The tension was thick, but Yunho refused to give in.

For this stranger to show up and ask what happened to his sister was the last thing he ever expected to happen in his life. And the crazy story he gave about knowing him from a past life was complete bullshit.

"Well?" He said, jerking his gun. "Start talking! I'm not going to ask you again!"

"Yunho, please, just lower the gun and we can talk about this." Mingi kept his hands up with his back pressed against the door.

"No. How do you know my sister?" Yunho growled. He was seconds away from pulling the trigger.

"Because I know you. Or, I knew you. I can prove it to you."

"How?"

"Yuri was different, wasn't she?" Mingi lowered his tone and had a kind look in his eyes that gave Yunho the creeps. And yet he couldn't bring himself to answer.

Memories of his sister started flooding his mind. Her laugh. Her smile. How much she wanted to take care of him. But then they started to be replaced with the bad ones...

Her screams.

Her pain...

"She heard voices, right?" Mingi's voice was almost a whisper now.

"How... How do you know that?"

The corners of Mingi's mouth tilted in a small, sympathetic smile. "Like I said, I know things about you. But I know things are different in this life because of how things have happened. You used to be a cop, and you became one because your sister was murdered, so you wanted to bring justice to her killer."

Yunho felt his jaw drop a little. "M-Murdered? What... What on earth are you talking about?"

"That's not how it happened this time, is it?" Mingi's face fell and he looked at Yunho with so much concern, much more than he would ever give for a stranger. It was disorienting and suddenly Yunho wanted nothing more than to either hug or slap the man.

"No. Yuri wasn't murdered." Yunho croaked out. His throat was suddenly so dry as the images flashed across his mind again. "You're really from a different time?"

Mingi nodded and lowered his hands. "I know it's hard to believe, and I don't have any other way to prove it to you other than what I know about you. I'm sure a lot of that has changed, but your driving skills haven't. They still scare the shit out of me." He started to chuckle and rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"Still? So I was a driver in this... this other life too?" Yunho asked, finally lowering the gun and tilting his head to the side.

"A damn good one too. You used to zip around the city like you owned the place and you lost a couple of tails too when needed."

"Like I did today?"

"Exactly." Mingi smiled. "We could always rely on you, especially Hong-" The smile faded and Mingi looked down at his lap.

The sudden change surprised Yunho. He had always been good at reading people, so as much as he didn't trust it, Mingi definitely believed everything he was saying. But now for him to look like he was in so much pain, Yunho didn't know what to do.

"Sorry." Mingi sighed and let his head fall back against the car window. "For a moment... I almost forgot."

"Forgot what?"

"That he forgot who I am." Mingi sounded like he was in so much pain.

"Who are you talking about?"

He watched as the other man sighed and closed his eyes. "There's so much... So m-much. Why did I have to press that d-damn button?" Mingi's voice cracked. "Or why did I have to remember? Things would have been so much more simpler if I could have forgotten everything, just like the rest of you..."

"This really happened, didn't it?"

Mingi nodded slowly. "It did. I wish I had a way to prove it to you, but it did. And now the only thing I can think of to do is try and get everyone back together to take down the Pack. It's his fault this happened to us."

Yunho paused. "His?"

"Mercer." The way Mingi said the man's name held so much venom in his tone that Yunho shivered. "He ruined everything."

For a long moment, the two of them sat there. Then Yunho took a slow, deep breath. "Tell me everything."

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"That blackout could have ruined everything." Jongho groaned as he flopped down on the couch next to Yeosang's work station.

The older hummed and nodded his head, not taking his eyes off the multiple screens in front of him.

Jongho spoke the truth, even though it had only been for a few minutes, many people had almost gotten hurt in the small chaos that had erupted.

And it ticked Yeosang off beyond all belief.

He had spent hours setting up his elaborate security system to make sure that nothing could go wrong with the business Jongho was running.

Now all he could do was study the footage over and over and over.

Yeosang had pinpointed the exact moment each one of his cameras lost connection. All evidence pointed to a short circuit. The screen went black for three to five minutes. It appeared to be random because one camera went down for three minutes, then a short time later the same camera went down for four minutes.

But it wasn't random.

He had been able to figure out that much.

The cameras went down in a path that led straight to the generator they kept downstairs. No other cameras were touched on the other side of the building.

Someone had planned this.

And it was driving Yeosang insane trying to figure out who.

He was willing to bet that it was someone from the Pack. They had been trying to nail him for years now and he had always managed to elude them.

With this sudden attack, Yeosang knew he was going to have to cut back on his inside jobs.

"Sangie?"

Yeosang hummed again and started to push the sucker in his mouth back and forth at a quick pace. He was missing something, he could feel it in his gut. The blackout was too perfect...

Big, strong hands clamped into his shoulder and started to rub them, causing him to close his eyes. Jongho always knew how to distract him.

Which is what made Yeosang shake his head and slap Jongho's hands. "No! I need to figure this out. Go find something to punch." He said without looking away from the screen.

"Go find something to punch? Really?" Jongho chuckled. "You really are overworking yourself if that is the best you can come up with." The younger gripped Yeosang's chair and started to pull him away from his desk.

"No! Jong— N— St— Jongho!" Yeosang sputtered while scrambling and pawing at his desk as it got further away.

"Nope! It's time for you to take a break. You're ignoring me, and I don't like being ignored." Jongho chided. When they were on the opposite side of the room, he spun the chair around and slammed his hands down on the arm rests so he could trap Yeosang in the chair.

Oh how Yeosang wanted to smack that smirk off his face right now. "Jongho, this is serious. You just said the blackout could have ruined everything. I'm trying to figure out what caused it."

"I did. But it didn't, and you've been staring at that computer screen all day. Have you even eaten?"

"Of course I ha—" Yeosang paused and pursed his lips.

"Thought so." Jongho leaned over and picked Yeosang up and threw him over his shoulder.

"Jongho! What on earth are you doing!" Yeosang exclaimed, but he couldn't help but start laughing when Jongho purposefully bounced up and down while jogging to their bedroom.

"You're such an idiot! Put me down!"

"As you wish." Jongho said before dropping Yeosang down on their bed and climbing on top of him to pin his wrists next to his head.

The two of them stared at each other, Jongho with a smirk and Yeosang with a glare.

"You're a child." Yeosang said.

"Maybe, but I'm your child. And you're being a neglectful parent. I demand your attention, and I demand it now."

Yeosang felt his resolve crumbling. He knew he had lost the battle as soon as Jongho had started rubbing his shoulders, but one of them had to be the responsible one in their relationship.

Who else was supposed to keep Jongho from killing himself from how reckless he could be?

But alas, he couldn't fight the smile that tugged at his lips when Jongho finally lowered his head so they could share a deep, passionate kiss.

It was strange, kissing him, because it always felt like they had been kissing for a lot longer than they actually had. Even from their first kiss. Jongho had felt the same way too and they had spent a long time talking about it, but neither one could place the reason why.

Jongho, being the child that he was, said that maybe it was because they were meant to be together. Yeosang had just rolled his eyes at the time and teased him for being a sap. Deep down, though, he loved the idea of that.

He too believed that there was something about his connection with Jongho that felt like it was always there.

Soon after they started kissing, Jongho released one of his wrists so that he could slip a hand under Yeosang's shirt to start teasing his nipple. It made the older whine in protest and try to squirm away, but Jongho just used his weight to keep him there. No matter how many times Yeosang complained that he was sensitive, Jongho always countered with how much he liked the sweet sound Yeosang would make.

And they just wouldn't stop.

The older continued to squirm, especially when Jongho pulled off his shirt and attached his lips to Yeosang's other nipple.

"J-Jong—!" Yeosang gasped, bringing a hand up to grab Jongho's hair. He could feel his arousal going, there was no fighting it now.

Jongho was still laying almost completely on top of Yeosang. One of his legs, though, was laying between Yeosang's legs, giving the older the perfect opportunity to start grinding up into Jongho's thigh.

He groaned immediately and arched his back off the bed as pleasure coursed through his body.

"Someone's needy." Jongho whispered, tilted his head up to look at Yeosang.

"You're the one who wanted attention." Yeosang huffed, still grinding against Jongho's thigh. Even though that simple motion, he could feel all the strength and power of his lover. It made him shiver in anticipation for what was go come.

In a matter of minutes, they were both undressed and tangled together on the mattress once more.

Yeosang, ever the rebel, still made comments about how he needed to get back to work. Or he would try to at least, but Jongho would always swallow the words with a kiss.

Or a slap to the ass.

Whichever was more convenient.

All too quickly, Yeosang found himself being manhandled and folded in half so that Jongho could start working his entrance open with his tongue. And oh did it drive him crazy.

He gasped and mewled as Jongho lapped at him, sending rush after rush of pleasure through him.

And when he started to add fingers it made Yeosang start to fly even higher.

He had always been slightly embarrassed at how well Jongho could control him, which was only proven when he came untouched and coated his chest and even a little bit of his chin and cheek with his own cum.

Jongho said nothing as he unfolded Yeosang and lapped at the older's seed while continuing to move three fingers in and out of him.

"Jong... Please..." Yeosang begged. He needed to be filled, even though he knew he would be sensitive after his orgasm. He needed to feel his love inside him.

Thankfully the younger must have been in agreement, because he withdrew his fingers and flipped Yeosang over in one smooth motion so that he was on his stomach.

Then Jongho laid down on top of him, pressing him into the mattress while slowly working his length, which he had coated with some of his spit, inside slowly.

This always happened with them. They got too needy and couldn't be bothered with tracking down the lube that was hiding somewhere in their bedroom, so the first part was always rough for both of them.

But as soon as Jongho was flush with Yeosang's cheeks, he started to roll his hips. He also wrapped his arms around Yeosang, pinning his arms to his side and keeping them as close together as possible.

Yeosang was engulfed by all that was Jongho, and he absolutely loved it.

Especially when Jongho started to thrust into him even faster.

All that could be heard was grunts and whimpers as they continued to soak in the connection they had.

They were lucky to have even found each other, so they tried to show their love for each other as much as possible.

Yeosang owed Jongho his life.

And he tried to fill his words with how grateful he was for that when he uttered, "Love you. Jong... Love you." He groaned, trying to twist his hands to just to touch some part of Jongho.

The older whimpered, unable to form any words, and pulled one hand free to help turn Yeosang's head to the side and connect their lips in another passionate kiss as he thrust harder into Yeosang a few more, then still as he hit his climax.

The pleasure from everything he was feeling also had Yeosang orgasming a second time. The friction from the blanket below him helped, but he turned into a whimpering mess from all the overstimulation.

When Jongho pulled out, he rolled them to the side and connected their lips once more. Their hands roamed over each other's sweat covered bodies for several minutes before Yeosang finally pulled away and shook his head. "Feeling better now?"

"Almost." Jongho said with a slight whine.

He then trapped Yeosang against him and jostled him around while pulling the blankets out from under them, and then pulling them up so they could snuggle in together.

As much as Yeosang wanted to start protesting again, this was his favorite place in the world. He never wanted to be apart from Jongho, and laying together in bed, with his ear pressed against Jongho's chest right over his beating heart, was the only place he ever truly wanted to be.

"I love you too, Sangie." Jongho whispered as his arm lazily ran over the older's arm. Sleep was already heavy in his voice, and Yeosang couldn't even bring himself to respond as they both started to drift off together, enjoying their slice of paradise in the cruel world they lived in.