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“ In other shocking news, the police have found the bodies of three young men between the ages of twenty-four and twenty-seven, all of whom were found with the same “bow” located in the lower half of the abdomen that leads to the groin. The authorities keep track of what are now twelve victims with the same symbol in the same area for what seems to be the same objective of this serial killer; men between the ages of twenty and thirty-five that have or had previously worked at Eros, an underground gay club located in Yongsan District, Seoul.” The news reporter announced as he read through the obvious script already planned out for this specific section of today’s news, “ The families of these men show their grief by shouting and begging the culprit of such a horrific crime to ‘Just stop this already’ and ‘Stop hiding and just give yourself up to the police–’”
“Bullshit.” Yunho groaned as he abruptly shut the TV off with a sigh after hearing and seeing the relatives from the late strippers who would shamelessly show themselves off just to get a piece of the bar’s owner. And he wasn’t gonna let that happen, no. There was just no way he would just stand around and watch them enjoy themselves as they bounced their asses in front of the owner’s face, watch them try to kiss him, watch them touch him, and overall do things he wasn’t able to do.
Well, not yet, at least
You see, Yunho was a normal guy. A guy with interests which he would progressively become obsessed with, just like how he was now obsessed with Jung Wooyoung; the famous owner of the bar Yunho would attend almost every night after school, especially on the weekends which is when Wooyoung would be there the most just to watch how his business was going. It was clear that he wasn’t there to do anything else and yet, people would still try to get in his pants, something that Yunho did not like. But again, he just wasn’t anything like those whores that would desperately beg their boss for one chance to get bent over and fucked into tomorrow.
And listen, Yunho was a very attractive young man. He was tall, certainly very handsome, but there was also this feminine beauty in his features that certainly added even more points to his overall appearance. He was also very young, being only twenty-three years old he knew that he could have so many people chasing after him, man or woman Jeong Yunho was surely a sight for sore eyes.
But all those people could never compare to Jung Wooyoung, the man who had captured Yunho’s mind and heart with just a subtle smile from across the bar that one night. It was still fresh in Yunho's mind as if it was yesterday even though it had happened almost a year ago. He was there for a halloween party invitation he had received in the mail a few weeks prior, apparently it was a “secret pass” that was only sent to a couple people in the entire city which he still didn’t believe to this day, but he did think it was fate since there was no other man in the world who could possibly compete to have Wooyoung’s spot in Yunho’s heart. That tiny smile he gave him changed the world for Yunho, he would think about it almost every minute that passed and honestly, he couldn’t be happier about it. He knew he loved that man even if they had never actually interacted face to face, he knew that it was love, not just a sick obsession he developed as time went by.
So he began to go to that club. At first Yunho would only go for a drink or two, hoping to see that handsome man again. Once he figured out the days he would be there the most, Yunho would only go during those days, watching from afar as Wooyoung just, pretty much existed. After that, Yunho also started to take pictures of him from afar, be it from the booth he was in to the bar where Wooyoung would sit and have some drinks, or the parking lot as he watched Wooyoung get in his car after a long night. Yunho had so many damn pictures of Wooyoung at this point, and even then he would never get tired of looking at his face from his camera lens.
And honestly, how could anyone blame him? Wooyoung wasn’t just a regular man, no. He was more than that. From the information Yunho managed to gather he knew that Wooyoung was actually thirty-one years old, which Yunho didn’t mind at all, he actually loved that he was older. It just meant that he was more experienced.
But besides that, those piercing eyes of his, that tanned skin that would glisten gloriously under the neon lights of the club, those strong hands that would look so fucking good wrapped around his waist, his neck, and they definitely would feel amazing slapping him across the face, grabbing tightly onto his ass as he would plunge into him oh so roughly from behind. His voice, fuck , his voice was just so damn velvety, so fucking sexy ; Yunho KNEW that his moans and growls sounded glorious, moaning out his name as he fucked into his pretty face, “ Fuck- oh, yeah… what a good boy you are for me, baby. Letting me fuck your pretty little mouth, you love this, don’t you, Yunho-ya?”
Shit.
“Y-yes… mmh, I love it.” Yunho moaned, his hands gripping tightly on the body pillow as he ground his hips against the plush material, arching his back and throwing his head back to moan out loud just how fucking good it felt, yet again fantasizing about himself finally becoming Wooyoung’s. Even though he already was his, it was just a matter of Wooyoung eventually becoming aware of how badly he desired him.
But that day would come sooner than he expected. Or maybe, it had already happened.
As the train came to a halt and the operator announced the stop they were at, Yunho gathered his things and stood up from his seat so he could get off and get to his destination as soon as possible. It was barely 7:45 pm, he knew the bar wasn’t as cramped yet so he could most definitely get a good spot closer to the VIP area which was where Wooyoung and his men would sit most of the time.
“Gosh, did you see him? He’s definitely my type~” A girl squealed as he walked up the stairs to exit the station. Yunho rolled his eyes and exhaled heavily in annoyance, opting to put his Airpods in just to block out the sound of the world since, well, he didn’t want his mood to be ruined by other people ogling at him.
“ So annoying. ” He mumbled in between his teeth, speeding up his strut, wanting to just get to the damn club already.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally arrived at the street the club was at. It was gonna start to get busy pretty soon so, like always, Yunho decided to get there earlier so he could avoid as much human interaction as possible. Although he was a ray of fucking sunshine, he was a very shy individual, especially when it came to other people being nice to him and wanting to be friends with him.
Once he got to the gates of the club, the beefy bouncer looked him up and down and walked a bit closer to be able to pat him down and check if he was carrying any dangerous weapons on him that night. This man knew that Yunho was a regular, and not only that, he “knew” that Yunho was most certainly not involved in the murders that had been happening lately, but he was still required to do his job and make sure no one entered the premises with a dangerous weapon.
After he was done he smirked a bit, licking his lips as he watched the pretty boy in front of him, “You’ve heard about the murders, right? This might be a dangerous place for a pretty little thing like you, Yunho-ssi.” The bouncer said as he opened the door for Yunho, the latter rolled his eyes yet again and walked inside, ignoring the man as he slowly walked further into the building and looked around to see who was there already.
Nobody. Just the bartender, a few of the dancers, and the DJ who was starting to set up his station for the night.
“Great.” He smiled and walked up to the booth that was closest to the VIP section. Wooyoung would probably be there soon, and even if he was late, Yunho was willing to wait as long as he needed just to see him.
“Oh, Yunho, you're here.” San, the bartender smiled sweetly as he walked by his booth and stopped in his tracks to chat with him for a bit. He was a very nice guy, always had a smile on his handsome face; Yunho liked the guy, he was cool.
“Hi, San. You know the drill, I’m always here.” Yunho smiled back and even waved at him. Usually, he would barely smile and mumble out in response, but San was actually the only guy that worked in Eros that he actually liked and appreciated.
San put his stuff down on the carpeted floor and plopped next to him with a loud sigh, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back on the couch, exhaustion clearly showing through him. “We were gonna be closed for a while until things calmed down a bit, but as you can see, we didn’t.” He sighed again, Yunho could only nod and hum to show that he was listening. “It’s crazy. Those guys were… actually no, they were a pain in the ass. They wouldn’t shut up about getting in the boss’s dick. I’m not saying I’m glad they died, but at least they’re not here to yap about how badly they wanted to get bent over by our boss.”
Yunho hummed and slowly let out a sigh as he shrugged his shoulders a bit, “I could understand. Having an annoying coworker is beyond painful, if I’m being honest.”
“Tell me about it.” San finally opened his eyes and slowly got up with a grunt, wincing a bit as he did so. “I could barely sleep last night so, if I die in the middle of my shift, don’t even bother calling an ambulance. Sign a DNR for me, if you can.” He whined dramatically, grabbing his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. Yunho giggled a bit and waved him goodbye, watching the poor guy walk off to the back rooms to put his uniform on.
Two hours passed and Yunho was already a bit tipsy, not so much to make him stumble and fall while walking, but enough to have him on the dance floor jumping up and down with the music without a care in the world. And he liked it, not always did he get the chance to get wasted and be able to forget about the stressful college life he had.
All of a sudden, his gaze turned to the VIP booth and, there he was in all his glory; with that wicked fucking smile of his, greeting people cheerfully, dabbing some of his men that had been at the club before his arrival with a smirk. Fuck.
Fuck, he was so damn fine.
Yunho tried not to lose his shit by taking another sip of his margarita that was almost empty, so he chugged the last bit and walked over to the bar to ask San for another one since, he most definitely needed to drink enough to gather the courage to finally talk to Wooyoung tonight.
“Woah, there, gorgeous. Watch where you’re going,” a pair of hands grabbed his waist to stop him from tripping further and spill the drink he had in his hand. “Are you by yourself, honey? WHy don’t you come down to get a few drinks with me and my buddies, we’d love the company of such a cute little thing like you.”
With a disgusted scowl on his face Yunho pulled away from the man and dusted himself off as if being touched by him alone made him feel filthy. “I am certainly not interested, thank you very much.” He scoffed, walking away towards the bar again because he did, in fact, spill most of his freshly made drink.
“You’re done already? Jesus, Yunho.” San chuckled as he watched the brunette approach the bar yet again, pointing at his almost empty glass with a small pout. “I gotchu.”
“Thanks, San-ah.” Yunho sighed and plopped on the chair in front of the bar, crossing his arms just to hide in between them.
“A strawberry margarita for the sweetest little thing here tonight.”
That voice…
Yunho lifted his head up slowly to see if maybe his ears had deceived him, if maybe, just maybe, he was already so fucking intoxicated he heard San’s voice wrong and mistook it for Wooyoung’s voice.
“I was right. You are indeed heavenly, Jeong Yunho.” Wooyoung smiled, a sinful one. “Take a sip, love. Let me know how it tastes.”
Yunho couldn’t believe his eyes. This was a dream, he was already knocked out at home, so drunk out of his mind he was imagining
the
Jung Wooyoung standing right in front of him, smirking and fucking TALKING to him. “Cat got your tongue? Come on, you were so brave out there murdering all those people just because they wanted to get with me, and now you won’t even say a word?”
Oh.
“I-I don’t think I know what you mean.” Yunho stuttered, shaking his head in denial. Woyoung chuckled. “Mhm. Right… Do you really think I’m that stupid, Yunho-ya?” The older man grabbed his chin tightly, not so much for it to hurt but firmly, just to make Yunho understand he couldn’t hide and look away anymore.
“I-I never said that. I just–” Wooyoung let out a quiet little laugh, shaking his head but never did he let go of the hold he had on Yunho’s chin. “I was just playing with you, sweetie. No need to get so flustered, right?” He slowly pulled his hand away, leaving Yunho feeling cold and wanting for more.
Wooyoung walked away after that, Yunho watched him do so and, fuck, he sounded just as he imagined; So goddamn sexy. He took a big sip of his margarita, almost chugging the whole thing in one go as if it was water and he was a thirsty man in the middle of the Sahara desert.
That clearly wasn’t part of his plans for tonight. He wanted to be able to talk to Wooyoung, to finally get him to notice him, but what had happened just a couple of minutes ago wasn’t something Yunho had expected to happen.
“Mmh… fuck.” Yunho put a hand on his forehead after a few minutes of downing more than half of his drink. His head was spinning more than usual which was crazy considering he had a good tolerance for alcohol. “Fuck it, I’m going home.” He grumbled and waved at San so he could close out his tab and go the fuck home.
“You okay, Yuyu? Need me to call an Uber for ya?” San gave Yunho back his card with a concerned look on his face, Yunho shook his head, which was clearly a bad idea because right after doing that he felt like the whole place began to spin around like one of those zero gravity rides you see at your local fair.
“No, thanks. I’ll be fine, I swear.” Yunho smiled, gently waving San off as he got up from his chair and took off on his wobbly legs. He felt like he was walking on clouds, the ground was not stable enough for him to walk, for fucks sake.
But of course, right when he was about to walk out his legs decided to give up on him and make him fall, his head still spinning, if not, even more than before. He tried to get up, his arms being just as shaky as he tried to hold his weight on them to get up off the floor, but to no avail. Yunho was gone.
And, as if tonight wasn’t already super fucked up, he saw a pair of feet stand right before him, the person crouched down to his level just to grab him by the hair, forcing him to look up to them, but his vision was so damn blurry he couldn’t see who this asshole was and why they wouldn’t leave him alone.
“Go to sleep, mi amor. You have a really long night ahead of you.” The man whispered, finally letting go of his hair with a harsh push that made Yunho hit his head on the cold floor. And even though he couldn’t clearly see his face, Yunho knew that voice better than he knew his own. Not only that, those Valentino boots, that iced out chain, that fucking lip piercing…
“Wooyoungie hyung…” Yunho mumbled seconds before completely losing all consciousness, his eyes shutting down slowly as he was being pulled away and into the backseat of a car.