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"Yuna, I need you here. It's an important week for my family. Let's just keep this on the down low and break it to them later, okay? There's no reason to make a scene now."
Below him, the soft light of the chandelier spilled over the grand living room in a warm fireplace glow. His family was gathered with glasses of wine in hand, their conversations blending with the faint hum of a holiday jazz classic. The scent of cinnamon and freshly baked cookies surrounded them, and the cozy touches of the season were everywhere—plush blankets draped over armchairs, garlands wrapped around the banisters, and personalized stockings hung with care, all despite it being barely a week into December.
Winter holiday was non negotiable in this household. It wasn't just a season, it moved like a sacred institution. His grandmother was born on the first day of snow, and somehow that fact had snowballed into the holiday becoming the pinnacle of this family calendar.
The matriarchal traditions ran deep and the expectations ran deeper. No business meeting, no personal conflict, no worldly responsibility could take precedence over grandmother's winter celebrations.
When Sunghoon tied the knot with his boyfriend of three years in the states earlier this year, their grandparents (never ones to settle for missing out) had suggested hosting an intimate reception back in Korea during winter so everyone in the family could come.
Grandmother's birthday, a wedding, and Christmas all rolled into one grand marathon of celebrations. What could be missing? Oh, right. A funeral. Preferably his. Because Jay was at risk of ruining the entire thing.
Jay leaned against the balustrade on the second floor landing, watching them. The phone pressed tightly to his ear, his tie loosened and shirt unbuttoned at the collar.
"Jay, I've already told your assistant and probably half your staff by now that I'm not coming. What part of 'we're no longer engaged' do you not understand?"
Jay turned away from the view of his family, pacing the length of the landing. "I get it, okay? But they don't. They're expecting you, Yuna. My grandmother's been planning this for months. She talks about you like you're already part of the family."
"You can't just call me out of nowhere and expect me to show up and play pretend. Are you crazy?"
"We don't have to pretend that we are okay. Just... be there."
"I'm not part of your perfect little picture anymore, Jay. And it's time everyone else knows too."
Jay stopped mid pace, the weight of his request suddenly feeling unreasonable even to himself. He raked a hand through his hair, his frustration was driven dangerously close to guilt. "Just... this one week. That's all I'm asking. For them. Can't we—"
"Goodbye, Jay."
The line went dead.
Jay lowered the phone, staring at it for a moment. The laughter and chatter from the living room floated up, grounding him. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his shirt and headed back downstairs.
"Jay!" His grandmother's voice called as he reached the bottom of the stairs. "Where's Yuna? She's coming this week, right?"
Jay froze for a fraction of a second before forcing a polite smile. "She... had something come up last minute. Work, you know how it is during this time of the year."
His grandmother's face fell slightly. "That's a shame... I was really looking forward to seeing her."
"I was too," Jay lied. "Actually, speaking of work, I have to head back to Seoul now. There's a project that needs my attention."
His family groaned in unison, disappointment coloring their expressions.
His mother gave him a worried look. "You're leaving so soon? Can't you handle it from here?"
Sunghoon lounged against the armrest of the couch, one arm draped casually over Jungwon's shoulders, his fingers drawing lazy patterns along the knit of Jungwon's sweater. In his other hand, he swirled his wine glass. "Isn't that what Sunoo's for? He can't manage it?"
Jungwon, nestled comfortably against Sunghoon's side, his head tilting just enough to rest against Sunghoon's shoulder. His legs were curled up beneath him, and he absentmindedly played with the hem of Sunghoon's sleeve. "Exactly," Jungwon teased, "What's the point of having him if you still have to take care of everything yourself?"
"I wish it was that simple," Jay said, dodging their gaze. "But you know how it is."
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and took a slow sip of his wine. "Sounds like an excuse."
Jungwon chuckled at that. "You'll still make it to the reception, though, right?"
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it."
The answer seemed to satisfy them and Jay wasted no time excusing himself. Grabbing his coat, he stepped outside, the night air ruthlessly biting at his face as he crossed the cobblestone driveway.
He stopped short in front of his black Maserati Quattroporte, only to find it blocked by his family's cars from all sides. His gaze shifted, landing on a red Porsche 911 Carrera 4 GTS Cabriolet—Sunghoon's little baby—parked apart and practically glowing under the warm estate lights, probably from all the rigorous polishing Sunghoon so religiously did for it.
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Jay turned to a nearby house helper loading luggage into another car. "Get me Sunghoon's keys."
He hesitated. "Mr. Sunghoon's keys?"
"Yes," Jay replied, pointing at the Porsche. "I'll handle him later."
The helper nodded and hurried inside. When he returned with the keys, Jay took them with a quick, "Thanks," and tossed his coat and briefcase into the passenger seat.
Sliding into the driver's seat, Jay adjusted the mirrors, his hands gliding over the leather steering wheel. Sunghoon would definitely throw a fit when he found out. But right now? Jay didn't care. Sunghoon could use his car for the rest of the week.
Shifting the gear, he eased out and toward the long driveway that led out of the estate.
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Jay didn't mean to stop. But halfway to Seoul, the car's GPS decided to quit on him. The car slowed to a stop at the edge of a lively, slightly sketchy part of town. Neon signs buzzed overhead, people milling about, and loud music spilling out of bars. It wasn't an area he was familiar with.
Fumbling with his phone for directions, Jay glanced up, and his gaze caught on a figure leaning casually against a scrambler motorbike near a convenience store. The man's leather jacket clung perfectly to his frame, paired with washed out baggy jeans that had seen better days. Tousled purplish-red hair fell effortlessly across his forehead, catching electric blue reflections of the bar's neon signs. A lit cigarette dangled lazily from his lips. He looked careless, confident, almost detached from the chaos around him.
"Need something?" the man asked.
Jay blinked, realizing he'd been staring. He forced his gaze back to his phone. "No. Just checking my directions."
The man raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Fancy car like that in this area? You're lost." He exhaled a plume of smoke, snubbing the cigarette out with his boot whilst straightening up. He stood taller than Jay'd thought.
"I'm trying to find the way back to Seoul."
"And you stopped here of all places?" Jay sensed the incredulity that accompanied his soft laughter. He came closer, propping an arm against the car door like he owned the thing. "Alright, I'll help you. For a fee."
"A fee? For what? Pointing me to the nearest freeway?"
"For directions and making sure you don't end up robbed. You stick out like a sore thumb in this part of town." He rapped his knuckles lightly on the convertible's frame. "Deal?"
Jay sighed. "Fine. How much?"
The man tilted his head in mock seriousness. "Hmm. Normally, I charge hourly. But for you? 100,000 won and dinner."
"You're joking."
"Do I look like I'm joking?" He straightened, tossing his keys from one hand to the other. "I'm starving. Let's go."
For reasons Jay couldn't quite explain, and perhaps against his better judgment, he agreed. Five minutes later, they were seated in a nearby 24 hours self serve instant ramyeon shop. Jay only drank water while the man devoured an instant ramyeon like it was his last meal.
"So," the man said between bites, finally introducing himself. "I'm Heeseung. What's your name?"
Jay arched a brow, momentarily distracted by the soup dribbling down his chin. "I'm Jay."
Heeseung wiped it away with the back of his hand, and repeated, "Jay," as if testing the name on his tongue. His gaze flicked over Jay. "Let me guess, lawyer?"
"Not quite."
"You sure? You've got that sharp useless look on you."
Jay's lips twitched amusedly. "Unfortunately, I am sure."
"Banker?"
"I'm a businessman."
"Wow, that's... vague. What kind of businessman?"
"Corporate acquisitions and restructuring."
"Sounds like a fancy term for unemployed rich people who wear ties for fun."
"You could think of it that way." Jay reclined slightly, folding his arms. "What do you do?"
Heeseung paused mid bite, his chopsticks hovering over his plate. Carefully, he set them down, the corners of his mouth curling into a sly grin. "You really want to know?"
Jay gave a small nod, his initial disinterest giving way to mild curiosity.
Heeseung inched forward, resting his elbows on the table as though bracing for the shocking revelation he was about to deliver. "I'm a male prostitute. Rent boy. Gigolo."
Jay blinked once, twice, then simply nodded. "Oh."
"That's it? Just 'oh'?" Heeseung asked, head inclined away. "No dramatic gasp or sudden religious urge to pray for my soul?"
"I don't really see the point in judging someone for how they make a living."
Heeseung's smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of amusement. "Huh."
Jay shrugged. "Besides, you don't seem the type to care what others think."
"True," Heeseung grinned. "I just wrapped up for the day. I usually work a few blocks over by that nightclub with the fountain. Tourists tip well."
"And this?" He gestured around the dingy ramyeon shop.
"Comfort place. Anything that's not instant here is terrible, but the vibe's immaculate. Helps me unwind."
"You don't strike me as someone who needs to unwind."
Heeseung raised a brow, his grin turning lopsided. "What, you think I'm just some devil-may-care guy riding around on a motorbike, living the dream?"
"Aren't you?"
Heeseung's smile imperceptibly turned wistful. "Maybe. Depends on the day. What about you? You living your dream?"
The word yes ready on his tongue like a force of habit, but he retracted. Lying to a stranger felt unnecessary, especially one he was unlikely to see again. "Not exactly."
"Figures." Heeseung grinned. "People like you are always too busy making money to figure out what you actually want."
Jay met his gaze, curious. "Do you know what you want?"
"Sure," Heeseung said breezily. "Right now? Another ramyeon. Later? Who knows?"
"I thought you'd have a bigger picture."
"I do." Heeseung finished up his soup before he continued, "It's just made up of smaller, day to day pictures. You don't finish a masterpiece in one sitting. You just keep adding brushstrokes."
"And what does your masterpiece look like so far?"
Heeseung smirked, leaning back lazily against the chair. "Messy, but it's mine."
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Heeseung swung a leg over his motorbike, straddling it. He glanced over at Jay, who was standing by the car. "Alright, here's the plan," he began, snapping his helmet strap into place. "I'll ride ahead, and you can follow me. I'll lead you straight to the nearest freeway. Easy."
Jay was about to climb into his car when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out, glancing at the screen. A text from Yuna flashed across.
"Stop texting me. I'm tired of this. I care about your family but move on, please."
He stalled, hand hovering over the car door handle. He looked up at Heeseung, now adjusting his gloves. The grip on the car door faltered.
"Actually…" The word left his mouth before he fully registered the impulse.
Heeseung turned, tilting his helmeted head. "Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you'd consider spending the night with me."
Heeseung stopped mid motion, one hand on his bike's handlebar. "I charge by the hour, rich boy. You sure you can last that long?"
Jay reclined against the car, both corners of his mouth lifting in a relaxed smile. "Not what I meant. I just like your company. But I'd still pay you professionally."
"Ah, sure. That's exactly what's going to happen."
"I'm serious."
"Oh, I believe you. That's what makes it so funny." He shook his head, letting out an incredulous laugh. "You really wanna blow that much cash on me? I mean, I get it—I'm pretty, but seriously? A whole night?" He arched a skeptically intrigued eyebrow. "I'm not some kind of emotional support escort. I'm fun, but I'm not that fun."
"I'm not expecting anything you're not offering."
Heeseung snorted. "Past midnight, my rates go up. Premium pricing."
"Ballpark it for me."
Heeseung stepped off his bike, his lips curled into a teasing smile as he reached for the pen tucked neatly into Jay's coat pocket. "Alright, Mr. Corporate Acquisitions," he drawled, letting his fingers linger just a bit too long as he plucked the pen free. "Let's see how serious you are about buying my time."
He caught Jay's hand, his calloused but gentle hand. Heeseung tilted his head to meet Jay's gaze with a smile as he scribbled a number across Jay's palm, with a couple extra zeros on purpose, expecting Jay to flinch or laugh—or maybe backpedal entirely. But Jay didn't even blink.
It only took a glance for Jay to seal the deal. "Done,"
Heeseung's brain stalled, completely forgetting to keep his expression neutral.
"You're serious," It wasn't a question, he was confirming the absurdity of the situation for himself.
"I don't make offers I don't mean."
Heeseung shook his head, letting out a low chuckle that was equal parts amused and disbelieving. "This is too easy. Makes me feel like I should've asked for more."
"I'm sure you'll let me know if I underpaid."
"Damn right I will."
After Heeseung left his bike in the care of a friend's shop with a cheeky warning to guard it with their life, he slid into the car. Throughout the drive, he stretched his hand out into the icy night air, grinning at the sharp cold sting against his fingertips.
Jay glanced over, already fiddling with the control for the convertible top. "I can close it if it's too cold."
"Are you kidding? I've never been in a car like this. Feels like something out of a movie."
"Suit yourself."
They hit the open road, and Heeseung kept craning his neck to take in every detail of the Porsche. The way the leather smelled, the hum of the engine, the gleaming dashboard—everything was pristine. He let out an impressed whistle. "This thing's a dream. What's it like behind the wheel?"
Jay glanced sideways. "Why don't you find out?"
"For real?"
"It's not my car, I don't care."
Heeseung burst into laughter. "You're insane." But when Jay pulled over and unbuckled his seatbelt, Heeseung wasn't about to miss the chance.
Switching into the driver's seat, Heeseung ran his hands reverently over the steering wheel, his eyes sparkling.
"You realize you're trusting me, a complete stranger, with a car worth more than my entire life, right?"
"Just don't crash," Jay quipped.
With a wicked grin, Heeseung shifted into gear, and the car roared to life as he pressed down on the accelerator. The burst of speed set them free, Heeseung half in disbelief, and Jay, well, he was just entertained to see such unbridled joy coming from a person.
"Holy shit, this thing flies!" Heeseung's voice carried away by the wind as they zoomed down the highway.
Heeseung glanced over at Jay, multiple times while still keeping his eyes on the road. "You're either the coolest guy I've ever met, or the dumbest. Can't decide which."
"Probably both."
"Fuck, I'm never gonna forget this!"
Jay leaned his elbow against the door. Although his smile was subdued, it was still just as genuine, "Me too."
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Jay's accommodation was a penthouse in the heart of Seoul's business district, the kind with marble floors, chandeliers, and staff who greeted Jay with the kind of trained sophistication that only money could buy.
Heeseung trailed a few steps behind, taking it all in awe. "So this is how the one percent lives, huh? Fancy."
Jay glanced back, one brow raised. "You've never been in a place like this?"
"Oh, sure," Heeseung replied sarcastically, "All the time."
They crossed the grand lobby, curious eyes turned toward him, subtle at first but growing bolder. A couple seated near the entrance exchanged murmurs behind their hands. Even the staff, though supposedly trained in discretion, couldn't entirely conceal their curiosity.
The effect was clear—he didn't belong here, and everyone knew it.
Heeseung didn't falter. He met every stare, daring anyone to verbalize their judgment aloud. He wasn't ashamed; he wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, he seemed to relish the discomfort he inspired in others.
They reached the elevator and Jay took out a black metal keycard to scan it. With it, the doors slid open with a quiet chime.
When they reached Jay's suite, Heeseung paused at the threshold, leaning against the doorframe to take a look around. "Damn. This is nice."
The room was as extravagant as the rest of the hotel, if not more. With floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the town's twinkling holiday lights, plush furniture in muted, tasteful dark tone, and a bar stocked with liquor that looked like it belonged in a collector's gallery.
Jay slipped off his jacket and draped it over a chair. Heeseung headed straight for the bar, his eyes scanning the collection of bottles before picking one up. He turned it in his hands, eyebrows lifting at the label.
"This is probably worth a fortune. Mind if I try?"
"Help yourself."
Heeseung poured himself a drink. "Is this your regular lifestyle, or are you just trying to impress me?"
Jay loosened his tie and unfastened the cuffs of his shirt, tossing them into a glass bowl on a side table. "No one to impress. I travel a lot for work, so I stay in places like this when I can. Usually, I'm based in Seattle. I'm only in Seoul for business… and this family thing. My cousin's wedding reception."
"Sounds fancy," Heeseung said, leaning one elbow on the counter. "Big deal?"
Jay dropped onto one of the couches. "Big enough."
"Do you have a wife? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?"
"Fiance." Jay then clarified a beat later, "Ex-fiance."
"And where is this ex-fiance right now?"
"She moved out of our place last week. She's in New York now, where she's always belonged. Or not. I'm not sure."
"What happened?"
"Apparently being with me was too suffocating."
"Suffocating?" Heeseung repeated. "What does that even mean?"
"She said I had a way of making everything too controlled. Too rigid. Like there wasn't any room for her to breathe. She wanted more freedom." He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I thought being dependable was the answer to that, like… a nice cushion to her freedom? Turns out, I was just holding on too tight."
"Yeah, well, dependability is nice. But sometimes people just want to feel alive."
Jay chuckled. "I bet you'd know a lot about that."
Heeseung took a sip, his eyes widening slightly. Relishing the taste of smooth liquor coating his taste buds. "Okay, I get it now. Rich people don't just drink expensive stuff because they can, it actually tastes better." He set the glass down with an easy grin. "You know, I don't usually do… this. My usual's more like motels or those crappy 'bedroom' setups in apartment basements. Cheap, functional, no frills. This?" He gestured around the suite. "This is luxury."
Jay also glanced around and pursed his lips. "You get used to it."
"See, that's where we're different. You get used to it. Me? I'd be milking every drop of its worth. Room service every day, just to see how many options I can cram into one meal."
"You're welcome to try."
"Oh, I will," Heeseung said, flopping onto the couch beside him and grabbing the tablet off the coffee table. With a flick of his wrist, he started scrolling through the menu. "Caviar? Filet mignon? Dessert that looks like an art sculpture? Sign me up."
Jay laughed. "You're not exactly shy, are you?"
"When you work this kind of job, you learn quick. Timid doesn't pay the bills." His grin turned wry. "I'm not exactly 'high-end escort' material, you know? But women, especially older women, are usually… more considerate. Some of them even take me to nicer motels if they're feeling generous."
Jay's brow furrowed, though he didn't interrupt. Heeseung continued in casual honesty, "I don't mind, really. Simple is better. It's straightforward. Less pressure, less pretense. The hustle's easier that way." He took another sip of his drink and leaned back, his gaze fixed on the glittering view outside the window. "This, though? It's fun. Luxurious. But I don't need it."
Jay studied him for a moment before steering the conversation. "Do you prefer working with women?"
"Definitely," Heeseung said without hesitation. "Not saying guys are all bad, but women? They're... softer. Easier to read. They don't treat you like trash just because they've had a bad day. Most of them, anyway."
"I can see that. I wouldn't trust men either."
"But you trust me."
"Most men," Jay corrected.
The silence that followed was comfortable. Heeseung tipped his head back against the couch, a small smile playing on his lips. "You know, you're surprisingly easy to talk to for someone who probably owns, like, a yacht. I always figured guys like you would be... I don't know, out of touch. What would we even talk about?"
Jay raised an eyebrow. "But I don't own a yacht."
"See? Humble and rich. A rare breed." Heeseung's grin widened, and they both laughed.
Jay's gaze softened the moment he looked at Heeseung. "And you're... a breath of fresh air."
"Different good or different bad?"
"Good."
Heeseung chuckled, shaking his head as he looked away. "You need to go out more."
"I like it inside."
Heeseung rolled his eyes. "Don't get used to it. I'm not sticking around forever."
"Maybe." Jay hummed. "But tonight, you are."
"What are you going to do to me tonight, then?"
"You tell me. I didn't plan any of this. I didn't plan you."
His phone buzzed and they both flinched.
Jay reached for the phone, glancing at the screen. "Sorry. I need to take this."
"Who calls at this hour?"
"Work. It's morning in Seattle." Jay was already halfway to his room, phone against his ear. "Order some room service if you want. It might take a while."
Heeseung's eyes followed him until Jay disappeared into his room. "Guess the rich don't sleep either."
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By the time Jay stepped out of his room after the long and exhausting phone call, the coffee table was cluttered with plates of gourmet desserts, half finished entrees, and even a bottle of champagne Heeseung had found and popped open.
His leather jacket was tossed carelessly across the back of the couch. The TV was on, its volume low, playing a random American sitcom Heeseung had no intention of following as he was now sitting comfortably on the balcony cast stone balustrade, a plate balanced in one hand as he forked up a dessert.
Jay stepped out onto the balcony, hands in his pockets, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The cool night breeze brushed against his skin, but he didn't feel it. He was too focused on Heeseung.
"That looks like a lawsuit waiting to happen."
"Boring people worry about lawsuits. Interesting people make stories." He slid off the balustrade with grace. "Want a bite?"
"No, thank you."
Heeseung gestured toward the skyline with his fork. "Have you seen this? It's so beautiful. I always heard Seoul wasn't as amazing as people said it was. But from up here, hundreds of feet above everything, it looks... fucking beautiful. I wonder how much of this world I'm missing out because I can't afford it."
"I haven't really gone out much since I got here," he admitted after a moment. "Mostly just come here to sleep."
"You really should go out more."
Jay's eyes lingered on Heeseung. "Maybe."
"So," he asked, glancing at Jay. "What was that about Seattle? Work stuff?"
"Just... work."
Heeseung tilted his head, curious. "Is that what you do every day?"
"Pretty much. And more."
"You're really successful, aren't you? Your parents must be really proud of you."
Jay stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets, it was chilly. His gaze dropped to the twinkling street far below, smiling. "I hope they are." His eyes then fell on Heeseung's bare arms. "Aren't you cold?"
"A little," he tipped his head sideways. "But that jacket? Too stiff, too confining. I'd rather be uncomfortable than restrained."
Jay's lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. "That your philosophy? Uncomfortable is better than restrained?"
"Depends. What's the point of freedom if you're too scared to feel anything? Cold, wind, heat—it's all part of being alive."
"I thought recklessness was just another way to distract yourself."
Heeseung's eyes gleamed with a sharper edge. "Is that what you think I am? Distracted?"
"More like avoiding something." Jay shrugged, his stance unruffled. "I've met people like you. Though maybe I'm wrong. You seem like the type who leans into chaos, not away from it."
"Chaos keeps things interesting," Heeseung replied smoothly, stepping closer. "I mean, take people like you for example. Just… look at you. I bet you've got more chaos than you let on."
Jay chuckled. "You like to bet on people you just met?"
"Only when I'm right."
"And you think you're right about me?"
"I'd bet everything I've got." Heeseung tilted his head, studying Jay. "You've got that whole stiff… rigid… stuck in your ways vibe. But plans fall apart, don't they? You ever let things just happen?"
Jay met his gaze. "Sometimes. But I prefer when things happen for a reason."
"Predictable," Heeseung said with a teasing scoff. "But maybe I'll be the reason this time."
Jay stepped past him, heading inside. "I don't make bets unless the odds are worth it."
Heeseung followed. "Oh, I'm worth it."
Jay paused by the couch, picking up a blanket from the couch to hand it out. "And modest, too."
Heeseung ignored it, hip perched on the couch armrest. "Modesty's overrated."
Jay's gaze lingered, drifting to Heeseung's lips before meeting his eyes again.
"What?" he teased, "Is there something on my face?"
Jay stepped closer as he tipped Heeseung's chin up with a gentle hand. "Not yet."
Heeseung's eyes flicked to Jay's hand, then back to his face, his grin turning daring. "Well, don't hold back now."
"I won't."
The word his lips before he had time to think. He told himself he was just distracting himself with a taste of a life outside of this tedious norm, there was nothing else to it. He should have looked away, but he didn't. Couldn't. Heeseung didn't either.
What was this? Curiosity? Desperation? Maybe both. His life had been a series of clean cut choices, every decision tied to some sense of duty, propriety, or expectation. A perfect little picture, as Yuna put it. But this, this moment, this night, this man, wasn't a clean cut choice or expected. And that was the point, wasn't it? A wild card. Something to prove, maybe. Or something to feel.
From the way Heeseung would dress, the ear piercings he adorned himself with, the air he brought himself in, he looked completely out of place in this place—and yet, right now, he was the only thing in it that felt real to Jay.
He wanted to ask Heeseung something but the words wouldn't come. He cradled Heeseung's face, his thumb tracing the outline of his lips. He can feel the plumpness of them, no doubt made sweeter by the desserts and champagne.
He guided Heeseung's head up to meet his gaze. "What can you do?"
"Anything but a kiss on the lips."
Heeseung's fingers brushed against Jay's shoulder as he gently pushed him back towards the sofa behind him. Jay gave in, allowing himself to be led until he was seated and Heeseung straddled him. Jay's hands naturally found their way to his hips, softly caressing his thighs.
Slowly, Heeseung dragged his tongue along the length of Jay's neck before moving up to nibble on his earlobe. He began to roll his hips in a tantalizing rhythm, teasingly brushing against Jay's growing erection through their clothes.
Jay rolled his head back, inhaling deeply as Heeseung made his way down to kneel between his legs. With each button he unfastened on Jay's shirt, Jay felt himself getting hotter, and when he reached for his belt and pants, Jay's breath caught.
Heeseung wrapped his hand around Jay's length, stroking slowly. "You ever wonder what it'd be like to let go completely?"
"Only every damn day."
"Let me show you."
With a wicked grin, Heeseung dragged his tongue along the underside of Jay's shaft. The sensation of hot, wet suction caused Jay to gasp, his hands coming to rest on Heeseung's head, fingers tangling in his hair.
"Fuck," Jay breathed, his hips instinctually thrusting forward, seeking more of it. "You're good at this."
Heeseung hummed in response, his tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the precum that had already formed. He worked his way down, taking more of Jay into his mouth with each push, savoring the feel of him filling his mouth.
"Suck harder."
Heeseung obliged, increasing the pressure, using his lips and tongue to coax every drop of pleasure from Jay's throbbing member.
Jay's head fell back, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sensation. Under Heeseung's ministrations, he was unraveling. "God, Heeseung… fuck."
He sucked and lapped the tip. "Open your eyes. Look at me."
Jay's gaze locked onto Heeseung's in pure unadulterated lust.
"Watch me." He began bobbing his head steadily as he milked Jay with his throat.
"That's it," Jay groaned. "Almost there..."
Heeseung pulled back, teasing the head with his tongue before taking Jay deep again. Jay's grip tightened, his body trembling as he reached the edge.
"I'm gonna come," Jay panted, "Don't stop."
Heeseung didn't. He maintained his pace with ferocity, driving Jay closer to the edge.
Jay's orgasm ripped through him, his body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over him. He came hard. Heeseung pulled off, releasing Jay with a wet pop, letting Jay finish on his face before swallowing it down greedily.
Their eyes met, a smug smile playing on Heeseung's lips.
"You're really pretty," Jay breathed out, wiping a trail of cum on Heeseung's face with his thumb. "Angelface."
Heeseung smiled because he knew a lie for what it was. A tender blasphemy. A big sinful lie.
"I know what I am," he said, "My wings were burnt a long time ago."
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Morning came. Jay sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Heeseung's sleeping form. His face looked so much softer in repose. His tousled hair framed his features endearingly and Jay wasn't ready to look away from it. Jay chuckled quietly to himself before rising, grabbing a robe, and slipping out of the bedroom.
In the dining area, the breakfast spread he ordered awaited—croissants, fresh fruit, and steaming coffee, all meticulously arranged. Jay picked up his tablet as he settled into a chair, sipping coffee and scrolling through emails.
An hour later, Jay stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks as he smoothed the lapel of his tailored suit. The door behind him creaked open, and Heeseung emerged, shirtless, wearing only the pair of sweatpants Jay had lent him. His hair was even more messy than last night after Jay tangled his fingers between it.
"Why didn't you wake me up? I overslept." He stretched lazily and Jay glanced from the mirror before turning to face him.
"You deserved the rest."
Heeseung snorted and padded toward the bathroom. "I'll shower and get out of your hair as soon as I can."
"No rush," Jay replied, "You can eat breakfast first."
"Sick," Heeseung made a small fist pumping motion and made a quick u-turn to the dining area. Jay smiled a little.
Jay joined Heeseung at the table, his tie undone and draped loosely around his neck. He scrolled through his tablet to make a quick check before he'd leave for the meeting.
Heeseung noticed the undone tie. Without a word, he stuffed half a croissant in his mouth, stood up, and plopped himself onto Jay's lap. Jay barely reacted, still focused on his screen, as Heeseung grabbed both ends of the tie and started tying it.
Jay finally glanced up at him, arching a brow. "Comfortable?"
"Very," Heeseung mumbled around the croissant, his fingers deftly working on the tie. He plucked the pastry from his mouth and peeked at the tablet. "The sun's barely out and you're already working."
"My business doesn't run itself." Jay looked down at the tie and nodded appreciatively, his arm slipping around Heeseung's waist. "Thank you."
"Hey, is it okay if I use that big bathtub before I leave?"
"Sure," Jay said, then added casually, "I'll arrange a driver for you, too." He tapped Heeseung's waist twice in a polite nudge.
Heeseung hopped off Jay's lap and Jay stood to grab his briefcase and coat. "You heading out already?"
Jay smiled faintly as he placed some cash on the dining table. "Yeah. Work calls." He adjusted his jacket. "You're off the clock too."
Heeseung laughed and made his way toward the bathroom. "Thank you."
Jay picked up a call when he saw Sunghoon's name flashing on the screen.
"So... about your car," Jay began playfully.
"I'm holding your car hostage. You'll get it back when I get mine, and if there's even the tiniest scratch, I'm scratching yours right back."
"Dramatic."
The line went quiet for a second. "So, hiding the breakup from grandma? From me?"
Jay stiffened, the life on his face draining away. "What do you mean?"
"Grandma called Yuna because you've been acting really weird. The engagement's been over for months, hasn't it?"
Jay pressed the heel of his palm against his temple, closing his eyes. "She told grandma?"
"Yes, and you should've told her yourself. Grandma thought the two of you were keeping it secret because of the pressure she was putting on you. She feels guilty."
"It wasn't her fault. I just... wasn't ready to deal with it yet."
"Pretending everything was fine might've been easier for you, but you don't get to do that at everyone else's expense."
"Sorry. I didn't think that through."
"Anyway, Yuna is still invited. Grandma said it'd be rude to uninvite her after all these years. Even told her she could bring her new boyfriend. But if you're against it, I'm sure grandma would reconsider it."
"Wait—new boyfriend?"
"You didn't know?" Sunghoon sounded genuinely surprised. "I thought you two still talked."
"Yeah, no. We haven't exactly been on great terms lately."
"Clearly," Sunghoon said dryly. "If it makes you feel any better, grandma's more concerned about you than anything else."
Now Jay felt guilty. "I'll call her."
"Good," After a pause, he suggested, "You should bring a date to the party."
"I'm not seeing anyone. I'll be fine attending alone."
Sunghoon scoffed. "Alone? While your ex-fiance shows up with her new guy? What is this, my wedding party or your pity party?"
"Don't worry about me. I'll stay lowkey."
"Look, I know plenty of girls who'd gladly be your date. Just say the word, and I'll call someone who'll make you look good and keep grandma off your back."
Jay paced toward the door. "Thanks, but I'll pass. I don't need to parade someone around just to save face."
"Suit yourself." Sunghoon's said. "Now, about that car. Remember. Scratch it, and I swear I'll turn yours into a Jackson Pollock painting."
Jay was one step away from leaving, when a muffled singing voice caught his attention. He halted, tilting his head toward the bathroom.
Curious, Jay walked closer and peeked through the partially open door. There was Heeseung, in a tub overflowing with bubbles, headphones clamped over his ears, and a showerhead clutched like a microphone. His eyes were closed, his free hand slicing dramatically through the air as he belted out Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd.
His first instinct was to laugh, but he was caught off guard by how good Heeseung sounded. Almost too perfect for a bathroom performance.
"Who's that singing?" Sunghoon's voice crackled through the phone. "And where are you?"
Jay glanced back at Heeseung, a small smile tugged at his lips as an idea formed. "No need to call your friends. I know someone who'll come with me."
"Bullshit. Who—" Sunghoon began, but Jay had already ended the call.
He leaned against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, watching Heeseung finish his concert. "Nice voice. Ever consider a music career?"
Heeseung jolted, nearly dropping the showerhead as he whipped his headphones off. "You really need to learn how to knock, man." he grumbled, sinking lower into the bubbles.
Jay chuckled, inviting himself in. "Maybe. Are you free this week?"
"Why?"
"There will be parties. You're coming with me."
Heeseung raised a brow. "With you…?"
"You're my date."
A slow incredulous grin spread across Heeseung's face. "Wait, are you catching feelings for me?"
Jay stood near the sink, leaning against the countertop. Heeseung's damp hair clung to his forehead, and his chest was barely visible under the foam, one arm draped over the side of the tub, a smirk already forming as he caught Jay's eyes lingering.
"I have a business proposal," Jay began.
"A business proposal?" He barked a laugh. "What the hell, sure. Lay it on me."
Jay pushed off the counter and faced Heeseung directly. "I want to hire you for the rest of the week. Be my date. For my family's holiday gathering and my cousin's wedding."
Heeseung stopped mid laugh. "Wait, hold on." He straightened up slightly, water sloshing around him. "You're serious?"
Jay nodded.
Snorting, Heeseung retreated, crossing his arms over his chest. "Okay, I gotta ask—why me? You're telling me a guy like you can't find a date? Cause I'm sure you could walk into any room and have people throwing themselves at you. For free. "
"Because I don't want the complications. I need someone professional—no strings, no misunderstandings. I don't have time for anything else."
Heeseung studied him through narrowed eyes. "How much are we talking here?"
"You tell me. Ballpark it for me."
"Alright, let's start with what you gave me last night—" He held up a soapy finger. "—and double it. Because now you're hiring me for my days too, not just my nights. And, for the record, I'm expensive."
Jay reached into his pocket for his phone. "Fair enough."
Heeseung was too busy laughing while Jay typed a figure in his banking app and crouched down beside the bathtub to show it.
The moment Heeseung's eyes landed on the number, his jaw dropped. "Holy shit. You're messing with me, right?"
"You said you're expensive."
"Yeah, but that's... insane." Heeseung gave him a once over, as if waiting for the punchline because this had to be a joke. "Are you serious? You're really willing to drop that much money for a week with me?"
"Do you need more?" Jay asked simply, ignoring the comical disbelief radiating off of Heeseung.
"Are you always this casual about throwing money around?"
Jay allowed himself a faint smile. "You're a special case."
Heeseung padded closer to the edge of the tub, resting his crossed arms there. His face was only inches from Jay's. "Let me warn you, I'm not the type to sit around quietly and just take orders. If you're hiring me for a whole week, you're getting all of me. The good and the bad."
"I think I can handle that." Jay reached over and flicked a foam off Heeseung's cheek with his thumb. "As long as you stay close and be my pretty little thing."
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"I won't be back until later tonight." Jay extended the credit card and Heeseung reached for it. "While I'm gone, take the day to get yourself something nice."
"Nice how, exactly?"
"Classy." Jay openly stared at Heeseung's figure. "Elegant. Nothing too flashy."
Heeseung snickered. "So basically, anything that doesn't scream... me?"
"Preferably," Jay replied, his lips curling into the faintest smirk in return. "Start with B&Tailor or Assisi for suits—they'll know what to do. And get some jewelry, maybe cufflinks. Whatever catches your eye."
A low whistle escaped Heeseung, trailing Jay toward the door. "Anything I want, huh? You sure about that?"
"Anything."
"For the record. I would've done this for less money."
Jay paused, half-turned. "And I would have paid more."
Heeseung folded his arms, bathrobe sliding treacherously low on one shoulder. It drew Jay's gaze for a fraction of a second, just long enough to count as his victory. "I'll do such a good job you will not want to let me go."
"I know you will. But I will let you go."
It sounded like a challenge to Heeseung's ears. "I can't decide if you're a fool, a saint, or just dangerously bored."
"Why decide on one?"
Heeseung watched him disappear down the hallway, then snickered. "Dangerously bored," he muttered. "Definitely dangerously bored." Closing the door behind him, he flopped onto the bed and started jumping on it. "Ten. Million. Won!"
His ringing phone was in his hand before the last bounce settled. "Guess what?"
"Where the hell are you?" Jake yelled to his ear. "Yeonjun says you're in Seoul? Are you ditching your shift again?" Heeseung could tell that Jake's rolling his eyes at him. "You better shower and get dressed. I don't care if you're with some millionaire or rolling in a ditch, just show up for your fucking shift. We're short handed for lunch service."
"Remember that Porsche from last night?" Heeseung teased, twirling the black credit card between his fingers.
"Hell yeah, everybody saw that."
"He took me to his place."
"No fucking way. Spill. Details. Now. How old is this guy? He some creepy old dude?"
"Nope," Heeseung interrupted, grinning. "Young. Like, really good looking. Corporate type. Something about acquiring companies. Big business energy. And guess what? It's not even to overcompensate for the size of his dick."
"Uh huh," Jake said, drawing out the syllables. "And you're telling me this random rich guy just... what? Picked you up and offered ten million won for a week?"
"Literally picked me up on the street. Literally. Like some weird romcom meet cute. I also got drive his Porsche, it was fucking dope."
Jake's laugh crackled through the phone. "What if he's a fraud?"
"He gave me a credit card to go shopping. Pretty sure a guy who can do that isn't hurting for cash."
"Nah. Too good to be true."
"The card's got his full name. Jay Park. It's a foreign bank. Fancy, right?" Heeseung flopped dramatically onto the bed again, holding the sleek black credit card up to the light. "Anyway. I need to go shopping now."
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Cheongdam-dong hit different when you've got a black credit card and zero consequences.
Heeseung burst into the first high end boutique and the salespeople exchanged looks, this wasn't their typical customer.
First round? Pure Heeseung. Distressed leather jacket that looked like it had factory-fabricated stories to tell. Ripped jeans of fake street rebellion. A mesh top that showed just enough skin to be interesting.
"Oh, this is so me," he murmured, whipping out his phone for a series of increasingly dramatic poses. One hand on the hip. Tongue out. Lip bite. Sleazy wink.
The next rack was a complete 180. Blazers in muted tones. Crisp white shirts that looked like they'd never been touched by real life. Perfectly pressed trousers with "old money" all over it. It made Heeseung want to laugh.
He stepped into a midnight blue suit and the mirror didn't show Heeseung. It showed some alternate universe version of himself. Polished. Refined. The kind of guy who probably knew which fork to use at a fancy restaurant.
He did a slow runway turn, barely recognizing himself.
"I look like I could buy and sell entire companies," Heeseung said to his reflection, striking a boardroom pose. He stifled a laughter behind his fist. "Shit, I am Jay. Hello there."
Next are polos that Heeseung knew as the uniform of Instagram's wealthy elite. Heeseung grabbed a khaki one, then another in a muted sage green. With an imaginary golf club in hand (actually just a hanger he'd grabbed), he started swinging. "Nice shot, Johnson!"
He struck another pose, one hand on an imaginary golf cart, the other adjusting an invisible cap. "Darling, we should discuss the Samsung investment," he drawled in his best rich guy impression.
Next came a light blue button down with a cream knit sweater draped over his shoulders. He grabbed an invisible wine glass, swirling it with the expertise of someone who definitely did not know how to actually swirl wine.
"Market's looking interesting this quarter," he said to his invisible business associates, lifting an eyebrow. So utterly ridiculous, that the moment he caught his own eye in the mirror and burst out laughing again.
By noon, he strutted out of the store, designer brand shopping bags dangling from both arms.
"I'm living," he muttered to himself, "I am literally living my best life right now."
The phone buzzed. One look at the screen— Jay.
His fingers fumbled, nearly dropping both the phone and his shopping bags. "Hello?"
"Did you visit the tailor yet?"
"Uh…"
"I'll see you at B&Tailor in twenty minutes."
Heeseung rushed to haul a cab because he'd be crazy to even get on the bus with these shopping bags. When he'd arrived, Jay was already there. His bespoke suit blended him seamlessly with the rest of the place. His tablet rested on his lap, and his brows furrowed slightly as he absentmindedly rubbed his mouth in thought.
Jay's eyes lifted, catching Heeseung's entrance. A subtle shift of attention. "Did you have fun?"
Before Heeseung could respond, two staff members glided up after they saw them interacting. Because people like Jay didn't just get served, they were preemptively catered to. That attention extended, by proxy, to Heeseung,
Heeseung dumped his bags. "You have no idea."
Jay nodded as the head tailor, Junyul, appeared. "Shall we begin?"
It started with measurements—Junyul personally guiding Heeseung through the process while assistants flitted about with bolts of fabric and various suit options. Jay remained seated, legs crossed. His eyes would casually drift from his tablet to Heeseung, lingering just long enough to make Heeseung's skin prickle.
Heeseung stepped out from the dressing room in a sleek navy suit with subtle pinstripes. The staff began adjusting the fabric, pinning and tweaking it.
Jay's gaze swept over the fit before he asked, "What do you think?"
Heeseung shifted, watching himself in the mirror. "It's nice?"
Jay signaled Junyul to bring out the next suit. This continued with a few more options—plaids, emerald, and classic blacks. Jay's feedback was meticulous for each of them, in a tone that was as calm as a still water that seemed to unsettle Heeseung more than outright dismissal would have.
Heeseung re-entered the dressing room to try on yet another suit. "You're particular, huh?"
Jay leaned back in his chair. "I know what works."
Then came the charcoal suit. The moment Heeseung stepped out, he could tell this was it. Jay's facade cracked just enough, showing genuine interest. He rose from his chair and Heeseung watched as those sharp eyes traced every line of the suit.
"This one," Jay murmured, then to Junyul, "Please give us a moment."
The room cleared swiftly, leaving them alone. Jay stepped closer, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as his eyes lingered on the suit. He circled Heeseung once, close enough that Heeseung could catch the subtle notes of his perfume. "This one suits you."
"It's a suit. That's kind of the point."
Jay's lips curved into that devastating lopsided smile. "Do you feel comfortable in it?" His eyes met Heeseung's in the mirror, holding him there.
"I mean, yeah. It feels good. Why?"
"Because if you don't feel like yourself, it won't matter how good it looks."
"I thought this was just about you playing dress up with your hired date."
Jay reached past Heeseung, drawing the fitting room curtain closed with a soft whisper of fabric. "It's about you looking the part. And feeling it too."
Heeseung held his gaze for a moment longer, then broke it with a soft laugh. "I'll go with this one then."
"Good choice." Jay reached out to shrug off the jacket, the fabric slipping down Heeseung's arms to pool at his feet. The vest remained, hugging Heeseung's lean physique. Jay's gaze roamed over him.
Heeseung felt a shiver run down his spine as Jay's warm breath ghosted across the skin of his neck. Jay's lips grazed the curve of his shoulder. Heeseung met Jay in the mirror, holding his gaze as Jay's hands slid underneath the vest, his fingers tracing the contours of Heeseung's torso.
He felt a pinch on his nipple and the mirror reflected it. Jay's dark head bent as he kissed Heeseung's neck, his hands moving with a slow, deliberate pace.
Heeseung leaned into the touch, his breath hitching. Each kiss left a mark—a possessive mark. Jay's tongue teased the sensitive skin, flicking against the pulse point before his teeth nipped gently, causing Heeseung to shudder.
"You like that?"
"Do you?"
Jay smiled against his skin. "I do."
Jay's hands moved lower, undoing his pants. He slipped past the waistband of and Heeseung gasped as Jay's fingers curled around his length—releasing it free.
"Shh," Jay whispered, pressing his other hand on Heeseung's mouth. "Keep it quiet."
The rhythm was steady, almost maddening against Heeseung's paper thin patience. Jay's thumb brushed over the head, spreading pre cum in a slick trail down his shaft.
"Jay," Heeseung hissed, "Not here…"
"What's the matter? Worried about making a mess?"
"I don't want to ruin these clothes."
Jay's grip tightened, his fingers squeezing hard enough to elicit another gasp. "I'll buy them for you, don't worry."
Jay's touch was maddening, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more.
"Tell me what you want, Heeseung."
"Make me come."
"Then let go. Let me see you fall apart."
Heeseung's control snapped, his body bowing under the pressure. He held himself up by propping his arms against the mirror as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. Jay's strokes grew frantic with every passing second. He could feel Jay pressed up against him, his clothed erection slotted between his asscheeks and it was driving him insane.
"That's it," Jay coaxed as he nipped on Heeseung's earlobe. "Come for me, Heeseung."
With a muffled cry, Heeseung came undone. His body shuddered, muscles clenching as he spilled over Jay's hand and onto his pants. It was overwhelming, the rush left him trembling.
Jay didn't stop, his hand continuing to move even as Heeseung's body began to sag. He covered Heeseung's mouth again and watched the mirror with intoxicating attention.
When Heeseung could take no more, legs shaking under the touch, Jay slowed his movements, his touch gentling as he helped Heeseung regain his composure. Heeseung bent heavily against the mirror, his breath ragged and his whole body quivered with aftershocks.
Jay stepped back, wiping his hands with a napkin from his pocket. "You made quite a mess."
Heeseung chuckled weakly. "Yeah… guess we did."
"Let's clean up."
"Not yet."
Jay's smile was wicked. "What else do you have in mind?"
Heeseung turned around and hooked his arms around Jay's neck. "Let's see how far we can push this before they find out."
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