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Chapter 1.
"Sir, that online artist that you kept asking me about posted a new piece of art today on his blog. Perhaps you would be interested in checking it out."
Seungho raised his head from the pile of documents laying on his desk and looked at his secretary. With a smirk on his face, he stretched his arm to the black suited man and his tablet, more curious than ever. He could feel the heat rushing through his body as he kept on swiping through the photos of naked men making love to eachother. Seungho knew perfectly well why he loves this art style so much. These drawings makes him aroused all the time, remembering in the first place why sex with a man it's so amazing. These drawings gives him a complete different meaning about life and sex, about pleasure and pain, waking up inside of him a new way of cravings and desires, giving a certain color to this lustful thoughts of his.
"Astonishing, as ever. He never fails to amaze me."
His secretery just nodded, trying to keep his look away, the view from outside the window seemed more interesting than ever at that moment. He never understood his boss hobbies or sexual cravings and could never understand why was he so interested about these drawings. In his vision they seemed like regularly erotic art, actually quite plain, he might say, nothing special. Just a bunch of men pleasuring other men. Gross, disguisting, nothing arousing or pleasurable for the eye.
"Any progress in finding the artist?"
He flinched hearing his boss huskey voice, turning his head to look at him again, but Seungho's attention was still on the screen, slowly smiling.
"Not yet, sir. We found out that he is a college boy at the xx Art University, but we couldn't find his major or at least something leading us that way. But we are positive that we will soon find him."
Seungho stopped from scrolling, letting out a long sigh until he closed the tablet, handing it back to his secretary.
"Alright then. Find him as fast as you can and bring him to me."
The secretery took the tablet and put it back into his suitcase, nodding at his boss words. It was true that they were close to finding the guy, but there were so many students at that university and they can't even be certain that it's a boy. The artist always signs up his work with just two letters. N.K. Completely annonymus, no one knew anything about him, making finding him harder than he thought.
"Will do, sir. About that 3 PM appointment.."
"Cancel it."
Seungho's answer came unexpectedly fast, due the fact that his gaze was back at the pile of documents.
"Call Lee Jihwa and tell him to come to my office asap. I don't care if he is in a meeting or at work, just send him here. And make sure to notice everyone not to disturb me in the next hour."
The secretary swallowed hard, knowing perfectly well his boss's intentions. He tried to explain to him many times that those activities should not be done during work time, but his boss was more stubborn then ever. And he never wanted to cross the line with him, the son of the CEO can be extremely frightening when angry.
"Yes, sir."
"And turn on the music in the lobby. It will get pretty noisy soon."
The smirk on his face almost made the secretary puke, but he quickly swallowed his vomit and nodded again.
"Yes sir. Is that all?"
"Yes. You may leave now."
He quickly bowed and left the office. With a bitter taste in his mouth, he grabbed his phone and dialed Lee Jihwa's number.
Na-kyum didn't hear the first alarm ringing. Or the second one. Nor the third. He did hear tho the sound of the hammer drill coming from his neighbour and, for the first time in his life, he felt grateful that his neighbour decided to turn that devilish machine on this morning. Although he was late for the first class, he muttered non-religious words inside his brain and got up quickly from the bed, dressing up and leaving the house without even brushing his teeth. He couldn't be late for the next class, not in a milion years. It was still unclear for Na-kyum why an Art university would need literature classes, but he quickly enrolled when he found out that his beloved care-taker from the orphanage, Jung In-hun, was the one teaching it. Although no one actually takes that class seriously and most of them chose that course for the extra points, Na-kyum was definetely serious about it. He never missed a class, he did all of his homeworks and paid a lot of attention to the classes. Or....to the teacher, morever, but he was still trying.
Jung In-hun was the only person, besides his sister, who treated Na-kyum like an egal, with kidness, love and respect. He met him back in the days where he was still in the orphanage and he was just merely a teacher and an unpopular poet who was trying to make a living out of it. He took a liking into Na-kyum on their weekly meetings because of his shy and introvert behavior, thinking that he could somehow change the boy. He was the first one to notice his talent on drawing and art and was the only one who encouraged to attend this university. Highschool was very hard for Na-kyum and exactly in the day he turned 18, he was kicked out from the orphanage, so he wanted to give up on highschool aswell. Luckily, his sister, who was kicked out two years earlier than Na-kyum, helped him get into the society and start a new life. She offered him a place to stay in her house where she can barely afford the rent and a warm meal(sometimes). Although after finishing highschool, his sister opposed his decision of going to university because it was too hard to keep Na-kyum there, rent free, for another 4 years. But with Jung In-hun's persuasive power, he convinced Heena to let Na-kyum attend the university after working one year to pay his rent and house taxes.
And there he was. almost 4 years later, rushing through the streets of the poor neighbourhood he was living, overwhelmed by the familiar scent of gas and cigarettes who was definetely affecting his lungs, trying to reach the subway. He was never an athletic boy, his skinny and small body wasn't very helpful for him, but still he pushed people away while running, receveing back words and shoutings that Na-kyum never thought that existed. He could feel the awful taste of dirt and dusk from the ground on his tongue and his second-hand shoes were threatening to break apart by the pebbles if he continues running like that, but he had no choice. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe of that dirt and dusk taste again and kept running faster, until he hit something hard that made him trip and fall on the ground.
"I don't have time for that" he though for himself, opening his eyes to see a pair of lacquered expensive shoes. He raised his head to see the men's ironed pants that were the same color as his jacket and the pure white shirt that was coming out from his pants. His tie was perfectly knotted and he was standing straight, looking down at Na-kyum with a disguisted face.
"Oi, boy. Watch where you're going."
"Ah"
Na-kyum quickly grabbed his bag and got up, bowing at the man in front of him, wondering what such a tidy guy would do in such a shitty neighbourhood.
"I- I'm sorry."
He didn't wait for his reply and quickly passed him, starting his "morning jog" again, clearly able to see the subway sign. He heard an angry shouting behind him, but he decided to ignore it. He got down the stairs, trying to avoid the crowd of people on the subway and a rat that was the size of a cat and saw the train. He stepped up to catch it, bumping again into a lot of people, but he breathed out relieved when he rested his back on the train walls, watching the doors closing. Shutting his eyes while catching his breath again, he could feel the heat rushing through his body and a slight smell of sweat on him. Because he overslept he didn't had the chance to take a shower and he completely forgot to apply deodorant this morning, and running into an oversized hoodie and long jeans on a mid November day when it was clearly way too hot for this time of the year wasn't really a smart decision. He took off his backpack and put it down between his legs, smiling that, at least, he didn't forgot to bring his laptop and tablet today. He worked so hard during summer break on his first year to be able to afford this graphic tablet and this shitty laptop that often freezes, but he was grateful that at least he had these two. It was necessarly for him to take 2 or 3 part time jobs on that summer because he also had to pay the rent and he is happy that he doesn't have to work anymore at the moment. Being an online artist brings him just enough money to pay his rent, fees and to live an almost normal life. It's not a lot of money, but at least people actually pay to see his work of art, even though he signed up anonymous. He is not proud of his work, especially because Jung In-hun told him many times to quit making those vulgar drawings, him being the only one to know about this. He wanted to do it, he wanted to try drawing something else and post it, but it was not as succesful as those erotic drawings. So he is planning on doing it until he finds a proper job in the art major so Jung In-hun would be proud of him.
Pushing back these thoughts of him in the deepest parts of his brain, he took his old and broken phone from his pocket and his headphones. He plugged in the headphones or, whatever, if you could call it that way because only one headset was working, and searched through his phone. Because the phone was so old, the memory of it could afford only 5 songs on it, but that was fine for Na-kyum. He was still wondering how he never got bored of the same old 5 songs that he was listening to all the time, but at least those songs were helping him escape from reality a bit.
He always felt guilty when escaping from reality became too much for him. When he started imagining his proffessor's big hands caressing his cheeks or his rosy lips touching his skin, a jolt of shame overcame his body. But even so, his imagination kept thinking about Jung In-hun biting on his neck or his fingers slowly touching his thigh, sending shivers down his spine. He often thought about how his naked chest would cover Na-kyum's small body, always wondering how that would feel. How his burning skin would comfort Na-kyum's embrace or how his voice would sound while whispering sweet words in his ear. How his manhood would stroke against his while his fingers would reach the deepest spots inside of him. While feeling a blush covering his cheeks, the heat inside his body wasn't caused by the effect of running all the way here anymore. When Na-kyum got on top of Jung In-hun's body and his lips covered his, he could feel himself getting hard. His big hands covering and caressing his back while his tongue was slurping on his, a quiet moan escaped Na-kyum's mouth, echoeing inside his professor's mouth.
"Na-kyum!"
But his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice, making his body startle in confusement and surprise, turning his head only to meet two of his classmates, waving and smiling at him. He felt even more guilty now that he was blushing in front of them with a semi erection in his pants, but he tried to gather himself as quickly as possible.
"What are you doing, going to the literature class?"
Na-kyum nodded and tried to put on a smile, avoiding their gaze.
"Heh? You're all red, are you ok?"
The taller guy came closer to him, placing his hand on his forehead. Na-kyum's eyes opened widely as he was trying to get back from his classmate's touch.
"Do you have a fever?"
He quickly shoke his head in denial, his back hitting the walls again.
"N-no, no. I'm fine, you don't have to w-worry."
The other guy who's name Na-kyum couldn't remember joined them, wrapping his arm around the tall boy's neck.
"Oi, Na-kyum. I hardly see you around anymore. What are you up to?"
Na-kyum bit his lip, thinking of a way to escape this embarassing moment and looked down.
"N-nothing much. Just living, you know."
"Ah, man. That's boring."
"Na-kyum."
The other guy touched his shoulder, making Na-kyum's eyes meet his. With a smile on his face, his classmate grabbed a leaf that was standing on Na-kyum's shoulder and let it fall on the ground.
"Come drink with us after classes ends. Let's have some fun. You rarely hang out with us. Don't be so antisocial, we are really fun. Besides, today is my birthday so it'll be my treat."
Na-kyum looked at the boy's blue eyes surprised and confused. He couldn't understand why any of his classmates would want to hang out with him. He was plain and simple, not too talkative and not interesting at all. But one thing was certain, he definetely missed alcohol. And the pay this month wasn't that much so he couldn't afford to buy his own alcohol, so that was probably a good opportunity for him.
"M-me? Are you sure?"
Both of his classmates laughed while looking at eachother, soon after returning they gaze on him.
"Yes, you. Come on, it will be fun. Besides, we also invited girls, you know. You're single, right? Now it's your time to shine. Who knows, maybe you'll find your soulmate tonight."
Na-kyum nodded and looked at the ground again. He wasn't really interested in girls, he never actually tried to approach them or be friends with them. Soulmate? Little did those guys knew that Na-kyum was already all over heels for someone and that someone was no other than their literature proffessor.
What a shame.
Na-kyum knew there was something wrong when his teacher was holding him close to his chest, whispering things that Na-kyum always wanted to hear. It was too beautiful to be true and when he felt a strong hand gripping his shoulders and a low voice shouting next to him, he was certain that it was just a dream.
When his eyelids slowly opened, he realized how heavy the only task of opening his eyes was. He woke up with a terrible headache, dry throat and blurry vision. Although it was unclear, he could notice around him tables and lights, meaning that he was outside. He tried so hard to remember what happened, but all he could recall was him and a bunch of unknown people from his major sitting on one table and a senior pouring drinks for Na-kyum. He wasn't a heavy drinker, nor a light one, but after what it seems to have been the 5th glass of something mixed with another something, Na-kyum's brain wasn't functioning properly anymore.
But did they left? They all left and let Na-kyum alone, sleeping with his head resting on his hands as a pillow in a pub close to their University, where everyone could see him? How could they do that to him? Maybe they went for a smoke or outisde for some fresh air...
But when he felt that grip hardening even more on his shoulder, he knew that none of the above were true. He finally blinked multiple times and his vision returned to normal. He encountered a black, tidy suit and a man 3 times bigger than Na-kyum touching him. Next to him there were another 2 men dressed exactly like the other one, all 3 of them wearing dark sunglasses. Sunglass, so late at night?
"Oy, young man, wake up!"
Mafia? Gangsters, maybe? Or the owner of the shop sent some bodyguards to kick him out from the pub? Although it wasn't necesarrly..
"Young man, get a grip of yourself and wake up."
His voice was low and deep, frightening. He definetely don't want to disagree with that guy, but his body just won't cooperate with him. He opened his mouth to say something, but soon after he shuted it down, thinking that talking was a task way too hard for Na-kyum at that time being.
"Geez, I don't have time to babysitt drunken teenagers who can't hold their liquor."
By that being said, Na-kyum felt two huge hands sliding under his armpits and a second after he felt his body levitating. His feet weren't touching the floor anymore and he was forced to move his head. He was taken away from there and he was pretty sure that he'll vomit anytime soon if that man keeps moving him around.
"W-wait!"
He wasn't sure if the bodyguard/mafia/gangster heard him, but he moved his legs back and forth to touch the guy's legs, time when he stopped.
"I..I can walk.."
He turned his head back and noticed that his stuff were still there. He sighed reliefed and stretched a hand in that direction, but he got picked up again, moving towards the exit.
"N-no, wait! Wait! I can't leave without-"
He was desperate. After working so hard for his laptop and tablet and everything he had in there, if he loses them now, he'll be done with. All of his work will be for nothing and the hours spending on his drawings would be all in vein.
"Please"
He struggled in that man's arms, trying to touch the floor, but it was pointless. In was clear that the man was way stronger than Na-kyum, but that hasn't made Na-kyum give up. He had to take those things with the price of everything, which that would be his life in that case. He bent his leg in front and channelled all of his power into one single kick that landed on the suited man's ankle, making him drop Na-kyum and scream from the pain. Na-kyum crawled on the floor going back to take his things when another man stepped in front of him, blocking his way. Na-kyum almost started crying when he felt another hands grabbing him, throwing his body over his shoulder.
"Pleaseeee! It's really important for me. Everything, everything is in.."
He was desperately looking at his stuff while getting further and further away, the man carrying him on his shoulder like a feather did not even flinched once. While Na-kyum could still hear the other man swearing and whining about the pain, he heard a voice..the voice of god.
"Wait! Those things..when he said everything, maybe it is indeed him. And his drawings are in there. We should probably get them or the boss will freak out if we go to him without any evidence."
The man carrying Na-kyum stopped for a second, thinking before noddding. Na-kyum noticed the man who spoke earlier grabbing his things and he felt like his heart just got free. His stuff are there for him.
Seungho's favorite part of the day was actually...the night. When he could relieve all that stress from work into someone else's body, pouring all of his anger and stress into it. The man laying under him with his legs rested on Seungho's shoulders, moaning and panting while screaming his name was no other than the newest favorite idol of Korea, Min. Idolatrized by men and women all around the world, he decided to open up his legs for no other than the CEO's son of the biggest industry running in Korea, Yoon Seungho. The brutal and violent way of making love with him was exactly what Min needed, although it was a burden to cover up all the marks that Seungho leaves on his body. He can't give up on him because he was the only man that could really satisfy Min's deepest sexual desiders and fetishes. While desperately clinging on the pillow underneath his head, he couldn't control his body or voice. The feeling of pleasure was too strong for Min and, even if he wanted to make this moment last longer, he knew that he was getting close to climax. Just a bit more, just a bit more of Seungho's hips slamming harshly on his skin, just a bit more of his strong hands bruising his wrists, just a bit more of his teeth clenching on his nipple, just a bit more...
The sound of a phone ringing brang Min back to reality. Although he wanted to ignore it so badly, Seungho decided to stop with everything and stretched his arm to reach his phone. When Min heard his huskey voice answering the phone in an annoyed tone, he got even more upset. How could he stop right there, when he was so close, just to answering a fucking phone call?
"O-oi, Seungho.."
Seungho ignored him and got out from the bed, completely naked, angry that someone interrupted his night activities. He heard a loud music in the background and the voice of one of his secretaries, barely even able to hear him because of the music.
"What the fuck are you doing? Where are you and why are you calling me right now?"
A few seconds of unbearable chattering and even louder music until it stopped completely and he could hear the secretary's voice clearer.
"S-sir, I'm really sorry for disturbing you, but.."
"But what? Just spit it out already before I hang off the phone."
His secretary cleared his throat and inhaled deeply before spouting his words out.
"We found him, sir."