Welcome to the Family chapter 3
Title: Welcome to the Family
Pairings:YooSu (manin), MinJaeYunHyun(more), OT5
Rating:Pg-13
Warnings:murder, blood, S&M(maybe)
Genre:horror, dark, life
Summary: What is the real meaning of Family?
Yoochun meets the alluring cousins of Kim at his workplace. Not giving in to the pleasure of flesh and longing of accompany he must solve the Ripper case, which is his mission given by Minister. But everything that has happened around his is just too much of a coincidence.
This is a story of how Yoochun became a member of Family.
It was hot inside the office. Most of his colleges were out in the field searching for any kind of clues, while he sat behind the bars and wasn’t allowed to do any hard work. When Junsu saw his wounds yesterday the young man almost freaked out. Junsu asked him hundreds of times if he was ok and insisted on doing a body check. Which Yoochun so politely declined with assuring words.
Yoochun didn’t want to think back to that night. It left a scar on his pride, his manliness had been threatened and trashed. Only a few second later he would have lost his most precious possession, except his mini Yoochun which he was so proud of.
The smell of lemon and cinder mad him aware of his own presence and faults. It’s almost been half a month and he still hasn’t managed to solve the Ripper’s case. Yoochun wanted to make a good impression on Minister, during his first mission in field. But now it seems like he wasn’t even allowed to step outside by the police department’s captain. He felt worthless sitting here.
His phone rang and he picked up.
“This is the police department of in. homicide. What can I help you with?”
“Yoochun? It’s me Yunho. I was wondering if we could hang out today. I’m leaving tomorrow.”
Yoochun was more than willing to leave this cage but hesitated for a while.
“You know, if you’re busy we can always meet another time.”
“No. Let’s meet up at the red lotus. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Not that Junsu would complain. The boy dotted him and made special exceptions for him. He felt privileged and loved to be special in the younger’s eyes. But that didn’t mean he would abuse this trust. It was just too suffocating inside and he wanted go out and breath some fresh air.
A simple walk.
***
Inside it was kind of husky and dark. On the stage a lone singer dressed in a red slime dress was embracing the crowed with her sensual voice and sent electricity to men who cheered. He searched for Yunho and found the latter sitting close to the stage in the corner.
With confident steps Yoochun walked pass all the ladies offering themselves to him. He couldn’t blame them, their business time at daytime was still not over.
“Hey. What do you think?” Yoochun meant the place but Yunho had another opinion in mind.
“You know… this place is so dark. I don’t think those who live here can ever leave. It’s like a maze. The people here are doomed.
“And you sound like you care?”
“No I don’t. These failures are to blame themselves for not seeing the truth. And I like this place actually. Since I’m not a part of this web, not stuck, then I like it here. I have my freedom and can leave whenever I can.”
“Now you sound like you’re about to marry Brendiz. Why so serious?”
“Yoochun I think we’ve become true friends since last time’s small accident with the cult. So I will warn you. Don’t dig too deep, and then there will be no return for you.”
Yoochun studied Yunho’s immobile figure. Sure he liked Yunho and they had a special bond since the accident last time but what did Yunho mean?
“I’m leaving tomorrow. A new job in Yakima and I’m not sure when I’ll return here. Before I leave there is something you should have.” He handed Yoochun a small USB. “I found it at the party last time in Mr. Lee’s office. Don’t lose it.”
“Thanks.” They sat there for a while and listened to music. Yoochun hummed with the current singer on stage and the suddenly all the lights went off. A lone silhouette dawned and took the microphone in hands. There was no mistake that the voice belonged to a man, even if it might sound like a high baritone and pitched sometimes.
The man sat in a chair, too far from the crowed for anyone to see his face. Slowly the singer shiftened in his seat, moved his legs out and let the crowed see those long beautiful legs. Then used his hands to paint in the air, making gracious movements to allure the crowed.
Yoochun couldn’t help to feel appealed to this singer. Then the dim light almost made the room go black, slowly the singer glided forward, like a snake. A light spot on the stage made everything else so much darker.
The dancer swirled around it and it suddenly looked like a fight between light and darkness, while the singer represented a cold and vicious beauty the light was perfection and needed no tools to fight. Like always the bad lost and the singer was caught in the light.
Like a pang to Yoochun’s heart he saw the singer’s small figure behind a white silky veil that barely covered anything of the fresh and young skin, so smooth and soft. The man lay there with his face turned from the stage.
From where Yoochun sat he saw a single tear drop leave those glistening glass orbs that reflected everything he saw. No more words were said, no song sung and a silent cry made everyone’s’ heart howl.
The light was gone again and when it returned the singer was gone. He felt emptiness within him. He longed for company and wished for a person to embrace when he felt lonely.
How life was like a long mile. Yoochun felt that he stood in the beginning but what he didn’t know was that his mile was coming to an end.
***
“How did it go? Did he recognize you?” The panting singer wanted to shut the younger up. Didn’t he know that he was busy now?
“Baby don’t you need to focus?.” His lower region was being heavily abused but the rough strokes and hard pounding.
“A…h…a… I….. he… doesn’t kn…oooow.” And he let the phone fall off the bed. His limbs had lost all their powers since the strong body held him in an iron grip and refused to let him react.
The bed sheets under him were stained with a red fluid and sweat. Crumpled and almost torn the singer held his breath and awaited the pain. The pain he was so addicted to and yearned for every second.
“Moreeee…ee.” His calves was red and purple, but looking up, his ribs and bellow his nipples red bite marks had ripped open the beautiful white skin and bleb and the other kept thrusting into him. His tights hung over the other’s shoulder, to give a better view and easier to enter.
Just before coming his butt rings squeezed the other painfully, telling him that he was still in control and then both ejaculated together with heavy groans.
“Aaa……….aaaaaaaa.” Heavy pants and shuffling in the bed they both rested. One in the crock of the other and played with his hair.
“That was good. I’ve missed having inside me.”
“I’m good. And I’ve missed being inside you. You suck me up no matter how many times we do it.”
He earned a playful slap. “Be grateful you pervert…this is your heaven.”
***
Yoochun was on his way back home, to his empty apartment. The road was quiet and no cars drove in the alley. Where he lived was considered to be a pretty fancy neighborhood in Brendiz and it wasn’t often crimes were committed here. Mainly because the families ruling the city lived here and who wanted to cause rucks in the lion’s den?
When he neared his portal he saw a single figure standing there and hesitating weather to push the button or walk away. It was Junsu, his little cute angel.
Yoochun sneaked up behind his and covered his eyes and held Junsu close to him. But that was before he was knocked on the face and almost losing his gear to reproduce.
“Omo, I’m so sorry Yoochun. I’m so sorry.” He repeated while Yoochun’s face was flustered red and breathed through his mouth. Yoochun had learnt a lesson tonight. Kim Junsu was not as fragile and powerless as he seemed. Junsu’s small figure had much more strength that he wanted to admit.
Junsu hovered over him on the couch and closely inspected him. “How is your face?” His worried face covered up most of Yoochun’s view in a good kind of way. It made his stomach tingle and his heart beat faster. He wanted to grab Junsu’s face and pull him down to a kiss. A French wet kiss and taste the boy all over. But that was only his own lewd thoughts and he didn’t want to force them upon Junsu.
“Are you ok Yoochun?” It brought him back from his daze.
“Yeah, I’m fine. You didn’t hit me that hard.” Sure right. His face would have another fist
print on it tomorrow. But he didn’t want to worry Junsu more and assured the boy he was ok.
“What are you doing here so late?” When he asked that Junsu cringed beside him and put some distance between his and Yoochun, and slowly turned red.
“If I tell you. You have to promise me not to laugh.”
“I promise.” He looks so cute and adorable.
That’s when Junsu told him the whole story of why he was outside his portal so late at night. When they returned after a day’s field work Junsu wanted to see him. But he wasn’t sure about where he was. He thought it was better to wait until tomorrow but when it got later he couldn’t contain himself. He called the main department 24/7 and used his high rank and found out Yoochun’s address.
Junsu spoke so fast, like he was in hurry and when he was done Yoochun held a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Junsu’s face was as red as a tomato now. His cheeks puffed in an adorable pout. “You promised not to. Hmf!”
“Hahahah. Junsu you are too cute. I’m only happy that you missed me so much to visit me so late in the night.”
“Well. Now that I’ve seen you I should go. See you tomorrow at work Yoochun.”
Junsu walked towards the door and was about to put on his jacket when Yoochun caught him from behind and pulled him back to the couch. Yoochun didn’t know why he did that but he just didn’t want Junsu to leave. He needed that warmth of a human beside him now.
“Yoochun what are you doing?” Junsu had this puzzled face and Yoochun wanted to kiss those round lips. It felt so right to hold Junsu in his arms, it was like they were built for each other. He fitted so well and Yoochun enjoyed this feeling. They were like two pieces of puzzle.
“Can you stay over? I’m feeling lonely.” Yoochun snuggled closer to Junsu’s neck and inhaled the man’s smell. Like a caramel and honey, so fresh like the spring.
“Let’s go to bed.” This time it was time for Junsu to protest and the younger did, hysterically the closer they got to bed. But Yoochun ignored them and threw Junsu on the bed playfully and smiled at him. “Are you sure you want to leave?”
Junsu just pouted even more and averted his gaze. “Hmf, you know what I want already.”
“Sure Su.” Yoochun tackled the younger and hugged him. For Junsu it was like being in the arms of a teddy bear. So big and comfortable.
“Did you just call me Su?” He asked with like child with large eyes. “Yes, my baby Su.” And he hugged him even tighter.
“Then I’ll call you Chunnie. Su and Chunnie.” Junsu giggled and snuggled to Yoochun’s crock. There he rested for the rest of the night, sleeping soundly and even snoring a few times because he was so tired.
Yoochun fell asleep during midnight and the entire time when he was awake he enjoyed being there on the bed with Junsu. Who knew when the time would come again to let him sleep there without any troubles or worries and simply live in the now.
He looked at the handsome young boy in his arms. Who was this person exactly? To be willing to rest in his arms and even giving him pet name? It was so strange.
Did he like Junsu? Or was it more than like?
***
The nest morning he woke up quite early because someone was snoring beside him. It was more like heavy breathing but it made him alert that he wasn’t alone. And he needed to look a little more before Junsu and he parted again and returned to working colleges.
The angel in his arms was sleeping was so enchanting. His chest rose every time he breathed, as proof that it was real. Junsu beside him was breathing and not some stole corpse resting there.
Yoochun’s cheeks flushed red when the morning urge hit him. It would really be embarrassing if Junsu saw him now. He quickly went to the bathroom to release and took a shower while he was in there.
During that time Junsu woke up and went to the bathroom to pee. He didn’t know that Yoochun was in there and Yoochun didn’t hear Junsu until the younger flushed the toilet.
That’s when both screamed on top of their lungs. Yoochun used his hands to cover himself while Junsu tried to pull up his sweatpants he had borrowed from Yoochun last night.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
After a while both got that screaming wouldn’t help them from the situation they were stuck in both turned away. “Mm… I’m going back to bed.” Junsu stuttered and closed the door behind. Yoochun was still in shock. The water got colder after a while and that’s when he noticed that Junsu was gone.
Outside a troubled Junsu rested his back against the door and held a hand above his mouth.
“I saw Chunnie.” When the thought really dawned to his he squealed like a high school girl. Inside the bathroom Yoochun heard Junsu squeal and he thought it sounded like a dolphin.
“Cute.” He wrapped a towel around his waist to cover himself and then shaved. It was difficult to concentrate after what had just happened. He washed his face with cold water and then shrugged.
When Yoochun returned to the bedroom Junsu was under the sheets and had rolled himself into a big meatball. “Su, you know that you sounded like a dolphin back then? And now you look like a meatball.” He just told the younger what he thought and hoped it would ease the awkwardness between them.
“Hm, I’m going to make breakfast. Come out after you’ve take a shower. Just pick whatever you want to wear from the closet.”
His mind made rewind on its own. He’d rather forget about it but his mind had other plans. In the kitchen he took out a bowl ramen and put cold water on the stove. Then he waited.
Yoochun really wanted to offer something memorable for their first breakfast ever. But he had nothing edible home than ramen.
It was then the doorbell rang. Yoochun figured that it was strange. It was still too early for newspapers and he certainly didn’t order food.
He walked to the door and opened. Behind it revealed a handsome young man, maybe a year younger than him. The boy held a gun and aimed at his head.
Yoochun gulped and his adam’s apple moved. Today maybe wasn’t his day after all.
Pairings:YooSu (manin), MinJaeYunHyun(more), OT5
Rating:Pg-13
Warnings:murder, blood, S&M(maybe)
Genre:horror, dark, life
Summary: What is the real meaning of Family?
Yoochun meets the alluring cousins of Kim at his workplace. Not giving in to the pleasure of flesh and longing of accompany he must solve the Ripper case, which is his mission given by Minister. But everything that has happened around his is just too much of a coincidence.
This is a story of how Yoochun became a member of Family.
It was hot inside the office. Most of his colleges were out in the field searching for any kind of clues, while he sat behind the bars and wasn’t allowed to do any hard work. When Junsu saw his wounds yesterday the young man almost freaked out. Junsu asked him hundreds of times if he was ok and insisted on doing a body check. Which Yoochun so politely declined with assuring words.
Yoochun didn’t want to think back to that night. It left a scar on his pride, his manliness had been threatened and trashed. Only a few second later he would have lost his most precious possession, except his mini Yoochun which he was so proud of.
The smell of lemon and cinder mad him aware of his own presence and faults. It’s almost been half a month and he still hasn’t managed to solve the Ripper’s case. Yoochun wanted to make a good impression on Minister, during his first mission in field. But now it seems like he wasn’t even allowed to step outside by the police department’s captain. He felt worthless sitting here.
His phone rang and he picked up.
“This is the police department of in. homicide. What can I help you with?”
“Yoochun? It’s me Yunho. I was wondering if we could hang out today. I’m leaving tomorrow.”
Yoochun was more than willing to leave this cage but hesitated for a while.
“You know, if you’re busy we can always meet another time.”
“No. Let’s meet up at the red lotus. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Not that Junsu would complain. The boy dotted him and made special exceptions for him. He felt privileged and loved to be special in the younger’s eyes. But that didn’t mean he would abuse this trust. It was just too suffocating inside and he wanted go out and breath some fresh air.
A simple walk.
***
Inside it was kind of husky and dark. On the stage a lone singer dressed in a red slime dress was embracing the crowed with her sensual voice and sent electricity to men who cheered. He searched for Yunho and found the latter sitting close to the stage in the corner.
With confident steps Yoochun walked pass all the ladies offering themselves to him. He couldn’t blame them, their business time at daytime was still not over.
“Hey. What do you think?” Yoochun meant the place but Yunho had another opinion in mind.
“You know… this place is so dark. I don’t think those who live here can ever leave. It’s like a maze. The people here are doomed.
“And you sound like you care?”
“No I don’t. These failures are to blame themselves for not seeing the truth. And I like this place actually. Since I’m not a part of this web, not stuck, then I like it here. I have my freedom and can leave whenever I can.”
“Now you sound like you’re about to marry Brendiz. Why so serious?”
“Yoochun I think we’ve become true friends since last time’s small accident with the cult. So I will warn you. Don’t dig too deep, and then there will be no return for you.”
Yoochun studied Yunho’s immobile figure. Sure he liked Yunho and they had a special bond since the accident last time but what did Yunho mean?
“I’m leaving tomorrow. A new job in Yakima and I’m not sure when I’ll return here. Before I leave there is something you should have.” He handed Yoochun a small USB. “I found it at the party last time in Mr. Lee’s office. Don’t lose it.”
“Thanks.” They sat there for a while and listened to music. Yoochun hummed with the current singer on stage and the suddenly all the lights went off. A lone silhouette dawned and took the microphone in hands. There was no mistake that the voice belonged to a man, even if it might sound like a high baritone and pitched sometimes.
The man sat in a chair, too far from the crowed for anyone to see his face. Slowly the singer shiftened in his seat, moved his legs out and let the crowed see those long beautiful legs. Then used his hands to paint in the air, making gracious movements to allure the crowed.
Yoochun couldn’t help to feel appealed to this singer. Then the dim light almost made the room go black, slowly the singer glided forward, like a snake. A light spot on the stage made everything else so much darker.
The dancer swirled around it and it suddenly looked like a fight between light and darkness, while the singer represented a cold and vicious beauty the light was perfection and needed no tools to fight. Like always the bad lost and the singer was caught in the light.
Like a pang to Yoochun’s heart he saw the singer’s small figure behind a white silky veil that barely covered anything of the fresh and young skin, so smooth and soft. The man lay there with his face turned from the stage.
From where Yoochun sat he saw a single tear drop leave those glistening glass orbs that reflected everything he saw. No more words were said, no song sung and a silent cry made everyone’s’ heart howl.
The light was gone again and when it returned the singer was gone. He felt emptiness within him. He longed for company and wished for a person to embrace when he felt lonely.
How life was like a long mile. Yoochun felt that he stood in the beginning but what he didn’t know was that his mile was coming to an end.
***
“How did it go? Did he recognize you?” The panting singer wanted to shut the younger up. Didn’t he know that he was busy now?
“Baby don’t you need to focus?.” His lower region was being heavily abused but the rough strokes and hard pounding.
“A…h…a… I….. he… doesn’t kn…oooow.” And he let the phone fall off the bed. His limbs had lost all their powers since the strong body held him in an iron grip and refused to let him react.
The bed sheets under him were stained with a red fluid and sweat. Crumpled and almost torn the singer held his breath and awaited the pain. The pain he was so addicted to and yearned for every second.
“Moreeee…ee.” His calves was red and purple, but looking up, his ribs and bellow his nipples red bite marks had ripped open the beautiful white skin and bleb and the other kept thrusting into him. His tights hung over the other’s shoulder, to give a better view and easier to enter.
Just before coming his butt rings squeezed the other painfully, telling him that he was still in control and then both ejaculated together with heavy groans.
“Aaa……….aaaaaaaa.” Heavy pants and shuffling in the bed they both rested. One in the crock of the other and played with his hair.
“That was good. I’ve missed having inside me.”
“I’m good. And I’ve missed being inside you. You suck me up no matter how many times we do it.”
He earned a playful slap. “Be grateful you pervert…this is your heaven.”
***
Yoochun was on his way back home, to his empty apartment. The road was quiet and no cars drove in the alley. Where he lived was considered to be a pretty fancy neighborhood in Brendiz and it wasn’t often crimes were committed here. Mainly because the families ruling the city lived here and who wanted to cause rucks in the lion’s den?
When he neared his portal he saw a single figure standing there and hesitating weather to push the button or walk away. It was Junsu, his little cute angel.
Yoochun sneaked up behind his and covered his eyes and held Junsu close to him. But that was before he was knocked on the face and almost losing his gear to reproduce.
“Omo, I’m so sorry Yoochun. I’m so sorry.” He repeated while Yoochun’s face was flustered red and breathed through his mouth. Yoochun had learnt a lesson tonight. Kim Junsu was not as fragile and powerless as he seemed. Junsu’s small figure had much more strength that he wanted to admit.
Junsu hovered over him on the couch and closely inspected him. “How is your face?” His worried face covered up most of Yoochun’s view in a good kind of way. It made his stomach tingle and his heart beat faster. He wanted to grab Junsu’s face and pull him down to a kiss. A French wet kiss and taste the boy all over. But that was only his own lewd thoughts and he didn’t want to force them upon Junsu.
“Are you ok Yoochun?” It brought him back from his daze.
“Yeah, I’m fine. You didn’t hit me that hard.” Sure right. His face would have another fist
print on it tomorrow. But he didn’t want to worry Junsu more and assured the boy he was ok.
“What are you doing here so late?” When he asked that Junsu cringed beside him and put some distance between his and Yoochun, and slowly turned red.
“If I tell you. You have to promise me not to laugh.”
“I promise.” He looks so cute and adorable.
That’s when Junsu told him the whole story of why he was outside his portal so late at night. When they returned after a day’s field work Junsu wanted to see him. But he wasn’t sure about where he was. He thought it was better to wait until tomorrow but when it got later he couldn’t contain himself. He called the main department 24/7 and used his high rank and found out Yoochun’s address.
Junsu spoke so fast, like he was in hurry and when he was done Yoochun held a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Junsu’s face was as red as a tomato now. His cheeks puffed in an adorable pout. “You promised not to. Hmf!”
“Hahahah. Junsu you are too cute. I’m only happy that you missed me so much to visit me so late in the night.”
“Well. Now that I’ve seen you I should go. See you tomorrow at work Yoochun.”
Junsu walked towards the door and was about to put on his jacket when Yoochun caught him from behind and pulled him back to the couch. Yoochun didn’t know why he did that but he just didn’t want Junsu to leave. He needed that warmth of a human beside him now.
“Yoochun what are you doing?” Junsu had this puzzled face and Yoochun wanted to kiss those round lips. It felt so right to hold Junsu in his arms, it was like they were built for each other. He fitted so well and Yoochun enjoyed this feeling. They were like two pieces of puzzle.
“Can you stay over? I’m feeling lonely.” Yoochun snuggled closer to Junsu’s neck and inhaled the man’s smell. Like a caramel and honey, so fresh like the spring.
“Let’s go to bed.” This time it was time for Junsu to protest and the younger did, hysterically the closer they got to bed. But Yoochun ignored them and threw Junsu on the bed playfully and smiled at him. “Are you sure you want to leave?”
Junsu just pouted even more and averted his gaze. “Hmf, you know what I want already.”
“Sure Su.” Yoochun tackled the younger and hugged him. For Junsu it was like being in the arms of a teddy bear. So big and comfortable.
“Did you just call me Su?” He asked with like child with large eyes. “Yes, my baby Su.” And he hugged him even tighter.
“Then I’ll call you Chunnie. Su and Chunnie.” Junsu giggled and snuggled to Yoochun’s crock. There he rested for the rest of the night, sleeping soundly and even snoring a few times because he was so tired.
Yoochun fell asleep during midnight and the entire time when he was awake he enjoyed being there on the bed with Junsu. Who knew when the time would come again to let him sleep there without any troubles or worries and simply live in the now.
He looked at the handsome young boy in his arms. Who was this person exactly? To be willing to rest in his arms and even giving him pet name? It was so strange.
Did he like Junsu? Or was it more than like?
***
The nest morning he woke up quite early because someone was snoring beside him. It was more like heavy breathing but it made him alert that he wasn’t alone. And he needed to look a little more before Junsu and he parted again and returned to working colleges.
The angel in his arms was sleeping was so enchanting. His chest rose every time he breathed, as proof that it was real. Junsu beside him was breathing and not some stole corpse resting there.
Yoochun’s cheeks flushed red when the morning urge hit him. It would really be embarrassing if Junsu saw him now. He quickly went to the bathroom to release and took a shower while he was in there.
During that time Junsu woke up and went to the bathroom to pee. He didn’t know that Yoochun was in there and Yoochun didn’t hear Junsu until the younger flushed the toilet.
That’s when both screamed on top of their lungs. Yoochun used his hands to cover himself while Junsu tried to pull up his sweatpants he had borrowed from Yoochun last night.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
After a while both got that screaming wouldn’t help them from the situation they were stuck in both turned away. “Mm… I’m going back to bed.” Junsu stuttered and closed the door behind. Yoochun was still in shock. The water got colder after a while and that’s when he noticed that Junsu was gone.
Outside a troubled Junsu rested his back against the door and held a hand above his mouth.
“I saw Chunnie.” When the thought really dawned to his he squealed like a high school girl. Inside the bathroom Yoochun heard Junsu squeal and he thought it sounded like a dolphin.
“Cute.” He wrapped a towel around his waist to cover himself and then shaved. It was difficult to concentrate after what had just happened. He washed his face with cold water and then shrugged.
When Yoochun returned to the bedroom Junsu was under the sheets and had rolled himself into a big meatball. “Su, you know that you sounded like a dolphin back then? And now you look like a meatball.” He just told the younger what he thought and hoped it would ease the awkwardness between them.
“Hm, I’m going to make breakfast. Come out after you’ve take a shower. Just pick whatever you want to wear from the closet.”
His mind made rewind on its own. He’d rather forget about it but his mind had other plans. In the kitchen he took out a bowl ramen and put cold water on the stove. Then he waited.
Yoochun really wanted to offer something memorable for their first breakfast ever. But he had nothing edible home than ramen.
It was then the doorbell rang. Yoochun figured that it was strange. It was still too early for newspapers and he certainly didn’t order food.
He walked to the door and opened. Behind it revealed a handsome young man, maybe a year younger than him. The boy held a gun and aimed at his head.
Yoochun gulped and his adam’s apple moved. Today maybe wasn’t his day after all.