After ending the call without responding to his brother, Jin sped up his pace in driving and skipped a red light.

It was dark now and his vision was still blurred from the alcohol. While speeding past the red light, he heard the other cars honking behind him.

There was another car that kept on honking their horn, annoying Jin.

"Shut up, already!" He turned his head around to stretch his neck when his eyes met with a sporty car. Inside of it was a man who kept on staring at him.

"Namjoon?!" The man kept on staring downwards, ordering Jin to scroll down one of his windows.

"Follow me!"

"Why?" Jin heard the wheels of Namjoon's car burning.

"WHY! WAIT!!" The man closed his window and sped up, trying to catch up to his boss who was acting like a crazed teen, nearly setting fire to his wheels from how fast he was going.

"Should I really chase after him... With my brother's expensive as fuck car?" A smirk appeared on the man's face while he readjusted his mirrors, pushing down on the gas pedal.

"If it's a challenge you want, IT'S A CHALLENGE YOU'LL GET!" Jin took off behind the man.

Namjoon kept on switching lanes like a drunk driver, giving the older a hard time on catching up with him. Jin couldn't even believe he was actually chasing his own boss.

Moments later, Jin slowed down, entering an unknown house.

"Where am I? Is this Namjoon's apartment?" He waited in his car, unsure of what to do.

A suited man stepped out of his luxurious car, approaching Jin while adjusting his tie.

"You sir, can drive fast. Welcome to my humble abode!" Jin's eyes widened, shocked by the view on Namjoon's house.

"THIS is your house?" The older replied, walking behind his boss.

"Do you like it?" Namjoon asked, allowing Seokjin into his apartment.

It was just as clean and spotless as his office was. The man sure does like to be clean in and out of his house.

"It's beautiful... But I don't understand. Why did you do this?" The older questioned, settling down into Namjoon's couch.

"I wanted to invite you over. I didn't mean to drive off so fast, I'm sorry." Namjoon scratched the back of his head.

"Is this real life?" Jin laughed, sighing.

"Yes. Your crazy boss just challenged you to a race and won it." The younger winked.

"Well, you have me as your hostage, now. What do you plan on doing with me?"

The loud sound of thunder alarmed the two men. Jin smirked, waiting on his reply.

However, instead of getting the reply he was waiting for, he was surprised by a kiss on the lips.

Namjoon's lips felt warm and gentle. He moved his hands underneath Jin's waist.

The older wrapped his legs around his waist and he carried him to his bedroom.

"Is this really happening right now?" Jin thought as his boss began to undress himself, starting from his tie and ending with his trousers.

The nude figure standing in front of Jin had him thirsty. He couldn't help but stare at the man's length, no matter how hard he tried not to.

"Quit staring at my phallus and undress yourself for me." Namjoon's words left Jin confused, yet he didn't say a thing in that moment.

He removed his clothing, piece by piece.

"Don't just stand there. Get over here, I don't bite. . . Unless you want me to." The older teased, bringing the man closer to his body.

Namjoon felt around Jin's back, pulling him in for a kiss.

The collision of their lips was so intense, they became attached to each other, not once breaking their kiss, not even to breathe.

Jin smiled through the kiss, feeling loved for once.

This kiss was like no other kiss he's ever had before.

It wasn't forced.

It wasn't faked.

It was gentle and loving. As a kiss should be.

When their smooches became heated, Namjoon pulled away for a moment, breathing down on Jin who was breathless.

The older craved more. He turned himself over, waiting to be pounded into.

But he was left confused, once again, when he felt nothing. Not a single touch.

Namjoon hasn't lay a single hand on his waist, keeping him waiting, anxiously.

He remained silent, feeling the bed rock as his boss stepped off of it.

The room was now deadly silenced. Jin got up from the bed, turning over to face his boss
who was stepping back into his underwear.

"Namjoon? Why didn't you continue?" He noticed a disgusted look on the other's face.

"Why? You're really asking me why? Have you seen yourself in a mirror?" Jin was in a shock to hear these words were actually coming out of Namjoon's mouth.

"Seducing me with your words, but your body..." He folded his arms, staring back at the man in front of him.

"My body is what. Huh?" His eyes started to well up.

"Morphed. Disfigured. I- I don't know. Call it what you will... But it's horrendous!"

Just when he thought his day couldn't get any worse, Namjoon ended up dragging Jin out of his apartment by twisting the palm of his hands into a knot, gripping tightly onto his hair.

He pushed the man so far away, he fell on his back.

"Why are you doing this to me!! What did I do to you!" Jin cried.

Namjoon walked up to him, crouching down to his level.

The tension he felt in between him and his boss scared Jin. His legs went numb to the touch while trying to scoot away from the man in front of him.

Before Jin left, Namjoon whispered something into his ear that left him paralyzed.

"I could never love a slut like you."

~~~

That's when Jin woke up, hyperventilating, in another man's arms.

"Byungwoo?"