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The instant Baekhyun caught sight of Chanyeol's car gliding away from the mansion, headed for the estate's main gate, he sprang into action. With an urgency that matched the blush still lingering on his cheeks, he raced down from his room to join Kyungsoo, who was calmly enjoying his breakfast. Baekhyun swiftly prepared a cup of hot chocolate as he sat beside his friend.

Curiosity had Kyungsoo in its grip, and he couldn't resist asking, "What's the hurry, Baekhyun? You look like you've just seen a ghost. Did something happen between you two?" Despite his knowledge of the intense kiss shared between Baekhyun and the Don in the kitchen the previous night, Kyungsoo prodded his friend for details. His gaze was fixed on Baekhyun, demanding an explanation, but Baekhyun, reluctant to reveal too much, dismissed the matter as trivial.

"Nothing too serious," Baekhyun insisted, though Kyungsoo couldn't ignore the signs of something more beneath the surface.

"Really? Then why were you acting so secretive earlier?"

Baekhyun couldn't help but chuckle, deciding to let Kyungsoo in on the secret. "Alright, something did happen, but it's a bit embarrassing to talk about." Kyungsoo's interest was piqued.

"Did you two... kiss?" Kyungsoo's direct question caught Baekhyun off guard, causing him to choke on his tea, prompting Kyungsoo to slide a glass of water his way. "Here, take this."

After a few sips, Baekhyun, with a wry smile, admitted, "That was unexpected."

"So it's true then? You did kiss. I had a feeling."

"He initiated it. Remember that note I had with me?"

Kyungsoo nodded, recalling the note containing Baekhyun's candid thoughts. "Yeah, the one where you wrote all your uncensored feelings about him."

"Yes, that one," Baekhyun sighed. "I lost it during the pool party. I can't be sure if it happened there, but somehow, the Don had it this morning after I began searching for it." Kyungsoo was left speechless, his surprise evident.

"What happened next?" Kyungsoo probed.

"I left the mansion to search for it at the pool, but it was nowhere to be found. I returned inside, worried that I might have accidentally left it in the kitchen when we were doing the dishes. That's when the Don walked in on me."

A soft "wow" escaped Kyungsoo's lips as he connected the dots, understanding why he had stumbled upon them in the kitchen. "Tell me more, please. I'm all ears."

Baekhyun chuckled before continuing, "It was excruciatingly embarrassing. Can you believe he read the note aloud to me? He recited all the ridiculous things I had written about him, and I felt like the earth should just swallow me whole. I was mortified and terrified, Kyungsoo."

"So, what led to the kiss?"

"We ended up in a confrontation, trying to find common ground. I may have angered him with the things I said like the he's not my type kinda thing, and suddenly, he kissed me forcefully. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't."

"So you gave in and reciprocated the kiss?" Kyungsoo teased.

Baekhyun's cheeks flushed at the mere thought of Kyungsoo witnessing the passionate moment. "How did you know? Wait, don't tell me you saw it?"

Kyungsoo nodded with a grin. "I did, but I was too surprised to interfere. To be honest, I expected it to happen sooner or later, given the palpable tension between you two recently. I'm glad you've resolved your differences. So, what's the status now? Are you in a relationship, or was it a one-time thing?"

Baekhyun hesitated before answering, "I'm not sure, but I think I turned him down."

"What did you do? Why on earth would you do that?" Kyungsoo exclaimed, his hand instinctively meeting his forehead, a mix of confusion and concern etched across his face.

Baekhyun, flustered and perplexed, found himself at a loss for words. "I don't know, Kyungsoo," he confessed. "I guess I was too overwhelmed to think clearly, especially after that passionate kiss we shared. I'm still terrified to even face him. I mean, he's a Don. I can't picture myself dating a man of his status."

"What do you mean? Hasn't that been your desire all along?"

Baekhyun sighed, his uncertainty evident. "I'm not sure, Kyungsoo. I can't help but feel like I'm not on par with his standing, given how influential he is in our society."

"Stop selling yourself short, Baekhyun," Kyungsoo urged. "All I see is a man who's trying to convey his true feelings for you. You're a lucky fool, my friend. Your life is on the verge of a remarkable change. Don't let this opportunity slip away."

"But what about the Mafia? Is this the right choice?" Baekhyun inquired, a hint of worry gnawing at him.

"Forget about the Mafia," Kyungsoo advised. "Yes, there are dangers here and there, but...If he's genuinely in love with you, it's his responsibility to shield you from any harm. Just be cautious, Baekhyun. When you enter into a serious relationship with a Don, there's no turning back."

Baekhyun took a moment to consider Kyungsoo's words, then he smiled appreciatively. "Thank you for your reassuring words, my capable chef." Baekhyun's eyes twinkled as he winked at Kyungsoo, and their laughter bubbled forth, filling the room.

"So," Kyungsoo inquired, still grinning, "tell me, how did it feel when he kissed you? Let me guess."

"Electrifying!" they both exclaimed, erupting into laughter. Their shared amusement filled the room, the sound of their laughter echoing in perfect harmony.

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Chanyeol, though usually composed and in control, found himself at a loss for words in the wake of the incident with Baekhyun. After that sizzling kiss, he was plunged into a whirlwind of emotions, struggling to comprehend his actions and the emotions swirling within him. He said he just might like Baekhyun, but was it just that? His mind was a maze of confusion, a labyrinth of questions. Why had he allowed himself to be drawn into that passionate embrace? What did it mean? Was it love, desire, or simply a reckless impulse? The answers remained elusive, and he was left in a state of restless bewilderment.

Upon his return home that Sunday with his able Capo Sehun, his heart raced with anticipation as he hoped to find Baekhyun by the windows, as if a glimpse of him would provide the clarity he sought. But the room was empty, and Chanyeol's heart sank, leaving him with a deep sense of disappointment that gnawed at his soul.

Minseok had been waiting in the living room of the Don's opulent mansion, his posture impeccable, as he stood by the entrance. When he heard Chanyeol's footsteps approaching, he straightened up, ready to receive him. However, his poise faltered when he noticed Sehun walking alongside Chanyeol, carrying their golf equipment. Shock washed over Minseok's face, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

As Chanyeol and Sehun entered the living room, Minseok and Sehun exchanged greetings. Sehun respectfully bowed to the Sotto Capo before taking Chanyeol's belongings upstairs to his room, leaving an undeniable tension in the air, with Chanyeol and Minseok now alone to talk.

Chanyeol, with a mischievous glint in his eye, teased Minseok, "Minseok, did you pass out from too much wine last night?" Minseok let out a breath of relief, considering the crimes he had recently committed, and apologized for not waking up on time to escort the Don.

Chanyeol waved the apology off with a dismissive gesture, saying, "It's nothing, Minseok." He stood, excusing himself from the room, and told Minseok to take the rest of the day off. With that, Chanyeol bid him goodbye and ascended the stairs.

Minseok couldn't help but find Chanyeol's behavior odd, his mind filled with worry about the Don's recent actions. His thoughts drifted to the secrets he held, fearing how Chanyeol would react if he ever discovered them.

With a huff, Minseok decided to leave the living room when he saw Sehun descending the stairs. He quickly beckoned Sehun to follow him, and Sehun, bearing in mind the Don's instructions regarding Minseok, silently obeyed, adding to the intrigue surrounding the Don's recent actions.

In the quiet shadows of his bedroom that evening, Chanyeol couldn't sit still. Knowing that Baekhyun was indoors, he was consumed by a fierce yearning, an itch that begged him to cross the threshold to Baekhyun's room, to talk, to touch, and to once again taste the sweet fire of their forbidden connection. He stared at his own reflection in the mirror, the memory of their kiss playing on an endless loop in his mind. He splashed his face with cold water and muttered curses under his breath, 'Fuck my life, what have you done to me?' He mumbled to himself, desperately trying to make sense of the complex emotions and the magnetic pull Baekhyun had over him. Chanyeol couldn't ignore the fact that Baekhyun was his first kiss with a man, and the lingering thought that he actually enjoyed it weighed heavily on his mind, leaving him in a state of profound confusion.

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That Sunday evening—Jongin, his body weakened but resolved undeterred, was gently wheeled back to Mr. Hwang Jisoo's home from the hospital, nursing the wounds inflicted during a nearly fatal attack at the hospital. His bold decision to leave the hospital stemmed from the fear that the enigmatic assailant who had dispatched an assassin after him might return to finish the job.

The harrowing events of that fateful night had cost Jongin not only his physical well-being but also his financial security and personal possessions. His stolen bag, housing his passport, phones, and credit card, had rendered him penniless and stranded. His frail condition made it impossible to visit a bank or immigration office for replacements.

As Mr. Jisoo's grand son Kyong, carefully wheeled Jongin into their living room, he conveyed deep gratitude to the little boy and his grandfather. Nonetheless, his paramount concern lay with their safety. Jongin explained to Mr. Jisoo that he couldn't bear to further jeopardize their lives and was resolute about leaving.

Mr. Jisoo, his voice filled with sincerity, asked, "Are you sure you want to do this? Jongin, I can't stand the thought of you facing this danger alone. We're willing to find a way to keep you safe. You're not just a guest in our home; you've become a part of our family, and we can face this together."

Jongin sighed, torn between gratitude and his deep-seated fears. "I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Jisoo, but I can't allow my presence to endanger you any further. Please, take me back to my own place. The Mafia won't expect me to return home, and I might have a chance to stay hidden there."

Mr. Hwang Jisoo nodded, understanding the gravity of Jongin's request. "Alright, Jongin. We'll respect your decision. We'll help you get back to your place safely. But please promise to stay in touch and let us know you're alright."

Under the cloak of night, Mr. Hwang Jisoo meticulously gathered an assortment of food items and crucial medications for Jongin, ensuring they were well-prepared for the impending journey. They patiently bided their time, watching as the neighboring shops methodically shuttered their windows and doors.

The moment the nearby stores completed their nightly ritual of closure, Mr. Jisoo executed their plan with the precision of a covert operation. He silently wheeled Jongin out of the house, treading with the utmost care as though they were spies navigating enemy territory. He signaled to Kyong, his grandson, in a hushed tone, and with a swift and discreet movement, the boy swiftly retrieved the bags containing their provisions.

Kyong, a young sentinel guarding the secret departure, carefully locked the front door before dashing towards the waiting car to join his grandfather, not a single sound betraying their presence.

Seated inside the vehicle, Jongin and Kyong ensured they were securely fastened, their anxious hearts throbbing in anticipation. In the clandestine world they inhabited, every movement and sound mattered.

With a subtle turn of the ignition key, the car's engine roared to life with a barely audible purr. Their escape began with a deliberate subtlety, slowly maneuvering through the quiet neighborhood. Like phantoms in the night, they slipped away, concealed in the shadows, their journey a treacherous dance through the perilous underworld of the Mafia.

As the car glided through the quiet streets at around 11:30 p.m., the surroundings painted a serene but slightly eerie picture. The dimly lit streets were bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting long shadows that stretched across the pavement. The trees lining the roadside were adorned with the rich, vibrant colors of autumn leaves, ranging from deep reds to warm oranges and golden yellows.

The nocturnal air was crisp and cool, carrying the distinct scent of fallen leaves and a hint of woodsmoke from distant chimneys. A gentle breeze rustled the remaining leaves, causing them to dance and swirl in small eddies across the asphalt.

The atmosphere was quiet, with few pedestrians in sight, and most shops and houses were dark, their occupants having retired for the night. It was a time when the city seemed to take a breath, pausing in the transition from day to night, creating an atmosphere of solitude and contemplation.

The journey remained discreet, the car's headlights cutting through the darkness as they cautiously made their way through the winding streets, a sense of secrecy and caution guiding their path to ensure they went unnoticed.

While en route, as the car traversed dimly lit streets, Jongin sat in the backseat, tension palpable in the confined space. Mr. Jisoo cast a concerned gaze in his direction through his rearview mirror, his eyes emanating care and empathy. It was evident that Mr. Jisoo sought a heartfelt conversation with the troubled man behind him.

"Jongin," Mr. Jisoo initiated in a soothing tone, bearing the warmth of a grandfather, "I comprehend your apprehensions regarding our safety, and I am grateful for your intentions. Please consider this our way of extending a helping hand. We've grown genuinely fond of you during your stay, and we cannot allow you to venture into the darkness alone."

Jongin's gaze met Mr. Jisoo's in the mirror, and he sighed, his emotions conflicted between gratitude and guilt. "I know but still... I don't wish to place you or your family in danger. Those pursuing me won't hesitate to harm anyone who helps me."

Mr. Jisoo offered a kindly smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Don't worry, Jongin, you are not alone in this. We will find a means to ensure your safety."

The moment Jongin's feet touched the pavement in his tranquil neighborhood, the stillness of the fall night enveloped them in a shroud of secrecy. Every footstep felt like an intrusion on the silence that hung heavy in the air. Mr. Jisoo, keen to shield Jongin from prying eyes, opted for the discreet entrance through the back kitchen door, a path less likely to draw attention.

With Jongin cradled in his arms, Mr. Jisoo ushered him inside. The house seemed like a different world altogether. Mr. Jisoo, with a deliberate touch, extinguished all sources of light, save for a solitary table lamp. The room remained dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls, a refuge from the watchful gaze of the neighborhood.

Upon reaching the apartment, Jongin was met with a profound silence. Baekhyun's absence weighed heavily on his mind, and though worry gnawed at him, he chose to withhold his concerns from Mr. Jisoo, retaining his anxieties as a private burden.

In an act of unwavering caution, Mr. Jisoo took it upon himself to seal the windows, closing off any avenue for curious eyes. It was as if the world outside ceased to exist, cocooning Jongin in a sanctuary of secrecy.

Mr. Jisoo handed Jongin an old phone, his own number registered on speed dial—a lifeline should danger come knocking. A bundle of cash was left to ensure Jongin could discreetly order food and essentials for his quiet existence. A bag of medications, a balm for his injuries, stood as a silent companion.

As the old man finally bade Jongin farewell and slipped out through the back door, Jongin's eyes glistened with unshed tears. The urge to call them back, to keep them by his side, tugged at his heart, but he knew that this quiet departure was their safest bet. The car's engine rumbled to life, and they drove off, leaving behind no trace of their departure.

Alone in the dimness, Jongin contemplated reaching out to Baekhyun. He's unsure if Baekhyun was alive as fear of exposing their precarious situation held him back. Instead, he chose to message his family, sharing a cryptic message to let them know he was alive but on the run, and cautioning them not to seek him out.

Meanwhile, as Mr. Jisoo drove back home, his heart weighed heavy with empathy for Jongin. The harrowing events seemed to mirror the tragic fate of his late son, the father of his Kyong, his grandson. This shared sorrow had compelled him to come to Jongin's aid when he found him unconscious by the riverbank.

Their arrival home was met with an unsettling sight. The front door stood ajar, a stark anomaly to how they had left it. Mr. Jisoo's instincts kicked into overdrive, prompting him to park behind a line of cars, shielding their presence. He gestured to his grandson to remain silent as his eyes scanned for any sign of intruders. Jongin's earlier warning about being pursued by someone seemed to be ringing true. Mr. Jisoo was grateful for having heeded Jongin's advice and taken him away; the alternative fate now seemed far too dire.

With trepidation, Mr. Jisoo hid within the confines of his car, observing two shadowy figures exiting his home. The night remained oblivious to their presence, seemingly undisturbed by the trespassers. Mr. Jisoo maintained his vigil, fearing that they might uncover him and emerge as a new threat. His heart raced with anticipation and anxiety, a silent battle in the dimly lit street.

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Monday Came...

Baekhyun was sitting in his classroom, scribbling notes when his phone suddenly buzzed. He glanced at the screen to see an unexpected message from his school authorities. It read: 'Mr. Byun, please come to the school office immediately.'

His heart raced as he wondered what might be the reason for this summons. It couldn't be good; he was convinced he hadn't done anything wrong. Gathering his books and a knot of anxiety in his stomach, he made his way to the school office.

Upon entering, the stern-faced secretary greeted him with a polite smile and asked him to take a seat. Baekhyun couldn't help but fidget nervously while he waited. His mind raced, contemplating various scenarios.

Finally, the school's Dean appeared, holding a neatly printed receipt in hand. He looked at Baekhyun with an air of formality before he spoke, "Baekhyun, I'm here to give you this." He handed over the receipt, and Baekhyun's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the words 'Full Tuition Fees Paid' boldly written at the top.

He stammered in shock, "I...I don't understand. Who did this?"

The dean smiled kindly, "It was a generous anonymous donation. Someone wanted to ensure your tuition fees were fully covered."

Baekhyun's heart raced even faster, and he was nearly breathless. He knew there was only one person who could have done this – Park Chanyeol, the enigmatic Mafia don. The realization filled him with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. He was beyond grateful but also slightly awed by Chanyeol's gesture.

"Thank you," Baekhyun managed to say, his voice filled with sincerity and astonishment. He left the office with the receipt clutched in his hand, knowing that his life had taken an unexpected turn, and it was all thanks to the mysterious benefactor he couldn't help but think of.

The school day had finally come to an end, and Baekhyun was packing his books into his backpack, still reeling from the shock of having his tuition fees fully paid by the anonymous benefactor. As he zipped up his bag, Mark, his close friend, approached with a friendly smile.

Mark draped an arm over Baekhyun's shoulder, pulling him into a quick, affectionate hug. "Hey, Baekhyun! Congrats on that anonymous favor you got. You're one lucky guy."

Baekhyun's eyes sparkled with gratitude as he accepted the congratulations. "I know, Mark. It's unbelievable. I never expected this."

Mark chuckled and teased Baekhyun, "Well, you know, if you ever find out who this generous person is, be sure to link me up with a cousin or brother of theirs. Seems like they've got a big heart and a deep pocket."

Baekhyun laughed, sharing the light-hearted moment with his friend. "I'll keep that in mind, Mark. But honestly, I have no idea who it could be."

As they walked out of the school building, their laughter and camaraderie filled the air. Baekhyun couldn't help but feel grateful for the support and friendship he had, even as the mystery of his benefactor loomed in the back of his mind, leaving him with a sense of wonder and curiosity about the person who had changed his life.

As Baekhyun reached the front of the school, he bid Mark a friendly goodbye, and they went their separate ways. Mark lived in a different direction, making it impossible to offer him a ride. Baekhyun walked alone to the nearby bus stop and took a seat, planning to take his usual car home.

Two minutes later, he noticed a familiar black jeep pulling over at the curb. The tinted windows obscured the occupants at first, but as the front passenger window rolled down, a delighted smile broke across Baekhyun's face. It was Sehun behind the wheel accompanied by another Capo.

They exchanged warm smiles and greeting as Sehun gestured for Baekhyun to hop in, and with a sense of gratitude, Baekhyun climbed into the car. The jeep pulled away from the bus stop, and they began their journey home.

Baekhyun couldn't help but constantly remember what the school dean had told him about his tuition fees being fully paid. Deep down, he knew that Park Chanyeol was the anonymous benefactor. The realization made him blush, and a contented smile played on his lips as he sat in the back seat of the car. He felt immense gratitude to Chanyeol for his kindness, even though the enigmatic Mafia don remained a mystery to his friends.

As the jeep made its way into the opulent Fire and Light Estate, Baekhyun's heart raced, but this time, it was with anticipation and gratitude. He knew that in one way or the other, he had to face Park Chanyeol after that intense kiss they had shared. It was a moment he couldn't forget, and he knew he couldn't simply ignore it. He wanted to thank Chanyeol for what he'd done for him and his mother, but the complexity of their relationship weighed heavily on his mind.

The jeep came to a halt at the front of the imposing mansion, and Baekhyun stepped out, offering a respectful bow to the soldiers who had grown accustomed to his presence. Initially, they had been distant, but after seeing him being taken to school and brought back by the head Capo every day, they had come to understand that Baekhyun held a unique place in Chanyeol's world.

With a sense of confidence, Baekhyun entered the mansion, greeted by the familiar sight of his friend Kyungsoo, who was engaged in conversation with Hawk. Eager to reconnect, Baekhyun rushed over to Hawk and embraced him warmly. "Capo Hawk, how's your injury from the attack?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Hawk smiled, the corner of his eyes crinkling with warmth. "I'm far better now, thanks to your concern, Baekhyun. Back to work and ready to roll."

As they settled into the living room, Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, and Hawk began to chat, catching up on the events of the day and exchanging stories. Baekhyun wanted to know how everything had been in his absence, and Kyungsoo was equally interested in the developments at school. The conversation flowed easily, weaving between laughter and shared experiences, creating a sense of warmth and camaraderie within the walls of the luxurious mansion.

After their heartwarming conversation in the living room, Baekhyun decided to follow Kyungsoo into the kitchen to savor one of his culinary delights. He pulled out a kitchen stool and sat on it, waiting patiently for Kyungsoo to prepare his meal. However, snippets of thoughts about Chanyeol filled Baekhyun's mind, making it difficult for him to focus entirely on the meal at hand.

Kyungsoo served a healthy, delicious meal, specially crafted to avoid cucumber and garlic due to Baekhyun's allergies. They sat down together, enjoying their dinner and engaging in casual conversation about various topics.

After they had finished eating, Baekhyun excused himself, heading into his room for a refreshing shower before diving into his books to catch up on his studies.

However, as the night wore on, Chanyeol had not yet returned. It was past 11 pm, and the absence of the Don, and Sottocapo Minseok, began to gnaw at Baekhyun's thoughts, filling him with worry. Unable to contain his concern, he found himself pacing around his room, occasionally walking down to the kitchen to get nothing, hoping for a glimpse of Chanyeol's return. But there was no sign of the enigmatic Mafia lord, and Kyungsoo had ventured over to Sehun's quarters, which left Baekhyun slightly perplexed by their ever-shifting relationship. Kyungsoo's sudden departure to Sehun's quarters had only added to Baekhyun's confusion. Their relationship, as complex as the Mafia world itself, could turn from camaraderie to rivalry in the blink of an eye. But at this moment, Baekhyun's thoughts were occupied by one person, and one person alone: Park Chanyeol.

He yearned to see him, to know that he was safe, to be reassured by his presence. The desire to be close to Chanyeol had become a persistent yearning that he couldn't shake off. Baekhyun's mind replayed their shared moments, from their first heated kiss to the tenderness in Chanyeol's eyes when he grabbed him that night.

As the hours dragged on and it was well past midnight, Baekhyun found himself tossing and turning on his bed, his thoughts in turmoil. He still couldn't shake off the image of that electrifying scene they had shared, and the sheer frustration of still not knowing Chanyeol's whereabouts weighed heavily on him. With every sigh and every turn, he was lost in the labyrinth of his emotions, yearning for answers, reassurance, and, perhaps, another encounter that could untangle the complex web of their connection. The mysterious man had left an indelible mark on Baekhyun, and now, in the quiet of his room, he found himself unable to escape Chanyeol's magnetic pull, leaving him restless and conflicted.

Exhausted from the restless night filled with worry and longing, Baekhyun reluctantly forced himself to sleep, knowing he had an 8 a.m. class to attend the following morning. However, the elusive figure of Chanyeol continued to dominate his thoughts, making sleep an elusive escape.

Unbeknownst to Baekhyun, Chanyeol had returned in the early hours, at 1:20 a.m., his silent entrance unnoticed. The enigmatic don had slipped into the mansion like a shadow, but the chance for their paths to cross in the night remained elusive.

The next morning, Baekhyun went about his usual routine, following his morning rituals. He made his bed, brushed his teeth, took a shower, and dressed in preparation for his day at school. With a tinge of excitement and anticipation, he went downstairs to meet Kyungsoo. As he inquired about Chanyeol's whereabouts, a hint of disappointment shadowed his face when Kyungsoo informed him that the Don had left.

As he headed to school, thoughts of Chanyeol swirled in his mind, a bittersweet melody that accompanied him throughout the day. His mood was tinged with sadness, but he resolved to focus on his studies and momentarily set aside his longing.

Upon his return home, another surprise awaited him. There, on his bed, sat a set of shopping bags and gift bags, brimming with luxury. Baekhyun's curiosity was piqued, his heart racing with anticipation. He understood that someone like Chanyeol was known for his extravagant gestures.

With a heavy heart, Baekhyun approached his bed and began to unpack the bags. They revealed an assortment of clothing, shoes, watches, belts, sunglasses, and, to his astonishment, his required textbooks and handouts for school, a thoughtful gesture that brought tears to his eyes.

But the surprises didn't end there. Baekhyun's heart raced even faster as he uncovered a brand-new iPhone, the latest version, with a note that read, "I hope you like it." He couldn't believe the generosity that unfolded before his eyes. In another bag, there was Baekhyun's iPhone, which had been confiscated by the Don. However, this time, the phone had been repaired and looked brand new, resulting in him now having two iPhones. Baekhyun's mouth fell agape in surprise.

With trembling hands, he reached for the last bag, which held a gleaming MacBook. Another note accompanied this gift, which read, "For your studies." The floodgates of emotion burst open as Baekhyun wept in gratitude.

At this moment, he longed to see Chanyeol like never before. He yearned to express his gratitude, to hug the man, and perhaps, if fate allowed, to share another kiss, to convey his overwhelming feelings of appreciation and longing. Baekhyun knew that Chanyeol had not just touched his life but had left an indelible mark on his heart.

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Baekhyun was engrossed in his own world, preparing for an evening shower as the clock neared 7 p.m. when he heard the familiar sound of Chanyeol's car pulling into the driveway. As was his recent custom, he couldn't resist the urge to steal a glance through the window to catch a glimpse of Chanyeol's arrival. This time, Sehun was in the company, and it was Sehun who opened the car door for the Mafia Don. Baekhyun, peeking from the window, experienced a strange surge of excitement upon seeing Chanyeol step out of the car.

It had been three days... Three fucking days.

Chanyeol had developed the routine of discreetly glancing towards the window to see if Baekhyun was observing him, and this evening was no different. Their eyes met briefly, but in contrast to their prior encounters, instead of quickly closing the window, Baekhyun stood his ground, captivated by Chanyeol's gentle gaze. His cheeks flushed, and his heart raced, as if they had been separated for years. A sense of longing enveloped them. Chanyeol made his way into the mansion, a soft smile gracing his face.

Baekhyun couldn't resist the magnetic pull and, even as Chanyeol began to ascend the stairs, he surreptitiously observed the Don from the partially open door of his room. Chanyeol, ever the vigilant observer, was aware of Baekhyun's discreet gaze.

Around 8:30 p.m., the urge to see Chanyeol face-to-face around the house grew stronger within Baekhyun. He decided to venture down to the kitchen, his footsteps cautious. Maybe he can see Chanyeol anywhere around the house. As he approached the kitchen, Chanyeol was there, and Baekhyun hesitated, wondering whether to retreat to his room or continue. At that very moment, Chanyeol glanced up and met his gaze. Caught in the act, Baekhyun swiftly bowed in greeting, his emotions an intricate blend of curiosity and anxiety. Chanyeol, who had been in the process of making himself a cup of green tea, watched Baekhyun's approach with a hint of intrigue, their silent exchange unfolding in the gentle hum of the kitchen's ambient lighting.

After Baekhyun entered the kitchen and exchanged greetings with Chanyeol, he continued to steal glances at the man. Chanyeol was dressed in a sleek black cotton casual-sleeved T-shirt, perfectly complemented by cream-colored combat shorts. The room was infused with an unspoken tension as Chanyeol remained silent, and Baekhyun couldn't help but admire the sight of the man in front of him.

Though the Don had yet to speak, it was evident that he was aware of Baekhyun's watchful eyes. Each time their gazes met, a subtle exchange passed between them. Baekhyun's gaze would dart away quickly, and he'd move toward the cupboard housing the glass cups for water. His heart raced with every stolen glance, and he hoped Chanyeol couldn't hear the fluttering of his nerves.

Chanyeol, with an enigmatic smirk, savored the electricity in the air. The unspoken attraction that simmered between them was palpable, a dance of desire and curiosity that neither of them was ready to put into words just yet.

"How long do you intend to keep avoiding me, Baekhyun?" Chanyeol's voice was laced with a mixture of frustration and longing as he finally confronted Baekhyun, his tone tinged with three days of pent-up emotions. Since the revelation of Baekhyun's secret note and their fiery first kiss, Baekhyun had consciously stayed out of Chanyeol's path.

"I'm...not... avoiding you," Baekhyun responded, his words coated in a thin veneer of deceit. He desperately hoped that Chanyeol might buy this lie, but the man's incredulous scoff shattered that hope. "Well... It doesn't seem like it to me. I've seen you peeking through your window and door ever since I returned." Baekhyun stood there, his heart racing, and a churning feeling of unease welling up within him. He hadn't known that Chanyeol had been closely watching his every move.

"I wasn't looking at you; I was looking at the sky," Baekhyun insisted, trying to mask the embarrassment that had colored his cheeks.

Chanyeol raised an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. "The sky? Even through the door? I see..."

Baekhyun mumbled, "I just came to get a glass of juice for myself," as he slowly made his way to the fridge with the glass cup. He fumbled with a jar of freshly homemade juice by Kyungsoo, uncapping it, but remained awkwardly rooted in front of the open fridge, unable to meet Chanyeol's intense gaze. Baekhyun found himself in an embarrassingly awkward moment, standing in front of the open fridge, doing absolutely nothing. It was as if he had frozen in time, caught in the crossfire of his own thoughts. Chanyeol's suggestion cut through the silence, and Baekhyun's face flushed with more embarrassment.

Chanyeol couldn't help but tease, "Are you going to take that juice and shut the fridge, or you wanna go into the fridge and shut the door behind you, which one?"

The heat of embarrassment rushed to Baekhyun's cheeks, and he couldn't believe he had been caught in such an awkward situation. He decided to opt for the first choice, his hand reaching out to shut the fridge door. With the full jar of juice and a glass cup in tow, he moved to the counter where Chanyeol was seated.

They stayed there, the air filled with palpable tension and unspoken words, both seemingly unsure of how to break the ice. The awkwardness hung in the kitchen, a silent reminder of the unspoken attraction that simmered between them. Trying to ease the tension, Baekhyun decided to continue the conversation, "I went back to school; with all my tuition fees fully paid and textbooks and handouts fully purchased, thank you."

"You're welcome," Chanyeol replied, sipping from his cup of green tea.

Baekhyun thought that for Chanyeol to acknowledge this, means he was the philanthropic figure who cleared all his tuition fees until his finals. He hesitates for a moment before he continues, "I...got a new phone, my own phone and a MacBook for my studies and I also got all other gifts you bought for me, thank you."

Chanyeol shrugged nonchalantly. "It's nothing. I've had them for a while." Chanyeol said, "I hope you like them though?"

Baekhyun blushed and replied with a soft, "I love them." but Baekhyun's curiosity got the better of him, "Why didn't you give them to me, then?"

Chanyeol's gaze softened as he admitted, "Because I was so mad at you."

Baekhyun's heart sank for a moment, but then he asked, "Are you still mad at me?"

Chanyeol's reply was filled with sincerity, "Not anymore."

A genuine smile crossed Baekhyun's lips. "I'm sorry."

Chanyeol reassured him, "No need to be sorry. I can't stay angry at you forever. It's not your fault, so it's fine."

Baekhyun glanced in the direction of his room. "I should go to my room." Quietly he poured himself juice, put the jar back into the fridge, and grabbed a pack of potato chips.

Chanyeol nodded but couldn't help but tease him again, "Are you feeling sleepy already, or do you just want an escape from being in the same space with me again?"

Baekhyun chuckled, "Not really-"

Chanyeol interrupted, "See a movie with me, then."

Baekhyun was taken aback. "What? Me?"

Chanyeol nodded, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Yes, you. Baekhyun...who else?"

Baekhyun's response was a simple, "Oh," but underneath that word lay a world of unspoken emotions and a glimmer of hope for what their future held. After that sizzling, unforgettable kiss they had shared in the depths of the night three days ago, Baekhyun found himself ensnared in an endless loop of thoughts, each one inevitably leading back to Chanyeol. It was as if Chanyeol's image had been etched into his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't erase it. The way their lips had met, their heartbeats echoing in unison, lingered in his memory like a seductive melody he couldn't escape. Baekhyun couldn't understand it – this longing, this yearning – but he couldn't deny it either.

On the other side of this unpredictable attraction, Chanyeol, the enigmatic mafia don, was wrestling with his own thoughts. He had yearned to have Baekhyun to himself from the moment their paths had collided, but their meeting had been far from ideal. There had been tension, misunderstandings, and even hostility. Chanyeol had been willing to let go, to accept the idea that some things were not meant to be. But then, a lifeline had appeared in the form of that note Baekhyun had penned, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. It was a fragile bridge between them, a chance at redemption. And it was that fragile bridge that had led to the incendiary kiss that had left them both breathless and craving more.

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As the two of them settled into the in-house plush cinema seats, Park Chanyeol experienced a whirlwind of emotions. He had invited Baekhyun to join him for a movie, not solely for the sake of companionship, but to bridge the lingering gap between them following their passionate kiss.

The theater's lights dimmed, and the film gracefully began. An undeniable tension filled the air as they both fixed their gaze on the screen. The scenes unfolding on the silver screen stirred something within Baekhyun, causing his heart to quicken. He couldn't deny his growing attraction to Chanyeol. It was during a particularly romantic scene that left Baekhyun visibly blushing that Chanyeol decided to break the ice. "Are you alright?"

Baekhyun glanced at Chanyeol, blinking, and replied softly, "Hmm?" Confusion clouded his eyes.

"Your cheeks are flushed. Is it because of the kiss scene we just witnessed?" Chanyeol asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Baekhyun's lips parted, leaving him momentarily speechless. "No, it's not that," he responded, averting his gaze, embarrassed by Chanyeol's observation. The atmosphere between them grew dense and awkward, yet Baekhyun resisted the urge to flee from the movie theater, a testament to his desire to spend time with the man beside him. He took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to ease the tension.

Chanyeol observed Baekhyun silently, his eyes filled with longing for the younger man, and he began, "Baekhyun, I've been thinking... about the other night."

Baekhyun interjected, "Yes, about the other night. I'm sorry."

Chanyeol frowned, puzzled by the apology. Didn't that kiss hold significance for them? "Why are you sorry?"

A faint blush colored both sides of Baekhyun's cheeks as he hesitantly opened up, "You know, I've never kissed a man before." His voice conveyed a mixture of vulnerability and newfound self-awareness. "I didn't even realize I wanted it until... until you kissed me." Baekhyun met Chanyeol's gaze, revealing the complexity of his emotions. "I've always felt something whenever you looked at me, or just when I sensed your presence, but I couldn't put a name to it. It was like this unspoken attraction, and I liked it, even though I didn't understand it."

He continued, his words tinged with regret, "When you kissed me, it was as if I'd finally found something I'd been missing. I felt like I existed, truly, for the first time. I wasn't embarrassed; I was just taken by surprise. Everything happened so quickly, and I couldn't process it properly. I'm sorry for my reaction." Baekhyun's eyes held a blend of uncertainty and hope as he sought Chanyeol's understanding, baring the turbulent journey of self-discovery and the evolving emotions that had caught him off guard.

Chanyeol leaned in closer, his fingers gently tucking away a few strands of hair from Baekhyun's face, allowing him to see the younger man's visage more clearly in the dimly lit room. He whispered tenderly, "Baekhyun, the truth is, I can't stop thinking about that night. About us."

Baekhyun's cheeks blazed with a deeper hue as he meet Chanyeol's gaze. "Chanyeol, it was just a kiss, right? I mean, it doesn't mean anything more, does it?"

The dimmed cinema surrounded them with an air of anticipation as their eyes locked. Chanyeol's sincerity shone brightly as he responded, "Baekhyun, I won't deny that I've wanted to get to know you better from the moment we met, but that kiss, it meant something to me. It was more than settling scores. It was... a connection."

Baekhyun's heart quickened its rhythm, and he couldn't maintain eye contact, finding Chanyeol's gaze almost too intense. "Chanyeol, I've been dwelling on it too. I can't seem to get it out of my mind too."

Chanyeol gently reached out, lifting Baekhyun's chin to hold their gaze locked in an intimate stare. "You asked me what I wanted from you. Maybe I should make it clear. Baekhyun, maybe we should give 'us' a chance, see where it leads. I don't want to stop thinking about you, and I don't want you to stop thinking about me either."

"Why me?" Baekhyun asked.

"I can't say for sure, but perhaps I'll figure it out with time. Who knows; you might not like me then, but maybe you'll dislike me a little less."

Baekhyun's lips curved into a tentative smile as they leaned closer, their faces almost touching. "Maybe, Chanyeol, just maybe." Chanyeol's gaze fixed on Baekhyun, his eyes reflecting a profound love and admiration for the person before him. A soft smile gently tugged at the corner of his lips, a mixture of tenderness and determination evident in his expression.

"Baekhyun...look, I may not be perfect," he began, his voice filled with sincerity, "but I'm willing to try. I am sorry I didn't ask you the first time, but I'm gonna ask you now." Chanyeol's words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.

Baekhyun locked eyes with Chanyeol, his heart racing in his chest. His breath caught in the back of his throat, and he swallowed nervously, lips glistening. He could feel Chanyeol's hungry eyes on him, igniting a fiery desire within him.

"Ask me what?" Baekhyun whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation and vulnerability.

Chanyeol leaned in, his voice a soft, seductive murmur. "Do I have your permission to kiss you? Because I've been dying to do it from the moment our eyes met from that window." Baekhyun felt the heat of a blush creeping up his cheeks, an unmistakable telltale sign of the desire he had harbored for so long. With a nervous nod, he granted his permission, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them any longer.

With that tantalizing prospect, they closed the gap between them, sharing a second kiss that was more passionate and loaded with meaning. When Chanyeol leaned in, capturing Baekhyun's lips with his own, it felt as if time itself stood still.

Their lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss that sent shivers down Baekhyun's spine. He felt the warmth of Chanyeol's breath against his skin, igniting a fire within him. Baekhyun's hand found their way to Chanyeol's nape, fingers curling into his hair as their kiss deepened.

Their tongues moved in a sensual dance, and Baekhyun couldn't help but release soft, involuntary moans of pleasure as Chanyeol's skilled lips and tongue weaved their magic. Each brush of Chanyeol's lips against his own sent waves of desire coursing through Baekhyun's body.

Amid the intense exchange of sensations, their whispered promises emerged as secret vows. Chanyeol's deep, husky voice caressed Baekhyun's ears, brimming with longing and remorse. "I'm sorry, Baekhyun," he murmured, his lips barely parting from Baekhyun's. "I never intended to hurt you. I promise to make it up to you."

Baekhyun's breath hitched, and their gaze locked, the undeniable depth of their connection a tangible presence. "Chanyeol, I want to believe you," he whispered, his voice trembling with a blend of vulnerability and desire. "I want this as much as you do."

With that, they rekindled the passionate kiss, movie forgotten, their lips locked in a fervent embrace, sealing the unspoken promise of a fresh start and a love yet to be explored.

Baekhyun responded to Chanyeol's kiss with an intensity that ignited a spark in their connection. In the midst of their heated kiss, Chanyeol's lips couldn't help but curl into a delighted grin, playfully triggering a pout from Baekhyun. "What's funny?" Baekhyun inquired.

"Nothing much," Chanyeol, his eyes gleaming with laughter, responded as they reluctantly parted, "I couldn't help but chuckle because I never expected you to be such an amazing kisser, especially considering how much you pretended to hate me." He playfully winked.

In response, Baekhyun laughed wholeheartedly, and with a playful jab to Chanyeol's chest, he gently pushed him away, teasingly retorting, "Oh, please, as if I ever hated you."
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Authors note📝
Alright... Heads up, there's going to be a lot more action in the upcoming chapters, and by action, I mean the 'V-word.' 💀 with Chanyeol and Baekhyun's relationship heading towards Ahem-Ahem👀

Questions:

1. How do you feel about the development in Chanyeol and Baekhyun's relationship?

2. If you were in Baekhyun's shoes, would you consider giving Chanyeol a chance, even knowing he's involved in the Mafia?

3. What are your thoughts on your suspicions regarding Minseok's character? Why do you think he's targeting Jongin? (By now, you might have a clue that he wants to eliminate him, but why?)