The black convoy glided smoothly through the city, and as they approached Sogang University, Baekhyun, hesitatingly, requested, "Don Chanyeol, please, is it possible I alight by the bus stop? I can walk down."

Initially resistant, Chanyeol questioned why he should let his boyfriend walk when they could drive. Baekhyun persistently begged, and finally, Chanyeol relented, reminding him that it was a one-time exception.

As Baekhyun smiled and prepared to step out, Chanyeol softly tugged his sleeve, eyes lingering on Baekhyun's glossy lips, "Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?"

Blushing, Baekhyun, mindful of Minseok in the front seat, whispered, "I can't, I mean, we can't."

With a loving gaze, Chanyeol questioned, "Why is that if I may ask? Don't boyfriends kiss each other goodbye?" He hooked a finger under Baekhyun's chin, lifting his face, "Are you shy? Hmm? I want you to get used to this. I can decide that I want to kiss you anywhere and anytime and trust me, I don't give a fuck about who's watching, alright?" Baekhyun nodded gently, and with a quick peck on Chanyeol's lips, he alighted, his face flushed with a deep shade of pink as he walked to school for his afternoon classes.

As Baekhyun leisurely strolled towards the school gate, Don's sleek convoy took off, leaving him with a mix of blush and sigh, not entirely used to such public affection among the mafia members. Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar voice called out from behind, and turning around, he found Mark sprinting towards him, a pack of milkshakes in hand, panting dramatically.

Bantering about Mark's seemingly dramatic dash, they shared a laugh. Mark confessed, "I was walking until I saw you step out of that car, so I decided to run and catch up with you." Baekhyun teased about Mark's unexpected fitness routine, and soon, Mark unveiled a strawberry-flavored milkshake, claiming it was a necessary purchase from the store.

As they strolled together, Mark's curiosity bubbled up. "Is that your benefactor? The one who cleared your tuition to the finals?" Baekhyun caught off guard, denied it, explaining it was just a new friend from the mall. Mark exclaimed with a wow, lauding Baekhyun's recent encounters with rich people, then cheekily inquired if the friend was male or female.

Baekhyun confirmed it was a guy and, curious about Mark's sudden interest, asked why. Mark, with a nonchalant shrug, tossed a playful, "Who knows if he's single and searching?" Laughter erupted between them, with Baekhyun joining in the chase, playfully trying to catch up with Mark.

As the banter continued, Mark and Baekhyun made their way towards the university's entrance. The atmosphere lightened with each step, and Baekhyun found comfort in Mark's easygoing company. They chatted about classes, upcoming exams, and mundane yet amusing anecdotes from their lives.

Amid laughter, Baekhyun couldn't help but think about the lingering warmth of Chanyeol's hand, the soft tug on his sleeve, and the sweet kiss before parting ways. It was a stark contrast to the ordinary student life he had known, now entwined with the clandestine allure of the mafia world.

The campus buzzed with energy as students prepared for the day, unaware of the intricate ties that wove through Baekhyun's existence. Little did they know, beneath the veneer of academia, lies, and shadows of the underworld lingered—a juxtaposition that both thrilled and unnerved Baekhyun.

As the duo approached the main academic building, they spotted familiar faces among the students. Baekhyun greeted some friends and exchanged light banter with others, yet the subtle thrill of secrecy lingered beneath the surface. With Mark by his side, Baekhyun navigated the intricate dance between two worlds, wondering how much longer he could keep the delicate balance intact.

The day unfolded with the usual rhythm of lectures and campus life, but beneath the ordinary façade, Baekhyun's mind buzzed with the echoes of the morning's moments with the Don. The intertwining threads of his life, like an intricate tapestry, continued to weave a narrative that blurred the lines between the mundane and the extraordinary.

Two hours later, Baekhyun's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the mysterious "D" on his phone screen from Bear. His mind raced, contemplating the significance of that single letter. He furrowed his brows, wondering if it was a cryptic message from Jongin, considering the dangerous circumstances surrounding his friend's life.

Intrigued and slightly anxious, Baekhyun replied, "D? What does that mean?" His fingers hovered over the keys, anticipating Jongin's response. The seconds stretched, and Baekhyun's imagination ran wild with possible meanings for that enigmatic letter.

As he waited for Jongin's reply, Baekhyun couldn't shake the underlying worry that the "D" might be a signal or warning related to the perilous situation Jongin was in. The delicate dance between the ordinary life of a university student and the shadowy secrets of the Mafia seemed to grow more complex with each passing moment.

As Baekhyun anxiously waited, the weight of each passing moment felt like an eternity. His phone buzzed again, revealing the enigmatic name 'Dae-Hyun.' Memories flooded back—Dae-Hyun, the friend from their pub days, the same person Jongin had recommended for laying low.

Baekhyun, torn between the world of books and the impending danger, made a choice. The delicate dance with secrets continued, weaving through the complexities of loyalty and the bonds forged in the heart of the city's underworld. The quest for Jongin's safety propelled him forward, into a realm where alliances and friendships blurred against the backdrop of a Mafia's intricate tapestry. The waiting game had ended, and Baekhyun stepped into the pulse of a life defined by the decisions he made in the glooms.

With an air of nonchalance, Baekhyun excused himself from Mark under the guise of making a call. He grabbed his backpack, the pulsating urgency in his veins dictated a different path—one that led him into the labyrinth of the city's secrets. As he slipped away from the lecture hall, Baekhyun navigated the corridors with practiced stealth, each step propelled by the shadows of the underworld. The message was simple yet laden with unspoken urgency, "Dae-Hyun." Goosebumps cascaded down Baekhyun's spine as he grappled with the realization that Jongin was seeking refuge with an old ally. The quiet corridors of academia transformed into a clandestine path leading him back to the shadows he thought he'd left behind.

The city, bustling with its rhythm, seemed unaware of the clandestine journey unfolding within its folds. Baekhyun's destination was Dae-Hyun's place, the nexus where Jongin sought refuge. The day embraced secrecy, and Baekhyun moved like a ghost, vanishing into the unknown with a determination fueled by loyalty and the unspoken bonds forged in the crucible of danger.

As he approached Dae-Hyun's neighborhood, the weight of the moment pressed upon him. The thought of Mafia Capos lurking near the bus stop lingered in his mind—a chilling reminder of the stakes involved. Baekhyun's quest was a delicate dance on the tightrope of discretion, a thread woven between the ordinary world of academia and the clandestine existence he now navigated.

The city streets painted a canvas of uncertainty, but Baekhyun's determination burned bright. His pursuit of Jongin, the friend entangled in the twisted web of Mafia affairs, transcended the boundaries of the ordinary. As he reached Dae-Hyun's neighborhood, the anticipation of revelations and dangers heightened, setting the stage for the next chapter in the intricate tale of the Mafia's shadows.

Upon arriving at Dae-Hyun's door, Baekhyun hesitated before knocking. Jongin opened the door, and the relief on his face was palpable. Baekhyun, without saying a word, almost crushed Jongin in a tight hug, tears threatening to escape his eyes.

Jongin, in a hoarse voice, asked, "Were you followed?" Baekhyun quickly reassured him, explaining that he left through the university's back gate to avoid suspicion.

Dae-Hyun's studio apartment exuded a masculine charm with its carefully chosen decor. The paintings on the walls showcased bold strokes and vivid colors, giving the place an artsy vibe. A dedicated game corner suggested a penchant for entertainment, complete with a console and comfortable gaming chair. The couch, strategically placed to allow for optimal relaxation, anchored the living space, with a clear division leading to the bedroom section. The kitchen area boasted modern simplicity, and a glance beyond revealed a balcony adorned with workout equipment, hinting at a commitment to fitness.

As Baekhyun asked about Dae-Hyun's whereabouts, Jongin explained that he was out of town, having contacted him for the spare keys. Jongin maneuvered through the living room with the help of his clutch, drawing Baekhyun's gaze to the stark reality of the incident at the shipyard that left his flatmate disabled.

Seated on the couch, Baekhyun took in the unique yet simple nature of the apartment. His curiosity prompted him to seek answers from Jongin, urging him not to omit any details. "What happened, Jongin? Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single thing, because the last time we spoke, you came in, grabbed your things, and left without a word."

Jongin, looking into Baekhyun's eyes, suddenly felt a wave of shame wash over him. He began confessing, recounting a fateful encounter some months back at the pub.

—A flashback unfolded at the pub as Jongin served drinks at a VIP table occupied by Minseok, Sehun, and Hawk. He observed Minseok beckon Sehun, engaging in a hushed conversation that triggered an uneasy feeling within Jongin. The man with the neck tattoo—Sehun laughed unexpectedly, grabbing his glass of whiskey, leaving Jongin to ponder the sinister undercurrents at play.

In the dimly lit ambiance of the pub, Minseok's gaze bore into every move Jongin made, sending an uncomfortable shiver down Jongin's spine. The unnerving attention from Minseok left Jongin on edge, unsure of what had garnered such scrutiny.

Sehun, perhaps sensing Jongin's unease, called him over, a casual wave inviting him to their table. Jongin hesitated for a moment, apprehension clouding his features, but curiosity got the better of him. As he approached, Sehun handed him an envelope, containing a generous tip of a thousand US dollars. Speechless, Jongin initially rejected the unexpected windfall, but Minseok, undeterred, insisted, "Take it," a subtle authority in his demeanor.

Gratitude flooded Jongin as he finally accepted the tip, but the encounter didn't conclude there. Minseok, the enigmatic figure in this peculiar trio, halted Jongin as he prepared to leave. Extracting a wallet, Minseok retrieved a business card and extended it to Jongin. "I can see you appreciate what he gave you. If you're interested in more opportunities, here's my card. Give me a call." Jongin, skeptical but not wanting to offend, bowed respectfully before accepting the card. As he turned to attend to other tables, the trio vanished, leaving behind an air of mystery and intrigue in the pub's atmosphere. How they left remained a mystery to Jongin.

The ominous decision to contact Minseok hovered in Jongin's mind for two days before curiosity overcame caution. He contacted Minseok, who cryptically instructed him to wait at the bus stop near the pub. Jongin, adorned in anticipation after work and dressed for the unknown, stood by the dimly lit bus stop, feeling a chill run down his spine.

A sleek black Mercedes van pulled over after a short wait, and to Jongin's recognition, Sehun sat in the passenger seat, signaling him to enter. Fear clung to Jongin as he cautiously stepped into the van. Little did he know that this seemingly ordinary ride would be the gateway to a place named Hell.

Inside, Jongin was confronted with a sinister proposition: eliminate captives, and he could leave with three bundles of U.S. dollar bills. The money was too sweet to be real and the crushing weight of debts and financial woes urged Jongin to make a grim decision, leading him into the dark abyss of becoming a hired killer.

From the hellish ordeal, Jongin was relocated to a dreary quarter with the blood money they provided. Hours later, Sehun, draped in a black cloak, appeared, instructing Jongin to wear a similar one. Throughout this harrowing experience, Baekhyun's calls went unanswered, and eventually, Sehun seized Jongin's phone. Led alongside other recruits, Jongin found himself on the precipice of Cloud 4, where the initiation into a twisted world awaited him.

—Back to the present, Jongin's revelation echoed through the room, leaving Baekhyun speechless, struggling to grasp the enormity of his flatmate's double life. "So, after my initiation, I became a soldier assigned to a Capo named Hawk, and because I was hardworking, I became a Capo in a few weeks and had my soldiers which did not go well with a lot of the Mafia members," Jongin confessed, his eyes reflecting the weight of the deeds he'd undertaken. "I took drills, did dirty jobs, I killed people, and, yeah, I had money. I still kept my job at the pub to avoid suspicion. But my life changed the day I took a life."

Baekhyun sat in disbelief, unable to fathom the extent of Jongin's transformation. "What happened the day you left without saying a word?" Baekhyun asked, seeking answers to the unexplained disappearance.

"An operation went sour. There was a conspiracy within the Fire & Light, and I had my suspicions, but I ended up being the victim," Jongin explained, leaving Baekhyun perplexed. "How do you mean?"

In the hushed tones of their conversation, Jongin unraveled the tale of the treacherous ambush, exposing the second-in-command's betrayal within the Fire & Light. The narrative unfolded with a sense of betrayal, chronicling the theft of valuable cocaine, the ruthless attack claiming the lives of Jongin's soldiers, and the deceitful aftermath. Baekhyun absorbed the shocking revelations, gradually comprehending the intricate layers of Mafia dynamics thrust upon him by fate.

"Who? Minseok?" Baekhyun inquired, surprising Jongin, who pondered how Baekhyun had come to know about Minseok. "You're familiar with him?" Baekhyun let out a sigh before responding. "Yes, I know him. Sotto Capo Kim Minseok,"

"Hold on, you even call him by his rank?" In an unexpected twist, Jongin, his brow furrowing with confusion, grilled Baekhyun about his mysterious absence, expressing concern about not finding him at home. Baekhyun, with a touch of mystery, spilled the beans, "I'm partially with Fire & Light now." Jongin's eyes widened in disbelief as he gasped, "Am I safe around you?" Baekhyun pouted and brushed off his worries, "Relax, I only swore to Omertà."

"You did what? How did this happen?" Jongin fired back almost immediately, suspicion lacing his tone. "How did they even get to you? You didn't follow me, did you?"

"Unfortunately, yeah, I followed you that night, Jongin. It was reckless curiosity, and little did I know it would drag me into this twisted labyrinth," Baekhyun confessed, a tinge of regret in his voice. "I followed you because you looked like someone who needed help, and I was going to call the police when I saw that they wanted to kill you. But Dae-Hyun took that as the appropriate time to call me. Guess what, the Don found me, and I was taken hostage. I guess that was the distraction you got to jump into the river."

Jongin facepalmed in sheer frustration, his hands ruffling through his hair as he whisper-yelled at Baekhyun, "You could've just come lay low here as I advised. What the hell did you get yourself into?"

Baekhyun, with a remorseful expression, stayed silent. "I was just curious to know what you had been up to. You weren't saying anything but kept acting like a ghost was after you."

"So, what happened to you?" Jongin asked, venting his annoyance. Baekhyun began unraveling his tale – from the restraints to Don's interrogation about Jongin's whereabouts, through the drills, the oath of Omertà, Chanyeol allowing him to return to school, the near-death experience orchestrated by Minseok through Capo Henry, the unexpected kiss from Chanyeol, and up to the present moment.

Jongin, his eyes wide in shock, questioned Baekhyun about taking the Make the Bone test, to which Baekhyun shook his head, responding, "I only took the Oath of Omertà and was later assigned to the Don."

"You were what?" Jongin exclaimed in disbelief. "Let me see the mark on your back." Baekhyun swiftly discarded his shirt, revealing the mark to Jongin. The words that followed were heavy with concern, "He marked you, Baekhyun. That's his mark, fire. Bro, you can't escape him, you are doomed. Unless you cut off the entire flesh with the mark. But you have your blood on paper. So it's not even a guarantee." Jongin expressed his sadness through words, blaming himself for putting Baekhyun in danger and Baekhyun carefully buttoned his shirt, absorbing the weight of the revelation.

After a moment, Baekhyun sighed, "I guess I owe the Don now. He has me where I can't even breathe. He covered my tuition fees until my finals and paid for my mother's brain surgery. I'm lost on how to repay him, Jongin. It seems like this is my destiny; he's my boyfriend now."

"Have you two fucked?" Jongin probed, and Baekhyun shook his head, "Not yet. I don't even think he sees me that way." Baekhyun, recalling their first kiss, let out an unwitting scoff.

Out of the blue, Jongin asked, "Do you have feelings for him?"

Baekhyun met Jongin's eyes in silence and mumbled, "He's a good guy, Jongin. That's all I can say."

Jongin's scoff sliced through the air, his skepticism dismantling the fragile optimism Baekhyun had carefully built. Shaking his head, Jongin bluntly remarked, "I hope the Don isn't just playing mind games with you. Knowing him, he'll relish your company, fuck you until he's satisfied, then toss you aside like a discarded toy, ask Sofia."

The weight of Jongin's cynical words infiltrated Baekhyun's hopeful thoughts, casting a looming fear of being used and abandoned. Pacing around, he nibbled on his finger—a telltale sign of his nerves or confusion. Doubt crept into his perception of Don's feelings, darkening his mood like an impending storm. Baekhyun refused to let the potential threat of heartbreak overwhelm him. Jongin, sensing the shift in Baekhyun's demeanor, inquired if he had said something wrong, but Baekhyun shook his head. Abruptly, he turned to Jongin, eyes searching for answers in the tumultuous sea of information. "Why would Minseok go to such lengths to hijack the cocaine? He's fucking rich if you ask me," he questioned, trying to unravel the intricate web of betrayal.

Jongin's response was filled with the gravity of his discovery. "Because I stumbled upon Minseok discussing the Fire & Light's secrets with another Don. It's treason," Jongin revealed, "He didn't see me, but he suspected it was me because of the smell of my perfume that lingered around when he came peeking to see who it was that was eavesdropping." his voice carrying the weight of the revelation. "I think he wants to eliminate the Don as well or make him vanish, allowing him to take control of the Fire & Light," Jongin explained, his face bearing a mix of concern and urgency as he recounted the unsettling news to Baekhyun. "Also, I just got wind of something troubling. Mr. Jisoo, the man who took me in after the shipyard incident, has been attacked. He has a little boy named Kyong. I suspect Minseok's involvement because he sent someone to finish me off at the hospital."

A hint of desperation laced Jongin's plea as he continued, "I need your help, Baekhyun. We have to find Kyong and Mr. Jisoo, especially the hospital he was taken to. If Minseok is behind this, I fear for Mr. Jisoo's safety. We can't let him become another victim of Minseok's ruthless schemes."

The revelation sent shivers down Baekhyun's spine, his heart quickening its pace. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place – Minseok's calculated moves, the feigned jokes, and that insidious grin. "He'll use anyone as a pawn to fulfill his plans, including you," Jongin added, accentuating the danger that lurked within their Mafia world.

Dread painted Baekhyun's face as the realization dawned on him, connecting the dots of the Sotto's manipulation to bring him and the Don together. The intricate puzzle pieces were finally falling into place. With a sense of urgency, he urged Jongin, "You need to tell the Don the truth—it's the only way to save yourself."

Jongin stared at Baekhyun, contemplating how to navigate the impending revelation. "How do I approach a Don who wants me dead? He's likely to cut off my head the moment he sees me. You know how furious he is about the money."

"But you're innocent, right?" Baekhyun pressed, making Jongin bow his head in reluctant acknowledgment. "Look at what Sotto did to you. That's all the more reason you should tell the Don before he gets to you."

"Will you help me? Help me get to the Don, Baekhyun... please." Jongin pleaded.

Baekhyun studied Jongin for a moment, likely pondering the approach. "I have to go." He moved toward the window, cautiously shifting the curtains to check for suspicious movement. "Don't call me; I'll be the one making the calls." With that, he left Jongin.

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As Baekhyun boarded the taxi he had booked, a tumult of emotions stirred within him. Jongin's revelations about the dark secrets within the Fire & Light Mafia family echoed in his mind. The weight of treason and deceit left him with a profound lack of trust in anyone. The cab sped through the city, but Baekhyun was caught in the labyrinth of thoughts Jongin had unveiled, each revelation echoing like a haunting refrain.

As the cab approached the university bus stop, Baekhyun instructed the driver to pull over near the same store where Mark had emerged earlier that morning. Strategic in his actions, Baekhyun aimed to avoid drawing attention by arriving from a different direction. The ride concluded, and he swiftly navigated to the store, scanning for any familiar faces, only to find none – a relief that prompted an involuntary exhale.

Within the store, Baekhyun took the opportunity to delete the text messages sent by Bear, ensuring no trace of communication lingered. He also purchased iced tea and bubble teas in strawberry and cherry flavors. Exiting the store, pack in hand, he approached the bus stop just as a sleek black jeep pulled up, with Sehun in the passenger seat. Their eyes met, and Sehun's smile unfolded, signaling for Baekhyun to hop in, an invitation he accepted before they zoomed away.

During the ride, Baekhyun offered Sehun the iced tea, mentioning he had picked up the cherry-flavored one for Don. The gesture sparked laughter from Sehun, who, amid their earlier witnessed public display of affection, began teasing Baekhyun about his connection with the Don, a secret he had yet to share.

Continuing on their journey, Sehun playfully prodded Baekhyun with questions about his involvement with the Don. Baekhyun, maintaining a coy smile, navigated the teasing banter with responses that revealed little. The sleek black jeep maneuvered through the city's bustling streets, each passing moment heightening Baekhyun's anticipation and unease.

As they approached a discreet entrance, Sehun guided the jeep into an underground parking facility. The dimly lit surroundings added an air of secrecy to their movements. Baekhyun, glancing around, noted the absence of prying eyes, fostering a sense of confidentiality.

The duo disembarked from the vehicle, and Sehun led Baekhyun through a series of secure passages, subtly illuminated by low-level lighting. The atmosphere hinted at the clandestine nature of their destination, with every step increasing Baekhyun's curiosity and apprehension.

Finally, they arrived at a door guarded by a formidable figure – a sentinel protecting the secrets concealed within. Sehun exchanged a few hushed words with the guard, who, with a nod, granted them access to an elevator. Baekhyun's anticipation started building up. The door swung open, revealing a lavishly appointed corridor that diverged into different paths.

Sehun, signaling for Baekhyun to follow, guided him through the intricate labyrinth of the organization's inner sanctum. The Don's realm unfolded before Baekhyun's eyes, a realm of power, intrigue, and the mysterious dance of a clandestine empire.

As they approached the heart of the domain, Sehun's demeanor shifted. The playful banter ceased, replaced by a sense of formality that underscored the significance of their destination. Baekhyun, perceptive to the subtle shifts in atmosphere, braced himself for the encounter that awaited him within the inner chambers of the Fire & Light Mafia.

Approaching Chanyeol's opulent office corridor, Baekhyun felt a mix of trepidation and fascination. Sehun, silent yet present, guided him through the corridors adorned with fine art and tasteful décor.

As they approached the grand door, Sehun knocked with a rhythmic pattern, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. The door opened to reveal Don Park Chanyeol's luxurious office, bathed in soft, ambient lighting. The imposing figure of the Don stood near a panoramic window, overseeing the city.

"You are here?" the Don's deep voice resonated through the room as he turned to face them. His intense gaze met Baekhyun's, and a subtle tension filled the air. Aware of the gravity of the situation, Baekhyun approached with a respectful nod.

Sehun, stepping aside, allowed the impending conversation to unfold. Chanyeol's scrutiny seemed to dissect Baekhyun's every thought and emotion, making the silence between them palpable.

Breaking the lingering stillness, Chanyeol's lips curved into a half-smile as he approached Baekhyun. Gently, he cradled Baekhyun's face, leaving a tender kiss on his forehead before addressing him, "Word has it that you had quite the day in town. Care to fill me in?" Baekhyun, caught in the complexity of the moment, wondered how the Don found out he went out. He hesitated, pondering if it was the opportune time to share his findings about Jongin with Chanyeol.

Suddenly, Chanyeol's gaze fixated on Baekhyun's hand, drawn to the cherry bubble tea. He questioned with a playful brow, "Is that mine?" Amusement crept across his features as he took the tea pack from Baekhyun, strolling to the opulent couch in his office. His eyes lingered on Baekhyun, still, narrowing with an inscrutable intensity. "Come sit," Chanyeol commanded a cocky grin on his face, prompting Baekhyun to cautiously make his way to the couch, perching on the edge.

However, Chanyeol seemed unsatisfied. "Come closer, Baekhyun," he urged. With a heart racing in anticipation, Baekhyun shifted a little. Chanyeol's command persisted, "Closer, Baekhyun." Obediently, Baekhyun adjusted once more, earning a soft, "Better." from the Don.

As Baekhyun sat closer to the Don, Chanyeol's eyes fixed on the cherry-flavored bubble tea in his hand, contemplating it before Baekhyun broke the silence, "I did not poison that if that's what you are thinking." With a smirk, Chanyeol replied, "Far from it." He took a deliberate sip, his eyes widening with delight. "It's delicious, thank you," he muttered, putting Baekhyun at ease. Chanyeol, with a discerning look, then inquired, "So tell me, who is Dae-Hyun, and who is Bear?" The weight of the question sent a shiver down Baekhyun's spine, realizing the gravity of how Chanyeol found out and the information he was about to disclose.

Sensing Baekhyun's unease, Chanyeol spoke with reassurance, "You're safe here, Baekhyun. You're my boyfriend remember, and I won't let anyone harm you. Tell me the truth, I promise you'll be protected." Seeking assurance from both Sehun and the Don, Baekhyun took a deep breath before delving into the intricacies of his recent encounters. Sehun remained present in the room during the conversation.

As Baekhyun began recounting the events involving Dae-Hyun and Bear, Sehun leaned against the wall, his eyes occasionally flicking between Don and Baekhyun. Chanyeol listened attentively, his expression a mix of curiosity and seriousness.

Baekhyun hesitated at first, unsure of how much he should reveal. "Dae-Hyun is Jongin's friend who had absolutely nothing to do with this, and Bear is just a nickname for Jongin," he started cautiously. Chanyeol nodded, "Go on, I'm listening." he said, encouraging Baekhyun to continue.

As the narrative unfolded, detailing Jongin's situation and the shocking involvement of Minseok, the betrayal and attempted murder on Jongin's life that made him incapacitated and disabled. Chanyeol's expression shifted and he muttered curses under his breath, "That asshole," Concern etched across his face as he processed the information. Sehun maintained his silence, observing the interaction between Don and Baekhyun.

When Baekhyun finished, Chanyeol sighed, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions and anger. "I see. Thank you for telling me, Baekhyun." He paused, then continued, "We'll handle this situation carefully, and I promise to keep you safe."

Sehun, breaking his silence, added, "I'll ensure everything is in place, Don Chanyeol. We won't let his plans unfold without our knowledge."

Chanyeol then turned his attention to Baekhyun. "Baekhyun, your safety and cooperation are essential. If we are to counter Minseok effectively and find out what he's been up to, we need to act swiftly. Keep your eyes on Jongin, and don't hesitate to tell me if there's any sign of trouble."

Baekhyun, though intimidated by the escalating circumstances, steeled himself and replied, "I understand, Don Chanyeol. I'll do whatever it takes to help."

With the orders set, Chanyeol instructed Sehun to gather Capo Hawk for the mission. "Get him here immediately, Sehun. We can't afford any delays."

Sehun bowed and swiftly left the room to carry out Chanyeol's orders, leaving Don and Baekhyun in the tense atmosphere of the opulent office. Baekhyun turned to Chanyeol and pleaded; "Please, don't kill Jongin," Chanyeol leaned forward, clasping their hands together, his gaze focused on Baekhyun. "Baekhyun, listen... we're going to ensure Jongin's safety, but we need him in our custody before Minseok makes his move. So, you can't get in touch with Jongin discreetly, nor let him know the Capos are coming. We can't let him fall into Minseok's hands by trying to escape. Do you understand?"

Baekhyun, realizing the urgency of the situation, nodded determinedly.

Chanyeol, fixated on the mix of fear and determination in Baekhyun's eyes, couldn't help but find his boyfriend's resilience endearing. Rising from his chair, he flashed a smile, appreciating the unwavering loyalty Baekhyun displayed. With a sense of authority, he declared, "Come with me, Baekhyun, Let's get you back at the mansion. We'll discuss our strategy further, and I'll make sure everything is for Jongin's safety." The air in the room crackled with the intensity of the impending challenges, setting the stage for the next chapter. The two, bound by the intricate web of Mafia alliances, left Chanyeol's office, venturing into the unknown intricacies of the criminal underworld. The impending clash with Minseok and the fate of Jongin hung in the balance as they embarked on a perilous journey, guided by the tenuous threads of trust and loyalty that held the Fire & Light Family together.

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Baekhyun and Chanyeol swept into the mansion's courtyard, where the Don extended his hand for Baekhyun to alight, a subtle yet significant gesture. The Mafia soldiers, eyes sharp and glances exchanged, bowed in acknowledgment as Chanyeol returned. Unspoken understanding hung in the air.

Inside, the bustling Chef Kyungsoo, juggling between pots and pans, noticed their entrance. Swiftly abandoning his culinary post, came forward with a cookbook in hand, bowing respectfully to the Don, who responded with a subtle nod. A brief exchange of glances passed between Baekhyun and Kyungsoo, conveying a shared understanding. Baekhyun excused himself, ascending the stairs, while Chanyeol's gaze lingered until he vanished into the upper corridor.

As they navigated the mansion, the bowing soldiers marked their passage, and a hushed buzz trailed behind. In the living room, Chanyeol, maintaining an air of calm authority, dialed Minseok. Despite the mounting claims against Kim Minseok, Chanyeol wrestled with the disconcerting notion that his longtime friend could be involved in such treacherous activities. The years of camaraderie and shared experiences made it difficult for Chanyeol to readily accept the accusations. As he spoke with Minseok, he strived to maintain an air of normalcy, leaving no room for suspicion about the unfolding events.

With a tinge of sadness lingering in his voice, Chanyeol acknowledged, "I was planning to discuss some matters with the Consigliere later. Can we catch up when you're back?" The sentiment of wanting to give Minseok the benefit of the doubt underscored Chanyeol's internal struggle, torn between friendship and the looming specter of betrayal.

As the conversation concluded, Chanyeol knowing that Jackville was in town, contemplated the intricacies of Mafia dynamics, aware that the impending clash between rival families would test the bonds that had been forged over the years. The delicate balance of loyalty and trust within the Mafia world demanded a discerning approach, even when faced with the potential unraveling of friendships.

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After the phone conversation between the Don and Minseok, the scene shifted to a private pub owned by Wagon, where Minseok sat with the heads of Jackville who just got into South Korea from China, and Zico of the Wagons, drinking and smoking to a stupor. In the haze of the dimly lit establishment, Jackson, the Don of Jackville, questioned Minseok about Chanyeol's call, calling him an asshole. Minseok, with a nonchalant attitude, brushed it off, claiming that Chanyeol wanted to discuss matters he knew nothing about. "Don't worry; I'll fill you guys in later," he assured them.

Zico, the Don of Wagon family suggested the idea of a peace talk, hinting at a plot to eliminate Chanyeol and let Minseok take over. However, Jackson rejected the notion of killing Chanyeol right away, expressing his desire to make the Don of Fire & Light suffer. "I'm going to cut off Chanyeol's fingers one after the other, put him in a Chicago Overcoat, and throw him into the ocean," he declared with sinister amusement, eliciting dark laughter from the group.

As the conversation at the private pub continued, Zico of the Wagon family, intrigued by the unfolding plot, asked Minseok about Jongin. "What about that guy, Jongin? What's the plan for him?" he inquired, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Minseok, with a sinister grin, began outlining his ruthless intentions for Jongin, weaving a dark narrative that echoed through the dimly lit space.

In response to their inquiries about Jongin, Minseok coldly asserted, "I can't wait to get that bastard killed." He outlined his ruthless plan to eliminate Jongin that night, emphasizing that his men were already strategically stationed around Jongin's neighborhood. "Once he's gone, the truth about the $50 million worth of cocaine dies with him," Minseok proclaimed, sealing Jongin's fate. With those ominous words, he left the pub, leaving his dark intentions hanging in the air.

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Baekhyun, his mind clouded with worry for Jongin, stepped out from the soothing embrace of the shower. Prayers whispered silently in the recesses of his thoughts, he hoped the Capos wouldn't inflict harm upon Jongin.

Dressed for the night, Baekhyun descended to the lower floor, seeking solace in a meager dinner or any snack that could appease his restless stomach. The kitchen, however, lacked the familiar presence of Chef Kyungsoo. Opting for some Mint cake and juice, Baekhyun resigned to a simple fare, finding solace in the simplicity of his choice.

Balancing the snacks and a glass of juice, he began his ascent back upstairs. Yet, as he reached the corridor, his gaze involuntarily lingered on the doorway to Don's room. A conflicting mix of curiosity, confusion, and a hint of fear stirred within him. The pull toward the Don's room was undeniable, leaving Baekhyun standing at the crossroads of his emotions.

As Baekhyun stood in the corridor, the silent invitation from Don's room seemed to tug at him. His internal struggle echoed in the quiet hallway, torn between the desire to seek reassurance and the fear of confronting the unknown.

After a moment's hesitation, Baekhyun took a deep breath and decided to approach Don's room. The door, usually imposing, now held a different weight in his perception. Tentatively, he knocked, the sound echoing through the quietness of the mansion.

"Come in," Chanyeol's voice resonated from within, offering both a welcome and an enigma. Baekhyun turned the doorknob, entering the room with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

The dimly lit room revealed Chanyeol, freshly showered for the night, standing by the window, gazing out into the night. The Don's contemplative aura filled the space, creating an atmosphere of both warmth and mystery. "Are you busy? I can come back." Baekhyun hesitated at the doorway, unsure of how to navigate the unspoken dynamics between them.

Chanyeol turned his head, acknowledging Baekhyun's presence with a gentle smile. The flickering candlelight accentuated the shadows on his face, lending an air of mystery to the moment. His eyes held a soft intensity that beckoned Baekhyun forward.

As Baekhyun settled into the chair, the room embraced them with a quietude that carried unspoken conversations. Chanyeol broke the silence, his voice a comforting melody in the tranquil space. "I appreciate your honesty today, and I want you to know that you're safe with me."

Their eyes locked, a silent exchange of gratitude and uncertainty. "I just hope Jongin will be okay," Baekhyun confessed, the worry threading through his voice. Chanyeol offered a soft smile, reassuring, "He will."

The room was now bathed in the warm glow of scented candles, the atmosphere grew tense, and Baekhyun could feel the intensity of Chanyeol's gaze. It sent an unexpected warmth coursing through him. Breaking the silence, Chanyeol asked, "What are you eating?"

A sigh escaped Baekhyun, his emotions evident. "Mint cake."

"Why cake? Don't we have a proper meal in this house?" Chanyeol questioned.

Baekhyun pressed his lips a thin line of hesitation. "There is, but I just don't have the appetite." Unable to withstand Chanyeol's lingering eyes, "I have to go," Baekhyun jumped up and Chanyeol followed him.

The air between them crackled with unspoken tension as Chanyeol slowly closed the distance. Their eyes held a mixture of emotions – worry, gratitude, and a subtle hint of something more. Baekhyun's heart raced as Chanyeol's warm gaze lingered on his lips.

"Stay," Chanyeol mumbled softly, retrieving the empty glass of juice from Baekhyun and the almost empty saucer and placing them on the vanity nearby. In a moment that felt like an eternity, Chanyeol gently cupped Baekhyun's face, his thumb brushing over the soft skin. The touch was tender, and Baekhyun's breath hitched. The room seemed to hold its breath as their lips finally met in a sweet, lingering kiss.

The worries of the outside world faded away, leaving only the warmth and connection between them. The flickering candlelight cast a soft glow on the moment, turning it into something magical. As they pulled away, their eyes met again, and a silent understanding passed between them.

Chanyeol's strong arms encircled Baekhyun's waist, effortlessly lifting him off the ground. Baekhyun's eyes widened in surprise, and a breathless laugh escaped his lips. The don held him securely, their eyes locked, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of Chanyeol's lips.

"Unexpected, huh?" Chanyeol teased, his voice low and intimate. Baekhyun nodded, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and anticipation. The don carried him a few steps, their faces still close, and then gently lowered him back to the ground.

Baekhyun, now standing on his own two feet, felt a flutter of emotions. The unexpected lift had added a playful twist to the evening, leaving them both with a lingering sense of connection. Licking his lips and at the same time tucking a few strands of hair behind his ears, Baekhyun mumbled. "I really should be going."

"Are you sure about that huh?" Chanyeol smirked, his fingers caressing Baekhyun's cheeks, muttering a soft 'cute' as his eyes continued to linger on Baekhyun.

Baekhyun, despite the lingering tension, gathered the courage to leave. However, as he turned to go, a sudden surge of emotion held him back. He faced Chanyeol once more, uncertainty clouding his features.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol called softly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and warmth. Baekhyun hesitated, torn between leaving and staying in the enigmatic embrace of the moment.

As the seconds passed, Baekhyun took a step closer, closing the distance between them in a hot kiss. The room was filled with unspoken words, and Baekhyun found himself drawn to the magnetic pull of Chanyeol's presence.

Chanyeol, sensing Baekhyun's internal conflict, gently lifted him into his arms again. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room as Chanyeol carried Baekhyun to the bed, the weight of their unspoken connection intensifying with each step.

Setting Baekhyun down on the bed, Chanyeol hovered over him, their eyes locked in a silent conversation. The air was charged with anticipation, and Baekhyun's heart raced as Chanyeol leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender, lingering kiss.

Chanyeol, his lips still brushing against Baekhyun's, began planting butterfly kisses across Baekhyun's face. Each delicate touch felt like a whisper, leaving a trail of warmth and affection. Baekhyun's breath hitched as Chanyeol's kisses traced the contours of his cheeks, eyelids, and forehead, creating an enchanting dance of sensations.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of their shared moments – the gentle rustle of fabric, the subtle caress of lips, and the rhythmic beating of their hearts. Amid this intimate exchange, Chanyeol continued his butterfly kisses, a silent promise of tenderness and connection.

Chanyeol, pausing for a moment, looked into Baekhyun's eyes with a questioning gaze. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Baekhyun, feeling a mix of vulnerability and desire, met Chanyeol's gaze and softly replied, "No, don't stop." The words hung in the air, sealing their unspoken agreement to continue exploring the delicate intimacy they were building. "I want this as much as you do."

They shared a more intense kiss, with Chanyeol's hand gently tracing beneath Baekhyun's shirt, their tongues battling for dominance, causing a soft sigh from Baekhyun. Swiftly, Chanyeol unfastened the buttons of Baekhyun's top, revealing his smooth chest. Engaging with a tender touch, Chanyeol focused on Baekhyun's sensitive areas, his nipples, savoring the closeness of the moment. He nibbled gently and suckled on each one of them. Making Baekhyun's toes curl in ecstasy.

Shortly after, Baekhyun gently moved his hand towards the hem of Chanyeol's shirt. With the assistance of the Don, they removed the shirt, leaving them both shirtless. Baekhyun's eyes widened as he beheld Chanyeol's well-defined and muscular chest, showcasing his visible bicep and six-pack—a testament to the effectiveness of his workouts. Baekhyun felt a natural urge to touch, his fingers tingling with curiosity. He longed to run his fingers over Chanyeol's firm bicep and torso. Sensing Baekhyun's desire, Chanyeol took the younger man's delicate hand and guided it, saying, "Feel free to touch, Baekhyun. Explore as much as you want."

—and Baekhyun touched the don.

Chanyeol's two hands grasped the loop of Baekhyun's trousers and pulled it down, exposing Baekhyun's semi-erect manhood, after what seemed like an endless torment. Baekhyun shuddered beneath Chanyeol as the cold air from the air conditioner blasted through his body.

Unexpectedly, a sense of shyness enveloped Baekhyun. If anyone had forewarned him that he would find himself unclothed beneath the don, he might have dismissed it as a jest. Yet, here he was, filled with desire and a yearning to feel the touch of the man who stirred a cascade of intense emotions within him.

The intensity of Chanyeol's kisses along the sides of Baekhyun's inner thighs heightened the pleasure. Baekhyun found himself overwhelmed by the sensations when Chanyeol's tongue made contact with his intimate parts. As Chanyeol gently spread Baekhyun's legs, positioning himself in between, he proceeded to perform an intimate act, paying attention to every detail orally. The delicate care with which Chanyeol took Baekhyun's erection into his mouth, the focused attention on each of Baekhyun's balls, and the exploration of his fuckhole with a gentle tongue—all these experiences were both gratifying and tender. "Ugh fuck," Baekhyun felt a sense of uniqueness in every touch, becoming emotional as he realized this was the first time someone had connected with him in such a manner. Despite past experiences, this encounter with Don Park Chanyeol was unlike any other.

As Baekhyun's moans grew louder, Chanyeol paused his oral ministration and opted to gently explore Baekhyun's intimate fuckhole with his middle finger. He whispered, "This might be a bit uncomfortable, but I'll be gentle." Baekhyun met his gaze and nodded, a mix of vulnerability and desire in his eyes as he assisted Chanyeol in parting his butt cheeks. With a gentle entrance into Baekhyun's intimate area, he initiated a light, rhythmic motion. "Oh my god," Baekhyun moaned, witnessing Chanyeol's middle finger moving in and out. "Do you enjoy it? Should I add another finger?"

Baekhyun nodded.

Baekhyun observed as Chanyeol withdrew one finger and introduced another, preparing him for the upcoming activity. With each rhythmic movement of Chanyeol's fingers, Baekhyun's moans intensified. "Oh my gosh! Please! I'm gonna cum!" He sobbed. Before Baekhyun could catch his breath, Chanyeol ignored his cries and quickened the pace, his movements engaging Baekhyun's hip muscles rapidly and intensely, guiding him into a heightened state of pleasurable orgasm.

In the crescendo of their intimate encounter, Baekhyun, still breathless, was oblivious to Chanyeol shedding his pants and reaching for the bedside drawer. The emergence of a condom and a bottle of lubricant signaled the impending climax.

Climbing onto the bed, Chanyeol approached Baekhyun, whose eyes glistened with tears, a residual effect of the intense pleasure from earlier activities. Baekhyun's gaze briefly fell on the substantial presence before him, a sight that nearly prompted a gasp. His bitten lip betrayed concerns about the fit, even as Chanyeol, hovered over him, sought eye contact, and tenderly inquired, "Are you sure you don't want me to stop? It might hurt for a while, and I don't want to see you in pain." Gently tucking a wet strand of hair aside, Chanyeol added, "But trust me, this is the sweetest part."

Downward, Baekhyun's gaze shifted to Chanyeol's cock already oozing with precum, prompting him to ask if he could touch it. A reassuring nod from Chanyeol allowed Baekhyun's hand to explore the substantial flesh, his murmurs revealing a mix of awe and concern. "It's thick and long. It's so big. Won't my ass rip?" Their banter drew laughter, momentarily lightening the mood.

With Baekhyun's shy smile and soft nod of consent, Chanyeol gave his cock a few long strokes in preparation for what was about to happen and promptly opened a condom and put it on. He took the bottle of lube, applying a generous amount to his fingers before spreading the cool substance around Baekhyun's private part, drawing a soft gasp from Baekhyun.

With careful movements, Chanyeol widened Baekhyun's legs, positioning himself in between, and gently eased the mushroom head of his cock into Baekhyun. A sudden whine escaped Baekhyun as he felt the initial pain from the penetration, while Chanyeol exercised patience, making two more attempts to be halfway in.

Now Baekhyun's tears won't stop flowing.

Chanyeol patiently awaited Baekhyun's readiness before initiating any movements, prioritizing the younger man's comfort. Once Baekhyun signaled his adjustment to the new sensations, Chanyeol, eager yet cautious, began a slow in-and-out rhythm. He ensured that Baekhyun fully accommodated his size before gradually building momentum and increasing the thrusts.

The room resonated with Baekhyun's impassioned pleas, "Ugh~fuck me," his melodic moans filling the air. Chanyeol found the symphony of sounds both enticing and captivating, savoring each moment. His eyes closed in a gentle frown, conveyed his deep concentration on the shared experience.

Chanyeol leaned in, engaging Baekhyun in a passionate kiss. Their mouths exchanged warmth, breaths synchronized with words of affection and aspirations. "Go deeper, oh my god!" Baekhyun managed to mumble through the heated kiss.

Their fingertips tracing patterns on each other's skin sent waves of sensation. "Mmmm~" Baekhyun moaned as Chanyeol maintained a continuous rhythm, thrusting hard into Baekhyun with unwavering intensity. Breaking from the heated kiss, Chanyeol's teeth lightly grazed Baekhyun's neck and ears, his tongue dancing on Baekhyun's skin, leaving subtle marks in its wake.

What started as gentle breaths now turned ragged, punctuated by groans that mirrored the imminent release and the captivating thrill of anticipation. Baekhyun embraced every facet of the moment...

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Under the cloak of night, Sehun and Hawk embarked on the covert mission to retrieve Jongin, the air thick with tension and the weight of the impending clash with Minseok. Baekhyun's hushed guidance over the phone played a crucial role as they navigated the intricate labyrinth of streets leading to Dae-Hyun's apartment.

Clad in dark attire and masked to conceal their identities, Sehun and Hawk approached the nondescript building with swift, purposeful steps. Baekhyun's whispered directions guided them to Dae-Hyun's apartment door, where they skillfully disengaged the lock with practiced precision.

Inside the apartment, Jongin sensed the intrusion, his instincts honed from his tumultuous past experiences. As the door creaked open, he sprung into action, ready to defend himself. However, Sehun's swift and calculated movements silenced any resistance. A single blow, perfectly executed, left Jongin unconscious, his fight cut short. "Now, that's for coming in between Kyungsoo and I."

With stealth and efficiency, Sehun and Hawk moved Jongin's wheelchair and crutches to ensure a discreet extraction. The trio silently exited the apartment, leaving no trace of their presence. As they vanished into the shadows of the night, Jongin's fate hung in the balance, a pawn in the dangerous game unfolding within the clandestine world of Mafia alliances.

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Authors note 📝

Word count 8,397

Exhaling, okay. Let's pause there for now. 🤣😩 I don't want to continue. We'll pick it up next time.

I hope you found the revelations interesting. I trust you've gathered that Minseok is the antagonist from Fire and Light, and I didn't want to drag it out. Hopefully, Chanyeol will lend Jongin a sympathetic ear. 🥹

Just so you're aware, sehun's punch was personal 🤣🤣 I hope he enjoys his time in the military with Jongin 😭❤️

Q: Did you enjoy this chapter? What's your favorite part?

Thank you so much for your patience. Work called, and I had to answer because I need to earn some money for myself 🥹 Take care of yourself!