Kyungjoon
It was way past midnight when we finally got home.
Most of the other guests had left long before us, but Yunho and Wolfgang had to stay as heads of the Hwang Geum Byul and pretend they were trying to figure out what had happened.
Nobody had suspected them, at least not openly.
To be honest, neither the son nor Mrs Lee had looked too distraught. Their tears would have been crocodile's tears if I'd ever seen any. I guess he'd been as unpleasant to them as he'd been to me in the short time I'd spent with him.
I couldn't believe my life had changed from waitressing in Prague to covering up my husband's crimes. Wolfgang's still arguing with Yunho in our living room. This was one of the few instances where I understood Yunho's anger completely.
After a quick shower, I slipped into bed.
I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling as I listened to their voices. The ankle monitor lay on my nightstand, mocking me. Maybe I should have used tonight's confusion to escape. Yunho, Wolfgang and Demian had been busy cleaning up their mess, I had been without my stupid ankle bracelet. It had been the perfect opportunity.
'Then why hadn't I run? I doubted anyone would have stopped me, because of Soohyuk? I wished that was the only reason, but as I stood in the lobby waiting for Wolfgang to return, I hadn't even considered escaping. Why wasn't it at the forefront of my brain anymore?'
Six months ago it had been all I could think about, had been an obsession that had consumed me.
Now it sometimes felt that I only thought about running because I felt that I was supposed to do it.
It was confusing.
I wasn't as miserable as I'd worried I'd be living with Wolfgang, he was a crazy-ass killer, but it wasn't as if I wasn't used to that kind. It made life exciting even if I hated admitting it. Living life as a normal person, doing normal things, and earning money with normal jobs, had been an incredible experience, but for some reason, it had never felt like more than a distraction.
The door opened and Wolfgang strode into the bedroom, he wasn't wearing his jacket and half of his shirt buttons were already unbuttoned. He flashed me his usual smirk before he disappeared into the bathroom.
I could have pretended to be asleep to avoid him but for some inexplicable reason, I wanted to talk to him. When he emerged from the bathroom in his boxer shorts, flashing his lean muscled torso, I almost cancelled my plans but that would have felt too wrong. A man had died, albeit a horrible man, and having sex so shortly after his death would have felt utterly wrong.
Wolfgang slid under the covers and reached for my waist, pulling me toward him, eyes hungry. There was no sign that he even still remembered what he'd done not too long ago. His lips claimed mine and I let his tongue in, let the kiss consume me until my body was humming with pleasure and I forced myself to push him away before I did something for which I'd despise myself tomorrow morning.
Wolfgang flung himself on his back with a groan, "This is because of Lee, right?"
I glared, "Maybe... I'm just not in the mood. You aren't that irresistible."
"If you say so," he said in a low voice that sent a traitorous shiver down my spine.
'The bastard was way too manipulative.'
I decided to steer this conversation toward safer grounds, "Wolfgang... will Yunho punish you?"
Wolfgang chuckled, "Yunho has never punished me for anything. He's used to my proactivity."
"Proactivity?"
Wolfgang winked and I almost reached for him again, I pulled the blankets up to my chin as another barrier between us.
"Yunho looked furious."
"He'll get over it. He always does. He'd have had Old Lee killed anyway. It was only a matter of time."
I had a feeling this wasn't ordinary bedtime talk, "When did you kill your first man? Kindergarten?"
Wolfgang propped his head up on his arm, smirking, he ran a finger down my arm in a very distracting way, "No. I was a late bloomer compared to Yunho."
"Really? That seems unlikely."
"Not really. Yunho made sure I didn't get in trouble when I was younger. He was a protective big brother."
"I can't even imagine Yunho being a kid, much less him making sure you stay out of trouble."
"He did. Is it that surprising? Didn't Soohyuk try to protect you when you were younger?"
"He still does," I said with a grimace.
"See. Yunho's the same way. Well, now I'm making it harder for him to keep me in check, just like you make it hard for Soohyuk."
"I think there's a huge difference between the kind of trouble I stir up and the trouble you cause."
"Give it some time. I have a feeling you haven't reached your full potential yet."
A laugh bubbled out of me.
Damn it.
'Why did he have to say things that made me laugh?'
"You didn't answer my question. When did you kill the first time?"
"It was a few weeks after my thirteenth birthday."
"That's what you call a late bloomer? Most guys that age range to worry about their sprouting pubic hair and not killing someone."
"Oh, I've come to terms with my pubic hair a long time before," he said in a teasing voice, "most guys aren't the second son of the head of the Baek-ho."
"Good point. But.. Yunho wasn't able to protect you very well if you had to kill when you were still so young."
Wolfgang's gaze became distant, "My brother did what he could. Our father wanted me to kill one of the boys Yunho and I had been hanging out with occasionally because he'd tried to get out of Baek-ho."
My stomach tightened, "And?"
"Yunho pulled his gun and killed the guy before I could, and then our father was majorly pissed. He beat Yunho within an inch of his life."
The idea that Yunho had done something so considerate for his half-brother was strange, but it wasn't all that surprising if you watched how those two interacted. It was obvious they cared for each other, cold-hearted bastards or not.
"Yunho is scary when he wants to be... How could anyone beat him?"
Wolfgang smiled wryly, "Yunho could have wiped our father off the floor if he'd tried but he never fought back. Our father was still the head of Baek-ho and would have put Yunho down like a rabid dog if he'd been provoked further."
I sometimes forgot that things weren't all sunshine and rainbows for them. They had more freedom when it came to promiscuity and going out but they had their burdens to bear, "I guess your father found someone else for you to kill pretty quickly after that."
I'd barely known the former head of the Mins but he'd seemed like a creepy fuck.
Wolfgang nodded, "He found out about another traitor a couple of months after that. He made me slice his throat."
Omegas like us weren't given many details about the induction ceremony, but 'ol Bang had often let something slip when he'd guarded us. The first kill of an initiate happened from afar with a gun, "He didn't let you shoot him?"
"No. It was probably meant as additional punishment as I'd wormed my way out of killing the first time. Shooting is easy, it's less personal. Using a knife is work. You have to get close to your victim, have to get blood on your hands."
I held my breath.
His voice had become very quiet.
Slowly I raised myself up on my arm.
I wanted to touch him but I didn't.
"That sounds horrible. Did you do it?"
"What do you think?"
There was the scary smirk, the one that made me believe Wolfgang was capable of anything.
"You killed him."
"I did. It was messy. He was tied to a chair and couldn't fight back, but it still took me three tries to cut his jugular. I was covered in blood from head to toe. I still found blood under my nails the day after."
"Then why do you prefer knives to guns? You don't seem to mind getting your hands dirty anymore."
"In the beginning. It was to prove to my father that I was tough, that he hadn't broken me as he'd probably intended. And once I got good with the knife and everyone admired me for my skills, it seemed like a waste to give it up."
I searched his face but it was blank, I couldn't tell if it was the whole truth or if he was keeping the worst of it to himself - that he'd come to enjoy the more personal kill.
For a moment we stared at each other until it became too personal again and I laid back down on my back.
"Did you ever consider killing Yunho? If he were dead, you'd become the next head. You wouldn't be the first to kill a family member to climb the career ladder," I asked.
Wolfgang's expression hardened, "I would never kill my brother. I don't care about becoming head and even if I did, I still wouldn't get rid of Yunho to improve my position. Yunho's got my back and I've got his. That's the way it's always been."
"That's good. It's important to have people you can trust," I said honestly.
'Loneliness is a big problem in our world. You always have people around you, but you could trust no one.'
There was only one person I trusted and that was Soohyuk.
Dojinnie was too fragile and young for many of my secrets, and our 'dear' old man trying to influence him was growing by the day and I couldn't even talk to them anymore.
"What will it take for you to trust me?" Wolfgang asked curiously.
"A miracle."
I turned my back to him and shut off the lamp on my nightstand, the look in his eyes had stirred something in my chest that terrified me.
Wolfgang shut off the other lights, then leaned over to me, kissing my ear.
"Who doesn't like a good miracle?"
~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~
Wolfgang's arm was heavy around my waist, his breath hot against my neck and the leg that was thrown over mine was cutting my blood flow off.
'Why did it feel strangely good to wake up next to him?'
I pushed his arm off, slipped away and quickly got up.
Wolfgang didn't wake, his hair was a complete mess and his face looked honest and almost gentle in sleep. I reached out but stopped myself before I could brush my fingers over his forehead.
'What was wrong with me?'
I took a step back.
My eyes landed on the discarded ankle monitor on the nightstand and an idea crossed my mind. I snatched up the monitor and rushed into the bathroom with it. The thing couldn't be destroyed with water. After all, you could shower with it, but maybe I could flush it down the toilet. Not that Wolfgang couldn't ask Yuri to bring a new monitor, but the gesture would send a nice message. I threw the monitor into the toilet and flushed it.
Unfortunately, it got stuck.
"Did you just flush down your ankle monitor?" Wolfgang asked in a voice raspy with sleep.
I whirled around.
He was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his naked chest and an amused expression on his arrogant face. Heat rushed into my cheeks, "I tried, but it got stuck."
Chuckling, Wolfgang advanced on me and we both stared down into the bowl, "So... who's going to get it out there now?"
"You?"
Wolfgang reached down but I grabbed his arm.
"Aren't you going to put on gloves or something like that?"
"It's clean and I can wash my hands afterwards," he said with barely disguised amusement, "My hands have been covered with worse, believe me."
I released him with a shrug, "Do what you want."
He retrieved the ankle monitor and put it on the washstand, then shoved down his boxer shorts and strode toward the shower, presenting his firm butt to me. He turned on the water and stepped under the stream before facing me again with a raging hard-on.
"Wanna join me?"
I grabbed my toothbrush, "No, thanks."
It took a lot of restraint not to watch Wolfgang while he showered, I had a feeling he was taking his time on purpose. The water shut off and Wolfgang stepped out, drying himself with his towel. He nodded toward the ankle monitor. "You realize that it's still working, right?"
"Oh, come on. I didn't run away last night. You don't need to put that thing on me again. I'll behave."
"Really?" Wolfgang asked, dropping the towel and stalking toward me, "That doesn't sound like you."
I rolled my eyes.
Two could play this game.
I pulled my shirt over my head, then slid my panties down my legs before straightening, completely naked.
Let Wolfgang deal with that.
As expected, Wolfgang's eyes travelled over my body and his cock twitched in response.
I smiled smugly, "I really hate that monitor, I don't want to wear it again."
Wolfgang leaned against the washbasin, so close that our bodies were almost touching and I could smell his minty shower gel.
"How about a little bet?"
I had a feeling I wouldn't like what he was going to suggest, but I nodded for him to keep talking.
"If I manage to give you an orgasm today, then we put the ankle monitor back on. If you manage to resist my skills, we throw that thing in the trash."
"Only one?"
"Greedy boy," he said teasingly, his dark eyes sparkling with excitement, "I thought you weren't attracted to me? Are you worried your body won't be able to resist me?"
I wished he was wrong, but my body was a horrible traitor.
I'd lost count of the times we'd had sex in our short marriage, "No, of course not. But.. one orgasm seems to be setting the bar very low for you, don't you think?"
"Oh, I don't know. We both know how stubborn you can be and I promised Yunho to put that ankle monitor on you. I can't make it too easy for you to get rid of it again."
His eyes were drawn to my chest, then lower, "So what do you say? Resist an orgasm until midnight and you'll be free of the monitor."
I backed away from him to be safe, "Of course, you can't just avoid having an orgasm by not letting me touch you. You have to give me a fair fighting chance."
I huffed, rolling my eyes, "A fair chance? What is fair about this?"
Wolfgang shrugged, "Deal?"
"Deal," I said grudgingly before dashing into the shower and closing the door.
It wouldn't stop Wolfgang, but he didn't try to follow, smirking, he walked toward the bedroom, "I'll be waiting for you."
Okay, I needed to put myself in a mindset of complete calm, but the problem was that my pulse was pounding with excitement just thinking of what Wolfgang was about to do.
I needed to figure out a way to make myself immune to Wolfgang.
I closed my eyes and turned the water on cold, gasping for breath, I started shattering slowly my arousal. After a couple more minutes, I stepped out of the shower, frozen to the bone and hopefully turned off enough to resist Wolfgang at least for the moment. I headed into the bedroom. Wolfgang lay on the bed in all his naked glory with his arms crossed behind his head.
I'm glad for his self-assured smile because it only strengthened my resolve to resist him. Straightening my shoulders, I walked past the bed, determined to head toward the dressing room. "Shouldn't we get up?"
Wolfgang's smirk widened, "We have some time. Or are you scared of losing our bet?"
I walked toward the bed without another word, Wolfgang's eyes followed every move I made. I should have made a bet that he wasn't allowed to come. With that bet, I would have won without trouble judging from the hunger in his gaze. My husband pulled me down on top of him and kissed me. He took his time, his hands only lightly stroking my back, the pressure between my legs was already close to unbearable.
I tried to think of something else, anything really, somehow Wolfgang seemed to sense that I was drifting away. He flipped us over so he hovered over me, and then my torture began. His mouth closed around my nipple, nibbling, licking and sucking, before moving on to my other one and ravishing that one with the same amount of attention. I lay my palms flat against the bedspread, trying to calm my breathing and racing pulse.
Wolfgang cupped one of my ass cheeks and squeezed harder than expected. I arched up at the intense sensation, then quickly relaxed again. I couldn't make it too easy for him. He'd be smugger if he got me aroused so fast. Peering up at the ceiling, I focused all my attention away from Wolfgang's teasing lips. He chuckled against my sternum, then kissed a trail down to my navel.
"So stubborn."
I knew the moment Wolfgang parted my legs, he'd see how much my body craved his touch. There was nothing I could do about it.
'Is there a way I could have an orgasm without Wolfgang noticing? By now that was almost my only hope because I was fairly sure my body was going to betray me.'
With a wicked smirk, Wolfgang moved between my legs and pushed them apart. His hands were below my ass as he pressed his mouth to my heated cock. I bit back a moan at the feel of his tongue.
His eyes were on me, bright red, so possessive and hungry that it turned me on even more.
I closed my own eyes tightly, trying to block out what Wolfgang was doing, but he was making it difficult.
"Delicious," he murmured, then took another lick, "You taste so good, Kyungjoon. I want to eat you out every day."
He dipped his tongue into my cock slit before drawing soft circles with the tip of his tongue, only to do it all over again. I pressed my lips together to hold back a moan. His hands pushed my legs even further apart, his tongue trailed down and licked the slick leaking from my rosette. His tongue continued to lick, and his fingers continued to gently coax my entrance to give him better access. His tongue brushed on me, so soft my toes curled from the intense sensations.
"You can pretend this isn't doing anything to you, Kyungjoon, but your body betrays you."
'Damn it, as if I didn't know it.'
"Are you going to keep your eyes closed the entire time?" Wolfgang asked in a mocking tone.
My eyes shot open and I glared at him, he lifted his head with his damn smirk with his chin glistening with my juices.
"That's better," he murmured before he lowered his gaze back down to my cock and rubbed his thumb lightly over my cock slit. His tongue slid over my inner thigh, lightly biting down. More slick pooled between my legs and Wolfgang's smile widened even further, "See, husband, you like this." He slid his thumb between my legs, scraping up some slick and lifting it to his lips and licked off my juices. "Hmm..."
I knew I should close my eyes but it was impossible, I braced myself on my elbows to get a better view. This was a losing battle anyway, I might as well enjoy it fully.
Wolfgang raised his eyebrows, "Upping the ante?"
He dove back down and I threw my head back, not even bothering to keep the moan in.
'Fuck the stupid bet and the stupid ankle monitor.'
My calves started spasming and the tremor spread through my entire body as pleasure coursed through me, there was no thinking of hiding my orgasm, no chance in hell.
I arched off the bed, letting pleasure consume me, loud cries fell from my lips and I let them out without restraint.
Eventually, I caught my breath and Wolfgang pushed himself up on his elbows, the look on his face made me regret my weakness.
"Hmm... Maybe one orgasm was unfair," he said in a raspy voice.
"You think?" I whispered breathlessly, "How about an additional bet? All or nothing?"
"I'm listening."
"If I manage to make you come, you lose and I won't have to wear the ankle monitor again. If you resist, I'll put that thing back on without protest."
Wolfgang sat back on his haunches, presenting his thick, rock-hard cock.
I leaned forward and curled my fingers around his length with a challenging look, "So.. what do you say?"
"Why should I risk losing if I can only win the same thing again."
I licked my lips and squeezed his cock once, "Are you scared of losing?" I repeated his earlier words.
He chuckled, "Of course not. The bet's on. I'm in your hands, husband."
"Lie down," I ordered, not wasting any time.
'I'd win this bet no matter what.'
~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~
Wolfgang
I flopped down on my back beside Kyungjoon and crossed my arms behind my head. Kyungjoon looked pretty confident. My cock was already hard from licking him and he probably thought I wouldn't last very long.
He didn't know me very well.
He knelt beside me, then lowered his head very slowly, his eyes glued to me, challenging and sexy as fuck.
'Did he know how much his gaze turned me on?'
That look alone made my cock twitch.
Kyungjoon curled his fingers around my base and swirled his tongue around my tip before he took all of me into his fucking hot mouth. I loved seeing my cock disappear between those pink lips. When I hit the back of his throat, I almost groaned. He smiled around my width as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me. And then he started to hum, the vibrations went straight to my balls.
"Fuck," I growled, which only seemed to spur him on more.
He bobbed his head up and down, sultry, doe eyes on me and massaged my balls in the best possible way.
"You're so good at this," I said.
He rolled his eyes at me and damn if that didn't make him even sexier. Kyungjoon's red hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks as he took me deep into his mouth.
I wasn't going to last forever.
I'd never really thought I could win this better, never actually wanted to win. All I wanted at this moment was to come in Kyungjoon's hot mouth. I raked my hands through his gorgeous locks. The muscles in my thighs tightened but I fought the sensation off. It was so fucking amazing to be over so soon, knowing Kyungjoon I might have to wait a while before he gave me another blowjob.
My feisty husband looked like a sex god.
I'd wanted to see him like this for a long time, had fucking daydreamed about it.
'Fuck.'
I jerked my hips, as I felt my balls tightening, Kyungjoon sensing it had sucked even harder. Not that I needed any more convincing, all I wanted was to spill into him, then I fucking exploded.
Kyungjoon didn't pull back, he kept sucking even as I shot my cum down his throat. With a long moan, I let my head fall back and my body became slack.
"Fuck, Kyungjoon."
Kyungjoon lifted his head and wiped his mouth with a wide smile, "I win."
I laughed quietly, "You did, my feisty husband. Congratulations."
"So... I won't have to wear the ankle monitor ever again?" Kyungjoon asked with a hint of suspicion.
"That's the bet."
I didn't tell him that I felt like the real winner. I'd never liked seeing him with the ankle monitor. It had always felt sacrilegious to cage him in like that.
I was glad that he wouldn't wear it anymore, even if that meant I had to keep a close eye on him and that Yunho would probably punch me.
'So be it.'
~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~
Kyungjoon
The next morning after I'd showered and dressed, I enjoyed my newfound freedom, even if it was small.
Wolfgang had kept his promise and stashed the ankle monitor in a drawer, I didn't have to wear that stupid thing, at least for now.
I doubted Wolfgang would still keep his promise if I tried to run again.
We'd both lost our bets and yet we both felt like winners.
Life with Wolfgang was an enigma.
My husband was already leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking coffee when I came out of the bedroom. His smile was so smug I had trouble stopping myself from wringing his neck.
I grabbed a cup for myself, then leaned across from him. "Do you ever feel regret or guilt?"
Wolfgang's eyebrows climbed his forehead, "Regret?"
"Yes, you know that feeling normal people have when they've done something wrong?"
I took a sip.
I wasn't even sure why I was asking, except to wipe that annoying smugness off Wolfgang's face.
For a long time, Wolfgang only looked at me until I couldn't stand it anymore and pretended my coffee was really interesting.
'Why did I suddenly feel guilty for asking that question?'
"There's little time for guilt and regret in my life," Wolfgang said.
His voice was quiet and devoid of humour.
I couldn't help but look up, trying to gauge his mood, but as usual, he was making it difficult.
"So you do feel it sometimes?"
"Occasionally. However, I've learned a long time ago that it's not clever to dwell on the past. I prefer to focus on the future."
With that, his usual charm was switched back on. He strode toward me, set his cup down on the counter, and braced his arms beside me.
"Do you ever regret running?"
I opened my mouth to say 'no' but for some reason, I hesitated.
That moment of hesitation was all the answer Wolfgang needed.
"Why?"
"Because someone got killed," I said quietly.
I'd managed to forget Jackson and his horrible end, but now it all came back. I could have kicked Wolfgang for bringing the memory back. Especially because I'd come to realize that the life I'd run from wasn't as horrible as I'd wanted it to be. Wolfgang's expression said he didn't give a fuck about that and it was pretty much what I'd expected.
"I can tell you without a doubt that I don't feel guilt over that guy's death," he murmured. He ran a hand down my side, "I would have killed every guy that touched you. We both know I don't have to because despite plenty of opportunities you were a good boy."
The way he said 'good boy' made my blood boil.
I was still trying to come up with a clever comeback when the elevator rang, announcing a visitor. Wolfgang pecked the tip of my nose with a superior expression before staggering off toward the elevator.
I couldn't believe him.
I was still glaring at his back when the elevator doors slid open and Soohyuk walked into the apartment, he was talking on the phone. To my surprise Wolfgang moved into the elevator, leaving us alone. I suspected he could lock the elevator from the outside, so I couldn't leave unless I took a dive out of the window and ended up as a blood splatter on the sidewalk down below.
"Who are you talking to?" I asked as Soohyuk headed toward me.
Soohyuk gave me a bright smile and held the phone out to me, "Dojinnie wants to talk to you but father forbade them from calling you, so…" He trailed off.
Of course, I'd suspected something like that, our old man had made it pretty clear that he didn't want me around them anymore.
"Thanks," I mouthed to Soohyuk before taking the phone from him and pressing it against my ear, "Dojinnie?"
My voice was shaky and I had to clear my throat.
"Oh, Joonie! I was so sad when father didn't let me say goodbye to you. I've been begging him to let me talk to you but he got really mad and now I'm grounded."
Grounded had always felt like a strange term for our punishment.
We had never been allowed to go anywhere alone anyway, so being grounded only meant that we had to stay in the house even more.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to keep my anger for our father back. Dojinnie still had to live under his rule, he didn't need to get in trouble because of me. I walked over to the living area and sank on the sofa. Soohyuk perched on the edge beside me, "How's school?" I asked.
"Boring. But at home it is even worse. Since you and Soohyuk moved out, nothing fun ever happens anymore," Dojinnie murmured. My heart ached for him. I'd always had Dojinnie, and for a long time Soohyuk, but Dojinnie would have to survive for years without that kind of support. He's also an omega and would soon face very different challenges. For a moment there was silence as if they were both listening for sounds, then Dojinnie spoke again. "Is Demian there with you?"
I laughed, "Is that why you're calling? I thought you wanted to see how I was doing," I said in a mock hurt voice.
"W-well, I want to know how you're doing. B-but, I wanna know about how N-Demian is these days... he.."
There was a pause when I started to snicker over the phone.
"I'm fine," I said, deciding to stop torturing Dojinnie, I added, "And Demian isn't here," I glanced at Soohyuk and he whispered upstairs, "He's at Soohyuk's place, discussing important business with our husbands." Sarcasm dripped from the words. "Do you want me to go upstairs and ask him to speak with you, Dojinnie?"
"No!" Dojinnie blurted, "He'll think I'm in love with him."
"Aren't you?"
Silence.
Poor Dojinnie, I didn't have the heart to tell him that there was no chance in hell that our old man of a dick would ever allow an alliance between my brother and a mere soldier, especially one from Seoul.
'Love just wasn't something that mattered.'
"How do I know if I'm in love?" Dojinnie whispered after a while.
'Yes, how? I hadn't been in love with Jackson or anyone else. I wasn't in love with Wolfgang. Right?'
"I don't know," I admitted.
"Aren't you in love with Wolfgang?"
"Why would you think I was? I ran away, remember?"
"But you're married now."
"Marriage doesn't equate love."
"It did for Soohyuk," Dojinnie said.
My eyes darted to Soohyuk who was frowning at me.
"You're right, maybe you should ask Soohyuk then," Before Dojinnie could say another word, I handed the phone to Soohyuk, "Dojinnie wants to know how it feels to be in love."
Soohyuk took the phone from me, his eyes full of concern. He listened to Dojinnie for a moment before he said, "That's hard to put into words. Love is when you feel safe in someone's arms when he's the first thing you want to see in the morning, love is surrendering. You risk getting hurt but you don't care. You are willing to give someone the power to break your heart. Love means seeing someone at their worst and still seeing the good in them, love means someone is perfect for you despite their imperfections," Soohyuk says as he grew quiet, eyes distant.
I didn't have to ask, I knew about whom he was thinking.
I swallowed hard.
I could have never said what Soohyuk had just said.
Unwantedly an image of Wolfgang's cocky smirk flashed in my mind.
'What the heck?'
"How do I know when I'm in love?" I heard Dojinnie's whine through the phone.
'Yes, how?'
"It's a gradual process. I don't know when exactly I started loving Yunho. For a long time, I thought I hated him."
I pushed to my feet, suddenly restless, this wasn't a topic I felt comfortable with. It made my chest feel tight, made me start to panic in an odd way. I hurried into the kitchen and made myself another cup of coffee.
After a couple of sips, I returned to Soohyuk who gave me a questioning look. I raised my cup as a way of explanation.
"Here," he said, handing the phone back to me.
"So what else is new?" I asked lightly.
I could practically hear Dojinnie roll his eyes, "Are you going to come to our Christmas party?"
I opened my mouth to say yes because I'd always been there, then I realized I probably wasn't wanted anymore, "I don't know. Things are difficult at the moment."
"You mean father doesn't want you to come."
"The only reason I would want to come is you, Dojinnie, I don't care about anyone else. And maybe you can come visit us in Seoul for the New Year."
Dojinnie was silent. "Father said he won't ever allow us to go to Seoul again after what you did."
That shouldn't have shocked me as much as it did, I suppose.
Of course, he wouldn't let Dojinnie out of his sight. Baekje Ha-kyun couldn't risk another one of his daughters turning into a slut, "We'll figure something out. I'll ask Wolfgang if we're going to Busan."
Facing Baekje Ha-kyun again was the last thing I wanted to do.
For all I care, I would never set foot on Busan ground again, but the idea of never seeing Dojinnie again was even worse.
"Promise?"
"I promise," I said
"Okay," he said, "I miss you."
"I miss you too, Dojinnie. I'll talk to you soon, take care of yourself over there."
We hung up and I handed the phone back to Soohyuk, "Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded half-heartedly, "The party is next weekend, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm guessing I'm not invited?"
Soohyuk grimaced, "Even Yunho and I aren't sure if we should be going."
"Why?"
"Things are really bad right now. Yunho has enough trouble in Seoul with Baek-ho fighting for territories and new business stuff. He doesn't want to deal with Hwang Geum Byul or our father in addition to that."
"Dojinnie will be sad if you don't come to visit."
"I know," Soohyuk said with a sigh, leaning against the backrest, "That's what I've been telling Yunho. I even suggested I could fly over alone with Demian, so Yunho could take care of business here."
"Let me guess. He hated that idea."
Soohyuk laughed, "Yeah. He doesn't trust Hwang Geum Byul and won't let me go there without him."
"I kind of have to agree with him, I wish we could go together though."
"There's always next year? Baekje Ha-kyun can hardly stay mad at you forever."
"Baekje Ha-kyun will still be mad at me even when he's roasting in hell."
~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~
As expected, I wasn't invited to my family's Christmas party.
Officially the head of Hwang Geum Byul, Baekje Ha-kyun, couldn't have denied my entrance as Wolfgang's husband, but not only would that have been very awkward but Wolfgang also didn't want to risk taking me back to Busan so soon.
That night after my body had won over my brain once again and succumbed to Wolfgang's charm, I lay naked in his arms, his chest pressed up against my back. I wasn't sure why I always fell asleep with his arms around me, and worse why I was sometimes longing for his closeness during the day too.
"Will I ever get to see Dojinnie again?" I whispered into the silence.
Wolfgang's arms around my waist tightened, "If they were part of the Baek-ho, Yunho could do something. But your father only has to listen to himself."
"I know," I said almost angrily. I knew how things worked in our world, "But can't we invite my family over for some kind of gathering? Baekje Ha-kyun wouldn't reject a direct invitation, right?"
Wolfgang propped himself up and stared down at my face, "Your father would follow the invitation, but he wouldn't have to take your brother with him. Many men keep their families out of it for security reasons."
I nodded.
Wolfgang watched me for a long time and it was starting to make me feel naked in a very different way, I shot him a glare, "What?"
"Yunho is very convincing. Maybe he can ask your father to allow Dojin to come for a visit after Christmas. Your father could send his guards with them if he doesn't trust us."
"Why would Yunho do that? He and Soohyuk are still welcome in Busan."
"If I ask Yunho, he'll do it."
"And why should you ask him? Aren't you in enough trouble already because of Lee Dong-min and getting rid of my horrid ankle monitor?"
Wolfgang gently pushed a strand of my hair with his finger, "I'd do it for you. You are my husband and I want to make you happy," his smile was teasing yet what he'd said had sounded sincere.
My heart thudded dangerously, and a new panic rose.
'What was happening?'
Fear of my own emotions got the better of me, "If you care about me and want to see me happy, let me go. All I've ever wanted was freedom and a normal life."
The moment the words left my mouth, I realized I wasn't sure if they were still the truth.
Wolfgang's expression shut off, something hard and cold settling in his eyes. He lay back down and extinguished the lights. I almost apologized and reached out for him.
His lips brushed my ear, "I guess then that means I don't care enough. Because letting you go, that's the one thing I'll never do."
~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~
I stopped beside Wolfgang and his hand immediately went to my hip.
'Did he even notice how possessive those small gestures were?'
Previously, my first reaction to them would have been annoyance followed by a rebuff, but now it seemed almost natural. I wasn't sure why this was the case, why I moulded so easily into the life that had been cut out for me even before my birth. Some people would probably seek an explanation in fate or faith. I'd never considered either option to be valid, I didn't like the idea of some unknown being controlled who I was and how my life would develop.
"Hey, where are you?" Wolfgang asked, squeezing my hip lightly.
I blinked, focusing on him.
I hadn't even realized we'd stepped into the elevator.
I shook my head, "Thinking of all the ways this evening could end badly," I lied.
"As long as Wolfgang keeps his knife in his holster and you keep your mouth in check, things should go smoothly," Yunho muttered, sending both Wolfgang and me a glare. "Tonight is important. Several of the attending businessmen are under pressure from the Yakuza. I want to show strength and make a good impression. It would be even better if you could manage not to offend."
"Why me? What about Soohyuk?"
"Soohyuk knows how to behave himself. He's the perfect man whereas you are anything but."
Soohyuk touched Yunho's chest, "Be nice to my brother."
"I'm not rude to everyone. Only people I don't like," I said pointedly.
"Which will be everyone at the party," Wolfgang interjected, "They are insufferable, believe me."
We exchanged a smirk, then as if remembering our 'kind of fight' from a few nights ago, looked away from each other. I could see Yunho give Soohyuk one of those secret looks they always shared.
"Just behave yourself," Yunho said, "Both of you. It's like the universe sent you two to me to test my patience."
Soohyuk giggled and hit Yunho's shoulder lightly, but his eyes were sparkling with adoration.
'Would I ever look at someone like that?'
I wasn't sure if I wanted to. It seemed like he was baring his soul for everyone to see and he didn't even mind.
Together we stepped out of the elevator and into the cold parking garage. I shivered. I hadn't taken a coat with me because I only had to walk from the elevator to the car and then from the car to wherever the party was taking place, but now I regret it. It was December after all. Wolfgang let go and removed his jacket, placing it over my shoulders, his warmth and scent enveloped me, and I caught myself drawing in a deep breath.
"Thanks," I said half-embarrassed.
Yunho had done the same for Soohyuk despite the short way to the car. Soohyuk and I settled in the back of Wolfgang's Genesis GV80 while Yunho and Wolfgang sat in the front. It seemed they weren't worried anymore that I'd try to jump out of the driving car to escape.
'Maybe they, too, had noticed how easily I'd settled in.'
Soohyuk leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I know you don't want to see it but you and Wolfgang are like you were made for each other."
I shot him an incredulous look, ignoring the way my pulse sped up with an emotion I didn't even want to think about, "Don't even start."
Soohyuk shrugged, "It's the truth. And he's really trying. They aren't perfect but they are trying to be good to us. You don't look unhappy."
I wasn't exactly unhappy, but I tried to attribute it to Soohyuk's constant presence in my new life. It was a convenient explanation, I didn't say anything, couldn't come up with a witty reply that wouldn't sound utterly fake. We sat in silence after that and yet I felt like my silence was more of an answer than I liked.
I was relieved when we finally pulled up in front of a luxury apartment building, not unlike the one Wolfgang and I lived in. A doorman rushed toward our car and opened my door. Good thing he didn't see both Yunho and Wolfgang reach for their weapons, always ready for an attack.
I thanked the guy who looked like he was barely my age and got out, Soohyuk followed quickly. We handed the jackets back to our husbands before walking into the brightly lit lobby. Another doorman waited next to the elevator and clicked the correct button for us.
As we rode up toward the top floor, Wolfgang leaned close and murmured, "Don't forget to behave yourself."
He winked at me when he pulled back and I knew we'd be in trouble, Wolfgang's expression promised that he had no intention to be good tonight.
After that conversation, our interactions in the next few days were reduced to sex again.
~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~
To my surprise, I missed our banter.
I even missed Wolfgang's stupid cockiness and that annoying I-own-you-smirk, but most of all I missed falling asleep with his fingers tracing the soft skin of my forearm.
Christmas time was turning into a nightmare, Wolfgang and I were invited to three more parties, all of them either hosted by high-ranking mob or businessmen with close connections to the Hwang Geum Byul.
All of them are too important to offend by not attending.
I hoped Wolfgang wouldn't kill any more hosts, the Lee debacle had been without consequences but I still wasn't entirely sure it would stay that way.
'At some point, people would undoubtedly get suspicious.'
Now that I wasn't wearing an ankle monitor anymore, Yuri was my shadow and when Soohyuk and I went anywhere together, Demian was always there as well.
It was ridiculous, even without a technical device, every aspect of my life was out of my control.
'Married bliss, my ass.'
I fixed a wayward strand, which had fallen out and brushed my hands over my suit. With all the social events looming in my future, Soohyuk and I had done another big shopping trip. I was starting to feel like one of those trophy partners I'd despised all my life. Shopping, social events and warming their husband's bed was their whole world, and also mine.
I glared at my reflection, I even looked like a trophy husband with my hair and the dark green velvet suit that hugged my curves. Even my huge wedding ring and the diamond choker screamed trophy husband. It took all my self-control not to rip the garment off my body and shave my hair off.
'How could I have become what I'd hated for so long? And how could I be okay with it?'
"Soohyuk and Yunho are here," Wolfgang alerted me, "We need to get going."
This was more than he'd said to me outside of the bedroom since that night, with a sigh, I turned away from the mirror and headed toward the living room where they were waiting. Wolfgang looked marvellous in a slim-fit black suit, white shirt and slim black tie. It was so cliché, but he pulled it off with ease.
That man always looked good.
His eyes did a quick scan of my body and it immediately responded with a familiar shiver. I'd read about looks that were like sex, but I'd always considered them an urban legend but Wolfgang had that look down to a T.
I kept my face unaffected as I walked toward them, Soohyuk was an apparition in his maroon dress suit that compliments his newly dyed silver hair. In the past, I'd often felt like I could never compete with him but I'd come to realize that I didn't have to. Yunho complimented my brother and noticed he's wearing something similar like Wolfgang's but it did nothing for me.
The party took place in a penthouse overlooking the city, it was not quite as big as Yunho's but more gaudy and showy. The walls were covered with paintings by Warhol and Miró, all of them originals, and I had a feeling the furniture was as pretentious. Everything's been removed to fit two long tables for all attending guests into the room, as a dozen bar tables where guests could mingle before dinner.
The different smells mixing, the over the top decor, and the noise level were overwhelming despite the size of the penthouse and there wasn't anything Christmas-y about except for an abstract glass-shard nativity scene on the mantle and an even more abstract-faux Christmas tree in a corner, Soohyuk and I looked at each other and almost burst into laughter.
My mood dropped when the host and hostess, a middle-aged couple that looked even more fake than their tree, approached us. I braced myself for the disgusting once-over but the woman smiled at Soohyuk and me the same way.
The hostess who introduced himself as Miriam practically beamed at me, though it looked almost scary because her face was frozen from too many botox-treatments, "You must be the beautiful new groom," she said and faux-kissed me on both cheeks.
"Yes, thank you," I blurted, startled.
I darted a confused look at Wolfgang, he must have read it right because he leaned toward me while the host and hostess spoke to Yunho and Soohyuk.
"They aren't part of our culture. They don't give a crap about our rules and morals," Wolfgang whispered.
The hostess turned back to us, "Dinner starts in thirty minutes but please help yourself to our hors-d'oeuvres and champagne."
He pronounced Champagne in an odd accent which almost made me laugh again but I pulled myself together and smiled politely instead. The woman had been kind to me, so I had to act accordingly, even if Yunho thought I was incapable of pleasantness.
I glanced around, only spotting one familiar couple, that I assumed must be part of the Hwang Geum Byul or I wouldn't have recognized them, but apart from that, we were blissfully surrounded by strangers, who didn't call me slut under their breaths or looked down their noses at me. This was a straight-up social event that normal people, well normal rich people attended.
I relaxed.
'Maybe this wouldn't be too bad.'
"Come. Let's fill up on Champagne, we'll need the buzz to carry us through the boredom," Wolfgang said as he leaned into my ears.
Yunho shot him a scowl, Wolfgang merely smirked and led me toward an unoccupied bar table. I grabbed a glass and took a deep gulp. That was the one good thing about living in our world, nobody gave a damn if I was of legal age to drink. The bubbles prickled delightfully on my tongue, it had been a long time since I'd had good Champagne, the last time was at Soohyuk's wedding.
Wolfgang took a glass and slowly turned to look at me then smirked.
"What?" I asked, checking my suit for any stains.
"Well, dear husband... You look... Hmm.. sophisticated."
"I'm not," I said quickly and was about to take another gulp of Champagne but stopped with the rim against my lips. With a glare, I set it down, "Wolfgang, shut up."
"Are you angry or is that a blush, husband? I only wanted to compliment you as I don't get to see you in such sophisticated suits."
He was right, I was blushing but I also felt frustration, it brought me back to my earlier problem.
'Why was I becoming more like a trophy husband every day?'
I downed the rest of my Champagne in one large gulp, making Wolfgang laugh, I couldn't help but do too. It felt good to laugh with him, even better to see mirth vanish some of the darkness in his eyes.
The hostess, Miriam, called for everyone to settle around the tables to be served dinner and we were asked to sit next to her with other important guests. Unfortunately, Soohyuk had to sit across from each other, so I couldn't even talk to him in case I got bored.
I have been wedged between Wolfgang and someone I didn't know, Miriam, as well as the others around us were more interested in Soohyuk anyway, probably because he was Yunho's husband and knew how to do proper small talk.
Luckily the first course was served almost immediately and straight away you'll notice the aesthetics of the meal, a dragonfly-shaped dish whose wing is made of dried kimchi and tail made of potato puree draws particular attention.
Out of nowhere, I felt Wolfgang's hand on my knee. I shot him a look but he looked immersed in a conversation with Yunho and the host. I took another bite but stopped mid-chew when his hand began its slow ascend toward my crotch. I had to suppress a shiver and a whimper at the sensations his light touch sent straight to my cock, I clenched my legs together and tried to focus on the conversation Soohyuk was having with the others.
The corners of Wolfgang's lips twitched in reaction, that wasn't the end of it, his fingers lazily slipped between my thighs despite my attempts to lock him in, his fingertips hovered over to the centre of and lightly stroked. I reached for a glass and took a deep gulp of the wine, trying to refocus on the task of eating.
"What do you think, Kyungjoon? Would you be interested?" asked the hostess, Miriam. Her eyebrows were raised but due to all the Botox, the rest of her face was static, and her expression resembled one of mild boredom.
My eyes darted to Soohyuk's, hoping he'd help me out. I had no clue what Miriam was talking about but Wolfgang's fingers had distracted me completely.
"I know you love modern art and it's not easy to come by a private tour through the National Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art. I'm sure Wolfgang can spare you for a few hours," Soohyuk said with a meaningful look.
I could have kissed him, he always saved the day, "Yes, I'd love to –"
Before I could finish my sentence, Wolfgang's nimble fingers had unzipped me, gently nudging them apart before finding my silk panties wet with precum and my cock started to throb and ache. He did it all as he was still talking to Yunho and the other men as if nothing of interest was going on under the table.
Soohyuk and the other consorts were watching me expectantly, I cleared my throat and kicked Wolfgang's leg before I said, "I'd love to take you up on that offer."
'Could I sound any more sophisticated? Trophy husband all the way.'
Wolfgang's finger travelled up my cock shaft until it reached my cock slit where he started to draw small circles. I pressed my lips together to stop a moan from slipping out. Thankfully, Miriam went on another monologue about a trip to some Jamaican island and I was back to pretending to listen. Only Soohyuk gave me the occasional odd glance as if he thought I might not be feeling well.
If only he knew.
The waiters entered the room without the main course, but I hardly cared. Without even intending to, I parted my legs a bit more, giving Wolfgang more space to explore. His fingers slipped up and down, teasing me before they returned to my throbbing head. I clutched my wine glass stem, it wouldn't have surprised me if I'd broken it in two from my tight grip.
After a few pretentious bites of whatever it was, I put my fork down, I was hungry for only one thing. My breathing was shallow, Wolfgang kept up the slow, torturous rhythm, driving me closer and closer towards a frenzied release.
I should have pushed his hand away, should have stopped this heated madness before this turned into the most embarrassing night of my life, but the need had taken over and banished any hint of reason.
Wolfgang's index finger started to rub my cock head and I barely managed to keep in my whimper, I was getting so close.
'Could I even be silent? God, this was the most delicious torture.'
But I was too far gone to care, Wolfgang still wasn't looking at me, he was completely focused on the conversation, or at least he pretended to be.
I hated him for his acting talent, he brought me closer and closer, taking his time. Wolfgang's skilled fingers became the centre of my undivided focus until suddenly, without a warning he pulled them away.
Shocked, I stared at him, only to realize that the waiters had returned with dessert.
Wolfgang gave me a knowing smirk, I wanted to rip his clothes off and have my way with him, bring him to the brink, only to deny him release. Wolfgang dipped a finger into the mousse, the finger he'd used to rub me, and slid it into his mouth, licking it clean.
"Hm. Delicious."
'Fuck.'
My body was humming with desire, at that moment I wanted to push Wolfgang's face down into the stupid mousse. He picked up his dessert spoon and calmly started eating while Soohyuk gave me a questioning look when I didn't move.
I grabbed my spoon a bit too tightly and tasted the dessert, it was a chocolate mousse. It was delicious, light, creamy and very chocolatey, but now all it did was remind me of Wolfgang's fingers and what they had done mere moments before.
'Two could play this game.'
Once I was done with my dessert, I slipped my hand under the table and reached between Wolfgang's legs. I found him already hard and that knowledge made me ache even more. I considered stroking myself instead of teasing Wolfgang but scratched out the idea. If I wanted to win this game, I needed to play. My fingers closed around Wolfgang's erection. He sucked in a quiet breath before his eyes met mine, one corner of his mouth lifting. I palmed him through the fabric of his pants, feeling him grow even harder and bigger.
Unfortunately, my own body responded too. Wolfgang turned his head to an older guy across from him who'd asked him a question and I used the moment to find his tip and start rubbing as I worked the head of his cock. I could see from the flexing of his jaw that Wolfgang wasn't unaffected, the thought made me smile.
Soohyuk leaned across the table toward me, I hoped he wouldn't notice anything, "What's the matter with you? You're acting strange," he whispered.
I shook my head and mouthed later, as my hand never stopped their work under the table. I hoped Wolfgang was getting close, it was hard to tell. He'd angled his face away from me and was conducting a coherent conversation with the old man. I squeezed a bit tighter around his girth, getting annoyed, and finally got another, small reaction.
Wolfgang tensed briefly but then visibly forced himself to relax.
I could have screamed in frustration.
I was about to squeeze again, even harder when his hand found mine under the table and pulled it away. I would have clung to his erection if I hadn't been worried about injuring him.
Even if I'd never admitted it to anyone, I loved Wolfgang's cock, particularly the things he could do with it.
I chanced a look at Wolfgang and met his gaze. There was hunger in there and also something else, something that made me want to go running for the hills because I had a feeling I knew what it was and I was pretty sure I was starting to feel the same.
I wrenched my hand away from his hold, discreetly zipped up, pushed my chair back and straightened. With a small smile at the other guests, I said, "Excuse me," Without another look at Wolfgang, I headed straight toward where I hoped to find the restrooms.
It took all my self-control not to run down the long corridor branching off from the main area of the penthouse. When I entered the restroom, I released a harsh breath. My cheeks were flushed, but not so much that anyone would suspect anything. That was what I hoped at least as I gripped the edge of the washbasin and squeezed my eyes shut.
My heart was slamming against my ribcage and suddenly someone gripped my hips. My eyes shot open, I stared into the mirror, my husband, Wolfgang towered over me, his heated gaze practically burning with want. He pressed his hardened cock against my butt, "You left too soon," His hand slipped under my dress pants while his other hand started to unbutton and pulled down my zipper.
"What are you doing?" I hissed with a glance toward the door, "Wolfgang, what if someone comes in?"
"Who gives a fuck? Let them get the show of their lives. It's probably been years since those bitches got to see a cock."
He tore my panties away and shoved them down his pants pockets then thrust two fingers into me, I jutted my butt out, giving him better access. My body seemed to be acting on its own accord even when my brain was screaming at me to push Wolfgang away.
"Wolfgang," I gasped, "Lock the stupid door."
He moved his fingers in and out in a deliciously slow rhythm, and my hips moved against him, forcing his fingers deeper into me.
"Do you want me to stop so I can lock the fucking door?"
Wolfgang licked the side of my neck, passing over his mark up to my ear, then met my lustful gaze in the mirror - I shivered. He slammed his fingers into me again, hitting my prostate, as I clenched his fingers deep inside of me. His eyes turning red, seemed to bore into me, trying to reveal my deepest, darkest secrets.
My heart started to beat loudly, I knew I'd be doomed if I didn't stop this madness soon.
Sex, that I could deal with but these moments of silent understanding, these long looks full of possession and too much obsession, they were starting to chip away at the walls I'd taken years to build.
Wolfgang cupped my ass, kneading and parting it away for better access. He started to pinch my nipple over my shirt in an almost painful way that made me grow even wetter. I closed my eyes to avoid his eyes and soaked in the sensations as he thrust his fingers into me over and over again. I bit down on my lip to keep the sounds in.
Wolfgang's lips clamped down on my pulse point, over his mark, sucking the skin into his mouth, "Look at me," Wolfgang ordered, and my eyes flew open, meeting him. I arched, pushing my butt against his hand with all my might as my toe-curling orgasm jolted through me, "Yes, like that, Kyungjoon. Fuck, you are so fucking wet and hot."
Slumping over backwards on Wolfgang's chest with a shuddering breath, enjoying the last waves of pleasure while Wolfgang slowed his fingers in a slow rhythm. He started to grab my pants down as I heard him unbuckle his pants, raising both my legs together on his left forearm, lifting me effortlessly and wrapping his arm tightly around and rubbing his tip over my opening and he slipped in inch by delicious inch.
I tried to jut my butt out, needing to feel him more but he didn't let me, he noticed and decided to slow down, even more, edging into me.
"Fuck me," I whispered harshly.
He reached up and tilted my head to the side before claiming it with his mouth, his tongue taking possession of me. He had finally sheathed himself, completely bottoming in me and after a moment of stillness, he started slamming into me. My hands grabbed the edge of his shoulders.
Wolfgang drove my body against him as his cock thrust into me, deep and hard.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Wolfgang rasped and I moaned in response, it felt better than anything ever had.
Everything about this, us, felt too good.
'God, what was happening?'
I tried to shut my brain off and only focus on the way Wolfgang's thick cock filled me up, he would remove himself almost completely to drive me insane only to slam back into me. I dug my fingers further onto his shoulder as I clung to it. The sound of his moans spurred me on, even more, Wolfgang's hands moved down, clasping my cock. I threw my head back, gasping and whimpering as I tumbled over the edge again with Wolfgang roaring his release close behind.
He kissed my shoulder blade, "I'm fucking glad that you are mine."
A moment before we both slumped forward, our heated gazes met in the mirror again.
And then I knew why I'd hardly considered running in the last couple of weeks - it terrified me like nothing ever had.
I quickly looked away, trying to catch my breath, to calm my pounding heart and pulse.
I stiffened and would have pulled away if I wasn't wrapped around Wolfgang's arms, he slowly pulled out of me and we straightened our clothes and cleaned up, I couldn't meet his gaze.
I'm not embarrassed by what we'd done, that ship had already sailed.
I was confused and terrified by what I'd seen with my own eyes.
~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~🐺🐰~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~
Wolfgang
During sex, there were moments when I was certain Kyungjoon was falling for me, but then always came the time afterwards, I wasn't sure if I'd imagined it.
In the past, I'd always had someone crushing on me even when I never gave them a reason to, but Kyungjoon was a difficult nut to crack, and sometimes I caught myself wondering if maybe he'd never fall for me and was only fucking me to get on my good side.
Kyungjoon was clever, he was trying to wrap me around his finger with sex so I'd grant him more freedom and try to run away again.
I looked at my husband as he put a few strands of his bangs away that had fallen out during our violent quickie, he was frowning at his reflection and pretending I wasn't there.
When we left the bathroom, he still ignored me. Then he stopped suddenly. "We can't enter together. Everyone will know what we did."
I shrugged, I didn't give a fuck. Kyungjoon was my husband and I'd fuck him whenever I felt like it, "We've been gone for a while, they're probably suspecting already."
"Great," Kyungjoon muttered but then he squared his shoulders and headed back to the tables with the other guests without another glance in my direction.
'So we were back to playing games?'
~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~
That night I woke to an empty bed, I jumped to my feet and searched the room for any sign of Kyungjoon, but he wasn't there.
'How could he have run?'
I didn't bother putting on pants, grabbing my gun holster on the way out of our bedroom I stormed out and into the living room. I had to call Yunho and tell him he'd be furious. He hadn't been happy when I'd removed Kyungjoon's ankle monitor.
My eyes made out a figure in an armchair close to the window.
Kyungjoon.
I relaxed and discarded my gun holster on a side table by the sofa before I crossed the room toward him. He must have pushed the armchair closer to the window so he could look out. His legs pressed up against his chest and his face rested on his knees, he was fast asleep. But even in sleep, brows drew together.
I wasn't sure as he looked as if he'd cried, I stopped beside him, staring down at his sleeping form. He must have moved very quietly for me not to hear him, I was a light sleeper, and he even managed to put on pyjamas.
'Had he tried to crack the code and escape?'
My gaze darted to the elevator console, the alarm would have alerted me to any attempts, yet the suspicion remained.
I hated that I didn't trust him.
It wasn't as if I was used to trusting people, except for my brother, Yunho, but I wanted to trust my husband.
It is difficult to develop trust in my husband when he doesn't even have the chance to prove himself.
If I gave him more freedom and he wouldn't try to run then I could start trusting him, but I had a feeling I'd never see him again if I did.
I didn't want to lose him, even if that was what was best for him.
I was too selfish and possessive.
My eyes returned to his face, looking at the dried tear trailing his cheeks and the sadness that seemed to be edged into it. I slipped my hands under his body and lifted him into my arms. He didn't wake as I carried him back into our bedroom, back where I wanted him and where he belonged, but it is where he didn't want to be.
I put him down on the bed but I didn't lie down next to him, I was too angry at myself for my wimpy thoughts.
'What did it matter if Kyungjoon wanted to be my husband? What did it matter if he'd rather return to Prague and find some other idiot like Wolf?'
Kyungjoon is mine and I wasn't a good guy.
I didn't give a damn about other people's feelings. I felt on the edge like I needed to hit something to get a grip.
With a growl, I grabbed my gym clothes, and my keys and left the apartment.
I punched the code into the elevator panel and rode it down into the parking garage. I mounted my motorcycle, shot out of the garage and raced through the city toward our gym. Apart from a guard, it was deserted, which was a pity. I would have loved to spar with someone, instead of a fucking dummy.
I didn't bother with boxing gloves, I wanted to feel every hit, facing the dummy, I started pummeling it, alternating between kicks and punches.
I was still at it when the gym started filling up with familiar faces.
Nobody disturbed me.
Apart from a short nod, they stayed the fuck away from me.
They all knew what was good for them.
"Trying to kill a poor dummy?" came Yunho's lazy drawl.
I landed another hard kick against the head before I turned around to my brother. He wasn't wearing gym clothes, "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you."
"Why?"
"Because you weren't there when I came to pick you up at your apartment this morning."
"You went into my apartment while I wasn't there, brother?"
Yunho rolled his eyes, "Sheesh, this kid. I didn't touch your husband and I left Soohyuk and Demian with him."
I nodded, trying to calm the fuck down.
I was still on edge and I wasn't even sure why.
"Take a shower and get dressed. You look like you need a drink," Yunho said in his alpha voice.
I didn't protest, I felt like a truck had run me over.
I must have been in the gym for hours, it was already light outside.
Yunho and I went to one of our dance clubs, except for the cleaning ladies, it was still deserted. I grabbed a whiskey bottle from the shelf, and Yunho and I settled at the bar.
In most social circles it was probably considered too early for alcohol, luckily we didn't have to obey those stupid rules.
Yunho and I emptied our glasses then he fixed me with his big brother stare, "So.. mind telling me what's going on? Are you already growing tired of your obnoxious husband?"
I downed another glass of whiskey, waiting for the familiar burning to turn into a warmth that spread in my chest, "Why do you ask?"
Yunho cocked an eyebrow, "Maybe because you prefer spending the night in a sweaty gym than in bed with your young husband."
"I couldn't sleep."
"And you couldn't come up with something more entertaining to do than kickboxing a dummy?"
"You're starting to grate on my nerves," I said.
Yunho ignored my warning tone, "To be honest I'm surprised you lasted this long with him. If I spend more than ten minutes in a room with Kyungjoon, I'd rather seal my ears with hot wax."
"I'm not tired of him. I like Kyungjoon's obnoxious personality, he spices things up. Life would be boring if he were like the other trophies."
Yunho narrowed his eyes, "Soohyuk isn't a trophy husband."
Of course, he was allowed to get angry when I even remotely insulted Soohyuk but he could talk shit about Kyungjoon all the time.
"I didn't say anything about Soohyuk. But I prefer mine…"
"Annoying and foulmouthed," Yunho finished for me before he took the whiskey bottle out of my hand, "Then what's the problem? Why are you sulking like a whiny bitch?"
I was waiting for one of my usual clever comebacks to pop into my mind, but I drew a fucking blank.
'That was serious bullshit.'
"I'm starting to think that Kyungjoon might always hate me. I thought it was his way to be interesting and a challenge, a sort of game at the end of which he'd come to his fucking senses and fall for me like all the others I've pursued before him. But... I'm pretty sure Kyungjoon is a challenge I'm losing. He won't come around. I think he hates this life a bit more every fucking day."
Yunho scanned my face, "This is bothering you."
He said it as if that was the biggest fucking surprise of his life, as if I was a fucking robot that wasn't capable of emotions, "That coming from you," I said with a smirk, "Before Soohyuk, I wasn't even sure you were capable of liking anyone, least of all a man."
"You make it sound like it's a sin to be with my husband. It's not that I didn't like sex, they were just not something I considered useful outside of the bedroom."
I shook my head, "How the hell did you get Soohyuk to love you? It's like the fucking eighth wonder of the world. Are there any new drugs you're not telling me about?"
"You're wasted, Wolfgang."
"I'm not. If you'd stop hogging the fucking whiskey, I might get the chance to be in a couple of hours," I ripped the bottle from his hand and took a swig, "Kyungjoon is like a tiger in the fucking zoo, caged in. It's fucking depressing to watch him look for a way to escape captivity."
"Did he try to run again?"
"How could he? I'm keeping him on a tight leash."
"You're not thinking about letting him go, are you?"
I didn't think I could, I didn't want to.
I was selfish and that wouldn't change any time soon.
I still wanted Kyungjoon.
I wanted his gorgeous body in my bed every night and my cock in his tight ass.
I wanted everything from him, most of all the things he was refusing to give me.
"Would you let me?"
"No. The family is already displeased as it is. You'd look even weaker if you'd let him run away again. I don't need the additional trouble, not to mention the fucking Hwang Geum Byul would probably declare fucking war on us if we managed to lose Kyungjoon again. His father is being a real pain in the ass." He gave me an irritated look which was meant to intimidate the rest of the world but was useless on me as he fucking well knew. He just looked like a bored cat, "You won't let him get away. You're stuck with him until the bitter end and he's with you. I don't care if he's fucking unhappy and if he hates you. Kyungjoon has to deal."
"Wow, you're full of sunshine and rainbows today, aren't cha?"
I knew he was right, it wasn't like I'd tell Kyungjoon he could go but somehow his words managed to piss me off anyway.
"You realize the only thing stopping Kyungjoon from slitting my throat at night is that he can't seem to stand seeing blood. Do you know how reassuring it is to fall asleep beside someone who's probably fantasizing to see you dead so he can be free?"
Kyungjoon never said it in so many words but sometimes I thought I saw it in his eyes.
Or maybe I was so fucking messed up that I was always thinking the worst of others.
"I hope you're joking," Yunho said dryly.
"Who knows?" I emptied the whiskey bottle. I could feel the first treacherous signs of a nice buzz. I smirked, "Sometimes he'd try to kill me with his eyes."
"Then you shouldn't sleep in a room with him. He might get over his fear of blood at some point."
"Nah. Not anytime soon. My husband isn't the violent type, not really."
"I wouldn't count on that. Kyungjoon can be unhinged."
"You weren't worried about sleeping beside Soohyuk when he still despised you so why should I?"
"You can't compare Soohyuk to Kyungjoon, they're like two different species and I trust Soohyuk. He caught a fucking bullet for me."
"Must be nice," I muttered, "Kyungjoon would probably applaud my shooter."