Lee Jinki

The past is never over, the doors are never fully closed

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In Brighter Days | LJK x SJK

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Joongki had expected some teasing back, not a comment on the time. He liked these little moments, with their foreheads against each other, still close enough for another kiss if either of them wanted it. But if Jinki is saying it’s late, then he’s right. They both have work in the morning, and he needs to head home.

So it was more than a little surprising for Jinki to ask him to stay. To press a kiss to his neck, to say he wanted him here. And it was—very nice to hear that he was wanted. Between that and the kiss, a spark of desire, of possibility, ran beneath his skin.

Joongki ought to be responsible. He didn’t have any clothes for tomorrow, and someone would notice if he showed up wearing them in the morning. He wasn’t even sure, yet, if Jinki was offering something more than just a place to sleep.

But Jinki’s breath was warm against his neck, his lips brushing his skin, and Joongki—

Wanted to be just a tiny bit irresponsible. Wanted to take a risk. Wanted to find out if he was right about what Jinki was implying.

(God, he hoped so. He really fucking hoped so.)

He reached up with one hand to thread his fingers through Jinki’s hair and down the back of his neck. His fingertips were slow and gentle. Joongki turned his voice teasing, wanting to give Jinki the space to back out gracefully, just in case. “Mmmm, I suppose your couch is big enough for me to crash on.”

Every fibre in his body longed for the other. Spending some time together a couple of days in the week, going on a date once or twice was not enough anymore. Jinki didn't just want Joongki to stay. He needed him to.

“You're not sleeping on the couch,” he said as he smashed their lips together in a heated kiss.

Their lips had been nothing but filled with love and admiration, but this was different. This was passion... lust... need. He crawled on his hyung's lap, pinning him on the couch. His arms locked around Joongki's neck while the elder's fingers ran in Jinki's  hair, pulling at the dark strands now and then. Jinki moaned at a rather strong pull, which gave the other full access to deepen the kiss. Joongki's hands roamed from the younger's hair to his neck, down his back to finally settle on his waist. A shiver of excitement ran down Jinki's spine.

It seemed hours passed before they pull apart, lips red and swollen, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. With barely enough strength in his legs to support his weight, Jinki got up and took his hyung by his wrist, leading him to the room where they would spend their first night together.

Jinki thought about this moment for many times, even did some research. He was sure he'd be nervous, but he was more confident than he'd ever been. Because it was his hyung, it felt good. It felt right.

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“Yet, that doesn’t mean they won’t,” she points out, tone sharp and laced with harsh reality of the cruel world. They say ignorance is bliss, but sometimes it may just be the kiss of death. Maybe the younger her would have been happier not knowing anything, but that would have resulted in a suffering life full of nothing but lies.

“Even without me there would be plenty of others wanting to make use of you. How long has your father been in the SPD? How many enemies do you think he has made all these years? You are your father’s son, his blood runs in you. There is never going to be peace in your life if I’d say so.” Unless he fakes death and live on with a new identity, cutting ties with everything of past that are his parents and friends. Even then that isn’t failproof.

“Your father might be able to protect you, but can your father protect your friends and loved ones?” She asks nonchalantly, tapping her fingers on her knee and trying to gauge his reactions.

“You… have a boyfriend, don’t you.” It was a statement, not a question. One which she had to keep her emotions in check as not to reveal too much. Thank god for the mask she has over her face or he would be able to see traces of disgruntlement and straight up annoyance on her.

Fear was consuming him. The thought of his friends and family getting hurt because of him was almost unbearable. If he could do anything to keep them safe, he would do it without second thought. But leaving this life behind was not an option. Running away was not an option. This was already his second chance in life. He was not going to throw it all away again, just for another couple of years before the lies would catch up with him and his loved ones. The fact that he was sitting here, locked up in this room, showed that he couldn't deny the blood that run through his veins. Changing his name, taking a new identity... no matter how hard they tried there was always a trace that would be left behind.

His superiors had told him more than once to control his emotions and expressions when assisting in court. His acting abilities had been questioned multiple times by both friends and colleagues. It was hard but manageable as a bystander in court, but when he was personally involved, caught in the middle of it there was no chance he could control his emotions nor his behaviour.

“Hyung...”

His heart raced against his chest. His hands trembled. His lip quivered. A single tear ran down his cheek. Even when he would try to lie, the woman would see right through it.

“Don't hurt him,” he said, his voice weak and broken. “He has nothing to do with this. He doesn't even know my real name. He has no clue about my past. Don't hurt him... please.”

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The kisses were—nice, more than just nice, if Joongki were being honest. Made even nicer by how Jinki was wrapped around him, warming his rain-chilled skin. But the thing that made his heartbeat do an odd little hitch was the in sickness and health line that Jinki said so casually. Joongki could spot the opening to tease Jinki, to push too far, to take those teasing words too seriously, and he let the opportunity pass by. It was easier to close his eyes and not ruin the moment by—

A sudden ripping sound tore him away from the Jinki’s lips against his shoulder, and suddenly Jinki was rushing out of the bathroom and calling his cat’s name. Joongki bit his lip to keep from laughing. It wasn’t the first time Jinki’s pet had interrupted something pleasant, but it was, perhaps, one of the more entertaining ones. He followed Jinki at a slower pace and caught the shirt he tossed his way.

“Agreed on both points. It’s probably for the best,” Joongki said as he pulled the shirt on over his head. It was a snugger fit than he usually preferred, but men caught in the rain couldn’t be choosers. “I am definitely a brat when I am sick. I don’t want to drive you away.”

Joongki helped Jinki relocate their fried chicken and beer (just two each, since it was a work night) to the coffee table so they could sprawl out side by side while they ate, their shoulders and hips and thighs lightly pressed against each other. (Their fingers twined together once they were finished with the food.) It was a familiar, comforting routine, and they flipped through shows on the television until they ended up on some lawyer drama. Joongki thought it was all right, but what really made it entertaining was the look Jinki would give the screen right before launching into an explanation about how the law doesn’t work that way.

It was cute. Endearing. Watching Jinki’s eyes light up, the way his nose scrunched in annoyance, and the grudging acknowledgments he gave when the show got it right. He ended up watching more of Jinki’s face than the screen and thought it an excellent trade. Once the ending credits popped up on screen, Joongki interrupted Jinki’s nitpicking of discovery and evidence with a long, slow kiss. “You’re cute when you’re fired up about something,” he murmured.

Jinki didn't feel hungry because of the butterflies filling his stomach, but the chicken still tasted as good as it always does. To no one's surprise, he kept eating until his belly was full and his brain was screaming to stop. He sighed loudly as he finished the last wing, which was lovingly given to him by his boyfriend.

Once he cleaned his hands (and entire face), he cuddled up to his fingers while he focused on the show they decided to watch. Although lawyer dramas never truly represented the real life at the attorney’s office, Jinki usually liked this kind of shows. However, this episode was incredibly badly written, as none of the writers had taken the time to do a little research. It seriously got on his nerves.

The show ended, but Jinki's comments of frustration did not until his lips were sealed with a long, slow kiss. The kiss made him forget what he wanted to say. He leaned down, his foreheaded resting against the other's once they broke the kiss.

“It's too late to go home,” Jinki said after noticing the small, white digits in the top corner of the TV.

It wasn't unusual for Joongki to stay this late on one of their in-house dates, but he never stayed for the night. He usually went back home to be sure to raise no suspicions with his stepfather and other high-ranked department chiefs.

“Why don't you stay here for tonight?” Jinki kissed Joongki's neck, hoping this act would convince the other to stay instead of leave. “I want you here with me.”

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“Fuck,” Jinki groaned when he heard the click of the door lock that announced the kidnapper’s arrival. He quickly wiped his angry tears with the hem of his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed like he always did when the other entered the room.

He feared the reason for the man’s visit as he was almost certain it was not dinner time yet (or he must have seriously lost track of time being so lost in thought). The man, hiding behind the usual cap, mask and sunglasses, did indeed not carry a plate when he entered but instead carried a couple of novels.

“Harry Potter?” Jinki asked astonished.

What on earth was this man handing him these books for? It was surely not pure for entertainment. He was a hostage, not a guest who needed extra pleasantries in exchange for good reviews.

“Why are you suddenly being kind to me?” Jinki wondered aloud. “Did something happen? Did my father respond?”

There was a flicker of hope that sparked in his chest, but the young man killed it before anyone else would.

With just a look he stopped the boy from reaching out to the books. (He ignored his comment about kindness – the word hadn’t set well with him for ages now, and it certainly didn’t now. Was this kindness? It didn’t belong to be painted on a man like him, just another lie, just another skewed vision, another soul twisted.)

“When I give you something, I expect a thank you, sir and nothing more.” Frankly, he’d already given the kid too much autonomy, and it was starting to be grating. A few moments of silence passed before the boy relented and said a quiet thank you. He shoved the books closer to him, leaning agains the door again and crossing his arms.

“All right, I’ll humor you.”

He shook his head, deciding now that the question was out he might as well answer it just this one.

“Your father hasn’t responded. I’m giving him a little more time to think it over,” he gave the boy a faux sympathetic smile, laced with sharpness. “You know how he is.”

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It was not out of rebellion or disobedience that he didn’t thank him for the books. He was simply too shocked. This wasn’t a normal situation, to be handed presents and pleasantries as a hostage. It was normal to be suspicious wasn’t it? 

He muttered a hushed thank you after a moment of silence, afraid of the consequences if he didn’t. Although the man and his partner treated him quite well, it was more than obvious that both of them could snap if only the slightest thing did not go as planned. 

“Don’t have too high expectations of him,” Jinki said, silently agreeing with his kidnapper. 

His father proved more than once how faithful he was to the police and the entire justice system. His career meant the world to him. Even when his family was in danger now (and years ago), he would still refuse to give up. Protecting the city was more important than protecting his family, no matter what he would say to deny it. They were strong enough to protect themselves, his father once said, the city wasn’t. 

Here he was, proving his father wrong again. He wasn’t strong enough to escape the bad guys. He was too naive, believing the ties with his father had been cut after all these years, but a blood tie can never been cut. 

He’d lie if he say he didn’t need his father now. He was the only one who could save him from this room, this prison. The man who had abandoned him years ago. The man who sent him to the other side of the country just because it was the easiest way out, was the man whom he needed the most now. 

“Let me call him again,” Jinki said. “Let me talk to him one more time.”

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At first, Jaebum thinks he’s going to get away scot-free. Maybe if Jinki wasn’t in a talking mood, and to be honest, who would be in a talking mood when kidnapped, then he’d get away without speaking at all. But his hopes go flying down the drain when Jinki finishes eating and starts trying to start a conversation. 

He stiffens at the mention of family and friends. A muscle works in his jaw as the other’s words force his mind to think of Jinki’s family and friends. It’s not a secret that his old roommate was friends with his sister. He’s heard novels worth of stuff about Jinki from Yoohyeon anyways. It’s the thought of Yoohyeon knowing about his involvement in this kidnapping, and the thought that his sister might get dragged into it because she simply cares too much, that makes him speak, somewhat unconsciously. 

“I can arrange for fried chicken to be delivered. I can’t do anything about your friends, though. Sorry.” The words sort of just slip out while Jaebum’s mind is otherwise occupied. He wishes he hadn’t replied, hadn’t agreed to this conversation. But the words were out. There wasn’t much he could do about that. All he can do is hope that Jinki doesn’t recognize his voice.

With the mask and all it’s hard to guess how his words are received by the other. There’s a minute of silence as if the masked man is carefully deliberating how to react to Jinki’s emotional outcry.

Of course, the masked man can’t help him with his home sickness and his longing for his friends, family and lover. The only thing that can solve that is his release, but the mysterious man’s only going to do that when ordered to. Jinki wonders who’s the real one giving orders in this entire situation. Is it the muscular man on top of the hierarchical pyramid or is there someone else giving orders from the shadows? Probably the latter since bosses never do the dirty jobs themselves. They always have people like the muscle man and the man behind the mask to do those for them.

“You’d do that?” Jinki asks, not able to hide the surprise in his voice.

He can’t believe kidnapper would do such a nice thing to a hostage, to comply with a hostage’s wishes so easily.

“It feels like I just got an upgrade to business class,” he jokes happily. “tteokbokki, fried chicken… this is much better than the plain rice from before.”

It’s not like the others treated him badly. He was never tortured nor pained in any physical way. They gave him food on a regular basis and never starved him. But there’s no discussion tteokbokki and fried chicken taste better than plain rice and water.

“I like you, mystery man.”

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For the last fifteen minutes as she waited patiently for him to finish his noodles, she watched him in silence, the slight scrunch of brows never leaving her face once. Not because the lad had a horrible eating habit, but because she was contemplating ways to approach him with the topic without letting out too much information. He can’t and mustn’t know her connection with Joongki.

She looked at him for a minute or two, not answering immediately on purpose.

“Noona is fine, if you really need to address me.” In the world of gang she is known as ‘Ace’, but even letting him know that could be risky due to his father’s position in the police force. And she doesn’t felt like it to come up with a random nickname on the spot. Why is this kid so troublesome to the point of asking her for her nickname though? She doesn’t know whether to label him as daring or just plain foolish.

“Have you ever consider that because of your father, as much as you deny it, people close to you are undeniably going to be put in danger as well?” She points out, speaking indifferently even though her words sound like she’s threatening him.

The words cut through his heart like a sharp knife. Years he tried to deny it, but it was the truth that rolled from her lips. He lived the lie for so long, he no longer thought about what he was lying for. Never being faced with the danger himself, he never believed his father’s stories. To him, it was all just a simple trick from his old man to get rid of the family that was corrupting his career.

Perhaps he was too invested in the situation, lived it too long, tried to escape it too many times to be a proper judge of it. She was a bystander whose judgements might be more correct than his. He was his father’s son, no matter how much he tried to deny it, and his father was a man with many enemies, no matter how much good he pretended to do.

“I never wanted to put them in danger,” he breathed out.

Horrible images of his loved ones being hurt and tortured flooded his mind. His mother bound to a chair. His friends being questioned. Joongki covered in blood and bruises. All because they were involved with him.

“I might be interesting to you because of my father’s position, but those people are innocent,” his voice broke. “Please don’t hurt them.”

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Jaebum bit at the inside of his cheek as he watched Jinki take a bite of the snack they used to have together. Those times seemed like lifetimes ago. And it only hammered home the unfairness of this all. Jinki had done nothing wrong, and even if it was to get to the deputy chief, that could’ve been done another way. He didn’t even see a proper reason behind uprooting the deputy chief. It was a stupid power play, and it wasn’t as though Salvatore couldn’t get access to the SPD’s information. It was just a move to acquire more power, which was leaning a little too much towards corruption for Jaebum’s liking. 

Jinki’s next words brought him out of contemplation, and he blinked. He had no idea where Jongkook was, and he also had very little information about who else Jongkook had employed to watch over his friend. Not that he wanted to know; he had distanced himself from this whole situation for a reason. 

He didn’t have anything to share, so he just shrugged. He didn’t quite want to speak up yet, not eager to reveal to Jinki who he was, not wanting to hit the other with a sense of betrayal. He walked over to the kitchen as a means of delaying further questions, and poured a glass of water, one that he deposited on the table in front of his friend. 

Jinki ate in silence, without a single response from the other. Even the questions asked by the hostage were answered by simple shrugs and silent answers. He didn’t expect a long, elaborate reply but at least a word would have been nice. But he had no demands to set. This was not a normal conversation between friends of acquaintances. He was kidnapped. He was a hostage and this masked man in front of him was his kidnapper.

“Doesn’t matter,” Jinki said, pretending to be careless although he remained curious about the absence of the muscular man and his female partner.

It was only understandable the man wished to keep his identity as secret as possible, including his voice. A voice could be so unique to a person you could not mistake it for someone else’s, like his mother’s encouraging voice, his hyung’s sweet voice or Yoohyeon’s enthusiastic voice. The memories of those cherished voices played and replayed in his head. If only he could hear them again.

“I know you don’t care, but I miss my family and friends,” Jinki admitted, stirring the leftover tteokbokki sauce. “I used to like the silence at home after a busy day at work, but it’s too quiet here. I long for a call from my mother to secretly check up on me or a message from my best friend to see if we could have fried chicken together.”

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Now that he knew to watch, it was so easy to catch Jinki staring. It took a great deal of effort not to let his smile stretch into a smirk as the color rose in Jinki’s cheeks—because it was one thing to tease and another to make fun of him, and that was a line that Joongki never wanted to approach.

Joongki didn’t expect for Jinki to be bold enough to ask that question, but he didn’t mind that he didn’t wait for an answer, either. It was a nice, sudden surprise, to have Jinki come up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist. They’d held each other before, but always with both of them clothed, and it was different to have Jinki pressed up behind him, to feel his bare forearms over the skin of his sides and stomach, to feel Jinki’s warm cheek pressed against his shoulder. A good different, one that sent sparks of potential across his skin.

Joongki straightened up from the mirror and leaned back, just a little, into Jinki’s embrace. He couldn’t see Jinki’s face from their positions, but he imagined he could hear Jinki smiling based on his words and his voice. He placed one hand over Jinki’s right wrist, brushing his thumb along the skin there, and he smiled down at the spare shirt that Jinki still had clenched in one of his hands. “I think I’d be willing to risk catching a cold for you. You’d have to be willing to nurse me back to health, though.”

Jinki snuggled his head in the nook between his hyung’s neck and shoulder. He breathed in the soft perfume as he closed his eyes to enjoy the embrace even more. His arms tingled where their skin touched. It felt so intimate even though Jinki was still completely dressed. The hug was not a simple hug. It was filled with love, passion and desire.

“I will always be here for you,” Jinki replied, pressing a kiss on the bare skin on his hyung’s neck. “In sickness and in health.”

He continued to shower the elder’s shoulder with butterfly kisses until a loud rip of plastic disrupted their romantic moment. Joongki’s eyes doubled their size, but Jinki was all too familiar with the sound. He quickly broke the hug and hurried out of the bathroom.

“BLU!” he threw the spare shirt he was still holding at the cat to shoo her away from the kitchen counter.

Although she knew very well she was not allowed to jump on the furniture, the delicious smell of the fried chicken had been too tempting to ignore. She had made it as far as the inner package while her owner was busy with something else, but then her paw got stuck.

“I think we better finish this before it gets cold or before the cat gets another try at it,” Jinki said apologetically when Joongki reappeared from the bathroom, still looking quite surprised from the sudden shouting. He was clearly not used to having pets and their sudden changes in behaviour.

“On second thought, I would prefer to have a healthy hyung at my side,” Jinki said as he threw the shirt that was lying on the counter top, where it had successfully scared the cat (which was now hiding behind the sofa) at his hyung. “No coughs or runny noses.” 

A (naughty) part of him hoped the other would deny his request and stay naked, but he truly did not wish for the other to get sick. Their lives were already complicated and busy enough without extra bacteria to be bothered with. Meeting up would even be harder if one was sick in bed.  

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[…]

Days passed and much like both he and the kid had predicted, there was not the slightest move of Sukjin to accept the demands they made of him. Instead, from the reports that Jongkook kept a strict eye on, he seemed to be going through all of the motions he shouldn’t: visit the kid’s place, go back to work – no doubt setting up some sort of investigation despite being told not to. Jongkook had debated reminding him of just who held the power and how smart it was to try defy him, but had ultimately decided that he’d let the man go on his useless hunt. He doubted he’d come close to finding their location anyway, and if he did, he had a few contingency plans ready. Mostly, he knew what the man was like, and as much as he’d like to rub in just how powerless he was, Sukjin had never responded well to that. Salvatore would still rather have him quietly resign, so Jongkook’s knuckles remained free of blood – for now.

Instead, after a few days of letting the kid fester in panic on his own, he entered the room again, face obscured by large sunglassses, a mask and a cap, three books under his arms. 

He carefully locked the door behind him, leaning against it and threw the books neatly in the space between them. Jihyo brought him the first three books of the Harry Potter series – that was something kids Hyunwoo’s age would read, right? It bothered him only slightly he had actually spared a second to care.

“You behave, and I’ll see if I can get you the next in the series.”

Days he sat on the bed with nothing to do but think. He stared at the white wall in front of him and wondered about everything in his life, from the past couple of days to the very first day of his life as Lee Jinki and far beyond.

Danger was a word used by many, but Jinki never believed he would be faced with it so directly. Simply because of his name people were said to hunt him down, to thirst for his blood. He thought it was crazy although many cases had proven people could be so rotten to the core they would do the dirtiest things to get revenge. He had seen the kindest people get abused for peanuts or betray their loved ones to save their own lives, and yet Jinki never thought it would happen to him. His father, his mother, officer Hyosung… they all told him about the dangers that were lurking around the corner, but as long as he didn’t turn that corner it always seemed just a lie to make him behave, a simple fantasy so he never crossed the line.

Until now.

Hyunwoo became Jinki because his father had told him to do so and his mother had begged him to obey. He would love nothing more than to disobey his father, but had followed through out of respect for his mother. Even after all the pain his father had caused them, she still believed the man whose blood ran into his veins and who was he to deny his mother’s faith. The love and respect for his mother was bigger than the hatred for his father. She was the only reason he left his life and dreams, and started a new one at the other side of the country. Never had there been any sign that the man he detested most was telling the truth. Never had there been any sign of danger.

Until now.

His fists were clenched on the bedclothes. His knuckles were drained from all colour. His whole body shook. Who was he angry with? Himself or his father?

“Fuck,” Jinki groaned when he heard the click of the door lock that announced the kidnapper’s arrival. He quickly wiped his angry tears with the hem of his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed like he always did when the other entered the room.

He feared the reason for the man’s visit as he was almost certain it was not dinner time yet (or he must have seriously lost track of time being so lost in thought). The man, hiding behind the usual cap, mask and sunglasses, did indeed not carry a plate when he entered but instead carried a couple of novels.

“Harry Potter?” Jinki asked astonished.

What on earth was this man handing him these books for? It was surely not pure for entertainment. He was a hostage, not a guest who needed extra pleasantries in exchange for good reviews.

“Why are you suddenly being kind to me?” Jinki wondered aloud. “Did something happen? Did my father respond?”

There was a flicker of hope that sparked in his chest, but the young man killed it before anyone else would.

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Joongki slipped out of his shoes, put on the guest slippers, and handed off the box of fried chicken to Jinki, whose voice faded a little behind him as he made a beeline for the bathroom. His hair and suit jacket had fared the worst, though the dampness at the hem of his slacks was also unpleasant. Joongki took off his jacket and slung it over a towel rod to dry. His tie came off next. “If you’ve got a spare t-shirt, I’ll take it,” Joongki said as started unbuttoning his dress shirt. It was a little wet around the collar, but maybe by the time he left it would be completely dry.

He had just shrugged out of his shirt and was about to start toweling off his hair when he heard Jinki tripping over his tongue at the doorway. Joongki glanced over reflexively, just in time to catch the start of color in Jinki’s cheeks before he hurried away. Had—Had Jinki been staring? Or had he just been embarrassed to walk in on him like that?

A part of Joongki hoped it was the former, especially after the kiss Jinki had greeted him with. He bit back a smile as he toweled off his hair, but he waited until Jinki came back, t-shirt in hand, to start running his fingers through his hair.

“Thanks,” Joongki said, but he made no move to take the shirt from Jinki. Instead, he leaned in closer to the mirror while he styled his hair with his fingers. Normally he wouldn’t be this fussy, but this gave him the chance to watch Jinki without looking like he was doing it thanks to the reflection in the mirror. Letting Jinki look at him, if he wanted to. “And no need to apologize. I’m the one who left the door open, and since it’s you…”

He trailed off deliberately and smiled, just a little, at Jinki’s reflection, before he straightened up.

He returned to the bathroom, finding Joongki still standing in front of the mirror half-naked. The elder’s reflection smiled back at him. He thanked him in that soft, silky voice of his, but didn’t make any attempt to accept the shirt Jinki had picked out for him. Instead he just stood there, running his long fingers through his towel dry hair. Was he testing the younger? Was he teasing him?

He had never noticed how muscular his hyung actually was, but now he couldn’t unsee as the man stood in front of him in all half his glory. His eyes trailed down over his hyung’s bare back, which was equally muscled as his front. It was like he had laid eyes upon the most beautiful sculpture on earth, sculpted by the gods themselves. A perfect balance between muscle and slenderness. He gulped loudly and shook his head to focus on the words that rolled from the perfect lips that fit the perfect body he was admiring.

“Am I allowed to take a closer look then?” he blurted out.

He had no idea what bravery suddenly possessed him. The elder’s suggestive teasing sparked something inside him. He just didn’t want to let the other get away with the teasing without testing the other’s boundaries. The shyness was suddenly erased from existence (for a second). With a single step, he boldly closed the distance between him and his hyung. Before the other could turn around, he wrapped his arms around the elder’s waist and laid his head on his shoulder.

“Maybe I shouldn’t give you that shirt,” he grinned, ignoring the redness still burning on his cheeks. “I could get used to this sight. It would give dinner an extra dimension.”

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“Saying that I’m being kind is an overstatement. I merely bought the noodles, just don’t expect it every meal.” she remarks, ignoring the underlying sarcastic tone of his. “At least you’re locked in a decent room with a bed, and not some dark, awful room and having to endure being tortured once in a while.” What more could a hostage like him ask for? Any better they would have to book a hotel room for him to stay already. He isn’t on some kind of vacation for sake.

She watches silently as he finally picked his chopsticks and began eating the noodles, in slight amusement at how he ate as though it’s the most delicious food ever. The plain rice Jongkook gave probably had him craving for food than weren’t bland. She didn’t blame him. She would too she had to ensure such tasteless food. Then again it beat having nothing but only water to sustain.

“Thanks for the tip,” she responded with no emotion, not at all believing his words. He has no information worth it to get out from, and furthermore she wasn’t here for the purpose he was being held captive for, but for Joongki. The person to blame and responsible for this whole thing is his father, he’s just unfortunate to have such a father. As did her. A father she would rather cut off all ties with than to be linked with.

“Finish up your food and we’ll talk.” It’s for his own good, really. In case his appetite gets too ruined or he gets too agitated to finish the noodles. She isn’t sure how much Joongki is worth in his heart and how far he’s willing to sacrifice for him.

The noodles tasted like the most expensive dish in a five star restaurant in comparison to the plain rice he had been served since he was abducted. He enjoyed every bite, letting the noodles melt on his tongue and the sauce mix in his mouth. He wished to eat calmly and peacefully, but her words made him shiver. He worried what the talk would entail.

Did he seriously have some information the kidnappers needed or wanted that he did not even know he treasured? Or did she hope he could help them with a certain aspect of the negotiations? He was sure he would be a disappointment in any case.

Unfortunately, the bowl was not a magical plate that refilled itself and after 10 to 15 minutes Jinki finished the last strings of noodles and the last spoonful of black bean sauce. He cleaned the bowl until it looked like nothing had been served in it in the first place. If it wasn’t inappropriate he would have licked the bowl clean.

“You said you wanted to talk,” Jinki said after shoving the bowl across the table toward the female. “What do you want to talk about? I guess it’s not just small talk since you already know quite a lot about me and I’m sure you won’t tell much about yourself. Do you even have a nickname I can call you? It’s awkward to speak to someone without having a clue how to address them.”  

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Joongki never really categorized Jinki as aggressive—even though he definitely could be—so whenever he pulled him in for a long, perfect kiss, it was a thrill that set his heart racing. He probably shouldn’t have dropped the food, but it was packaged well enough, and even if it wasn’t, he was pretty sure that Jinki would forgive him, considering the way he had his hands in his hair and was pulling on it. Desire sparked through him, ignited by the kiss, and he wanted to do so much more than stand here in the hallway while Jinki’s cat poked around the bag he had dropped. He wanted to slip his fingers past the clothes on Jinki’s hips and push him back toward the couch—

The kiss ended far too soon. Joongki let out a breathless laugh when Jinki confessed to missing him. “Really? I couldn’t tell.” But he was just teasing, and he pressed a kiss to Jinki’s forehead to make sure he knew that. His voice was quieter, gentler, when he continued. “I’ve missed you, too, you know. I’m glad we could meet up.”

He pulled back enough that he could scoop the plastic bag up off the floor and out of the reach of Blu’s curious nose and paws. Joongki took a second to pet the cat’s head before he straightened up. “Would you mind getting dinner set up while I dry off?” He knew where Jinki kept his extra towels, and it would be nice to get as much of the water out of his hair and clothes as he could.

His heart swelled when his hyung admitted he had missed him just as much as he had missed his hyung. It was hard sometimes to be apart when their professional lives got in the way of their dating. The lawyer office was just as unpredictable as Joongki’s stepfather was, and it happened more than once that one or both had to cancel a date because a client or a superior decided to hold another meeting outside business hours. Therefore, spontaneous dates like this were even more enjoyable.

“Do you want some of my clothes?” Jinki asked when Joongki headed to the bathroom to fetch some dry towels. “You’re soaking wet. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Instead of preparing dinner like he was ordered, the younger followed his hyung to the bathroom to get him at least a dry shirt. To his surprise, the elder had already undressed partly and was standing bare-chested in front of the mirror when he entered the bathroom.

“Oh… sorry… I – uh – didn’t – uh – wanna barge in like – uh – this…”

It was proper behaviour to close your eyes and turn around when you ran in on someone undressing, but Jinki stood rooted to the floor. His feet and entire body were frozen to the spot. Only his eyes were able to move as they roamed over the bare chest of his hyung and lingered on every muscle that was subtly defined under the skin.

After what felt like minutes, Jinki finally gained the strength to move his feet and hurried to his bedroom to get a clean shirt for the shirtless man in his bathroom. He took a couple of deep breaths, hoping the redness on his cheeks would reduce before returning to his (half)naked boyfriend.

“Here you go,” he said, this time before entering the bathroom.

(for all that need visuals of half-naked Song Joongki)

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Maybe it was naïve to believe that he could simply walk in, deliver the meal, and then sit in silence with Jinki until Jongkook came back. He had still hoped, but any chance of that was crushed when Jinki spoke up. Stupid. It was stupid to think that Jinki simply wouldn’t notice the door opening and closing. The lock dinged when it opened for god’s sake.

Jongkook hadn’t specified what exactly the rules were, although the unspoken one was ‘Don’t let him go’. And since Jaebum didn’t want to speak up, he walked up to the Jinki and pulled the blindfold off. With the blindfold on, the only way of communicating was by talking, and it wasn’t a bright idea to have Jinki only focus on his voice. Eventually, he would figure out he had heard that voice before. Besides, it was a little more humane. The poor guy was already bound to the chair. Jaebum might as well allow him to see what’s going on.

Once the blindfold was off, Jaebum walked away, thankful for the mask covering up most of his face. He had even taken care to put enough concealer on in order to cover the two moles above his eye. He did not, under any circumstances, want Jinki to find out who he was.

Walking over to the kitchen, he peeled back the bag and put the contents into a big dish. He had also gone to a food stall near the apartment to buy tteokbokki, a common snack, but also one that happened to have been one of their favourites back in university. The thought just made him hate what he was forced to do now.

He walked the dish back into the other room where Jinki was sitting, putting the bowl on the table, and rolling it over to his bound friend. Jaebum pulled at the rope, managing to untie the other. He trusted Jinki not to attempt to escape. It would be rather futile even if he did. Jongkook likely had preparations in the case that happened.

He might have been deprived from his strongest sense, completely surrounded by darkness, but the faint sounds showed it was different from the other two people that have visited him in this room. His footsteps were lighter than the male’s but stronger than the female’s and they were clearly less familiar with the condo, judging from the way they walked back and forth in the room.

Apart from the footsteps, Jinki heard a soft rustle of what he guessed was a plastic bag. A clear smell of spiciness filled his nostrils. He hoped his senses were not betraying him and the mysterious criminal was indeed bringing him food different from the plain rice he was getting from the alpha male.

His suspicions were confirmed when the stranger – a man wearing a mask that almost completely covered his face – pulled off his blindfold. There was no mistake the plastic bag in the corner of the room contained food. It turned out to be spicy rice cakes, a snack Jinki used to eat a lot as a student but somehow stopped craving for after a certain age.

Having refused food for a couple of times to test the kidnappers without any luck (he either caved in quickly or was just left without food for the rest of the day, only negatively affecting himself), he decided not to test this kidnapper when he had food. Without hesitation, Jinki grabbed the toothpick and took a bite from the tteokbokki. The soft rice cake melted in his mouth while the spiciness filled his nostrils.

“Cheese tteokbokki,” Jinki said surprised when he tasted the extra touch of melted cheese. “I haven’t had these in a long time.”

For a split second, the young man freaked out at the possibility this man knew his taste and therefore chose this option instead of the regular spicy rice cake. But that was – even for these criminals who had clearly watched him for a long time – almost impossible. He guessed it was simply coincidence since many people preferred cheese tteokbokki over the regular one.

“Where’re the others?” Jinki asked, halfway through his bowl of rice cakes. “I was getting used to their visits.” 

Of course the other wouldn’t answer, but the young man preferred shooting random questions and hoping to get out at least some response to spending all this time in silence.

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I’m back | OOC

For all who are interested... I’m back from Korea and ready to tell you how my baby is doing in his room, kidnapped and all on his own. 

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OOC | hiatus 5/29-6/16

My dream’s coming true!! After 9 years I’m finally going to Korea for a couple of weeks holiday <3 I’ll return June 14 but with jetlag and stuff I don’t think I’ll be able to get through the AC on June 16. That’s why I’ll be on hiatus until then! See you all in a couple of weeks and please cross your fingers that I get lucky to see my babies in Seoul (SHINee and Dreamcatcher) ^^ --- Charley

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“This is much better,” Joongki said and squeezed Jinki’s fingers. As long as he ignored the two women in their boat up ahead who occasionally glanced back at them, it was much more peaceful, too. He was enjoying this quiet moment in public, where he could pretend he wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he and Jinki were on a date.

He noticed the tunnel when the women up ahead disappeared into it. Their turn came next, and it seemed like the instant their boat crossed into the darkness, Jinki scooted closer so he could rest his head on his shoulder. Joongki bit back a laugh at how immediately affectionate Jinki was. An idea crossed his mind, so he turned his head to kiss Jinki—only for Jinki to meet him halfway.

For a moment, the world fell away. It was a ridiculous moment, a happy coincidence, and it felt right and perfect. The kiss was practically chaste, but it sent a spark of wonder through him—and desire, if he were honest with himself.

The light changed, slowly coming back as they approached the end of the tunnel, and he pulled back from the kiss. Joongki laughed quietly at Jinki’s voice. “That’s a good description of it.” He sat back but laced their fingers together. “I think I can forgive you now for the rollercoaster ride.”

By the time Joongki ran from the parking spot to Jinki’s apartment building, the rain had started. He hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella with him—this was an impromptu date, as they both unexpectedly had a free night. His jacket was only a little damp, but luckily the fried chicken restaurant had put the paper takeaway container in a plastic bag, so the food fared better than he did in the rain. He punched in Jinki’s access code for the building—a recent show of trust from his boyfriend—and made the climb up the flights of stairs to Jinki’s apartment.

Once Joongki got there, he didn’t just let himself in (that seemed like too intimate a border to cross right now), so he rang the doorbell to announce his presence. When the door opened, he grinned at Jinki and proudly raised the bag containing the box of fried chicken for his approval. “Hope you’re hungry.”

It was only a couple of days after their amazing date at the theme park when faith was on their side and both professional plans got cancelled to unforeseen circumstances. In the middle of the week they both find themselves free, late stays at the office to finish a certain case and no obligatory business diners. It was not hard for them to decide how they would spend this sudden free evening and a date was immediately arranged after a simple phone call.

The door bell rung five minutes before seven, the time they had agreed to meet. Hyung was early, like usual. With a smile from ear to ear, Jinki got up and literally sprinted to the door, followed by a curious Blu who was always happy to see visitors.

“Hi there,” Jinki said, his smile never leaving his face.

Although Joongki was soaking wet and his hair was sticking to his face, he still looked more handsome than anyone in the world. His dark eyes twinkled in excitement and his lips were curled in a smile as equally bright as Jinki’s.

“Of course I am,” the younger answered as he pulled his hyung inside by his collar.

As the door slammed shut, Jinki wrapped his arms around Joongki’s neck and pulled him closer until their lips melt in a soft, gentle kiss. Their lips move synchronically. It goes automatically by now, without thinking, without hesitation. It’s desire. It’s instinct.

The fried chicken fell to the ground with a dull thud as Joongki’s hand drifted to his boyfriend’s hip. In response, Jinki moved his hands in his lover’s hair and pulled it softly. The other inhaled sharply at the sudden pull, granting the younger access to his mouth. Their tongues met slowly but sensually.

“I missed you,” Jinki whispered when his lungs begged him to break the kiss for much needed oxygen. “I know it’s only been a few days, but I really missed you.”