Haunt You - Social House (Been so into this song lately)

Yeosang was shitting himself.

No, that's actually an understatement; He's panicking.

Badly.

Maybe it's not panicking, he's just moving back and forth like an idiot for the past hour in the location where Taemin said for the two to meet because he's distracting himself; trying to figure out the words on what to say so he won't sound like a panicking bitch like how he is through messages.

After being here for a good while now, recollecting his nerves and checking the time every five minutes, he starts to feel like he is in somewhat of a good headspace-

"You really weren't kidding about coming early."

And there goes his good headspace.

Yeosang nearly squeaks, yes fucking squeaks, when he turns around and sees a silhouette making their way down this dark alleyway towards him. A little anxious now, Yeosang doesn't know how many times he fiddled with the lace of his backpack before the man finally stands in front of him.

And Yeosang's heart fucking exploded out of his chest and soared through the skies.

Soaring, flying - Okay now is not the time.

"Gem right?"

His voice is so fucking soft yet so clear, like glass, a tint of deepness with this serious tone that made Yeosang's legs wobbled like a quivering dog.

He's so intimidating and it's attractive as hell.

"Hello-"

"Please don't make talk right," Yeosang blurts out, making Taemin's eyes dilate to the sudden exclaim, "I'll say something stupid, but y-yes I'm Gem."

Way to go solider.

Definitely won his heart for sure.

Taemin blinks at him, slowly nodding while processing what Yeosang just said before shaking his head to focus on the task at hand, "Okay, so take out the money."

Yeosang gulps and almost chokes on his saliva, but then hums with a nod, nervously - like really bad- swings his backpack - to have it centimeters away from slapping Taemin's face - and opens it to take out an envelope that Boss gave to him. By accident he was close to throwing it to Taemin out of his obvious nerves.

The man didn't seem to notice since he was focus on checking something on his phone with a deep frown, so he just takes the envelope without looking and yanks out the money before counting it quickly with fast fingers.

Even if Yeosang tried not to, his eyes couldn't seem to look anywhere else when it flickered to Taemin, just to see what he's doing. He's wearing a black clean suit, with this black waist band thing on his torso. He looked like he didn't have enough time to get ready because his tie is undone and around his neck with a button or two unbutton of his crisp white shirt. His hair looks nice though, clearly showing he put a lot of time for it.

It's brushed forward, kinda mushroom style but it's long and grazes just above his eyelashes. It's not pin hair straight, has a bit of volume to make his features look more slender with the smokey make up look he has aorund his eyes with the eyeliner. Truth is, Yeosang can go on about his hair because it gleams under the moon and appears so smooth and thick.

And his make up makes him looks daring, intimidating and well.... Sexy.

Wow he's so pretty.

And intimidating all at once.

Threatening pretty, perfect word for it.

"Alright, half the amount," Taemin suddenly chirps, jolting Yeosang on the spot from his voice while Taemin takes his own backpack and opens it, taking out another envelop with clearly something not small inside, extending it out to him, "Here's the pound. May I remind you that you have three weeks after today to pay the full amount. If you don't then you-"

"Are you going out tonight?"

Why.... Why is he like this?

Just why?

Yeosang wanted to slap himself that same exact second, but Taemin pauses what he said before he tilts his head, "As I said, I have things to do after this exchange."

"Well I mean.... Your tie and," Yeosang doesn't even know what he was referring to anymore, "Oh you got a partner?"

The hickey is evident on Taemin's neck, making him step back with a steady glare to his patience running out, "Just take the package and go."

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous right now," Yeosang rambles, taking the package and shoves it in his backpack, "It's been a while."

"Talking to people?"

"No, dealing," And he adjusts the laces back on his shoulders, "Been clean for a year. Well, was up until last week."

Taemin hums to this information, putting the envelope of money in his backpack, "Hm, I see. Well, I have somewhere to be-"

"Wait," What is he doing now? "Um... Are you going on a date or something?"

Little by little Taemin's patience was chipping, now glaring at him much more annoyed, "Kid what does that have to do with you?"

Yeosang didn't know where he was going with this, but for some reason he found himself stepping closer to the man. Taemin held his ground, his glare not fading away with not a twitch of nerves like how Yeosang is right now.

But he just wanted to be nice.

So Yeosang suddenly raised his hands and places his fingers to the open buttons of Taemin's shirt.

It was quick and sudden where Taemin yanks out a gun - a real fucking gun - and points it to Yeosang's head. Yeosang doesn't look at him, but his heart did stop cold in his chest. Sure, he's been held gun pointed before many of times by his dealers, just to scare him off, but that doesn't mean he's immune to fear it.

He could die, right now.

"What are you doing? Do you have any idea who I am?"

Too paranoid to look at him, Yeosang only let's out a shakily breath and clasps the remaining buttons close that remained open on Taemin's shirt, trying not to flinch to the gun nudging to his head, "A gentlemen should always dress to impress."

And he moves his focus to the tie, by memory moving it easily, "Whether the occasion is important or not," Yeosang whispers, bringing the knot to the collar to tighten it snuggly, "Don't forget your manners."

He traces his hand to the blazer, buttoning them up while sliding the tie down and eases out any wrinkles, "There, you're ready now."

Taemin remained still, gun not moving away from Yeosang's head, but with his breathing a bit uneven to the unusual act by the boy. With a lot of courage, and best believe it was a lot, Yeosang flickers his eyes to him to meet his gaze at eye level, being perhaps an inch taller than him but that was like nothing.

He didn't say anything, not even a thank you or a grateful gesture to what Yeosang did, but slowly easing his gun down was enough to show that than blowing Yeosang's brains out.

His beauty was so haunting that Yeosang felt like he was now stuck in a trance, and he lost focus of everything else. Everything about him pulled him in. It intrigued his every senses and excited them; just by looking as his face alone.

It's a face Yeosang knows will be a problem, in his dream or everyday when his mind starts to drift away.

He doesn't even want to blink right now, just in fear that he's going to disappear and this might've been a dream.

You know when you meet someone and just by a simple stare, you're like 'Wow, this person truly exists?'. They don't have to be doing anything amazing or astonishing, they could simply be staring at the stars or reading a book. Just by a first glance to them, it was like the world froze.

You feel drawn to that person.

Like some magnet, a strong one, that was just hard to shrug off. You don't know what it is about them, but it intrigues you to know more. What are they thinking about? Do they feel that way too?

Even if it was one sided, there's this thought that somewhere, out there, in another universe, they are a perfect match.

That's how Yeosang feels right now.

Not like some love at first sight shit, because he doesn't believe in that, but just a connection that he feels as though everything for once made sense.

As if the universes shifted just for this moment, for them to meet.

Ew, that wording was so disgusting. Like corny, ew.

But well, that's how he feels.

And it feels.... Oddly comforting.

Yeosang was so drawn to him that he didn't even know when he started to lean. He was so close to him that he could smell his scent of something sweet yet with a little husk depth at the end. He could smell the cherry chap stick on his lips, the mint tracing his breath, this strange mix of baby powder on his hair - He just took him in with a hand slowly moving to the back of his neck.

But a hand on his chest stops him, followed by a voice, "I have something going on with someone. So step away."

And at that moment, the universe wasn't so kind anymore, flowing back in motion.

Leaving Yeosang with regret, like shattered glass behind his eyes.

Shit, what was he thinking?

What is he doing?!

They just met, what the hell!

Quickly Yeosang steps back, snapping himself out of whatever type of high he was in, "Um sorry, I didn't mean to.... Shit - Yeah, I'm sorry," And to save himself from more of this humiliation, Yeosang swings his hood on and walks away down the alleyway, closing his eyes with a knot in his throat.

What is he doing?

So stupid.

Looked like some hormonal teenager even though he isn't a teenager anymore!

Shit!

Of course he's taken by someone, obviously, who wouldn't notice him?

He's just.... You know... Ugh!

Cursing to himself Yeosang continues away to the night in frustration, meanwhile Taemin still strayed back and watches him leave.

Leaning against the wall with a hand to his chest to how horribly his heart accelerated in his chest.

The fuck just happened?

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A/N:

Well..... This should be fun :)

Ha ha yeahhh ha

I PURPLE YOU! <33