gets to the last door, knocking once and not waiting for the reply as he hastily opens the door.
What greets him first thing is Yoochun’s pale back, head thrown back as he moves on Changmin’s cock over and over again, keen moans echo throughout the room. He clears his throat and shuts the door behind him but that does nothing to stop the movement the two people on the bed were making. Changmin’s hand on Yoochun’s hip stills for a brief second to stop him from moving as he looks over the other man standing by the door and just nods in acknowledgement. Jaejoong just stares at them, Changmin on his back with Yoochun on top of him shaking with pleasure.
Yoochun is still panting above their leader, hips grinding and Jaejoong can see a hand working on his cock furiously. This wasn’t the first time he’s walked in on them, it happened too many times already but it never fails to make his blood rush towards his dick whenever he’d see them fuck with just pure and raw passion. He snaps out of it when he hears the sounds of Yoochun’s scream as he comes all over, folding under to fall on the bed until Changmin pushes him on his back and enters him again, thrusting so strong the bed creaks. Changmin looks up at him smirking, “Let me just. . finish this.“
Jaejoong waits outside, eating his own food as he highlights the notes on paper in front of him. He hears the chair creek beside him and sees Yoochun, hair still wet from the shower and face still blissful from being thoroughly fucked. “hey! you made our favourite!” His dongseng is quick to note the food he made and it makes him smile watching as Yoochun grabs spoon after spoon to eat. “I do not understand how both of you can eat like you do and not gain weight. . .” he says jokingly as he stares at Yoochun’s face stuffed with food. “You’re sex must be some cardio workout.” he adds with a laugh and Yoochun just nods with approval.
He discusses with their leader the reports from the last quarter, plans still on going and the future direction for the next year. Changmin listens to him intently giving comments if he needed to, asking questions which he answers concisely. Yoochun is smiling at him, taking down notes but he can see from the corner of his eye that the doodles occupy the notebook more than the reports (he’s going to have to give him the copy again) When he finishes, Changmin opens a box of cigars for him, lights it up before passing it on to him which he takes with a smile. The conversation quickly veers away from the underworld to everyday gossip and laughs. He makes smoke rings and watches the two lovers across him completely looking like any couple in love. He looks at them fondly and the smile doesn’t leave his lips, he could have been a chef but this was better, so muchbetter.
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Yunho watches from the security camera several men entering the building, watching them go in the elevator to his floor. Walking out from his office he waits by the doors to greet his guests, fixing his cuff links to calm himself. The elevator doors open and he’s greeted by five men in black before Jaejoong moves towards him with a nod along with Yoochun who gives him a hug which he returns. He ushers the two men in and the others stay behind by the door as he closes it.
“So CEO Jung, how have you been doing?” Jaejoong starts, he sits across from him in his tattered jeans and boots, his leather jacket hanging off his shoulders instead of worn. The tone is saccharine that makes it so much more deadly he notes but he takes it in stride, instead he looks over to watch Yoochun feeding the fish in his big aquarium so childlike. He looks back at Jaejoong, “Same old stuff.” he offers as his answer and he gets a laugh as a response.
“Still churning out young boys and girls to the masses, what’s that new girl group that came out?”
“Ah, that one. What about them? They’re doing very well actually for a rookie group and we couldn’t be happier with the results.” Yunho says, he doesn’t hide the achievement his company has garnered throughout the last three years. Jaejoong simply nods, opening his tablet to look into the figures of his company. Yunho’s licks his lips in anticipation and distracts himself with Yoochun siting on his couch reading one of their magazines. Jaejoong was nice to look at but was unnerving unlike Yoochun who seemed to calm down his nerves so he decided he’d rather concentrate on the latter.
“I’ve been looking closely into this company CEO Jung and I’m impressed how you’re able to handle not only your talents but your audience as well. You can say that has made Mr. Shim very interested in investing a huge stake here.”
Yunho’s eyes grow big at the implications, a backing from them meant grander things-almost unimaginable but he knew he had to play his cards right. Not only was money at stake but his reputation as well, this was a deal he had to get right. His thoughts go over every possible scenario quickly. “I’m more than happy to hear Mr. Shim’s interest to invest in my company, his influence across business sectors is just . . .”
“Of course I know you’re smart enough to know CEO Jung that our investments do come with something in return.” Jaejoong supplies to get the point across. “Of course, I understand. Let’s talk about these so I can accommodate you accordingly.” He needed to please these two if he wanted to get a shot at least from their boss. He also knew that he needed to prepare if these deals would be too risky, he knew he needed to plan this. His shoulders tense when he feels hands press down on him, Yoochun squeezing his muscles under his suit, “You’re too tense now, CEO Jung. There’s no need for that.”
Yoochun’s delicate fingers touch his chin, turning his head towards his face and Yunho thinks that up close Yoochun looses all trace of his childlike demeanour and all he can think of his lethality. He swallows at the touch but doesn’t make a move to remove the fingers on his face nor to pay attention to how the smaller man is leaning towards him. Yoochun sits on his lap, teasing enough to rile him up and lose his train of thoughts, “We just want some of the products to be advertised by your talents exclusively, maybe the food chains we own, clothing, the works. Just little things.” He tells him as Yoochun plays with his tie, grazing his shirt slowly as he feels his nails scraping him.
Jaejoong presents him a thick envelop he knows is full of the contract deals from their different businesses and he almost sighs in relief to find it was not the worst he was thinking of. Jaejoong voices his thoughts out loud, “ We just want to tap into the younger markets more using your talent to make our brands more notable to their demographic. Completely safe. Boring if you ask me.” He just nods, gathering the thick envelop as Yoochun moves from his lap, skirt riding up to expose flesh and he wills his control. “I’ll look over it.” he responds too preoccupied with the feeling of the squirming man on his lap.
“You won’t need to” Yoochun tells him, a devilish grin spreading cross his face as he takes out a check from his pocket and dangling it in front of his face. “Take this. It’s a gift for you, from us. This is all yours just for you. Just a little sneak peak of what’s to come.” He looks over at the amount just as Yoochun folds it and places it in his suit pocket and stands up to walk out the door. Jaejoong looks at him with a smirk on his face knowing.
“I’ll leave you now, Jung Yunho. I’ll be expecting your signatures tomorrow so we can set this all up. I suppose you’d also want some private time from what I can see.”
The door slams shut and he’s left alone, straining bulge on his pantsuit. He looks again at the check named to him before placing it in his locked cabinet and he breathes a sigh of relief as well as bafflement. He sees a post it note plastered on his desk, “See you again! -YC” it says with a smiley face scribbled on the side. With that, he undoes his pants to finish off, dreaming of delicate fingers on him.
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Minho and Jonghyun walk around the street dressed in normal clothing which frankly they haven’t done in a while. Jonghyun tallies the clubs on this alley while Minho scouts for the entrance of the one they were looking for. The loud music makes it hard to tell which apart but both of them know what they’re doing. Minho ducks into one of the entrances of the club, completely ignoring the throngs of women and men putting on a show, heading straight towards the second to the last door. The bouncer recognises them and opens the door for the both of them and they step in plainly decorated room.
An older woman is sitting behind the desk, calculating the dubious amount of cash, she motions for them to sit and the follow suit. “Junsu isn’t here as you can see.” she says still not losing her count on the wads of paper. “It’s been a couple of months already and none of us seniors have seen him. We thought he ran away with our money but upon checking none of us had any suspicious wiring or withdrawals.” Jonghyun nods expecting much as he had been briefed earlier. Kim Junsu was on the run, normally they wouldn’t be that concerned about a non big boss but he was different.
“We found out what he was after, Ma’am” Minho supplies, showing him pictures gathered from various intelligences. “He’s after our arsenal, trading them with the politicians and other people from the far off regions to avoid the spotlight.” The old woman looks at the pictures scrutinising, “Ah, that makes sense now. He isn’t as stupid as I thought he was- he deserves a little credit then.”
“It seems he targeted several bosses he knew who had arsenals in either or both countries. He’s managed to get some, not a whole lot but enough to tip off several of the division heads.” They inform Old Woman Cho who simply lights a cigarette, “well, I assume The Minnie Mouse isn’t happy with this. I know how much he’s a stickler to keeping things in control and in line.” she chuckles to joke only funny to her.
“Yes. Lord Shim has ordered for a manhunt but had wanted to let all the other bosses know of his plans and to gather all your opinions on this matter.” Jonghyun supplies, the boss really did have a penchant for some form of democracy within them it was both admirable and a lot of work. Minho simply stays quiet, he knew what Old Woman Cho would say either way but he also knew Changmin wanted a clear vote though his was still the last say.
“Bah, Minnie Mouse is so diplomatic even when he doesn’t have to be. Just kill the motherfucker, I don’t care for bugs.” She laughs, making the two men laugh with her as well. They bow to leave and report back quickly when Old Woman Cho calls them back, “Yah! You two! Tell the Minnie Mouse to come visit me next week and to bring along Chunnie as well. I have a matter to discuss with those two dickheads.”
When the two arrive back at the manor they make their way to the main house only to find Yoochun baking up a storm at five in the morning. Jonghyun simply shakes his head and grabs one of the cookies on the counter as he plops himself on the sofa. Minho is still sometimes unsure of how to act around the said man as he touches the scar on his thigh. He greets the both of them with such joy that seems impossible to have this early but it makes the mood light either way. They tell him of Old Woman Cho’s stand as well as the invitation and Yoochun just hums.
“Lord Shim should leave more often if this is what it takes for you to make a lot of food.” Jonghyun is always playful, continuing to stuff as many pastries as he can in his mouth. Minho laughs nervously as he sits at the opposite end of the table. “Yah! Don’t be like that. I get lonely when Min isn’t here.” Yoochun hands Minho a couple of cookies, all his favourite he notes in amazement and gives a shy thank you. Jonghyun and Yoochun bicker like old friends, if you didn’t know who they were this scene would have been completely normal but they aren’t normal. Despite the first encounter Minho has of Yoochun, he proves himself to be a totally different person once you get to know him he muses. He cared a lot for his men and knew them all by name, knew their families and was even a godfather to some of the men’s kids. Minho laughs at the paradox but just eats his oatmeal cookie extra chewy like he wants them as he sits back.
They arrive at the building at two thirty in the morning, quickly evaluating the rural area. Intelligence has pointed to this location and after a week they scope for the kill. Yoochun looks over his phone, probably playing a game Minho notes as they wait for the go signal. Junsu would have succeeding in his trade if he actually paid attention, trying to make money off an ally wasn’t a smart move. Jonghyun sends him a text message and he looks over to Yoochun who smirks, getting off the car to go towards the building. “Don’t you know, Minho-yah? Three Am is the witching hour?”
Minho makes his way up the stairs, mask helping him breathe through the thick gas they had to detonate throughout the building. Yoochun follows suit behind him as he leads the way, kicking down the door to reveal an empty room. Minho gets a bad feeling when he hears shots fire as he ducks towards a table. Startled he tries to look for the source but is rained upon by bullets, he can see Yoochun running in the hallway before he feels pressure at his shoulder. Blindly, he fires shots at that direction before crawling to escape the onslaught. He barely hears Yoochun shouting through the mask before he blacks out.
Minho wakes up to white slightly panicked before he realises he’s in a hospital, Jonghyun is squeezed in a small couch sleeping and he looks at all the bandages on his body. The sun shines inside the room and he can only guess what day it is, the other occupant of the room moves to wake, “Oh shit! You’re up!” Jonghyun laughs a bit, sleep still on his face. “We were worried about you, you got shot several times in that room. Yoochun went berserk as soon as he saw you take a hit.”
He nods at the information, funny he only thought he got hit once but adrenaline must have numbed him out. “What about Junsu?” he asks, it would all be for nothing if they didn’t get the hit. “Ah, that jerk? Well you got him alright. It’s all good. You managed to incapacitate him and Yoochun finished him off.” Jonghyun tells him as if it’s the most normal thing in the world as he hands him water to drink, he didn’t even feel thirsty until that moment.
“Yoochun, he’s a bit weird .. okay, a lot weird but he cares for everyone and loves them. You should have seen him crying when they were wheeling you in, Lord Shim had to take him away to calm him down. He’s such a crybaby.”
Truth be told it was hard to imagine Yoochun to be like that but being cared for felt nice and warm. Just as he gets lost in his thoughts the door opens to reveal the said man. He gives a small smile but when he sees who’s behind Yoochun he tries hard to sit up on the bed. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, you’re injured just a reminder” Lord Shim is front of him, talking to him and he’s not sure what to do. Yoochun simply elbows Changmin to shut him up and he turns to Minho happy to have him awake. Minho feels happy, he’s got a family and they maybe a bit dysfunctional but it was family.
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Changmin stares at the pictures of Junsu with an unreadable expression: living Junsu and then dead Junsu. Places them in a shredder and watches it all get cut into smithereens, the kid had potential but was stupid which caused him his downfall. This was their world and they lived by strict rules of conduct and he did not take kindly to insubordination. Yoochun enters his office and he smiles at him, everyone had their opinions about the both of them but damn if he cared. “Old Woman Cho is asking for us, told Minho for us to go there next week.”
Changmin pats his lap for Yoochun to sit on and immediately encircles his arms around the smaller man. “What could she possibly want? I don’t remember anything significant for our presence to be called” Face nuzzling his neck, smelling his shampoo and the distinct smell that was so intoxicating. Yoochun bares his neck at their leader, offering himself in complete surrender as all of him is Changmin’s, everything. “We’ll see when we get there.” Ending the conversation at that, Yoochun kisses him and Changmin gives him all of himself in return.
The travel to Old Woman Cho’s estate takes a few hours as it was all the way out the countryside, Changmin makes a point to stop by the other bosses on the way. Yoochun is still sleeping on his shoulder snoring lightly when they enter the gate, he shakes him gently and is met with a growl and a swat of arms. Changmin chuckles, whispering to make him wake up after the third try and he does so reluctantly, completely groggy as they enter the large doors. Old Woman Cho sits out on the patio smoking as he looks over the two boys, eyes crinkling as she smiles. “Ah! Minnie Mouse, you’re finally here! Where’s that pretty boy of yours? I wanna see his face!”
Yoochun laughs at the comment running to give the old lady a big hug which she returns just as strongly. They both know better than to overstep their welcome and waits for her to tell them the purpose of their visit. “I’m getting old Minnie Mouse, I’m going to die soon and you know I have no heirs. All this will go to waste after I pass.” Changmin nods, waiting for her to continue, looking at the estate overlooking the water. Yoochun is holding the old woman’s hand, comforting her and she gives his hands a squeeze.
Old Woman Cho looks at the both, Changmin was his son despite having no blood relation to him, he was his pride and looking after this boy and watching him build himself and be where he is now brought so much joy in her life. Despite the opposition from most of the other bosses she backed him up from the start because she saw his fire and his ability. He managed to surpass all his expectations and more and she knew the family was in good hands. “Now, I’m not worried about the family those numbskulls can drop dead anytime and we’d see other to hell. What I really want to talk about is the both of you.”
“I’m too old for this shit, Changmin. We’ve all been waiting long enough for you to propose to this young man here. How many years has it been? He’s too good for you! Yoochun, if he doesn’t propose to you next year. . make that in the next six months, I’m going to personally kill your boyfriend!” Changmin sputters his tea, composure totally lost at the old woman’s ultimatum. Yoochun just blushes hard covering his face at the honesty the old woman.
Lady Cho cackles at the two boys expressions, “What’s the matter?! You’ve been together since you were practically children. Ah, I remember how Yoochun used to follow you around and how you’d try and loose him. You were such an asshole of a child, Changmin but then it became the other way around.” Both do remember, it seemed like lifetimes ago but it was still vivid in their minds. “I want to at least see a wedding before I croak. Is that too much to ask?”
“You know Minnie Mouse, no one will take it against you if you take a little break- you’re their lord either way so they have no right to say anything. Go enjoy yourself a bit you deserve it, take Yoochun somewhere nice.” She calls over one of her men taking out a small pouch, and handing it over to Changmin. “On me” She adds, opening to reveal to plane tickets and he takes it graciously. Yoochun gives a meek thank you and she gives him a hug before turning to go inside her home.
On their way back Changmin looks over the two tickets, the old woman was crazy for sure but that’s what he loved about her. He watches Yoochun who is looking at the window, snapping pictures of the countryside. He puts the envelop in bag and closes his eyes to rest, yeah maybe he should take up the offer- he’d have to ask Jaejoong to arrange his itinerary for them. He has been setting his sights to expand in Europe and he might just do it but not right now, he wants to enjoy himself with his love. He’ll do it when the timing is right but it’s not too far from the future he foresees. He has big plans and they’re only starting and he’s not slowing down.
First things first, he needs to get that damn ring already.
Author's Notes:
1. Loosely inspired from Kill Bill
2. gompi made me do it
3. HI!