Stockholm Syndrome pt 1
Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Pairing: JungMin & YoungSaeng
Rating: NC-17
Summary: YoungSaeng fails at kidnapping, and JungMin takes advantage of it; AU, crack, smut
A/N: RP with curionenene, we really just made it up as we went xD
There were expletives tumbling out of his lips that would shock even the hardest of people, but that might have something to do with the face that was releasing these words. Young, big eyes, fair skin - a beautiful face that belonged in fairytales. This face also belonged to a person, other than cursing, was driving 100 miles an hour down a freeway with a bundled up person in the back of his car.
“Damn, damn, damn…” Youngsaeng stared into the rearview mirror, still spotting the car that was chasing. He bit his lip, trying not to lament over how everything had gone wrong the minute he’d grabbed the target. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone chasing him. The target should have been alone. But the second he did, Youngsaeng had suddenly found himself in a shitload of trouble. He wasn’t even sure where he was now, having taken many, many sharp turns in a bid to lose the car behind them.
He didn’t know how long he drove. But finally, the car behind seemed to have disappeared, and as Youngsaeng eased to a stop, he realized… that he actually seemed to have lost every car in sight.
He was on a deserted road… which Youngsaeng had no idea where he was.
The passenger in the backseat of the car was staring out the back window at the car's chasing before they were lost from view. There was a clearly puzzled expression on his face. One second he'd been walking along minding his own business, the next he was being thrown into the back of a car and being taken for a ride.
Clearly the driver didn't know what was going on either based on how much he was swearing and the fact that they were well outside of town at that point. Leaning forward, he spoke to the obviously frustrated driver. "Are we lost?"
Youngsaeng was three seconds away from banging his head into the horn in frustration, then when the target he had kidnapped suddenly spoke, he leapt up in his seat, head crashing into the top of the car with a dull thud.
There were a few moments of muffled expletives as Youngsaeng clutched his throbbing head. And leaning forward, finally did press the horn to punctuate his obvious pain.
Jumping when the other jumped, the passenger fell back into the backseat, hands coming up and eyes wide. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" At the sound of the horn, and the driver clutching at his head, he hesitantly leaned forward again. "Are you okay?"
If Youngsaeng’s head wasn’t pounding, he probably would have stared at the passenger. Most kidnapped people usually didn’t worry about their kidnapper’s welfare after all.
Instead, he waved the other guy away by default, rubbing at the sore spot on his head and trying to get rid of the stars that dotted his vision.
Sighing, the passenger sat back and tapped his fingers on his knees. Puffing out his cheeks, he started to hum and fidget. He didn't like sitting still for very long, and if the driver had hurt himself badly enough they might be there a while. "Hey," he leaned forward again, draping his arms over the front passenger seat and resting his chin on the top of it. "If you're hurt, I can drive for a while."
Youngsaeng had finally gotten the throb on his head down to a dull thud, but he hadn’t moved, trying to calm himself down. Then, at the question, he looked up, a startled look in his eyes.
“Huh?” Was his entire eloquent one word answer.
Blinking rapidly as he was now looking straight at the driver, he gestured with one hand towards the top of his head. "Your head, you could have a concussion or something. It's probably not safe to drive, you could pass out and kill us both."
“No… I’m fine… I didn’t hit it that hard and I’m pretty accident prone so this is norma- wait.” Youngsaeng paused in his words, staring at the passenger. “Why the hell would I let the person I’m kidnapping drive anyway? Oh… I see… nice try, nice try.”
Youngsaeng snorted, starting the car again. As if he was that dumb.
"Kidnapped?" The passenger exclaimed and his eyes went wide before snorting loudly. "Why the hell would anyone want to kidnap me?" He started to laugh, tipping his head back and he rolled helplessly in the backseat.
When he had calmed down a little, he leaned back over the front seat. "Did someone put you up to this? Is this one of those hidden camera shows or something?"
Youngsaeng’s lips thinned as he watched the passenger laugh in the rear view mirror. He didn’t understand why the guy was in such disbelief that he was kidnapped… maybe it was the shock.
Yeah, probably the shock.
He remained stoically irritated when the guy leaned forward. The scowl was evident on his face as he replied. “No.”
Shrinking back from the glare, the passenger sat back in the seat. "Okay, not a hidden camera. Still doesn't tell me why you're "kidnapping" me." He drew the word out and made a face. "So where are we going anyway, you lost whoever it was that was following us and we're kind of out in the middle of nowhere now."
Youngsaeng remained tight-lipped at both questions. Well, actually, he didn’t know why this guy was being kidnapped. He had his orders from his boss and he just followed them. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit the person that he was kidnapping that he was lost.
"You're not much for conversation," the passenger sighed and leaned against the door, staring out the window. "If you told me where we were going I could try and give you directions at least. Driving around aimlessly isn't going to get us very far."
“Generally, you don’t talk to the people you kidnap.” Youngsaeng answered before he could help himself. Then, he looked away, cursing himself. Bah… he really wasn’t cut out for this business. He was only in it because he owed a debt to the person he was working for after all.
The passenger just scowled at that and crossed his arms. "Still don't get why anyone would want to kidnap me. It's not like I have money, or family, or am important. I'm just a waiter. A bad one at that."
“…” Youngsaeng frowned, the man’s sentence taking a while to sink in. “A waiter… what? Aren’t you Kim Jungwoon? Some… rich man’s kid or another?”
"What? No, my name is Park JungMin," JungMin was baffled. "I've never heard of this JungWoon fellow. Nor do I have rich parents, boy I wish I did."
There was a pause, then suddenly Youngsaeng slammed his foot on the breaks and the car screeched to a halt. He jammed the gear into park, turning around with a wild look in his eyes. “What do you mean you’re not Kim Jungwoon?!”
JungMin was flung forward into the back of the seat as the car came to a halt and then fell backwards again. His mouth worked as he tried to talk, noticing the look in the driver's eyes. "My... my name is Park JungMin." He said again, quietly.
Youngsaeng stared aghast at the person who was not Kim Jungwoon. No, no, no, no… this couldn’t have happened… of all the mistakes he could do…
“Crap.” The word was out of Youngsaeng’s mouth before he could stop it. A shaky hand was raised and it rubbed eyes that were slowly tumbling down into horror. “Oh… < i>crap.”
"Um.. sorry?" JungMin bit his lip and began tapping his fingers on his knees again. He really didn't know what was going on, but the guy looked really upset about something.
Youngsaeng had already buried his head in his hands, but at the apology, he raised one and waved the apology off. He knew he shouldn’t be so polite and all, but… he wasn’t a professional kidnapper unlike the one who he was ‘employed’ to now. And frankly… he just really didn’t care anymore.
"So.. um.. why are you trying to kidnap this JungWoon person?" JungMin leaned back over the seat, tilting his head and giving the driver a sympathetic look. Mistakes happened, right?
Youngsaeng shook his head, mumbling. “I don’t know actually… I’m just the hands and legs… I never know what’s going on.”
Then, realizing something, he looked up with a look of confusion on his face. “Um… I know I’m not really cut out for this kidnapping thing so I’m blabbering my head off here… but why the heck are you so calm?”
Shrugging, JungMin smiled at him. "You weren't really after me, so why should I have been worried?"
“I meant in general, but… also…” Youngsaeng waved his hand around trying to illustrate his point. “Most kidnappers would be so incensed something went wrong they could like… shoot you… you know… I’ve seen it happen… literally…”
"Yeah," JungMin thought about that, his bottom lip sticking out in thought. "But, a kidnapper who was going to shoot someone, probably wouldn't have left their target in the backseat without tying their hands up or something. Or got lost, or you know, picked up the wrong person."
Youngsaeng sighed, realizing that this Jungmin guy had a point. He sighed, reminded of how horrible his life was before running a hand through his hair. “I guess you’re right…”
He sat there for a moment, trying to think what to do next and came up with a blank. “…Well… I’m screwed.”
"How come? It's not too late for you to go pick up the other guy is it?" Honestly, JungMin only knew as much about kidnapping as what was in the movies.
“From what I know, there was only a small window of opportunity… this guy’s guarded like a prize calf. And for good reason…” Youngsaeng sighed, rubbing his face. “Besides… to pick up the guy, we have to be where the guy is… and honestly. I have no idea where we are now…”
Looking out the window, JungMin frowned. "I think.. we're in the middle of nowhere." He turned back and tilted his head. "What's your name?"
“Youngsaeng… Heo Youngsaeng.” He answered before he realized that he probably shouldn’t have. Ah… screw that. “Well… then I guess we’re lost…”
"It's nice to meet you YoungSaeng," JungMin flashed a smile and went back to looking out the window. "Maybe we should ask for directions somewhere. We can't be that far from civilization."
“Yeah…” Youngsaeng didn’t know why his heart skipped a beat when Jungmin smiled at him. Now that he wasn’t panicking, he realized that Jungmin was indeed quite different from the guy he was supposed to kidnap… and much better looking.
Knocking that thought out of his head, Youngsaeng started the car again, wondering if he should maybe turn back from where they came from. Did they pass by any shops or petrol stations? Youngsaeng couldn’t remember.
"You mind if I sit up front with you? I feel a little weird back here, like I'm a kid again." Without waiting for an answer, JungMin climbed over the seat. He was a collection of flailing limbs before he managed to get himself in his seat and oriented the right way. "I think we passed by a corner store a little ways back, want to try there?"
“Uh…” Youngsaeng kept a tight grip on the brake, and thanked the heavens that he managed not to let go of it despite the sudden proximity to the strange man he’d accidentally kidnapped. Blinking, he scratched his head and nodded, turning the car around. “How far back is a ‘little ways’?”
"Not sure, not that far, a few minutes at most? But then, we were going much faster when we passed it the first time so... ten minutes maybe?" Leaning against the door, one leg folded under him and staring straight at YoungSaeng. "So, why is it you picked me up by mistake?"
“Well… you were there where the person I was supposed to kidnap was supposed to be… And I was in a bit of a fluster because the boss said that there would only be a few minutes or so to grab him…” Youngsaeng explained, rubbing his head. “Although now I’m not sure if I got the timing wrong, or the place wrong…”
"I can't really help you there, although, I don't really know why some important person's kid would be hanging out in that area." JungMin kept his eye on YoungSaeng, his lips quirked to the side as he took in the profile. The guy was very pretty, that was for sure. "So, how is it someone as gorgeous as yourself is going around kidnapping people anyway?"
The car swerved suddenly to the side before Youngsaeng quickly righted it, his face burning pink. “W-wha?”
Yelping as he was almost tossed head first into the dash, JungMin stopped himself with a hand and looked around in the road for an animal or something that YoungSaeng was trying to avoid. "What? What happened?"
If possible, Youngsaeng flushed even more as he realized that his reaction was a little big for something like that. “Uh… no… nothing… uh… what did you ask again?” He tried to change the topic, refusing to look at Jungmin.
"I asked why someone so gorgeous was going around kidnapping people, it's highly unusual," JungMin righted himself in the seat and put on his seatbelt- just in case.
Ignoring the fact that he’d been called ‘gorgeous’, Youngsaeng bit his lip before explaining. “Well… my parents ran off a few years ago, leaving me with a serious debt and no way to pay it off. I was about to be sold into prostitution when my current boss bought me instead… And so, I’m just doing whatever he says, since he kind of owns me now…”
JungMin didn't say anything for a minute, his brow creased and his lips pulled into a thin tight line. "That's kind of low for someone to do to their own kid. I'm sorry." He turned back to YoungSaeng. "How much do you owe?"
“Eh?” Youngsaeng blinked before he shrugged. “Well… about 100, 000, 000 won. I think more than I started off with since I keep… failing in my job.”
“The boss is really kind though… and I feel bad for messing things up so much.” Youngsaeng licked his lips nervously. “I don’t really mind working for him… his son however…”
Eyes widened at the amount, but he said nothing, that was a lot of money. He skipped over that bit and went on to the other. "The boss' son? Does he not like you or something?"
“Well… there is the fact that I am losing money for them.” Youngsaeng said carefully, “He says that… I could be employed better.”
"Employed better? What does that mean?" The more YoungSaeng explained about his situation, the more JungMin felt sorry for the guy. He was in a bad way and none of it was his fault.
“…” Youngsaeng searched for a less incriminating way to say this and finally came up with. “Well… remember what I supposed to be sold for? Except for… well… the boss’ son… and… yeah…”
"Oh.. OH.." JungMin felt his temper rise at that. Not entirely sure why, but that was just all kinds of wrong. "Well, we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."
Youngsaeng blinked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at Jungmin. “We?”
"Yes, we," JungMin crossed his arms over his chest and looked at him. "You got me into this mess, told me your life story, and expect me not to want to help? No one deserves that kind of life. I'm helping."
Youngsaeng realized after a second that he’d nearly drifted off the road, so concentrated on staring at the determined face looking at him. He didn’t know why, but his heart warmed at the sentiment, and he had to duck away before he became a flushed tomato. “You don’t need to. Really…”
"I don't need to, but I will," JungMin grinned at him again. "Besides, you could probably use the help. Just going by what I've seen far." He turned back to look out the window, catching sight of the shop they'd passed earlier. "Oh, there it is. Hopefully it's open?"
Youngsaeng missed the road to turn into the shop and had to back up. He refused to look at Jungmin and that bright, cheeky smile of his or he knew that he’d probably blush again, and maybe do something he’d regret. Swallowing as he stopped the car, he began to get out shakily. “S-stay here? I’ll go ask for directions…”
Noticing the shaking, JungMin reached out and grabbed YoungSaeng's hand. "Hey, are you okay? I can go in instead if you want."
Youngsaeng pulled his hand out of Jungmin’s with a high squeak. “Ah! No! I’m fine… uh… just stay here!” He practically hugged his own hand and quickly turned around, looking like a startled rabbit scuttling off.
Giving the departing figure a quizzical look, JungMin shook his head. The guy was weird, but had a nice ass. Opening up his door he stretched out his legs and stood up. He wandered back and forth next to the car for YoungSaeng to return.
Youngsaeng had actually ran to the side of the building, pressing his head against the cool wall and had began to mutter cursing to himself. After managing to calm himself a bit, he peeked out of the side and spied on Jungmin, who was pacing around. Biting his lip, he wondered why the hell he was behaving this way with a guy he’d just met.
Sighing, and figuring that he’d not get the answer anytime soon, Youngsaeng stalked off, looking for the entrance to the building.
Leaning against the car, JungMin stared out towards the road. He had yet to see a single car pass by and wondered like hell how a place like this stayed open. Humming to himself, he lost track of the minutes until he realized that YoungSaeng still wasn't back. A frown of concern, he looked over his shoulder, wondering if he should go in after him.
Youngsaeng came back a few second later, his face still burning red, but for a different reason. “Uh… I got directions… They said there isn’t anywhere else for miles though, and that it’s pretty dangerous driving at night so they offered a room… but…”
"But...?" JungMin smiled expectantly. He had no idea why YoungSaeng was blushing so fiercely for, what could have happened in such a short amount of time?
“…It’s a love hotel.” Youngsaeng swallowed before looking at the ground as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
JungMin bit his lip and tried not to fall over laughing. "A love hotel?" He choked out after a few calming breaths. "Well, what are still doing standing out here then?"
Youngsaeng stared at Jungmin, not exactly comprehending that the red head has said what he just said. “Uh… what?”
"Well it's a love hotel, obviously only one thing happens here," JungMin sauntered around the car, rolling his hips suggestively. "We wouldn't want to sully the establishment's good name by not living up to those expectations." He stopped a pace away from YoungSaeng, smirking at him. "Right?"
Youngsaeng stared wide-eyed at Jungmin, entirely stunned, a little scared, and if he was honest to himself, rather turned on. He gulped, unwittingly taking a step back. “Uh… I’ll just… book two rooms!” Youngsaeng tried to turn around and walk (run) away.
"As long as you've got the money for it, I don't have my wallet!" JungMin called after him, laughing. Maybe it was a bit much, but the reaction was kind of worth it.
Youngsaeng knew at the back of his head that Jungmin probably had only been teasing, and hearing the laughter that followed, it proved that true. But somehow, Youngsaeng didn’t whether to know relieved or disappointed.
He tried to ignore that though, as he went to the front counter and told the rather sleazy looking girl manning it for two rooms. He also ignored the strange look she gave him.
Following along behind, JungMin shook his head. Poor guy was wound so tight. Understandable given his situation, but he hoped that in some way he could some of that burden off of him. He waited in the doorway of the office until YoungSaeng had finished booking the, sigh, rooms.
Youngsaeng finished up all the procedures and turned around to see Jungmin there. Walking forward, he waved the key before holding it out to Jungmin. Here… You’re in room 504 and I’m in 505… not many people come here so I got rooms side by side. Apparently the place is sound-proof and what not… not surprising though, since people come here to… and you know what? I’m babbling… let’s just go up to our rooms.”
Taking the key, JungMin smiled at him as he went on.. and on. "Yes, let's." He held the door upon and motioned for him to go first.
Youngsaeng quickly slid in through the opening, practically clamping his lips shut to keep him from babbling. Gah… he didn’t know why he was feeling so nervous… although he was quite the fail kidnapper, when it came to keeping quiet and stoic-looking, he was at least pretty good… but…
Letting the door close behind him, JungMin caught up to YoungSaeng and threw an arm around his shoulder. "So, what shall we do until we're tired enough to sleep? I don't know about you but I'm a little wound up from all this excitement. Need something to burn off all this extra energy."
Youngsaeng practically tensed up like a compressed spring when Jungmin put an arm around him. “Uh… we could… uh…”
He looked around, looking anywhere but Jungmin. He was pretty sure his face was extremely red right now, and wondered how the heck he still had enough blood to rush southwards as well.
JungMin could feel the tension in YoungSaeng's shoulders. Smiling, he gave him a friendly squeeze. "Hey, relax. There's no use worrying about anything right now, let's just enjoy the night and forget about those troubles until tomorrow." They approached the rooms and JungMin stopped, turning to YoungSaeng. "So, your room or mine?"
Unfortunately, that wasn’t what Youngsaeng was exactly tense about. And he swallowed, trying to deny the fact that Jungmin’s teasing him was turning him on.
Gawd, what in the world was wrong with him? He’d never been a horny person - being on the other end of the perversion tended to put him off that. But now, it was almost as if his hormones had taken steroids and were having a mad rave, running amok in his body.
“Uh…” Youngsaeng quickly turned to his room, unlocking the door. He thought it was better to ignore Jungmin’s question and maybe pretend he didn’t hear it.
"Your room it is," JungMin smirked, his eyes wandering down YoungSaeng's body and then back up while he was turned away. When he got the door open, JungMin was right behind him, looking over his shoulder at the room. "Well isn't this charming."
Youngsaeng sputtered at Jungmin’s words, turning around with a scandalized look. But before he could say anything, Jungmin had distracted him, and soon he looked at the room and subsequently paused.
It was like something out of a bad romance novel - queen sized bed with petals strewn over, a mirror on top, a bottle of cheap champagne and two wine glasses and… holy crap. A box of sex tools sitting the front of the bed?!
Trying not to laugh, JungMin looked around in half amused horror. "Wow, if these walls could talk I'm sure they'd tell us what amounts to a bad porno." He maneuvered around YoungSaeng and walked towards the bed, staring down at the sex toys. Picking one up delicately, he turned to YoungSaeng. "I wonder what this one's for?"
Youngsaeng felt as if he’d permanently turn into the colour of a boiled lobster when Jungmin held up what looked like a rather large vibrator. He swallowed for what must have seemed like the thousandth time that they and found himself edging towards the door in a bid to escape. “Maybe we should just… sleep in the car…”
"Why?" JungMin dropped the toy back down and sat down on the bed, bouncing on it a little. "It's a room, it's a bed, we can ignore the rest of the stuff if you want." He smiled and leaned back, letting his weight rest on his arms and crossed one leg over the other. "Besides, my legs are too long to be comfortable in that car."
“Then, I’ll sleep there.” Youngsaeng was practically squeaking right now, his already high voice turning up a notch with each passing minute. He wished he could just bolt right there and then, but somehow, he just couldn’t bring himself to… the sight of Jungmin lying down on the bed…
"Don't be silly," JungMin slid off the bed and walked towards YoungSaeng. "What exactly are you thinking is going to happen when you're sleeping all by yourself hm? The toys going to come alive and pleasure you?" He took YoungSaeng by the hand and pulled him in, shutting the door behind him.
Youngsaeng let out a wordless cry when he was suddenly pulled inside. He stumbled slightly and practically fell onto Jungmin when he did.
"Woah!" JungMin caught him, "Be careful there." He helped to right YoungSaeng, keeping an arm about his chest to make sure he was steady on his feet. "Are you okay? You look a little flushed. You're not getting sick are you?" He brought up a hand to check YoungSaeng's forehead for fever.
Youngsaeng shook his head in a bid also to get Jungmin’s hand off him. “No! I’m fine… just…”
He trailed off. Just what? Just… tired? Irritated?
‘Frustrated.’ His mind supplied, and he nearly groaned at the double meaning of the word.
"Understandable," JungMin let his arms slip from around YoungSaeng and took a step back. "It's not exactly an ideal situation you're in right now. But I'm here for you, I can help. Anything you need from me, I can do." He smiled brightly at YoungSaeng.
Youngsaeng stared at the bright smile with not a small measure of confusion. Why was Jungmin saying all these things? He’d only just met Youngsaeng… and found out that he was a kidnapper and all, and he was still so cheerful. He just didn’t get Jungmin…
Youngsaeng had of course, conveniently ignored the fact that he too was too comfortable with the same total stranger - so much that he’d told his life story…
"So, what did you want to do?" JungMin looked around. There was no couch, no TV, just a bed. Well he knew what he wanted to do, but he ignored that thought and turned back to YoungSaeng. "Any ideas? We could just sit and talk for a while, that'd be fine too."
He didn’t have any ideas, so he shrugged. “Talk… I guess…” Youngsaeng mumbled, looking any where but Jungmin. “I told you about myself, so it’s only fair that you tell me about you…”
Since standing around talking was only mildly comfortable at dinner parties, JungMin flopped down on the bed on his stomach. Hands cupped his chin and he grinned. "There really isn't much to tell. My parents died a couple years back, I work at a seafood restaurant, and my apartment is the size of a shoe box. Truthfully, this is the most fun I've had in ages."
“You find being mistakenly kidnapped fun?” Youngsaeng raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. Having been in this business for eons, he couldn’t see how this was any fun. Then he comprehended the first part of Jungmin story and fell quiet. “I’m sorry for your loss… by the way…”
"It's okay, they were older, and ill for a long time," he shrugged and rolled over onto his back. "And yes, I find this fun. Not the you in trouble part, but the me out doing something with someone part. I don't have many friends and all they want to do is get drunk every night after work." He tilted his head back to look up at YoungSaeng who was still standing. "None of them are nearly as pretty as you either."
Youngsaeng blinked. He did suppose that, from a mundane angle, Youngsaeng’s life going around doing adrenaline inducing things was fun. For Youngsaeng though, it was just work, and he sometimes wished that he could live the mundane live Jungmin led. He didn’t say anything though, only scowled a little at being called pretty again.
Noticing the scowl, JungMin pouted. "What did I say something wrong? And you can sit down you know, I'm not going to bite." Unless YoungSaeng asked, but he was not about to say that out loud.
Hesitating for a second, Youngsaeng finally sat down beside Jungmin, albeit a little gingerly. So far, Jungmin hadn’t jumped on him yet, and apart from the teasing, it didn’t seem like he would any time soon. “No… nothing wrong just… I’m a little tired at everyone saying that I’m pretty…”
"Oh,"JungMin turned onto his side and looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I mean you are, and if we knew each other better I'd be all over you." He grinned and winked. "But I'll refrain from saying it from now on."
“Thank y- what?” Youngsaeng looked down, eyes slightly widened. Now that it had sunk in, Youngsaeng had realized what Jungmin had said and he wasn’t sure if the guy was teasing or not.
"What?" JungMin blinked at him. "The I'd be all over you part, or the me not saying you're pretty again part?"
“The first one.” Youngsaeng replied promptly before realizing that that would only lead to more teasing. “I mean the second… or both. Both! Yes, both…”
Sitting up, JungMin's eyes narrowed at him. "Well, for the second part, it's like I said, I won't call you pretty anymore. As for the first...." He shifted slightly and started to crawl over the bed towards him, stopping just a few inches away and stared at him. "If I had my way, I'd throw you down right now. But that might make you uncomfortable too, right?"
Youngsaeng flinched a bit before he stared back into Jungmin’s eyes. This close, Youngsaeng somehow couldn’t deny how… desirable Jungmin was to him, despite them only having met just a few hours ago. His mouth opened, but no words came out to reply, and the silence stretched.
JungMin smirked and leaned in a little closer. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable YoungSaeng, so you just tell me that you wouldn't like that and I won't mention it again."
“I’m… not…” Youngsaeng shifted a little nervously, getting a little cross eyed from staring at Jungmin’s lips. He blinked before looking up at those mischievous brown orbs and licked his own lips. “…uncomfortable…”
"No?" JungMin leaned even closer, his lips hovering over YoungSaeng's while his eyes stared right into the other's. "Not even when I'm this close?"
“I… uh…” Youngsaeng barely dared to move his lips, his voice barely higher than a whisper. “No… not really…”
"Good." JungMin pressed forward, letting their lips meet. Sliding his body closer and wrapping an arm around YoungSaeng's waist. He let the kiss linger for a moment before pulling back. "How about now?" He whispered.
Youngsaeng gasped a little when Jungmin pressed their lips together. But suddenly, when Jungmin pulled back, Youngsaeng blinked at him a little owlishly, unaware of what had happened in those seconds when their lips met. He was only aware of a tingling feeling, the touch too short for him to determine it. And a strange need settled in him - a need to find out exactly what that mysterious feeling was.
And without answering Jungmin’s question, he leaned forward, pressing their lips together again. He thought vaguely that this was probably answer enough.
Taking that as a no, JungMin would have laughed. He honestly didn't expect YoungSaeng to be so forward, but he wasn't going to complain. One hand snaked it's way up YoungSaeng's back and neck into his hair. His lips parted and head tilted at an angle to allow for a deeper kiss.
It was like fireworks exploding in his body - as kitsch and cliché it all sounded. Youngsaeng didn’t really care. Only that the parted lips and tilted head meant that he could explore this feeling more. This wondrous way that his lips melted against Jungmin’s, the fuzzy, warm feeling in his stomach, the burning desire that flared with Jungmin’s every touch.
He wanted more, and a soft whine escaped his lips, eyes closing, hands wrapping around Jungmin’s waist to pull them closer.
Spurred on by YoungSaeng's seeming need, JungMin slowly lowered YoungSaeng onto his back, keeping his arm around his waist and pressing himself against him. The kiss never broke and his tongue was making exploratory slips in and out of the other's mouth. The feel of YoungSaeng's body against his and JungMin moaned into the kiss, and tightened his hold in his hair.
His chest was tightening at the lack of air, but Youngsaeng didn’t care. This was strange… Youngsaeng had kissed plenty of girls and even some guys - all part of the job description, and some having been experiments or flings. But none of those kisses had the electricity of this one - the electricity that had Youngsaeng craving for more and more.
He didn’t know how, since Youngsaeng had never been the expert in kissing, but his lips moved along perfectly with Jungmin’s. His tongue danced an intricate dance with Jungmin’s with the other as the leader, and it was his first dance where he hadn’t stepped on the other’s metaphorical toes.
Easing off, JungMin straddled YoungSaeng's hips and pulled back. Arms unwound and pressed firmly into the mattress on either side of YoungSaeng. He was breathing heavily, and he stared down into YoungSaeng's eyes. As much as he was a tease, he hadn't expected YoungSaeng to be so willing, to be so needy.
Not that he was complaining. Avoiding his lips this time, JungMin lowered down, brushing gentle kisses against YoungSaeng's throat and neck, tasting the skin with slow, soft licks in between.
Youngsaeng groaned at the feel of Jungmin’s silken lips against his throat, and his hands clutched loosely at the mattress. As much as Youngsaeng had joined his fellow kidnappers in watching rated things, and as much as Youngsaeng had had offers, the man hadn’t really had that much experience in what they were doing now. And even more rare was the way Jungmin was affecting him - this searing fire with each touch - even if it was the barest of brushes.
“Jung… min…” Youngsaeng breathed out, closing his eyes and hiding the mild bemusement in them. “I…”
"Hmm?" JungMin continued the trail of kisses up his neck and jaw before leaning back to look in YoungSaeng's eyes. He brushed at his hair with a finger, a small smile playing on his lips. "Something wrong?"
Youngsaeng looked into those light orbs and reached up to run his finger underneath, feeling the soft skin there. “Who are you?” He whispered, curious. “That you make me feel this way?”
Leaning into the touch, JungMin sighed. "I'm just me," he whispered back, "no more, no less. Just me." He held Youngsaeng's gaze, he didn't know how else to answer, or how to tell him that holding and kissing him was the most exciting and pleasurable feeling he'd ever had.
A small smile curled at the tips of Youngsaeng lips at the answer, and slowly, he stroke the soft skin of Jungmin’s face. Questions swirled at the edge of his brain, but he pushed them firmly away. Youngsaeng had so little that he could actually claim as his, and now, he wasn’t going to let another thing pass by him.
“Is that so?” He answered, closing his eyes and say the words in his mind even though they don’t make much sense. “That’s good. I wouldn’t have someone who isn’t you.”
"I'd hope not, could you imagine being in this situation with that JungWoon guy you were supposed to have kidnapped?" JungMin smirked, letting his fingers play with YoungSaeng's hair, twirling and winding around.
Youngsaeng blinked before he laughed, shaking his head. He hadn’t laughed in ages and the sound surprised him a little. “I don’t think that ‘Jungwoon’ guy as you refer him to even knows what sex is. From the description, I would have guessed he’s the type that is coddled beyond common sense.”
“But anyway.” Youngsaeng leaned in closer, “Enough about him.”
"You implying you know a bit about sex then?" JungMin smirked, teasing at YoungSaeng's lips with a few nips of teeth then moving on to his jaw and neck. Fingers unwound from his hair and slowly slid down his body to rest at his waist to tease at the sliver of exposed skin there.
Youngsaeng let out a soft yip, stilling the reaction to kick out at Jungmin when lips seared down his skin, playing against his hipbone. His hand lifted and wound into the fiery red hair, embarrassment clear in his eyes. “Well… I guess. But the practical is very different from the theory it seems.”
Looking up, JungMin stared at YoungSaeng with raised brows. "The... theory? Does that mean you're a...?"
Youngsaeng bit his lip, suddenly feeling more than a little embarrassed. “A virgin.” He completed, “…Sorry.”
"Nothing to be sorry about," JungMin's eyes wandered around YoungSaeng's features. "We don't have to do... anything you're not comfortable with, I.. I'm sorry, was I pressuring you?" He began to panic and sat up, his face flushing. "I don't want to pressure you, I'm sorry, I should have realized, you were all nervous and fidgety. Gah, I'm so blind." His hands hid his face as he sat back and groaned.
Youngsaeng blinked when Jungmin sat up, and without realizing, he protested softly at the loss of warmth on him, sitting up after the other man and making a grab for the man’s wrists.
He held the hands close to his heart before lifting them up to kiss the fingers softly. “No… you’re not pressuring me into anything. Not at all.”
"If you're sure," JungMin watched YoungSaeng kiss his fingers, his thoughts drifting to other things those lips could do. Hanging up his reservations, JungMin pulled him over into his lap, letting YoungSaeng's leg's wrap around his waist. "So is this how you imagined your day end up? Fooling around with the guy you accidentally kidnapped on a rose petal strewn bed in some sleazy one nighter motel?"
Youngsaeng breathed a little heavier at the new proximity, and he buried his face into Jungmin’s neck, nibbling on the skin a little. “I never imagined it really… but I figured that one day I wouldn’t be so lucky and have had nightmares about getting pulled into some dark alley and getting deflowered there. So, by comparison, this isn’t all that bad…”
Trying hard to focus on what YoungSaeng was saying, he moaned softly. "Well, I'll make sure it's just that great of an experience then," his voice was thick as he was trying to not swallow his tongue with the wonderful sensation of YoungSaeng's lips on his neck. "I'll try to be gentle." He whispered while his hands were already at YoungSaeng's waist, massaging at the skin of the small of his back.
“Do whatever you want.” Youngsaeng whispered back, closing his eyes, his teeth grazing against Jungmin’s skin.
Gasping, JungMin's hands tightened their hold and dragged slowly up YoungSaeng's back. "You shouldn't say such things," he growled before pulling back and tearing the shirt off of YoungSaeng. With the hindrance removed, JungMin's hands roamed over the bare chest, nails lightly digging in. His lips were attached to a point just below YoungSaeng's collarbone, firmly sealing his mouth against the skin and sucking at it.
A gasp slipped past Youngsaeng’s lips, and he barely had time to prepare when lips attached to his skin and sucked. Pressing his suddenly hot face to Jungmin’s neck, Youngsaeng couldn’t help the way he moaned out the sensual waves of desire originating from that single spot.
It was getting harder and harder to think, and Youngsaeng couldn’t remember if this was part of the descriptions of sex that he’d watched, read and heard. Only that it felt good and he wanted more. “Ah… Jung…min…”
"Hmm? What is it Saeng..." JungMin's mouth was roving around, his long flat tongue leaving trails on the bare expanse of YoungSaeng's chest. His fingers hand found hardened nipples to play with and were twisting and flicking at them alternatively.
Youngsaeng lost whatever he was going to say, his mind thrown off at the way his sensitive skin was being teased. Moans replaced words, and he shivered in Jungmin’s hold, trying not to arc up and press their already close bodies closer together- oops. Too late.
"That's kind of rude you know," JungMin's mouth was following the way of his fingers and bit down on the skin just shy of his nipple. "Breaking my attention and not saying anything."
“I-aaaaaaaah…” Youngsaeng couldn’t concentrate in the least, bucking a little at the feel of teeth on his skin. He tried to grasp hold of words but couldn’t. It was embarrassing, he guessed, but at the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
"Tsk tsk, no manners these days." JungMin shifted his mouth over a few inches, tongue reaching out to the hardened nub of YoungSaeng's nipple. Swirling and flicking before closing his lips over it to draw it into his mouth. While his mouth was busy, his hands were making their way down his chest and around his side, sliding all the way down until he had a firm grasp on YoungSaeng's ass.
He seriously needed to expand his vocabulary during sex - or at least the foreplay of it. Youngsaeng knew somewhere in the back of his mind that they hadn’t even gotten to the heat of things, and already he was like this. It didn’t bode well for the later part of this, certainly. And already, Youngsaeng was shivering in Jungmin’s hold, wanting to beg for more, but not knowing how.
JungMin chuckled, obviously the guy was in a daze and would need some coaxing. "Tell me what you want YoungSaeng," he murmured, lips were traveling back up his chest to his neck, little marks left by teeth. "You want more of this?" The lips reattached to his neck, tongue lapping at the skin between hard sucks.
“I… I…” Youngsaeng tried hard to think. What did he want…? What did he… ah… that felt… Wait, he needed to concentrate. Jungmin still needed an answer and… “Oh God…I… want… I want you…”
"Well, you have me," JungMin purred against his throat, the lips sliding along to the underside of his jaw. His hands released their grip only to plunge into YoungSaeng's pants, squeezing the soft flesh of YoungSaeng's ass. "What do you want me to do?"
Youngsaeng felt so small and helpless against Jungmin’s onslaught, and it should have at least bruised his pride that he couldn’t even protest against the way Jungmin violated his personal space. But somehow, he didn’t mind, moving into the warmth of the hand even. And suddenly, something in Youngsaeng’s mind snapped and he rose up, lips latching onto Jungmin’s ear as he whispered. “Fuck me, Jungmin.”
Grinning, JungMin used his hands as a fulcrum and tipped YoungSaeng down onto his back. Leaning down over YoungSaeng, he nipped at the tip of his nose. "With pleasure." He crawled backwards on hands and knees, teasing and worrying at bits of YoungSaeng's bare flesh until he reached his destination. With deft practice, YoungSaeng's pants and boxers were off and in a heap on the floor.
Smiling broadly at his prize, JungMin placed hesitant fingers around YoungSaeng's cock. Slowly sliding them up and down while he made short work of his own clothes, switching out hands as he needed.
The gentle heat that enveloped him caught him a little by surprise, and he jerked up a little, unprepared. His hips tensed as they tilted up that so little, even as he got more used to the feeling of Jungmin’s firm fingers stroking that hardness of his, encouraging it.
It felt too good, and Youngsaeng cursed comfortably, although his vocabulary not as colourful as it had been earlier when he’d first picked Jungmin up. He thought that was reasonable, since he probably couldn’t concentrate enough to tap in on those words.
"You like that?" JungMin said coyly, the pace beginning to pick up. "I bet you'll like this even more." His head dropped and in one fell swoop his throat was full of YoungSaeng's erection. His head twisted from side to side, teeth ever so gently scraping along the shaft as he pulled back up.
So he had been wrong when he thought he couldn’t curse colourfully during sex. The sudden increase in pleasure as a jolt shot up his shaft send words that would make sailors weep tumbling out of Youngsaeng’s lips, and Youngsaeng jerked up, entirely unable to help it.
The unexpected hit to the back of his throat and JungMin tried not to gag, easing himself back slowly and pinning YoungSaeng's hips back down with one hand while the other held the erection that had come close to choking him. "I thought you would enjoy that, did you want more?" He teased at the tip with a combination of thumb and tongue.
“Ahh…” Youngsaeng mumbled, edging closer and closer to delirium with each touch. And he fought against the hand that pushed his hips down, wanting more of the heat and pleasure. “Yes… please… Oh God… please…”
"Your wish..." JungMin murmured, giggling inwardly, something to do with genie's and rubbing coming to mind. He turned back to the task at hand, or in hand as it were, and brought his lips to curl back around the twitching organ that was the subject of his attention.
While one hand and mouth were busy, the other was sliding down YoungSaeng's thigh and then back up. Each pass of his hand went lower and lower until when he brought it back up it was nudging at YoungSaeng's ass. One finger teased around the sensitive skin of YoungSaeng's entrance, flitting the very tip of said finger in every other pass around.
The giggle brought a rise of embarrassment to Youngsaeng’s cheeks, but that was only a small part of the red that flushed his face. Most of it came from the heady rush of blood southwards, and the heat that generated from his body as he moaned and writhed within the restraints Jungmin had placed on him.
Then, he jerked again at the finger which teased at the entrance of his hold, before he wiggled closer, trying to work out what to say so that Jungmin would stop teasing and just do it already. But he couldn’t figure out the words, and settled for action instead.
Looking up at YoungSaeng, JungMin grinned deviously. "Impatient are we?" He didn't wait for an answer before thrusting the finger in, slowly turning it in circles before pulling back out and thrusting it in again.
Okay, Youngsaeng had now degraded into delirium. His mind was black haze of pure want, and he whined and pleaded and moaned for more.
Taking his cues from YoungSaeng, JungMin let another finger join the first, letting the two dance in circles inside YoungSaeng tight ass. His eyes were wandering to the collection of sex toys. Seeing what he wanted, he grinned and reached over to take it.
Fingers were removed and JungMin held up the bottle of lube to YoungSaeng. "Strawberry work for you?"
Youngsaeng thought he might have said, “Yes, whatever. Get on with it!” But on second thought it might have come out more as a loud groan instead. But whatever it was, Youngsaeng reached out, grabbing Jungmin’s hair and tugging down so that he could crash lips with the other man.
He would have crashed heavily onto YoungSaeng's chest if he hadn't of broken his fall with his hands. He sure was demanding. JungMin was not going to complain, he relished the taste and feel of YoungSaeng's lips, while emptying the contents of the lube in his hand and rubbing it over his much neglected self.
He kept YoungSaeng preoccupied, nibbling at his lips and groaning into his mouth meanwhile his hands were raising up YoungSaeng's ass and lining himself up. He broke the kiss off and stared into YoungSaeng's eyes the moment the tip of his dick was pressed against that very sensitive prepared hole.
Youngsaeng had gotten the idea and quickly wrapped his legs around Jungmin’s waist, securing him tightly to the other man. Then there was a pause, and they both stared into each others’ eyes, panting heavily. A smile crept up slowly on Youngsaeng’s lips - a moment of clarity, before the haze of pleasure would crash down again.
And he leaned up, whispering. “Do it.”
JungMin sobered slightly, leaning in to kiss YoungSaeng gently and whispered. "This.. will hurt." He squared his hips while holding on to YoungSaeng's. He never let his eyes waver from the other's as he slowly pushed.
Youngsaeng gasped at the foreign feeling of something pushing into his hole. The fingers had been nothing compared to this. A keen ripped from his mouth, and he shifted, jerking a little, trying to make himself more comfortable in the pain.
Watching with a sympathetic look, JungMin could do little more than stroke YoungSaeng's sides and whisper soothing words as he pressed in little by little. A war was waging in his mind though, he battled back the sensations of having his dick wrapped so tightly and warm inside YoungSaeng that he could scream as well.
Fully pressed in, he trembled at the feeling and waited, letting YoungSaeng adjust before making any movement or sound. His breathing was heavy and labored as he fought the temptation to pull back and slam in repeatedly. "Tell me how it feels, YoungSaeng," he whispered.
Swallowing, trying to moisten his now dry mouth, Youngsaeng shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. His eyes shot over to Jungmin at the question, and he wet his lips, trying to put this intangible feeling of absolute pleasure into words… and failed.
“I… ah… Jungmin…” Youngsaeng closed his eyes, groaning. “Just… move…”
"Yes, sir," JungMin replied darkly, his hips slowly rolling as he pulled back a little then pushed back in. Each time he pulled back farther and pushed in harder. He set a languid pace, and moved gently until YoungSaeng told him otherwise. Hands gripped at YoungSaeng's sides, and he leaned in to take in those lips again, enjoying every inch of YoungSaeng's body under his.
Youngsaeng would have praised his own powers of prediction if he had any mental capacity for it. The feeling of Jungmin’s shaft sliding in and out, in and out, was almost too much to bear, and he lay, dazed.
His eyes were glazed over as the pain slowly gave way to pleasure, and he could feel his own cock harden inexplicably. It felt cold, and Youngsaeng instinctively tried to remedy that, hand lifting up and wrapping around his shaft, pumping.
Feeling YoungSaeng's hand brushing against his belly, he eased back to allow YoungSaeng the room to work. Lost in his own pleasure laden brain, JungMin tipped his head back and groaned. His hips began to thrust harder and faster as he gave in to his own need to intensify that sensation.
The incremental increase in speed left Youngsaeng gasping, and clumsily, he tried to match his pace with Jungmin’s. He was getting used to this, and lazily, he shifted a little, feeling something (probably a spring), dig slightly into his back. But the shift in angle caused an unexpected result. And seconds later, Youngsaeng cried out, stars exploding behind closed eyes as he bucked up in the explosion of pleasure.
Completely unprepared for that reaction, JungMin was gasping and staring down at YoungSaeng in rapt fascination at the myriad of facial reactions he seemed to be going through. It was downright hot. He was thrusting harder, deeper, wanting to see more of that beautiful face twisted in pleasure.
It was relentless, and soon all Youngsaeng saw was white and explosions of stars, and he begged Jungmin to stop, to slow down, to move faster, to push harder all at once, unsure of what he wanted anymore. His hand fell to the side, neglecting his own, but he didn’t care. It was so hard now, and he would come anytime soon, regardless of whether anyone paid attention to it.
He was close, so damn close and he wanted YoungSaeng to be there with him. Shifting his position ever so slightly, he thrust as hard as he had the energy for, hoping to hit that spot. "Come for me YoungSaeng," he moaned.
And Youngsaeng did. That last thrust bit straight into that bundle of nerves, and Youngsaeng jerked, screaming as he came. He didn’t even realize it until it was over, and he was coming so hard and fast that white liquid spilled all over both his and Jungmin’s stomach and onto the covers.
It was a beautiful sight seeing YoungSaeng covered, and the look of absolute contentment that followed was more than enough. JungMin dug his fingers into YoungSaeng's hips to hold them steady as he pounded the last few thrusts he needed until he was releasing that build up of frustration in the form of come inside YoungSaeng.
He rode it out, lazily grinding into YoungSaeng until the sensation was too much and close to painful. Pulling out slowly, gasping at the sudden change of temperature until he was collapsing on top of YoungSaeng, coiling his arms around and burying his face in his neck.
Youngsaeng let out a soft ‘oof’ when Jungmin collapsed on top of him, but he didn’t move, instead wrapping his hands around that sweaty slick body.
Nuzzling into Jungmin’s red hair, he closed his eyes, trying to recover his breath for a moment.
Laying there curled up in his arms, JungMin let his heart settle and his breathing relax. It was a short time before he was propping himself up on his elbows, starting down at YoungSaeng's covered belly and his own. He rolled to the side, letting a finger trail through the transparent white substance and then brought it up to his lips, and into his mouth, sucking on the coated finger slowly. "So, why did we need separate rooms again?"
Youngsaeng opened his eyes, staring at the sight, his throat suddenly dry again. “Uh… Because?”
Actually he couldn’t remember… maybe something about embarrassment?
Laughing, JungMin stared down at him. "Well when you put it that way, it sounds so reasonable." His expression softened and he brushed a hand against YoungSaeng's cheek. "Are you okay?"
Youngsaeng leaned into the cheek, his eyes softening as well. “Yeah… I think…”
He smiled, a wry look on his face. “I’ve certainly been through worse.”
"Oh?" Genuinely curious, JungMin settled on his side next to him. "Do explain these worse things you've been through."
“You’d be surprised how hard people who do not want to be kidnapped can hit.” Youngsaeng sighed, curling up around the other. “It’s certainly not the first time I’ve gotten hurt on the job.”
"Speaking of," JungMin let his fingers run through YoungSaeng's hair. "What are we going to do about this botched kidnapping job? I don't think we can hide in this room forever." His hand stilled for a second and he looked in YoungSaeng's eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
“It’s not the first time I’ve botched a job, so the most I’ll get is laughs and teasing… except for the boss’ son…” Youngsaeng sighed, before leaning forward and kissing Jungmin’s forehead. “What’s there to apologize for. I willingly let you do it. Can’t help that I got hurt along the way. Besides, it doesn’t hurt that much.”
Arms curled around YoungSaeng protectively and JungMin glowered. "I'm not letting that asshole touch you," he grumped. The glower lifted at the second statement though, and he caught YoungSaeng's chin with his hand and brought him in for a kiss. "Good, I'm glad. I daresay you enjoyed yourself even."
Youngsaeng looked away shyly, before nodding slowly. “I did… but… question.”
He lifted his eyes, a serious look in his eyes. “Why… are you so protective of me… we just met today after all…”
"Hmm.. stockholm syndrome?" JungMin grinned. "Ah, a serious answer, well, we just had amazing mind blowing sex. Frankly, I don't want to be giving that up any time soon. Plus, there's just something in your eyes that makes me want to keep you all to my self, not let anything bad happen to you. Can you blame me?"
Youngsaeng frankly did not know how to reply to that, and he looked down, blushing yet again. But whatever the reason, he was just glad that Jungmin stuck by him, no matter what the reason. Even if that reason was only because they had good sex.
There was a long moment of silence until JungMin suggested something that he had been thinking about since he heard of YoungSaeng's predicament. "You know, we could just.. run. I don't have any kind of important life to get back to, and I worry about what'll happen to you when you tell your boss you messed up again."
“…Run?” Youngsaeng blinked, “B-but… where would we go?”
"Anywhere you want to go? I hear the sea is nice this time of year." JungMin grinned. Yes, it was a completely half-cocked idea, and that was kind of how he lived his life. "Paying off that debt would take a life time, and as much as I would love to help you pay it off, we'd only get so far on a waiter's salary."
“The sea?” Youngsaeng stared at Jungmin, wondering if the man was being serious about all this. But as tempting as it all sounded, real world worries plagued him, and he thought about how far-fetched this idea was. How would they run? Youngsaeng didn’t have a cent to his name, nor did they have any method of running away. The car he had was owned by his boss, so it would be entirely easy to be tracked down…
"Yeah, we could get a houseboat and live out on the sea!" Okay, maybe too much. "I just want to help Saeng, in whatever way you need me to."
Youngsaeng laughed at the idea. “How romantic…” He sighed, leaning against Jungmin’s chest and chuckling. “But there’s no real need to. I’ll just pay off my debt… and try to be less clumsy. You don’t need to help me. Really.”
"Like I told you before," JungMin tilted YoungSaeng's head up and leaned in to kiss him. "I don't need to help, I want to help. So if you want to pay off the debt, then I'll get two more jobs and help you."
Youngsaeng’s eyes softened a little sadly, and he leaned into the kiss, whispering. “Thank you…”
"You're very welcome," he murmured, letting their lips mingle. As the kiss ended, he looked down at their bodies and smiled. "I think though, we should at least shower first."
“Mmm…” Youngsaeng smiled back, patting Jungmin’s cheek. “Yes… but why don’t you go shower first… I’m a little tired.”
"Well, fine," JungMin pouted, but didn't press the matter. One last kiss to YoungSaeng's lips and he slid off the bed. Rose petals were stuck to various parts of him and he brushed them off irritably as he made his way to the bathroom. "I won't be too long.""
Youngsaeng nodded, lying back on the bed with a smile. “I’ll be waiting.”
Turning on the water, JungMin looked at some of the various bottles on the counter. Some were not exactly made for washing. Finding a soap and shampoo, he stepped into the shower and shut the door behind him. After rinsing cleaning up and rinsing off, JungMin let the water wash over him and sighed contently.
Youngsaeng had waited until the sound of water had started before he dared move. As much as he liked Jungmin, Youngsaeng just couldn’t saddle him with a burden he did not need to bear. It had been done to him, after all, and perhaps Jungmin was willing now… but two years down the line? Maybe not…
So Youngsaeng quickly dressed up in his clothes and left money on the table - enough to pay for the room and to hire a cab back to the city. And then, he left without a look back, because he knew that if he turned, he would be turning around to stay forever.
With a towel wrapped around his waist, JungMin left the bathroom. The grin on his face fell when he noticed YoungSaeng was gone, his clothes were missing, and there was money on the table. With a heavy sigh he sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the door.
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continue to part 2
Pairing: JungMin & YoungSaeng
Rating: NC-17
Summary: YoungSaeng fails at kidnapping, and JungMin takes advantage of it; AU, crack, smut
A/N: RP with curionenene, we really just made it up as we went xD
There were expletives tumbling out of his lips that would shock even the hardest of people, but that might have something to do with the face that was releasing these words. Young, big eyes, fair skin - a beautiful face that belonged in fairytales. This face also belonged to a person, other than cursing, was driving 100 miles an hour down a freeway with a bundled up person in the back of his car.
“Damn, damn, damn…” Youngsaeng stared into the rearview mirror, still spotting the car that was chasing. He bit his lip, trying not to lament over how everything had gone wrong the minute he’d grabbed the target. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone chasing him. The target should have been alone. But the second he did, Youngsaeng had suddenly found himself in a shitload of trouble. He wasn’t even sure where he was now, having taken many, many sharp turns in a bid to lose the car behind them.
He didn’t know how long he drove. But finally, the car behind seemed to have disappeared, and as Youngsaeng eased to a stop, he realized… that he actually seemed to have lost every car in sight.
He was on a deserted road… which Youngsaeng had no idea where he was.
The passenger in the backseat of the car was staring out the back window at the car's chasing before they were lost from view. There was a clearly puzzled expression on his face. One second he'd been walking along minding his own business, the next he was being thrown into the back of a car and being taken for a ride.
Clearly the driver didn't know what was going on either based on how much he was swearing and the fact that they were well outside of town at that point. Leaning forward, he spoke to the obviously frustrated driver. "Are we lost?"
Youngsaeng was three seconds away from banging his head into the horn in frustration, then when the target he had kidnapped suddenly spoke, he leapt up in his seat, head crashing into the top of the car with a dull thud.
There were a few moments of muffled expletives as Youngsaeng clutched his throbbing head. And leaning forward, finally did press the horn to punctuate his obvious pain.
Jumping when the other jumped, the passenger fell back into the backseat, hands coming up and eyes wide. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" At the sound of the horn, and the driver clutching at his head, he hesitantly leaned forward again. "Are you okay?"
If Youngsaeng’s head wasn’t pounding, he probably would have stared at the passenger. Most kidnapped people usually didn’t worry about their kidnapper’s welfare after all.
Instead, he waved the other guy away by default, rubbing at the sore spot on his head and trying to get rid of the stars that dotted his vision.
Sighing, the passenger sat back and tapped his fingers on his knees. Puffing out his cheeks, he started to hum and fidget. He didn't like sitting still for very long, and if the driver had hurt himself badly enough they might be there a while. "Hey," he leaned forward again, draping his arms over the front passenger seat and resting his chin on the top of it. "If you're hurt, I can drive for a while."
Youngsaeng had finally gotten the throb on his head down to a dull thud, but he hadn’t moved, trying to calm himself down. Then, at the question, he looked up, a startled look in his eyes.
“Huh?” Was his entire eloquent one word answer.
Blinking rapidly as he was now looking straight at the driver, he gestured with one hand towards the top of his head. "Your head, you could have a concussion or something. It's probably not safe to drive, you could pass out and kill us both."
“No… I’m fine… I didn’t hit it that hard and I’m pretty accident prone so this is norma- wait.” Youngsaeng paused in his words, staring at the passenger. “Why the hell would I let the person I’m kidnapping drive anyway? Oh… I see… nice try, nice try.”
Youngsaeng snorted, starting the car again. As if he was that dumb.
"Kidnapped?" The passenger exclaimed and his eyes went wide before snorting loudly. "Why the hell would anyone want to kidnap me?" He started to laugh, tipping his head back and he rolled helplessly in the backseat.
When he had calmed down a little, he leaned back over the front seat. "Did someone put you up to this? Is this one of those hidden camera shows or something?"
Youngsaeng’s lips thinned as he watched the passenger laugh in the rear view mirror. He didn’t understand why the guy was in such disbelief that he was kidnapped… maybe it was the shock.
Yeah, probably the shock.
He remained stoically irritated when the guy leaned forward. The scowl was evident on his face as he replied. “No.”
Shrinking back from the glare, the passenger sat back in the seat. "Okay, not a hidden camera. Still doesn't tell me why you're "kidnapping" me." He drew the word out and made a face. "So where are we going anyway, you lost whoever it was that was following us and we're kind of out in the middle of nowhere now."
Youngsaeng remained tight-lipped at both questions. Well, actually, he didn’t know why this guy was being kidnapped. He had his orders from his boss and he just followed them. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit the person that he was kidnapping that he was lost.
"You're not much for conversation," the passenger sighed and leaned against the door, staring out the window. "If you told me where we were going I could try and give you directions at least. Driving around aimlessly isn't going to get us very far."
“Generally, you don’t talk to the people you kidnap.” Youngsaeng answered before he could help himself. Then, he looked away, cursing himself. Bah… he really wasn’t cut out for this business. He was only in it because he owed a debt to the person he was working for after all.
The passenger just scowled at that and crossed his arms. "Still don't get why anyone would want to kidnap me. It's not like I have money, or family, or am important. I'm just a waiter. A bad one at that."
“…” Youngsaeng frowned, the man’s sentence taking a while to sink in. “A waiter… what? Aren’t you Kim Jungwoon? Some… rich man’s kid or another?”
"What? No, my name is Park JungMin," JungMin was baffled. "I've never heard of this JungWoon fellow. Nor do I have rich parents, boy I wish I did."
There was a pause, then suddenly Youngsaeng slammed his foot on the breaks and the car screeched to a halt. He jammed the gear into park, turning around with a wild look in his eyes. “What do you mean you’re not Kim Jungwoon?!”
JungMin was flung forward into the back of the seat as the car came to a halt and then fell backwards again. His mouth worked as he tried to talk, noticing the look in the driver's eyes. "My... my name is Park JungMin." He said again, quietly.
Youngsaeng stared aghast at the person who was not Kim Jungwoon. No, no, no, no… this couldn’t have happened… of all the mistakes he could do…
“Crap.” The word was out of Youngsaeng’s mouth before he could stop it. A shaky hand was raised and it rubbed eyes that were slowly tumbling down into horror. “Oh… < i>crap.”
"Um.. sorry?" JungMin bit his lip and began tapping his fingers on his knees again. He really didn't know what was going on, but the guy looked really upset about something.
Youngsaeng had already buried his head in his hands, but at the apology, he raised one and waved the apology off. He knew he shouldn’t be so polite and all, but… he wasn’t a professional kidnapper unlike the one who he was ‘employed’ to now. And frankly… he just really didn’t care anymore.
"So.. um.. why are you trying to kidnap this JungWoon person?" JungMin leaned back over the seat, tilting his head and giving the driver a sympathetic look. Mistakes happened, right?
Youngsaeng shook his head, mumbling. “I don’t know actually… I’m just the hands and legs… I never know what’s going on.”
Then, realizing something, he looked up with a look of confusion on his face. “Um… I know I’m not really cut out for this kidnapping thing so I’m blabbering my head off here… but why the heck are you so calm?”
Shrugging, JungMin smiled at him. "You weren't really after me, so why should I have been worried?"
“I meant in general, but… also…” Youngsaeng waved his hand around trying to illustrate his point. “Most kidnappers would be so incensed something went wrong they could like… shoot you… you know… I’ve seen it happen… literally…”
"Yeah," JungMin thought about that, his bottom lip sticking out in thought. "But, a kidnapper who was going to shoot someone, probably wouldn't have left their target in the backseat without tying their hands up or something. Or got lost, or you know, picked up the wrong person."
Youngsaeng sighed, realizing that this Jungmin guy had a point. He sighed, reminded of how horrible his life was before running a hand through his hair. “I guess you’re right…”
He sat there for a moment, trying to think what to do next and came up with a blank. “…Well… I’m screwed.”
"How come? It's not too late for you to go pick up the other guy is it?" Honestly, JungMin only knew as much about kidnapping as what was in the movies.
“From what I know, there was only a small window of opportunity… this guy’s guarded like a prize calf. And for good reason…” Youngsaeng sighed, rubbing his face. “Besides… to pick up the guy, we have to be where the guy is… and honestly. I have no idea where we are now…”
Looking out the window, JungMin frowned. "I think.. we're in the middle of nowhere." He turned back and tilted his head. "What's your name?"
“Youngsaeng… Heo Youngsaeng.” He answered before he realized that he probably shouldn’t have. Ah… screw that. “Well… then I guess we’re lost…”
"It's nice to meet you YoungSaeng," JungMin flashed a smile and went back to looking out the window. "Maybe we should ask for directions somewhere. We can't be that far from civilization."
“Yeah…” Youngsaeng didn’t know why his heart skipped a beat when Jungmin smiled at him. Now that he wasn’t panicking, he realized that Jungmin was indeed quite different from the guy he was supposed to kidnap… and much better looking.
Knocking that thought out of his head, Youngsaeng started the car again, wondering if he should maybe turn back from where they came from. Did they pass by any shops or petrol stations? Youngsaeng couldn’t remember.
"You mind if I sit up front with you? I feel a little weird back here, like I'm a kid again." Without waiting for an answer, JungMin climbed over the seat. He was a collection of flailing limbs before he managed to get himself in his seat and oriented the right way. "I think we passed by a corner store a little ways back, want to try there?"
“Uh…” Youngsaeng kept a tight grip on the brake, and thanked the heavens that he managed not to let go of it despite the sudden proximity to the strange man he’d accidentally kidnapped. Blinking, he scratched his head and nodded, turning the car around. “How far back is a ‘little ways’?”
"Not sure, not that far, a few minutes at most? But then, we were going much faster when we passed it the first time so... ten minutes maybe?" Leaning against the door, one leg folded under him and staring straight at YoungSaeng. "So, why is it you picked me up by mistake?"
“Well… you were there where the person I was supposed to kidnap was supposed to be… And I was in a bit of a fluster because the boss said that there would only be a few minutes or so to grab him…” Youngsaeng explained, rubbing his head. “Although now I’m not sure if I got the timing wrong, or the place wrong…”
"I can't really help you there, although, I don't really know why some important person's kid would be hanging out in that area." JungMin kept his eye on YoungSaeng, his lips quirked to the side as he took in the profile. The guy was very pretty, that was for sure. "So, how is it someone as gorgeous as yourself is going around kidnapping people anyway?"
The car swerved suddenly to the side before Youngsaeng quickly righted it, his face burning pink. “W-wha?”
Yelping as he was almost tossed head first into the dash, JungMin stopped himself with a hand and looked around in the road for an animal or something that YoungSaeng was trying to avoid. "What? What happened?"
If possible, Youngsaeng flushed even more as he realized that his reaction was a little big for something like that. “Uh… no… nothing… uh… what did you ask again?” He tried to change the topic, refusing to look at Jungmin.
"I asked why someone so gorgeous was going around kidnapping people, it's highly unusual," JungMin righted himself in the seat and put on his seatbelt- just in case.
Ignoring the fact that he’d been called ‘gorgeous’, Youngsaeng bit his lip before explaining. “Well… my parents ran off a few years ago, leaving me with a serious debt and no way to pay it off. I was about to be sold into prostitution when my current boss bought me instead… And so, I’m just doing whatever he says, since he kind of owns me now…”
JungMin didn't say anything for a minute, his brow creased and his lips pulled into a thin tight line. "That's kind of low for someone to do to their own kid. I'm sorry." He turned back to YoungSaeng. "How much do you owe?"
“Eh?” Youngsaeng blinked before he shrugged. “Well… about 100, 000, 000 won. I think more than I started off with since I keep… failing in my job.”
“The boss is really kind though… and I feel bad for messing things up so much.” Youngsaeng licked his lips nervously. “I don’t really mind working for him… his son however…”
Eyes widened at the amount, but he said nothing, that was a lot of money. He skipped over that bit and went on to the other. "The boss' son? Does he not like you or something?"
“Well… there is the fact that I am losing money for them.” Youngsaeng said carefully, “He says that… I could be employed better.”
"Employed better? What does that mean?" The more YoungSaeng explained about his situation, the more JungMin felt sorry for the guy. He was in a bad way and none of it was his fault.
“…” Youngsaeng searched for a less incriminating way to say this and finally came up with. “Well… remember what I supposed to be sold for? Except for… well… the boss’ son… and… yeah…”
"Oh.. OH.." JungMin felt his temper rise at that. Not entirely sure why, but that was just all kinds of wrong. "Well, we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."
Youngsaeng blinked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at Jungmin. “We?”
"Yes, we," JungMin crossed his arms over his chest and looked at him. "You got me into this mess, told me your life story, and expect me not to want to help? No one deserves that kind of life. I'm helping."
Youngsaeng realized after a second that he’d nearly drifted off the road, so concentrated on staring at the determined face looking at him. He didn’t know why, but his heart warmed at the sentiment, and he had to duck away before he became a flushed tomato. “You don’t need to. Really…”
"I don't need to, but I will," JungMin grinned at him again. "Besides, you could probably use the help. Just going by what I've seen far." He turned back to look out the window, catching sight of the shop they'd passed earlier. "Oh, there it is. Hopefully it's open?"
Youngsaeng missed the road to turn into the shop and had to back up. He refused to look at Jungmin and that bright, cheeky smile of his or he knew that he’d probably blush again, and maybe do something he’d regret. Swallowing as he stopped the car, he began to get out shakily. “S-stay here? I’ll go ask for directions…”
Noticing the shaking, JungMin reached out and grabbed YoungSaeng's hand. "Hey, are you okay? I can go in instead if you want."
Youngsaeng pulled his hand out of Jungmin’s with a high squeak. “Ah! No! I’m fine… uh… just stay here!” He practically hugged his own hand and quickly turned around, looking like a startled rabbit scuttling off.
Giving the departing figure a quizzical look, JungMin shook his head. The guy was weird, but had a nice ass. Opening up his door he stretched out his legs and stood up. He wandered back and forth next to the car for YoungSaeng to return.
Youngsaeng had actually ran to the side of the building, pressing his head against the cool wall and had began to mutter cursing to himself. After managing to calm himself a bit, he peeked out of the side and spied on Jungmin, who was pacing around. Biting his lip, he wondered why the hell he was behaving this way with a guy he’d just met.
Sighing, and figuring that he’d not get the answer anytime soon, Youngsaeng stalked off, looking for the entrance to the building.
Leaning against the car, JungMin stared out towards the road. He had yet to see a single car pass by and wondered like hell how a place like this stayed open. Humming to himself, he lost track of the minutes until he realized that YoungSaeng still wasn't back. A frown of concern, he looked over his shoulder, wondering if he should go in after him.
Youngsaeng came back a few second later, his face still burning red, but for a different reason. “Uh… I got directions… They said there isn’t anywhere else for miles though, and that it’s pretty dangerous driving at night so they offered a room… but…”
"But...?" JungMin smiled expectantly. He had no idea why YoungSaeng was blushing so fiercely for, what could have happened in such a short amount of time?
“…It’s a love hotel.” Youngsaeng swallowed before looking at the ground as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
JungMin bit his lip and tried not to fall over laughing. "A love hotel?" He choked out after a few calming breaths. "Well, what are still doing standing out here then?"
Youngsaeng stared at Jungmin, not exactly comprehending that the red head has said what he just said. “Uh… what?”
"Well it's a love hotel, obviously only one thing happens here," JungMin sauntered around the car, rolling his hips suggestively. "We wouldn't want to sully the establishment's good name by not living up to those expectations." He stopped a pace away from YoungSaeng, smirking at him. "Right?"
Youngsaeng stared wide-eyed at Jungmin, entirely stunned, a little scared, and if he was honest to himself, rather turned on. He gulped, unwittingly taking a step back. “Uh… I’ll just… book two rooms!” Youngsaeng tried to turn around and walk (run) away.
"As long as you've got the money for it, I don't have my wallet!" JungMin called after him, laughing. Maybe it was a bit much, but the reaction was kind of worth it.
Youngsaeng knew at the back of his head that Jungmin probably had only been teasing, and hearing the laughter that followed, it proved that true. But somehow, Youngsaeng didn’t whether to know relieved or disappointed.
He tried to ignore that though, as he went to the front counter and told the rather sleazy looking girl manning it for two rooms. He also ignored the strange look she gave him.
Following along behind, JungMin shook his head. Poor guy was wound so tight. Understandable given his situation, but he hoped that in some way he could some of that burden off of him. He waited in the doorway of the office until YoungSaeng had finished booking the, sigh, rooms.
Youngsaeng finished up all the procedures and turned around to see Jungmin there. Walking forward, he waved the key before holding it out to Jungmin. Here… You’re in room 504 and I’m in 505… not many people come here so I got rooms side by side. Apparently the place is sound-proof and what not… not surprising though, since people come here to… and you know what? I’m babbling… let’s just go up to our rooms.”
Taking the key, JungMin smiled at him as he went on.. and on. "Yes, let's." He held the door upon and motioned for him to go first.
Youngsaeng quickly slid in through the opening, practically clamping his lips shut to keep him from babbling. Gah… he didn’t know why he was feeling so nervous… although he was quite the fail kidnapper, when it came to keeping quiet and stoic-looking, he was at least pretty good… but…
Letting the door close behind him, JungMin caught up to YoungSaeng and threw an arm around his shoulder. "So, what shall we do until we're tired enough to sleep? I don't know about you but I'm a little wound up from all this excitement. Need something to burn off all this extra energy."
Youngsaeng practically tensed up like a compressed spring when Jungmin put an arm around him. “Uh… we could… uh…”
He looked around, looking anywhere but Jungmin. He was pretty sure his face was extremely red right now, and wondered how the heck he still had enough blood to rush southwards as well.
JungMin could feel the tension in YoungSaeng's shoulders. Smiling, he gave him a friendly squeeze. "Hey, relax. There's no use worrying about anything right now, let's just enjoy the night and forget about those troubles until tomorrow." They approached the rooms and JungMin stopped, turning to YoungSaeng. "So, your room or mine?"
Unfortunately, that wasn’t what Youngsaeng was exactly tense about. And he swallowed, trying to deny the fact that Jungmin’s teasing him was turning him on.
Gawd, what in the world was wrong with him? He’d never been a horny person - being on the other end of the perversion tended to put him off that. But now, it was almost as if his hormones had taken steroids and were having a mad rave, running amok in his body.
“Uh…” Youngsaeng quickly turned to his room, unlocking the door. He thought it was better to ignore Jungmin’s question and maybe pretend he didn’t hear it.
"Your room it is," JungMin smirked, his eyes wandering down YoungSaeng's body and then back up while he was turned away. When he got the door open, JungMin was right behind him, looking over his shoulder at the room. "Well isn't this charming."
Youngsaeng sputtered at Jungmin’s words, turning around with a scandalized look. But before he could say anything, Jungmin had distracted him, and soon he looked at the room and subsequently paused.
It was like something out of a bad romance novel - queen sized bed with petals strewn over, a mirror on top, a bottle of cheap champagne and two wine glasses and… holy crap. A box of sex tools sitting the front of the bed?!
Trying not to laugh, JungMin looked around in half amused horror. "Wow, if these walls could talk I'm sure they'd tell us what amounts to a bad porno." He maneuvered around YoungSaeng and walked towards the bed, staring down at the sex toys. Picking one up delicately, he turned to YoungSaeng. "I wonder what this one's for?"
Youngsaeng felt as if he’d permanently turn into the colour of a boiled lobster when Jungmin held up what looked like a rather large vibrator. He swallowed for what must have seemed like the thousandth time that they and found himself edging towards the door in a bid to escape. “Maybe we should just… sleep in the car…”
"Why?" JungMin dropped the toy back down and sat down on the bed, bouncing on it a little. "It's a room, it's a bed, we can ignore the rest of the stuff if you want." He smiled and leaned back, letting his weight rest on his arms and crossed one leg over the other. "Besides, my legs are too long to be comfortable in that car."
“Then, I’ll sleep there.” Youngsaeng was practically squeaking right now, his already high voice turning up a notch with each passing minute. He wished he could just bolt right there and then, but somehow, he just couldn’t bring himself to… the sight of Jungmin lying down on the bed…
"Don't be silly," JungMin slid off the bed and walked towards YoungSaeng. "What exactly are you thinking is going to happen when you're sleeping all by yourself hm? The toys going to come alive and pleasure you?" He took YoungSaeng by the hand and pulled him in, shutting the door behind him.
Youngsaeng let out a wordless cry when he was suddenly pulled inside. He stumbled slightly and practically fell onto Jungmin when he did.
"Woah!" JungMin caught him, "Be careful there." He helped to right YoungSaeng, keeping an arm about his chest to make sure he was steady on his feet. "Are you okay? You look a little flushed. You're not getting sick are you?" He brought up a hand to check YoungSaeng's forehead for fever.
Youngsaeng shook his head in a bid also to get Jungmin’s hand off him. “No! I’m fine… just…”
He trailed off. Just what? Just… tired? Irritated?
‘Frustrated.’ His mind supplied, and he nearly groaned at the double meaning of the word.
"Understandable," JungMin let his arms slip from around YoungSaeng and took a step back. "It's not exactly an ideal situation you're in right now. But I'm here for you, I can help. Anything you need from me, I can do." He smiled brightly at YoungSaeng.
Youngsaeng stared at the bright smile with not a small measure of confusion. Why was Jungmin saying all these things? He’d only just met Youngsaeng… and found out that he was a kidnapper and all, and he was still so cheerful. He just didn’t get Jungmin…
Youngsaeng had of course, conveniently ignored the fact that he too was too comfortable with the same total stranger - so much that he’d told his life story…
"So, what did you want to do?" JungMin looked around. There was no couch, no TV, just a bed. Well he knew what he wanted to do, but he ignored that thought and turned back to YoungSaeng. "Any ideas? We could just sit and talk for a while, that'd be fine too."
He didn’t have any ideas, so he shrugged. “Talk… I guess…” Youngsaeng mumbled, looking any where but Jungmin. “I told you about myself, so it’s only fair that you tell me about you…”
Since standing around talking was only mildly comfortable at dinner parties, JungMin flopped down on the bed on his stomach. Hands cupped his chin and he grinned. "There really isn't much to tell. My parents died a couple years back, I work at a seafood restaurant, and my apartment is the size of a shoe box. Truthfully, this is the most fun I've had in ages."
“You find being mistakenly kidnapped fun?” Youngsaeng raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. Having been in this business for eons, he couldn’t see how this was any fun. Then he comprehended the first part of Jungmin story and fell quiet. “I’m sorry for your loss… by the way…”
"It's okay, they were older, and ill for a long time," he shrugged and rolled over onto his back. "And yes, I find this fun. Not the you in trouble part, but the me out doing something with someone part. I don't have many friends and all they want to do is get drunk every night after work." He tilted his head back to look up at YoungSaeng who was still standing. "None of them are nearly as pretty as you either."
Youngsaeng blinked. He did suppose that, from a mundane angle, Youngsaeng’s life going around doing adrenaline inducing things was fun. For Youngsaeng though, it was just work, and he sometimes wished that he could live the mundane live Jungmin led. He didn’t say anything though, only scowled a little at being called pretty again.
Noticing the scowl, JungMin pouted. "What did I say something wrong? And you can sit down you know, I'm not going to bite." Unless YoungSaeng asked, but he was not about to say that out loud.
Hesitating for a second, Youngsaeng finally sat down beside Jungmin, albeit a little gingerly. So far, Jungmin hadn’t jumped on him yet, and apart from the teasing, it didn’t seem like he would any time soon. “No… nothing wrong just… I’m a little tired at everyone saying that I’m pretty…”
"Oh,"JungMin turned onto his side and looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I mean you are, and if we knew each other better I'd be all over you." He grinned and winked. "But I'll refrain from saying it from now on."
“Thank y- what?” Youngsaeng looked down, eyes slightly widened. Now that it had sunk in, Youngsaeng had realized what Jungmin had said and he wasn’t sure if the guy was teasing or not.
"What?" JungMin blinked at him. "The I'd be all over you part, or the me not saying you're pretty again part?"
“The first one.” Youngsaeng replied promptly before realizing that that would only lead to more teasing. “I mean the second… or both. Both! Yes, both…”
Sitting up, JungMin's eyes narrowed at him. "Well, for the second part, it's like I said, I won't call you pretty anymore. As for the first...." He shifted slightly and started to crawl over the bed towards him, stopping just a few inches away and stared at him. "If I had my way, I'd throw you down right now. But that might make you uncomfortable too, right?"
Youngsaeng flinched a bit before he stared back into Jungmin’s eyes. This close, Youngsaeng somehow couldn’t deny how… desirable Jungmin was to him, despite them only having met just a few hours ago. His mouth opened, but no words came out to reply, and the silence stretched.
JungMin smirked and leaned in a little closer. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable YoungSaeng, so you just tell me that you wouldn't like that and I won't mention it again."
“I’m… not…” Youngsaeng shifted a little nervously, getting a little cross eyed from staring at Jungmin’s lips. He blinked before looking up at those mischievous brown orbs and licked his own lips. “…uncomfortable…”
"No?" JungMin leaned even closer, his lips hovering over YoungSaeng's while his eyes stared right into the other's. "Not even when I'm this close?"
“I… uh…” Youngsaeng barely dared to move his lips, his voice barely higher than a whisper. “No… not really…”
"Good." JungMin pressed forward, letting their lips meet. Sliding his body closer and wrapping an arm around YoungSaeng's waist. He let the kiss linger for a moment before pulling back. "How about now?" He whispered.
Youngsaeng gasped a little when Jungmin pressed their lips together. But suddenly, when Jungmin pulled back, Youngsaeng blinked at him a little owlishly, unaware of what had happened in those seconds when their lips met. He was only aware of a tingling feeling, the touch too short for him to determine it. And a strange need settled in him - a need to find out exactly what that mysterious feeling was.
And without answering Jungmin’s question, he leaned forward, pressing their lips together again. He thought vaguely that this was probably answer enough.
Taking that as a no, JungMin would have laughed. He honestly didn't expect YoungSaeng to be so forward, but he wasn't going to complain. One hand snaked it's way up YoungSaeng's back and neck into his hair. His lips parted and head tilted at an angle to allow for a deeper kiss.
It was like fireworks exploding in his body - as kitsch and cliché it all sounded. Youngsaeng didn’t really care. Only that the parted lips and tilted head meant that he could explore this feeling more. This wondrous way that his lips melted against Jungmin’s, the fuzzy, warm feeling in his stomach, the burning desire that flared with Jungmin’s every touch.
He wanted more, and a soft whine escaped his lips, eyes closing, hands wrapping around Jungmin’s waist to pull them closer.
Spurred on by YoungSaeng's seeming need, JungMin slowly lowered YoungSaeng onto his back, keeping his arm around his waist and pressing himself against him. The kiss never broke and his tongue was making exploratory slips in and out of the other's mouth. The feel of YoungSaeng's body against his and JungMin moaned into the kiss, and tightened his hold in his hair.
His chest was tightening at the lack of air, but Youngsaeng didn’t care. This was strange… Youngsaeng had kissed plenty of girls and even some guys - all part of the job description, and some having been experiments or flings. But none of those kisses had the electricity of this one - the electricity that had Youngsaeng craving for more and more.
He didn’t know how, since Youngsaeng had never been the expert in kissing, but his lips moved along perfectly with Jungmin’s. His tongue danced an intricate dance with Jungmin’s with the other as the leader, and it was his first dance where he hadn’t stepped on the other’s metaphorical toes.
Easing off, JungMin straddled YoungSaeng's hips and pulled back. Arms unwound and pressed firmly into the mattress on either side of YoungSaeng. He was breathing heavily, and he stared down into YoungSaeng's eyes. As much as he was a tease, he hadn't expected YoungSaeng to be so willing, to be so needy.
Not that he was complaining. Avoiding his lips this time, JungMin lowered down, brushing gentle kisses against YoungSaeng's throat and neck, tasting the skin with slow, soft licks in between.
Youngsaeng groaned at the feel of Jungmin’s silken lips against his throat, and his hands clutched loosely at the mattress. As much as Youngsaeng had joined his fellow kidnappers in watching rated things, and as much as Youngsaeng had had offers, the man hadn’t really had that much experience in what they were doing now. And even more rare was the way Jungmin was affecting him - this searing fire with each touch - even if it was the barest of brushes.
“Jung… min…” Youngsaeng breathed out, closing his eyes and hiding the mild bemusement in them. “I…”
"Hmm?" JungMin continued the trail of kisses up his neck and jaw before leaning back to look in YoungSaeng's eyes. He brushed at his hair with a finger, a small smile playing on his lips. "Something wrong?"
Youngsaeng looked into those light orbs and reached up to run his finger underneath, feeling the soft skin there. “Who are you?” He whispered, curious. “That you make me feel this way?”
Leaning into the touch, JungMin sighed. "I'm just me," he whispered back, "no more, no less. Just me." He held Youngsaeng's gaze, he didn't know how else to answer, or how to tell him that holding and kissing him was the most exciting and pleasurable feeling he'd ever had.
A small smile curled at the tips of Youngsaeng lips at the answer, and slowly, he stroke the soft skin of Jungmin’s face. Questions swirled at the edge of his brain, but he pushed them firmly away. Youngsaeng had so little that he could actually claim as his, and now, he wasn’t going to let another thing pass by him.
“Is that so?” He answered, closing his eyes and say the words in his mind even though they don’t make much sense. “That’s good. I wouldn’t have someone who isn’t you.”
"I'd hope not, could you imagine being in this situation with that JungWoon guy you were supposed to have kidnapped?" JungMin smirked, letting his fingers play with YoungSaeng's hair, twirling and winding around.
Youngsaeng blinked before he laughed, shaking his head. He hadn’t laughed in ages and the sound surprised him a little. “I don’t think that ‘Jungwoon’ guy as you refer him to even knows what sex is. From the description, I would have guessed he’s the type that is coddled beyond common sense.”
“But anyway.” Youngsaeng leaned in closer, “Enough about him.”
"You implying you know a bit about sex then?" JungMin smirked, teasing at YoungSaeng's lips with a few nips of teeth then moving on to his jaw and neck. Fingers unwound from his hair and slowly slid down his body to rest at his waist to tease at the sliver of exposed skin there.
Youngsaeng let out a soft yip, stilling the reaction to kick out at Jungmin when lips seared down his skin, playing against his hipbone. His hand lifted and wound into the fiery red hair, embarrassment clear in his eyes. “Well… I guess. But the practical is very different from the theory it seems.”
Looking up, JungMin stared at YoungSaeng with raised brows. "The... theory? Does that mean you're a...?"
Youngsaeng bit his lip, suddenly feeling more than a little embarrassed. “A virgin.” He completed, “…Sorry.”
"Nothing to be sorry about," JungMin's eyes wandered around YoungSaeng's features. "We don't have to do... anything you're not comfortable with, I.. I'm sorry, was I pressuring you?" He began to panic and sat up, his face flushing. "I don't want to pressure you, I'm sorry, I should have realized, you were all nervous and fidgety. Gah, I'm so blind." His hands hid his face as he sat back and groaned.
Youngsaeng blinked when Jungmin sat up, and without realizing, he protested softly at the loss of warmth on him, sitting up after the other man and making a grab for the man’s wrists.
He held the hands close to his heart before lifting them up to kiss the fingers softly. “No… you’re not pressuring me into anything. Not at all.”
"If you're sure," JungMin watched YoungSaeng kiss his fingers, his thoughts drifting to other things those lips could do. Hanging up his reservations, JungMin pulled him over into his lap, letting YoungSaeng's leg's wrap around his waist. "So is this how you imagined your day end up? Fooling around with the guy you accidentally kidnapped on a rose petal strewn bed in some sleazy one nighter motel?"
Youngsaeng breathed a little heavier at the new proximity, and he buried his face into Jungmin’s neck, nibbling on the skin a little. “I never imagined it really… but I figured that one day I wouldn’t be so lucky and have had nightmares about getting pulled into some dark alley and getting deflowered there. So, by comparison, this isn’t all that bad…”
Trying hard to focus on what YoungSaeng was saying, he moaned softly. "Well, I'll make sure it's just that great of an experience then," his voice was thick as he was trying to not swallow his tongue with the wonderful sensation of YoungSaeng's lips on his neck. "I'll try to be gentle." He whispered while his hands were already at YoungSaeng's waist, massaging at the skin of the small of his back.
“Do whatever you want.” Youngsaeng whispered back, closing his eyes, his teeth grazing against Jungmin’s skin.
Gasping, JungMin's hands tightened their hold and dragged slowly up YoungSaeng's back. "You shouldn't say such things," he growled before pulling back and tearing the shirt off of YoungSaeng. With the hindrance removed, JungMin's hands roamed over the bare chest, nails lightly digging in. His lips were attached to a point just below YoungSaeng's collarbone, firmly sealing his mouth against the skin and sucking at it.
A gasp slipped past Youngsaeng’s lips, and he barely had time to prepare when lips attached to his skin and sucked. Pressing his suddenly hot face to Jungmin’s neck, Youngsaeng couldn’t help the way he moaned out the sensual waves of desire originating from that single spot.
It was getting harder and harder to think, and Youngsaeng couldn’t remember if this was part of the descriptions of sex that he’d watched, read and heard. Only that it felt good and he wanted more. “Ah… Jung…min…”
"Hmm? What is it Saeng..." JungMin's mouth was roving around, his long flat tongue leaving trails on the bare expanse of YoungSaeng's chest. His fingers hand found hardened nipples to play with and were twisting and flicking at them alternatively.
Youngsaeng lost whatever he was going to say, his mind thrown off at the way his sensitive skin was being teased. Moans replaced words, and he shivered in Jungmin’s hold, trying not to arc up and press their already close bodies closer together- oops. Too late.
"That's kind of rude you know," JungMin's mouth was following the way of his fingers and bit down on the skin just shy of his nipple. "Breaking my attention and not saying anything."
“I-aaaaaaaah…” Youngsaeng couldn’t concentrate in the least, bucking a little at the feel of teeth on his skin. He tried to grasp hold of words but couldn’t. It was embarrassing, he guessed, but at the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
"Tsk tsk, no manners these days." JungMin shifted his mouth over a few inches, tongue reaching out to the hardened nub of YoungSaeng's nipple. Swirling and flicking before closing his lips over it to draw it into his mouth. While his mouth was busy, his hands were making their way down his chest and around his side, sliding all the way down until he had a firm grasp on YoungSaeng's ass.
He seriously needed to expand his vocabulary during sex - or at least the foreplay of it. Youngsaeng knew somewhere in the back of his mind that they hadn’t even gotten to the heat of things, and already he was like this. It didn’t bode well for the later part of this, certainly. And already, Youngsaeng was shivering in Jungmin’s hold, wanting to beg for more, but not knowing how.
JungMin chuckled, obviously the guy was in a daze and would need some coaxing. "Tell me what you want YoungSaeng," he murmured, lips were traveling back up his chest to his neck, little marks left by teeth. "You want more of this?" The lips reattached to his neck, tongue lapping at the skin between hard sucks.
“I… I…” Youngsaeng tried hard to think. What did he want…? What did he… ah… that felt… Wait, he needed to concentrate. Jungmin still needed an answer and… “Oh God…I… want… I want you…”
"Well, you have me," JungMin purred against his throat, the lips sliding along to the underside of his jaw. His hands released their grip only to plunge into YoungSaeng's pants, squeezing the soft flesh of YoungSaeng's ass. "What do you want me to do?"
Youngsaeng felt so small and helpless against Jungmin’s onslaught, and it should have at least bruised his pride that he couldn’t even protest against the way Jungmin violated his personal space. But somehow, he didn’t mind, moving into the warmth of the hand even. And suddenly, something in Youngsaeng’s mind snapped and he rose up, lips latching onto Jungmin’s ear as he whispered. “Fuck me, Jungmin.”
Grinning, JungMin used his hands as a fulcrum and tipped YoungSaeng down onto his back. Leaning down over YoungSaeng, he nipped at the tip of his nose. "With pleasure." He crawled backwards on hands and knees, teasing and worrying at bits of YoungSaeng's bare flesh until he reached his destination. With deft practice, YoungSaeng's pants and boxers were off and in a heap on the floor.
Smiling broadly at his prize, JungMin placed hesitant fingers around YoungSaeng's cock. Slowly sliding them up and down while he made short work of his own clothes, switching out hands as he needed.
The gentle heat that enveloped him caught him a little by surprise, and he jerked up a little, unprepared. His hips tensed as they tilted up that so little, even as he got more used to the feeling of Jungmin’s firm fingers stroking that hardness of his, encouraging it.
It felt too good, and Youngsaeng cursed comfortably, although his vocabulary not as colourful as it had been earlier when he’d first picked Jungmin up. He thought that was reasonable, since he probably couldn’t concentrate enough to tap in on those words.
"You like that?" JungMin said coyly, the pace beginning to pick up. "I bet you'll like this even more." His head dropped and in one fell swoop his throat was full of YoungSaeng's erection. His head twisted from side to side, teeth ever so gently scraping along the shaft as he pulled back up.
So he had been wrong when he thought he couldn’t curse colourfully during sex. The sudden increase in pleasure as a jolt shot up his shaft send words that would make sailors weep tumbling out of Youngsaeng’s lips, and Youngsaeng jerked up, entirely unable to help it.
The unexpected hit to the back of his throat and JungMin tried not to gag, easing himself back slowly and pinning YoungSaeng's hips back down with one hand while the other held the erection that had come close to choking him. "I thought you would enjoy that, did you want more?" He teased at the tip with a combination of thumb and tongue.
“Ahh…” Youngsaeng mumbled, edging closer and closer to delirium with each touch. And he fought against the hand that pushed his hips down, wanting more of the heat and pleasure. “Yes… please… Oh God… please…”
"Your wish..." JungMin murmured, giggling inwardly, something to do with genie's and rubbing coming to mind. He turned back to the task at hand, or in hand as it were, and brought his lips to curl back around the twitching organ that was the subject of his attention.
While one hand and mouth were busy, the other was sliding down YoungSaeng's thigh and then back up. Each pass of his hand went lower and lower until when he brought it back up it was nudging at YoungSaeng's ass. One finger teased around the sensitive skin of YoungSaeng's entrance, flitting the very tip of said finger in every other pass around.
The giggle brought a rise of embarrassment to Youngsaeng’s cheeks, but that was only a small part of the red that flushed his face. Most of it came from the heady rush of blood southwards, and the heat that generated from his body as he moaned and writhed within the restraints Jungmin had placed on him.
Then, he jerked again at the finger which teased at the entrance of his hold, before he wiggled closer, trying to work out what to say so that Jungmin would stop teasing and just do it already. But he couldn’t figure out the words, and settled for action instead.
Looking up at YoungSaeng, JungMin grinned deviously. "Impatient are we?" He didn't wait for an answer before thrusting the finger in, slowly turning it in circles before pulling back out and thrusting it in again.
Okay, Youngsaeng had now degraded into delirium. His mind was black haze of pure want, and he whined and pleaded and moaned for more.
Taking his cues from YoungSaeng, JungMin let another finger join the first, letting the two dance in circles inside YoungSaeng tight ass. His eyes were wandering to the collection of sex toys. Seeing what he wanted, he grinned and reached over to take it.
Fingers were removed and JungMin held up the bottle of lube to YoungSaeng. "Strawberry work for you?"
Youngsaeng thought he might have said, “Yes, whatever. Get on with it!” But on second thought it might have come out more as a loud groan instead. But whatever it was, Youngsaeng reached out, grabbing Jungmin’s hair and tugging down so that he could crash lips with the other man.
He would have crashed heavily onto YoungSaeng's chest if he hadn't of broken his fall with his hands. He sure was demanding. JungMin was not going to complain, he relished the taste and feel of YoungSaeng's lips, while emptying the contents of the lube in his hand and rubbing it over his much neglected self.
He kept YoungSaeng preoccupied, nibbling at his lips and groaning into his mouth meanwhile his hands were raising up YoungSaeng's ass and lining himself up. He broke the kiss off and stared into YoungSaeng's eyes the moment the tip of his dick was pressed against that very sensitive prepared hole.
Youngsaeng had gotten the idea and quickly wrapped his legs around Jungmin’s waist, securing him tightly to the other man. Then there was a pause, and they both stared into each others’ eyes, panting heavily. A smile crept up slowly on Youngsaeng’s lips - a moment of clarity, before the haze of pleasure would crash down again.
And he leaned up, whispering. “Do it.”
JungMin sobered slightly, leaning in to kiss YoungSaeng gently and whispered. "This.. will hurt." He squared his hips while holding on to YoungSaeng's. He never let his eyes waver from the other's as he slowly pushed.
Youngsaeng gasped at the foreign feeling of something pushing into his hole. The fingers had been nothing compared to this. A keen ripped from his mouth, and he shifted, jerking a little, trying to make himself more comfortable in the pain.
Watching with a sympathetic look, JungMin could do little more than stroke YoungSaeng's sides and whisper soothing words as he pressed in little by little. A war was waging in his mind though, he battled back the sensations of having his dick wrapped so tightly and warm inside YoungSaeng that he could scream as well.
Fully pressed in, he trembled at the feeling and waited, letting YoungSaeng adjust before making any movement or sound. His breathing was heavy and labored as he fought the temptation to pull back and slam in repeatedly. "Tell me how it feels, YoungSaeng," he whispered.
Swallowing, trying to moisten his now dry mouth, Youngsaeng shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. His eyes shot over to Jungmin at the question, and he wet his lips, trying to put this intangible feeling of absolute pleasure into words… and failed.
“I… ah… Jungmin…” Youngsaeng closed his eyes, groaning. “Just… move…”
"Yes, sir," JungMin replied darkly, his hips slowly rolling as he pulled back a little then pushed back in. Each time he pulled back farther and pushed in harder. He set a languid pace, and moved gently until YoungSaeng told him otherwise. Hands gripped at YoungSaeng's sides, and he leaned in to take in those lips again, enjoying every inch of YoungSaeng's body under his.
Youngsaeng would have praised his own powers of prediction if he had any mental capacity for it. The feeling of Jungmin’s shaft sliding in and out, in and out, was almost too much to bear, and he lay, dazed.
His eyes were glazed over as the pain slowly gave way to pleasure, and he could feel his own cock harden inexplicably. It felt cold, and Youngsaeng instinctively tried to remedy that, hand lifting up and wrapping around his shaft, pumping.
Feeling YoungSaeng's hand brushing against his belly, he eased back to allow YoungSaeng the room to work. Lost in his own pleasure laden brain, JungMin tipped his head back and groaned. His hips began to thrust harder and faster as he gave in to his own need to intensify that sensation.
The incremental increase in speed left Youngsaeng gasping, and clumsily, he tried to match his pace with Jungmin’s. He was getting used to this, and lazily, he shifted a little, feeling something (probably a spring), dig slightly into his back. But the shift in angle caused an unexpected result. And seconds later, Youngsaeng cried out, stars exploding behind closed eyes as he bucked up in the explosion of pleasure.
Completely unprepared for that reaction, JungMin was gasping and staring down at YoungSaeng in rapt fascination at the myriad of facial reactions he seemed to be going through. It was downright hot. He was thrusting harder, deeper, wanting to see more of that beautiful face twisted in pleasure.
It was relentless, and soon all Youngsaeng saw was white and explosions of stars, and he begged Jungmin to stop, to slow down, to move faster, to push harder all at once, unsure of what he wanted anymore. His hand fell to the side, neglecting his own, but he didn’t care. It was so hard now, and he would come anytime soon, regardless of whether anyone paid attention to it.
He was close, so damn close and he wanted YoungSaeng to be there with him. Shifting his position ever so slightly, he thrust as hard as he had the energy for, hoping to hit that spot. "Come for me YoungSaeng," he moaned.
And Youngsaeng did. That last thrust bit straight into that bundle of nerves, and Youngsaeng jerked, screaming as he came. He didn’t even realize it until it was over, and he was coming so hard and fast that white liquid spilled all over both his and Jungmin’s stomach and onto the covers.
It was a beautiful sight seeing YoungSaeng covered, and the look of absolute contentment that followed was more than enough. JungMin dug his fingers into YoungSaeng's hips to hold them steady as he pounded the last few thrusts he needed until he was releasing that build up of frustration in the form of come inside YoungSaeng.
He rode it out, lazily grinding into YoungSaeng until the sensation was too much and close to painful. Pulling out slowly, gasping at the sudden change of temperature until he was collapsing on top of YoungSaeng, coiling his arms around and burying his face in his neck.
Youngsaeng let out a soft ‘oof’ when Jungmin collapsed on top of him, but he didn’t move, instead wrapping his hands around that sweaty slick body.
Nuzzling into Jungmin’s red hair, he closed his eyes, trying to recover his breath for a moment.
Laying there curled up in his arms, JungMin let his heart settle and his breathing relax. It was a short time before he was propping himself up on his elbows, starting down at YoungSaeng's covered belly and his own. He rolled to the side, letting a finger trail through the transparent white substance and then brought it up to his lips, and into his mouth, sucking on the coated finger slowly. "So, why did we need separate rooms again?"
Youngsaeng opened his eyes, staring at the sight, his throat suddenly dry again. “Uh… Because?”
Actually he couldn’t remember… maybe something about embarrassment?
Laughing, JungMin stared down at him. "Well when you put it that way, it sounds so reasonable." His expression softened and he brushed a hand against YoungSaeng's cheek. "Are you okay?"
Youngsaeng leaned into the cheek, his eyes softening as well. “Yeah… I think…”
He smiled, a wry look on his face. “I’ve certainly been through worse.”
"Oh?" Genuinely curious, JungMin settled on his side next to him. "Do explain these worse things you've been through."
“You’d be surprised how hard people who do not want to be kidnapped can hit.” Youngsaeng sighed, curling up around the other. “It’s certainly not the first time I’ve gotten hurt on the job.”
"Speaking of," JungMin let his fingers run through YoungSaeng's hair. "What are we going to do about this botched kidnapping job? I don't think we can hide in this room forever." His hand stilled for a second and he looked in YoungSaeng's eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
“It’s not the first time I’ve botched a job, so the most I’ll get is laughs and teasing… except for the boss’ son…” Youngsaeng sighed, before leaning forward and kissing Jungmin’s forehead. “What’s there to apologize for. I willingly let you do it. Can’t help that I got hurt along the way. Besides, it doesn’t hurt that much.”
Arms curled around YoungSaeng protectively and JungMin glowered. "I'm not letting that asshole touch you," he grumped. The glower lifted at the second statement though, and he caught YoungSaeng's chin with his hand and brought him in for a kiss. "Good, I'm glad. I daresay you enjoyed yourself even."
Youngsaeng looked away shyly, before nodding slowly. “I did… but… question.”
He lifted his eyes, a serious look in his eyes. “Why… are you so protective of me… we just met today after all…”
"Hmm.. stockholm syndrome?" JungMin grinned. "Ah, a serious answer, well, we just had amazing mind blowing sex. Frankly, I don't want to be giving that up any time soon. Plus, there's just something in your eyes that makes me want to keep you all to my self, not let anything bad happen to you. Can you blame me?"
Youngsaeng frankly did not know how to reply to that, and he looked down, blushing yet again. But whatever the reason, he was just glad that Jungmin stuck by him, no matter what the reason. Even if that reason was only because they had good sex.
There was a long moment of silence until JungMin suggested something that he had been thinking about since he heard of YoungSaeng's predicament. "You know, we could just.. run. I don't have any kind of important life to get back to, and I worry about what'll happen to you when you tell your boss you messed up again."
“…Run?” Youngsaeng blinked, “B-but… where would we go?”
"Anywhere you want to go? I hear the sea is nice this time of year." JungMin grinned. Yes, it was a completely half-cocked idea, and that was kind of how he lived his life. "Paying off that debt would take a life time, and as much as I would love to help you pay it off, we'd only get so far on a waiter's salary."
“The sea?” Youngsaeng stared at Jungmin, wondering if the man was being serious about all this. But as tempting as it all sounded, real world worries plagued him, and he thought about how far-fetched this idea was. How would they run? Youngsaeng didn’t have a cent to his name, nor did they have any method of running away. The car he had was owned by his boss, so it would be entirely easy to be tracked down…
"Yeah, we could get a houseboat and live out on the sea!" Okay, maybe too much. "I just want to help Saeng, in whatever way you need me to."
Youngsaeng laughed at the idea. “How romantic…” He sighed, leaning against Jungmin’s chest and chuckling. “But there’s no real need to. I’ll just pay off my debt… and try to be less clumsy. You don’t need to help me. Really.”
"Like I told you before," JungMin tilted YoungSaeng's head up and leaned in to kiss him. "I don't need to help, I want to help. So if you want to pay off the debt, then I'll get two more jobs and help you."
Youngsaeng’s eyes softened a little sadly, and he leaned into the kiss, whispering. “Thank you…”
"You're very welcome," he murmured, letting their lips mingle. As the kiss ended, he looked down at their bodies and smiled. "I think though, we should at least shower first."
“Mmm…” Youngsaeng smiled back, patting Jungmin’s cheek. “Yes… but why don’t you go shower first… I’m a little tired.”
"Well, fine," JungMin pouted, but didn't press the matter. One last kiss to YoungSaeng's lips and he slid off the bed. Rose petals were stuck to various parts of him and he brushed them off irritably as he made his way to the bathroom. "I won't be too long.""
Youngsaeng nodded, lying back on the bed with a smile. “I’ll be waiting.”
Turning on the water, JungMin looked at some of the various bottles on the counter. Some were not exactly made for washing. Finding a soap and shampoo, he stepped into the shower and shut the door behind him. After rinsing cleaning up and rinsing off, JungMin let the water wash over him and sighed contently.
Youngsaeng had waited until the sound of water had started before he dared move. As much as he liked Jungmin, Youngsaeng just couldn’t saddle him with a burden he did not need to bear. It had been done to him, after all, and perhaps Jungmin was willing now… but two years down the line? Maybe not…
So Youngsaeng quickly dressed up in his clothes and left money on the table - enough to pay for the room and to hire a cab back to the city. And then, he left without a look back, because he knew that if he turned, he would be turning around to stay forever.
With a towel wrapped around his waist, JungMin left the bathroom. The grin on his face fell when he noticed YoungSaeng was gone, his clothes were missing, and there was money on the table. With a heavy sigh he sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the door.
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