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As Jaemin stood in front of the coffee machine in his kitchen, he stared at it listlessly. The tendrils of steam flicking upwards from the heated liquid trapped him in a sort of daze as a few thoughts circulated his mind. His hands were gripping the edge of the marble countertop tightly, turning white from the pressure.

Then, suddenly it hit him.

The coffee started bubbling and boiling as a plead to take it away from the heat. Though the blonde ignored it for a moment, pulling the cupboard above his head open and tracing his tongue over his lip as he pulled a bottle of vodka down.

Clear and scentless.

There was plenty there, especially enough for a lightweight to fall drunk on. This was a perfect method of digging answers from a boy who happened to be as clever and witty as himself.

Hm, sorry Hyuck, he thought deviously, unscrewing the cap and leaving the bottle out as he poured two mugs of coffee. The hot drink smelled amazing to Jaemin, like a small and reasonable heaven amidst his hellish life. Once ready, he shamelessly tipped a decent amount of straight alcohol into Donghyuck's mug, the whole contents rising up. I just want to ask you questions.....

"Jaemin?" The brunette who was soon to be victimised called, footsteps thudding closer from the living room to the kitchen. The taller swiftly closed up the liquor bottle and slid it back into the cupboard, not having enough time to close it before Donghyuck walked in. "How's it going?"

He turned to him, smiling softly and waving his question off. "Fine. It's finished now, just grabbing," he pulled some snacks down from beside the clear bottle of vodka, "These." He then proceeded to toss them at the older and chuckled when he caught them easily.

"C'mon," Donghyuck scoffed, "It's twenty one questions time." He then left the room again with a cute sway to his hips that Jaemin found rather alluring. But he hadn't the luxury of flirting or even giving someone a chance. He had a job to do.

He followed the shorter out with the drinks in his hands, constantly reminding himself of which coffee was who's. Once inside the living room again, he spotted his guest laying on the couch with his forearm covering his eyes.

Hyuck looked stressed, if anything. His lips were slightly pouted as he quietly thought to himself, and Jaemin immediately began to wonder what it was he was worrying over.

"You okay?" He found himself enquiring against his better judgement. He wasn't the type to care whether someone was having a mid-life crisis or not, or whether they needed emotional support or a shoulder to lean on. Those things simply didn't matter to him.

Yet there Jaemin was; asking the poor leader what was wrong.

"Nothing," Donghyuck mumbled upon the realisation that the other had entered. "Let's chat."

The younger carefully placed the hot mug down on the glass coffee table in front of the brunette, waving away a few of the steam tentacles that crawled up to heat his hands. Then, he proceeded to sit down on the other end of the couch with one leg folded against his body and the other hanging over the edge.

Secretly, the blonde had a handgun hidden under the cushion he sat on, keeping it there at all times in case some asshole arrived and tried anything with him. It was always fully loaded, and things like that kept Jaemin's mind at peace.

"Why do you live alone?" Donghyuck suddenly asked, his eyes scanning the space around him quizzically before he took the warm drink into his hands and laced his fingers around it. The younger was somewhat surprised to see he wasn't flinching against the heat.

"I don't have anyone else I want to live with," Jaemin deadpanned, the plain and simple truth being easier than some stupid lie. Hyuck nodding slowly with a snide expression.

"I have a theory," he murmured, leaning in and cheekily wriggling his eyebrows at the host.

"And what's that?"

"You're a prostitute or something, aren't you? I mean, look at your nice face, your decent home, a single bedroom for a lone wolf, and a snarky attitude like the world has forsaken you."

The outlaw paused for a moment, taking in each reason and actually suppressing a proper laugh at how smart that deduction was. Yes, those facts actually pointed to something like that without him even realising.

In fact, he could use that as a cover story sometime if it was ever needed.

"Am I close?" The older pressed, taking a large sip from his coffee and feeling that the drink tasted different. But of course, there were many types of coffee out there, and Donghyuck was no connoisseur. He didn't question the harsher flavour as it continued to slide down his throat and poison his weak system with alcohol.

Jaemin watched as his cheeks went pinker with every passing minute, finding him quite adorable all the same as his plan somehow worked. "No, not really. I'm too proud to sell my body for sex. Couldn't you tell?"

"Hm, maybe. You just give me those vibes."

"Vibes? I give you vibes?"

"You...do," Donghyuck nodded with a soft giggle, taking in more of the coffee without a care in the world. His sparkly eyes were lidded with exhaustion, yet he seemed perfectly fine with talking.

"How are you feeling?" The taller checked carefully, sipping his own drink fondly and keeping his eyes solely trained on the boy.

"Warm. It's so warm in here..."

"Yeah? I haven't noticed."

"Mmm...." the older murmured, shifting to get more comfortable on the couch and tracing his delicate fingers down his neck and across his exposed collar bones softly. He was definitely heating up.

"Want some more?" The blonde reached out to grab his bow empty ceramic cup. Donghyuck eagerly nodded and passed it over, resting his head back and breathing deeply like a relaxed cat.

"My turn to ask a q-question..."

"Go on."

"Have you killed people before? Some members of Jupiter still haven't done it yet c-'cause of training or jobs...."

He's stuttering now. I knew he was a lightweight, but he didn't say just how bad he was. "I've killed a few people in my day. Like I said, I was a brilliant attacker back then."

"Oh yeaaahhh," he giggled, waving his hand excitedly, "You did say that!"

Another mug of vodka-coffee later and a couple of testers for Jaemin to assure he was well and truly drunk, the real game began.

"Hyuck, listen to me," the taller hummed, laying him down on the soft cushions of the couch and resting his head back. "Can I ask you some things? Small things?"

"Okay..." the older smiled happily seemingly quite lost for words and easily manipulated.

"Okay, can you tell me whether or not the base is reinforced or not? Any traps?"

"Pshhhhh," Donghyuck sighed, reaching his hands up to hold onto Jaemin's shoulders securely. "Lots of traps. Taeyong and-and...ugh, what's his name?....Ah! Doyoungie! They're always making new weapons for the base and tricking us...."

"What kind of traps, hm? What are they like?" The male carefully shifted the other's shirt around to give him more breathing space and air. Donghyuck wracked his brain for examples of threats, though struggled immensely.

Yet suddenly, the secret pitfalls of the base seemed less important now than Jaemin's new discovery. Upon the brunette's frontal shoulder was a black tattoo. It was a fancy lightening bolt, which was nicer than the rough symbol of Jupiter.....yet under it was a name.

'Haechan.'

"Oh...." he frowned, bringing his hand to his lips and biting his knuckle with great shock. "Haechan?"

"Yup?" Donghyuck yawned, stretching out and playing with the ends of the younger's hair.

"That's you're name? Haechan?" Jaemin couldn't quite believe it. He was searching for hundreds of reasons to convince himself that this wasn't the mafia leader he planned to kill. That Lee Donghyuck, the innocent boy clinging to him, wasn't a monster on the lookout for his head.

That this guy wasn't so far out of his reach now.....

"Shhhh, it's a secret," the male shook his index finger with a tutting noise, a cute pout on his perfect and full lips while his coco eyes glimmered with innocence and trust. "Nana might find out."

Oh god. Tell me this is a fucking mistake, the taller sighed internally, sitting back and caressing Donghyuck's cheek. I thought it'd be harder to take down a new leader. I could kill this big child here and now if I wanted to.

Though something told him he was being shown half a picture. There was no way Jupiter would let a playful guy like Donghyuck lead them without reason. Obviously he was missing something. A dark side of sorts.

Fuck it, I'll wait until the time is right. At least I have my man, he smiled victoriously, pulling the young adult into his arms and admiring his beauty.

"Still too warm?" He whispered.

The shorter yawned once again with a curt nod. "When I'm too hot, I just sleep with no clothes on. Renjunnie yells at me for catching colds."

"Renjunnie....." Jaemin furrowed his brows, the name 'Renjun' instantly clicking with some of the worst memories of his life as those days back in the mafia came flooding back. "Huang Renjun?! That psychopath?!"

"Shhhh, Junnie isn't a psycho-p-path....okay?" The boy breathed out long and deep breaths. "He's just upset a lot. He still needs Mark..."

What the fuck is Renjun still doing in Jupiter? I thought I shot that little shit! And why is he involved with Donghyuck? "Hyuck, can I ask another question?"

"Maybe," he laughed like it was a funny joke, though the blonde was growing increasingly stressed.

"Why are you hanging around that person? Hm? He's a dangerous-"

"He's my boyfriend."

Fuck!

Huang Renjun was the one person on the planet that genuinely scared the shit out of Na Jaemin.

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