—Revenge is a dish best served cold, but in the world of the Mafia, a vendetta is a flame that never dies.—
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Baekhyun didn't drive to school for the next two days. Instead, he sat quietly in the back of one of Chanyeol's sleek, black cars, arms crossed as he watched the city blur by through tinted windows. The thrill of freedom he had tasted just a few days ago felt like a distant memory now. The soldiers who drove him exchanged few words, their expressions always serious and focused on their job—protecting him.

He sighed heavily, sinking deeper into the leather seats, his fingers lightly drumming against the armrest. Being driven everywhere wasn't unfamiliar to him—it came with the territory of dating Don Park Chanyeol—but after getting a taste of independence, it felt stifling to be under such tight control again. The smooth purr of the engine and the ever-present escort made him feel more like a high-profile figure being shuttled around than a university student.

When he arrived at campus, the soldiers parked discreetly nearby, but their presence was never far. Baekhyun felt their eyes on him as he walked to his classes. They waited at the same spot, always ready to swoop in as soon as school was over to whisk him back home. The routine had become mechanical. He missed the days of pulling up to school in his car, windows down, feeling the cool breeze against his skin, like any other student. Now, he could feel the weight of eyes following him—students who had once smiled at him or passed by without a second thought now gave curious looks.

It wasn't hard to guess what they were thinking. Everyone knew he was with Chanyeol, but the sight of the Mafia's sleek cars and bodyguards made everything more obvious. Baekhyun knew the whispers that followed him, the stares. He's dating the Don of Fire and Light. It made him self-conscious, not because he cared what people thought, but because it highlighted just how much his life had changed.

The afternoons were no better. He would walk out of class, spot the familiar black car waiting at the entrance, and slide into the backseat, always greeted by the same quiet nod from the driver. The first day, he had tried to argue. He had texted Chanyeol, trying to convince him to let him drive again.

Baekhyun: "I miss driving... Can't I at least go on my own tomorrow? The soldiers can still follow me."

Chanyeol: "No."

That was the end of the conversation. Chanyeol didn't entertain arguments when it came to Baekhyun's safety. He had made that clear, and Baekhyun knew better than to push it.

By the second day, he didn't bother texting anymore. The fight had drained out of him, and he resigned himself to the fact that his days of driving alone, of feeling that small taste of freedom, were over. The soldiers were polite, and the car was comfortable, but there was an invisible cage around him now, and he had no choice but to accept it.

Baekhyun couldn't help but feel frustrated. Days of being free, of driving around like a normal person, were over. He couldn't even walk out of the gates of his university without seeing the black car, as if it were a shadow waiting for him, a reminder of the life he was entangled in.

When he got home, Baekhyun would retreat to his room, lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He knew why Chanyeol was so strict. He understood that his boyfriend's world was dangerous, and being with someone as powerful as Chanyeol came with a price. But understanding didn't make it any less frustrating.

It wasn't until later in the evening, when Chanyeol called from abroad, that Baekhyun's frustration eased slightly. His voice on the other end of the line, deep and gentle, reminded him why he put up with all of it.

"How was school today?" Chanyeol's voice rumbled through the phone.

Baekhyun smiled faintly, even though Chanyeol couldn't see it. "The same. Boring."

"Behaving yourself?" There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but Baekhyun could still sense the underlying concern.

"Yeah," Baekhyun replied softly. "I haven't been driving. Just like you said."

"Good," Chanyeol responded, his voice turning serious. "I told you, I'm not taking any chances. You're too important to me."

Baekhyun's heart softened at that. He knew Chanyeol wasn't trying to control him—he was trying to protect him. And as much as he missed the freedom, he couldn't deny the warmth that bloomed in his chest knowing Chanyeol cared that much.

"I know," Baekhyun whispered. "I'll be careful."

"Good." There was a pause on the line before Chanyeol spoke again, his voice softer. "I'll be home soon. Just wait for me, okay?"

Baekhyun sighed, the weight of the last few days finally lifting. "I will."

And with that, Baekhyun hung up the phone, feeling a little better. Even if his freedom was limited, there was comfort in knowing that Chanyeol was always looking out for him. No matter how frustrating it got, being loved by Chanyeol made it all worth it.
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Baekhyun went to school with the same routine, and back. The moment Baekhyun stepped onto the mansion grounds, his eyes lit up at the sight of Don Chanyeol's fleet of cars neatly parked in their designated spots. A clear sign that the Don had returned from his business trip with his consigliere. Baekhyun's heart skipped with excitement. He had missed Chanyeol terribly, especially after spending so many nights sleeping alone while Don handled the affairs of the Mafia.

With an eager grin, Baekhyun hurried inside the mansion, his footsteps quick as he moved through the lavish living room, scanning each space for any sign of Chanyeol. His eyes darted to the study, the lounge, and even the kitchen, but still, there was no Chanyeol. A slight pout formed on Baekhyun's lips, his expression one of adorable frustration.

His last hope was the luxury bedroom. Without hesitation, Baekhyun knocked once on the door before pushing it open. The large, elegant room was just as it had been the last night they slept there—except it was still empty. No sign of Chanyeol. Even after checking the bathroom, his heart sank a little, the pout deepening on his lips.

But as he approached the closet door, a soft hum of machinery filled the air as the glass door slid open. Curious, Baekhyun peeked inside. There he found Chanyeol, standing amidst his collection of tailored suits and luxury attire, carefully arranging his clothes.

"Chanyeol!" Baekhyun's voice broke through the quiet, his tone full of relief.

Chanyeol turned with a chuckle, a smile spreading across his face as he saw Baekhyun's glowing expression. Without hesitation, Chanyeol wrapped his arms around the younger, pulling him close in a tight, warm embrace. "I missed you," Chanyeol murmured, pressing kisses to Baekhyun's temple and down to his cheek.

Baekhyun giggled, snuggling into Chanyeol's broad chest. "When did you get back?"

"About an hour ago," Chanyeol replied, stroking Baekhyun's back. "I knew you were in class, so I didn't want to disturb you."

Baekhyun pouted again, this time looking up at him. "You could have at least sent a text, though."

Chanyeol raised a brow. "Did you check your phone, vixen?"

Baekhyun blinked, his eyes widening slightly as he fumbled to pull out his phone from his pocket. Sure enough, there were several cute messages from Chanyeol—each one filled with sweet words about how much he missed him and how he couldn't wait to see him.

Baekhyun's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I-I didn't even check. Sorry, I accused you..."

Chanyeol chuckled and playfully flicked Baekhyun's forehead with his finger. "You're silly," he teased softly.

They shared another hug, followed by a soft, lingering kiss that left Baekhyun's heart fluttering. But as they pulled away, something caught Baekhyun's eye—a sleek, black box sitting on one of the closet shelves. He tilted his head curiously, pointing toward it.

"What's inside?" Baekhyun asked, his curiosity piqued.

Chanyeol smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he gestured toward the box. "Open it and see."

With slight hesitation, Baekhyun stepped forward and lifted the lid of the box. The moment he peeked inside, his breath hitched. His eyes widened at the contents—inside were various BDSM tools: a leather paddle, silk restraints, soft black lacey blindfolds, a flogger, and even a set of cuffs. Baekhyun's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as his mind raced, knowing exactly what they were for.

Despite knowing, his curiosity got the best of him, and he couldn't help but glance up at Chanyeol. "What... are these for?" he asked, his voice a little breathless.

Chanyeol smirked playfully. "They're for pleasure... and correction," he explained in a low, sultry voice, "when someone misbehaves." His playful smirk softened into something more serious, a deeper intensity flickering in his eyes. As he stepped closer to Baekhyun, he wrapped his strong arms around him from behind, pulling him into a warm, firm back hug. His chest pressed against Baekhyun's back, and Baekhyun could feel the steady rhythm of Chanyeol's breath on his neck.

Chanyeol leaned in, his lips grazing Baekhyun's ear as he whispered in a low, sultry tone, "The correction I'm talking about... it involves both pain and pleasure." His words sent a shiver down Baekhyun's spine, making his heart race. "But make no mistake, Baekhyun... in the end, it's still a form of punishment."

Baekhyun's breath hitched at the intensity of Chanyeol's voice, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swelling in his chest. He bit his lip, feeling Chanyeol's presence so close, his words sinking in deeper with every passing second.

Chanyeol tightened his arms around Baekhyun slightly, his breath warm against Baekhyun's ear as he continued, "Sometimes, punishment is necessary... to teach you, to correct you, but also to remind you that I'm always in control."

Baekhyun's cheeks burned, his entire body tingling with anticipation, but he felt safe in Chanyeol's embrace despite the edge in Don's words. He nodded slowly, a soft gulp escaping him as he leaned back into Chanyeol's warmth, his heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and excitement for what was to come.

"Are you... are you going to use them on me?" His question was almost shy, though the eager anticipation in his voice betrayed him.

Chanyeol shrugged nonchalantly, though his eyes held a playful glimmer. "It depends," he said, teasing the edge of Baekhyun's anticipation.

Baekhyun gulped again, his cheeks still burning red as the thought swirled in his mind. He turned to face Chanyeol, and they hugged once more, Chanyeol's strong arms providing a sense of comfort even amidst the teasing tension between them.

"I want to take you somewhere," Chanyeol said, his voice low and full of meaning. "Go get ready."

Baekhyun's eyes widened with curiosity, but before he could ask what it was, Chanyeol pressed another soft kiss to his lips, cutting off his thoughts. The gentle press of his lips lingered for a moment, and Baekhyun smiled into the kiss, feeling the warmth spread through him.

He pulled back just enough to peck Chanyeol's lips one more time, a quick, playful kiss that left Chanyeol smiling. "Okay, okay," Baekhyun chuckled as he backed away, his hand lingering on Chanyeol's arm for a moment before he hurried out of the room. "Give me five minutes!"

Chanyeol watched him go, a small smile tugging at his lips as Baekhyun disappeared down the hallway. He could still feel the ghost of Baekhyun's kisses on his lips, and he couldn't help but think that he had missed this—missed him—more than words could say.
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Baekhyun had promised five minutes, but it was twenty before he finally appeared at the top of the staircase, smoothing down his shirt and adjusting his hair. Don Chanyeol, who had been waiting in the living room, let out a soft laugh when he saw his boyfriend making his way down the stairs, looking every bit as radiant as always. Baekhyun smiled sheepishly, aware that he had taken longer than planned, but the sight of Chanyeol's amused expression made him relax.

"Five minutes, huh?" Chanyeol teased as Baekhyun reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Sorry, I got carried away picking clothes from my closet," Baekhyun grinned, slipping his hand into Chanyeol's as they made their way outside.

Chanyeol held Baekhyun's hand firmly, their fingers intertwining naturally as they began to stroll through the estate grounds. It wasn't a long walk, but Chanyeol had decided against driving; he wanted to take things slow, to savor the moment, and Baekhyun was excited to be at his side. The evening air was cool, and the faint rustling of leaves accompanied their footsteps as they walked side by side.

The eyes of the Mafia members scattered across the estate were on them. Sehun, the Underboss, walked a few feet behind, his sharp gaze observing everything as always. Capo Hawk and Capo Jongin also followed at a respectful distance, their presence subtle but ever-watchful. But despite the company, it felt like it was just Chanyeol and Baekhyun in their world.

Eventually, they arrived at the estate's shooting range. It wasn't Baekhyun's first time here; he had come once before with Sehun. But walking in alongside Don Chanyeol brought a different kind of energy to the place. The man in charge of the range, a grizzled veteran who had seen many of the Mafia's activities, looked up from his post, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw the Don walking in with Baekhyun by his side.

"Don Park," the man greeted, bowing respectfully before letting his gaze flicker to Baekhyun. He clearly remembered him from his last visit but hadn't expected to see him with the Don. "It's an honor."

Chanyeol nodded in acknowledgment before turning to Baekhyun with a small smile. "I told you I'd teach you," he said, his voice low and encouraging. "But this time, we're going to use a real gun."

Baekhyun blinked, his eyes widening a little at the idea. He had practiced with smaller weapons before, but a real gun? That was a different story. Still, he trusted Chanyeol, and the excitement in his eyes was unmistakable as he nodded.

The range guard took care of all the necessary safety measures, explaining the basics of handling the weapon and ensuring everything was set up correctly. Baekhyun stood with the gun in hand, trying to focus, but the weight of the real firearm was heavier than he had expected. As he adjusted his grip, some of the Mafia members watching couldn't hold back their laughter.

"Too heavy?" Hawk called out, grinning.

Baekhyun pouted slightly, his lips forming an adorable frown as he looked at Chanyeol. "It's... a little heavy."

Chanyeol chuckled softly, stepping behind Baekhyun and adjusting his stance. His arms wrapped around Baekhyun from behind as he corrected his posture, guiding his hands to hold the gun properly. "You'll get used to it," Chanyeol murmured, his breath warm against Baekhyun's ear. "Just focus, I've got you."

With Chanyeol's steadying presence, Baekhyun felt more confident. He aimed, his heart pounding a little as he prepared to fire. The Mafia members watched in amusement, their eyes filled with fondness at Baekhyun's cuteness and determination.

Baekhyun fired, and the shot rang out. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start. He turned to look at Chanyeol, who was smiling proudly.

"You did well," Chanyeol said, his hand resting gently on Baekhyun's shoulder. Baekhyun beamed at the praise, feeling a surge of warmth and satisfaction at having impressed the Don, even if just a little.
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Baekhyun grinned widely, his heart swelling with pride at Chanyeol's praise. He handed the gun back to the range instructor, who gave him a nod of approval. As Baekhyun wiped his slightly sweaty hands on his pants, he couldn't help but glance up at Chanyeol, who still had that proud glint in his eyes.

"I think I'll need more practice," Baekhyun laughed, running a hand through his hair.

"You did great for your first time training with a real gun, aside from the day you tried to kill me with it." Chanyeol teased him, his voice low but full of warmth. "Next time, we'll work on your aim."

Baekhyun felt his cheeks heat up, not from embarrassment but from how comforting Chanyeol's presence was. The Mafia members lingering at a respectful distance kept their eyes on the pair, but there was a sense of camaraderie in their gazes. They weren't just watching their Don; they were watching someone who made their leader happy, and that was enough to gain their respect.

As they began to walk back, Baekhyun kept stealing glances at Chanyeol, who looked content, his steps slow and deliberate as they strolled through the estate grounds. The light breeze ruffled Chanyeol's hair, and Baekhyun found himself thinking how lucky he was to have someone like him—a strong, protective presence, but also someone who cared deeply, even in the quietest ways.

Sehun, Hawk, and Jongin were still a few paces behind, maintaining their distance while ensuring the Don and Baekhyun were always within sight. Baekhyun noticed Sehun exchange a smirk with Hawk as they walked, but he was too happy to care about whatever they were thinking.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while longer until they finally reached a quiet spot near the edge of the estate where the view of the skyline was breathtaking. Chanyeol paused and turned to Baekhyun, his eyes soft as he took in the sight of his boyfriend standing there, looking at the horizon.

"I wanted to show you this," Chanyeol said, his voice gentle. "It's peaceful here, away from everything."

Baekhyun's eyes sparkled as he looked out at the skyline. "It's beautiful, Chanyeol."

Chanyeol smiled, watching the way the soft light illuminated Baekhyun's face. He wanted to capture this moment, to remember the way Baekhyun's eyes shone with wonder.

As Baekhyun was busy admiring the serene surroundings, his eyes sparkling with excitement, Chanyeol quietly slipped his hand into his jacket pocket. He felt the smooth metal against his fingers and pulled out a delicate gold chrome hearts necklace and bracelet, the jewelry catching the soft light around them.

Baekhyun, still lost in the beauty of the estate, turned to say something to Chanyeol, but his words caught in his throat when he saw the shimmering gold dangling from Chanyeol's hand. His eyes widened in surprise, and then pure excitement washed over his face.

"Chanyeol..." Baekhyun whispered a mix of shock and happiness in his voice.

Without a word, Chanyeol stepped closer, gently placing the necklace around Baekhyun's neck and fastening the bracelet around his wrist. The cool touch of the gold against Baekhyun's skin sent a shiver through him, but it was the thought behind the gift that touched him most.

"Thank you," Baekhyun murmured, his voice soft but full of emotion. He quickly wrapped his arms around Chanyeol in a tight hug, pulling back just enough to tiptoe and peck him lightly on the cheek.

Chanyeol smiled at the gesture, his heart warming at Baekhyun's happiness, and though the moment was quiet, it felt perfect between them.
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As Sehun, Hawk, and Jongin followed at a respectful distance behind Don Chanyeol and Baekhyun, the silence between them lingered, heavy with unspoken thoughts. But the weight of it didn't last long. Sehun, who had been watching the couple ahead with his usual sharp gaze, glanced sideways at Hawk and broke the silence.

"Who would've thought the Don would be walking around holding hands like that?" Sehun muttered, his voice low but laced with amusement. There was a subtle smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes didn't lose their seriousness.

Hawk chuckled softly, though the sound was almost wistful. "Yeah, it's something you don't see every day. Guess love does soften people, huh?" His tone was light, but there was an edge to it—an underlying note of concern. His eyes flicked ahead to Baekhyun, whose laughter echoed softly in the air. "But it makes you wonder how long it can last. This... peace."

Jongin, who had been the quietest of the three, glanced between them before speaking, his voice almost hesitant. "I never thought I'd see Don Chanyeol this... different. The way he looks at Baekhyun—it's like he's not the same man in the meetings, y'know? He seems..." Jongin trailed off, searching for the right word. "Happy."

"Happy? Yeah," Sehun muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "That's the problem."

Hawk nodded in agreement, understanding the underlying meaning. "Love can do that to a man. It can make him soft, and make him forget the world he lives in. But for us, in this world? It's a luxury we can't afford. Makes him vulnerable."

Jongin shifted uncomfortably, the weight of their words sinking in. "Do you think Baekhyun knows what it means to love someone like Don Chanyeol? It's not just flowers and holding hands. He's putting himself in the crossfire just by being close to him."

"Does it matter if he knows?" Sehun said, his voice quieter this time. "Baekhyun looks like the type who'll love him anyway. But it makes Chanyeol vulnerable too." He glanced ahead, where Chanyeol had gently pulled Baekhyun closer, the smile on his face brief but genuine. "When someone gets to the Don through love, there's no stopping what comes next. The moment people know about this..." Sehun trailed off, the unspoken threat hanging in the air.

Jongin's expression darkened as he processed Sehun's words. He wasn't wrong. In their world, love wasn't a sanctuary; it was a weapon. And no matter how strong Chanyeol was, love could bring him to his knees. "It's hard to see someone like Baekhyun getting dragged into all of this. He's too... innocent."

Hawk glanced at Jongin with a raised brow. "Innocent? He's with the Don now. That innocence is fading fast. Whether he likes it or not, he's part of our world." His voice was matter-of-fact, but the sympathy in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. "But still... I can't help but feel bad for him."

Sehun hummed in agreement, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched Chanyeol brush a strand of hair from Baekhyun's face. "Yeah. I just hope he's ready for what's coming. Because once you're in this deep, there's no getting out."

Hawk sighed, his gaze following theirs. "Baekhyun might not know it yet, but he's going to be tested. And so will Chanyeol. Let's just hope they both make it out intact."

Jongin glanced at Sehun, then back at Hawk. "And if they don't?"

Hawk gave a small shrug, though his expression was grim. "Then we do what we always do—pick up the pieces and move on."

Sehun chuckled darkly, though there was little humor in it. "Spoken like a true Capo."

As their conversation faded, they all fell into a thoughtful silence, the sound of Chanyeol and Baekhyun's footsteps echoing faintly ahead of them. They couldn't help but exchange subtle glances, each of them silently wondering just how long this fragile happiness would last in the world they all lived in.

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Chanyeol and Baekhyun arrived home just as the warm, savory aroma of Kyungsoo's culinary creations filled the air. The massive dining table was beautifully set, with each dish displayed like art—steaming plates of delicacies that made Baekhyun's mouth water. Chanyeol smiled as he saw Baekhyun's eyes light up, knowing how much he loved Kyungsoo's cooking.

They sat down together, and the conversation was light and easy. Baekhyun talked about his day, sharing little stories and moments while Chanyeol listened intently. Now and then, Chanyeol would reach out, resting his large hand on Baekhyun's as they enjoyed the meal, the occasional glance between them filled with affection.

As they finished, Baekhyun leaned back in his chair, letting out a contented sigh. "Kyungsoo's cooking never disappoints," he said with a soft smile. Chanyeol chuckled in agreement, wiping his mouth with a napkin before pushing his chair back.

"I don't know how he does it," Chanyeol replied, glancing at the near-empty table, "but I'm glad he does."

After dinner, they went their separate ways to freshen up. Baekhyun disappeared into his room, while Chanyeol headed upstairs to freshen up and change into something more comfortable. When he came back down, he was dressed in casual slacks and a simple shirt that fit him perfectly, making his tall frame seem even more relaxed.

A phone was pressed to his ear as he strolled into the living room, his voice low and serious as he spoke with his consigliere, Heechul. Chanyeol's tone was all business, discussing a matter that needed his attention, but his steps were unhurried. As he entered the room, he glanced around, eyes softening slightly as he spotted Baekhyun curled up on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

He paced slowly across the room as he continued his conversation with Heechul, his deep voice a constant hum. Baekhyun, noticing him, glanced up and smiled faintly, feeling comforted by Chanyeol's presence. Even while on the phone, his presence dominated the space, yet there was a sense of calm that Chanyeol brought with him.

Chanyeol paused briefly by the window, eyes on the view outside but mind focused on the conversation. After a moment, he ended the call with a few final words, slipping the phone into his pocket. His gaze then shifted back to Baekhyun, his expression softening even more as he walked over.

"You good?" Chanyeol asked, his voice lower now, the seriousness from his conversation gone.

Baekhyun nodded, a lazy smile on his lips. "Yeah... just full from dinner. I think Kyungsoo's trying to spoil us."

Chanyeol chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Baekhyun's temple before sitting beside him, letting out a quiet sigh of his own as he finally relaxed. For a moment, they simply sat there, the silence between them comfortable and warm, filled with the quiet sense of home that they always found in each other's company.

Baekhyun smiled faintly but his mind was still on the conversation he overheard. "What are you planning, Chanyeol?"

Chanyeol sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's nothing major. I'm just working to secure some new alliances, and strengthen our position at the next sit-down."

Baekhyun's expression tightened as he sat up straighter. "Another sit-down? That's not a good idea, Chanyeol. You narrowly survived the last one. You're still recovering. You shouldn't be making risky deals right now. It could backfire, especially if the other Mafia family is someone untrustworthy."

Chanyeol shook his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Baekhyun, I know this people, I'm doing this for us. We're vulnerable right now because of my current ascension on the ground. After everything that's happened, especially with Minseok's betrayal, we need stronger allies to protect ourselves. This is the best way to ensure that no one else tries to come for us."

"Can you not attend?" Baekhyun's lips pressed into a thin line, frustration bubbling up. "You never listen to me, Chanyeol. But you want me to always obey you. This could cause more problems than you realize. What if they betray you? What if it leads to more violence?"

Chanyeol's gaze softened, but his resolve didn't waver. "Baekhyun, not everything can go your way. I have to make these decisions to keep us safe, to keep this family strong. I need you to trust me on this."

Baekhyun pulled his hand away, his expression hurt. "It's not about things going my way, Chanyeol. It's about protecting you, us. I don't want to lose you because of a decision like this."

Chanyeol took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. He reached out again, taking Baekhyun's hand, his grip firm but gentle. "I'm doing this because I want us to last. You know that. As for this particular sit-down, I will go."

Before Baekhyun could respond, Sofia entered the room, her footsteps light. She stopped abruptly when she saw them arguing, retreating quietly into the corner, her back against the wall. She bit her lip, trying to listen in without being noticed.

The tension between Chanyeol and Baekhyun hung heavy in the air as they exchanged glances, neither one willing to fully back down, but both feeling the weight of the love between them.

Chanyeol huffed as he got up from the couch where he had been sitting with Baekhyun, frustration evident in his movements. He began pacing around the room, running his hand through his hair as Baekhyun continued to rant. The tension between them had been building for minutes now, but it was this—Baekhyun telling him not to go to the next sit-down—that had finally pushed him over the edge.

"The last sit-down almost cost you your life!" Baekhyun's voice was sharp, his worry clear.

Chanyeol stopped pacing briefly, shaking his head. "This is a must, Baekhyun. I'm a Don. I need to be there."

"You're ignoring my worries, Chanyeol," Baekhyun shot back, his tone softer but hurt. "Why won't you just listen to me for once?" Baekhyun's voice broke, sharp and demanding.

"This isn't about your feelings, Baekhyun. This is about our family and what we need to do to make it work."

"And ignoring me is supposed to help?" Baekhyun shot back, his voice rising.

Chanyeol's fists clenched at his sides. "I am not ignoring you, Babe! I'm trying to protect us. To keep us together."

"By pushing me away? That's your idea of protection?" Baekhyun stood up, his small frame trembling with anger.

Chanyeol took a step closer, his eyes blazing. "You don't understand—"

"No, you don't understand!" Baekhyun interrupted, his voice breaking. "You don't understand how much it hurt me when you laid on that hospital bed unconscious. How much it kills me when you act like my opinion doesn't matter."

Chanyeol's expression softened, the anger fading from his eyes. "Baekhyun, I..." Chanyeol's heart ached at the sight of tears welling up in Baekhyun's eyes. He reached out, but Baekhyun stepped back, shaking his head.

"I can't keep doing this," Baekhyun whispered, "I don't want to lose you." his voice trembling.

The room was filled with a heavy silence as Chanyeol stood there, his hand still outstretched. Then, with a sudden surge of emotion, he closed the distance between them and pulled Baekhyun into a fierce embrace.

"I'm sorry," Chanyeol murmured against Baekhyun's hair. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this for me. I care about you, Baekhyun. More than anything. I just... I don't want to lose this opportunity, please."

Baekhyun clung to Chanyeol, his anger melting away as he felt the sincerity in Chanyeol's words. "I care about you too, Chanyeol. But you have to let me in. We have to face things together."

Chanyeol nodded, pulling back just enough to look into Baekhyun's eyes. "I promise. From now on, we face everything together."

Baekhyun smiled through his tears, a small, tentative smile that made Chanyeol's heart swell with affection. He leaned in, capturing Baekhyun's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his love and regret into it. Baekhyun responded with equal passion, their lips moving in a desperate dance of reconciliation and renewed commitment.

As the kiss deepened, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, wrapped in each other's arms, ready to face whatever came their way.
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Chanyeol, fueled by the intensity of the moment, effortlessly lifted Baekhyun off the ground. Baekhyun instinctively wrapped his legs around Chanyeol's waist, his chuckle vibrating against Chanyeol's lips.

Chanyeol pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "What's so funny? Not what you were expecting?" he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.

Baekhyun's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, his embarrassment only making him more endearing. "Maybe... maybe I was," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chanyeol grinned, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss on Baekhyun's forehead. "Good," he murmured. "Because I intend to make it even better."

With Baekhyun still securely wrapped around him, Chanyeol began making his way toward the elevator, since he couldn't use the stairs while carrying Baekhyun due to his gunshot injury. Their kisses grew more fervent inside the elevator, a mix of desperation and longing as they clung to each other.

As they reached the doorway, Chanyeol paused, looking into Baekhyun's eyes. "Ready?" he asked, his voice husky with anticipation.

Baekhyun nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and excitement. "Always," he whispered, leaning in to capture Chanyeol's lips once more as they crossed the threshold into the master bedroom, their passion igniting the night.
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Sofia stood frozen in the corner, her chest tightening as she watched Chanyeol lean down and kiss Baekhyun softly on the lips. The tenderness in Chanyeol's gaze, the way he held Baekhyun's hand as though he were the most precious thing in the world—it stirred a bitter storm of jealousy within her. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, her heart aching as she witnessed the intimacy they shared. Her eyes followed every movement, her lips trembling as Chanyeol, with ease, lifted Baekhyun into his arms and began walking toward the elevator.

As the doors slid shut, Sofia felt a wave of despair wash over her, but she didn't turn away. Instead, she snuck up the stairs, her steps cautious, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way to the upper floor. She could still feel the sting of their closeness, the sound of their laughter replaying in her mind. When she reached the top, she stopped, peeking down the hall, her breath catching as the elevator doors opened.

There they were—Chanyeol, still kissing Baekhyun, carrying him like they were the only two people in the world. Sofia's chest constricted as she watched Chanyeol carry Baekhyun toward the master bedroom.
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Chanyeol entered his bedroom, and with a gentle but playful motion, he dropped Baekhyun onto the bed. Baekhyun bounced slightly, his eyes wide with surprise and a grin spreading across his face. Before he could say anything, Chanyeol was hovering over him, his fingers already starting to dance across Baekhyun's sides.

The door remained ajar, and through the small gap, Sofia could see them. Her eyes burned with heartbreak, at the sight of Chanyeol's soft touch, the way Baekhyun smiled against his lips, making her feel as though she were suffocating.
....

"Chanyeol, no!" Baekhyun squealed, but his protests quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter as Chanyeol's fingers found his most ticklish spots.

Chanyeol chuckled, watching Baekhyun wriggle beneath him, his laughter filling the room like music. "What's the matter? I thought you liked surprises," he teased, his fingers moving to tickle Baekhyun's ribs and underarms.

Baekhyun's laughter became louder, his face flushed with both mirth and the lingering blush from their earlier exchange. "Stop! I can't... breathe!" he managed to gasp out between fits of giggles.

Chanyeol eased up slightly but continued to tickle him gently, his touch light and teasing as he targeted the soft spots on Baekhyun's sides and stomach. His eyes softened, filled with love as he watched Baekhyun's joyful expression.

Finally, Chanyeol stopped, letting Baekhyun catch his breath. The room fell into a comfortable silence, only the sound of their breathing filling the space. Chanyeol leaned down, capturing Baekhyun's lips in a tender kiss, the laughter giving way to a deeper connection.

Sofia lingered, unable to tear herself away, knowing she shouldn't be watching, but the jealousy gnawed at her, keeping her rooted to the spot.

As they pulled away, Baekhyun's cheeks flushed with warmth. He hesitated for a moment, biting his lip shyly before finally looking up at Chanyeol with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. His heart raced, but there was something else in his eyes—something he'd been holding back, a secret waiting to be shared.

"Chanyeol..." Baekhyun began softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you..."

Chanyeol's brows furrowed slightly as he tilted his head, his deep eyes locking onto Baekhyun's face. He could sense the weight of whatever Baekhyun was about to say, and he responded gently, his voice low and encouraging. "What is it, Baekhyun? What have you been wanting to tell me?"

Baekhyun took a deep breath, his gaze flickering down for a moment before returning to Chanyeol's eyes. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of Chanyeol's shirt as if searching for the courage to let the words out. And then, with a soft exhale, he finally let the truth slip.

"I've... fallen in love with you," Baekhyun confessed, "I love you, Chanyeol." his voice trembling with emotion yet filled with honesty.

Chanyeol froze for a heartbeat, his expression unreadable as he processed the words. His usually composed demeanor cracked ever so slightly, caught off guard by Baekhyun's sudden confession. For a moment, he was silent, his chest tightening with emotions he hadn't fully allowed himself to explore until now.

Baekhyun, feeling the weight of the silence, searched Chanyeol's face anxiously. He wasn't sure how Chanyeol would respond, but the look in his eyes—the depth, the intensity—was enough. Even if Chanyeol didn't say the words back right away, Baekhyun could see everything he needed in the way Chanyeol was looking at him.

With a soft, reassuring smile, Baekhyun reached up and gently cupped Chanyeol's face, his thumb brushing tenderly across his cheek. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with understanding. "You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know."

Chanyeol's hand slowly came up to rest over Baekhyun's, his touch firm but gentle. He leaned into Baekhyun's hand, closing his eyes for a moment as if grounding himself in the warmth of the touch, and whispered, "Baekhyun..." Before he could finish, Baekhyun pulled him into another kiss, sealing their unspoken words with a promise of love and understanding.

Chanyeol kissed Baekhyun back with the same hunger, the weight of his unspoken words pressing heavily on his chest. He wanted to tell Baekhyun that he felt the same way, that he loved him more than anything. But fear gripped him, fear that Baekhyun would get hurt because of his dangerous life as a Mafia Don.

As they pulled away from the kiss, He looked into Baekhyun's eyes, seeing the love and sincerity there, and his heart ached even more. How could he put Baekhyun at risk? How could he let his enemies see Baekhyun as his weakness?

Chanyeol's heart swelled with love and sadness. He smiled softly, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. "Baekhyun," he whispered, "I..."

He couldn't bring himself to say the words, to tell Baekhyun that he loved him too. His mind raced with the thought: I love you too, but I can't tell you that I do... Because I need you alive.

Chanyeol's silence was filled with the weight of his unspoken confession. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against Baekhyun's, his eyes closing as he tried to find the strength to protect the one he loved.

Baekhyun smiled gently, understanding the conflict within Chanyeol. He hugged Chanyeol "It's okay," Baekhyun repeated, his voice soothing. "I know."

As they pulled away, Chanyeol whispered, "I know you love me and trust me I will never take that for granted. I'll do everything to return this love, and as well, keep you safe."

Baekhyun nodded, his heart full of love and understanding. "I trust you," he replied softly.

Chanyeol's heart ached with the burden of his silent confession, but he knew that protecting Baekhyun was the most important thing. He held Baekhyun close, vowing silently to cherish and safeguard the love they shared, no matter the cost.

Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun to himself. He held Baekhyun close, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart. The weight of his silent confession still lingered, but in Baekhyun's embrace, he found a moment of peace.

Baekhyun pulled back slightly, looking up at Chanyeol with a soft smile. "So, what now?" he asked, his eyes searching Chanyeol's face.

Chanyeol felt a surge of gratitude and love for Baekhyun. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Baekhyun's forehead. "Thank you," he whispered.

They spent the next few moments hugging in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other's arms. The outside world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their shared bubble of intimacy.

Eventually, Chanyeol pulled back slightly, looking down at Baekhyun with a tender smile. "How about we get some rest?" he suggested. "It's been a long day."

Baekhyun nodded, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but his heart light with love. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Chanyeol helped Baekhyun settle into bed, pulling the covers up around him. He climbed in beside Baekhyun, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. Baekhyun snuggled into Chanyeol's chest, feeling safe and content in his embrace.

As they lay there, Chanyeol's mind wandered to the future. He knew the road ahead would be difficult, filled with dangers and uncertainties.

"Goodnight, Baekhyun," Chanyeol murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Baekhyun's hair.

"Goodnight, Chanyeol," Baekhyun replied, his voice already thick with sleep.

Chanyeol lay awake for a while longer, listening to the steady rhythm of Baekhyun's breathing. He made a silent promise to himself: no matter what happened, he would protect Baekhyun and cherish the love they shared.

Eventually, sleep claimed him, and the two lovers drifted off into a peaceful slumber, their hearts beating in unison.

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Outside the master bedroom, Sofia stood with her back against the wall, her heart sinking with every word she overheard. She had come to talk to Chanyeol, hoping to rekindle the connection they once shared. But as she listened to the intimate conversation between Chanyeol and Baekhyun, her hopes were crushed.

Sofia felt a sharp pang of sadness and disappointment. She had always known Chanyeol's world was dangerous, but she had never expected him to fall for someone else so deeply. She had given herself to him, believing that their physical connection meant something more. But now, hearing the tenderness and love in his voice as he spoke to Baekhyun, she realized she had been nothing more than a fleeting distraction for him.

Tears welled up in Sofia's eyes as she silently listened to Chanyeol's promises to Baekhyun, the words piercing her heart like daggers. She remembered the nights she had spent with Chanyeol, the passion they had shared, and how she had hoped it would lead to something more. But now, it was clear that Baekhyun had captured Chanyeol's heart in a way she never could.

Feeling a mixture of heartbreak and betrayal, Sofia turned and walked away from the door, each step heavy with the weight of her unrequited love. She had always known that Chanyeol's life was complicated, but she had never imagined that she would end up as just another casualty of his tangled web.

As Sofia made her way out of the house, she wiped away her tears, vowing to move on and find someone who would love her for who she was, not just use her for their desires. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she also knew she deserved better than being someone's second choice.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Chanyeol and Baekhyun slept peacefully, unaware of the turmoil outside their door. The night was calm, but for Sofia, it was a harsh reminder of the fragility of love and the pain of unfulfilled dreams.

The night had taken a somber turn as the drizzle began to fall, casting a melancholic veil over the city. Sofia ran from her car to Sotto Capo Sehun's quarters, her hair and clothes quickly getting drenched. Her heart pounded in her chest, the pain of Don Chanyeol's rejection weighing heavily on her.

Underboss Sehun stood under the shelter of the threshold, smoking with his lieutenant, Capo Hawk. They were engaged in a quiet conversation when Sehun noticed Sofia approaching, her figure illuminated by the dim lights. The moment their eyes locked, Sehun knew something was wrong.

Hawk, usually stoic, raised an eyebrow in concern. "Looks like trouble," he muttered, exhaling a plume of smoke.

Sehun nodded, his eyes never leaving Sofia as she approached. Her tear-streaked face and the sadness in her eyes spoke volumes. Without a word, he stubbed out his cigarette and moved to meet her, leaving Hawk to continue smoking alone.

"Sofia," Sehun said softly, reaching out to her. "Come inside."

Sofia collapsed into Sehun's arms, her sobs shaking her entire body. Sehun gently led her into the warmth of his quarters, closing the door behind them. He guided her to a couch and sat beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder.

"Sofia, what happened?" Sehun asked, his voice calm and soothing.

She clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt. "It's... it's Don Chanyeol," she managed to choke out between sobs.

Sehun sighed, his suspicion confirmed. "I figured as much," he said softly. "He's a hard man to get close to."

Sofia buried her face in his chest, crying deeply. "He used me, Sotto Sehun. I thought... I thought we had something, but he's in love with Baekhyun. I was just... just a distraction."

Sehun wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. "Sofia, the Don is never one to love anyone that easily. You should know that. He doesn't have the heart for it. What he has with Baekhyun now... I'm not sure if it's real or just another phase for him. Only time will tell."

Sofia pulled back slightly, looking up at Sehun through her tears. "But it hurts so much. I feel so stupid."

"You're not stupid," Sehun said firmly, brushing a tear from her cheek. "You're beautiful, inside and out. And you deserve someone who will see that and love you for who you are, not just use you. Don Chanyeol... he's not capable of giving you the love you need."

Sofia sniffled, trying to compose herself. "Do you think I'll find someone like that?"

Sehun smiled gently. "I do. And until you do, remember that you have friends who care about you. You're not alone in this."

Sofia nodded, finding some comfort in Sehun's words. "Thank you, Sotto Capo Sehun."

He gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Anytime, Sofia. Now, let's get you dried off and warm. The rain isn't going to help your mood any." He fetched a towel and gave it to her.

They stayed like that for a while, Sehun's presence a soothing balm to Sofia's wounded heart. Outside, the drizzle continued to fall, but inside, there was a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would get better.
----

Sehun gently guided Sofia to lie down on the couch. Her exhaustion and emotional turmoil had taken a toll, and she began to doze off, her eyes fluttering shut. Sehun quietly fetched a soft blanket from a nearby chair and draped it over her, making sure she was warm and comfortable.

As he watched her sleep, Sehun's expression softened. He cared deeply for Sofia and hated seeing her in pain. He sat beside her for a few moments, ensuring she was settled. The room was dimly lit, the sound of the drizzle outside creating a soothing ambiance.

Sehun leaned back into the couch, the soft snores from Sofia filling the room. Her sleeping form looked utterly drained, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for her. She had fallen so hard for Don Chanyeol, completely unaware of the turmoil the Don was going through. Chanyeol, who commanded fear and respect from so many, was struggling with his own heart, torn between admitting that he was in love with Baekhyun and his need to deny it.

Slowly, his mind drifted back to the tumultuous ride home from the airport after picking up Baekhyun from the university a few weeks ago. It had been a moment he couldn't shake off, one that echoed the complexities of love intertwined with loyalty.

The tension had filled the air like a storm cloud, suffocating and palpable, as he listened to the interaction between Don Chanyeol and Baekhyun unfold in the back seat. Sehun could still hear Chanyeol's voice, low and sharp, cutting through the silence.

"Who was that guy you were with?"

"Oh, Mark?" Baekhyun answered casually, oblivious to the shift in Chanyeol's mood. "He's been a friend since our first year. We grabbed some ice cream before I was heading home."

Sehun felt the tension coil tighter, his grip on the armrest instinctively tightening. The moment Baekhyun had said that name, he sensed the storm brewing, even though Baekhyun appeared blissfully unaware of Chanyeol's building anger.

"So, you let people touch your lips and then lick the crumbs from it, huh?" Chanyeol's words hung ominously in the air, thick with unspoken threats.

Sehun's heart raced, feeling the weight of Chanyeol's emotions without needing to turn around. He dared not turn around. Baekhyun's face must have paled, the ease of their previous banter slipping away. Sehun could picture the tension in his expression, a mix of fear and regret as he scrambled to explain.

"He's just a friend, Chanyeol," Baekhyun stammered, his voice trembling. "We were just joking around, Yeol... it's not what you think."

Sehun recalled how Baekhyun had fought to find the right words, desperation leaking into his tone. He had seen the raw power of Chanyeol's jealousy and felt a pang of discomfort wash over him. Was this what it meant to be close to such a powerful figure? To witness his vulnerabilities?

"Mark was just being silly. I didn't mean—"

"You didn't mean what?" Chanyeol interrupted, his voice thick with restrained anger. "Didn't mean to let him touch you like that? Or didn't mean to make it seem like you enjoyed it?"

Sehun had winced at the biting edge in Chanyeol's tone. It wasn't just anger; it was jealousy, fierce and unfiltered. The car had felt suffocating, and as much as Sehun respected Chanyeol, he couldn't help but feel conflicted. Here was the Don he revered, reduced to a man tormented by love and insecurities, struggling to confront the depths of his feelings.

At that moment, Sehun had wondered about the paradox of their world—how Chanyeol, with his sharp suits and commanding presence, attempted to hide his love while simultaneously denying the possibility that Baekhyun could fall for him. Who wouldn't fall in love with a Mafia Don like Park Chanyeol? His power was intoxicating, but the vulnerability that lay beneath was equally alluring.

As they finally arrived at the estate, Sehun felt the air shift again. The tension from the car ride clung to him like a shadow. Before Chanyeol could reach for the door, Sehun had jumped out, instinctively opening it for him. He knew the Don wouldn't acknowledge the gesture—his mind was somewhere else entirely—but it was a small act of loyalty, a reminder of the bond they shared.

Baekhyun, frantic and regretful, rushed after Chanyeol, his voice breaking the stillness. "I'm sorry, Yeol... please, I didn't mean to—"

Sehun watched as Baekhyun trailed behind Chanyeol, his words falling on deaf ears. Chanyeol's silence was more menacing than any tirade. With every step he took toward the grand entrance, he seemed to carry the weight of their tumultuous emotions, leaving Sehun in the driveway, grappling with his sense of helplessness.

It was moments like this that made Sehun reflect on the world they lived in, where love and power danced an intricate ballet, and where loyalties were tested in the shadows of uncertainty.

With a deep sigh, Sehun stood up and walked back to the portico where Hawk was still smoking. Hawk glanced at him, a silent question in his eyes.

"She's asleep," Sehun said quietly. "She needed this."

Hawk nodded, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Don Chanyeol, huh?"

Sehun sighed, leaning against the rail. "Yeah. She's hurting because of him. I tried to reassure her, but..."

"It's a tough situation," Hawk finished for him, exhaling smoke into the night air. "Don Chanyeol's got his demons. And now, with Baekhyun..." Hawk chuckled.

Sehun nodded, looking back into the room where Sofia slept. "I just hope she finds someone who truly appreciates her."

Hawk grunted in agreement. "She deserves better."

Sehun's gaze lingered on the door for a moment longer before he turned back to Hawk. "We'll keep an eye on her. Make sure she's okay."

Hawk nodded, his expression serious. "Of course."

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In the shadowy underbelly of the Fire and Light Mafia, Don Chanyeol maintained an iron grip on information. His network of informants and tech experts was second to none, and they had developed advanced surveillance equipment that could infiltrate even the most secure communications.

When Minseok's situation became precarious, Chanyeol decided it was time to keep a closer watch on his former Underboss. He summoned his trusted tech specialist, a brilliant hacker known for his ability to exploit vulnerabilities in digital security. The specialist quickly got to work, planting a discreet yet highly sophisticated surveillance application on Minseok's phone during a routine visit to the estate.

As Minseok unknowingly carried the device, it allowed Chanyeol's team to monitor every conversation and text message, especially to Jackson. The application operated quietly in the background, using a method that exploited the phone's operating system, making it nearly undetectable. This included real-time listening capabilities that could capture audio during phone calls and record it without raising suspicion.

On the day of the call between Minseok and Don Jackson, Chanyeol's surveillance equipment was primed and ready. As the call connected, the system activated automatically, streaming the audio directly to Chanyeol's secure server, even in his absence.

It's been a long time since they had that conversation... Tonight, Don had decided to reevaluate his former Underboss, contemplating whether he could extend a second chance. He considered the possibility of trusting him again, showing mercy, and bringing him back into the fold—not as an Underboss, but perhaps as a Caporegime, a step down yet still part of the family. Seated in his office, a glass of whiskey in hand, he listened closely, his mind torn, as Jackson's voice dripped with manipulation and veiled threats.

Chanyeol's brow furrowed as he heard Jackson pressuring Minseok for information, the tension in the room palpable. He could sense another betrayal brewing again, but he also noted the underlying fear in Minseok's voice. Every word exchanged between the two men was analyzed, feeding Chanyeol's strategy as he prepared to tighten his grip on both Minseok and Jackson.

As Chanyeol continued to listen to their conversation, his fingers curled into fists, the knuckles whitening as his grip tightened around the whiskey glass. Each word that fell from Minseok's lips pierced through him like daggers, igniting a furious blaze within.

"Baekhyun..." Minseok had said, his voice tremulous, a hint of desperation lacing his words. "He's Chanyeol's little plaything if I must say... He fucks a Don, and it's gotten into him." The moment Chanyeol heard Minseok utter Baekhyun's name, everything inside him snapped. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, a surge of rage mixed with the sharp sting of betrayal. He clenched his jaw, gripping the phone so tightly it was a wonder it didn't shatter in his hands. Minseok—the man he had once trusted as his Underboss, the man he had spared—had just spoken the one name Chanyeol never wanted to hear in such a dangerous context.

His Baekhyun.

Chanyeol's mind raced, connecting the dots. Baekhyun had been followed, trailed by some unknown person, and now it all clicked into place. Minseok, the traitor, had revealed his most sacred secret, the very thing that could bring Chanyeol to his knees. Baekhyun was his heart, his weakness, and Minseok had handed that knowledge to his enemies.

Chanyeol's breathing grew shallow as the realization sunk in deeper. Minseok had ripped open an old wound, a vulnerability Chanyeol had hidden so carefully. It wasn't just about power or business anymore; this was personal. Minseok had exposed the one person in the world Chanyeol would die to protect.

The fury in Chanyeol's eyes darkened, his gaze as cold as steel. How could Minseok do this? How could someone he had trusted with his life betray him so easily, exposing Baekhyun to the wolves? The very thought of Baekhyun being in danger because of this reckless act made Chanyeol's blood boil.

Every fiber of his being screamed to act, to lash out, to protect what was his. He could envision Jackson's sinister smile as he plotted how to exploit this information, and it fueled Chanyeol's fury even further. The heat of his anger was palpable, simmering just below the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.

Taking a deep breath, Chanyeol forced himself to calm down, but the anger lingered like a storm waiting to break. This was not just about Minseok's betrayal; it was about protecting what was his. With every fiber of his being, he vowed to retaliate, to remind everyone that beneath his calm exterior was a force to be reckoned with. He would not let this weakness go unaddressed; he would turn the tables on Jackson, using the very information he sought to exploit against him.

The recording ended. Consigliere Heechul, calm and collected as always, leaned back in his chair and sighed. "I told you," he said, his voice dripping with quiet confidence. "Minseok would still be in touch with Jackson. I warned you he couldn't be trusted."

Chanyeol's chest rose and fell with controlled, seething rage. His fingers drummed once on the desk, then stilled. "The fact that Minseok even dared to entertain a conversation with Jackson..." His voice was low, dangerous, and barely contained. "After everything I've spared him from..."

Heechul nodded, knowing better than to interrupt. "He's a liability, Don Chanyeol. He always has been. It's only a matter of time before he truly betrays you again. This was just a test... and he's failed it."

Chanyeol stood up abruptly, pacing toward the window that overlooked the estate. His mind raced. Minseok's loyalty was in question—again. But now, the time for leniency had passed. He could feel his anger boiling over, threatening to spill into fury. The betrayal stung deeper because it came from someone he had once trusted as his Underboss.

"He thinks I'm weak," Chanyeol muttered, more to himself than to Heechul. "He thinks I won't act."

Heechul leaned forward, his voice sharp. "You cannot let this go unanswered, Don Chanyeol. You've already given him mercy once. Now? Now he must face the consequences."

Chanyeol's eyes narrowed. He moved back to his desk and pressed a button on the intercom. "Bring me Hawk and Hector," he ordered, his voice firm.

Within minutes, Capos Hawk and Hector entered the office, their expressions serious as they took their places before the Don. They could sense the weight of the moment, the heavy atmosphere that signaled something important was about to happen.

Chanyeol didn't look up immediately, still sitting in silence, staring down at the papers on his desk. Finally, he spoke, his voice a measured calm that barely masked the fury beneath.

"Minseok has forgotten his place." Chanyeol's gaze finally lifted, his eyes cold and calculating as they met Hawk's and Hector's. "Go fetch him. Bring him here. Now."

Both men nodded swiftly, knowing there was no room for hesitation. Hawk and Hector turned on their heels and left the room without another word, their footsteps echoing down the hallway.

As the door clicked shut, Chanyeol let out a slow breath. His eyes flickered to Heechul. "When Minseok arrives, I'll decide what to do with him."

Heechul gave a thin smile, leaning back into his chair. "He'll regret ever crossing you, Don Chanyeol. You've been too kind. But now... it's time to remind everyone why you're the head of this family."

Chanyeol's fingers flexed, and his jaw tightened. "He won't be shown mercy again."

The clock ticked ominously in the background as they waited for Hawk and Hector to bring Minseok in. Chanyeol's eyes never left the door, knowing that when Minseok walked through it, his fate would be sealed.
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The silence in Don Park Chanyeol's office was thick, tense, and unyielding as they waited for Hawk and Hector to return with Kim Minseok. Consigliere Heechul sat quietly, watching his Don, knowing that this was a pivotal moment—one that would set the tone for the Fire and Light Mafia family moving forward.

After what felt like hours, though it was only minutes, there was a sharp knock on the door. Chanyeol's gaze snapped to it. "Enter," he commanded, his voice calm but laced with an edge.

The door swung open, and in walked Capos Hawk and Hector, with Minseok between them. Minseok's face was pale, his steps hesitant, as though he knew that whatever came next would not be in his favor. The weight of the room's atmosphere pressed down on him, and he barely dared to meet Chanyeol's gaze.

"Don Chanyeol," Hawk said, bowing his head slightly in deference before stepping back. Minseok stood alone now, his shoulders stiff as he forced himself to face the Don.

Chanyeol remained seated, his expression cold and unreadable. For a long moment, he didn't say anything, simply studying Minseok. The silence stretched, unbearable, until finally, Chanyeol spoke.

"You've disappointed me, Minseok." His voice was measured, each word carefully chosen, like a blade poised to strike. "After everything I've done for you, after the loyalty I've shown you... this is how you repay me?"

Minseok swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Don Chanyeol, I don't understand—"

"Shut up." Chanyeol's voice cut through the air like a whip, making Minseok flinch. "You were in contact with Jackson. After everything that's happened, after betraying this family, you still dared to speak to him. To tell him that Baekhyun was my plaything."

Minseok's eyes widened, and his heart pounded in his chest. He felt the urge to explain, to plead, but the fear in him kept his mouth shut.

Chanyeol leaned forward, his eyes burning with a fury that had been carefully restrained. "Do you think I'm a fool, Minseok? That I wouldn't find out? I gave you one chance. One." His fingers tapped on the desk, a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched the ticking of the clock. "But you threw it away."

Minseok's lips parted, but no words came out. His mind raced, trying to find a way out, some explanation that would satisfy Chanyeol's wrath. But there was none.

"You're lucky to still be alive," Chanyeol continued, his voice low and dangerous. "And you're standing here today because I allowed it. But now I wonder..." His gaze darkened, and the room seemed to grow colder. "Was that a mistake?"

Minseok's knees felt weak, but he forced himself to stand tall. "Don Chanyeol," he managed, his voice trembling, "I—I never meant to disrespect you. I swore an oath to this family. I never intended—"

"Enough!" Chanyeol's fist slammed onto the desk, and Minseok flinched again. "You broke that oath the moment you betrayed me. You broke it when you reached out to Jackson." He paused, leaning back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "And now, I'm left wondering what to do with you."

Minseok's heart dropped. He had known this moment would come, but standing here now, facing Chanyeol's cold fury, it felt even more real. More terrifying.

Heechul, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "Don Chanyeol, perhaps Minseok needs to be reminded of what loyalty truly means." His voice was smooth, but there was no kindness in it. "A message must be sent. To him, and everyone else."

Chanyeol's gaze shifted to Heechul for a brief moment before returning to Minseok. "I agree."

Minseok's breathing quickened panic setting in. "Don Chanyeol, please. I've made mistakes, I know that. But I'm still loyal to you, to the Fire and Light. I'll do whatever it takes to prove it."

Chanyeol's expression remained impassive. "Still loyal to me?" He scoffed—unbelievable.

Minseok struggled for an answer, but none came. His silence spoke volumes.

Chanyeol stood, towering over Minseok now, his presence overwhelming. "I've given you too many chances. And now..." He took a slow, deliberate step toward Minseok, his eyes never leaving his. "Now, you've run out of time."

Minseok's body went cold with dread. He could feel his world closing in around him, the walls of his fate tightening. "Please, Don Chanyeol," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "I beg you..."

Chanyeol stopped just inches from him, his gaze icy and unforgiving. "Your time with this family is over, Minseok."

A long silence hung in the air as Chanyeol turned to Hawk and Hector. "Take him to the courtyard. I'll meet you there."

Minseok's legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees, fear overwhelming him. Hawk and Hector stepped forward, each grabbing an arm and dragging him out of the office.

Chanyeol watched them go, his face unreadable. Heechul stood beside him, his eyes glinting with quiet satisfaction.

"Don Chanyeol," Heechul said softly, "You made the right choice."

Chanyeol didn't respond, his gaze still fixed on the door where Minseok had disappeared. He clenched his fists at his sides, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on him.

But there was no turning back now. Minseok had made his choice, and so had Chanyeol. The Fire and Light Mafia family would never be the same again.

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As Capos Hawk and Hector dragged Kim Minseok outside, the air grew thick with tension, an invisible weight pressing down on the men. The courtyard outside the main mansion of the Fire and Light Mafia estate was eerily quiet, illuminated only by the dim glow of a few scattered street lanterns. It was the kind of silence that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the kind that signaled something dark was about to happen.

Minseok stumbled as they pulled him forward, his legs barely able to hold him up. He wasn't sure where they were taking him, but the dread in his gut told him that wherever it was, it wasn't good. His breath was shallow, his thoughts spiraling out of control. Is this it? Is this where it ends?

He tried to glance up at Hawk, searching for any sign of mercy, but the Capo's face was set in stone, cold and indifferent. Hector, on the other side, was just as emotionless. These men weren't just his fellow Mafia soldiers; they were enforcers of Don Chanyeol's will, and they would not disobey Don's orders.

The courtyard itself felt different tonight—like the very ground beneath their feet was preparing to swallow Minseok whole. Shadows flickered across the stone paths, the dim lights casting a haunting glow as they reached the center, where a few other soldiers stood, silently watching the spectacle unfold. No one spoke. No one dared.

Minseok could feel every gaze on him, judging him, condemning him. His body shook with fear, but his mind raced, trying to find some way out of this. But there was none. Chanyeol had spoken, and there was no mercy in his words.

Hawk and Hector dragged him to the center of the courtyard and let him go. Minseok crumpled to the ground, his knees hitting the cold stone with a dull thud. He stayed there, gasping for breath, hands trembling as he pressed them to the ground, trying to steady himself. He had to plead. He had to try. Maybe there was still a chance.

"Please..." Minseok rasped, his voice cracking with desperation. "I didn't mean to—"

"Shut up," Hector snapped, his voice sharp as a whip. "You had your chance to speak back there."

Minseok's mouth went dry, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried again, his voice weaker now. "I... I'll do anything. Please, I'm loyal to the Fire and Light. I've always been loyal—"

"Loyal?" Hawk scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You betrayed Don Chanyeol. You spoke to Jackson, and also Baekhyun in danger. Hyung, there's no coming back from that."

Minseok's vision blurred with tears. He knew they were right. There was no redemption here. He had made a fatal mistake, and now, he would pay for it. But still, the survival instinct in him clung to a sliver of hope. Maybe if he groveled enough, if he showed how broken he was, Don Chanyeol would reconsider.

Before he could say more, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind. Minseok froze, his head turning slightly, eyes widening as he saw Don Chanyeol walking out of the mansion, flanked by Consigliere Heechul. The Don's face was an unreadable mask of cold fury, his eyes locked on Minseok as if nothing else in the world mattered right now.

Everyone straightened, falling into a reverent silence as Chanyeol approached. He stopped a few feet from Minseok, his gaze piercing through the fallen man like a blade.

For a long moment, Chanyeol didn't say anything. He just stared down at Minseok, who knelt in the dirt, shaking like a leaf in the wind. The silence was suffocating, the tension unbearable.

"Do you know why I let you live the first time?" Chanyeol's voice was soft, almost too soft, and it sent a shiver down Minseok's spine. He didn't dare answer.

"You're not worth the bullet," Chanyeol continued his voice like ice. "But you're nothing now. No power. No position. No loyalty. Just a ghost waiting to disappear."

Minseok trembled, tears streaming down his face. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. His throat was tight, his mind blank with terror.

Chanyeol stepped closer, his presence towering over Minseok like a dark storm. "You had everything. I trusted you. I gave you the world. And you threw it away." His voice turned harder, colder. "Twice...You have betrayed me, Minseok."

Minseok sobbed openly now, his face pressed to the ground, his hands clutching at the dirt. "Don Chanyeol, please... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to—"

"Enough!" Chanyeol snapped, his voice ringing out like a gunshot in the night. "There's no apology that can fix this."

He turned his head slightly, glancing at Hawk and Hector. "Take him to Hell."

Minseok's breath hitched. He knew what that meant. He knew what happened to people who were taken to Hell. His mind screamed in panic, his body frozen in place.

"No... no, please!" Minseok cried, scrambling on his knees toward Chanyeol, his hands reaching out. "I'll do anything. Please, Don Chanyeol, don't do this!"

Capo Hawk stepped forward, grabbing Minseok by the arm and yanking him back, his grip like iron. Minseok fought against it, his cries echoing through the courtyard.

"Please! I beg you! Don Chanyeol, spare me! I'll prove my loyalty—"

Chanyeol didn't even look at him as he walked away, his back turned to the man who had once been his trusted underboss. The cold night air swallowed Minseok's desperate pleas, leaving only the sound of his sobbing as Hawk and Hector dragged him toward the back seat of a waiting car.

The Don's expression remained a mask of stoic indifference as he turned away, his silhouette swallowed by the shadows of the dark. The echoing screams of Kim Minseok faded into the night, a haunting reminder of the price of defiance.

The driver stood at the ready, knowing all too well the weight of what had just transpired. Inside the estate, the eyes of the mafia soldiers and other Capos, who were unaware of what had transpired, flickered toward the don, fear tightening their chests. Some felt a twinge of pity for Minseok, while others coldly rationalized that he had brought this fate upon himself with his reckless choices.

As Don Chanyeol settled into the back seat of the car, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Heechul, his trusted consigliere, slid in beside him, the familiar weight of their dark world hanging heavy in the vehicle. Chanyeol's eyes remained fixed ahead, thoughts swirling in a storm of regret and resolution. The decisions made tonight were final, the consequences irretrievable.

The moment the driver hit the gas, a cloud of dust erupted behind them, swirling into the air as the convoy screeched out from the Fire and Light Mafia Estate. The tires squealed against the asphalt, a brutal symphony of power and danger that mirrored the chaos in Chanyeol's heart. Each jolt of speed pulled them further away from the haunting remnants of what had just occurred, yet the weight of Minseok's screams lingered in the back of his mind, a relentless echo that tugged at his conscience.

Chanyeol clenched his jaw, staring out into the darkness. This was the life he had chosen, but the toll it took on him was a heavy burden. Each decision felt like a knife, slicing through the fabric of his soul, leaving scars that would never heal. In this ruthless world, power came at a price, and tonight, that price felt heavier than ever.

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On hearing the commotion outside, Baekhyun's heart raced as he rushed through the mansion's halls, his breath shallow with rising panic. The moment Kyungsoo told him—sobbing, barely able to speak—that Don Chanyeol was going to kill Minseok, they took him to Hell. Baekhyun felt as though the ground had been ripped from beneath his feet.

His hand trembled as he reached for his car keys and phone, from his vanity and rushed down the stairs, barely hearing Kyungsoo's desperate pleas for him to stop. "Baekhyun, no! It's dangerous—don't go! Please!"

But Baekhyun didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He knew where Chanyeol had taken Minseok. He'd been there once before—Hell, the underground chamber where Chanyeol handled betrayals. The place where no one came back the same.

As he sped through the dark roads leading to the hidden bunker, his chest tightened with dread. He had to reach Chanyeol before it was too late.

When he finally arrived at Hell's gates, the guards moved to block his way, but a flash of recognition crossed their faces. "He's Don Chanyeol's boyfriend," one of them murmured, and reluctantly, they let him through.

Baekhyun bolted from his car, his feet pounding the cold stone floor as he entered the dimly lit underground chamber. His heart slammed against his ribs as he ran towards the lift that would take him down to Hell's depths.

Inside the lift, he pressed the button, each second feeling like an eternity as it descended. The cold, sterile air of the chamber felt like a noose tightening around his neck.

The doors opened with a hiss, and what he saw stole the breath from his lungs.

There, in the center of the room, was Kim Minseok—on his knees, shaking, crying—his face contorted with fear. Surrounding him were Consigliere Heechul, Capo Hawk, and Capo Hector. But it was Don Chanyeol who commanded the room, his presence cold, unyielding, like a shadow that consumed the light.

Baekhyun's arrival caught Chanyeol's attention immediately, and fury flickered across Don's face the moment their eyes met.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol growled, his voice low and deadly, "why are you here?"

Baekhyun's stomach lurched. He knew he wasn't supposed to be here. This was Chanyeol's world, a place of blood and brutality—one he had kept Baekhyun far from. But seeing Minseok like this, knowing what was about to happen, Baekhyun couldn't stay away. His legs trembled, but he forced himself to step forward, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"I..." Baekhyun's voice cracked as he tried to find the words. His eyes flicked to Minseok, then back to Chanyeol. "I can't let you do this."

Chanyeol's eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. "This is not your concern. Get out of here. Now."

But Baekhyun couldn't move. He could feel the weight of Chanyeol's anger bearing down on him, but the thought of Minseok dying here tonight—it was too much. Minseok had always been kind to him, and loyal to Chanyeol's family. Even now, kneeling in tears, Minseok didn't deserve this.

"No," Baekhyun whispered, stepping in front of Minseok, his body blocking Chanyeol's line of sight to the man on the ground. His hands trembled as he stood there, but he didn't back down. "If you're going to kill him, you'll have to kill me first."

The room fell deathly silent. Heechul's eyes widened slightly, while Hawk and Hector exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.

Chanyeol's face twisted with rage, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. "Baekhyun. Move."

Tears welled up in Baekhyun's eyes, but he shook his head, standing his ground. "I won't. Please, Chanyeol. Don't do this. Minseok made a mistake but he has been loyal—he's been a brother to you. Don't kill him like this."

The silence stretched out painfully, Chanyeol's stare burning into Baekhyun. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, Chanyeol reached into his jacket and pulled out his gun.

Baekhyun froze as the cold barrel of the gun was aimed directly at his forehead. His breath hitched, fear paralyzing him, but he didn't move.

The sight of Don Chanyeol pointing a gun at his lover was something none of the Capos had ever seen before. A gasp escaped from Consigliere Heechul, who immediately gestured to Hawk and Hector to leave the room. The two men hesitated but followed orders, the door closing behind them with a heavy thud.

Now, it was just the four of them—Minseok sobbing on the floor, Chanyeol with his gun trained on Baekhyun, and Heechul watching with sharp, anxious eyes.

"Move, Baekhyun," Chanyeol ordered again, his voice a lethal whisper.

But Baekhyun, though shaking in terror, didn't back down. His gaze locked with Chanyeol's, tears spilling down his cheeks. His heart felt like it would burst from his chest, but he stood firm.

"You're not this person," Baekhyun's voice was a broken whisper. "The Don Chanyeol I know and love... is not this person. You wouldn't kill your brother."

Chanyeol's hand trembled slightly, the gun still pointed at Baekhyun's forehead. His eyes flashed with conflict, fury warring with something deeper. For a split second, his grip faltered.

Baekhyun's sobs grew more desperate. "Please... You care for me, don't you? You can't do this, Chanyeol. I know you're angry, but... this isn't you. You're not a killer of your own family."

Chanyeol's breath came in ragged bursts as he stared down at Baekhyun. The tension in his body was palpable, the cold steel of the gun shaking in his hand. One wrong move and the trigger could be pulled—one slip and Baekhyun's life could end right here.

But something in Baekhyun's words pierced through the haze of Chanyeol's anger. His hand, still gripping the gun, trembled harder, and his expression twisted with an emotion that even he couldn't hide.

For the first time in years, Don Chanyeol—the ruthless, unyielding Mafia Don—looked... unsure.

Heechul, sensing the danger and the vulnerability of the moment, stepped forward, his voice gentle but firm. "Don Chanyeol, please. This is not how you want to do this."

Chanyeol's jaw clenched, his eyes still locked on Baekhyun. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, his hand began to lower the gun. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he took a step back, his face a mixture of rage and sorrow.

Baekhyun let out a shaky breath, his entire body collapsing with relief as the cold barrel moved away from his forehead. But he didn't move from in front of Minseok. He kept his eyes on Chanyeol, silently begging him to see reason.

Minseok, still trembling behind him, dared to glance up, his tear-streaked face full of disbelief. Had the Baekhyun he snitched on just saved his life?

The tension in the room hung thick, suffocating, but Chanyeol—Don Chanyeol, the man who had built an empire from blood and loyalty—couldn't pull the trigger on the person he loved most in this world.

With a sharp, frustrated exhale, Chanyeol finally lowered the gun completely, his hand dropping to his side. His eyes burned with unshed emotion as he turned away, unable to look at Baekhyun any longer.

"Get him out of here," Chanyeol muttered, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. He didn't clarify if he meant Minseok or Baekhyun.

Heechul stepped forward, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. "Come on, Baekhyun. Let's go."

Baekhyun hesitated, still standing protectively in front of Minseok. But when he looked at Chanyeol, who had turned his back on them, he knew it was over. The gun had been lowered. Chanyeol had chosen mercy.

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Baekhyun's heart was still racing as Hawk drove him back to the Mafia estate. The adrenaline that had surged through his veins in Hell was slowly ebbing, leaving behind a cold dread. He glanced sideways at Hawk, who was driving in tense silence. He hadn't said a word since Chanyeol stormed out of Hell, his face like thunder.

When they arrived at the estate, Don Chanyeol stepped out of his car first, slamming the door behind him with a force that echoed across the grounds. His face was a mask of barely restrained fury, and no one dared get in his way. Soldiers, staff—everyone kept their distance, avoiding his dark gaze.

Baekhyun sat frozen in the passenger seat, watching Chanyeol's rigid back as he disappeared into the mansion without sparing a glance in anyone's direction. The air felt thick, suffocating. Even Hawk remained still, gripping the steering wheel as if bracing for an explosion that never came.

"Thank you," Baekhyun muttered to Hawk, his voice barely above a whisper before he unbuckled his seatbelt and slipped out of the car. His legs felt like jelly, but he forced himself to move, quietly making his way toward the mansion.

The moment he entered, fear gripped him. Chanyeol's fury was like a living thing in the air, and Baekhyun could feel it weighing heavily on his chest. He didn't dare make any noise, didn't dare draw attention to himself. His eyes darted around, scanning the halls nervously, looking for any sign of Chanyeol. But the mansion was eerily quiet. Too quiet.

Baekhyun swallowed hard and tiptoed toward the stairs, his movements careful and deliberate. He needed to get to his room. He needed to hide—for now, at least. His body trembled with the memory of Chanyeol's anger, the image of that gun pointed at his head still fresh in his mind.

As he reached the top of the stairs, Baekhyun cast one more glance over his shoulder, checking if Chanyeol was anywhere to be seen. Nothing. The coast was clear.

With a shaky breath, Baekhyun padded softly down the hall and into his bedroom, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He leaned against the door for a moment, his heart pounding in his ears. He could finally breathe, just for a second.

But when he flicked the light switch on, his breath caught in his throat, and a startled yelp escaped his lips.

Chanyeol was sitting at the edge of the bed, rolling his sleeves to his elbow, his tall frame leaning slightly forward. His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes were locked onto Baekhyun with an intensity that made his blood run cold. Next to him, resting on the bed, was a sleek black box—one Baekhyun immediately recognized. A box filled with punishment tools.

Baekhyun's mouth went dry. The silence in the room was deafening as Chanyeol's gaze bore into him. He didn't need to say a word; the message was clear.

"You shouldn't have gone there," Chanyeol said, his voice calm but laced with a chilling edge that sent a shiver down Baekhyun's spine. "You broke three rules tonight, Baekhyun."

Baekhyun swallowed, his pulse quickening. He knew what was coming.

Chanyeol stood slowly, towering over Baekhyun, his presence suffocating. He took a deliberate step toward him, making Baekhyun instinctively take a step back until his back pressed against the closed door.

"Going to Hell without my permission. Leaving the mansion at night without protection. And acknowledging the fact that you know I can't kill you, thereby disrupting my plans... disrespecting me in front of my men." Chanyeol's voice dropped lower, more dangerous. "Do you understand how serious this is?"

Baekhyun's lips parted, but no sound came out. He nodded, eyes wide and fearful, unable to look away from Chanyeol's dark gaze. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the heat radiating from Chanyeol's body. The door felt solid against his back, but it was nothing compared to the overwhelming intensity of Chanyeol's presence.

Chanyeol leaned closer, his free hand resting casually above Baekhyun's head, effectively caging him in. The slight tilt of Chanyeol's lips hinted at a smirk, one that sent a thrill of apprehension mixed with excitement through Baekhyun.

"Do you realize how disrespectful you were tonight, Baekyun?" Chanyeol repeated his voice a deep, resonant whisper that reverberated through the air. The way his eyes locked onto Baekhyun's made it impossible to look away, a magnetic pull drawing Baekhyun in despite the danger.

Baekhyun swallowed hard, trying to gather his thoughts. "I—"

"Do you?" Chanyeol interrupted, his tone sharp, almost predatory. He leaned in even closer, their faces mere inches apart. The space between them felt charged, alive with unspoken tension. "Because I don't take disrespect lightly. You need to learn that."

Baekhyun's heart raced, a mix of fear and thrill coursing through him. "I didn't mean to—"

Chanyeol's gaze darkened, his expression shifting from playful to serious in an instant. "You know what I want, Baekhyun. You know what happens when you step out of line." His voice softened, almost coaxing, as he added, "And right now, I want you to feel exactly what it means to defy me."

Baekhyun's breath hitched as he felt the heat radiating from Chanyeol's body, the warmth engulfing him. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once. "I... I understand," he finally managed to say, a whisper laced with uncertainty.

Chanyeol smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Good." His eyes flicked toward the box on the bed, a slow, calculating smile curling at the corners of his lips. "Since you wanted to act out tonight, I think you should choose your punishment."

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Author's note 📝

I know you can't wait to see how Don Chanyeol punishes Baekhyun for disrespecting him! 🤭 Will it be a lesson in love or something more? Stay tuned!🔥

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