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Donghyuck's eyes flitted open upon the sound of something loud falling to the ground outside his bedroom door. At first, his hopes were up and he somewhat imagined himself to still be with Jaemin in the mysterious boy's room, engulfed in that same hot atmosphere as before....

But it wasn't to be true.

He blearily blinked a few times to rid his eyes of the remaining sleep, and proceeded to glance to his side where Renjun was curled up in foetal position, breathing lightly. His long brown hair was only lengthening from neglect, and damn did it make him look even more ethereal.

It was a pity he was so brash, really. One could've mistaken him for a delicate angle had he not shoved scissors down their throats.

So I came home last night...Hyuck thought with unintentional disappointment. It wasn't his initial desire to long for Jaemin's company so much, yet he did. He really, really wanted to see him again. Time after time, promise after promise, he would crave for the outlaw's company like a dangerous drug. At this point it was all becoming too clear what was happening.

Poor Lee Donghyuck - Haechan -was falling in love.

To his side was his beautiful, caring, precious boyfriend that wished for nothing but the best for him...and beyond the hideout resided a man who could potentially have no feelings for anyone at all. The choice he was basically presented should've had an easy answer....yet that very conclusion wasn't hitting Donghyuck like it should've.

His heart was starting to say 'be reckless. You've always strayed far from your tether, and Jaemin is just like you' whereas his brain was reminding him 'think of all that Renjun has done for you. He's treated you like the lover you are'. How horrible this predicament had become.

The Chinese boy beside him shuffled in search of a more comfortable position, arching his back before nuzzling closer to his only source of heat: Donghyuck. "Mhm...."

The younger sighed dejectedly, rolling over to face him properly and guiltily carding his fingers through the other's hair. Renjun still didn't awaken from the touch, more so leaning into the feeling of his boyfriend's hand cupping his cheek.

"I wish kisses could actually break spells, Junnie....I really do," the brunette hummed softly while grazing his thumb over the other's cheekbone. "You and I have always agreed that kisses mean nothing...but I'm starting to question our logic. All we ever do is exactly that."

In the long run, both mafia members had a mutual understanding that a kiss was just a kiss, no more no less. This thought existed even before their relationship, so it was agreed upon like a challenge. A challenge of whether one of them would really test those waters.

Further than locking lips was physical touching. That meant more, and of course above all else, sex. A healthy relationship tended to be built on all three, each having a special type of moment it was good for. Renjun, however, could just about tolerate touching like that, never mind going the whole way. It didn't annoy Hyuck or irritate him in any way though.

He knew the dirty details as to why his phobia existed...

It just affected him differently, was all. Any young, healthy male in their early twenties would admit that there was a predominant thought on the mind that sort of wouldn't go away for the majority of the time...Donghyuck was no different, and why would he be?

None of that mattered to him though, as he was perfectly comfortable ignoring it all. Well, that was true up until Jaemin boarded his ship and introduced him to the magic of lust. Never had he wanted someone more than Na Jaemin.

"Hmmm, what time is it?" Renjun yawned quietly, his warm breath fanning across the other's hand and causing him to retract it. The boy peeled his eyes open to view the leader, disappointed that he had disconnected from him.

"Um....somewhere around nine, I think."

"Oh...." the brunette muttered, rubbing his eyes properly and shifting to sit up and view the room around him carefully before deciding nothing was wrong. He hadn't a shirt on, exposing his full upper half and leaving no room for the imagination.

For Donghyuck's imagination.

"You came home late last night," Renjun then started to interrogate. "I'm starting to worry here, Hyuck."

"What? You don't trust me?"

"It's not about trusting each other anymore, alright? This is about communication. You're letting the whole team down by hiding your whereabouts so often, you do realise. Once in a while is fine," he leaned down to run his fingers through the younger's soft fringe, "But almost everyday is abusing power, isn't it?"

He groaned, turning around to have his back to him. "All you ever do is scold me. We don't even wake up with 'good-morning's anymore, just 'oh, you're back'. Kinda sad."

"That's not my fault-" the older was about to defend himself, though briefly thought through it and shrugged it off entirely. He hated fighting with Donghyuck. It sat up with the other top five most despised things....but sometimes he felt he needed to.

This time, on the other hand, didn't require a battle. He was just glad to have him home, and so he laced his arms around the male's waist and cuddled up against his firm back, the only barrier between their skin being a pathetically thin t-shirt that the gang-leader insisted on wearing to bed.

"....M'sorry," Renjun whispered against his ear, using his delicate fingers to trace ticklish patterns along Donghyuck's tummy beneath his top. "I won't argue with you today..."

The taller audibly sighed before turning around to face him again, expression melancholic and eyes dreary from lack of proper rest. "It's not entirely your fault either...." he hummed, bringing their faces closer by accident when shifting his head against the pillow to seek better comfort. "I hate fighting you on everything. It just makes me feel like we haven't progressed from when we first met."

"God, I was not ready for another leader," the Chinese male chuckled dryly. "I still came round."

Donghyuck nodded weakly, eyes drifting open and closed as he attempted to stay awake, though failed for the most part. Renjun absentmindedly brought their heads closer and connected their lips in a soft, affectionate kiss.

At first it was simplistic, just comfort-sharing with a cheeky smile arising from both. Yet soon enough, the younger snapped out of his sleepy daze and lifted his hand up to slide around the back of the shorter's head, pulling them as close as they could possibly get.

Eventually tongues were introduced, and this was about as far as Renjun could handle without being thrown back into a nasty mindset he had developed years ago. He would admit that his boyfriend was gentle with him, and quite calculated...but even a feather-soft touch left that hammering pulse in his head as memories that didn't belong in a person's mind came flooding back.

The sensation of warm hands roaming up along his sides and massaging his body cracked a little too much off the iceberg, and so he gasped and pulled away as swiftly as he could. The victim to his own past bolted up again and shivered against the non-existent cold now shrouding the bedroom.

"Jun?" Donghyuck frowned, tossing his head back against his pillow when it occurred to him what had happened. "Again?"

"I....I'm sorry, Baby..." he muttered with defeat before pulling the duvet up and covering his chest. "I just can't do it." That was a lie. He let Mark consume him just one time.

"It's fine, I understand," the younger yawned tiredly before sitting up as well and pinching his lover's cheek lightheartedly. He then threw his legs over the side of the mattress and stood up. Renjun watched his figure retreat towards the door with distress, wanting nothing more than to keep him by his side. Hell, if sex would pull Donghyuck off the street and keep him here, he would've been far more compelled to try harder....but he knew it wouldn't. Whoever was holding his attention out there clearly meant more than just a superficial chat here and there.

At first, the boy thought his boyfriend had been finding solace in someone else's body, which wouldn't have been a huge shock, but a decent sized one all the same. Donghyuck was by no means a cheater, and Renjun knew that.

It was just disappointing that their minds were operating on two different servers.

"Ack, oh god! Don't scare me like that!" Donghyuck hissed while stirring himself a mug of green tea in the windowless kitchen. Behind him, having just poked his sides, was Jungwoo.

"But it's so entertaining watching your reactions. Most of us don't even have full connections to our nerves anymore," the older stated as though it was all very natural.

"I quite like my ability to experience sensations, so please don't make me consider getting rid of it. Anyway," the younger turned to properly face the red-head," I'm assuming there's news?"

"You read me like a book."

"Nope. I just read the clock and pinpointed who was up and out of bed at an odd hour. So, what's the problem?"

"Okay, if we're cutting right to the point...we have another mission."

Donghyuck whined, "Ugh, do they ever end?"

"No, not really. This one is an inside jobby, though. Y'know, a betrayal of sorts."

"Drug dealing again?"

"Dead-right. There's a couple of our guys trying to start up a little business of their own, it seems." Jungwoo pulled his nail clippers out of his pocket and playfully finicked with them. "It's in a club tonight, which could be fun. Shall we bust them?"

"Tonight?"

"Yes."

"Seriously? I-I'm kind of busy tonight-"

"Damn it, Haechan, you're always busy. Try to remember what's important here, okay? Cancel whatever you're planning tonight, and lead the drug-bust. Please and thank you."

Fuck, I was hoping to keep today free in case everything falls to shit for Jaemin tonight. God, I can't exactly turn these guys down either though....

Ugh, he's a big boy. He'll probably be fine.

"Okay, okay. When do we leave exactly?"

Jungwoo checked his watch and tilted his head with a small grin. "Half eight tonight. Sound good?"

"Oh yeah. Sounds fucking fabulous".

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