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+++ Juntaes pov +++
He was dangerous.
Don't get involved with people like him.
Juntae knew it the best. How crazy Seongje was. A fucking lunatic you couldn't trust a bit. He was like a wolf that would eat you alive. And he would have a blast chewing on your bones.
Stay away!
Stay away!
But as Juntae took a closer look at the other path infront of him, it didn't looked quite more convincing.
On his way back home he bumped into 3 members of the new union formation. It took them only a look at his school uniform to take big interest in Juntae. Their hate towards Eunjangs grew even bigger after Baekjin vanished. They made it their goal to hunt them down like parasites.
Juntae knew it was the best to run away. Especially since he was all alone now. Sieun was at his cram school, Baku and Gotak went to a traning camp.
There was no one to help him and he knew, his fighting skills sucked so bad. He wouldn't even stand a chance even it it was just one against him.
So he ran.
Running like his life was hanging on the line. Dashing through the dark alleys like a thunder. Without looking back.
His lungs were burning, glasses got foggy. The cold air felt like scratches on his skin.
Maybe he got too heated or careless, but after another corner Juntae lost the grib under his feet, slipping over the wet pavement. He landed straight on his back, clashing into a pool of mud.
It couldn't become any worse...
...right?
"Yo, Eunjang! Running from the cops?"
The lights and buildings around him flickered, circling in chaos.
Juntae blinked once, then twice, till the carrousel in his head came to a stop.
He whinced under pain, as he sat himself up.
Infront of him was a staircase leading to the back entrance of a club. The subdued music roared through the door.
A dark shadow sat across Juntae.
The cigarette ember gave a faint hint to the face, outlining a sharp jawline, dark eyes behind glasses, hair quite messy. There was that unique white-orange jacket.
Juntae froze as he recognized the person sitting on the staircase, mustering him with a smug grin.
"K-Keum Seongje..."
He was so fucked.
Out of all the people Juntae could have bumped into...
But he barely had the time to belittle himself as the three union members appeared behind him again.
"Got you, you filthy rat. We're really going to kill you now."
With an amused face Seongje took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air with an ridiculous calmness.
"Your friends?", he asked half laughing, as if it wasn't obvious those thugs were after Juntaes ass.
"Certainly not!"
"You want my help?"
He may could have been fooled by Seongjes words. But the way he already had that evil grin on his face while offering his help, gave Juntae chills over his spine.
"Hey loser, is he a friend of you?"
Juntae yelped as he got dragged by his collar, thrown deeper into the muddy puddle.
"Hey, Eunjang, it looks really bad for you, huh?"
Feeling the mud under his palms, clothes drenched with the dirty water, having three union jerks stepping on your back, nearly working as an entertainment for Seongje...
What a humbling experience.
"You just have to ask nicely, Eunjang."
"Hey, get lost! There's nothing to see here!", one of the union members barked at Seongje in a loud voice. But he didn't even flinched, eyes still fixed on Juntae.
The last time he helped him out while getting beaten up by the union was probably just to relieve some stress or a change in his mood. Seongje didn't do something out of symapthy or pity. He was just here for the fun.
And right now he probably just had fun watching a loser like Juntae begging. To humiliate him even more. How far he could push him.
And honestly? Juntae was tired. So fucking tired lying down in dirt, getting treated like a punching bag to boost the ego for those guys.
"Please..."
Forget any pride. There was nothing left anymore in Juntae. He reached the final bottom, willing to sell his soul to the devil. Even if the devil was named Keum Seongje.
"...help me."
Seongje took a deep drag on his cigarette. The burning ash flickered in his eyes, giving him a look of full insanity.
"I like that tone."
With the smoke rising upwards Seongje stood up from the stairs. The remaing cigarette bud got flipped to the ground as he walked down.
"Who's that clown?"
"Whoa, nowadays they let any streetdogs join the union, huh?", Seongje muttered.
The way he moved, his walk resembled a predator. Calm and confident, without any rush. The first union member felt probably provoked by it as he attacked him first. It went too fast for Juntae to follow, but that guy got knocked out with only one punch in his face.
The remaining two union members took a step back in surprise, finally letting go of Juntae.
"Who will be the next?"
Seongje tilted his head to the side, letting out a wicked laugh.
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..." For him it was a game. Playing with his opponents fear. "Catch a tiger by the toe."
It took only a few punches for them to beg for mercy. While the first union member still layed knocked out on the ground, the remaing two kneeled bruised infront of him.
"It was a mistake! Please forgive us!"
"We won't bother him again."
But Seongje was barely listening to them. He lid up another cigarette, taking in a deep breath.
He got annoyed fast by their high pitched voices. With a targeted kick he knocked them out, too.
Juntae sat just there half amazed and half terrified.
As Seongje turned to him he tensed under his gaze?
But he didnt said anything. He just looked at Juntae, smoking his cig, mustering him in deep thoughts.
"Eunjang..."
As he stepped closer, Juntae felt a lump building in his throat. He crouched down to him, blowing smoke right into his face.
"The first time was for free. But this time... How are you going to repay me?"
Juntae felt his heartbeat picking up. A cold shiver went through his body and it wasn't only caused by his soaked clothes.
He really hasn't thought it through. Of course Seongje wasn't helping him out of kindness. Honestly, there wasn't a reason for him to do so. They barely knew each other. They haven't been friends or acquaintances.
"Repaying you?"
"Mhm." Seongje hummed, trying to suppress his laugh as he sensed Juntaes mental breakdown.
What could he offer someone like Seongje?
"I- I can treat you to a meal?"
It was more an question than a suggestion of Juntae.
"Ooh... But I have already eaten. I'm not hungry anymore."
Juntae bit his lips, trying to clear his mind.
"I don't have much money..."
"Too bad..."
The cigarette bud sizzled as the taller boy pressed it into the puddle.
Juntae tried to swallow down the tight feeling in his throat, but it grew just more uncomfortable.
He prepared himself.
He probably will end up like that cigarette bud. Crushed into the mud.
"Do you know the saying? If not with money, pay back with your body?"
Using his body?
Juntae blinked confused first, till the meaning crashed over him. Suddenly heat rushed over Juntaes face.
He didn't understood how anyone could find interest in him. He wasn't as pretty as Sieun or attractive like Hyuntak. A complete boring nerd without any experience. Even if tried to seduce someone like Seongje, he would probably only make a fool of himself.
It was the first time Juntae actually met Seongjes eyes. He was left in pure shock, trying to find an answer or more hope in Seongjes face, that he was only joking.
And the latter one had a pure blast seeing him like that. His laughter echoed through the whole alley.
"Ya, Eunjang! What are you thinking? You look so innocent and have such dirty thoughts?"
God, Juntae wanted to sink deeper into the mud, getting swallowed completly till he reached the middle of the earth to burn to ashes.
"I-I wasn't-" He tried to explain himself, talking back and finding excuses. But his head was empty.
Why did he had to live as an embarrassment?
"As if a virgin could get me off."
Ouch.
Juntae felt a sting in his heart.
He was used to mockery, getting bullied and beaten. Seongjes words shouldn't hurt him as much as they did.
Why did it felt like he got rejected?
He should be happy, at least his ass was safe from Seongje, right?
"You don't even contradict yourself."
Juntae stayed silent.
He knew he wasn't the greatest catch. Girls prefered tall and buff guys. Someone they could lean onto, feel safe and protected. The opposite of what Juntae had to offer.
Boys usually saw an easy target in him, someone they could make fun of.
Of course he had a crush from time to time, but Juntae learned to burry his feelings. Too much he was afraid of rejection.
"What..."
And that's probably the reason he never got the chance to make the experiences boys at his age made normally. Because he was a coward.
"What's bad about being a virgin? It's not like I commited a crime."
For one second Seongje stared at him in silence. Maybe he was taken aback that Juntae more or less admited his sexual status. Because weirdly it was seen as a status.
Who did it and who did it not. Especially under boys it was something to proof their own worth. Who had the highest body count?
Who had to tell the craziest sex stories?
"Well, I don't care."
Seongje sat himself up, lightening up another cigarette.
God, how much was he even smoking? His lungs probably burned from all the smoke.
He turned to the street, ready to go.
"Keep me company tonight."
"What?" Juntae watched at him puzzled.
"I will think about how you can pay me back later."
Who exactly was Keum Seongje?
It's a question Juntae realized he should have researched sooner.
He stood on a white sparkling marble floor, waiting infront of a golden elevator. As they stepped into, Seongje typed a code into the keypad. Arriving at the last floor it hit Juntae.
Seongje was rich.
Entering his apartment- Well the word apartment felt underestimating.
Everything was dark. The walls, the furniture, the floor. It was like Juntae stepped into the home of a mafia boss.
The ceilings were high. The windows created a whole wall, presenting a perfect view over the han river. Stairs of glass led to another story which seemed to be the bedroom.
"The bathroom is over there."
"W-What?!"
"You're dirty. Get yourself clean."
His brain really put some tricks to Juntae. Why did he always had to misinterpret Seongjes words. It wasn't like he told him to clean himself for any intimacies.
He was full of mud. Of course no one would have wanted him to sit like that on their furniture.
Maybe he really was touch starved.
He wasn't even into a jerk like Seongje. Even on drugs he wouldn't be able to give himself to someone like him.
And Seongje already made himself clear he wasn't interested in any sexual favours to pay back his help.
"I-I don't have spare clothes with me."
Juntae fidgetted with the strap of his bagpack.
Maybe there was no sexual tension between them, but he wasn't comfortable enough to walk around Seongje only in his underwear.
"Take this than."
He pointed to some shopping bags on the sofa.
Was it really okay to accept new clothes from him?
Seongje walked up to his bedroom, leaving Juntae standing in that huge living room.
Hesitiantly he grabbed the shopping bags and vanished into the bathroom.
His eyes got even bigger as he saw the freestanding bathtub. At the corner sat a rainshower and two sinks with a huge mirror. At the very end was another huge window allowing to enjoy the nightsky.
Juntae went for the bathtub. A good hot bath was what he needed right now. Not only to soothe his muscle pain, but his nerves, too.
Juntae drowned in the clothes he was given. It was a plain black hoodie and some joggers. But they felt unbelievable soft and warm.
As Juntae stepped back into the living room it was pitch dark. There were only the lights of the night skyline and the flicker of the tv. Seongje sat on the armchair, playing on his phone.
What was he supposed to do?
Joining him to watch some tv?
The whole situation felt so awkward.
Juntae stood still at the door frame, waiting for any reaction. He felt totally out of place.
After throwing some shy glances towards Seongje he noticed some small blisters on his knuckles.
"You're hurt!"
"Huh?"
"Your hands!"
Juntae wasn't sure if it had been fresh or old wounds from the distance. Seongje was probably still getting into fights often. Provoked or unprovoked.
"It's nothing. Just some scratches."
He shrugged it off. But Juntae felt bad. The last fight was because of him.
He went to his bagpack to get his emergency kit. Something he often used when his friends or he himself got hurt again. He now became a pro at treating minor injuries.
Getting down on his knees infront of Seongjes armchair, Juntae pulled his hands off the phone.
"You should at least get them cleaned. What if your wounds get infected?"
Juntae sprayed some desinfection on the wounds, tapping them clean. After that he added some ointment on them.
He was surprised that Seongje was holding still all the time, not even whincing in pain or pulling back. No words were spoken. He just watched Juntae with an undefinable glint in his eyes. And that was even worse. Juntae felt nervous under his gaze, but he still tried to stay focussed on his task.
"A-Are you living alone?", Juntae asked to break the silence.
"Yeah." Seongje answered only shortly. He was really harder to talk to than Juntae had imagined. Or maybe he wasn't in the mood for a small talk?
"And your family?"
"What's with all those questions?"
Juntae quickly sensed he stepped on a mine. His family probably was a sensitive topic, so he didn't pushed further. He didn't know what to talk about him either, so he just remained silent again.
After a short break it was Seongje who went back to talking.
"I'm a bastard."
"W-What?!"
While Juntaes eyes went wide, trying to make sense to the other ones statement, Seongje leaned back into the armchair, giggling to himself.
"My mother had an affair with a wealthy but married asshole. I happened to be born. And to hide that dirty secret from the public I receive hefty sums to shut my mouth and live in hide."
"Oh..."
Juntae didn't know how to respond. It was a lot of information all at once. He tried to think about the situation. Not getting acknowledged by his own father, must be hurting. It made him feel sad. Could money really fill the hole in the heart of a child without any scratches?
"Your mom must have been hurt."
"Huh? Why do you think like that?"
Juntae didn't mean to overstep. He didn't even knew the whole story.
"She probably loved your father, but still got pushed away even after getting pregnant. Living as a secret... It's doesn't seem fair to both of you."
It wasn't that Juntae felt pity towards Seongje. There was just a slight bitter undertone as he thought about that jerk.
"Eunjang, you're really smart huh?", Seongje said. "My mother... killed herself years ago drunk by false hope and love."
He looked up the ceiling, suddenly bursting out laughing.
"What a foolish woman."
It may sounded like a laugh, but Juntae felt his sorrow behind it.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started to talk about it."
After he finished treating all wounds and wrapped up his equitment, Juntae was about to stand up as he suddenly got pushed down by his shoulder.
"Who allowed you to get up?"
Juntaes mouth fell open.
For a moment he thought he became closer to Seongje, even catching a glimpse of vulnerabilty in him. But his gaze changed quickly back, revealing his devilish smile again.
A subtle wave of fear went through Juntae bones.
Was he getting played all along?
How much truth lingered behind Seongjes words?
Seongje held him down. Physically, as well as with his threatening eyes. Suddenly he leaned closer, snatching Juntaes glasses away.
"W-What are you doing?! I can barely see without my glasses. Give it back."
The grip on his shoulder got even more tighter with his protest. It made Juntae go silent. His chin got lifted by Seongje. He eyed him from each side, making him blush.
"Without those goggles you ain't even looking that bad, Eunjang."
He wasn't sure if he should feel happy about that compliment. Someone like Seongje probably didn't even meant it like that, just saying bullshit for fun.
Juntae knew, his brain knew, but his stomach still curled over his words.
As Seongje reached into the pocket of his hoodie, he knew, he should have been more wary about him.
The first thing Juntae noticed was the sound of a bell. He followed the direction, squinting his eyes slightly because of his blurry vision.
Something pink and black dangled on his hand.
A... collar?
But he didn't saw a pet in here.
"What..."
It was a choker made of pink ruffled satin. Black lace was stiched playfully over it. At the front a small silver bell was attached on a big black bowtie.
It looked pretty. Ridiculous pretty and cute, Juntae thought.
But at the same time it didn't suit Seongjes personality.
Why did he had such a choker? Would he even wear something like that? A black leather choker would have made more sense to Juntae.
Seongjes hands went around Juntaes neck and at this moment he realized, why the choker didn't had to suit Seongje himself if it was meant for someone else.
"W-What are you doing?"
Juntae tried to turn away, his hands went up to push Seongjes away, but he froze as he hissed at him. "Hands down or I'm going to snap your neck."
His voice got low and intimidiating. The vibrations made Juntae shiver. He didn't dared to talk back, slowly lowering his hands as told. Little fists pressed on his thighs in a weak attempt to controll his nerves.
As he felt the soft fabric going around his neck, his breath hitched. Seongje secured the choker tightly at the back of his neck with some straps. Juntae got nervous. He just had to pull them a little bit harder to strangle him. He knew, Seongje would be capable to do so.
A new kind of emotion bubbled up in Juntae. Something he never felt before. Feeling exposed to Seongje. It wasn't only fear. His skin felt hot and cold at the same time. The rising risk played with his nerves, but not only in a bad way. It was exciting, thrilling?
Hell, Juntae feared his emotions the most right now. Even more than Seongje.
Only as he felt the other ones hands getting removed from his neck, Juntae slowly fluttered his eyes open. He was too shy to look Seongje directly into his eyes, only stealing some glances through his lashes.
Seongje sat infront of him, manspreading, arms rested on his legs casually, still leaning forward to muster the smaller boy sitting between his legs. But Seongje didnt said anything. Juntae thought he might made fun of him, but there wasn't even a grin on his unreadable face. Dark eyes pierced through him.
After a loud exhale, Seongje leaned back into the armchair. He tapped on his knee. Juntae just looked at him puzzled.
"Shibal..."
Suddenly Seongje grabbed him by his hair, pulling him closer. His face got pressed against Seongjes thigh. As Juntae tried to pull away, the grip at the back of his head tightened even more.
Oh god!
Oh god!
He wouldn't? Right?
Seongje said, a virgin like Juntae wouldn't be able to satisfy him.
But what was about their weird position right now? Juntae kneeled infront of him, Seongjes crotch area way too close to his face. And he even got a weird collar put on.
'Does he have a puppy kink?', Juntae wondered.
Did he had to suck him off?!
It was like he was pushed into a cheap porn.
Please don't! Please don't!
Juntae had a mental breakdown.
This couldn't happen. Not with someone like Seongje.
"Stay still, puppy." His heart stopped at the petname.
His hands fisted the legs of Seongjes jeans. Whole body stiff, eyes pressed shut together and suddenly the grip in his hair loosened.
Once.
Then twice.
Seongjes hands carressed his head. Like, really soft. As if he petted an actual dog.
Fingers brushed through his hair, playing with some strands. He didn't knew, how it was possible, but Juntae eventually relaxed under Seongjes palm. Tensed shoulders went down and his breathing came back to normal.
His skin tingled.
As Seongjes hand wandered down, stroking over his jaw, his upper neck, behind his ears, Juntae nearly purred.
Hands, he only associated with violence, suddenly felt so warm, so good, so gentle.
With every stroke, Juntae felt himself drifting further away. His eyes felt heavy. He felt so tired. And eventually he gave in, falling asleep on Seongjes lap.