Bet On It Part 1
Title: Bet On It
Pairing: HaeHyuk
Minor Pairings: MinKyu, ninja!HanChul
Part: 1
Rating: R
Genre: romance, drama
Disclaimer: I wish
Warnings: more than implied sex, language
Summary: Donghae meets an alluring man at a bar. Without meaning to, Donghae gets pulled into the man's world, much deeper than he had ever intended.
“If I were a betting man, I’d say you’re looking for someone to spend the night with.”
Lee Donghae looked up from the beer he was sipping. A stranger had seated himself, quite comfortably, thank you very much, next to him and was eyeing Donghae with an interested expression (e.g. like a piece of meat).
The stranger could not have been much older than Donghae himself. He had a slim, but fit build. His milky white skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the bar. He had a wicked jaw line, and the smirk that graced his full lips matched the mischievous glint in his eyes. Most noticeably, his hair was dyed a fiery red.
“You would lose that bet,” Donghae replied dryly.
“Nah,” dismissed the redhead, waving the bartender over. “I’ve never lost a bet before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” Donghae returned to his beer, a clear indication that the conversation was over.
The other man either didn’t catch the implication or chose to ignore it, most likely the latter. “I don’t intend to start now.” He accepted the drink the bartender slid over to him. “Lee Eunhyuk. Pleased to meet you.” He raised his tankard towards Donghae.
Donghae ignored him.
Unperturbed by the snub, Eunhyuk took a long draught from his drink. “So what brings you here? You don’t look like the type of person that would abandon his family for a couple of beers.”
“There’s no family to abandon,” Donghae bit out shortly.
“Stressful day at work then?” Eunhyuk pursued.
Donghae set down his empty glass with a thud. “Look, I’m not interested in a quick screw. Go find someone else to pick up. Now if you’ll excuse me.” He pushed back his seat and made his way towards the exit.
He felt a hand grab his arm. Whirling around, he stared at Eunhyuk, displeased to note the other was slightly taller. “What do you want from me?” Donghae demanded.
Eunhyuk’s lips curled up. “Many things, but for now, I would be satisfied with just your name.”
“Donghae,” he said before he could stop himself.
“Hmm, I’ll see you around, Donghae.” The redhead let go of his arm and disappeared back into the crowd.
Donghae rolled his eyes and made his way home. What an insufferable jerk.
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“Hey, sexy.”
Donghae resisted the urge to groan at the familiar voice. “Eunhyuk,” he said as politely as possible.
The other grinned and eased into the seat next to Donghae. “You remember my name.”
“Hard not to,” muttered Donghae.
“What brings you here again?” asked Eunhyuk, watching intently as Donghae raised his drink to his lips.
“Why don’t you find someone else to bother?” Donghae countered.
Eunhyuk smirked. “You caught my interest.”
“How unfortunate,” drawled Donghae. “You didn’t catch mine.”
Eunhyuk waved off his words. “All in good time,” he stated confidently. Donghae snorted in disbelief at the arrogance.
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But how could he not fall to temptation?
Eunhyuk was there in the bar everyday when Donghae stumbled in after a long day at work, tongue ready for another round of barbed exchanges. And as much as Donghae did not want to admit it, he was drawn towards Eunhyuk like a moth to a flame.
“If your job is so stressful, you should just quit,” Eunhyuk advised Donghae about a week after his presence became routine.
“No,” said Donghae stubbornly, accepting the drink Eunhyuk bought him. “I like my job. It’s just that it can be slightly overwhelming at times.”
“Working is overrated,” Eunhyuk scoffed.
“You don’t work?” asked Donghae in disbelief.
“Don’t need to,” said Eunhyuk carelessly. “I got all the money I need and then some.”
“I hate people like you,” mumbled Donghae, disgusted. “Filthy rich people who do nothing to contribute to society.”
Eunhyuk placed his hands on Donghae’s thighs, leaning into the younger’s personal space. “Well, you know what they say. Hate is the closest emotion to love,” he whispered seductively into Donghae’s ear.
“Stop that,” said Donghae, tensing up.
“Hm? You don’t like it?” Eunhyuk’s hand moved teasingly along Donghae’s inner thighs.
It took all of Donghae’s not inconsiderable self-control to refrain from slamming Eunhyuk onto the bar counter and kissing him senseless. “I don’t do one night stands,” he said through gritted teeth.
“It’s not like you have anything better to do.” Eunhyuk looked challengingly at Donghae.
“I…” Donghae trailed off.
Eunhyuk’s smirk widened. “Thought not. Don’t worry; I’ll make it worth your time.”
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As he felt Eunhyuk’s body move with the fluidity of a dancer beneath his own, Donghae had to agree that he never had such a mind blowing night.
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Donghae woke up suddenly when his air supply was cut off by fingers pinching his nose and a hand over his mouth. Automatically, he grabbed the offending hand, wrenching the arm roughly behind the person’s back.
“Whoa there, tiger,” gasped a familiar voice.
Donghae blinked as he stared at the person whose arm he was twisting.
“Do you mind not manhandling me?” panted Eunhyuk, wincing in pain.
“Sorry,” Donghae apologized, letting go. “You surprised me.”
Eunhyuk shrugged, rubbing the place Donghae gripped. “I didn’t mind the roughness last night though.”
Donghae then noticed their state of dress, or rather, undress. He blearily examined his surroundings. They were in a large bed in the middle of an ornate room. From the silk sheets (which were no doubt ruined after the previous night’s activities) to the heavy velvet curtains, everything about the room screamed money.
“Where are we?” asked Donghae, slightly disorientated.
“You are in my room,” replied Eunhyuk, an odd expression on his face. He slid out of the king sized bed. “The real question is why you’re still here.”
“Oh, I thought it would be rude to leave before you woke up,” said Donghae awkwardly. After all, he couldn’t find his boxers.
There was a guffaw and Donghae turned around, irritated. Losing one’s boxers was serious business. “What?” he demanded.
Eunhyuk’s smirk seemed more like an actual smile. “You’re funny,” he informed Donghae. He then tossed something red to him. “Looking for these?”
Donghae pulled on his boxers with as much dignity was he could muster. He quickly located the rest of his clothes and was dressed in no time. “Thank you,” muttered Donghae as he passed Eunhyuk. “And sorry for that…” He gestured to the many angry red marks that peppered Eunhyuk’s formerly unblemished skin.
“It’s alright,” said Eunhyuk airily. “I told you, I like it rough.”
Donghae nodded, unsure what to do. “Well, bye then.”
Eunhyuk gave him a lazy nod, giving no indication that he would show Donghae to the door, so Donghae left the room. “Damn it,” he cursed as he spied the grandfather clock in the hall. “I’m going to be late.”
Jogging down the grand staircase, he bypassed the butler who barely managed to open the double doors in time for him. Donghae stared at the sight before him as he left the mansion.
Clearly, Eunhyuk wasn’t lying when he said he had money to spare. There was a long, winding path leading from the doors of the mansion to the gates, which Donghae estimated to be half a mile away.
“Sir?”
Donghae jumped and turned to see a man dressed impeccably in a suit. “Yes?”
“Mr. Lee has instructed me to take you to wherever you need to go.” These words were accompanied by a slight bow.
“Oh, thanks.” Donghae climbed into the black luxury car, admiring the leather seats.
As the car drove out of the wrought iron gates, Donghae glanced back at the mansion. It might have been only his imagination, but he could’ve sworn he saw a speck of flaming red at the front doors.
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“Pay attention.”
Donghae jerked back to reality as someone kicked him from under the table. Rubbing his shin, he glared at the person across from him. “I was,” he snapped.
Kyuhyun laughed. “If that string of drool is any indication.”
Donghae wiped his mouth as discretely as possible.
“You’ve been spacing out more than usual this past week,” Kyuhyun whined.
“You would too, if you were listening to yourself talk,” Donghae teased.
Kyuhyun scowled, turning back to his beloved laptop. “You’re just jealous that I have a wonderful boyfriend and you can’t even get one person to notice you.”
“Not true,” protested Donghae. As though to prove his point, a noona waved shyly to Donghae from across the room. Donghae waved back, eliciting a giggle from the noona and her friends. “See?” he said smugly to Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun made a noise of disbelief. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re single,” he persisted.
“Much respect for Sungmin for putting up with you.” Donghae grabbed Kyuhyun’s pink coffee mug to take a sip, only to find there was nothing left.
“Unless, you’re already interested in someone,” Kyuhyun continued.
“I…” Donghae paused as he thought of a firm yet supple body, smooth skin, and dark, beguiling eyes. Kyuhyun stopped typing and stared at Donghae expectantly.
“There’s no one,” Donghae said. He pushed back his rolling chair and stood up, holding Kyuhyun’s mug. “I’m going to get more coffee,” he muttered.
-
Donghae wondered if he was wasting his time returning to the bar every night. No matter how hard he searched, there was no sign of the redhead that seemed so intent on gaining Donghae’s attention.
-
“Just this one time,” Donghae warned.
Kyuhyun nodded eagerly, the picture of perfect obedience.
Donghae rolled his eyes; he knew better.
“What’s the sudden generosity though?” asked Kyuhyun as he followed Donghae into the bar.
“I’m always generous,” Donghae insisted as they settled down into the stools at the counter. “I’m a kind and giving soul.”
Kyuhyun snorted. “And I’m going to be Korea’s next peace diplomat.”
“I can’t take my dongsaeng out for drinks?” asked Donghae innocently.
“By all means, do.” Kyuhyun picked up the pitcher of beer the bartender set before him. “But I thought your wallet would remember what happened the last time you treated me to drinks.”
Donghae did remember, but he was so tired of sitting solo in the bar every night that he wanted some companionship, even if it was Kyuhyun.
He (and his wallet) nearly regretted it when Kyuhyun drained his seventh pitcher and showed no sign of slowing.
“Hyung, you should drink more,” Kyuhyun hiccupped, head on the counter. “Come join the fun.”
“I don’t think I’ll have enough money at the rate you’re going,” Donghae muttered.
Kyuhyun lifted his head to say something when Donghae saw a flash of red hair. Pushing Kyuhyun’s head back down, Donghae scanned the bar impatiently, only to be disappointed.
“What are you doing?” complained Kyuhyun, cheek still glued to the counter.
“Nothing,” Donghae sighed. Taking one look at his coworker, Donghae shook his head. “I’m taking you home now.” With a grunt, he slung one of Kyuhyun’s arms over his shoulders and started the drag the younger man out.
“We should do this again sometime,” slurred Kyuhyun happily.
“No, never again,” Donghae groaned, feeling his considerably emptier wallet.
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A/N: Let's start the new year with a bang! And I'm procrastinating on my homework...