Breaking the walls [part 6]
Title: Breaking the walls [part 6]
Characters: Minjun/Wooyoung
Rating: R
Word count: 6583
Author's note: I'm sorry you had to wait for so long ;~; I have many excuses, but it doesn't matter lol. And to redeem myself I'm posting a massive chapter this time! Huge thanks to @egle0702 for dealing with my not so perfect grammar and editing the hell out of it lol. PLEASE COMMENT.
Wooyoung puts his phone into his pocket after reading a text from Suzy, assuring him she’s fine and he doesn’t need to worry about her anymore. It’s been more than a week since the incident and her brother was beginning to resemble an overprotective bodyguard slash father. That’s what the last text was about, forcing him to purse his lips. Is he really bothering her that much? Women are difficult to deal with...
Wooyoung almost chokes on his coffee when he passes by a newspaper stand and notices a very intriguing article on the first page.
“Kim Minjun is back in the game”
The architect doesn’t take his change when he buys the newspaper as he hurries to the closest bench and sits down, his eyes glued to the text. Of course, it’s the newest article from Yubin. Wooyoung puts down his coffee and frowns. “This bitch...” He stares at the photo of Minjun’s site, luckily the fence was built faster and there’s not much to see behind it. She must’ve bribed someone to get the information about the whereabouts of Minjun’s new place.
Fortunately, she doesn’t know anything valid about the project; the article contains only a few assumptions. Like, it’s being built way too fast compared to the regular building projects and someone was probably bribed for it to happen so. “Hypocrite.” Wooyoung mumbles. She’s bribing people to get the information as well. So who’s worse in this situation? Still the same dirty trick, no matter what’s the reason behind it.
He scans the text again, speculations about Minjun’s secret business expanding more and more. Most likely it has something to do with Japan as he was seen at the airport a few weeks ago. That woman has really good connections and Wooyoung shudders at the thought of her stalking capabilities. Witch.
“Found anything interesting?” Minjun’s voice makes Wooyoung twitch.
“Can you stop being so stealthy?” He closes the newspaper as Minjun sits beside him grinning. Wooyoung checks his watch and notices Minjun’s a bit earlier than they had initially intended to meet up. Like always, this man is punctual.
“Stop whining. So, how’s Yubin’s article?” He lights up a cigarette.
“I take it you’ve seen it already,” Minjun nods at that. “She’s really determined to uncover all your secrets. And I was impressed she found out about the site.”
“Our little talented Yubin...” Minjun hums briefly. “I should take care of her.”
Wooyoung turns his head to stare at Minjun, drawing the worst case scenarios in his mind. “How..?”
Minjun chuckles, noticing Wooyoung’s ominous expression. “You didn’t want to be involved in my business.” He smirks and Wooyoung’s stomach turns upside down. Minjun looks rather sinister, just like the first time they met and he scared the shit out of the wannabe gangsters. It seems like Minjun notices doubt behind Wooyoung’s wide eyes and he taps his wrist. “She's been a pain in the ass for far too long.” His eyes dart away, meaning he's done with that topic.
“Right...” Wooyoung clears his throat. “Anyway, you wanted to talk about something?”
“Yes,” he exhales. “I’d love to get some help from you.”
Wooyoung’s ego once again is caressed by an invisible hand as he feels pretty honoured to be trusted by this person. Little by little, Wooyoung’s getting closer to the man. Or is it just his imagination? It doesn’t even matter if it’s some shady business or not. Minjun needs his help and Wooyoung’s still feeling indebted to him for saving his sister. “Sure. What is it about?”
“Firstly, how is your relationship with planes?”
Wooyoung sighs as he scratches his collarbone. “It’s possible if I’m on the first class. Economy class with no space and a lot of people would probably freak me out...”
“I can get a private jet if that would be more comfortable for you.” Minjun offers nonchalantly, getting rid of the cigarette.
“Well,” Wooyoung leans back. “If it’s not imposing on you too much....” The architect thinks that if Minjun wanted to get a flying carpet for him it’d be possible too. Limitless resources.
“Great. The thing is, I’m expanding my business in Japan. Just like Yubin wrote except it’s nothing that shady.” He smirks and Wooyoung shakes his head smiling faintly. “I found a business partner there and we’ll be establishing a conference and resort hotel with full-sized luxury facilities and so on. So why do I need you? They’ve got an architect, but I want to bring someone who’d consult me and them, offer something better architecture-wise. I thought you’d be a great and trustworthy consultant for us. Fresh ideas and all. So, how does it sound?”
“I could do that. But won’t they be offended or anything? I mean they probably got the best architect for that matter.”
“No worries. They are my partners, but I’m the investor there. Sure, I bet they got the best architect, but when I told them I’d like to bring someone with a fresh insight they agreed it might be for the best. So, are you up for it?”
Wooyoung reaches out his hand to seal the deal and Minjun shakes it. “I’m in.”
“Perfect. We will leave on Friday morning then.”
“That’s tomorrow.”
“Yes, so cancel everything.” Minjun stands up as Wooyoung sits there dumbfounded. What the hell?
“What if I have said no?” Wooyoung’s slightly bothered by the fact everything’s been arranged already. It’s like Minjun knew he’d accept. Is he so easy to predict?
“I would’ve cried a river.” Minjun chuckles at the younger male and leaves.
The flight is rather comfortable for Wooyoung. The aircraft is small but on the inside it appears to be bigger than from the outside. There are only a few people on-board - a 3-member crew and Minjun with his Japanese relations master Ok Taecyeon. Chansung must be babysitting the remaining gang in Busan.
There's a convertible waiting for them at the Haneda airport and again, Wooyoung's delighted by the fact Minjun's taken care of everything so it wouldn't bother his claustrophobic companion. When they arrive at the hotel, Wooyoung’s amazed by its authentic Japanese architecture. He doesn't have much time to gaze at the details as he drops his bag in his room and they are lead to a conference hall, prepared for the meeting.
Wooyoung feels a bit out of place when five very formal looking men enter the room and he's sitting here with his bleached hair styled up. At least he’s got a black suit on to make him look more professional compared to the middle aged men. He can't even tell which one of them is the architect as he has expected to see an artsy person. Even though their appearance is rather strict, Wooyoung soon feels comfortable and respected (judging from their non-verbal language as Wooyoung's Japanese language skills are quite rusty, also having Taecyeon as a translator is quite a relief).
As expected, the Japanese architect presents a rather impressive project, but Wooyoung's nit-picky personality helps him to find a few things that could be changed for the better. Needless to say, that he feels the king of the night as his opinion is met with a great enthusiasm.
After the trip to the actual building that is about to be reconstructed from scratch, they go back to the hotel restaurant to celebrate the deal. The dishes are so good Wooyoung feels the need to unbutton his pants, but he isn't that drunk to act like at home. In fact, he has skilfully dodged the majority of sake offerings and is in a pretty decent condition, compared to some of Minjun's business partners. Minjun, on the other hand, hasn't had a drop of the alcohol and Wooyoung wonders why. His business partners don't even offer a drink to him.
All plates empty, bottles too, and the dinner is over. Compared to the beginning, Minjun's partners are the opposite from the people they've met during the lunch. The entire good-bye ceremony takes about half an hour and when the Japanese leave, Wooyoung feels like crashing into the corner and sleeping for 24 hours. "Wow, that was a blast. Too bad we didn't go to karaoke with them." Wooyoung notes and hears someone chuckle.
"You don't want to hear Taecyeon sing, trust me." Minjun adds, earning a hurtful look from his subordinate.
"Hey! It's not that bad!" He squeals.
"It is."
"It's not!"
"Trust me, it is."
"Okay, maybe a little..." Wooyoung snorts at Taecyeon.
"It's nice when you admit it like a grown up man." Minjun teases him and Taecyeon just puckers his lips. "Anyway, I'm going back to my room. The plane leaves early, so don't oversleep." He glances at Wooyoung and the latter nods.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." He says as Minjun and Taecyeon stand up.
"Won't you go back to your room?" Taecyeon asks.
"I'm gonna take a walk around the area. I need some fresh air." Wooyoung explains, fanning himself with his hand.
"Don't get lost." Minjun says and they leave Wooyoung alone.
The streets are rather calm in this area, not that many people hanging around. Wooyoung feels content with how things developed today and he was asked for a business card from Minjun's partners. Perhaps he will be lucky enough to get important clients from Japan as well. Connections are always good. But there was one thing that slightly bothered him. Do they belong to Japanese mafia? He couldn't really tell. In any case, they seemed pretty reliable.
Wooyoung's a little bit drowsy but chilly weather feels nice. He checks his phone and there are no new messages or phone calls and he feels slightly abandoned. Or mostly offended by Suzy's last text. He knows she means no harm and maybe he is a bit overprotective, but he still feels guilty for letting that horrible thing happen. And if not for Minjun's help...
Minjun. Wooyoung sighs and kicks a pebble.
How the hell does he stop himself from feeling attracted to the man? The more he tries to change it, the more Wooyoung feels like he's getting deeper. Just like that. He tries to reason with himself by persuading himself this is not the right time and the right person. But no, if he had a tail it'd be fawning every time he sees Minjun and he's more than happy he has no tail. Well, he has another body part that betrays him on lonely nights, but that's easier to hide and handle.
Wooyoung's lost in time when he notices there's less people walking around and he decides it's time to stop being sappy, so he strolls back to the hotel. His head feels lighter and the traces of alcohol are still there, but that walk was definitely refreshing. Exactly what he needs before the sleep.
Right when he's just around the corner in the corridor, Wooyoung hears a familiar voice and something inside tells him to stop. He realises it's Minjun talking on his phone and smoking beside an open window, probably trying to avoid fire detectors or something. Whatever. Wooyoung doesn't really care as he listens to Minjun's muted voice.
"Yes, uncle... I know. She's digging way too deep... Really? I had a feeling he might've been the rat... I understand. So what about her..? Hmm, I thought so too..." Wooyoung hears him exhale the smoke. "I'll tell Chansung to deal with her if that‘s okay with you. He's the best..." Wooyoung peeps through a giant plant at the mobster and he gulps when he sees Minjun wearing a black tank top and sweatpants. He hides again quickly, afraid to be seen as Minjun leans back on the window sill, blowing the smoke with his profile turned at the architect. "Me?" Minjun chuckles. "Sure, I'll show you around the house once it's finished. The architecture is amazing." Wooyoung feels his stomach twist in happiness. "Yeah... So far he seems like a pretty reliable and smart guy, I like that about him." Wooyoung's stomach twists again and he feels like it's trying to tie a knot from itself inside. "Okay, got it. I'll see you once I’m back." Wooyoung's reaction a bit delayed and he's fortunate again, because Minjun's room on the opposite direction from where he's lurking behind the plant. Wooyoung stares at Minjun's shoulders as they leave his field of vision and it's tough to just look at him. Especially after being praised.
A cloud of dust ascends and Wooyoung sneezes as he walks around Minjun‘s site, pretty content with what he sees. The most complicated part of the project is almost done and all that‘s left is interior and a few minor details in the yard. There‘s nothing better than a smoothly running project to Wooyoung and the contractor seems rather satisfied as well. Money is a huge impact for that satisfaction too as the contractor keeps making jokes around Wooyoung about how he’s going to build a castle for himself.
They part when Wooyoung walks inside the house to check on it briefly and he thinks it‘s about the time to call Minjun and tell him the project’s moving onto the final stage. He holds the blueprints of the house to his chest and dials Minjun’s phone number.
“Wooyoung, what’s up?” The mobster answers quickly.
“Hi, just wanted to let you know that we’re moving onto the interior from tomorrow. The first part of the project is done.”
“Amazing news!” Minjun sounds excited, which makes the architect grin. “I guess we should celebrate this.”
“Oh? Really?”
“Of course, it means everything’s going to be finished soon and I can’t wait for it.” Minjun chuckles.
“That’s true.”
“So, how about a dinner tonight? Are you free?”
“Busy till 8PM today, so we could meet around 9?”
“Great, I’ll text you the address. Oh, and get a suit.” Wooyoung can tell Minjun’s grinning.
“Are you taking me somewhere where people use 10 different forks for 3 dishes?” He whines, because high class restaurants are always so confusing. He’d rather have a simple dinner, but it’s Minjun treating him, so...
“I’ll teach you everything.” He laughs at the architect’s frustrations and the latter feels like a village boy. “Till later then.”
He growls and stomps over to his motorcycle. Mrs. Cho’s project has just started and Wooyoung has to make sure everything’s going according to the plan. No doubt, she’s going to ask for a little celebration dinner too. However, tonight’s reserved for someone else.
Fortune smiles upon him as the bus is almost empty and Wooyoung doesn’t feel suffocated, he’s rather relaxed actually. Maybe he is getting better with his claustrophobia? Or it might be because he’s too busy cursing himself (mentally) for being so agitated as if he’s going to marry Minjun tonight. Calm down, Wooyoung thinks. It’s just a celebration dinner. Totally normal. And still, he’s dressed in his best suit, making everyone even the driver check him out as if wondering what this charming person is doing on this cheap bus. Minutes later, he gets off the vehicle.
Composure. Wooyoung inhales and exhales. It’s better now.
He finds the place soon after and Minjun doesn’t notice him at first, smoking his regular poison. Just when Wooyoung stops right in front of him, Minjun blinks with a cigarette stuck between his teeth, staring at Wooyoung wide-eyed. “Sorry, I’m a bit late.”
“Not at all.” Minjun shakes the architect’s hand and gets rid of the cigarette. “You’re not blonde anymore. That’s a surprise. When did you change the colour?” Minjun touches Wooyoung’s dark brown hair briefly.
“Yesterday. Min says I look very macho now.’” Wooyoung chuckles, remembering her expression. Or rather, her yelping.
“Well, you weren’t any less of a macho before, but now I can see what she meant by that. It really looks great. The suit’s nifty too.” Minjun nods to himself slowly and Wooyoung’s head is full of silly ideas again. Thank god he can hide his emotions behind the poker face.
“Thanks. Shall we go?”
“Sure.”
They make their way inside the exquisite restaurant and Wooyoung hears live piano music coming from the dining hall, instantly making the place appear very high-maintenance and classy. Interior’s quite nice too, though Wooyoung would decrease the amount of a few unnecessary details. He’s behind Minjun when they stop at the reception desk. When the mobster inquires about the reservation, Wooyoung’s ears pick up a familiar voice.
“Sure, we have the table ready for you, Mr. Kim.” The receptionist says and Minjun moves aside, allowing Wooyoung to see the person who’s responsible for the front of the restaurant. His heart sinks in an instant.
How long has it been since he last saw that pretty face? It’s even more handsome now, his features giving him a look of a mature man that he is now and Wooyoung’s drowning in a sea of memories, frozen like an ice sculpture. “Junho...” He mutters and the person from his nightmares looks as shocked as Wooyoung. It feels like time stops between them and only Minjun’s voice helps Wooyoung reach the surface again.
“Do you know him?” He asks casually.
“No. I don’t know him.” Wooyoung deadpans and ignores Junho’s grim face. “Let’s go to our table.” The architect glances away as he can’t bear looking at the person who destroyed his life.
Minjun doesn’t pry into this, however, it seems like he’s slightly annoyed, but seconds later the mobster masks it. The waiter comes to show them to their table and Wooyoung can feel Junho’s gaze on his back, but he ignores it. Some evil spirit must be laughing at Wooyoung right now. His mood has definitely gone down.
They’re seated by the window and even the calm piano music seems to be pushing Wooyoung closer to the edge. This has to be a joke. Out of all places Junho had to be working here. What are the odds...?
“You do know him.” Minjun states the fact and Wooyoung’s forced to look at the mobster. Lies aren’t an option with this man.
“I don’t want to talk about this, sorry.” He says and feels like a piece of shit. This was supposed to be a celebration dinner, not a funeral. “Let’s get something to drink.”
As Minjun sighs, Wooyoung feels even worse. It’s obvious the evening’s ruined and asking for a drink so quickly is him trying to escape this. Minjun’s not an idiot, he understands that and Wooyoung can see it. “Fine, what do you want?”
Wooyoung catches Junho looking at him and it’s the last straw really. He has to do something about it. He leans forward, looking as apologetic as possible. “I’m so sorry, Minjun... This... I have to go to the bathroom. Can we leave this place when I’m back?”
Minjun leans back, no emotions reflecting on his face. “Sure.” It’s a bit scary how he’s fine with everything. Or it seems to be so on the surface.
Wooyoung hurries to the bathroom and finds it empty, only 2 stalls inside. He splashes some water on his face, his hands holding onto the sink as he stares at it. Why? Didn’t he have enough of crap in his life already? The bathroom door opens and closes quietly. “I can’t believe it’s you.” Junho says, his hands behind him as his back is glued to the door. As if he’s guarding it, but that’s not the case. Junho’s most likely trying to guard himself. This is the first time them seeing each other after that terrible incident.
“Yeah, I guess someone up above really hates me and decided to make us meet again as a punishment for hell knows what.” Wooyoung scoffs and turns around to look at Junho. “How has life been for you since then? Got a wife? Children? Living a happy life, acting like an innocent victim in front of your parents?”
“Wooyoung...” The hatred in the architect’s voice makes Junho gulp. “I’ve never had a chance to tell you how sorry I am. I realise it now...”
“Oh fuck you!” Wooyoung snaps. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re sorry now! You ruined my life, you sick bastard! Do you know what I had to go through thanks to your fucking Oscar winning performance back in high school? Do you know what I’ve lost only because you were afraid to admit you actually like sucking cock?”
“Wooyoung!” Junho yells, clearly offended, but he doesn’t move from his spot. Wooyoung’s furious and he gets closer to Junho, the latter has nowhere to escape.
“Shut up. Let me get this straight. So, you lie to everyone, telling I’m the one who forced myself upon you. You’re the victim and I’m the offender. My parents disown me, kicking me out of the house and their lives, because they can’t deal with the disgrace of having a faggot for a son. I’m left with nothing but my own despair and hate for you. Junho, I had to fight for everything in my life. I had to get up on my own feet. I was the one whose name was tainted. I was the one who got all the blame. And now you’re telling me you’re sorry?” Wooyoung snorts and takes a step back shaking his head slowly. “You can take your apology and shove it up your ass. I lost my parents because of you. You have no idea what it feels like. You can’t just show up in a fucking bathroom and tell me you’re sorry. Oh no, that’s not how it works.” Wooyoung’s panting as he turns around on his heel, he can’t look at Junho’s face anymore. That glimpse of guilt in Junho’s eyes tears Wooyoung apart even more.
“Maybe... Maybe we could fix it...” Junho mutters and that makes Wooyoung stomp over to him again.
“Fix it?” Wooyoung glances away and scoffs. “You can’t fix something that doesn’t exist anymore. Thank you very much for fucking up my life. Now please leave me alone and go back to your family or whatever.” Wooyoung’s boiling like a giant kettle and when Junho walks closer to him and touches his chest so lightly, it confuses the architect. Is Junho actually touching him? The nerve he has...
“I’m truly sorry. I’ll carry this guilt until the day I die.” Wooyoung doesn’t know if he should believe him or not, for all he knows Junho might be acting again. However, he has to admit that apology looks very honest and it manages to touch Wooyoung in a weird way. Junho turns around and walks to the door and as he touches the handle, he looks back at Wooyoung. “I loved you, but I was too afraid to admit it. You know how the pressure of society works.” The door handle clicks. “I hope you took it all off your chest tonight, but you weren’t the only one who couldn’t fall asleep at night back then.”
Wooyoung’s standing all alone in the bathroom, barely able to think.
He spends there a few more minutes and when he’s decently composed, Wooyoung leaves the bathroom. His face instantly goes pale when he sees Minjun leaning back on the dark blue wall, just a step away from the bathroom. It doesn’t take a genius to understand he’s been standing there for a while. “How much did you hear?” Wooyoung asks quietly, the feeling of humiliation greater than anything else at the moment.
“Everything.” He says and that’s enough for Wooyoung.
The architect storms out of the restaurant, whishing he could restart this day. He feels so angry and humiliated, that it’s impossible to control himself anymore. Wooyoung’s in a deep turmoil and nothing matters at the moment. He ignores Minjun’s voice calling out his name and when he’s behind the restaurant a tight grip on his wrist brings him to a halt as the force almost makes him crash back into Minjun.
He doesn’t spare a glance at Minjun, he just looks away and feels so broken and stomped on he doesn’t care anymore. “Fucking hell, stop for once, will you? Are you a fucking child?” Minjun sounds bitter as well, his grip painfully tight on the younger male’s wrist.
“Don’t call me a child!”
“Then stop acting like one!” Minjun yells back and it gets to Wooyoung as it’s so strange to see Minjun actually angry. The calm facade is gone.
“Boss!” Chansung makes an appearance too and Wooyoung looks away. Right, that’s Minjun chasing after him, the nephew of the SSM leader. He’s never alone.
As Chansung’s about to get in between them, Minjun stops him and grabs his subordinate by the shirt collar with his free hand. His voice is quiet, but Wooyoung hears every word and his order leaves him in awe. “Cancel his tracking. Leave us all alone and I mean it.”
Chansung’s stalling, but as he glances at Wooyoung with a deep crease between his eyebrows, the tall male nods and retreats.
“Let me go home, I think I’ve had enough of humiliation for tonight.” Wooyoung says defeated.
“Hey, I’m sorry about what happened to you, but when I saw him walking to the bathroom I thought you might need help or something.” He explains, however, that doesn’t persuade Wooyoung.
“But you stayed there and continued to eavesdrop, didn’t you?” Wooyoung glares at Minjun, but it’s more of an act of defence now rather than genuine anger. “Listen, I’m going home. Tomorrow we’ll just pretend nothing’s happened. Forget about Junho and all...”
“I’ll take you home.”
“It’s fine, I can catch a bus.”
“No, I said I’ll take you home.” Minjun’s voice imperious and Wooyoung’s too exhausted to argue. He decides to go with the flow and as Minjun feels Wooyoung surrender, he releases the architect’s wrist.
The ride home is quiet as Wooyoung’s brain is overloaded. Not only he has been forced to meet Junho and become humiliated, he’s been exposed as well. Oh, the nightmare... Even if it’s Minjun, who’s always so friendly to him, Wooyoung cannot feel comfortable about this. But then again, the mobster seems rather content with the situation. That is definitely odd, because Wooyoung’s pretty sure homosexuality in a mob like SSM must be a taboo. How they deal with people like Wooyoung? Do they torture them? Wooyoung shudders, as his vivid mind is flooded with macabre thoughts. It doesn’t look like Minjun’s the type of a guy to cut someone’s balls off only because they’re gay. Or maybe it’s just Wooyoung’s wishful thinking.
Why is he taking him home anyway? Wouldn’t it be easier to let him go alone, meet tomorrow and pretend nothing happened? It seems as if Minjun’s dragging himself into this on purpose. What kind of purpose exactly? Being a good friend no matter what? There had to be some sort of a reaction and there wasn’t any. Wooyoung looks at him and the latter seems to be too concentrated to notice it.
No, Wooyoung doesn’t want him to be just a good friend. That’s clear enough. He wants more. But pushing it tonight might end horribly. Should he try it? Isn’t it too dangerous and idiotic? The architect’s heartbeat accelerates as the car stops.
Wooyoung fixes his tie nervously. Should he..?
“Do you want him to get what he deserves?” Minjun’s question draws the air out of Wooyoung’s lungs and he stares at the mobster with his eyes wide open.
“What? No! It’s not- Why do you even care?” Wooyoung’s hand slides down to his own thigh and his fingers dig deep into it. Is he being delusional?
“I’m just offering.” Minjun glances away, avoiding Wooyoung’s bewildered stare.
Then a wild idea slams onto Wooyoung. Maybe he’s wrong, but...
“It can’t be...” He voices out and Minjun’s eyes are focused on his this time. The mobster seems to be puzzled and it adds more fuel to Wooyoung’s racing thoughts. Despite everything, he decides to risk it all. The hell with it. “You’re not shunning me away... We are all alone... Maybe I’m being very delusional, but are we on the same boat? You know what? Before I make this any worse, I’ll just tell you this. If I’m right, just tell me I am right, or nod, whatever. No one will know. If I’m wrong, just let me go. I’ll leave this car and tomorrow we will forget everything about what has happened tonight.” Wooyoung’s feeling like he’s about to win the lottery and the suspense is spiking up all of his senses, but it all dies when Minjun turns his face away from him. That sends a mental blow to Wooyoung’s ego.
Minjun’s letting him go.
Wooyoung shuts his eyes briefly and seconds later he’s out of the car. If he has ever thought he knows what being a complete loser feels like, he’s sure it can’t be compared to what he’s feeling right now. His pride, his self-esteem have been crushed. Who the hell made him spill all the beans? Calling himself an idiot isn’t enough for him and he goes with ‘naive and retarded’ instead.
He wanted so much and got nothing in return. Minjun’s simply being nice to him as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s how he is.
Wooyoung shuts the door to his apartment so loud it scares the cat and Mango hides somewhere instantly. His pet knows when to leave him alone.
He tosses the tie away and the jacket too, and unbuttons half of his shirt to make his chest feel lighter, but it doesn’t help much. Wooyoung leans on the table with his hands, staring down at the sleek brown surface. This day should be erased from the calendar.
A doorbell startles Wooyoung. He turns around and stares at it across the spacious living room.
Wooyoung doesn’t expect much, probably just a neighbour complaining about the noise when he almost destroyed his door a few minutes ago. He’s reluctant to answer it, but there’s that tiny hope... Stop it, you idiot, he thinks.
He exhales and walks to the piece of wood separating his private life from the outside world. When Wooyoung opens the door, he takes a few steps back, barely believing his own eyes as Minjun closes the door behind him and stands in front of his architect.
“It’s not easy for me... But...” Minjun walks to Wooyoung as the latter’s body is numb. When the mobster’s hand touches that unbuttoned patch of skin and draws his fingers lower slowly, Wooyoung’s stomach is full of butterflies, swans, crows and all the living flying things he can imagine. Minjun leans in closer to the younger male’s ear and Wooyoung’s barely able to hold back. “It’s my biggest secret. Sorry for making you feel humiliated and hurt, but I can’t afford to ruin my image. Not in public.” He pulls away slightly to look at Wooyoung’s face as it changes from shocked to... Determined.
“I should punch you at least once...” Wooyoung chins up. “But your hand on my chest is convincing me to take other measures.” A wave of heat surges through Wooyoung’s groin.
“You are pretty cocky in person, huh?” Minjun smirks.
“Just like you, I don’t expose myself completely outside this apartment. So can we skip the talk and-” Wooyoung’s mouth is shut by Minjun’s lips and god, does it feel like a dream coming true. So many nights dreaming about this, touching himself and imaging it’s Minjun making him sweat, it’s all real now.
Their kiss is fervent, nothing gentle about it, but it’s how Wooyoung likes it the best. He circles his arms around Minjun’s neck, enjoying every inch of his lips and tongue. “Bedroom.” Wooyoung manages to say when Minjun’s lips travel down his neck, his hand undoing the remaining buttons and leaving the architect shirtless.
“Are we going all the way?” He asks, that smug grin on his face arousing Wooyoung even more as they stumble across the floor to the bedroom.
“Of course, I’ve been living like a monk for way too long.” Wooyoung pushes him to the bed and Minjun sits back. He bites on his lower lip, looking at Wooyoung removing his pants.
“And I thought you’d be more modest...” Minjun loosens up his own tie and Wooyoung helps him with all the buttons as his groin is burning in anticipation. When Minjun’s half naked, the architect pushes him down and takes off his pants. Wooyoung crawls over Minjun and straddles the man, relishing in the view beneath him.
Now he can see the tattoo perfectly. Seven black stars scattered randomly on the mobster’s chest. “Do you know how hot that tattoo looks on you?” Wooyoung leans down and kisses all the stars.
“Not until now,” he grins satisfied and pulls up Wooyoung to face him. “Who tops? I really hate lying like this, you know...”
“Bossy in all aspects...” He hums into the older male’s ear, grinding their clothed erections. Minjun’s gasp at his neck makes him harder and Wooyoung feels like he’s up for submitting to him tonight. “You win this time.”
“Hmm, thought so...” Minjun quickly switches their positions and now Wooyoung’s beneath him, eager to be pleased. Minjun bites on his earlobe gently and when their lips reconnect again, the mobster’s hand cups Wooyoung quite roughly and the latter gasps soundly into the kiss.
From that point onwards everything’s like in a daze, but at the same time Wooyoung relishes in every sensation sent all over his body. Soon their underwear fly off and Minjun’s skilful tongue travels down Wooyoung’s sculpted torso.
The pleasure’s doubled when Minjun’s tongue starts working on his erection and Wooyoung’s feeling as if he’s going to explode soon. There’s some magic happening between his legs and he stops Minjun on time as he wants to cum together with him. “In the drawer...” He’s given a few moments to re-collect himself while his partner grabs the lube and condom from the night table. During that short period of time he realises he’s really here with Minjun about to go all the way. That’s unbelievable, he manages to think before Minjun starts stretching him slowly.
Minjun’s lips help to distract the attention from what’s happening down there, but it’s been so long it takes a while for Wooyoung to relax. Nevertheless, Minjun takes time and caresses him carefully, showing a caring side that Wooyoung loves so much. He doesn’t know how Minjun treats other people he has sex with, but this feels amazing. It not that often a partner takes that much time and acts selfless, but that’s how Minjun is treating him right now.
“Wooyoung,” Minjun caresses the architect’s inner thigh slowly as he leans down and kisses him. Wooyoung’s burning and he can feel the tip grazing at the entrance, thus his breathing gets faster in anticipation. “Hold on to me.”
“Alright, boss.” He smiles and clings onto Minjun’s warm shoulders. “Ahh...” Wooyoung moans as he’s being filled bit by bit, while Minjun adjusts the angle to make them both feel great. “God, I’m feeling like a virgin.”
Minjun chuckles at him. “Let me find that magic button and you won’t even have the time to think about it...”
“Go for it.” Wooyoung’s grip tightens and he’s sure there will be marks on Minjun’s shoulders later.
Minjun starts moving faster, extracting more sounds of satisfaction from Wooyoung, but he doesn’t miss that time when Wooyoung clenches around him so hard, completely voiceless and he knows he’s hit the spot. He pounds harder into the man moving together below him and notices Wooyoung’s pre-cum gathering on the tip of his cock.
He pulls up Wooyoung onto his lap and makes him bounce up and down, kissing each other passionately, but the kiss is broken soon as Wooyoung’s the first one to cum. He didn’t even need to touch himself. A few more moves and it’s all over as Minjun reclines his head back in utmost pleasure.
They lie down, slowly coming down from their high. Wooyoung rolls on his side and stares at Minjun’s profile in silence, not so sure anymore how to act now. Everything happened so fast as they both were dazed by lust. Though it’s more than that to Wooyoung, he can’t be sure what it means to Minjun and that hinders him. Are they going to be friends with benefits? Maybe this is it?
When Wooyoung closes his eyes and sighs, there’s a warm hand in his intertwining their fingers. The architect open his eyes and finds Minjun looking at him with a soft expression on his face. “Are you staying for the night?” Wooyoung asks.
“I can’t. Not until I move into my house.” Minjun smiles, but he seems a bit conflicted behind his warm eyes. “I can stay for a few more hours. Just go to sleep, I’ll leave on my own.”
“Are you living with your uncle? That’s why?” Wooyoung notices a brief change in Minjun’s face; he’s troubled. Maybe he shouldn’t be asking personal questions. Yet.
“You realise this, what happened here, must never leave this apartment. I have to live up to my reputation and being gay must stay secret. I’m sure you know that, right?” Minjun releases Wooyoung’s hand and rolls on his side as well to face the latter.
“Of course.”
“Uncle knows about my sexuality. Taecyeon and Chansung too. They’re here to help me, to cover up for me. However, I’m still proving I’m worthy of my status to my uncle. He decided to ignore my sexuality for the sake of the mob. Being an excellent part of SSM is my main goal so I wouldn’t get demoted. There was one condition from my uncle though. Until I’m able to get my own house, I must always come back to his place to make sure I’m doing my part. If I’m abroad, I must call him every night and report. ” Minjun falls silent for a bit to let the information sink in. “Me moving out is a proof I’m ready to be fully responsible for my own actions. It also means a promotion. If I ever fail SSM and my uncle because of my foul reputation, meaning being exposed, I’ll be expelled from Korea. If I weren’t a family member, I’d be killed. Honour is the keyword in my family and no one’s allowed to disgrace it. Even if I’m doing everything perfectly.” Minjun ends the explanation and rubs his eyes as he feels tired.
“That’s a lot of pressure...” Wooyoung contemplates whether he’d ever be able to be in Minjun’s shoes, because it sounds like handling so much stress. It must get to Minjun, but it doesn’t show on him. Maybe that’s why he’s smoking so much? “Your secret’s safe with me. No matter what. I won’t be an asshole, who...” Junho’s face appears before his eyes for a second.
“I know.” Minjun doesn’t say anything else. He just stares at Wooyoung and the latter cannot help himself but devour the mobster’s lips once again. He’s so addictive. Just like a cigarette.
Wooyoung understands now that the conversation with Junho influenced Minjun to do what he did. If he didn’t get a hold of that knowledge, this probably would’ve never happened. Wooyoung has no idea what’s ahead of them, but for now, he thanks Junho.
When he wakes up in the morning, there’s a note left on the pillow.
You should buy more lube.
Characters: Minjun/Wooyoung
Rating: R
Word count: 6583
Author's note: I'm sorry you had to wait for so long ;~; I have many excuses, but it doesn't matter lol. And to redeem myself I'm posting a massive chapter this time! Huge thanks to @egle0702 for dealing with my not so perfect grammar and editing the hell out of it lol. PLEASE COMMENT.
Wooyoung puts his phone into his pocket after reading a text from Suzy, assuring him she’s fine and he doesn’t need to worry about her anymore. It’s been more than a week since the incident and her brother was beginning to resemble an overprotective bodyguard slash father. That’s what the last text was about, forcing him to purse his lips. Is he really bothering her that much? Women are difficult to deal with...
Wooyoung almost chokes on his coffee when he passes by a newspaper stand and notices a very intriguing article on the first page.
“Kim Minjun is back in the game”
The architect doesn’t take his change when he buys the newspaper as he hurries to the closest bench and sits down, his eyes glued to the text. Of course, it’s the newest article from Yubin. Wooyoung puts down his coffee and frowns. “This bitch...” He stares at the photo of Minjun’s site, luckily the fence was built faster and there’s not much to see behind it. She must’ve bribed someone to get the information about the whereabouts of Minjun’s new place.
Fortunately, she doesn’t know anything valid about the project; the article contains only a few assumptions. Like, it’s being built way too fast compared to the regular building projects and someone was probably bribed for it to happen so. “Hypocrite.” Wooyoung mumbles. She’s bribing people to get the information as well. So who’s worse in this situation? Still the same dirty trick, no matter what’s the reason behind it.
He scans the text again, speculations about Minjun’s secret business expanding more and more. Most likely it has something to do with Japan as he was seen at the airport a few weeks ago. That woman has really good connections and Wooyoung shudders at the thought of her stalking capabilities. Witch.
“Found anything interesting?” Minjun’s voice makes Wooyoung twitch.
“Can you stop being so stealthy?” He closes the newspaper as Minjun sits beside him grinning. Wooyoung checks his watch and notices Minjun’s a bit earlier than they had initially intended to meet up. Like always, this man is punctual.
“Stop whining. So, how’s Yubin’s article?” He lights up a cigarette.
“I take it you’ve seen it already,” Minjun nods at that. “She’s really determined to uncover all your secrets. And I was impressed she found out about the site.”
“Our little talented Yubin...” Minjun hums briefly. “I should take care of her.”
Wooyoung turns his head to stare at Minjun, drawing the worst case scenarios in his mind. “How..?”
Minjun chuckles, noticing Wooyoung’s ominous expression. “You didn’t want to be involved in my business.” He smirks and Wooyoung’s stomach turns upside down. Minjun looks rather sinister, just like the first time they met and he scared the shit out of the wannabe gangsters. It seems like Minjun notices doubt behind Wooyoung’s wide eyes and he taps his wrist. “She's been a pain in the ass for far too long.” His eyes dart away, meaning he's done with that topic.
“Right...” Wooyoung clears his throat. “Anyway, you wanted to talk about something?”
“Yes,” he exhales. “I’d love to get some help from you.”
Wooyoung’s ego once again is caressed by an invisible hand as he feels pretty honoured to be trusted by this person. Little by little, Wooyoung’s getting closer to the man. Or is it just his imagination? It doesn’t even matter if it’s some shady business or not. Minjun needs his help and Wooyoung’s still feeling indebted to him for saving his sister. “Sure. What is it about?”
“Firstly, how is your relationship with planes?”
Wooyoung sighs as he scratches his collarbone. “It’s possible if I’m on the first class. Economy class with no space and a lot of people would probably freak me out...”
“I can get a private jet if that would be more comfortable for you.” Minjun offers nonchalantly, getting rid of the cigarette.
“Well,” Wooyoung leans back. “If it’s not imposing on you too much....” The architect thinks that if Minjun wanted to get a flying carpet for him it’d be possible too. Limitless resources.
“Great. The thing is, I’m expanding my business in Japan. Just like Yubin wrote except it’s nothing that shady.” He smirks and Wooyoung shakes his head smiling faintly. “I found a business partner there and we’ll be establishing a conference and resort hotel with full-sized luxury facilities and so on. So why do I need you? They’ve got an architect, but I want to bring someone who’d consult me and them, offer something better architecture-wise. I thought you’d be a great and trustworthy consultant for us. Fresh ideas and all. So, how does it sound?”
“I could do that. But won’t they be offended or anything? I mean they probably got the best architect for that matter.”
“No worries. They are my partners, but I’m the investor there. Sure, I bet they got the best architect, but when I told them I’d like to bring someone with a fresh insight they agreed it might be for the best. So, are you up for it?”
Wooyoung reaches out his hand to seal the deal and Minjun shakes it. “I’m in.”
“Perfect. We will leave on Friday morning then.”
“That’s tomorrow.”
“Yes, so cancel everything.” Minjun stands up as Wooyoung sits there dumbfounded. What the hell?
“What if I have said no?” Wooyoung’s slightly bothered by the fact everything’s been arranged already. It’s like Minjun knew he’d accept. Is he so easy to predict?
“I would’ve cried a river.” Minjun chuckles at the younger male and leaves.
The flight is rather comfortable for Wooyoung. The aircraft is small but on the inside it appears to be bigger than from the outside. There are only a few people on-board - a 3-member crew and Minjun with his Japanese relations master Ok Taecyeon. Chansung must be babysitting the remaining gang in Busan.
There's a convertible waiting for them at the Haneda airport and again, Wooyoung's delighted by the fact Minjun's taken care of everything so it wouldn't bother his claustrophobic companion. When they arrive at the hotel, Wooyoung’s amazed by its authentic Japanese architecture. He doesn't have much time to gaze at the details as he drops his bag in his room and they are lead to a conference hall, prepared for the meeting.
Wooyoung feels a bit out of place when five very formal looking men enter the room and he's sitting here with his bleached hair styled up. At least he’s got a black suit on to make him look more professional compared to the middle aged men. He can't even tell which one of them is the architect as he has expected to see an artsy person. Even though their appearance is rather strict, Wooyoung soon feels comfortable and respected (judging from their non-verbal language as Wooyoung's Japanese language skills are quite rusty, also having Taecyeon as a translator is quite a relief).
As expected, the Japanese architect presents a rather impressive project, but Wooyoung's nit-picky personality helps him to find a few things that could be changed for the better. Needless to say, that he feels the king of the night as his opinion is met with a great enthusiasm.
After the trip to the actual building that is about to be reconstructed from scratch, they go back to the hotel restaurant to celebrate the deal. The dishes are so good Wooyoung feels the need to unbutton his pants, but he isn't that drunk to act like at home. In fact, he has skilfully dodged the majority of sake offerings and is in a pretty decent condition, compared to some of Minjun's business partners. Minjun, on the other hand, hasn't had a drop of the alcohol and Wooyoung wonders why. His business partners don't even offer a drink to him.
All plates empty, bottles too, and the dinner is over. Compared to the beginning, Minjun's partners are the opposite from the people they've met during the lunch. The entire good-bye ceremony takes about half an hour and when the Japanese leave, Wooyoung feels like crashing into the corner and sleeping for 24 hours. "Wow, that was a blast. Too bad we didn't go to karaoke with them." Wooyoung notes and hears someone chuckle.
"You don't want to hear Taecyeon sing, trust me." Minjun adds, earning a hurtful look from his subordinate.
"Hey! It's not that bad!" He squeals.
"It is."
"It's not!"
"Trust me, it is."
"Okay, maybe a little..." Wooyoung snorts at Taecyeon.
"It's nice when you admit it like a grown up man." Minjun teases him and Taecyeon just puckers his lips. "Anyway, I'm going back to my room. The plane leaves early, so don't oversleep." He glances at Wooyoung and the latter nods.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." He says as Minjun and Taecyeon stand up.
"Won't you go back to your room?" Taecyeon asks.
"I'm gonna take a walk around the area. I need some fresh air." Wooyoung explains, fanning himself with his hand.
"Don't get lost." Minjun says and they leave Wooyoung alone.
The streets are rather calm in this area, not that many people hanging around. Wooyoung feels content with how things developed today and he was asked for a business card from Minjun's partners. Perhaps he will be lucky enough to get important clients from Japan as well. Connections are always good. But there was one thing that slightly bothered him. Do they belong to Japanese mafia? He couldn't really tell. In any case, they seemed pretty reliable.
Wooyoung's a little bit drowsy but chilly weather feels nice. He checks his phone and there are no new messages or phone calls and he feels slightly abandoned. Or mostly offended by Suzy's last text. He knows she means no harm and maybe he is a bit overprotective, but he still feels guilty for letting that horrible thing happen. And if not for Minjun's help...
Minjun. Wooyoung sighs and kicks a pebble.
How the hell does he stop himself from feeling attracted to the man? The more he tries to change it, the more Wooyoung feels like he's getting deeper. Just like that. He tries to reason with himself by persuading himself this is not the right time and the right person. But no, if he had a tail it'd be fawning every time he sees Minjun and he's more than happy he has no tail. Well, he has another body part that betrays him on lonely nights, but that's easier to hide and handle.
Wooyoung's lost in time when he notices there's less people walking around and he decides it's time to stop being sappy, so he strolls back to the hotel. His head feels lighter and the traces of alcohol are still there, but that walk was definitely refreshing. Exactly what he needs before the sleep.
Right when he's just around the corner in the corridor, Wooyoung hears a familiar voice and something inside tells him to stop. He realises it's Minjun talking on his phone and smoking beside an open window, probably trying to avoid fire detectors or something. Whatever. Wooyoung doesn't really care as he listens to Minjun's muted voice.
"Yes, uncle... I know. She's digging way too deep... Really? I had a feeling he might've been the rat... I understand. So what about her..? Hmm, I thought so too..." Wooyoung hears him exhale the smoke. "I'll tell Chansung to deal with her if that‘s okay with you. He's the best..." Wooyoung peeps through a giant plant at the mobster and he gulps when he sees Minjun wearing a black tank top and sweatpants. He hides again quickly, afraid to be seen as Minjun leans back on the window sill, blowing the smoke with his profile turned at the architect. "Me?" Minjun chuckles. "Sure, I'll show you around the house once it's finished. The architecture is amazing." Wooyoung feels his stomach twist in happiness. "Yeah... So far he seems like a pretty reliable and smart guy, I like that about him." Wooyoung's stomach twists again and he feels like it's trying to tie a knot from itself inside. "Okay, got it. I'll see you once I’m back." Wooyoung's reaction a bit delayed and he's fortunate again, because Minjun's room on the opposite direction from where he's lurking behind the plant. Wooyoung stares at Minjun's shoulders as they leave his field of vision and it's tough to just look at him. Especially after being praised.
A cloud of dust ascends and Wooyoung sneezes as he walks around Minjun‘s site, pretty content with what he sees. The most complicated part of the project is almost done and all that‘s left is interior and a few minor details in the yard. There‘s nothing better than a smoothly running project to Wooyoung and the contractor seems rather satisfied as well. Money is a huge impact for that satisfaction too as the contractor keeps making jokes around Wooyoung about how he’s going to build a castle for himself.
They part when Wooyoung walks inside the house to check on it briefly and he thinks it‘s about the time to call Minjun and tell him the project’s moving onto the final stage. He holds the blueprints of the house to his chest and dials Minjun’s phone number.
“Wooyoung, what’s up?” The mobster answers quickly.
“Hi, just wanted to let you know that we’re moving onto the interior from tomorrow. The first part of the project is done.”
“Amazing news!” Minjun sounds excited, which makes the architect grin. “I guess we should celebrate this.”
“Oh? Really?”
“Of course, it means everything’s going to be finished soon and I can’t wait for it.” Minjun chuckles.
“That’s true.”
“So, how about a dinner tonight? Are you free?”
“Busy till 8PM today, so we could meet around 9?”
“Great, I’ll text you the address. Oh, and get a suit.” Wooyoung can tell Minjun’s grinning.
“Are you taking me somewhere where people use 10 different forks for 3 dishes?” He whines, because high class restaurants are always so confusing. He’d rather have a simple dinner, but it’s Minjun treating him, so...
“I’ll teach you everything.” He laughs at the architect’s frustrations and the latter feels like a village boy. “Till later then.”
He growls and stomps over to his motorcycle. Mrs. Cho’s project has just started and Wooyoung has to make sure everything’s going according to the plan. No doubt, she’s going to ask for a little celebration dinner too. However, tonight’s reserved for someone else.
Fortune smiles upon him as the bus is almost empty and Wooyoung doesn’t feel suffocated, he’s rather relaxed actually. Maybe he is getting better with his claustrophobia? Or it might be because he’s too busy cursing himself (mentally) for being so agitated as if he’s going to marry Minjun tonight. Calm down, Wooyoung thinks. It’s just a celebration dinner. Totally normal. And still, he’s dressed in his best suit, making everyone even the driver check him out as if wondering what this charming person is doing on this cheap bus. Minutes later, he gets off the vehicle.
Composure. Wooyoung inhales and exhales. It’s better now.
He finds the place soon after and Minjun doesn’t notice him at first, smoking his regular poison. Just when Wooyoung stops right in front of him, Minjun blinks with a cigarette stuck between his teeth, staring at Wooyoung wide-eyed. “Sorry, I’m a bit late.”
“Not at all.” Minjun shakes the architect’s hand and gets rid of the cigarette. “You’re not blonde anymore. That’s a surprise. When did you change the colour?” Minjun touches Wooyoung’s dark brown hair briefly.
“Yesterday. Min says I look very macho now.’” Wooyoung chuckles, remembering her expression. Or rather, her yelping.
“Well, you weren’t any less of a macho before, but now I can see what she meant by that. It really looks great. The suit’s nifty too.” Minjun nods to himself slowly and Wooyoung’s head is full of silly ideas again. Thank god he can hide his emotions behind the poker face.
“Thanks. Shall we go?”
“Sure.”
They make their way inside the exquisite restaurant and Wooyoung hears live piano music coming from the dining hall, instantly making the place appear very high-maintenance and classy. Interior’s quite nice too, though Wooyoung would decrease the amount of a few unnecessary details. He’s behind Minjun when they stop at the reception desk. When the mobster inquires about the reservation, Wooyoung’s ears pick up a familiar voice.
“Sure, we have the table ready for you, Mr. Kim.” The receptionist says and Minjun moves aside, allowing Wooyoung to see the person who’s responsible for the front of the restaurant. His heart sinks in an instant.
How long has it been since he last saw that pretty face? It’s even more handsome now, his features giving him a look of a mature man that he is now and Wooyoung’s drowning in a sea of memories, frozen like an ice sculpture. “Junho...” He mutters and the person from his nightmares looks as shocked as Wooyoung. It feels like time stops between them and only Minjun’s voice helps Wooyoung reach the surface again.
“Do you know him?” He asks casually.
“No. I don’t know him.” Wooyoung deadpans and ignores Junho’s grim face. “Let’s go to our table.” The architect glances away as he can’t bear looking at the person who destroyed his life.
Minjun doesn’t pry into this, however, it seems like he’s slightly annoyed, but seconds later the mobster masks it. The waiter comes to show them to their table and Wooyoung can feel Junho’s gaze on his back, but he ignores it. Some evil spirit must be laughing at Wooyoung right now. His mood has definitely gone down.
They’re seated by the window and even the calm piano music seems to be pushing Wooyoung closer to the edge. This has to be a joke. Out of all places Junho had to be working here. What are the odds...?
“You do know him.” Minjun states the fact and Wooyoung’s forced to look at the mobster. Lies aren’t an option with this man.
“I don’t want to talk about this, sorry.” He says and feels like a piece of shit. This was supposed to be a celebration dinner, not a funeral. “Let’s get something to drink.”
As Minjun sighs, Wooyoung feels even worse. It’s obvious the evening’s ruined and asking for a drink so quickly is him trying to escape this. Minjun’s not an idiot, he understands that and Wooyoung can see it. “Fine, what do you want?”
Wooyoung catches Junho looking at him and it’s the last straw really. He has to do something about it. He leans forward, looking as apologetic as possible. “I’m so sorry, Minjun... This... I have to go to the bathroom. Can we leave this place when I’m back?”
Minjun leans back, no emotions reflecting on his face. “Sure.” It’s a bit scary how he’s fine with everything. Or it seems to be so on the surface.
Wooyoung hurries to the bathroom and finds it empty, only 2 stalls inside. He splashes some water on his face, his hands holding onto the sink as he stares at it. Why? Didn’t he have enough of crap in his life already? The bathroom door opens and closes quietly. “I can’t believe it’s you.” Junho says, his hands behind him as his back is glued to the door. As if he’s guarding it, but that’s not the case. Junho’s most likely trying to guard himself. This is the first time them seeing each other after that terrible incident.
“Yeah, I guess someone up above really hates me and decided to make us meet again as a punishment for hell knows what.” Wooyoung scoffs and turns around to look at Junho. “How has life been for you since then? Got a wife? Children? Living a happy life, acting like an innocent victim in front of your parents?”
“Wooyoung...” The hatred in the architect’s voice makes Junho gulp. “I’ve never had a chance to tell you how sorry I am. I realise it now...”
“Oh fuck you!” Wooyoung snaps. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re sorry now! You ruined my life, you sick bastard! Do you know what I had to go through thanks to your fucking Oscar winning performance back in high school? Do you know what I’ve lost only because you were afraid to admit you actually like sucking cock?”
“Wooyoung!” Junho yells, clearly offended, but he doesn’t move from his spot. Wooyoung’s furious and he gets closer to Junho, the latter has nowhere to escape.
“Shut up. Let me get this straight. So, you lie to everyone, telling I’m the one who forced myself upon you. You’re the victim and I’m the offender. My parents disown me, kicking me out of the house and their lives, because they can’t deal with the disgrace of having a faggot for a son. I’m left with nothing but my own despair and hate for you. Junho, I had to fight for everything in my life. I had to get up on my own feet. I was the one whose name was tainted. I was the one who got all the blame. And now you’re telling me you’re sorry?” Wooyoung snorts and takes a step back shaking his head slowly. “You can take your apology and shove it up your ass. I lost my parents because of you. You have no idea what it feels like. You can’t just show up in a fucking bathroom and tell me you’re sorry. Oh no, that’s not how it works.” Wooyoung’s panting as he turns around on his heel, he can’t look at Junho’s face anymore. That glimpse of guilt in Junho’s eyes tears Wooyoung apart even more.
“Maybe... Maybe we could fix it...” Junho mutters and that makes Wooyoung stomp over to him again.
“Fix it?” Wooyoung glances away and scoffs. “You can’t fix something that doesn’t exist anymore. Thank you very much for fucking up my life. Now please leave me alone and go back to your family or whatever.” Wooyoung’s boiling like a giant kettle and when Junho walks closer to him and touches his chest so lightly, it confuses the architect. Is Junho actually touching him? The nerve he has...
“I’m truly sorry. I’ll carry this guilt until the day I die.” Wooyoung doesn’t know if he should believe him or not, for all he knows Junho might be acting again. However, he has to admit that apology looks very honest and it manages to touch Wooyoung in a weird way. Junho turns around and walks to the door and as he touches the handle, he looks back at Wooyoung. “I loved you, but I was too afraid to admit it. You know how the pressure of society works.” The door handle clicks. “I hope you took it all off your chest tonight, but you weren’t the only one who couldn’t fall asleep at night back then.”
Wooyoung’s standing all alone in the bathroom, barely able to think.
He spends there a few more minutes and when he’s decently composed, Wooyoung leaves the bathroom. His face instantly goes pale when he sees Minjun leaning back on the dark blue wall, just a step away from the bathroom. It doesn’t take a genius to understand he’s been standing there for a while. “How much did you hear?” Wooyoung asks quietly, the feeling of humiliation greater than anything else at the moment.
“Everything.” He says and that’s enough for Wooyoung.
The architect storms out of the restaurant, whishing he could restart this day. He feels so angry and humiliated, that it’s impossible to control himself anymore. Wooyoung’s in a deep turmoil and nothing matters at the moment. He ignores Minjun’s voice calling out his name and when he’s behind the restaurant a tight grip on his wrist brings him to a halt as the force almost makes him crash back into Minjun.
He doesn’t spare a glance at Minjun, he just looks away and feels so broken and stomped on he doesn’t care anymore. “Fucking hell, stop for once, will you? Are you a fucking child?” Minjun sounds bitter as well, his grip painfully tight on the younger male’s wrist.
“Don’t call me a child!”
“Then stop acting like one!” Minjun yells back and it gets to Wooyoung as it’s so strange to see Minjun actually angry. The calm facade is gone.
“Boss!” Chansung makes an appearance too and Wooyoung looks away. Right, that’s Minjun chasing after him, the nephew of the SSM leader. He’s never alone.
As Chansung’s about to get in between them, Minjun stops him and grabs his subordinate by the shirt collar with his free hand. His voice is quiet, but Wooyoung hears every word and his order leaves him in awe. “Cancel his tracking. Leave us all alone and I mean it.”
Chansung’s stalling, but as he glances at Wooyoung with a deep crease between his eyebrows, the tall male nods and retreats.
“Let me go home, I think I’ve had enough of humiliation for tonight.” Wooyoung says defeated.
“Hey, I’m sorry about what happened to you, but when I saw him walking to the bathroom I thought you might need help or something.” He explains, however, that doesn’t persuade Wooyoung.
“But you stayed there and continued to eavesdrop, didn’t you?” Wooyoung glares at Minjun, but it’s more of an act of defence now rather than genuine anger. “Listen, I’m going home. Tomorrow we’ll just pretend nothing’s happened. Forget about Junho and all...”
“I’ll take you home.”
“It’s fine, I can catch a bus.”
“No, I said I’ll take you home.” Minjun’s voice imperious and Wooyoung’s too exhausted to argue. He decides to go with the flow and as Minjun feels Wooyoung surrender, he releases the architect’s wrist.
The ride home is quiet as Wooyoung’s brain is overloaded. Not only he has been forced to meet Junho and become humiliated, he’s been exposed as well. Oh, the nightmare... Even if it’s Minjun, who’s always so friendly to him, Wooyoung cannot feel comfortable about this. But then again, the mobster seems rather content with the situation. That is definitely odd, because Wooyoung’s pretty sure homosexuality in a mob like SSM must be a taboo. How they deal with people like Wooyoung? Do they torture them? Wooyoung shudders, as his vivid mind is flooded with macabre thoughts. It doesn’t look like Minjun’s the type of a guy to cut someone’s balls off only because they’re gay. Or maybe it’s just Wooyoung’s wishful thinking.
Why is he taking him home anyway? Wouldn’t it be easier to let him go alone, meet tomorrow and pretend nothing happened? It seems as if Minjun’s dragging himself into this on purpose. What kind of purpose exactly? Being a good friend no matter what? There had to be some sort of a reaction and there wasn’t any. Wooyoung looks at him and the latter seems to be too concentrated to notice it.
No, Wooyoung doesn’t want him to be just a good friend. That’s clear enough. He wants more. But pushing it tonight might end horribly. Should he try it? Isn’t it too dangerous and idiotic? The architect’s heartbeat accelerates as the car stops.
Wooyoung fixes his tie nervously. Should he..?
“Do you want him to get what he deserves?” Minjun’s question draws the air out of Wooyoung’s lungs and he stares at the mobster with his eyes wide open.
“What? No! It’s not- Why do you even care?” Wooyoung’s hand slides down to his own thigh and his fingers dig deep into it. Is he being delusional?
“I’m just offering.” Minjun glances away, avoiding Wooyoung’s bewildered stare.
Then a wild idea slams onto Wooyoung. Maybe he’s wrong, but...
“It can’t be...” He voices out and Minjun’s eyes are focused on his this time. The mobster seems to be puzzled and it adds more fuel to Wooyoung’s racing thoughts. Despite everything, he decides to risk it all. The hell with it. “You’re not shunning me away... We are all alone... Maybe I’m being very delusional, but are we on the same boat? You know what? Before I make this any worse, I’ll just tell you this. If I’m right, just tell me I am right, or nod, whatever. No one will know. If I’m wrong, just let me go. I’ll leave this car and tomorrow we will forget everything about what has happened tonight.” Wooyoung’s feeling like he’s about to win the lottery and the suspense is spiking up all of his senses, but it all dies when Minjun turns his face away from him. That sends a mental blow to Wooyoung’s ego.
Minjun’s letting him go.
Wooyoung shuts his eyes briefly and seconds later he’s out of the car. If he has ever thought he knows what being a complete loser feels like, he’s sure it can’t be compared to what he’s feeling right now. His pride, his self-esteem have been crushed. Who the hell made him spill all the beans? Calling himself an idiot isn’t enough for him and he goes with ‘naive and retarded’ instead.
He wanted so much and got nothing in return. Minjun’s simply being nice to him as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s how he is.
Wooyoung shuts the door to his apartment so loud it scares the cat and Mango hides somewhere instantly. His pet knows when to leave him alone.
He tosses the tie away and the jacket too, and unbuttons half of his shirt to make his chest feel lighter, but it doesn’t help much. Wooyoung leans on the table with his hands, staring down at the sleek brown surface. This day should be erased from the calendar.
A doorbell startles Wooyoung. He turns around and stares at it across the spacious living room.
Wooyoung doesn’t expect much, probably just a neighbour complaining about the noise when he almost destroyed his door a few minutes ago. He’s reluctant to answer it, but there’s that tiny hope... Stop it, you idiot, he thinks.
He exhales and walks to the piece of wood separating his private life from the outside world. When Wooyoung opens the door, he takes a few steps back, barely believing his own eyes as Minjun closes the door behind him and stands in front of his architect.
“It’s not easy for me... But...” Minjun walks to Wooyoung as the latter’s body is numb. When the mobster’s hand touches that unbuttoned patch of skin and draws his fingers lower slowly, Wooyoung’s stomach is full of butterflies, swans, crows and all the living flying things he can imagine. Minjun leans in closer to the younger male’s ear and Wooyoung’s barely able to hold back. “It’s my biggest secret. Sorry for making you feel humiliated and hurt, but I can’t afford to ruin my image. Not in public.” He pulls away slightly to look at Wooyoung’s face as it changes from shocked to... Determined.
“I should punch you at least once...” Wooyoung chins up. “But your hand on my chest is convincing me to take other measures.” A wave of heat surges through Wooyoung’s groin.
“You are pretty cocky in person, huh?” Minjun smirks.
“Just like you, I don’t expose myself completely outside this apartment. So can we skip the talk and-” Wooyoung’s mouth is shut by Minjun’s lips and god, does it feel like a dream coming true. So many nights dreaming about this, touching himself and imaging it’s Minjun making him sweat, it’s all real now.
Their kiss is fervent, nothing gentle about it, but it’s how Wooyoung likes it the best. He circles his arms around Minjun’s neck, enjoying every inch of his lips and tongue. “Bedroom.” Wooyoung manages to say when Minjun’s lips travel down his neck, his hand undoing the remaining buttons and leaving the architect shirtless.
“Are we going all the way?” He asks, that smug grin on his face arousing Wooyoung even more as they stumble across the floor to the bedroom.
“Of course, I’ve been living like a monk for way too long.” Wooyoung pushes him to the bed and Minjun sits back. He bites on his lower lip, looking at Wooyoung removing his pants.
“And I thought you’d be more modest...” Minjun loosens up his own tie and Wooyoung helps him with all the buttons as his groin is burning in anticipation. When Minjun’s half naked, the architect pushes him down and takes off his pants. Wooyoung crawls over Minjun and straddles the man, relishing in the view beneath him.
Now he can see the tattoo perfectly. Seven black stars scattered randomly on the mobster’s chest. “Do you know how hot that tattoo looks on you?” Wooyoung leans down and kisses all the stars.
“Not until now,” he grins satisfied and pulls up Wooyoung to face him. “Who tops? I really hate lying like this, you know...”
“Bossy in all aspects...” He hums into the older male’s ear, grinding their clothed erections. Minjun’s gasp at his neck makes him harder and Wooyoung feels like he’s up for submitting to him tonight. “You win this time.”
“Hmm, thought so...” Minjun quickly switches their positions and now Wooyoung’s beneath him, eager to be pleased. Minjun bites on his earlobe gently and when their lips reconnect again, the mobster’s hand cups Wooyoung quite roughly and the latter gasps soundly into the kiss.
From that point onwards everything’s like in a daze, but at the same time Wooyoung relishes in every sensation sent all over his body. Soon their underwear fly off and Minjun’s skilful tongue travels down Wooyoung’s sculpted torso.
The pleasure’s doubled when Minjun’s tongue starts working on his erection and Wooyoung’s feeling as if he’s going to explode soon. There’s some magic happening between his legs and he stops Minjun on time as he wants to cum together with him. “In the drawer...” He’s given a few moments to re-collect himself while his partner grabs the lube and condom from the night table. During that short period of time he realises he’s really here with Minjun about to go all the way. That’s unbelievable, he manages to think before Minjun starts stretching him slowly.
Minjun’s lips help to distract the attention from what’s happening down there, but it’s been so long it takes a while for Wooyoung to relax. Nevertheless, Minjun takes time and caresses him carefully, showing a caring side that Wooyoung loves so much. He doesn’t know how Minjun treats other people he has sex with, but this feels amazing. It not that often a partner takes that much time and acts selfless, but that’s how Minjun is treating him right now.
“Wooyoung,” Minjun caresses the architect’s inner thigh slowly as he leans down and kisses him. Wooyoung’s burning and he can feel the tip grazing at the entrance, thus his breathing gets faster in anticipation. “Hold on to me.”
“Alright, boss.” He smiles and clings onto Minjun’s warm shoulders. “Ahh...” Wooyoung moans as he’s being filled bit by bit, while Minjun adjusts the angle to make them both feel great. “God, I’m feeling like a virgin.”
Minjun chuckles at him. “Let me find that magic button and you won’t even have the time to think about it...”
“Go for it.” Wooyoung’s grip tightens and he’s sure there will be marks on Minjun’s shoulders later.
Minjun starts moving faster, extracting more sounds of satisfaction from Wooyoung, but he doesn’t miss that time when Wooyoung clenches around him so hard, completely voiceless and he knows he’s hit the spot. He pounds harder into the man moving together below him and notices Wooyoung’s pre-cum gathering on the tip of his cock.
He pulls up Wooyoung onto his lap and makes him bounce up and down, kissing each other passionately, but the kiss is broken soon as Wooyoung’s the first one to cum. He didn’t even need to touch himself. A few more moves and it’s all over as Minjun reclines his head back in utmost pleasure.
They lie down, slowly coming down from their high. Wooyoung rolls on his side and stares at Minjun’s profile in silence, not so sure anymore how to act now. Everything happened so fast as they both were dazed by lust. Though it’s more than that to Wooyoung, he can’t be sure what it means to Minjun and that hinders him. Are they going to be friends with benefits? Maybe this is it?
When Wooyoung closes his eyes and sighs, there’s a warm hand in his intertwining their fingers. The architect open his eyes and finds Minjun looking at him with a soft expression on his face. “Are you staying for the night?” Wooyoung asks.
“I can’t. Not until I move into my house.” Minjun smiles, but he seems a bit conflicted behind his warm eyes. “I can stay for a few more hours. Just go to sleep, I’ll leave on my own.”
“Are you living with your uncle? That’s why?” Wooyoung notices a brief change in Minjun’s face; he’s troubled. Maybe he shouldn’t be asking personal questions. Yet.
“You realise this, what happened here, must never leave this apartment. I have to live up to my reputation and being gay must stay secret. I’m sure you know that, right?” Minjun releases Wooyoung’s hand and rolls on his side as well to face the latter.
“Of course.”
“Uncle knows about my sexuality. Taecyeon and Chansung too. They’re here to help me, to cover up for me. However, I’m still proving I’m worthy of my status to my uncle. He decided to ignore my sexuality for the sake of the mob. Being an excellent part of SSM is my main goal so I wouldn’t get demoted. There was one condition from my uncle though. Until I’m able to get my own house, I must always come back to his place to make sure I’m doing my part. If I’m abroad, I must call him every night and report. ” Minjun falls silent for a bit to let the information sink in. “Me moving out is a proof I’m ready to be fully responsible for my own actions. It also means a promotion. If I ever fail SSM and my uncle because of my foul reputation, meaning being exposed, I’ll be expelled from Korea. If I weren’t a family member, I’d be killed. Honour is the keyword in my family and no one’s allowed to disgrace it. Even if I’m doing everything perfectly.” Minjun ends the explanation and rubs his eyes as he feels tired.
“That’s a lot of pressure...” Wooyoung contemplates whether he’d ever be able to be in Minjun’s shoes, because it sounds like handling so much stress. It must get to Minjun, but it doesn’t show on him. Maybe that’s why he’s smoking so much? “Your secret’s safe with me. No matter what. I won’t be an asshole, who...” Junho’s face appears before his eyes for a second.
“I know.” Minjun doesn’t say anything else. He just stares at Wooyoung and the latter cannot help himself but devour the mobster’s lips once again. He’s so addictive. Just like a cigarette.
Wooyoung understands now that the conversation with Junho influenced Minjun to do what he did. If he didn’t get a hold of that knowledge, this probably would’ve never happened. Wooyoung has no idea what’s ahead of them, but for now, he thanks Junho.
When he wakes up in the morning, there’s a note left on the pillow.
You should buy more lube.