Sinister || YeonBin/TaeGyu AU✔

Part 2: chapter 5

"I thought you escaped", Jaemin said with a chuckle and moved off the hood of his car when he saw Beomgyu exiting the club, walking up to him with slow steps. His head was hung low, dry tears visible on his face as his eyes had swollen areas around them, "Why is your pretty face looking like you have been crying?"

An ironical expression was drawn on Jaemin's face as he lifted up his hand and slowly brushed the younger's cheekbone with his thumb. Beomgyu didn't even try to push him away as he was feeling dizzy, dull and weak. His legs were even feeling like they would give up soon. He could barely keep his eyes open.

"Come on", Jaemin said, retreating his hand only to wrap it around the boy's waist instead, "Let's get in the car"

Beomgyu stumbled on his feet as Jaemin led him to the car, helping him to place himself on the front passenger's seat. Beomgyu weakly fastened his seatbelt while Jaemin ran to the driver's seat and got inside. He put on his seatbelt as well and grabbed the keys in the keyhole, flashing a short glance at the boy beside him with a small smirk on his face before starting the car and driving off.

Beomgyu couldn't notice how the corner of Jaemin's lips had been curled upwards subconsciously during the whole ride. The poor boy was busy dealing with his own problems and blowing away drowsiness. He even pulled down the window and let the cold air hit his face as the car moved hastily through the street, causing him to sober up more and more as time passed. Maybe once they reached the destination, Beomgyu still wasn't fully sober, but he could at least function normally by that time.

The apartment was large and luxurious. It wasn't surprising though since Jaemin was the owner of the famous scientific company. Giant comfortable-looking couches, small puff chairs, luxurious round table with round chairs on each side, golden curtains, white tile flooring... the entire environment was fancy and it was supposed to radiate comfort, but all Beomgyu could feel was pain, disgusted by the reason of his own presence in that apartment.

"Let's have a glass of wine, shall we?"

Beomgyu got sick from the smile he saw playing on Jaemin's lips. He wanted to throw up when he was feeling his hand touching his. No. Now he was thinking that getting drunk was a terrible idea. He was much bolder when he was sober.

"Here! Take it", Jaemin said, extending a glass of wine to the boy who took it hesitantly, hoping Jaemin wasn't trying to poison him.

Beomgyu could perfectly see a seductive stare Jaemin was giving him when he was sipping his wine. There was an awful silence around them and it was terrifying the boy. He was feeling like he was all alone in the claws of a monster and he didn't want it. He wished the ground could swallow him, so he wouldn't feel those disgusting touches on his skin. He was wincing in disgust, tears trickling down his cheeks, but Jaemin didn't care about that, nor about small whimpers of a strong disinclination which were leaving his lips occasionally. Hatred started to grow in Beomgyu's chest like a toxic flower because of the terrible indifference of the older. Beomgyu could say that Jaemin was an awful person indeed because even though he had Beomgyu's permission to do that, a good person would never touch him like that when they would see tears on his face, the sign that he didn't want to be touched.

The boy shut his eyes as soon as Jaemin's lips made contact with his neck, right above his choker, making his lips take a quivering breath.

Arms sneaking around his waist, his body glued to the other's one. Even the comforting silence of the nighttime turned into mournful melodies in Beomgyu's ears when his jacket slumped against the floor, leather making noiseless contact with the soft fabric of the red carpet under their feet. Muscles limp in his body, Beomgyu couldn't even move when Jaemin was caressing him, touching his skin gently and carefully as if he was touching the work of art, but still, it was painful to the boy who was trying hard not to break down.

Tension flew through the room along with the hot tremor of passion. Another piece of clothing plopped on the floor and they were already exposed in front of each other. Beomgyu's thighs got spread apart as soon as his back met the bed, his knees touching the sheets as dips formed on the fluffy mattress from his weight. He had finally managed to get absorbed at the moment, to forget about everything and enjoy Jaemin's touches instead, the way his fingertips were grazing his skin like the beautiful petal of a flower. The burning fire of lust had grown so much that Beomgyu was no longer feeling the necessity to stop, on the contrary, he desperately wanted to be touched, to be taken care of like Taehyun did that night when he first made love to him. His lips hungrily moved against Jaemin's ones, tears of pleasure cascading down his face as the older pleased him with all he had, losing himself in the beautiful sounds which were constantly coming out of the back of the younger's throat.

Seoul, South Korea

September 1, 2011

Joyful children ran through the classroom, tittering loudly as they played and chased each other. The teacher hadn't come yet, so the kids were having fun except for one who was sitting at his desk and drawing something on the clean paper. It was Na Doyun, the boy who was famous in his class thanks to his family. No one was surprised anymore when he used to show up with cuts and bruises on his face. Everyone knew it was the work of his mom or dad. They never used to manage to live peacefully beside each other. Doyun's parents hated each other. They would always fight and screams were the only thing which was always heard from their house. They were sadly poor and hardship had a really bad influence on their relationship and mental stability. They even used to pour their anger on their only child, to harass him mentally and physically. That's why Doyun always used to sit alone and not talk to anyone because he wasn't happy at home and he wasn't able to find it with his peers either. His life was dark, really gloomy. Well, until that day.

It was his fifth year at school when his teacher stepped into the class with one little boy beside her, his small hand placed in her big one.

Maybe that boy was little but big enough to bring brightness in Doyun's life.

"Hi, kids", the teacher said, darting every kid's eyes to herself as they all had already returned to their seats, "I want you to meet Choi Beomgyu. He's going to be your new classmate from this year. I hope you kids will get along well and find things in common. Treat him nicely, please"

The kids squealed in excitement while their teacher cast a glance at the classroom, detecting an empty seat next to Doyun's one. Then she bent his body to Beomgyu's eye level, "You see that desk, Beomgyu?", she asked, pointing out the said seat with her I dex finger.

Beomgyu nodded his head.

"Then run and take that seat", she said, watching the kid with a fond smile as the boy ran towards the desk which was going to be his, flopping himself next to Doyun who bowed his head in shyness and kept drawing, trying to stay focused on his work.

Beomgyu peeked at his paper, "What are you drawing?"

Doyun raised up his head, covering the paper with his hands as the feeling of insecurity harassed him, "Nothing", he said grumpily.

"But I saw it. It was beautiful. I want to see it again"

Doyun was surprised by his words. No one had ever actually liked his drawings before. His classmates and parents always used to say that he was untalented.

Warming up towards his new classmate a bit, Doyun slowly retreated his hands, revealing the drawing of the small house standing alone between the massive trees, the sun shining brightly over the glass as a small stream flowed down in front of the premise.

Beomgyu's eyes started sparkling as he took a look at the drawing again, clapping his hands in excitement, "Will you teach me how to draw like that?"

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Well, believe it or not, Jaemin is actually a very good guy ✌