Chul was pacing in his office with a deep frown thawing on his forehead. His head was lasting with the flashes of the previous night. The way he jumped on Ryan with oh-so-much desperation. The way he almost implored him to fuck him in the office or car. Throughout the drive to his house, Ryan's hand lingered smudged on Chul's thigh. Caressing, teasing, inflaming the fire of need and lust that overshadowed Wes deliciously. He was so aroused that he wouldn't have tended if Ryan would have just fucked him in the car's backseat or whatever.

As soon as they mounted to the parking lot, both with unmitigated dead air settled in the car. Chul wondered whether Ryan changed his mind, whether he was now considering that it was a bad idea, but the man astounded him by saying, " Chul, I hope you know what you are getting into."

"Of course I do!" Chul exclaimed, reverberating more frantically than he resolved to. That gained him a hot smile from the sexy man as he moved to caress Chul's messy hair. Chul's heart bloomed up to his dry mouth, disturbing all his systems for good. 

"The thing is, if we do this, you might be confused. Confused about your sexuality, more than already you are," Ryan's knuckles were doing an exemplary job of diverting Chul as he struggled to immerse his head around Ryan's word.

"All I know is I want you to touch me," Chul buzzed, his blood churning with the thrill. Ryan slithered one hand behind the nape of his neck, another clutching his hand and his harsh breath delighted on Chul's nose. 

"Where? Where do you want me to touch you?"

Chul screwed his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling with breakneck sighs though Ryan merely husked in his ears. "E-everywhere." 

Upon heeding his response, their lips crashed in a hungry kiss. Ryan kissed him like he was starved for years. His lips moulded devastatingly smooth against his, as their tongues collided. Ryan's hands trailed down from his chest to his taut stomach and finally halted at his destination. A low moan ripped from the base of Chul's throat when those flirtatious fingers touched his throbbing cock and he pushed Ryan away. 

With a puzzled and startled look, Ryan ogled at him. A second passed by but Chul just stayed plastered to the window, gawking at Ryan. The air around them swell as their eyes stayed locked, and Chul could witness the lust and frustration swirling in Ryan's dark eyes. 

"1995, my apartment's pin," murmuring, Chul jumped on Ryan. 

The flashes just kept fogging Chul's mind, and he comprehended that he was again fancying Ryan. He was again yearning for his touch. 

"You are avoiding me."

Chul surged out of his skin and pivoted around to witness Ryan hotly leaning against his office door. His breath clenched when his eyes engulfed the ravishing man.

Had he always been this hot, or I am blinded by lust.

Ryan was swaddled in a navy suit analogous to the one he was wearing but somehow Ryan was pulling it off way better than any other model. His brown wavy hair styled aside with a strand abandoned to philander with the arch of his eyebrow. Hands stowed in his pocket and one leg propped over the closed tinted glass door. 

"Bastard, stop drooling. Doesn't seem right after the way you left in the morning, as if we didn't fuck," Ryan rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the door and strolling towards the frozen Wes. 

"I-I was just in hurry. S-sorry," He sputtered, just as Ryan stalled in front of him. The essence of his clean aftershave touched his already smothering senses. 

"Hmm." Humming passionately, Ryan plunked on his desk, piercing him with his sparkling gaze. Chul suffused under his scrutiny, licking his lips and breathing heavily.

"I like it that you are nervous around me. But chill, Chul. It's just me." 

"I know."

"Stop avoiding me."

"Okay."

A smile fluttered on Ryan's lips. "I had fun last night and I want to fuck you once again. Screw that, not once, but a lot more time."

Chul's eyes widened with those brazen words. One thing he learned about Ryan was that the man was brazen. He didn't have shame to claim what he wanted and his filthy mouth was his weapon in the bed. 

"What if I say I don't want you?"

Ryan smirked. "You say a lot of things that you don't mean. And trust me when I say this, your face is now screaming for me to bend you over the desk and take you."

A shudder nuzzled down Chul's spine. "I still don't know what is this. I have-"

"Take your time. I didn't just wake up one day and realized I like dicks. I wish to help you not to make you more confused."

"I am just figuring stuff out," Chul whispered, shunning his baffled state.

"I know. If you want to stop th-"

"But I want this," Chul blurted out. "I want you."

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Jimin peered at the crystalline office door, spinning in his leather chair. He skimmed at his watch and a smirk clambered on his ruddy lips. 

"Now, she will dash in."

And just like he perceived, in the next three seconds, bristling Leona darted in with pure lynching in her briny eyes. Jimin's breath tethered when his gaze took her esoteric figure. Unlike those sensuous little dresses, she was clad in a tight black jumpsuit which attracted the spotlight to her heavenly curves. An onyx blazer hovered over her shoulder and her hands were bare. No gloves but almost dried black pigment. 

She shuffled in with the tumultuous clinks of her heels and scattered the file on this desk. Jimin didn't flinch, nor even blink. He simply glimpsed at her, biting his inner cheek so he won't grin. Getting her all work was now officially his favourite thang

Leona squinted her eyes, bridging her hands over her chest. "What is this shit?"

"I thought you could read." Jimin arched his eyebrows.

"I don't want to work with you, Jimin."

"Too bad, you already are working with me, Leona."

"Not by choice."

Jimin glimpsed at her glowering face through his thick eyelashes and staggered on the chair. "I don't care. Sign them."

"I am not signing the permanent employment contract with you. I am already stuck for five years, you think I am crazy enough to work here forever?" She snickered, "Dream on."

Jimin let out a heavy breath and clicked his tongue in acquittal. "Let's not make this difficult. I want you to work for Park visions till you are nimble with your art.  The day you lost the spark in your fingers, is the day I let you go. Until then, I am not letting you go."

Leona slapped her hands on his desk, leaning over to sustain their flaring eye contact. "Listen, asshole, I am not signing."

"Listen, baby, you don't have a choice. I know your identity. Walk away from me and lose this secret little black world of yours." 

Leona's heart seethed, molten lava wobbled in her blood, prickling all the indignant cells to dance over her prudence. Jimin didn't back down from her challenge. He leaned further and that just piqued her anger.

There were just inches between them and her steamy breaths pierced his lips. She slipped her hand around the nape of his neck, harshly plucking his head up to meet her tornado eyes. His jaw clenched, as he couldn't trace a thing in her wild orifices, except the void. 

"What do you want?" she asked, a smooth voice concealing that she was pissed.

"Truth," he retorted.

She stared at him longingly while Jimin endeavored to gently unravel her. He wasn't in a rush though he was desperate to know what happened the previous night. She was tugged in his arms, he witnessed a part of her that he probably wouldn't witness ever again.

Jimin, kiss me, please.

He touched me. Please take it away.

His heart ailed with a dull pain, bones battering with the outrage as he couldn't protect her. Only if he was there.

He raised his hand, allowing his fingertips to caress her temple and chasing them down her cheek. It was his way of expressing his care.

A strange gleam flickered in her eyes but in response, she smiled and nudged him away.

"Loser." She gave him one last look and spun around but Jimin promptly sashayed to block her way. He tugged at her wrist and pull her raving frame back into his warmth. 

His fingers around the silken skin of her nape tighten and he saw a flame of passion in her precious eyes. He heaved her close enough to ruin himself with her bitter coffee fragrance.

"Give me the truth. I want the truth behind your eyes, the truth behind the scars on your wrist, the truth behind your tears. Who was that man yesterday? I bumped into him in the driveway. He hurt you, didn't he? Tell me, who was he?" His voice was so low but he knew she heeded him loud and clear.

Leona scoffed, firmly pushing him away. "You need to stop fucking interfering in my life!"

"How can I when somehow I get dragged in your mess!? Didn't I tell you to stay away from my life too? Why do you keep fucking with my mind? It's you every damn where. I can't take you out of my thoughts though I know I am nowhere near your thoughts." His voice raised an octave as his frustration resided like fierce gloomy flares hanging between them. Flaring in their souls.

Leona's gaze penetrated his and she retorted, "You are such a loser. I pity you, Park Jimin."

His Adam's apple bobbed and her venomous words shredded through him. He watched her inky eyelashes fluttering in no guilt, proving that she didn't care that he was hurt. "You are a loser too. A fucking coward who is hiding behind these stupid tattoos, behind this damn attitude."

He grabbed her wrist, flashing the lethal scars in front of his eyes. "I am still better than you. I wouldn't give up on living as you did."

He continued, "This is all fake. Who are you fooling? Why are you faking that you are fine? If you are hurting, say it dammit. If you are in pain, cry it out. If you are breaking, fall apart. If you feel there is no reason to live..then.." He breathed out a harsh breath, "then come and find me. I will give you a thousand excuses to breathe, Leona."

Leona's eyes glossed with pearly droplets and Jimin felt her heel digging in his feet but he didn't flinch away. He knew his words slashed through her soul, but he didn't get wavered. He didn't let his arms proactively snake around her. 

"Give me then. It better be a good excuse." She muttered as a drop of tear seared down her chin.

Jimin's hands somehow tracked the way on her shoulders in a cosy grip. Squeezing lightly, he gently cupped her face and fondled their forehead like he did the aforesaid night. His heart swelled when her serene breath submerged him and she soothed in his hold. Her tiny hands encircled his and he swore that his heart exploded.

"Tell me. Just tell me. I will take care of it. I swear, I will. Whoever it is, I will make sure that person doesn't lay a finger on you. I will keep you away from him. Just say a word, Leona. Just a word, please. I can't see you losing yourself."

"I already did, Jimin. I already did."

Before he could respond, her hand clutched his tie and she hauled his lips on her. A throaty growl ripped from the base of his throat and a lewd noise from the pit of her stomach. Again, Tayson found himself losing. 

His lips moved in sync with hers, softly, as he was holding himself back due to the bruise on her lip. But Leona didn't seem to care. Her hands fisted his collars and she jerked him forward, smashing their lips hard. Her lips parted enticing his tongue inside her mouth, meeting his tongue halfway and they mingled in a rough, slippery, aggressive dance. They could feel the rage churning within them. Jimin moved his other hand to her jaw, titled her head up, and sucked on her upper lip while she bit on his lower lip. The fabric of his pants strained with the growing pressing as their wet mouth devoured each other.

"Hmmm," he hummed deeply but momentarily ceased when he tasted her metallic blood, oozing from her lips. When she sank her teeth a bit intensely, he groaned and kept going. Tasting the bitter buttery lips and her simmering blood melting in his mouth. His hands protectively and possessively touched her as much as he could. Index finger trailed down her spine, making her slip her fingers in his hair and he felt her shiver against him. He flushed their bodies by grabbing her waist and pulling her closer, leaning down to kiss her better.

Their mouths couldn't stop but their lungs did. Unwantedly their lips detached, and they panted for fresh air. Still high, and hot with a blazing kiss. His whole body was enthralled by the tingles and little firecrackers.

"Sorry for the interruption." 

Jimin jumped at her voice and twisted his head to find Chohee. The woman looked horrified just as Jimin was. Chohee's eyes growled at Leona and she visibly froze. Her eyes dilated in culmination and her lips parted in translucent bafflement. Her face drained the blood as she gaped at Leona. 

Jimin seized a step away from the dark Rapunzel. "Chohee-"

"You seem busy. I will talk to you later, Jimin ." The look in Chohee's eyes told him that she saw them kissing. Without another word, she fled in alacrity.

"Oops, was that Chohee?"

He looked at Leona, who smirked in satisfaction. Jimin internally ridiculed himself. He got hoodwinked. She kissed me because she wanted Chohee to see us.

"People hate you for a reason, now I get it." He cast her a glance and stormed behind Chohee.

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I love these two. I am just proud of myself that I created Leona and this version of Jimin. My favourite babies.