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With a bored gaze, Seokjin looked around the room.
Conventions weren't his thing but nessesary to keep him in the public eye. And there were many eyes glued to him right now. Eyes and cameras.
That little fact didn't stir him much though. He sat up straighter but his face stayed the same. No clear emotion. He knew they loved him. Knew it didn't matter if he smiled or frowned. They ate him up, his visuals to die for.
Dark hair gleaming in the spotlights, skin bright and clear, silver dangling from his ears, lips full and tinted with a hint of red. Yes. He was perfect and he knew it. They all did.
"Seokjin! Seokjin over here please!"
Reporters called for him from all angles, female voices high pitched and annoying, but what caught his attention was a deeper voice, male, easily heard over the others. It made him turn his head in the direction it came from, yet he couldn't spot the man that had called for him. Strange.
But flashes of cameras happily blinded him as his face grew colder yet again.
He wanted to get out of here.
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"Seokjin, please, let me take care of you, I know you must be stressed about the new role but you will do great, you always do."
His manager tried to squeeze his shoulders as he sat down in the dressing room, facing the mirror and admiring his appearing.
He had always appreciated his manager because she was reliable, hard working. Knew his limits. But for some reason she had ignored it tonight.
With clammy fingers, to Seokjins' annoyance, she half massaged his shoulders and it made him feel - well.. annoyed. Even though she didn't touch skin, hands only touching his shirt, it felt terrible. How dare she touch him.
He met her gaze in the reflection of the mirror, feeling her instantly tense up and pull her hands off of him.
"I would appreciate it if you never did that again, unless you want to look for a different job," he spoke harshly, turning the woman into a red and apologetic mess.
And she kept on apologizing until he got up and pulled on a jacket, leaving her behind in the dressing room.
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He knew that being blessed with his looks was a good thing. But the attention people gave him for it both amused and annoyed him. He was too good for them, couldn't fathom the idea of anyone being good enough to get close to him, let alone touch him. He didn't need that. He was happy just being by himself.
And it was a good thing that the expensive night lounge he frequented wasn't filled with the type of people that would know him for his dramas on tv. They would watch him enter, wearing his finest outfits, ordering the most expensive drinks that usually didn't come from a menu, and that was it.
They minded their own business. And he liked it, no. He loved it.
Knew that they knew he was above them. Stayed away from him because they knew they didn't have a chance.
Unlike those crazed fangirls and jealous men out there. They would always try. Try and sweettalk him. Try and seduce him.
As if his standards would ever be that low. As if he was just like them.
He smirked to himself as he sat down at the bar, eyes closed a little at the thought of it all.
Untouchable.
He sat there for just over an hour, sipping his expensive drinks, his phone in hand as he scrolled through some of the reviews of todays' convention. His face, stoic in every photo he passed, smiling at himself. He looked exceptionally good today, white shirt, black jacket with jewelled sleeves. The silver dangling from his ear bringing attention to his long neck. He knew he dressed to impress.
And he did impress. A man sat down on the stool next to him, eyes forward and focussed on the reflection in the mirror behind the bar, Seokjins' reflection. Their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments before the bartender had walked over and awaited the mans' order.
But it didn't take long for him to disappear again and Seokjin sneaked another glance at the dark haired man in the mirror, realizing said man still gazed back at him, making him scrape his throat and turn his attention back to his drink.
The drink arrived and Seokjin found it hard not to pay attention to the person next to him. No one ever sat beside him, not with this much free space available in the lounge. No one usually came alone either, just him. Maybe the strangers' companions had yet to arrive, that must have been the reason.
He took a slow sip of his drink, swirling it around a few times as he grew bored with the evening a little. The drinks always helped him settle for the night, but tonight there was no live music and the speakers instead played low-fi, chilled out songs that had a lulling effect on him, in combination with the high percentage alcohol he was consuming.
But he was snapped out of his daze, fingers grazing his knee, pulling his attention back instanty.
Fingers belonging to the man beside him.
Fingers he'd happily break if he had to, to get him to stop touching him.
First, their eyes met in the mirror in front of them, then, Seokjin turned to face the stranger, eyes cold and brows showing clear irritation.
"I would take your hand off of my leg if I were you," he spoke calmly, voice steady but tone hostile.
The strangers' eyes met Seokjins', dark brown orbs locking with his own as a grin appeared on pink lips.
"Do you even know who I am -" Seokjin continued, eyes flitting from the hand on his leg, back to the gaze that was still on him.
The dark haired, brown eyed man didn't lift his hand but instead slid his fingers along Seokjins' leather clad upper leg, still smiling softly, only stopped by the older mans' hand wrapping around his wrist.
"Yes, actually.."
Seokjin almost snorted at that. He took another slow sip of his expensive drink.
"I don't think you do, otherwise you'd know I don't let people touch me. These clothes are worth more than.. let me guess.. your yearly wage.."
The man just smirked at him in response, making Seokjin feel slightly.. uneasy?
"I know you own plenty of expensive outfits. I know you couldn't care less about them, replacing them daily. You never seem to wear the same outfit twice. I know that much.."
Seokjin swallowed. The man was right. He would never be caught wearing the same outfit twice, in the public eye anyway. But who paid attention to that?
"- I also know that after social appearances, you always end up here, drinking, before heading back to your expensive appartment, by yourself. Always by yourself."
A strange, nervous feeling sank into Seokjins' body at that.
A stalker? Another obsessive fan?
He couldn't show that he felt affected by it so he put on his finest unbothered face.
"Impressive. I'm sure there's many tabloid journalists that could tell me the same. But they wouldn't dare touch me, unlike you."
He still held the mans' wrist in his grip, tight enough to be uncomfortable, yet the other man didn't seem to care.
"Unlike everyone else -" the man leaned in and spoke softly, tone low and serious, "- I don't care how expensive your clothes are. Doesn't stop me from wanting to touch them, touch you.. Wanna see how expensive you look after I tear them from your body and fuck you stupid.."
Seokjin almost choked on air, not sure whether to laugh or allow that sentence to stir something inside him, dark and hungry.
He hadn't felt anything like this for a long time. His pulse quickened, legs grew heavy as they rested underneath his barstool, fingers loosening in his distracted state.
The younger man pried his wrist out of delicate fingers and dared to tease the black, smooth material of Seokjins' trousers once more, receiving an almost inaudible gasp from the actor.
Seokjin could only sit there, eyes darkened as he looked at the younger man, not sure why he was allowing this stranger, stalker, touch him, again. How much did he have to drink? He surely didn't feel drunk.
"I don't interact with stalkers, I leave that to my security -" Seokjin dared to utter, feeling less confident as fingers slid up his leg, reaching his thigh, making him shudder.
"I'm not a stalker," the stranger replied and it made Seokjin huff out half a laugh, though a little strained.
"That's what stalkers say."
The younger man pulled his hand away, not even bothered in the slightest at the accusation.
"The more you talk, the more I want to shut you up. And I can think of a few ways to do just that." He sounded confident.
Seokjin shut his mouth. His cock twitched.
Shit.
The dark haired man grinned at the resulting effect he seemed to have on Seokjin.
He might have looked expensive, acted expensive, but underneath all those unnessesary layers there was a man, made of flesh and blood. And he craved that image most of all.
"Well -" Seokjin seemed to have snapped out of his little trance, eyeing the stranger a little suspiciously now. "- that was certainly interesting. But off you go now, because this, you and me, it's not happening."
The other man made no move to leave.
"I'm not joking around, mr..?"
The strangers' hand reached inside his dark jeans, pulling out a businesscard for the older man.
Jeon Jeongguk
Photographer - Director
Seokjin stared at the little letters a bit longer than needed, wondering if people with serious jobs could still be stalkers. His studio and office address were on the back of the card, and Seokjin took a mental note of it, realizing it wasn't too far away from where he lived.
"So, Jeongguk, don't you have friends you can go and keep company? I'm not sure what you're trying here but the fun's over."
Jeongguk shook his head.
"My fun hasn't started yet, although sitting here with someone who claims the worldwide handsome title should be satisfying enough -"
For a moment he seemed to remember his drink, picking it up and taking a big gulp before placing it back down on the bar, eyes refocussed on Seokjin.
"- but I intend to follow up on my words. See with my own eyes how handsome you are as you come undone."
This time Seokjin shivered visibly.
How bold was this Jeongguk? Who had the audacity to seduce and touch a stranger like that, in a public space no less. It turned him on, cock straining uncomfortably against the leather now.
No one would ever try this hard. Get him this hard.
"And where would that ever happen, your cheap flat? As if I would go there.."
Jeongguk smirked now, letting his tongue peek out for a second, wetting his lower lip before speaking again.
"A cheap flat will make the perfect background for your fucked out look. The contrast will be great, I can see it now.."
The more Jeongguk suggested, the harder it became for Seokjin to sit as if it wasn't affecting him, as if it wasn't draining all the blood from his body only to be directed towards the one place that all of a sudden begged for attention.
"You sound as if you're wanting to take photos of me -"
"Deffinitely -"
Jeongguk was done being patient.
"- want to ruin you."
Seokjin couldn't speak anymore, mouth dry as he brought his glass back to his lips, trying to think of anything but Jeongguk wanting to -
"I will ruin you, -" he leaned in closer still, "- will have you, stupidly perfect and fucked out, on your knees for me, before the night is over."
The older man coughed, quickly bringing his hand to his lips.
His cock was painfully hard at this point. Jeongguk could easily see if he would let his eyes wander down a little, but the younger man didn't seem to stray from Seokjins' eyes, not for a moment.
"You deny people a touch, but I'll take what I want from you. And you'll let me, won't you? Just like you did moments ago.."
With a mouth feeling like the desert, Seokjin tried scraping his throat again with little success.
"It will be in the magazines, they'll find out," Seokjin tried, not sure if he even cared at this point but feeling the need to put up what little resistance he had left inside him.
"So? Does that mean you're coming with me?"
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Seokjin was right as he shivered unvoluntarily.
The flat was just above being an actual dump. Bare, brick walls, some cheap furniture, a few large plants dotted around the small room. It was hardly more than a studio.
He would never visit a place like this in his right mind. But his cock was still straining, although a little less now after a cold walk back to Jeongguks' place.
"God, I shouldn't be here, really.." Seokjin huffed out, arms folded and a face that showed distaste.
Jeongguk paid little attention to the complaining older man, turning on a few lights here and there, before throwing his jacket over an abandoned chair next to the door.
"What did I tell you about the talking -" he reminded Seokjin and walked over to the beautiful actor with quick strides.
"Well I knew I was right. You call this your place?" He looked around again, pointedly not looking at Jeongguk, taking in more details of the space they were currently in.
At least the plants were alive, and there weren't any clothes lying around on the floor..
yet
He swallowed hard before finally, finally meeting the younger mans' eyes.
"I would offer you another drink but as you've had a few already I think it's enough for tonight. Want you to be sober for me.."
All Jeongguks' words just kept floating through his mind, torturing him, still unsure why he had actually followed the young director back to his shitty place.
But his cock twitched again. Ah yes. The reason why -
"It seems you are able to listen, finally shut you up this time," Jeongguk only half teased and Seokjin was about to complain but soft, pink lips met his own before words could come out.
Jeongguk kissed softly, not at all what Seokjin had expected, almost feeling disappointed, but when sharp teeth dug into his bottom lip he winced a little, trying to get away but the other man had grabbed his face and kept him still. Jeongguk only stopped tugging on that plush bottom lip after Seokjin let out a whimpered moan, tongue soothing it before bringing back those gentle kisses he had started out with. And Seokjin appreciated the softness more now than he did only seconds ago, lip still throbbing from the assault.
When Jeongguk pulled away he gazed at Seokjin, the actors' face flushed a little with ears turned a dark pink, but of course it wasn't enough. Not by far.
Without hesitation he grabbed Seokjins' jacket and pulled it off his shoulders, down his arms, dropping it to the floorboards without a care.
With even less care he slid his fingers across the front of the actors' dress-shirt, grabbing at it and pulling, hard, making buttons pop and fly across the dimmed room, the noise of it scattering breaking the silence, along with the gasp Seokjin hadn't been able to surpress.
"What the fuck, did I not tell you how much they are fucking worth?!" he half shouted as he held Jeongguks' wrists in his hands, squeezing them underneath his fingers.
"Don't worry, you can keep it on, -" he spoke, lips only inches away from Seokjins' own, breath fanning against plush pink skin, "- will look so beautiful in it as I fuck you."
It made Seokjin whimper, feeling less angry, harder than he had been all night.
"But these -" Jeongguk continued as he slid his fingers through Seokjins' beltloops, "- will definitely need to come off. Now."
The young director took a step back and watched Seokjin expectantly. It made the older man uncomfortable. Yet his cock twitched again.
"You better get on with it, unless you want to leave my shitty flat without clothes in the morning.."
Seokjin eyes widened a little at that. First of all, he seemed to have forgotten he would actually be here until that time.. and second.. Well fuck. His shirt was ruined already. He'd have to go out there in just a jacket. The media was going to let him have it tomorrow.
He groaned at the thought, forgetting that someone was still staring at him.
Jeongguk showed no mercy as he stepped back into Seokjins' space, pulling at the buttons of his trousers with such force, there was no way of saving them from their fate. And he didn't stop there. The ripping sound that followed made Seokjin wince.
The leather trousers were a lost cause.
With growing shame, Seokjin tried to hold up the pieces of it that started hanging from his hips, even if it was ripped all the way past the crotch area.
"Much better, don't you think?" Jeongguk taunted, watching the older man all embarressed before him. "Now be good and take it off, there's no point holding it up, is there?"
Jeongguks' tone made Seokjin stand up a little straighter. Just because his clothes were ruined, didn't mean he wasn't still the same man he had been mere hours ago.
"You ruined my clothes. Don't think you won't be paying for replacements -"
The little defiance made Jeongguk laugh.
"You look better without them, but sure, if that's what it takes for you to shut up and do as you're told. I'll make sure to replace them."
No matter how much Seokjin wanted to act cold, uncaring, his body had different plans, cock creating a tent past the torn leather of the trousers that hung sadly around his fingers.
So he let go, pulling the black fabric down his toned legs and off, throwing it where his jacket lay, abandoned.
"Happy now?" Seokjin grumbled, shivering again as the cold air hit his bare legs.
"Not quite -"
Jeongguk closed the space between them, grabbing Seokjin by the hair harshly, forcing him down to his knees.
"- but I will be.. Open it for me -" he spoke, voice a little strained as he felt Seokjin trying to undo the grasp on his hair, his free fingers pulling on his jeans a little, making sure the older man knew what he wanted.
With involuntary tears stinging behind closed eyelids, Seokjin reached out with trembling fingers, undoing the buttons of Jeongguks jeans, pulling on them just slightly as they sagged down his hips. The briefs he was wearing underneath came down along with it, just a little, but the v-line that appeared had Seokjins' eyes glued. Taut stomach, only showing the smallest bit, veins that ran down past hipbones, dark hair that was scattered from bellybutton down to where his briefs were still hiding him..
Seokjin was hard. Too hard. He could feel precome starting to leak and he hated his body for being so weak. So willing.
"Like what you see?" the amused voice above him asked, no longer strained as Seokjin seemed to have stopped his struggle against Jeongguks' grip.
"Fuck you," he managed to reply, but it earned him a slap, harsh fingers against his cheek.
Jeongguk shook his head, eyes dark, lips still turned upwards a little.
"I'll be doing the fucking, and I certainly won't tolerate such filth coming from that angelic face of yours."
Seokjin felt shame, mixed with hot arousal, face still stinging from the impact.
Leaving the older man sitting there with his thoughts for a moment, Jeongguk used his hands to pull up his tee a little, noticing dark eyes sneaking back up to watch, while also pulling down his jeans and briefs ever so slightly. Plush lips opened to let out a gasp, almost silent. But Jeongguk heard it, watched Seokjin wet his lips without realizing, fingers flexing at the sight before him.
"Gonna look so good with your plush lips around my cock, want you to suck me real good ok?"
It wasn't so much as a question, but Seokjin pulled the jeans and briefs off, all the way down broad, tanned legs, making Jeongguks erection spring free, right before his eyes.
"- so you do like what you see," he laughed a little, Seokjin too absorbed in the nudity in front of him.
Before the younger man could say any more, Seokjin leaned in and wrapped his lips around Jeongguks' head, tongue prodding at where the precome was oozing a little.
"Shit."
Hearing Jeongguk, finally sounding as affected as he was, it made Seokjin twitch again, fingers now coming up to wrap around the base of Jeongguks shaft as he slid his cock deeper into his mouth.
"Fuck, so good. Yes -"
Not wanting to lose control, Jeongguk threaded his fingers through Seokjins' dark locks, setting up a rythm that he would have to follow. And Seokjin let him.
He let him fuck his mouth, deep, thick cock sliding across his tongue, hitting his throat as he gagged but couldn't pull away.
And Jeongguk made sure to keep it up, ramming his cock further down Seokjins' throat with each thrust. Relished in the noises that Seokjin struggled to let out.
It wasn't until fat tears kept rolling down pale, perfect cheeks that he stopped, slowing his movements, until eventually, letting his cock slip from those darkened lips, admiring the way the string of saliva pulled, stretched and then broke, leaking down Seokjins' chin.
"So filthy, it's fucking perfect. You look -"
He couldn't find the right words as he watched Seokjin take deep breaths, still on his knees, panting, chest heaving, broad shoulders with torn fabric still hanging from them. A sight to behold.
"- I'm gonna fuck you real good. Make you forget your name and beg for me to let you come.."
Almost carefully, he held out his hand for Seokjin to take, helping him to stand up before dragging him along to the bed. It wasn't big, nor very inviting, but Seokjin couldn't dwell on those things as Jeongguk nudged him forward, knees hitting the mattress before his hands followed to break his fall.
"No need for these," Jeongguk purred close to Seokjins' ear as he pulled the actors' briefs down pale legs, Seokjin squirming underneath those bold fingers.
As much as he wanted to cower away from the younger mans' gaze, it was impossible. And he was aching, cock hard and begging for attention. Wouldn't Jeongguk eventually give him what he wanted?
As he silently prayed for release, Jeongguk let his hand swoop through the air before hitting the older man, palm colliding with soft ass cheek.
Seokjin whimpered. Loudly.
He was ready to call it quits.
But then soft, careful fingers pried him apart and the tongue that followed had him whimpering again, in pleasure this time.
The warm wetness of Jeongguks' tongue against his rim had him crying out, moaning and whimpering as if he couldn't live on. He felt it might be true.
The younger man didn't let go, soft cheeks in his grip as he lapped against the twitching hole in front of him, pink and inviting, begging for him to have a taste. The noises that came along with his ministrations made his cock twitch, still hard, still needy.
But he took his time. Loved prodding his tongue into the older man just a little, teasing him for more reactions, lewd noises spilling from his lips, voice growing hoarse slowly but steadily with each moan growing louder.
"Do you want more, expensive boy?" he half cooed, half teased, Seokjin only groaning in response.
Jeongguk then spat on Seokjins' ass, making sure Seokjin knew he wouldn't treat him like some precious thing. He was filthy, needy and pliable under Jeongguks' hands and the younger man would keep it that way.
Without warning he pressed his index finger to the puffy rim and pushed in, ever so slightly, relishing in the cry Seokjin let out. And he pushed further, deeper, the man in front of him shuddering, whimpering more as he pulled back and pushed back in.
"Such a sensitive, expensive boy, -" Jeongguk praised, "- so good for me."
He added a second finger quickly, and before long, a third, loving the way Seokjin seemed to move his body into the slow thrusts of Jeongguks' fingers, loving the way the cries kept on coming, mixed in with moans and gasps as he hit the mans' prostate on ocassion.
But Seokjin felt defeated. Deliciously so. Painfully so.
"P-please.." he whimpered softly, begging.
Jeongguk couldn't believe his ears, hadn't even put too much effort into denying the other man anything, yet.
"Please, Jeongguk.. please.."
It sounded too beautiful, too perfect. That angelic voice, the rasp that came with it after moaning for so long. He found it hard to believe this man was actually begging for him..
"What did you say, expensive boy? Care to repeat it for me?"
He knew it was mean, the older man clearly on some sort of brink, but he loved it so much.
"Please Jeongguk, please I need something, I need m-more, need you -"
So easy. So perfect.
"I'll give you what you want, ok baby? I'll give it to you nice and hard.."
And he did. He slicked up his cock with more spit, rubbing it against the twitching hole and pushed in, hardly waiting for the older man to adjust, driving in deeper, burrying himself to the hilt.
It was as if all the air had been punched out of Seokjins' lungs, gasping, sobbing.
Jeongguk moved his hips back and drove back in, hard, fast.
Every time he pulled out, Seokjin would cry out his name, gasping as he thrusted back in, deeper every time, as if he actually could get deeper with every snap of his hips.
"Jeongguk.. A-ah ah-"
Seokjins' voice spurred him on, hands grabbing onto the beautiful, tiny waist in front of him as he pulled the man back onto him, hips slamming against ass, doing anything to keep those sweet noises coming, anything to hear that voice call out for him.
"Expensive boys -" he panted, "- they don't act like this, do they."
Seokjin could only beg for more, rocking his hips, meeting Jeongguk halfway in every thrust.
"N-no," Seokjin stammered as the younger man grabbed his hair again, pulling his head up for some sort of leverage.
"You are -"
"- you're right. They don't."
Jeongguk found it hard to breathe, his thrust slowing but instead pushing deeper, rolling his hips and hitting the other mans' prostate again, high pitched moans coming from swollen lips more steadily.
"Jeongguk.. I- I'm gonna come.. I want to come, please, p-please.."
His cock twitched in response, making the older man shiver and rock back hard, Jeongguks' fingers digging into pale hips harshly.
"Ok, expensive boy, you can come," he groaned, fucking into Seokjin as he quickly wrapped one of his hands around the older mans' neglected cock, pumping with a tight fist. And it only took seconds before come seeped down Jeongguks' fist, warm and sticky, some of it having landed on his sheets instead.
Without care he pushed the older man down against his bed, knowing full well that his chest would land on top of the come stained sheets. But it didn't matter. It all added to the perfect picture. That and -
He fucked into Seokjin until he could feel his cock twitch one final time, come filling that abused hole perfectly.
Seokjin panted. Jeongguk breathed harshly, loudly, as he removed his cock from the whimpering, fucked out man beneath him.
That was the picture.
Seokjins' flushed face, resting one cheek against the dirty sheets, hair disheveled. Body heaving with ripped up shirt clinging to it for dear life, ass still slightly up in the air, shaking legs trying to hold themselves up. And Jeongguks' come, leaking from that pink, swollen hole.
It was perfect. He got up on aching, shaky legs, sauntering over to where he kept his camera, picking it up and turning it on. He wanted to keep this image forever.
Worldwide handsome, completely out of it on his dirty bedsheets, maybe even more handsome like this.
It didn't take long for him to take several good shots, the sound of Seokjins' harsh breathing and the clicks of the camera being the only noises in the room.
Stunning shots.
He looked more like a worldwide whore.
He would keep these shots for himself, for his pleasure. He admired them on the little display screen before turning the camera back off, placing it on the bed next to Seokjins' heaving body, turning his attention back to the real display in front of him.
His eyes lingered on the shaky frame, ass still raised a little, come still spilling slowly.
Without thinking more of it he leaned in again and dragged his tongue across the trail of come, all the way up towards the sensitive hole that made Seokjin whimper and shy away now.
But that was ok. He had been good.
Instead, Jeongguk planted himself next to Seokjin, stretching slowly to recover his aching muscles, all the while getting closer to the actor next to him. Said man had turned onto his back, face covered in a small frown, pouty lips claiming attention.
"There's come everywhere.." he whimpered, quieting down as Jeongguk pressed his lips against Seokjins' softly, opening up almost instantly to brush their tongues together. But it didn't last long, to Seokjins' dismay.
"There's a little something there.." Jeongguk teased as he brought his thumb up to swipe at the actors' lip.
Seokjin groaned, not wanting to think of Jeongguk lapping at his ass any longer. His body felt broken, heavy limbs sore with excersion.
"Let me,"
Jeongguk took in the older mans' handsome face right then. It would really be photo-worthy.. Tired with a hint of bliss still covering those perfect features, glowing with a dash of red on those cheeks.
Lips met again softly, Seokjins' eyes closed as his body slumped on the bed fully.
"Thank you," Jeongguk whispered, "for letting me see a part of the real you. I always wondered how beautiful you truly were, underneath all that.." He slid his fingers along the ruined fabrics.
Seokjin was right to love himself so dearly. He was perfect.
Said man groaned again.
"If those photos leak, you'll be dead.."
It made Jeongguk laugh a little.
"I promise to keep them safe, if you agree I can take more in the future.."