El Dorado (2/2)

[kaisooficrec]

Greek this time. Honestly, most instances Baekhyun's choice of cuisine failed to agree with Kyungsoo's sensitive stomach, and it set him up for a bad mood the rest of the day. The only silver lining now was the news he was going to break to Baekhyun; the only good news they’d had this financial quarter or any other fraction for that matter. "He's not just a fucking pillow-biter; this is way better," Kyungsoo started off strong, downing his drink as he watched Baekhyun slurp up his moussaka. At the mention of their potential success, Baekhyun finally looked up, wiping his mouth with a cloth. "Better than taking dick?" He asked. He didn't look too convinced. If he only knew. "Better,” Kyungsoo confirmed, but his enthusiasm fell a little flat. He wondered if it was the drinks from last night or if he was finally dying from his excessive use of anti-depressants. Baekhyun smiled, but he smiled all the time, so Kyungsoo wasn’t a hundred percent sure of his approval. But he’d take it. Baekhyun could wait one more fucking week. Kyungsoo never promised someone El Dorado and then ripped it away from under their feet. It didn’t work like that. Business didn’t work like that either. If he’d over-promised dividends to any of his clients, he’d have been fired years ago, and not just for ‘making a mistake’. The fatal flaw would have been to exhaust his chances of customer satisfaction in the first place by not delivering what was promised and then beyond that. He’d have broken his image of reliability; of trust and quality. So Kyungsoo never over-estimated, and he wasn’t about to start now. "I wouldn't do business with him, if I were you," Kyungsoo told an old client at dinner the very next day as soon as the man brought up Kim Jongin. A shameless smear-campaign was always a good idea when they were losing millions a day; they had nothing to lose and image was always the most easily spoilt thing out of all assets. "And why is that?" The man asked, biting into a shrimp. Most ground-breaking conversations that Kyungsoo had were at the hand of a meal, bread crumbs stuck in between teeth as he made the tides change. "I can show you, if you want,” he said casually, but not casually enough to stop the man’s eyes from looking up from his plate. He’d piqued interest. He’d like to credit it to the permanently whimsical tone of his voice. “Between you and me—“ (it never was) “--the boy's a shameless minx in bed-- loves getting cock and begging like a little bitch. There are videos of him circling the internet. Would you care to see one?" Bluffing. He was just bluffing. Regardless, the damage was done. Upstanding man or not, his former client’s image of Kim Corporations was tainted, and he’d only have to hope that the man’s dignity stopped him from agreeing to see an explicit video in broad daylight while eating at the Cirque du Soleil. "Well I always thought he was a little too pretty for an office job, if I'm honest," the man settled for saying, though Kyungsoo could see the sweat accumulate on his forehead. The man was more interested than he let on. “I can’t say I’m surprised.” False. Never in a million years would a man dream of someone in the business field in any other way than a blood-sucking leach. Kyungsoo knew from experience. The news was ground-breaking and satisfying. Perhaps satisfying enough to have the man do some research on the deep web later tonight, but Kyungsoo would take his chances that the man was too scared of his wife searching through his browser history and too old to know how to clear it. “That makes two of us,” Kyungsoo finished with, swirling some rosé in his mouth to get rid of the foul taste of his own lies. He never claimed to be immune to the guilt of it all, just that he had the balls to go through with whatever he needed to do to succeed. There was still dignity in that. Unfortunately for Kyungsoo, he’d underestimated his own greed. He found he couldn't stop. Using Jongin whenever he wanted was too easy; too much of a better option. Jongin would just show up whenever Kyungsoo asked him to, drop to his knees to let the older fuck his mouth under his desk, like he was just a trash can made for come. Kim Jongin was Kyungsoo's newly-appointed, little office slut, and that was an adrenaline rush in itself. Kyungsoo snapped his fingers and Jongin came. Then he made it up to him by eating him out until he cried at his city loft, Jongin's thighs shaking like he'd never felt something so amazing in his life. It was so easy and ego-stroking and satisfying that Kyungsoo forgot to pull his camera out every single time, the only video footage in there being their first encounter. He figured Kim Corporations could go a few more days without total annihilation. He figured Jongin's throat could warm his cock a few more times; to make up for all his sins, slowly but surely. Except after a few weeks Jongin started getting more reserved, showing up at Kyungsoo's office but standing there awkwardly instead of getting on his knees and doing his job before Kyungsoo had to ask him. He looked up, annoyed. He had some royalty papers due, and he couldn't focus with Jongin standing there and staring at him like that. For the lack of a better word, hovering. "Something on your mind?" he asked as casually as possible, trying not to think about Jongin sucking him off enough to get himself hard. Jongin bit his bottom lip. It was fat and he only liked looking at it when it was stretched around his cock. Jongin’s eyes twinkled as he moved his gaze further up instead, the brown irises glued to him. "What are we?" "Excuse me?" Kyungsoo replied, feeling his throat dry. He hadn't signed up for this. "I just...I mean, we've been fucking for weeks, but-- and you're always so nice to me, so does that-- I mean, are we together? Or are we just..." Jongin trailed off, pout hanging heavy on his plump lips. Kyungsoo almost didn't want to imagine getting blowjobs from lips that weren't those exact ones. When had he grown so particular about that? "We're whatever you want us to be," Kyungsoo said, trying to avoid the subject. Would dating Jongin be the absolute worst? Baekhyun was sure to hate him for it; hate him for taking his sweet time with revenge, but Baekhyun wasn't the one getting sucked off whenever he wanted, so his opinion didn't matter. It did take everything Kyungsoo had not to accidentally choke Jongin to death, though. Every time he looked into his puppy eyes he saw the devil there, laughing in his face. Laughing at how he was taking down his family and ruining him; everything he'd ever worked for. "What does that mean?" Of course Jongin had to make things difficult. Things were never simple with Kim Jongin. "It's up to you," Kyungsoo continued. His pen stopped working, and he threw it to the floor angrily, grabbing a new one. "Oh, okay..." Jongin was fiddling with his fingers, casting shy glances his way from under his long eyelashes. Kyungsoo smiled at him for extra reassurance, finally setting his pen down. He'd only had a few more fucking things to sign, but Jongin had to get all needy. "Come here," he murmured, holding his hand out for the younger boy to take. Jongin took it hesitantly, cheeks flushing as he did, and Kyungsoo chuckled at him, pulling him in by the arm to kiss his forehead. Would this be a bad time to ask about that blowjob? He didn't think so. He's my bitch now. We've won. was all he sent to Baekhyun in a somewhat cryptic text. He needed to keep him at bay, mostly due to his own incompetence. He had Jongin resting his head on his lap, flicking lazily through his TV channels and finding himself unable to remember if it was a Friday or Tuesday. He considered reaching down and stroking Jongin to full hardness, but they’d already been at it for hours and he wasn’t sure how sensitive Jongin would be. Plus, Jongin seemed to want them to talk. Like a couple. Like they were dating. “How many years have you been working? I don’t remember when your dad hired you for his team.” “Too many,” Kyungsoo joked, letting his hand trace the soft strands of Jongin’s hair. Typically he hated talking about work, but somehow Jongin got a pass, because Kyungsoo knew he’d been in the exact same position as him. From cradle to grave. “I feel like that too sometimes,” Jongin said with a dry laugh, rubbing Kyungsoo’s shins like he was trying to ease some soreness there. Soreness that came with all the years of working and worrying and doing nothing but breathe hidden agendas. “When I’m feeling particularly daring I like to imagine what my dad would say if I’d decided to become a dancer.” Kyungsoo snorted, landing his channel flipping on The Bachelor and trying to zone out, but finding himself listening to Jongin instead. “Sure, you can laugh about it, but I did ballet when I was little. I think if my dad hadn’t planted his company in my head before I even knew what a job or a hobby was I would have been a great dancer. Can you imagine that? Making a living with only your body? Turning my head off forever and just swaying…now that would be great.” Kyungsoo couldn’t say he disagreed with that. The only problem was that Jongin didn’t take into account the lack of employment opportunities that was given to dancers and how he’d most likely end up in some single bedroom apartment with no heating, struggling to pay his phone bill. “Do you hate your job?” Kyungsoo asked, already knowing the answer. “Not necessarily the job,” Jongin admitted, and Kyungsoo coloured himself surprised. “Mostly the people. The people around us will do anything they can to rise to the top. No other care in the world, just that.” Yes, you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? Kyungsoo had to bite his tongue not to say anything snarky. “And you think the people competing to dance at the royal ballet wouldn’t be so cruel?” “They’d have less to lose. Less people depending on them.” “Fair enough.” A minute of silence passed them, and Kyungsoo picked up on the sound of Jongin snoring softly from his lap, the wrinkles of worry on his forehead smoothed out. Kyungsoo was envious that all Jongin had to worry about was his fictional dream rather than reality. He considered choking Jongin to death for a second before deciding on kissing his forehead and deciding he might as well sleep while sitting upright. Kyungsoo came into the bedroom in the evening, and Jongin was exactly how he'd left him when he’d left for work. His arms were tied to the headboard he was sitting up against, his thigh shibari fastened with rope that also ran under his underarms, meaning his entire leg was hoisted up close to his head. He was entirely open, a thick, black butt plug resting snuggly in his slick hole. He was drenched in sweat, tired-looking and completely tuckered out, his eyes barely open enough to register him coming in. "Daddy," he breathed weakly, his cock twitching against his stomach. He was so cute. This was what Jongin was good for; not the business world. He could barely move and barely talk, and all he was thinking about was Kyungsoo. Probably dreaming about Kyungsoo's cock inside him-- anywhere. His slack throat, his loosened hole; anywhere to satisfy his craving. Kyungsoo was unable to bite back a broad smile, walking up to stand right in front of him, his hands reaching round to take his suit jacket off. Jongin followed his every movement with his glassy eyes, mouth almost drooling, and Kyungsoo couldn't shake the thought that he'd trained him so well. Jongin's spoiled nature had died down slowly but surely with each spank and denial, and now he had the decency not to constantly beg for cock. "Hi, baby." Jongin made an ungodly sound in the back of his throat, which almost made Kyungsoo want to pat his head. Fuck it. He did pat his head. He ran his fingers through Jongin's sweaty tresses, pulling ever so slightly on the hair to tilt his head up. He'd opted for a different approach. Yes, he still had the video sitting on his memory card somewhere, and yes, Baekhyun was nagging him like never before about it, telling him to send it out to the entire Park Corporations mailing list, but he'd slowly developed another idea for Kim Jongin’s undoing. Jongin hadn't been to work in weeks. He did everything Kyungsoo told him, and he was obsessed with pleasing him in every way. He whined about work and clung to Kyungsoo’s side in the mornings instead, and Kyungsoo couldn't turn down a couple dozen rounds of sloppy fucking even if he wanted to. "Are you ready for my cock yet?" He asked, leaning down and gently nudging the tip of the butt plug. Jongin almost mewled, his cock switching and toes curling. "Daddy, please." He never could get tired of the begging. "Please, please, please. Give Jonginnie..." He wished the world could see him. He wished Jongin's father could see him fuck up into Jongin's limp body and smear his image beyond repair. He fantasized about Baekhyun watching him fuck Jongin open while Jongin's father -the dirty, old bastard- saw him spin his company's future around his pinky finger-- literally. "I'm gonna fuck you so good," Kyungsoo whispered into Jongin's ear, feeling goosebumps ripple over his skin. "Your greedy hole is inviting me in, Jongin. Look at it so desperate to be filled more." He poked the butt plug again, kissing up Jongin's neck. He wondered if Jongin could pass out from the rapid breaths he was taking. "It's only mine, right, baby?" He cooed, slipping a finger right in next to the butt plug. Jongin moaned, his head falling forward. "Your pretty hole is just for me to fill, isn't it?" "Uh-huh," Jongin agreed, wiggling his bottom eagerly. Kyungsoo wasn't sure if he was actually listening to anything he was saying or not. He slapped Jongin's thigh to reprimand him, biting down hard on Jongin's lip. "Who taught you it was okay to be so impatient?" Kyungsoo tutted, though he knew exactly who it was. "Please put it in," Jongin begged, effectively ignoring him. He was almost sniffling in desperation. "I want to feel you inside me." Kyungsoo looked down at the larger male darkly, landing on his moist eyes which betrayed his desperation all too realistically. He clamped his palm over Jongin's mouth, leaning up to him and breathing into his ear. "So fucking desperate," he hissed, indulging himself in prodding at Jongin's wet member. Jongin flinched, biting back a moan. "Shame on you.” Jongin ignored him, leaning his head back as Kyungsoo pulled the plug out and made quick work of getting his own cock inside. A happy sigh erupted from Jongin’s mouth and Kyungsoo smiled, kissing Jongin to eat up his whimpers of pleasure and trying to thrust up into him at the same time. Jongin always came undone so fast for him. The worrisome thing was that Kyungsoo did too. The air was still that night, barely a breath on each passing leaf. It was like the bringer of death was coming, only cloaked in human skin. “Jongin,” Baekhyun said, reaching his hand out for the confused boy to take as he stood all smiles and politeness ready at his front porch. Jongin was still groggy from sleep, dressed in nothing but his boxers. He’d caught him on a day he wasn’t with Kyungsoo, which had been hard, but definitely feasible. Unlike Jongin, Kyungsoo actually cared about his job. Jongin looked more awake once Baekhyun spoke next. “So nice to finally meet you. I’m Kyungsoo’s brother.” “Oh,” he just said, and Baekhyun took a step forward, shaking his hand. There was pleasant surprise all over Jongin’s face, and Baekhyun took satisfaction in knowing he would rip that off of him in just a few seconds. Just a swift move of his lips. “Hi.” Baekhyun smiled wider. Everything had to come to an end, and the ending they deserved what finally in reach. “I have something to show you that I believe might be of interest.” “You fucking showed him?” Kyungsoo roared, pummeling the camera right above Baekhyun’s shoulder. He’d never been so angry, and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe he hated breaking routine. Maybe he liked having a casual fuck that wasn’t so casual anymore. But none of that was Baekhyun’s business, and he didn’t have to fuck it up for him. “Relax, I just wanted to speed things up a bit,” Baekhyun reasoned, taking a drag from his cigar. He only broke out the cigars when he felt victorious, and for the first time in a long time Kyungsoo wanted to kill Baekhyun more than he wanted to kill Jongin. “You were getting a bit cosy where you were, to my observation. Don’t lose track of the end goal here.” “It’s all ruined now—“ “No, it’s not. We already have what we need. He’s over. All we have to do is show it to the world.” “Baekhyun—“ “Kyungsoo,” Baekhyun said sternly. “Don’t be stupid. End this tonight, or I will.” Kyungsoo sucked in a deep breath, gathering his wits and picking up the broken camera he’d hurled at the wall. It was with a surprising amount of calmness and something bordering on satisfaction that he realized he hadn’t backed up the video on the camera. With a smile mirroring Baekhyun’s one exactly, Kyungsoo left him in his office, storming out and gunning for his car, almost pulling the steering wheel off in an attempt to race to Jongin’s place. “Jongin?” The house was dark and quiet as Kyungsoo let himself in with his extra key, keeping his ears peeled for sounds of distress. The tulips Jongin always had on his kitchen island looked so different when the warm ceiling lights weren’t on. Kyungsoo’s gut clenched, and that was when he knew that really, he had lost. He’d lost because if he didn’t care he wouldn’t be there right now. If he didn’t give a shit about Jongin’s stupid ballet story and naïve ideas he’d be halfway across town delivering a non-ruined video clip to MSNBC. “Jongin?” he asked again, voice breaking this time. The thought of the video made him sick. He could feel disgust rumble in his stomach as he walked forward on Jongin’s immaculate hardwood floor. No sounds betrayed his whereabouts, but neither did Kyungsoo’s intelligence. He felt like he was walking aimlessly forward, searching for something that wasn’t even there. For all he knew, Jongin could be halfway across the country right now, fleeing. Hiding away forever. A small and barely noticeable sigh made him lift his head, however, and his eyes squinted into the unaccustomed darkness to spot the silhouette of Jongin sitting on his couch. "Jongin, I'm so sorry..." he started dumbly, reaching a hand forward to cup his cheek, but Jongin swatted it away. “I was never going to show it to anyone. It was a mistake, Jongin. Please…say something.” "Go away,” Jongin said, his voice raspy, probably from crying. Kyungsoo didn’t listen, leaning forward to embrace him, but Jongin jerked in the opposite direction, springing up from the couch. The slight light shining in through the shutters allowed Kyungsoo to see the tears building in Jongin’s eyes. His throat closed up, his head hammering loudly in his chest. “Go away-- I hate you!" Kyungsoo wasn’t able to say anything before Jongin had bolted for the bathroom, flinging the door shut and locking himself in. He hurried after him, hands clammy as he tried the door handle, yanking on it desperately. "Baby. Baby, please." Loud sobs wracked the bedroom door, making Kyungsoo's heart break and wither into a blackened pile of dust at his own feet. Every piercing sound of Jongin crying scratched at him more painfully than anything he'd ever felt before. He wondered where his pride had gone and why he didn’t care when he got down on his knees to beg. "I didn't send the video to anyone, I promise. I regret ever doing that in the first place. I was just so delirious and blinded by rage...please understand." "You wanted to cause me harm!” Jongin shrieked. And sadly, it was true. “I felt so safe with you, but it was all fake." Kyungsoo swallowed hard. He understood Jongin's feelings. Perhaps it was selfish of him to keep pushing, but he'd never felt so desperate to do anything before. "I wanted to cause Park Corporations harm. It was just that my dumb ass brain wasn't able to differentiate between the corporate destruction and the sweet boy who was just trying his best all the time." "I n-never wished you ill." Jongin sounded like he was sobbing into his hands. "Neither you nor Baekhyun nor your dad." "We can't all be angels, baby," Kyungsoo said softly, sitting down with his back against the door. He was prepared to sit there all night. There were barely any lights on in the apartment, but he didn't care. He only cared about the yellow lights shining steadily out from under the bathroom door. He stared at them. "I love intensely and I've learned to defend what's mine over the years. But I was wrong, so please let me in. Let me dry your wet face with some tissues and get you a warm glass of milk. Anything you want. I'll make it all better." "I want it to be all better," Jongin blubbered almost unintelligibly, and Kyungsoo's chest tightened as he heard him slump against the door, a few centimeters of wood away from Kyungsoo. He could almost feel his heat through the door-- or maybe that was just him being desperate. Jongin sounded defeated, but also vaguely relieved. Kyungsoo smiled to himself, so proud of Jongin for sticking up for himself but still allowing his soft side to grow strong within his mind. The invaluable side that let him trust people and open his heart. What Kyungsoo inherently lacked. He heard something behind him click, quickly scrambling to his feet and opening up the door to catch a tired Jongin in his arms, gathering him all up and setting them both on the floor with Jongin sitting on his lap. The boy breathed gently into his neck, tickling the skin there. Kyungsoo sighed, feeling like the weight of the world was building a condominium on his shoulders. At least Jongin’s weight on him felt comfortable and not heavy, securing him in place while he let his glassy eyes flicker to the yellow light in the bathroom. Jongin sniffed slightly before pulling back, scrambling off of Kyungsoo uncharacteristically quietly and sitting with his legs crossed while his shoulders hunched against the wall behind him. He looked like he was trying really hard to come to a decision regarding something Kyungsoo had no idea about, eyeing him with an unflinching gaze and frowning ever so slightly. Barely noticeable, the down-turn of his lips pulled his eyes down too, resulting in Jongin looking reserved and unsure. "Jongin?" Jongin laughed, but it was a sad kind of laugh, only reserved for when irony was at its peak. Kyungsoo tried to keep his own emotions in check, gripping his knees tight. "'He's my bitch now. We've won'," Jongin parroted, picking at his nails and looking a cross between apathetic and trying too hard not to be emotive. Kyungsoo froze, his gut clenching tight as the words sunk in for him, worming into his ears as memories surfaced slowly but surely. "What?" he questioned, playing dumb. Mostly, he was dumbfounded. "You texted Baekhyun that on the seventh of September at 17:43," Jongin continued. His eyes turned up again, sharp and staring straight at Kyungsoo. Right into his soul. "Wait—but—“ Kyungsoo dropped his feigned innocence for a second, mind jumping through loops as he tried to understand what had transpired. “My phone has an advanced lock mechanism--" "You really don't know anything about me at all, do you?" Jongin seethed, brows knotted and his pretty face distressed with a faint tint of red troubling his cheeks. Kyungsoo had never seen him like this, and was taken aback. He’d never seen him as anything other than shy, reserved, and naïve. "I played your game with you because I actually found myself liking you. I was hoping you would change; that everything I found in your phone, emails, and personal server was all fake." Kyungsoo froze, trying to swallow down a thick lump stuck in his throat. He looked at Jongin again, remembering him on his bed all teary-eyed and begging for him. Now he just saw a cold stare that made his insides feel like liquid fucking nitrogen. "I don't understand..." "I don't work for the financial sector of my father's company," Jongin said bluntly. There were a few shadows covering his face from view, making everything more unsettling. "I never did. That's just what you presumed along when you decided I was 'stupid', 'ditsy', and 'no good'." Jongin stared at his fingers as he spread them in the little beam of setting sunlight coming in from the window. Kyungsoo hated himself for still thinking he was beautiful right then. "Your texts to your brother are really colourful," Jongin continued, before he paused, sitting up straighter. "I'm the Chief Technology Officer at Kim Corporations. I manage data.” Another pointed pause. “In five minutes and twenty-two seconds the software I've installed on the administrator's account at your office will infiltrate your servers and shatter the system. All your dirty laundry will be leaked to the public." "You can't--" "Unless you want to admit in court that you know it's me because you've been hanging out with that 'whore who blows everyone in the business'. I don't think your already hacked company with nulled servers would do well with another scandal, honestly." Even saying all those things, Kyungsoo could still hear the hurt in Jongin's voice. He wasn't doing it with ease. Jongin was conflicted. He was strained. His breathing was irregular; Kyungsoo could hear it from where he was sitting. He bit his lip and tried not to let the blood rushing away from his head and down to his thumping heart make him faint, the image of Jongin before him swimming before blackening completely and irregularly coming back again. Kyungsoo buckled, falling to the ground shaky and unstable as his head exploded with the idea of everything he had built going under. Only seconds from now-- only maybe a minute or two left. He hadn't counted-- shit. Should he call Baekhyun? Should he reach for his phone and check the time? Could they stop this? He felt like he couldn't breathe, his hands tightening around his throat as he tried to get rid of whatever entity was there, choking him. He couldn't feel his feet. He knew this and worse was exactly what he had been planning to do to Jongin, but he hadn't been aware of how much it would hurt, destroy-- "How did you know?" He said brokenly, biting back an emasculating sound. Usually Jongin was the one who released those. Usually Jongin was the one out of control and preoccupied with being lost. "I know what I am. People are always out to get us; people of power. You're not the only one who was invested in their future," Jongin mumbled. “I take my job seriously.” Kyungsoo nodded absentmindedly, feeling his skin itch and prick as the sweat all over his body cooled to a chilling sheen. The open window in the room didn't help find him comfort either. "Kyungsoo," Jongin said softly, and Kyungsoo was only barely able to see him, crouching down on the floor next to him with that sweet demeanor back again. A hand touched his face and he wanted to lean in to it, but his neck was paralyzed and all he could do was blink away the tears falling out of his eyes. The thought of his father hearing of the whole thing and disowning him or paying someone with white latex gloves to give him a good beating while he watched became very real, and that wasn't even considering what Baekhyun might do to him first. "Do you have anything you want to say to me?" Suddenly Kyungsoo couldn't feel his own fear anymore and instead let his eyes stare deep into Jongin's, his expression softening as his stomach churned. He would have said that he didn't know what to say, but truth was that he did, because he'd been the one to start everything. Jongin had been ruined first. Jongin had felt everything he was feeling already, and still he sat opposite him with a warm hand resting on his cheek. "Jongin, I'm-- I-I'm so sorry, I'm-- all I'd ever known of you was a name, and all the hasty decisions I made were towards that name, not you. I didn't know you-- I just knew I couldn't let my family down. You're sweet and beautiful and everything that's missing from the corporate world and I know I've ruined that and I've hurt you, but I never intended for it to go that far. I wanted the operation off halfway through, but Baekhyun...h-he got a hold of things and took off where I stopped, and I hate him because I love you-- because you won't deserve this and I love you--" "Relax," Jongin said, sneaking his way onto Kyungsoo's lap again. He wrapped his long arms around Kyungsoo's neck, and somehow that lessened the suffocation he was feeling. Somehow, ridiculously. Jongin's scent infiltrated his nose, and soon his hair was tickling Kyungsoo's cheek, his body pressed close. The heavy weight on top of him felt so good; he wanted it to crush him. "This is a good thing, Soo," came the gentle voice in his ear, and he let himself believe it. Jongin's wonderful fingers pressed at the pressure points of his neck, loosening up the tight feeling that had him paralyzed in place. A warm mouth covered the corner of his lip, kissing gently. "We're free from the game now; we don't have to play it anymore." He inhaled sharply, taking in everything Jongin was saying. From now on, there would be no more stress over numbers or people out to get him. No more talks of taking over his father's business and keeping everything perfectspotlessrunningwinningbest. He exhaled a breath he'd been holding for way too long, letting his lungs draw in a new gulp of air. Air that mostly smelled of Jongin. For the first time in a long time, Kyungsoo felt...relieved. "It's nothing personal. Just business," Kyungsoo said, something he himself had said a hundred times before in a thousand different situations. Mostly to remedy a severed friendship or two that he’d ruined on his rise to power. But that was all commonplace. "Exactly," replied Jongin, kissing his ear. "Now you're getting it." He squeezed Jongin tight, leaning his head in the crook of the boy's neck and kissing it. Kyungsoo's suit felt so tight and warm and he felt so ridiculous compared to Jongin, who was dressed in nothing but a loose sweater and sweatpants. That could be him, too. That would be him. If he had no clients he didn't have to be ready to meet with them twenty-four seven. His father wouldn't scoff at him for being unpresentable because he himself would be drowning in a beer or three while mourning the death of his company and his rapid decline into debt and poverty. But if the company had died, wouldn't that have come back to him by now? The first person who would have called him would probably be Baekhyun-- distressed and angry and accusatory as he always was when he jumped to conclusions. He expected a million texts and his phone going off the hook with hundreds of shareholders and senior partners distraught and threatening to sue, he himself wishing he was back doing some bullshit cold-calling internship that he’d been forced into before being fed everything with his silver spoon. His father, surely, would want an angry talk, too. But even now, his phone was silent. The five minutes and something Jongin had described were definitely up. Kyungsoo leaned back, holding Jongin's shoulders in his hands while gazing into his eyes. "You...didn't do it?" He asked in disbelief. Jongin blushed, using his fingers to run some of his growing hair behind his ear. A part of Kyungsoo felt unsatisfied, though he knew he should feel grateful. "I just wanted to scare you..." Jongin admitted, his head sinking slightly as he reverted back to fumbling with his sweater. That was the Jongin that had fooled him into thinking he was an easy target. But honestly, Kyungsoo was the stupid one. Jongin was a mastermind. A masterpiece. "Like...like you scared me. And made me feel worthless." There were a few beats of silence between them, Kyungsoo feeling his phone lie heavy in his pocket, quiet and almost inconspicuous. Jongin's weight on him was comforting, giving him the courage to say what he wanted to say next. "Just do it," he breathed, the words clinging to his teeth slightly before his tongue forced them all the way out. Jongin looked up at him, confused. His eyes were soft but still not understanding, and he wanted Jongin to understand, because he thought that was what Jongin had been aiming for in the first place. Kyungsoo lifted his hands up to cup Jongin's face, returning the favour. He was warm. "Excuse me?" Jongin piped up. "Do it. Hack us. Fuck everything up." Jongin's eyes widened, but Kyungsoo just leaned up to kiss him, pulling the lump on top of him closer. Jongin's breath went back to hitching, and soon enough, Kyungsoo was back in control. He had nothing to be afraid of anymore. "A-are you sure--" "I want you to kill that me. I want him to die...I want it to be over. Please." Jongin's face grew softer, more calm. Kyungsoo could see him processing it, trying to understand what he wanted. He watched as Jongin pulled out his phone, lighting up the screen and pressing a few times before he looked up at Kyungsoo again. "There's no going back from this," he said slowly, his thumb shaking slightly. He'd never done something so big before. Never dreamed of doing it; ruining lives. He wouldn't have done it himself, Kyungsoo knew that. Jongin wasn't that kind of person. Kyungsoo stroked his hair, urging him on. "Good." After the first few weeks passed, Kyungsoo felt serene. Everyone in their network going bankrupt and all accounts being leaked, Kyungsoo let Jongin horde him in his apartment, throwing Kyungsoo's phone out and telling him it was ugly and that he needed a new one anyways. Along with a new number. Not having contact with Baekhyun or his father wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be. In fact...he kind of liked it. "I feel like 'two unemployed people in a luxury apartment' is the start of a really bad joke," Jongin laughed as he placed a box of takeout in front of Kyungsoo, who was busy showing Jongin the videos he'd recorded of the two of them having sex. He'd promised Jongin he'd show him everything, and Jongin had watched him grow hard halfway through, ending with him admitting that Jongin calling him 'Daddy' in bed was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced, and they'd had a few rounds of fucking on the sofa before Jongin helpfully remembered that they hadn't eaten in at least a whole day and proceeded to order a very exquisite kind of food that neither of them had ever had the pleasure of indulging in before. "Is it supposed to look like that?" Kyungsoo asked, pointing his chopsticks at the greyish-brown mass of noodles in his box. Jongin laughed, his chicken overcooked and bland. "Beggars can't be choosers." "I feel like I'd enjoy this meal more if you fed it to me. Like, mouth to mouth." Jongin grinned. Kyungsoo realized that nothing in the world had ever made him feel more elated than seeing Jongin smile, and now he got to see it every day. It was like staring at the sun, except it didn't hurt. It just felt amazing. "That,” Kyungsoo started, pulling Jongin’s chin close so that they were breathing into each other, the faint smell of spiced takeout and all still around. “Can surely be arranged." One | Two

Comments

[shadowhunterrx.livejournal.com]

I think i died multiple times while reading this,
the plottwist had me going nuts.
The smut though
THE SMUT THOUGH
#blessed
thanku for writing this!

[perfect illusion (from livejournal.com)]

SMUT HEAVEN

This has to be one of my top 3 topsoo fics like plot was a mind twist but the smut was another level

[pororoporn.livejournal.com]

FUCK THIS WAS SO HOT IM ABT TO LEAVE FOR WORK AND HERE I AM SPEECHLESS OVER THIS GOSH

[actualbaekhyun.livejournal.com]

ive busted 20 nuts and i think im dead aLSO THE PLOT TWISTS H OLY SHIT im ready 4 death

[gottabekook.livejournal.com]

wow this was so intense!!!! I LOVED IT!

[shineebean.livejournal.com]

i HIGHLY APPRECIATE when kyungsoo is written like this (contempt is such a good look on him) and was glad when jongin proved not quite as useless as he was first presented to be. nice fic!

[(Anonymous)]

The whole plot development was so good!

[sootea.livejournal.com]

thiSSSS. fck the way u painted jongin oh my golly gosh I am shook.
this is incredible and it was a roller coaster gaaaah so good!

[periwinklepie.livejournal.com]

I feel like a baby that just got its lollipop stolen hahaha

THAT PLOT TWIST WOW!!!!!!!!!!

This was brilliant~ thanks for writing this!

[flowerdio.livejournal.com]

YESSS OMG EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED!!! Dominant!Soo and //amazing// smut with a daddy kink included... I love this ahh ;; I can't even put it into words!!
And the plot twist got me so bad omg because you know I was sure Ksoo was the real immoral bad guy here, but then Jongin pulls that fucking card holy shit!! I love when fics are high-intensity/one hell of a wild ride through the entire thing like this one. Good job author, whoever you are lol, because I really have no idea, just know that I love this and that it's totally goes to the top of my favorite kaisoo fics list~~

[evapurada.livejournal.com]

Plot twist was really good and the length of the story is just write.

[(Anonymous)]

The ending is so cute I love this so so much thank you for writing this!!

[ineedadance.livejournal.com]

Oh my god the premise of the story definitely broke my heart i was just like noooo kyungsoo don't do ittt

But they ended up being so cute and sweet i loved it. Also kyungsoos apology was really well done! The word choice felt very appropriate there.

Awesome work. Thanks for writing!

[aaaaaaa (from livejournal.com)]

ONE OF THE BEST KAISOO SMUTS HANDS DOWN.

I am not even an avid smut reader and usually would just read through the scenes only to pick up important parts to the plot but this one, DAMN THIS ONE, everything was necessary and it was not redundant at all. And I have got to say damn, that was one long smut I have ever read lmao. I love how you depict the cruelness especially from Kyungsoo's hatred- god. This is perfect. Gorgeous. I love you and I could kiss you for this.

[(Anonymous)]

Top!soo is heaven baby and this fic was heaven. I liked how jongin turned out to be a genious
instead of a useless shit that he was portrayed as in the beginning. And the ending was unexpectedly fluffy. Thank you author nim for sharing this story

[daintydewdrops.livejournal.com]

Tbh, my heart pounded because of the twist. I was really nervous. And damn, cliche as it may sound but really love conquers all. T.T

Anyway, on a more serious note, I loved Kyungsoo's characterization here. Confident and dominant and very much hot I must say. :') And Jongin didn't fail to deliver. He is so brilliant. Gahd, I'm still reeling on the plot twist. This is so intense. It took me a lot of time before i can comment something close to coherent bcs this really blew my mind. This is an amazing work. T.T

And the smut, wow. Wow. It was so intense and hot and raw. And I am proud top!Soo trash. *HIDES* LMAO. And the ending is so good, at least KaiSoo's still together. *Sighs dreamily*

But really, thank you for this. It made me breathless. Yeees. So much love xxx

[ddoublejjong.livejournal.com]

My mind is absolutely fried at the plot twist but daaaaamn i do love me a good plot twist so it's all worthed it. It was so intense since the beginning it felt as though i was constantly holding my breath while reading (although i took some breaths here and there otherwise i'd probably die before i finish the story and I DEFINITELY can't let that happen). But yeah, crazy intense for me at least, the tension was so high/strong. Basically, the story is pure gold and I love it especially at the end when Jongin help Kyungsoo realise that he didn't want this life anymore. That made me a little emotional tbh heh especially since we see how far their relationship has developed. Thank you so much for the story!!♡

[(Anonymous)]

This was so intense, and the smut was so well-written. Im glad jongin was smarter than initially thought, and v happy with Kyungsoo's decision...great story, will read this authors other stories when reveals r out

[adrycn-9.livejournal.com]

AWWW OMG. At first when Soo is all im gonna ruin him but then falls for our Jongins charms!! This was so good and imglad that at the end love prevailed over business and that they can be happy together :)) thank u for writing this amazing story!! <3

[sooblime.livejournal.com]

bigger plot twist ever, my heart aches. i wasn't expecting that and the ending... so romantic, i'm crying. this story, my favourite.

[(Anonymous)]

It was so intense but like in a really good way, I completely and utterly fell in love with this, thank you so much for writing it.

Nini

[(Anonymous)]

I screamed yes to that plottwist like yessss Nini noona believed in you lmao thank you so much for this fic!

[hanjoooo.livejournal.com]

Wow okay so I loved this. I expected for kyungsoo to fall for Jongin, but I didn't expect the plot twist or anything else that happened in this fic. First, I love, love, love kyungsoo's character, but I'm so in love with Jongin's character. He was so cute, so sweet, that I started to feel bad imagining kyungsoo ruining his career.

The plot twist had me on the edge of my bed screaming "no, no, no" in my head. I actually shouted "fuck, no he didn't!" When baekhyun showed up to tell jongin lol. Okay, back to the plot twist. I really thought this was going to badly but it didn't and kyungsoo's fear felt so real. I swear I felt it. My words are scrambled because today is an off day for me so I'm sorry about that >.<

All in all; this fic was amazing. The smut was fucking A+++ (dirty talk, daddy kink /and/ top!soo !!!!) and the plot was my kind of plot, the plot twist was amazing, and the ending was calming, because kaisoo gets to stay together. This comment is long, sorry. And I would say more but my head is a mess. But this is one of my favorite kaisoo's now ^.^

[nignojmik.livejournal.com]

this is honestly an awesome fic! i liked the plot twist at the end! tbh i was kinda expecting it but it was refreshing to see jongin still so saddened by kyungsoos hatred and mistreatment !! i felt like his character was very raw (for lack of a better word) in the sense that his emotions felt so real and his pain and indecision was so vivid to me

great job!

[theapadana.livejournal.com]

I kinda didn't wanted them to lose their jobs and everything that came with it but whatever that doesn't make this story any less interesting or well written :) I really loved and enjoyed reading it so thank you so much for sharing it with everyone else!
Much love