[F45] TO CHERISH, LOVE AND HOLD
Prompt Code: F45
Title:To Cherish, Love and Hold
Rating: NC-17
Side Pairings (if any): -
Warnings: -
Word Count: 5613 words
Summary: Words of forgiveness can’t heal the scar that was etched deep in one’s heart. It might have healed, but the scar remains. It remains as a reminder of one’s painful memory. Fate decides to play a little game between two single souls, after years of separation.
AN: First of all, thank you to the Mods for being ever so patient. You were all so kind and understanding, it really helped me a lot throughout the writing journey. It definitely wasn’t an easy journey writing this fic out, and even thought of giving up on it. But hey, it’s finally complete! The horrible writer’s block was gone and I could finally write this till the end, trying my utmost best to express the feelings portrayed by each character as well as the overall description. Also, thank you to my beta for the ideas she have shared with me to make this story a better one than what was it originally planned for. To the person who prompted this, I hope I didn’t disappoint you and it was to your expectations. If not, I’m so sorry. *sobs* Anyways, enjoy reading it everybody!
The room was filled with a deep melancholic tune, reverberating through the walls of the minimalist apartment, accompanied with the fresh scent of peppermint wafting through. The bright city lights illuminated the dimly lit apartment. Running water from the tap turns off as Kyungsoo stepped out of the bathroom, his perfume a gentle vanilla scent against the calm peppermint scent and hair gelled up neatly. He fixed his ivory tie, straightening his shirt before glancing himself once more into the foot long mirror. He looked presentable. Once he felt like he was ready, Kyungsoo grabbed his keys and luggage bags and headed for the lift connected to his penthouse. Being the only son of the Do’s came with its privileges. Money wasn’t a problem when it comes to the Do’s and everything was well reflected in the way they dressed and lived. Kyungsoo walked passed the few luxury foreign cars before him, choosing the matte black 2015 Lamborghini Aventador, as he cruised passed the hustle and bustle of the Seoul city lights.
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“Kim Jongin, you may be the heir to the company, but if you’re not here in thirty minutes, I swear I will kill you. Your flight is in an hour’s time and you need to get your sweet ass onto this plane or I might lose my job. Your dad has been on a hissing fit since he had arrived at the airport and I am definitely not ready to lose my job, no matter how much I love you.” His best friend as well as personal secretary, Byun Baekhyun, voice laced with exasperation and threat.
“Calm down, Byun. I’m on my way, just caught in traffic. Give me a break, will you? I’m not going to miss my flight. No one leaves behind Kim Jongin,” chuckling through the speakers, with fingers tapping gently against the steering wheel to the beat of the EDM music blasting through the cars stereos.
“The things I do for you, Jongin. You better be grateful at the sacrifices I’m taking to save your little ass.” The call ended and a smile stretched across his bronzed skin. Love you too, Byun.He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring himself, while fingers lingered along his jawline. Bringing the hood of his red convertible down, the cool night breeze blew across his face, hands hung out of the side of his car as he slipped on his shades. Cruising down the road of Tokyo, the heart and soul of Japan, was definitely a sight to behold, with the colourful LED boards, and the music blasting through the speakers of shops that lined the streets. Jongin wasn’t oblivious to the many eyes that turned towards him and he was basking in the attention he was receiving. Nothing has changed and he loved it this way. He lived his life to the fullest, despite the many times he was reprimanded by his father, Jongin wasn’t afraid to try new things. He travelled the world, relishing in the beauty of nature, ones that captured photos doesn’t bring justice to its breath-taking beauty. He was one for adventure, and sitting around in a dusky office room and signing papers just wasn’t his thing. He loved the thrill and adventure. One could describe it as rebellion, but he would rather call it living.
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“Mr Do, your private jet is all ready for departure. It’s set to Male International Airport, and your time of arrival would be at 0730 hours. The meeting with the shareholders and CEO of Paradise Corporation would be at 1000 hours sharp. You’ll have enough time to prepare yourself before the start of the meeting.”
“Thank you, Siyoung. For the rest of my appointments scheduled after the meeting, please push them back to tomorrow morning. I need some time to myself especially after the meeting with Paradise Corporation. God knows how much pressure they’ll put on me, especially with their incessant demands on this measly contract. And please, do not call me Mr Do, Siyoung-ah. It’s feels stuffy and too formal. Just call me Kyungsoo, anything but the name of my father. I’m too young to be compared to that old man. I still have a few more years ahead of me, before I grow bald.” He chuckled as he nestled himself further into the comforts of the fine leather seats of his private jet, loosening the tie around his collar before propping his legs up on the matching black leather footrest.
“I have to be professional at work. And you’ll definitely grow bald in a few more months at the rate you’re working. So why not just get yourself accustomed to being called an old man, shall we?” she smirked while tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the glass screen of her iPad. “I shall give orders to the pilot then to proceed with the departure. Any drinks you may need? Wine?”
“No thank you. I just need to catch some sleep.” He smiled endearingly before watching Siyoung, his personal assistant walked off in her white Louboutin. The lights in the plane dimmed and he closed his eyes to enjoy the nine hours of his much needed rest.
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Haneda Airport, 1015 hours.
Jongin struts his way down the carpeted floorings, dragging his luggage behind him, shades perched on the bridge of his nose, and a smirk plastered on his face as he caught sight of an uneasy Byun standing by his father’s side. His eyes met the doe like pair of the little lad, huffed out a breath of relief as he saw his best friend. Jongin’s father was the exact opposite of Baekhyun’s relieved expression, instead portraying an expression one could compare to soured spilt milk on the dirty sidewalk.
“It’s nice to see you too, dad. Love the attitude. It brings a huge smile to my face.” He stared at his dad in amusement and scoffed before turning towards his best friend and hugging the life out of him, leaving the latter breathless, quite literally. “I told you I’ll be on time,” he winked.
“Listen, I want you to be on your best behaviour there, settle the necessary contracts and leave a good impression on the shareholders. It’s one of our biggest projects, and we are not willing to let this opportunity slip through our fingers. Jongin, you’re the family’s only hope. We’ve worked so hard into building this agency to be what it is now, so don’t disappoint us. And tardiness is not accepted, young man.” Jongin’s father voiced out his concerns while staring hard at his son, watching his expression turn dull, another hushed scoff left his lips.
“Dad, have I ever disappointed you in the past five years? We’ve nothing but settled so many tenders for the agency with my help. Don’t worry, and have a little faith in me once in a while. I have to go now, I’ll see you in two weeks. Take care, dad. You too, Baek.” reaching his palms out to ruffle the brunette’s soft hair, while spotting a frown on his best friend’s face at the supposedly endearing action.
“Take care, son.” Uttering their farewells, Jongin walked off into the departure aisle, the two lonely figures in sight casually walking away. It didn’t take him long for him to settle into the comforts of the business class quarters.
‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We like to welcome you on board this flight from Haneda Airport to Male International Airport. Flight duration is around 9 hours and we are expecting a fairly smooth flight today. Once again, we thank you for choosing to fly with us today and we hope you enjoy your flight.’
Maldives, here I come.
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The tall middle aged man guffawed loudly while gripping his palms tightly around Kyungsoo’s own, wrinkles gathering at the corner of his eyes as he smiled a grin that stretched to each side of his face. Bidding Kyungsoo farewell, the man walked away with the promise of meeting each other again the following morning. It was past noon, and he felt drained to the bones. Padding up the wooden boardwalk, his dress shoes a vast contrast to tourists flopping around the area in comfortable casual footwear. Allowing his mind to wander at the thought of getting some rest in his room, away from his usual routine of sitting by his desk and reading through some of the emails in his inbox, instead he might find the time to read a book or two. Living a less rigid lifestyle, and indulge himself with some peaceful classical music. His thought was abruptly interrupted as he felt someone colliding into his own, the manila folders held in his hands scattered messily all over the wooden boardwalk, a loud thud resonates in his ears as his back slammed against the ground.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and, - I’m so sorry.” Stammering, the former apologized profusely while readily picking up the manila folders. Words uttered by the man went on deaf ears as Kyungsoo felt the pain ran through his spine, a bruise probably forming on his bum as he groaned in pain.
“K-Kyungsoo? Is that you?” He knows my name. It took him awhile to register the voice as the pain slowly subsided. Staring up to look at the latter that collided into him, eyes trailing from the olive toned hand that was offered to him, to the pressed pastel blue shirt. The sunlight blinding him from taking a proper look at the stranger’s face. He knew that voice. It sounded vaguely familiar.
But, what were the odds that he would bump into him miraculously on an island after these past few years - right?
“Kyungsoo? Can you hear me? Hey, are you okay?” He held his breath as he stared at those familiar dark-chocolate coloured eyes. With the sunlight blocked from his sight, as the latter bent lower to stare into his own, his features became more prominent. Olive toned skin, toffee brown hair that was cut short and styled up, a new silver piercing on his right ear.
“J-Jongin. What a coincidence.” Rejecting the hand that was offered, he stood up by himself and cleared his throat while dusting the dirt off his tailored pants.
“Wow! I didn’t expect bumping into you here. On a holiday?”
“Work,” he grabbed the folders that were in Jongin’s hands before whispering a short ‘Thanks’.
“Small world isn’t it?” An awkward laugh left his lips, quietly cursing inwardly at himself as he bit onto his lower lips, palms slowly getting clammy. Questioning his sudden behaviour while standing in front of his ex-boyfriend, years had passed, and Kyungsoo was convinced that he no longer had feelings for the man.
Silence ensued between them. Eyes darting around every corner, while avoiding making eye contact with the male.
“So, it was nice meeting you Jongin. Have-have a great afternoon, I guess?” He walked as fast as his feet could take him, turning round the corner, muttering under his breath repeatedly not to turn back. Jongin stood rooted at the same spot; a smile grazed upon his face as he turned his back watching the shorter male speed walk towards what he assumes would be his room. Who would have thought, that after all these years, he would bump into his ex-boyfriend, quite literally, on a small island in the Maldives.
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The sunlight peeked through the wooden blinds, lighting up the cold hotel room with a gentle white glow, the sound of waves crashing against the shores echoed through the walls. It was 7.30am in the morning and Jongin left his room wrapped in his knitted grey outerwear, as the cool morning sea breeze blew gently against him. His wandering eyes caught sight of a familiar auburn hair a few metres away from him, sitting by the beach, with a book in his hand. His hair soft against the gentle sea breeze, face contorted in concentration on the text. He took gentle steps towards him, the soft sand moulding against the soles of his sandals, and seeping through the gaps between his toes.
“Mind if I join you?” The latter’s eyes were wider than usual, before greeting him with a gentle smile after recognizing who his special guest was, nodding his head timidly at the request.
“What are you doing up so early in the morning?” eyes shifting back to the small, thin book in his hands, as he found himself biting onto his bottom lips, a habit that often happens when he gets the jitters.
“I could ask you the same. Just thought I could catch some fresh air, maybe breakfast too? It feels nice to be far from the hectic city life once in a while. So, what is this that you’re reading, that seems to have you so engrossed in?” he questions as nimble fingers flipped through a page of the book. Seconds passed with no response, as Kyungsoo ponders whether it would be appropriate given the history they had shared together.
Curious, Jongin leaned his body closer towards the smaller male as he tried to take a peek at the finely printed text, slightly distracted by the gentle vanilla scent lingering close, taking a whiff of the perfume that stuck close to the latter’s body. A scent that brought comfort to him, that reminded him of what used to be a perfect relationship between them.
‘I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.’
“A poem. It’s by Sarah Teasdale. A beautiful piece, expressing one’s longing”…”for passionate love.” his gaze lost and focused on the crashing waves against the shore, as the warm glow of the sunlight casted on his face.
He cleared his throat, “So, it’s beautiful isn’t it? The Maldives, I mean. I’ve been travelling around a lot these past few years, seen the beauty of the world. You know, there’s so much more out there that has yet to be discovered.” Slipping his palms in the pockets of his jeans, he pulled out his iPhone and scrolled past a series of selfies and what not, before grinning when he came across a photo he was looking for.
“It’s the Northern Lights. Last year, I was in Finland on a cold winter night. Luckily enough, I managed to catch sight of this beauty here. Took out my trusty old camera and took a few shots of it, although I have to admit, the pictures didn’t do much justice to its beauty. Maybe, if our schedule permits, I can - I can take you there someday. But we’ll be sleeping in igloos though. It’s man-made,”…”glass and all.” Scoffing lightly at his miserable attempt at a conversation, a small flicker of hope within him that the smaller male would take up the offer, although he doubts he would even consider it rather he was preparing himself for a rejection-
“That sounds like a good plan.” An audible mumble was heard amidst the silence of the morning.
“What?”
“Sound like a good plan.” Another soft mumble of words left those plump heart shaped lips.
“I’m sorry-“
“I said, that sounds like a good plan. Are you deaf or something?” Kyungsoo looked at Jongin in the eyes. As feisty as usual, some things just wouldn’t change.
“Great! Yeah, that’s sound really great.” He beamed at the latter, which had his plump heart shaped lips into a smile so sincere and beautiful, eyes shining - a reflection of his true emotions. He was happy. His heartbeat skipped a beat, thumping hard against his chest as his gaze remain fixated on the latter that was staring into the horizon. Who was he to deny that he hadn’t moved on after all these years? Matter of fact, he still cared. He was still utterly and deeply in love with him.
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“Drink?” Jongin held out a glass of red wine, towards the elder.
“When you meant hanging out, you might have left out vital information such as being on a yacht that’s floating in the middle of the ocean far from land and civilization. I’m not even properly dressed for such an occasion.” He waved his hands frantically and glared at the younger male that stood by the edge of the yacht, crackling at his sudden outburst.
“Come on, Kyungsoo. You’re not going to die dressed in boxers and a thin flimsy t-shirt. Besides, we aren’t that far from land, look you could still see the lights from the hotel’s and bar’s blinking away.”
“I hope you trip and fall into the sea, Kim Jongin.” He snatched the glass of red wine from the latter’s grasp and taking a sip. The smooth and gentle aromatic flavour against his taste buds, fitting to the current atmosphere, despite the cold sea breeze piercing through his pale skin and the sound of the calm waters gently crashing against the helm of the yacht, was soothing enough to stop his jitters.
Seconds, minutes, morning and nights - they’ve found themselves being oddly close with each other’s presence, Jongin slowly gaining his attention and trust, cracking up at jokes Jongin would single offhandedly thought of, catching up with each other’s adventures that seemed oddly one-sided since his life wasn’t as exciting or adventurous as Jongin’s never-ending exploration around the world.
Before, his life felt systematic and arranged, he has everything perfectly planned in a particular fashion while depriving himself from a much needed escape. Things started taking a turn, when the new boy in town introduced himself during a particular Science Class, and things progressed from then on, Jongin being the charmer that he is, crept his way through and found a spot in his heart, igniting that tiny spark of confidence within him, to finally enjoy life to its fullest and break away from his dictated lifestyle. Jongin was there by his side, for every single firsts through his adolescent days.
With Jongin, he felt himself, and not the perfect son that everybody tries to carves him to be. Friendship turned into something deeper and complicated. Time just zoomed past them, days turning into months, seasons changed, months turning into years. But somethings just doesn’t quite stay the same. People change, feelings do too. Sweet talks turn into emotionless acknowledgements; closeness turns into space, making love turned into nothing but stress relievers. To say that he wasn’t putting the effort to making their relationship work was an understatement, he tried. So much so, that it started to hurt. Breaking him slowly at every tick of the clock.
One night, Jongin left. Leaving him alone in their shared apartment, curled at the corner of their dimly lit room, blankets and broken vases strewn on the floor, and a broken picture frame of what used to be perfect, laid pathetically, amongst the mess.
Distraught. Hysteric. Losing one’s mind. Empty.
He promised himself never to give his heart away, putting up a cold front, and continued the life his parents wanted him to be. It wasn’t difficult for the Do’s to welcome their only son with open arms. He returned back to his dictated lifestyle, learnt the tricks to achieving a successful empire, and was now on his way to being the CEO of the Do’s hotel industry. After years of separation, fate decides to play a little game, and he was standing on a yatch, with Kim Jongin. He found it amusing at the very least. Countless nights in his hotel room, has he stayed up till dawn, thinking through his choices, wondering whether he should pack up and leave for Seoul, since the contract was almost done, the rest could be settled in Seoul’s office. Yet, he found himself, extending his stay in the Maldives, for reasons unknown to him.
“So?” his reveries were interrupted.
“Sorry? I-I didn’t catch what you said.”
“I said, do you want to join me in the hot tub? I heard they have really good jets. Good for those tense muscles of yours, maybe then you wouldn’t look grumpy and annoyed all the time.” He chuckled as he took off his black t-shirt and settled on his belt, fingers slowly manoeuvring through the buckles. Kyungsoo gulped a tad bit too loudly, as he felt himself flush from the sudden exposure. No doubt has he seen the latter’s body in the past years, but it has been far too long of a separation - and Jongin, definitely visited the gym more often than should. Defined and chiselled upper body, with toned abs were displayed in front of him.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny, Jongin.” Thanking the dim lighting and the pitch darkness of the night with the exception of the white glow radiating from the moon. His flushed pink cheeks went unnoticed by Jongin as the latter stepped out of his pants and dipping his toes into the warm water, before partially submerging himself into the hot tub.
“Are you coming in or what?” Kyungsoo huffed out a loud breath he didn’t knew he was holding, while looking up into the sky.
“Turn around.” Kai scoffed in amusement, as he placed a palm over his eyes assuring Kyungsoo that he wouldn’t take a peek.
However, he wasn’t always a man of his words, his fingers parted slightly allowing a tiny gap between, clear enough to peek through. Kyungsoo pale skin a contrast against the ivory starry skies. Kyungsoo took a peek behind him, and scowled as he caught Jongin offguard as the latter hastily turned his head away, heart thumping against his chest.
“Didn’t I tell you to not peek?” Jongin felt the water rippled against his bare chest as Kyungsoo submerged himself further into the waters, sighing in comfort at the feeling of warm water against his cooled skin.
“It’s not like I can’t see your bare chest under the waters, Kyungsoo.” Taking it as a sign that the former was ready, Jongin let his fingers slide down along his face.
“Besides, we’ve seen each other bare.” The blonde muttered under his breath, gripping the wine glass between his fingers.
“Say Kyungsoo, have you ever tried skinny dipping?”
“No. And never will I try and risk having frozen genitals, or getting it munched off by fishes in the sea. No thank you.” Jongin cackled loudly while Kyungsoo rolled his eyes at the amused man before him.
“You need to be more adventurous, Soo. Step out of that little box of yours; you used to be so much more reckless back in the day.”
“That was years ago. I’ve changed. People change.”
“No, that reckless boy is still hiding within you. I’ve seen it, and you can bet on it that I’m going to bring that boy back.” He smiled before taking a sip out of his wine.
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Kyungsoo flipped around on the mattress, annoyed at the constant vibration of his phone, rattling incessantly on wooden side table. His hands flailed out, stretching to reach the device.
“This better be good,” He squints at the screen to look at the caller ID “, Kim Jongin.”
“Meet me at the beach. Bring a towel as well.”
“Why do I have to go-“the line was cut off and he groaned out in frustration while ruffling his auburn coloured hair - for the guy he knew years ago, hasn’t changed one bit. Just as persistent and ever-so-bothersome. Forcing himself off the bed, he dragged his feet to the bathroom.
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“It’s 4:30am in the morning, Jongin. Normal people, like me, would be trying to get as much sleep as possible. I have a meeting in the afternoon, and right now I just need to go back to bed. Can you just take your damn towel and I can leave you here doing whatever lunatic idea you have planned in that deranged mind of yours.” He shouted across to the boy that stood still with his back against him, his blonde hair standing out in the dark setting around them, the moonlight gentle rays reflecting a soft glow against the male’s skin. Jongin turned around, a smirk portraying mischief, as he walked nearer towards him.
“You know, I thought you would really leave me alone out here.” Grabbing the towel that was hung around the latter’s arms.
“Well, I am leaving. I’m tired and I need to sleep.”
“Join me.”
“Join you in?”
“Skinny-dipping.”
“You can take your naked ass into the waters yourself. I’m getting out of here.” He felt warm hands gripped lightly around his wrist, and glistening eyes that were pleading for him to stay.
“Soo, please. Just this once.”
He thought through his options. He groaned, making a decision wasn’t part of the plan. Jongin’s hands fall to his side, as he took a few steps away from him.
“It’s okay; I shouldn’t force you into doing things that you aren’t comfortable with.”
That simple statement accompanied with Jongin’s disappointed face was enough to make his heart clench in guilt. As to why he felt guilty, he hasn’t had a clue. Was he considering this because he wanted it, wanting to feel the adrenaline rush he had last felt a long time ago? Or, was he doing this for the man that stood before him? Questions rushed through his mind, doubting himself further as the time ticked by.
To hell with this.
“Hey, Jongin. I’m going to kill you in your sleep if anything bad or embarrassing happens. I trust you on this, Jongin.” Eyes that were the windows to one’s soul, and happiness were evident in those brown orbs.
“I promise nothing would happen.”
-
“It’s okay. See, everything is safe. It’s a little bit chilly, but it’s still tolerable.” Jongin muttered under his breath as he swam closer towards the smaller male that had his eyes wide at the cold, teeth chattering slightly.
“You’re crazy. W-we’re crazy.” Kyungsoo breathed out while wrapping his arms around himself.
“It feels nice to be crazy once in a while. We only live our lives once, Soo. This is living. Not hiding behind closed doors of a stuffy office room.”
“The monotonous life I’m living”…”saved me from falling into depression, Jongin. It takes my mind off things, keep myself busy, it…” Jongin could feel the hesitation behind those words. “It takes away the pain.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Words of forgiveness can’t heal the scar that was etched deep in one’s heart, Jongin. It might have healed, but the scar remains. It remains as a reminder of one’s painful memory. That very night when you left, I promised myself never to love or give my heart to anyone else. Built a wall around it. Because it hurts when the one you love, takes a part of you when he steps out of your life. But, that’s history. I’ve moved on, and I’m sure you’ve too.” A tear drop left the corner of his eyes wetting the soft cheeks, glistening under the soft glow of the night. Guilt was an understatement of what Jongin had felt in that point in time.
“No. I didn’t. Spending those times with you here, made me realise that I still loved you.”
“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Jongin. You left. You gave up on our relationship, and walked away. I didn’t ask for any of this.” the latter turned to face him; a strong gaze lingers within those eyes.
“Give me one more chance to redeem myself, Kyungsoo. I wasn’t ready then but I know I’m ready now-“
“How can you be so sure, that you’re ready? Have you even thought this through? You’ve made the same promises before we were together, but you went against it, didn’t you? So, how can you be so sure, you’re not going to bail on the relationship when things get tough? How can I trust you again to have my heart only for it to be broken again? I can’t bring myself to completely trust you. You know, this was a mistake. Me meeting you was a mistake, us spending time together in hopes of just being friends…was a mistake.” Kyungsoo turned around and was ready to leave before he felt firm hands gripped his shoulders. Things happened too quickly when he felt moist lips, a gentle touch against his own.
“Please, Kyungsoo. I can’t bring myself to forget you. I was stupid then but I’ve learnt from it and I won’t hurt you again. I need you in my life.” Jongin’s dark brown orbs staring deeply into his own, as he felt captivated by the dreamy soft look, gentle and careful.
He breathed out against his lips, before moving his lips against the smaller male. Kyungsoo cannot deny that he felt his heart thumping wildly within his caged ribs. His breath heavier as Jongin sneaked in his tongue into his mouth. It felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time. Despite needing to pull away, he felt his body go against his own will as he moved his lips in the same rhythm as Jongin’s own. Pulling and tugging gently at his bottom lips, massaging the tongues together and his fingers gripped harder to the back of Jongin head, soft wet locks playing between his fingers. Jongin’s hands cupped his face, before gliding lower into the water along his bare back, and his hands palming on Kyungsoo’s butt cheeks. Pulling their lower body closer to each other and dissolving the smaller male into pleasure as they grind their crotch, whimpers and Jongin’s rasped voice assuring the male with sweet nothings filled the silent night accompanied with the crashing waves. Kyungsoo gasped in between the heated exchange, his palms pressing hard against Jongin’s back, feeling his body shudder at the pleasure coursing through him, and the deep longing to feel loved again. Biting back his moans, and breath hitching, Kyungsoo pulled away to look at the male before him in the eyes, gazing at the face of the man he is opening his heart to. He placed his fingers against the plump lips of the male, gently pushing his face away.
“We’ll need to take this slow. I need time to get through this. I need to get the assurance that you’re not going to hurt me anymore, Jongin. I can’t afford to be hurt once more, I’m not going to be able to live this through the pain again. I-I hope you understand.”
“I will wait for you for as long as you need, Soo. I’m willing to wait, to redeem myself and prove to you that I’m worth this second chance.” Lips barely touching and breathing each other’s air, Jongin kissed his forehead before pulling him into a hug. “I promise.”
(3 years later)
“Mr Do, Mr Kim is here to see you.”
“Call him in.” He looked up from the piles of document he had yet to look through and placed them neatly at the corner of his mahagony desk.
“Good afternoon, Mr Do.”
“Jongin, what pleasure do I owe to see you this afternoon? Don’t you have documents to sign, or meetings to attend to?”
“I have a deal for you.” Kyungsoo sighed and decided to lean back against his chair, knowing that the now brunette male, was up to one of his lunatic ideas once again.
“What is it this time?” Jongin walked up towards him and stood by his side, his fingertips grazing lightly against the table’s surface.
“I get to steal you away from this office for a couple of days, and you get to experience the time of your life with me?” Jongin smirked, his devilish eyes reflecting a glint of mischief.
“I don’t see how either of those choices will benefit me in either way. I have a lot of work to do with the upcoming General Meeting a few days away, and your offer of an ‘experience-of-a-lifetime’ isn’t tempting enough. So, no I’m not accepting this deal.” He turned his gaze away from the man that stood dangerously close by his side, his strong masculine scented perfume grazing gently against his nose. It was too close for comfort.
“No? And you think,” turning the leather office swivel chair such that the smaller male was facing him directly, “I’ll walk out of this office without sealing this deal?”
“Yup.” Jongin moved his head closer such that his mouth was lingering close to Kyungsoo’s ears, his breath tickling against his sensitive earlobes.
He snickered. “I don’t think you know me well enough. Or should I remind you, Mr Do?” Kyungsoo’s gulp didn’t go unnoticed, so was his tensed shoulder at the familiarity of the tone he was using on him.
“Here’s another. If you’re not coming with me to Finland, then why not we spend some quality time here -right now, on this pristine table of yours, and let everybody know who the real boss is? I can bend you over this desk, and make you scream and plead for me to fuck you so hard, you’ll be limping your way out of this room.” He purred lightly into his ears, his deep voice sending chills to the older male, while the brunette busied himself with leaving gentle feathery kisses along his jawline.
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
THE END.