There’s a new aphrodisiac on the black market, one that makes you glow and leaves nothing behind but a residual trace of glitter. But when glittered corpses start turning up in the district, Detective Do Kyungsoo is forced to investigate their best suspects – the pair that runs the seedy underground brothel in the nastier part of town – Byun Baekhyun and Kim Jongdae.
The first time Baekhyun meets the boss, he had no idea that that’s who he is.
The first time Baekhyun meets the boss, he had no idea that that’s who he is. All he knows is that he was ushered along dim corridors, past ornate varnished doors, and the next thing he realises, he’s in front of a man at a large wooden desk, quietly typing. Except, oh, there’s another guy behind him – under him, actually, the first guy’s seated on his lap – and the guy behind has hair cropped short, face impassive. He looks tough, difficult. Baekhyun takes in their appearances – the one behind, thick brows, plump lips; the one in front, high cheekbones, curled lips, shirt slipping off his shoulder – and makes an assumption.
“Mr. Chen?”
The guy behind raises a brow.
“Drop the Mister. No one uses that here.”
Oh. Uh... “Yes sir. I mean, yes… Chen?”
He’s not supposed to sound unsure; had gone through training specifically for that, but Baekhyun hadn’t really expected…this, whatever this is, when he’d signed up. The guy behind – Chen? – shifts, causing the one in front to make a little muffled groan and oh. Fuck. Baekhyun should have known he might run into the boss and his… pleasurer or cockwarmer or whatever the boy toy in front is at some point, but he hadn’t known he’ll run into it this soon.
“If I’m… interrupting, I can come back later,” Baekhyun quickly offers, only to be dismissed by the boy toy with a wave. He blinks, looks between Chen and the boy toy still typing, wonders if he’s supposed to accept that order. Chen doesn’t say anything, so Baekhyun supposes he’s to remain in place. Except, ten minutes later, the boy toy stands up – Baekhyun ignores the slick plop of dick slipping out – and he grins, a wide, curled-up cat-got-the-cream grin.
“Thank you for waiting. I had to finish that. I’m Chen.”
The guy behind stays where he is in the chair, makes no moves to hide his bare lower body now that boy toy – no, Chen, fuck fuck fuckity fuck – has gotten up, and Baekhyun tries not to notice the fact that thick eyebrows is half hard, skin glistening with lube and who knows what else. Baekhyun’s pointedly looking at anywhere but either of them, but still he hears the guy – not Chen – say in a surprisingly husky voice –
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