—If it belongs to you, you take it. Not with words, but with action. Only a fool waits for permission.—
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—In this game, it's not enough to stay ahead — you have to be so far in front, they don't even realize you've already won.—

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As the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a golden hue across the city, Chanyeol pulled up to the entrance of Baekhyun's university. The sleek black car glided to a stop, and he glanced at his gold wrist watch—only two hours until his private jet took off for Milan, where he would engage in business dealings with the influential Giordano family. Sehun, his trusted Underboss, sat in front, flipping through documents on a tablet.

Baekhyun, oblivious to the weight of Chanyeol's responsibilities, grabbed his bag and leaned in for a lingering kiss, their lips brushing softly. "You'll be careful, right?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Chanyeol nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "I'll be back before you know it. Just focus on your studies, okay?"

Sehun stepped out, opening the door wide for Baekhyun to exit. With one last shared smile, Baekhyun climbed out of the car, his excitement palpable. The young man waved cheerfully before heading into the bustling campus, leaving Chanyeol watching him go, a bittersweet feeling settling in his chest.

Sehun slid into Baekhyun's former seat, the faint scent of Baekhyun's cologne still lingering in the air. He adjusted his jacket and turned to Chanyeol, who was already absorbed in reviewing documents on his iPhone. "What's do you have for me, Sehun?" Chanyeol asked, his tone cool but expectant, his eyes still focused on the screen.

Sehun glanced up, handing over the iPad to the don. "Boss. We'll go through these contracts for the Giordano meeting. I prepared everything just like you ordered."

Their conversation unfolded smoothly, focusing on details of the deal, strategies, and terms. Chanyeol nodded approvingly as Sehun went over key points, the car moving steadily through the morning traffic toward the airport. But after a while, the rhythm of their dialogue slowed, and an unusual silence settled between them, heavier than before.

Sehun couldn't help but glance at Chanyeol, stealing brief looks from the corner of his eye. Something seemed off—Chanyeol's usual sharpness was clouded with a subtle tension. When Sehun stole another glance, Chanyeol finally noticed and sighed, pocketing his phone.

"Out with it," Chanyeol said, his tone sharp but not unkind. "If you've got something to say, speak."

Sehun hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck before speaking carefully, "Boss... are we speaking as Underboss and Don, or... as friends?"

Chanyeol scoffed, though there was a faint flicker of warmth in his eyes. "Before I made you my Underboss, Sehun, you were like a younger brother to me. Speak freely."

Sehun's gaze dropped briefly before he asked, "Is there a possibility that you are... in love with Baekhyun?"

Chanyeol's brow furrowed slightly at the question. "We like each other," he replied after a moment, his voice gruff. "But love? Baekhyun can't love me. That's impossible."

Sehun shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Boss, you might be underestimating him. It's not hard to fall for you. He's probably already there."

The words hung in the air, sinking in deeper than Chanyeol expected. It was a thought that hadn't crossed his mind until now, and it left him uneasy. Before he could respond, his phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen.

It was a call from Consigliere Heechul, who was already at the airport.

Chanyeol answered, his voice shifting back to business. "Heechul, what's the status?"

"Everything's clear Boss," Heechul replied. "The jet's ready, I've got the pilots on ground, our passes and we've checked the area. So, we're safe to fly."

Chanyeol nodded, though the conversation with Sehun still lingered in his mind. "Good. We'll be there shortly."

As he ended the call, he leaned back in his seat, but his thoughts were far from the business trip ahead. He couldn't shake the weight of Sehun's words, the unsettling realization that maybe Baekhyun felt something deeper for him than he was ready to admit.

The revelation struck Chanyeol like a bolt of lightning, and he felt a wave of worry wash over him. He had never considered Baekhyun's feelings in that light before. "What if he does love me? What if it puts him in danger?"

Sehun leaned back, watching Chanyeol's conflicted expression. "You can't control everything, Boss. But if there's even a chance, don't you think you should find out?"

Chanyeol fell into silence, staring out the window at the passing cityscape, his mind racing. The thought of Baekhyun loving him, of what that could mean, stirred something deep within him—a mix of hope and fear. He had to protect Baekhyun at all costs, but perhaps he was underestimating the strength of their bond.

"Let's focus on the meeting first," he finally said, his voice low but resolute. "We can figure the rest out later."
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When Don Chanyeol, Consigliere Heechul, and Underboss Sehun landed at Milan Malpensa Airport, the afternoon sun bathed the city in a golden hue. As they descended from the private jet, the sleek black cars waiting for them at the tarmac stood in stark contrast to the vibrant Italian skyline. The Giordano family had sent a full welcome party, showing the utmost respect for their Korean guests. At the front of the group was Matteo Giordano, the family's eldest son and de facto leader, dressed in a tailored suit that screamed both luxury and danger. Behind him were several other members of the family, bodyguards in tow, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, watching the surroundings like hawks.

Matteo stepped forward, offering a broad smile as he extended his hand to Don Chanyeol, who returned the gesture with a firm handshake. "Benvenuti a Milano," Matteo greeted in a smooth Italian accent, his voice warm but carrying the weight of a man who controlled vast swathes of both legal and illegal operations across Europe.

"It's an honor," Chanyeol replied, his voice calm and authoritative. Heechul, standing at his side with his usual sharp gaze, gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, while Sehun maintained his composed demeanor, scanning the environment without missing a beat.

The group made their way to the convoy of luxury vehicles waiting for them. As they drove through the bustling streets of Milan, the atmosphere inside the car remained quiet but charged with anticipation. Chanyeol sat back, taking in the city that would serve as the backdrop for their negotiations. Beside him, Heechul's mind was already calculating their strategy, while Sehun remained ever-watchful, his eyes glancing out the window, observing every detail.

The convoy soon arrived at Villa Giordano, a sprawling estate nestled just outside the city. High walls surrounded the property, and armed guards discreetly patrolled the grounds. It was a subtle show of power, one that mirrored the aura of control the Giordano family maintained in Milan. Inside the villa, the air smelled of wealth—expensive wood, polished marble floors, and art pieces that likely had been smuggled through various channels over the years.

After a brief tour of the estate, the group was led into the grand dining hall, where the real meeting would take place. The long table was set for an intimate dinner, but the business at hand would not wait for pleasantries. As they settled into their seats, Matteo wasted no time getting to the point.

"We understand the importance of our families working together, especially given the opportunities in your region," Matteo began, his eyes shifting between Chanyeol and Heechul. "Our control in Europe is solid, but expanding into East Asia will require trust. Trust we hope to establish today."

Chanyeol nodded slowly, leaning forward as he placed his hands on the table. "You need access to our markets, and we need access to your routes. We're both aware of what this could mean for both our families."

Heechul chimed in, his voice carrying a cool, calculated tone. "Our interest isn't just in the movement of goods. We're talking about investments—long-term ones. Offshore accounts, financial networks, the kind that will make sure both families stay ahead of the law and the competition."

Matteo smirked. "Of course. You've done your research."

The conversation continued, shifting from broad ideas to specifics. The smuggling routes would extend from Milan through Eastern Europe, passing through carefully guarded corridors that only the Giordano family controlled. In exchange, the Fire and Light Mafia would open up safe passages throughout South Korea, ensuring that anything the Giordano family needed—be it luxury goods or contraband—would reach its destination without a hitch. Money laundering was another key point, with the two families planning to invest in various legitimate enterprises across both regions, effectively turning dirty money clean.

As the night went on, the negotiations intensified. Matteo's sister, Alessandra, who had been quiet for most of the evening, finally spoke up, offering insights into the family's banking operations in Switzerland. It was clear that the Giordano family had every intention of making this alliance as profitable and untouchable as possible.

Sehun remained mostly quiet, watching the dynamic play out but noting every detail. This was how power shifted—through words and promises made in rooms like this, far away from the street-level violence that often defined their world. When the meeting finally ended, Chanyeol stood up, shaking Matteo's hand once again, this time with the weight of a freshly minted partnership behind it.

"We'll move forward on this together," Chanyeol said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Matteo's smile widened. "To the future, then."

As the Fire and Light Mafia members exited the villa and stepped back into their convoy, Chanyeol glanced at Sehun. "Keep an eye on their operations. We trust them, but not completely. Not yet."

Sehun nodded, understanding the unspoken command. The business in Milan had just begun, and while the partnership was set in motion, there was still much to be seen. The Giordano family's influence could either open new doors or, if mishandled, create dangerous complications. For now, though, the future seemed bright, and the fire lit in Milan would soon spread.

After the successful dinner meeting at Villa Giordano, Chanyeol, Heechul, and Sehun returned to their convoy, heading toward the private villa that Heechul had rented for their week-long stay. The mood in the car was quiet but contemplative, as each of them processed the night's events and prepared for what was to come in the following days of negotiations.

The villa was situated on the outskirts of Milan, nestled in a more secluded, upscale area far from the city's bustling core. It was a sprawling, modern estate, complete with high-tech security systems and a breathtaking view of the countryside. Heechul had chosen the place carefully—privacy was a priority, and this villa offered the perfect blend of luxury and discretion.

As they arrived, the gate to the property slid open smoothly, revealing the sleek exterior of the villa. Tall trees lined the driveway, and the house itself was a masterpiece of glass and stone, designed for both elegance and security. Their driver pulled up to the entrance, and the trio stepped out, taking in the surroundings.

Inside, the villa was just as impressive as the outside. High ceilings, minimalist décor, and floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the space in natural light. Chanyeol walked in first, his mind still focused on the meeting. He had secured the first steps of a promising deal, but he knew better than to let his guard down.

"Not bad, Consigliere Heechul," Sehun remarked, looking around the villa with mild approval. "You've got a good eye for places."

Heechul smirked as he tossed his coat onto one of the leather couches. "What can I say? I have a taste for the finer things. Plus, it's important we stay comfortable. The next few days will be crucial."

Chanyeol remained quiet, tossing his jacket on the couch and walking over to the expansive glass window that overlooked the garden and distant hills. He was already thinking about tomorrow's continuation of the negotiations. While the initial talks with the Giordano family had gone smoothly, he knew that securing a long-term partnership required a delicate balance of trust and power. The Giordanos were powerful, but he couldn't allow them to think they had the upper hand. He had to ensure that Fire and Light remained in control of their own territory, even while expanding.

"I'll make a few calls," Chanyeol said, turning away from the window. "I need to check in with our contacts back home. We need everything running smoothly while we're here."

Sehun nodded. "I'll handle the security around the villa, make sure everything is tight. We don't need any surprises while we're in the middle of these talks."

As Chanyeol headed to the private study to make his calls, Heechul walked over to the minibar, pouring himself a drink. He leaned against the counter, watching Sehun as he stepped outside to check on the security detail.

"We made a good start tonight," Heechul mused to himself. "But it's far from over."

The next few days were set to be intense. The Giordanos would want more concrete details on the logistics of the operation, and Chanyeol knew they couldn't afford to appear weak or indecisive. But if they played their cards right, this partnership could solidify Fire and Light's position as one of the most influential criminal organizations in East Asia—and give them access to Europe in ways they hadn't imagined before.

The negotiations with the Giordano family would resume in the morning, and the trio had only a few hours to regroup, rest, and strategize. The villa provided them with the perfect sanctuary to plan their next moves. For now, the night was still young, and the weight of the next week hung heavily in the air.

As the hours passed and Chanyeol finished his calls, he returned to the main living area, where Heechul had already settled in, sipping his drink and scrolling through his tablet, likely reviewing the points they had discussed earlier. Sehun soon joined them, having completed his security check.

Chanyeol sat down and glanced at both of them. "Tomorrow we focus on the financials. We need to make sure our operations don't get too entangled with theirs. If we tie ourselves too closely to the Giordanos, it could complicate things back home."

Heechul nodded. "I've been going over the numbers. They'll push for more control, but we need to keep the upper hand. We'll present them with something they can't refuse, but we'll stay in charge."

Sehun leaned back in his chair. "And if they don't like it?"

Chanyeol's eyes darkened slightly. "Then we remind them why we came here in the first place. We aren't just their business partners—we're their equals. If they forget that, we'll have to show them."

The room fell silent, the gravity of their situation setting in. The next few days would determine the future of their partnership with the Giordano family. Success would mean expanding their empire across continents. Failure wasn't an option.
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After the heavy discussion about their upcoming negotiations, the silence in the villa was filled only by the ticking of the clock. Sehun, always alert to the atmosphere, stood up and stretched, glancing over at the kitchen area. A sudden thought crossed his mind. For once, he wasn't just a soldier following orders. This was his first time traveling with Don Chanyeol and Consigliere Heechul, a perk of his new role as Underboss. It was a strange but exhilarating feeling—being trusted enough to witness firsthand the delicate balancing act of diplomacy, power, and business.

"I'll make us something to eat," Sehun said, breaking the silence.

Chanyeol looked up, slightly surprised. "You cook?"

Sehun shrugged, walking toward the open kitchen. "I've picked up a few things here and there. Plus, I figured you two could use a break while I handle this."

Heechul smirked, watching him. "By all means, impress us, Underboss."

Sehun approached the fridge, opening it to reveal the groceries Heechul had arranged for earlier. He scanned the contents—pasta, fresh vegetables, meats, cheese, and some herbs. He grabbed a few ingredients, deciding to keep it simple but flavorful: a hearty pasta dish with grilled chicken and roasted vegetables.

While Sehun set to work, chopping vegetables and seasoning the meat, Chanyeol and Heechul settled back in the living room, discussing their strategy.

Chanyeol leaned back into the plush couch, his expression thoughtful. "Ever since Sehun's promotion, he's been handling things well. But this is a big step up for him. Traveling with us, being part of the deal-making."

Heechul nodded, swirling the drink in his glass. "He's earned it. Besides, it's time we start grooming him for more. If these negotiations go well, there's no telling how quickly our organization will expand. We'll need someone like him to manage things."

Chanyeol watched Sehun moving swiftly and confidently in the kitchen, the clinking of pots and pans filling the background. "You're right. I just hope he's ready. Milan isn't just about business—it's about showing the Giordanos we aren't to be underestimated."

The conversation shifted back to strategy, with Heechul laying out the finer details of their approach for the next day's negotiations. Meanwhile, Sehun continued preparing the meal, his mind racing with his own thoughts. This trip wasn't just another task. It was a test—a chance for him to prove that he was worthy of the title Underboss.

As he sautéed the vegetables and grilled the chicken, Sehun found himself thinking about how far he had come. From being a clumsy soldier under Fire and Light's ranks to becoming a Caporegime, and now—traveling to Milan as an Underboss, alongside the two most powerful figures in their family. It was a privilege, but it also came with immense responsibility. He had to stay sharp. He had to make sure that their mission here succeeded, not just for the sake of the organization, but for his own future as well.

Sehun drained the pasta and tossed it with the roasted vegetables, a light sauce, and the grilled chicken. The aroma of garlic, herbs, and fresh ingredients filled the air, pulling Heechul's attention away from the conversation.

"Smells good," Heechul remarked with a grin.

Sehun gave a modest smile as he plated the dishes and carried them over to the dining table. "Hope it tastes as good as it smells."

Chanyeol stood up, walking over to inspect the meal. "This is better than most places I've been to in Milan."

As they sat down to eat, the atmosphere relaxed, though the weight of the upcoming negotiations still hung over them. Sehun felt a small sense of satisfaction watching the two eat, knowing that he had contributed something more than his usual role in the organization.

Heechul raised an eyebrow after the first bite. "I didn't know you had it in you."

Sehun chuckled. "There's more to me than just strategy and muscle."

Chanyeol smirked and nodded in approval. "Well, if this doesn't work out, you've got a backup career as a chef."

Sehun laughed, though the tension in his stomach didn't fully disappear. "Let's make sure this works out."

As they ate, the conversation shifted to lighter topics for a moment, giving them all a chance to unwind. But in the back of their minds, all three of them knew the real challenges lay ahead. The deal with the Giordano family was crucial, and while the dinner was a success, it was only the first step in a long and dangerous game.

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While Don Chanyeol was away in Milan for the week, Baekhyun found himself caught in a whirlwind of activity, striving to keep his mind occupied and his heart from missing Chanyeol too intensely.

The first few days were dedicated to his studies. He buried himself in textbooks and lecture notes, determined to keep up with his coursework. The late-night cramming sessions were a mixed bag of productivity and longing; every time he glanced at his phone, he hoped for a message from Chanyeol, a tiny connection to the world he missed so dearly. Their nightly phone calls became a lifeline, allowing him to share snippets of his day while Chanyeol recounted stories from his business dealings. Those conversations, filled with laughter and affection, brought warmth to Baekhyun's heart, even as he felt the absence of Chanyeol's presence.

On the fourth day, feeling a bit more adventurous, Baekhyun decided to spend some time with his best friend Kyungsoo. The two of them had always enjoyed cooking together, and this time was no different. With the protection of Capo Hawk and his solders, they scoured the market for fresh ingredients, chatting and laughing as they picked out vegetables and spices. Back in the kitchen, they whipped up a storm, creating a delightful array of dishes. The smell of grilled chicken and herbs wafted through the air, and for a moment, Baekhyun felt almost normal, the warmth of friendship wrapping around him like a cozy blanket.

By the weekend, Baekhyun felt the tug of familial ties, prompting him to visit his mother. The drive to her place with the protection of Hawk and his solders was filled with excitement. They spent the day together, reminiscing, and sharing stories over homemade meals. His mother's comforting presence reminded him of the life he cherished outside the Mafia's chaotic world, bringing a sense of calm amidst the storm of his thoughts.

Despite his busy days, the nights were often the hardest. Baekhyun would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, his heart aching with longing. Each night, he looked forward to Chanyeol's call, their late-night conversations soothing the ache of missing him. When the familiar sound of Chanyeol's voice broke through the silence, Baekhyun felt a wave of relief wash over him. They would talk about everything and nothing, sharing laughter and stories that made the distance between them feel just a little smaller.

As the week drew to a close, Baekhyun found himself oscillating between excitement and apprehension. He missed Chanyeol fiercely, yet he knew their relationship came with its own set of challenges. The thought of reuniting filled him with anticipation, but there was also a nagging worry about what the Don's return might bring. Would things change between them? Could he navigate the complexities of their lives together? These questions swirled in his mind, but one thing remained clear—Baekhyun was ready to face whatever came next, as long as he had Chanyeol by his side.

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The next few days were filled with intense negotiations. Each morning, Don Chanyeol, Consigliere Heechul, and Underboss Sehun met with the Giordano family at their estate, surrounded by the luxurious trappings of old-world mafia power. The conversations were long and often heated, but Don Chanyeol remained calm and calculating, his determination to succeed evident in every move he made. He knew how to push just enough without breaking, and he was always three steps ahead of every proposal, every counteroffer.

Heechul, ever the smooth diplomat, played his role to perfection, charming the Giordanos with his wit and knowledge, while Sehun, sharp and focused, soaked in everything like a sponge, learning from his leaders while carefully guarding his own growing influence. The deal at hand was complicated, involving territory agreements, revenue shares, and strategic alliances. The Giordanos, a family steeped in tradition, were reluctant to give up control, but Chanyeol was relentless.

By the time Sunday night arrived, the final details had been hammered out. They gathered in the opulent study of the Giordano villa, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Papers were laid out on the grand mahogany desk, and after a few more words exchanged between Chanyeol and Matteo Giordano, the heads of both families leaned forward to sign.

The scratch of pens on paper echoed in the quiet room, sealing the agreement. As Chanyeol rose to his feet, Matteo followed, and the two men clasped hands in a firm, final handshake, the photographers capturing the moment as the room erupted into applause. The photos were formal, their faces stoic, but the tension had lifted—both sides knew they had made a powerful deal.

Chanyeol, Heechul, and Sehun were ushered into the dining room for a celebratory toast. As the champagne glasses clinked, Chanyeol's eyes gleamed with a quiet triumph. He could feel the eyes of the room on him—the Giordanos, their men, and even Heechul and Sehun, all of them aware of what had just been accomplished. Once again, Don Chanyeol had done what many thought impossible.

By the time they returned to the villa that night, the exhaustion of the week was starting to catch up with them, but there was an undeniable excitement. Chanyeol stood by the large windows, looking out over the Milanese skyline, while Heechul poured drinks for the three of them.

"That was masterful," Heechul said, handing Chanyeol a glass. "You knew exactly how to push Matteo. Not too hard, just enough to get him to cave."

Chanyeol took the drink, swirling it slowly. "Matteo's pride was always going to be the key. He didn't want to look weak in front of his men, but he also couldn't afford to lose what we were offering. All we had to do was make him see that."

Sehun, sitting on the couch, let out a long breath, his mind still processing the whirlwind of the past few days. "I'll admit, I wasn't sure it was going to happen. But you made it look easy."

Chanyeol smirked. "It's never easy, Sehun. But you learn to make it look like it is. That's the trick."

Early the next morning, Monday, the three of them prepared to leave the villa and head to the airport. As they packed their things, there was a lightness in the air, the mood far more relaxed than it had been in days. Chanyeol moved with purpose, his mind already shifting to the next steps.

Just before they left, Chanyeol pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Hawk. He turned to Sehun and Heechul, a small, secretive smile playing on his lips.

"Hawk's taking care of the arrangements I mentioned," Chanyeol said, his tone casual.

Heechul raised an eyebrow but didn't ask any questions. Sehun, too, sensed that whatever was going on between Chanyeol and Hawk was a matter best left alone. There was always something in the works with Don Chanyeol—another layer of planning that even his closest confidants weren't always privy to. It was why he was always ten steps ahead of everyone else.

As they drove to the airport, the excitement of their success was evident. The deal with the Giordanos was more than just a win for Fire and Light—it solidified their dominance in a region most thought they would never be able to touch. Chanyeol's reputation would only grow after this, and it was clear to Sehun why other mafia leaders envied him. It wasn't just his ability to strike deals; it was his relentless determination and the way he pursued what he wanted with unshakable focus.

By the time they boarded the plane back to South Korea, all three men wore the satisfied look of victory. The job was done, and done well. As they settled into their seats, Chanyeol leaned back, a faint smile still on his face as he glanced out the window. There was more work to do, but for now, they could enjoy the fruits of their labor.

Sehun, sitting across from Chanyeol, couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. He was part of something much bigger now, and this trip to Milan had been proof of that.

With a last nod between them, the plane took off, leaving the Milanese skyline behind as they flew back home, ready for the next chapter.
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Hours later—

Don Chanyeol sat quietly in the back seat of his car towards 4:00 pm, watching as the university came into view. It had been a long week away on business, he just touched down Seoul, and he was excited to surprise Baekhyun. The anticipation of seeing his boyfriend had kept him going, but that excitement dimmed when he spotted Baekhyun near the entrance with another guy. They were laughing, Baekhyun holding a cup of ice cream while his friend—someone Chanyeol didn't recognize—stood next to him.

Chanyeol's brows furrowed slightly as he watched them. He wasn't one to jump to conclusions, but something about the way the guy wiped a bit of ice cream from Baekhyun's lips caught him off guard. Chanyeol's grip tightened on the armrest as the guy winked and then playfully licked his finger. Baekhyun looked confused at first, then gave his friend a light smack on the back, laughing as the guy ran off teasingly, clearly just fooling around. Baekhyun's ears turned bright red from embarrassment, and for a moment, Chanyeol couldn't help but scoff to himself. Baekhyun always did that when he was flustered.

Still, a small pang of jealousy gnawed at Chanyeol. He wasn't possessive, but seeing someone else so casually wipe ice cream from Baekhyun's lips stirred something in him. He rolled down the window slightly, watching as Baekhyun's friend disappeared into the distance.

Chanyeol pulled out his phone, dialing Baekhyun's number. When Baekhyun answered, his voice was full of surprise. "Yeol? Where are you?"

Chanyeol kept his tone light, but there was a hint of something behind his words. "I'm in the parking lot. Come over here."

There was a brief pause before Baekhyun's excited voice came through the line. "Wait, you're here?! I'm coming!" The call ended, and Chanyeol leaned back, waiting, his eyes drifting back to where Baekhyun had been standing moments ago.

When Baekhyun reached the car, he was practically bouncing on his feet. "Chanyeol!" he grinned, pulling open the door and sliding into the seat beside him. "You didn't tell me you were back!"

Chanyeol couldn't help but smile at Baekhyun's excitement, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Wanted to surprise you," he said, his voice warm but still tinged with that subtle jealousy.

As they drove off, Baekhyun chattered about his day, but Chanyeol remained quieter than usual. After a moment, he glanced over. "Who was that guy you were with?"

"Oh, Mark?" Baekhyun said easily, not picking up on Chanyeol's mood. "He's been a friend since first year. We grabbed some ice cream before I was heading home."

Chanyeol nodded, looking out the window. "Baekhyun..." Chanyeol's voice was low, dangerously calm, "So, you let people touch your lips and then lick the crumbs from it, huh?" Baekhyun paled visibly, his face draining of color. He wanted to smack himself for being so careless. Chanyeol saw.

"He's just a friend, Chanyeol," Baekhyun added quickly, sensing Chanyeol's unease. "We were just joking around, Yeol... it's not what you think," Baekhyun stammered, his voice shaky as his hands trembled. "Mark was just being silly, I didn't mean—"

Chanyeol's jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he cut Baekhyun off with a cold glare. "You didn't mean what? Didn't mean to let him touch you like that? Or didn't mean to make it seem like you enjoyed it?" Chanyeol let out a scoff, still watching the scenery outside. His chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. Baekhyun could see the hurt in the Dons eyes, hidden beneath the anger, and it made him ache. He wanted to fix this, to make Chanyeol believe him, but the damage had already been done.

"Please, Yeol," Baekhyun's voice broke, his eyes pleading. "It was nothing, I swear. Mark was just fooling around, it didn't mean anything. I didn't even think—"

"That's the problem, Baekhyun. You didn't think," Chanyeol's voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. "You never think about how it makes me feel, do you?" Chanyeol huffed, "Just looked like he was flirting with you, that's all."

Baekhyun's eyes dropped slightly, and he bit his lip. "I'm sorry, please. He's just like that with everyone. I swear it's nothing."

Chanyeol didn't respond much, his expression tightening, a clear sign that he wasn't happy with what he saw. He simply muttered, "Yeah, I know, but letting people touch you like that is unacceptable." his voice low. The warmth was absent, replaced by the weight of unspoken thoughts that lingered between them.
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When they pulled up to the mansion, Sehun, ever the dutiful Underboss, was quick to open the door for him, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. Don Chanyeol stepped out of the car with his usual commanding presence. Baekhyun followed Chanyeol closely, but something was lingering in the air between them, something unresolved. "I'm sorry, Yeol... please, I didn't mean to—"

As they made their way inside, Baekhyun couldn't hold it in any longer. "Hold on Chanyeol, are you... jealous?" he asked softly, glancing at Chanyeol's profile as they walked.

Chanyeol didn't respond right away. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable, but after a few seconds, he exhaled sharply and stopped in his tracks. "I'm not jealous, I'm fucking pissed," he blurted, his voice low and steady. He turned to face Baekhyun, his eyes dark with something deeper than jealousy. "No one's supposed to touch you but me. No one."

Baekhyun felt his heart race, but before he could say anything, Chanyeol was already heading up the stairs to his room. Baekhyun followed quickly, trying to reason with him. "It was nothing, Yeol. He was just being silly—"

Chanyeol punched in his pass code and pushed open the door to his room, stepping inside, but Baekhyun didn't give up. He followed him in, closing the door behind them. "Please, don't be mad at me. You know I wouldn't—"

In an instant, Chanyeol whirled around, his frustration spilling over. Before Baekhyun could finish his sentence, Chanyeol grabbed him by the nape and pulled him close, their faces inches apart. Without a word, Chanyeol pressed his lips against Baekhyun's in a heated, possessive kiss. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't tender—it was raw, filled with the emotion Chanyeol had been holding back all evening.

Baekhyun gasped against Chanyeol's mouth, his hands instinctively going to Chanyeol's chest, but Chanyeol wasn't letting him go. He guided and pinned Baekhyun against the wall with a force that made Baekhyun's breath hitch. In one swift motion, Chanyeol locked Baekhyun's wrists above his head with one strong hand, holding him in place effortlessly. The other hand slid down Baekhyun's waist, gripping him firmly.

Baekhyun's heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning as Chanyeol kissed him torridly. There was no space to breathe, no room to protest—not that Baekhyun wanted to. He felt the intensity of Chanyeol's emotions in every movement, every press of his lips, and it left him breathless. His lips were already starting to swell, and he could feel the heat rising in his face, his whole body responding to Chanyeol's unrelenting kiss.

When Chanyeol finally pulled back, both of them were panting, the air thick with tension. Baekhyun's wrists were still pinned above his head, and he stared up at Chanyeol, wide-eyed and flushed.

"You're mine, Baekhyun," Chanyeol growled softly, his breath warm against Baekhyun's skin. "No one else touches you. Ever."

Baekhyun's lips tingled, swollen from the force of the kiss, and he nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "I know, Chanyeol. I'm yours."

Chanyeol's grip on Baekhyun's wrists loosened, and he finally released him, stepping back just enough to let Baekhyun breathe, but his eyes never left Baekhyun's face.

Baekhyun, catching his breath, felt the fire in his chest ignite again. Taking a bold step forward, he closed the distance between them and crashed his lips against Chanyeol's, kissing him hard. Chanyeol didn't hesitate. With one swift motion, he scooped Baekhyun up, lifting him effortlessly as he walked toward the bed.

Chanyeol dropped Baekhyun onto the bed, and his body bounced on the mattress. The look in his eyes was wild with hunger, and Baekhyun could feel his heart racing, anticipation swirling in his chest.

Chanyeol unbuckled his belt, the clinking of the metal filling the silent room, his movements slow and deliberate. His shirt soon followed, each button undone with a steady, almost predatory grace. Baekhyun's hazy eyes followed every motion, unable to tear his gaze away.

"Strip," Chanyeol commanded in a husky voice that sent a shiver down Baekhyun's spine. Baekhyun could barely breathe, let alone resist. Baekhyun's heart raced as he hurriedly began to unbutton his shirt, the weight of Chanyeol's smoldering gaze burning into his skin. His fingers fumbled at the waistband of his pants, but Chanyeol's eyes never left him, dark and filled with want.

"Slower," Chanyeol's deep voice rumbled, sending a jolt through Baekhyun's body. "I want to watch you."

Baekhyun's breath hitched, and he did as he was told, peeling off his clothes at a teasing pace, his eyes locked on Chanyeol's. The way Chanyeol stared at him, devouring every inch of his exposed skin, made Baekhyun's pulse quicken.

"You're so eager," Chanyeol muttered, his voice low and rough. "Look at you, so desperate for me already."

Baekhyun bit his lip, his entire body tingling under the heat of Chanyeol's words. "I can't help it," he whispered, his voice breathy. "I need you."

Chanyeol smirked, his hands trailing over his own bare chest as he prowled toward the bed, eyes dark with desire. "Oh, I know you do," he murmured, leaning down to hover over Baekhyun, his breath hot against Baekhyun's ear. "But today, you're going to beg for it."

Baekhyun shuddered as Chanyeol's lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck, teasing him. "Chanyeol..." Baekhyun's voice was a whimper now, his body arching into Chanyeol's touch, desperate for more.

Chanyeol chuckled darkly, biting down lightly on Baekhyun's neck before whispering in his ear, "I want to hear you beg for me, Baekhyun. Tell me what you want."

Baekhyun's breath came out in ragged pants as his mind raced, heat pooling in his core. "I want you to touch me," he finally gasped. "Please, Chanyeol... I need you. Now."

Chanyeol's lips curled into a smirk as he pulled back just enough to look Baekhyun in the eye. "Good boy," he murmured, his hand trailing down Baekhyun's chest, teasing but never quite giving him what he wanted. "You'll get what you want. But only when I decide."

Baekhyun whimpered, his body aching with need. "Chanyeol, please," he begged, his voice trembling. "I can't take it anymore. I've missed you. I need you inside me."

Chanyeol's eyes darkened, his smirk widening as he leaned down again, his lips brushing against Baekhyun's ear. "You're mine, Baekhyun," he whispered, his voice a dangerous promise. "And I'm going to take you how I want. Do you understand?"

Baekhyun could only nod, his entire body trembling with anticipation. "Yes... I'm yours, Chanyeol."

With a satisfied growl, Chanyeol captured Baekhyun's lips again, this time with a brutal intensity that left no doubt about who was in control. Chanyeol's kiss deepened, his hands sliding down Baekhyun's body, exploring every inch as Baekhyun moaned against his lips. "You like that, don't you?" Chanyeol growled softly, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel how much you want me."

Baekhyun gasped as Chanyeol's hand moved lower, teasing him just enough to drive him wild but not giving him what he craved. "Chanyeol, please..." Baekhyun's voice was breathless, his body arching into Chanyeol's touch, desperate for more. "I need you... I need you so bad."

Chanyeol chuckled, dark and low, as he trailed his lips down Baekhyun's neck, biting gently along the way. "Patience, baby," he murmured against Baekhyun's skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot on his collarbone. "You'll get what you want... but I'm going to make you wait for it."

Baekhyun whimpered, his hands clutching at Chanyeol's broad shoulders as his body ached with need. "You're teasing me," he gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desire.

Chanyeol leaned back, his eyes filled with a dark, possessive hunger as he gazed down at Baekhyun's flushed body. "I know," he said with a wicked smirk, running his thumb over Baekhyun's swollen lower lip. "And you're going to beg for more, aren't you?"

Baekhyun's chest heaved, his breathing shallow, his mind foggy with want. "I'll beg... whatever you want, Chanyeol, just please..."

Chanyeol's eyes flashed with satisfaction, his fingers moving lower, brushing over Baekhyun's most sensitive spots just enough to make him squirm. "Say it again," he commanded, his voice low and rough.

Baekhyun bit his lip, barely able to think straight. "Please, Chanyeol... I need you. I need you to fuck me," he whimpered, his voice cracking with desperation.

Chanyeol's grin widened, clearly enjoying the control he had over Baekhyun. "Good boy," he murmured, leaning down to kiss Baekhyun hard, leaving him breathless once more. "Now turn over."

Baekhyun obeyed instantly, his body trembling with anticipation as he pressed his chest against the sheets, feeling Chanyeol's hands grab his hips, strong and commanding.

"Look at you," Chanyeol growled, his voice thick with lust as he leaned over, his breath hot against Baekhyun's ear. "So ready for me. So desperate."

Baekhyun moaned, pressing back against Chanyeol, his entire body aching with need. "I'm yours, Chanyeol... Take me," he whispered, the words falling from his lips without hesitation.

Chanyeol gripped Baekhyun's waist tightly, positioning himself as he leaned over, his mouth close to Baekhyun's ear once again. "I'm going to make you scream my name, Baekhyun," he growled, his voice thick with promise. "And you're going to love every second of it."

With that, he pushed forward, and Baekhyun let out a loud, breathless moan, his body arching in response to the overwhelming sensation. Chanyeol's grip tightened, his pace slow and deliberate at first, savoring every moment as Baekhyun gasped beneath him.

"Tell me how it feels," Chanyeol demanded, his voice rough as he began to move faster, his hands gripping Baekhyun's hips hard enough to leave marks. "Tell me how much you need me."

Baekhyun's breath hitched, his mind spinning as he tried to form words through the haze of pleasure. "It feels so good," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I need you so much... please, Chanyeol, don't stop..."

Chanyeol smirked, his pace quickening as he leaned down to press a kiss against Baekhyun's neck. "I'm not going to stop until you're begging for me to let you cum," he whispered, his breath hot against Baekhyun's skin. "And even then... I might not."

Chanyeol's hand slid down Baekhyun's back, the touch slow and deliberate, before he suddenly pulled out and landed a sharp slap across Baekhyun's ass. The loud smack echoed through the room, and Baekhyun gasped, his body jolting at the impact.

"That," Chanyeol growled, leaning over Baekhyun, his voice dark with possessiveness, "is for letting another man touch you."

Baekhyun's breath hitched, his mind spinning from both the pain and the pleasure that followed. Before he could respond, Chanyeol's hand came down again, harder this time, sending a sharp sting through Baekhyun's body. Baekhyun whimpered, his fingers clenching the sheets as tears pricked his eyes.

"Ch-Chanyeol, I didn't mean to..." Baekhyun's voice cracked as he tried to explain, but Chanyeol cut him off with another hard slap. The force made Baekhyun cry out, and tears began to well up in his eyes, his body trembling under Chanyeol's dominance.

"Shut up," Chanyeol hissed, his grip on Baekhyun's hips tightening as he spanked him again, not giving him a chance to recover. "You're mine, Baekhyun. No one else touches what's mine, you understand?"

Baekhyun sobbed, his body shaking as Chanyeol continued, each slap harder than the last, the pain making his whole body burn. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," Baekhyun whimpered, his voice barely a whisper as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Chanyeol's hand paused for a moment, resting heavily on Baekhyun's reddened skin. "You better be," he growled, leaning down to whisper in Baekhyun's ear. "Because if you ever let someone else lay a hand on you again, and I catch you, it'll be worse next time. Do you hear me?"

Baekhyun nodded frantically, his voice choked with sobs. "I-I hear you," he managed to gasp out, his body trembling as he pressed his face into the sheets, sobbing.

Chanyeol smirked, satisfied with Baekhyun's broken state. "Good," he murmured, his tone dark as his fingers trailed teasingly over Baekhyun's sore skin. "Now beg me to forgive you."

Baekhyun let out a shaky breath, his voice quivering as he whispered, "Please forgive me, Chanyeol... I'll never let anyone else touch me again. I'm yours, only yours..."

Chanyeol's eyes darkened with lust as he listened to Baekhyun's pleas, his hand moving down between Baekhyun's thighs, teasing him with feather-light touches. "You think you deserve my forgiveness, baby?" Chanyeol asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Baekhyun's breath caught in his throat, his body twitching with need even through the pain. "Yes... please... I'll do anything," he whimpered, his body aching for Chanyeol's touch despite the lingering sting of the punishment.

Chanyeol chuckled darkly, his fingers sliding into Baekhyun with an ease that made the latter gasp. "Then prove it," Chanyeol whispered in Baekhyun's ear as he began to move his fingers inside him, fingering him slowly and deliberate. "Show me how much you belong to me."

Chanyeol's fingers moved deeper inside Baekhyun, each thrust sweet and slimy, drawing out gasps from Baekhyun's trembling form. "You feel that?" Chanyeol growled, his lips brushing against Baekhyun's ear. "That's what you get when you're good. When you remember who you belong to."

Baekhyun moaned, pressing his hips back against Chanyeol's fingers, desperate for more, but Chanyeol pulled back just enough to make Baekhyun whimper in frustration. "You like that, don't you? Being punished until you cry, then begging for more," Chanyeol whispered, his tone dripping with control as his other hand gripped Baekhyun's hair, pulling his head back.

Baekhyun's breath came out in ragged gasps, his body on fire. "Yes... yes, I love it," he moaned, his voice cracking from the intensity. "I'm yours, Chanyeol. No one else, only you."

Chanyeol smirked, clearly satisfied with Baekhyun's submission. "Damn right you are," he murmured, his hand trailing over Baekhyun's back before delivering another sharp smack to his already sore ass. Baekhyun cried out, but this time there was no apology, no begging for mercy. Only pure need.

"You're gonna take everything I give you," Chanyeol commanded, pulling Baekhyun closer as he lined himself up. "And you're gonna beg for more, huh?" His voice was dark, dangerous, and Baekhyun's entire body responded to it, his mind spinning with lust.

"Yes... please, Chanyeol... I deserve it," Baekhyun moaned, his body shaking as he felt the tip of Chanyeol's dick pressing against him.

Chanyeol chuckled darkly, gripping Baekhyun's hips tight as he slowly pushed into him. "That's what I thought," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "You're so needy, baby. So desperate for me."

Baekhyun whimpered, his head spinning with pleasure and pain as Chanyeol filled him. "I am... I need you so much," Baekhyun gasped, his hands clutching the sheets as he pushed back against Chanyeol. "Please, Chanyeol... don't stop...."

Chanyeol's eyes darkened, and he slammed his hips forward, filling Baekhyun completely. "I'm not stopping until you're screaming my name," he growled, his voice filled with dominance as he began to thrust, hard and fast, making Baekhyun cry out.

Baekhyun's entire body shook, overwhelmed by the intensity of Chanyeol's movements. "Chanyeol... Chanyeol, please," Baekhyun begged, his voice hoarse, his breath ragged as he lost himself in the sensation.

Chanyeol's hand came down hard against Baekhyun's ass again, sending a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure through his body. "You like that, don't you?" Chanyeol growled, his breath hot against Baekhyun's neck. "You like being treated like this."

Baekhyun's head nodded frantically, his voice barely a whisper as he gasped, "Yes... yes, I love it... I love it when you use me like this."

Chanyeol's lips curved into a dark smile as he slammed into Baekhyun again. "Good," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Because you're mine, Baekhyun. Mine to do whatever I want with."

By the time they reached orgasm, Chanyeol finally slowed his movements, breathing heavily as he buried his face into the crook of Baekhyun's neck. The heat between them lingered in the air as they both caught their breath, their bodies still pressed close. Baekhyun's chest rose and fell rapidly, his limbs feeling heavy and spent beneath Chanyeol.

After a long, quiet moment, Chanyeol loosened his grip, shifting his weight off Baekhyun gently. His hands slid down Baekhyun's sides as if soothing him, brushing over the flushed skin with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of their earlier passion.

Chanyeol pressed his lips softly against Baekhyun's neck, whispering in a low, husky voice, "You're okay?"

Baekhyun nodded, still panting slightly, but he felt safe now, cocooned in the warmth of Chanyeol's embrace. Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun closer, wrapping his arms around him protectively as if to shield him from everything that had transpired, his large hands gently stroking Baekhyun's back.

"That was for letting someone else touch you," Chanyeol murmured, his voice no longer rough, but soft and possessive. He placed a kiss on the top of Baekhyun's head. "But I've got you now."

Baekhyun melted into Chanyeol's chest, feeling the tension from earlier melt away. The Don's hands were no longer harsh or punishing, but comforting. He held Baekhyun close, his thumb tracing soothing circles on Baekhyun's bare skin. They lay there in the quiet, just holding each other.

Chanyeol's voice softened even more as he whispered, "You're mine, Baekhyun. No one else. Only mine." He kissed Baekhyun's forehead again, this time with affection.

Baekhyun sighed contentedly, feeling Chanyeol's warmth seep into him as the world around them faded. "Only yours," he whispered back, feeling safe and secure in the protective embrace of the man he loved. "So... does that mean you're not mad anymore?"

Chanyeol let out a deep sigh, shaking his head slightly, his lips curving into a faint smile. "No, I'm still mad," he muttered, but the anger had drained from his voice, replaced with affection.

Baekhyun laughed softly, leaning forward to rest his head against Chanyeol's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "You're impossible," he whispered, but there was no mistaking the warmth in his voice.

Chanyeol held Baekhyun tightly for a moment, letting the tension from his jealousy melt away as he buried his face in Baekhyun's hair. The scent of him—familiar and comforting—eased the knot in Chanyeol's chest. Baekhyun stayed still, letting Chanyeol's heartbeat calm his own. The room was silent, save for their breathing, as they laid together, holding on to each other.

"I don't like it when people get too close to you," Chanyeol muttered, his voice gruff but quieter now. Baekhyun smiled against his chest, feeling the warmth of Chanyeol's admission.

"You don't have to worry," Baekhyun said, lifting his head slightly to look up at him. "I don't want anyone else either. Just you."

Chanyeol sighed, his fingers stroking Baekhyun's hair absentmindedly. "I know. It's just..." His words trailed off as he pressed a gentle kiss to Baekhyun's forehead, much softer than the one earlier. "I don't like sharing."

Baekhyun chuckled, his tone playful. "I'm not a pineapple slice or ice cream, Chanyeol. You don't have to worry about sharing me."

Chanyeol glanced down at him, a faint smile pulling at his lips. "Good. Because if you were, I'd keep you all to myself. No sharing allowed."

Eventually, Chanyeol loosened his grip, bending just enough to look at Baekhyun's ass. He brushed a fingers lightly over Baekhyun's red and sore ass, his expression softening as he whispered, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Baekhyun shook his head, smiling as he leaned into Chanyeol's touch. "No, you didn't. I know you didn't mean to."

Chanyeol looked relieved, though the guilt still flickered in his eyes. He pulled Baekhyun back into his arms, pressing another kiss to his temple. "I'll try not to get jealous next time."

Baekhyun smirked, his lips brushing against Chanyeol's ear as he whispered, "I kind of like it when you do, I love this side of you."

Chanyeol chuckled, his hands lingered on Baekhyun's back, pulling him closer as he leaned in for another kiss. This time, it was slower, more deliberate. Baekhyun hummed into the kiss, his hands sliding up to wrap around Chanyeol's neck. This kiss wasn't rushed or angry—it was filled with love, the kind that made Baekhyun's heart swell. The heat of Chanyeol's lips against Baekhyun's made the world around them fade away. Every kiss felt like a reminder of how much he had missed him.

"I missed you," Chanyeol murmured between kisses, his breath warm against Baekhyun's skin.

Baekhyun smiled, his lips brushing against Chanyeol's as he replied, "I missed you too, so much." His words were soft, but they held all the emotions that had been building up during Chanyeol's time away.

Chanyeol's phone buzzed loudly in the silence of the room. He and Baekhyun had been comfortably curled up in bed, limbs tangled in the warmth of the aftermath. Baekhyun's head rested on Chanyeol's chest, listening to the slow and steady thumping of his heartbeat when the abrupt ringing shattered the peaceful moment.

With a sigh, Chanyeol shifted and slid out of bed, standing up bare, his body effortlessly moving with grace despite his size. Baekhyun, now left without his personal heater, shifted lazily in the bed, his eyes following Chanyeol's every movement. The sight of his Mafia boyfriend's broad shoulders, defined back, muscles, and confident stride was enough to keep Baekhyun glued to the mattress, admiring him.

Chanyeol answered the call with his deep voice, the words soft enough that Baekhyun couldn't quite catch what was being said. But from the shift in Chanyeol's posture and the low hum of his replies, it was clear something important had arrived. A brief exchange later, Chanyeol's lips curved into a small smirk.

"Is it outside?" he asked, his tone casual yet commanding.

Hawk's voice crackled faintly on the other end, confirming, "Yes, boss. It's here."

Chanyeol's eyes glinted with satisfaction as he ended the call, tossing the phone onto the bedside table. He turned back toward Baekhyun, still bare, his smirk deepening.

"Come on, baby. Get dressed. I've got something to show you."

Baekhyun raised a sleepy brow, curiosity lighting up his face. "Can I take ten minutes to wash up first? I feel all..." He gestured vaguely at himself, making Chanyeol chuckle.

"Fine. Ten minutes," Chanyeol agreed, stretching his arms to assist Baekhyun get off the bed, his eyes trailing over Baekhyun's mussed hair and flushed face. He couldn't help but smile to himself as Baekhyun, in his usual hurried way, grabbed his discarded clothes off the floor. He slipped on his shirt and pants haphazardly before bolting out of the room, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Chanyeol watched him go, amusement warming his chest. Once alone, he stretched lazily, indulging in the last few moments of quiet before heading for the shower. In the steamy wash, he allowed the warmth to chase away the remnants of their earlier activity. He felt revitalized, slipping into a fresh set of clothes, smelling of his signature cologne, and looking effortlessly put together.

When Baekhyun finally reappeared, they met in the lobby, both freshly dressed, though in stark contrast. Chanyeol's sharp outfit spoke of power and confidence, while Baekhyun, in his casual combat shorts and shirt, looked youthful and full of life. It was a balance Chanyeol adored.

"Let's go," Chanyeol said, his hand easily finding Baekhyun's. Their fingers interlocked as they headed downstairs, the weight of Chanyeol's hand grounding Baekhyun and making him feel secure. They walked in tandem toward the end of the building, where the awaiting group came into view.

Sehun stood next to Capo Hawk, and beside them was a man Baekhyun hadn't seen before—a dealer, perhaps. But what caught Baekhyun's eye was what stood gleaming in the light: a sleek, black Mercedes-Benz EQS SUV, polished and pristine.

"Chanyeol..." Baekhyun whispered, wide-eyed as they approached the vehicle.

Chanyeol's smirk returned as he casually signed off the documents for the car, collected a key fob from the dealer, and handed it over to Baekhyun. "It's yours."

For a second, Baekhyun didn't move. His mind stuttered, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. Then, as the reality sunk in, tears welled up in his eyes. He launched himself at Chanyeol, hugging him tightly.

"Are you serious? This... this is mine?" Baekhyun's voice cracked with emotion, his hands gripping Chanyeol's shoulders tightly.

Chanyeol nodded, his voice low and affectionate. "All yours."

Baekhyun pulled back just enough to press his lips to Chanyeol's in a grateful kiss, his heart full. "Thank you, thank you so much!" He kissed him again, laughter bubbling up in between kisses as he looked back at the car, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
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Across the courtyard, a few soldiers stood lingering, their reactions varying. Some smiled, genuinely happy for Baekhyun, while others exchanged side glances, less pleased with the display of affection between the Don and his boyfriend. Among them, a group of female soldiers watched, their expressions mixed with envy and quiet frustration.

As the pair headed back inside, content with their moment, the soldiers outside began murmuring amongst themselves. Their conversations soon drifted toward Sofia's quarters, where the words turned sharp and spiteful. Sofia, who had once been the object of the Don's affections, found herself on the receiving end of their cruel gossip as she walked by.

"She thinks she's so special," one of the female soldiers sneered. "But what has she got now? Baekhyun's getting cars, cash and kisses. Sofia? All she got was used and thrown away."

The comment hit its mark, and Sofia, who had been within earshot, turned on her heel, fury blazing in her eyes. "You bitch," she spat, marching toward the group. "If you've got something to say, say it to my face!"

The soldier smirked, unfazed. "I don't need to. It's obvious. Baekhyun's got the Don wrapped around his finger. You? What do you have? Not a damn thing. Or probably you had his dick carved into a pendant so you could wear it around huh?"

Sofia's fists clenched, and without another word, she lunged at the soldier, her anger taking over. A punch landed squarely, and the other soldier quickly retaliated, turning the confrontation into a full-blown fight. The other soldiers scrambled to pull them apart, but Sofia wasn't done. She wasn't going to let anyone make her feel like nothing.

As the fight raged on, Sofia's face twisted with fury, her fists swinging wildly at the soldier who had insulted her. The other soldiers had managed to pull them apart, but neither Sofia nor her opponent seemed willing to let it end there.

"You think you're better than me, huh?!" Sofia snarled, wiping a smear of blood from her lip. "You don't know a damn thing about what I had with Don Chanyeol!"

The female soldier, whose name was Ji-Yeon, sneered, shaking off the grip of another soldier holding her back. "Oh please, spare me the sob story. What did you have? Lots of cash, a few nights in his bed, and then what? Thrown out like yesterday's trash. Baekhyun has what you'll never get—Don Chanyeol with him. You're just a footnote."

That struck a nerve, and Sofia lunged again, catching Ji-Yeon by the hair, yanking hard enough to make her yelp. "Shut your mouth before I rip that smug look off your face!"

"You jealous slut!" Ji-Yeon spat, trying to free herself, but Sofia wasn't letting go. "No wonder he dumped you! All you're good for is a quick lay and some drama. That's why he moved on to someone better—someone he actually gives a damn about!"

The other soldiers watching the fight exchanged looks—some shocked, others amused. The scene was almost too ridiculous, especially considering how fiercely Sofia was defending her bruised pride. One soldier muttered to another, "Sofia's acting like she's still got a shot. Can't believe she thought she could compete with Baekhyun."

"Well, clearly the Don had a type before," the other whispered back with a snicker. "But now, he's upgraded. He's got taste. Sorry, Sofia."

Sofia, hearing the hushed snickers behind her, lost whatever composure she had left. She released Ji-Yeon's hair only to shove her hard against the wall, nearly knocking over another soldier in the process. "Say that again! I dare you!"

Ji-Yeon, despite being cornered, laughed mockingly, her lips curling in a cruel smile. "You really don't get it, do you? You're just the girl Don Chanyeol got bored of. The rest of us? We're not surprised. Even if you throw punches, it won't change the fact that you're nothing now."

Sofia's vision blurred with rage, and she swung at Ji-Yeon again, but this time, the other soldiers finally stepped in, pulling her back more forcefully. "Sofia, enough!" one of them said, trying to deescalate the situation before it got even worse.

Ji-Yeon, still laughing, called after her, "Go cry about it in your room, honey! Maybe find a man who actually wants you next time!"

With one last angry shove, Sofia broke free of the soldiers holding her, her fists shaking at her sides. "You're dead, Ji-Yeon. I swear to God, you're dead. Let me catch you alone, and I'll—"

"Let's go, Sofia," one of the male soldiers finally came in and intervened, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her away before things could escalate again. "Don't make this worse."

Sofia resisted for a moment, her body tense, but eventually, she let herself be pulled away, though not without throwing one final glare over her shoulder at Ji-Yeon.

Ji-Yeon blew her a sarcastic kiss, laughing again as she fixed her hair. "Go ahead, princess. Run along now."

As Sofia was led away, the courtyard settled back into an awkward silence. The soldiers who had been watching exchanged glances, some amused, others unsettled.

"Well," one female soldier muttered under her breath, "That escalated fast."

"She had it coming, though," another chimed in. "Sofia's been acting like she's still queen around here. Maybe someone needed to knock her down a peg."

From her place near the wall, Ji-Yeon rubbed her scalp where Sofia had yanked at her hair, still smirking triumphantly. "Guess some people just can't handle the truth."

And with that, the courtyard returned to its usual buzz of activity, though whispers of the fight were sure to spread through the ranks, further fueling the gossip that Sofia had desperately tried to squash.

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When Sotto Capo Sehun heard about the commotion in the courtyard from one of the female soldiers, he was less than pleased. He'd just got back from a business trip, and finished dealing with a huge consignment logistics, managing the ranks, and coordinating with the higher-ups, and the last thing he needed was petty drama causing ripples in the estate. With a sigh, he summoned Sofia and Ji-Yeon to his office, preparing to deal with the mess personally.

Sofia and Ji-Yeon entered the room, both still fuming but trying to mask their anger. Sotto Sehun, sitting behind his desk with a stern expression, glanced up at the two of them. His eyes were hard, revealing none of the easygoing charm he sometimes displayed. Today, he was all business.

"Well, would either of you like to explain why I'm hearing about a fight in the courtyard?" Sehun's voice was cold, his words biting. "Last I checked, we weren't running a daycare here. I expect soldiers—adults—to handle their issues with some dignity, not by swinging fists like children."

Ji-Yeon opened her mouth to speak, but Sehun held up a hand, silencing her. "I don't want excuses. I've already heard the story. Sofia, you couldn't control your temper, and Ji-Yeon, you couldn't keep your mouth shut. Both of you acted like fools."

Sofia clenched her fists at her sides, staring at the floor, while Ji-Yeon kept her chin up, though the smug look she'd worn earlier had faded. Neither of them dared interrupt him.

Sehun leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he observed the two women. "You've embarrassed yourselves and, more importantly, the family. I don't care about your personal issues or who said what. You should know better than to air dirty laundry where everyone can see it."

The room was silent for a moment, tension hanging thick in the air, before Sehun continued. "I'm not about to let this slide. I'm assigning both of you to a week of community service duties. You'll clean, organize, and handle whatever grunt work Capo Jongin and Capo Hector deem necessary. And I expect those duties to be carried out exactly as instructed."

Sofia's eyes widened slightly, and Ji-Yeon looked ready to protest, but Sehun's glare silenced her before she could get a word out. "You both want to act like spoiled brats? Fine. You'll work like grunts for the next seven days. And I better not hear a single complaint from either of you, or we'll extend the punishment. Are we clear?"

Both women nodded stiffly, though their resentment was palpable.

"Good." Sehun stood up, signaling that the conversation was over. "Capo Jongin and Capo Hector will be informed, and they'll make sure you do what's required. Dismissed."

Sofia and Ji-Yeon turned to leave, but before they could step out of the room, Sehun's voice cut through the air one more time.

"And one more thing," he said, his tone sharp. "If I hear about anything like this happening again, the consequences will be much worse than community service. You're Mafia soldiers, not schoolgirls. Start acting like it."

The two women left the room in silence, their faces tight with frustration but understanding that there was no room to argue. Sehun had spoken, and in the family, his word was law.

As soon as they exited the office, they exchanged tense glances. Sofia's anger was barely contained, her pride wounded by the entire ordeal. Ji-Yeon, while quieter, still radiated defiance. But there was no time for them to dwell on it—Capo Jongin and Hector were waiting for them in the courtyard.

Jongin, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow as the two women approached. "Looks like someone's got a little extra work this week," he drawled, smirking. "Underboss Sehun wasn't happy, huh?"

Hector stood beside him, more serious. "We'll make sure you get through it," he said, but his tone was less forgiving. "You'll start with cleaning up the entire courtyard tonight, then we'll move on to whatever else needs doing tomorrow morning."

Sofia glared at Ji-Yeon out of the corner of her eye, but she kept her mouth shut, remembering Sehun's warning. Ji-Yeon, however, just huffed quietly, brushing past Hector and walking toward the courtyard.

As they began their first task of scrubbing down the courtyard and cleaning up the mess left by the soldiers, Sofia couldn't help but stew in her thoughts. She still felt humiliated, not just by the fight but by the fact that Baekhyun—someone she had silently envied for months—was being openly favored by Don Chanyeol.

Ji-Yeon, on the other hand, kept her eyes on her work but muttered quietly under her breath. "All this over some guy who thinks he's the queen now. Sofia, you let him get to you too much. It's not worth it."

Sofia grit her teeth, but she didn't respond. There was no point in arguing anymore. The punishment was in place, and they had no choice but to bear it. But one thing was certain—the tension between them was far from over.

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Author's note 📝
Q: Do you think Chanyeol tries hard enough to hide his jealousy? 👀 No matter how much he denies being in love with Baekhyun, those possessive little glances say otherwise, don't they? Or maybe... he's just fooling himself? 😉

Q: Can you handle dating a Mafia Don like Chanyeol? The kind who'll spoil you senseless but won't hesitate to punish you hard enough to make you cry... until you beg for more? 😉 Think you could survive that kind of intensity?

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