Daehyun let out a yawn, rubbing his eyes as the morning sun poured in through the windows. He stretched his arms and cracked his neck letting the tension from an uncomfortable night’s sleep break free. He slightly grumbled, noting that he needed to purchase thicker curtains, that is until he realized he wasn’t at his home at the moment. He scanned his environment to find that he was in his company’s research lab. The smell of 70% ethanol in the air. His memories of last night flooded back in. How he and Youngjae actually had a slightly amicable conversation over late night work coffee and cookies. How he followed Youngjae back to the lab and the two simply enjoyed each other’s company in silence. The scene was odd to say the least. Usually at this time he would have either a beautiful man or woman on his arm. But he supposed a night of chit chat was nice way to break routine. Plus Youngjae was not entirely dull to speak to. 

Speakin of. Daehyun glanced down to see the rabid chipmunk fast asleep, face planted against the table top. Daehyun couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he noticed saliva trail down the boy’s mouth onto the paperwork he assumed would be turned into to him sooner or later. The boy look like a disheveled mess, but Daehyun bit his tongue to avoid letting a snarky remark escape his lips. Why ruin an amicable morning? Daehyun quietly rolled his chair to a nearby rack of lab coats, snatching one and placing it over the sleeping chipmunk nerd. He pulled the coat a bit higher, ensuring that the coat covered Youngjae’s exposed neck from the cold, as he began making his way out of the lab. 

“YOUNGJAE!” Youngjae jumped, startled by the sudden shout of his name. He looked to see a freshly cleaned and smirky Himchan smiling down at him. “Looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up.”

“Hi hyung!” Zelo popped up from behind Himchan giving a slight wave as he stifled a chuckle that dared to escape his lips. Youngjae looked like he was attacked by a pack of crows with how crazy his bed hair looked. 

“What time is it?” Youngjae groaned, rubbing his puffy eyes. He scrunched his brows in confusion when he noticed the lab coat slip from his shoulders. He didn’t remember putting this on. His thoughts traced back to the man who possibly stayed the entire night with him….he scratched the thought immediately. There was no way Daehyun would be so kind as to blanket him with a lab coat...right? He brushed the thought aside as Himchan leaned his face closer to his.

“It’s almost 11, sleeping beauty,” Himchan gently knocked Youngjae’s forehead to get that giant brain of his awake too. Himchan tilted his head slightly in confusion as a sudden odd smell protruded his nose. “Is that cologne?” Himchan looked at Youngjae shocked. When had the chubby-cheeked boy ever wore cologne? And something that Himchan deemed (via smell) quite expensive. 

“You must be huffing up too much acetone, Himchan.” Youngjae rolled his eyes, knowing full well that if Himchan found out that Daehyun was hanging around with him last night, Himchan would throw a fit. After all, Youngjae admitted yesterday that Daehyun had jumped him, what would Himchan think if he found out that Daehyun was here. Alone. With Youngjae. Youngjae could be sure that Daehyun or him would get a sock in the face. 

“Hmph, that is the last time I ever get concerned for your scrawny ,” Himchan sneered, lifting up the drool covered piece of paper from Youngjae’s desk. “Uh...here Zelo, you read this for me.”

“Nuh-uh, you don’t pay me nearly enough to touch that ,” Zelo scrunched his face in disgust. “No offense hyung.”

“All taken.” Youngjae stuck out his tongue at Zelo as Himchan examined Youngjae’s slime covered work. 

“This is amazing!” Himchan stared at Youngjae starry eyed. “Youngjae, if this is what I think it is, we might just be one step closer to completing the medication!” Himchan cheered, puckering his lips to give him a thankful kiss.

“Ew! I don’t need any kisses from you.” Youngjae shrieked.

“Hmph, you should be grateful that you can get kisses from my lovely lips,” Himchan pursed his lips out playfully. “Boys would die just to have a taste.”

“Not me.” Zelo and Youngjae said in unison, causing their diva of a friend to glare.

“You children are at it again,” He grumbled. “Anywaaays, you,” Himchan pointed at Youngjae. “Need to go take a shower or something, cause I will not have you stinking up my lab,” Himchan then immediately turned his heel and pointed at Zelo. “And you, I need you to make some copies of this.” Himchan handed Zelo the saliva soaked paper.

Zelo cringed as he cautiously picked up the paper with two fingers. “Ew…..”

“For once, Channie, your orders don’t sound that bad.” Youngjae chuckled as Zelo scurried off to the copy machine.

“What nonsense are you talking about, my orders are always amazing and helpful,” Himchan scoffed, crossing his arms. “Oh and one more thing.”

“What?” Youngjae eyed his hyung suspiciously. Nothing good could come out of Himchan’s planning. 

“You and me got a date with CEO Bang tonight.” Himchan murmured, hoping that the younger would just readily agree without actually hearing his words.
“We’re what!?” Youngjae eye’s went wide. 

“Look, CEO Bang invited me out to this club. He said that his friend is performing and he thought it would be fun if I tagged along since he felt bad for letting me get so drunk the last time we met,” Himchan let out an exasperated sigh, scratching his head vigorously. “He apologized to me. For my own getting wasted. How could I deny such a sweet and honorable request???”

“By saying no,” Youngjae glared. “Why do I have to come anyways? He invited you didn’t he.”

“I need someone to keep the vultures off my beautiful bootie, and with you dressed like….that. You should do the job.” Himchan glanced down at the outfit that now looked even uglier due to the disheveledness of sleep. 

“Who said I was going to dress like this if I came, huh? I’m not going to see Daehyun so why should I continue looking like this outside of work.” Youngjae shot Himchan a cocky smirk with the elder returning the action with a sneer. 

“Oh no no no no. NO. CEO Bang is Daehyun’s friend. Meaning that he might bring you up in a conversation and your cover might blown and Daehyun will stick his disco stick right up your Bee Gees,” Himchan scolded, but Youngjae stared at him, deadpanned, still unconvinced. “Come on, Youngjae, do this for your hyung…” Himchan pouted. “Everytime I’m around CEO Bang I end up acting like a complete and utter fool. I’d ask Zelo, but I can’t babysit and act like a fantastic human being in front of CEO Bang all at the same time.  Pleeeaaaassseeee~” Himchan clasped Youngjae’s hands, giving the boy a pleading puppy dog pout and eyes.

“Welllll since you’re begging me, I give.” Youngjae smirked. Truth be told, he would have gone even without the begging. Youngjae had never seen Himchan so serious about a boy before and he wanted to help his hyung in the love department. Despite him being in a dry spell. Sometimes Youngjae wondered, what outer being he pissed off to cause his love life to be basically non-existent. 

“Oh God I could kiss you!” Himchan pursed his lips out again, only to be met with Youngjae’s hand.

“Don’t,” Youngjae chuckled, stretching is aching limbs some more before heading out of the door. “I’ll be back soon so don’t go trying to mother Zelo too much now, okay?”

“Hmph, like I’d let him,” Zelo snorted, but soon started screeching in pain as Himchan pulled his ear. “Ack! Okay, I’m sorry Umma! I won’t sass your authority ever again.”

“That’s more like it.” Himchan nodded with a happy confident grin. 

“Where are you? I didn’t see you in your office?” Jongup’s voice sounded a tad muffled in the bluetooth headset as Daehyun sped down the street in his silver McLaren convertible. 

“Just making a trip to my place to freshen up. I stayed up at the office all night.” Daehyun glanced over to the side, noticing a group of good-looking young men. He smirked, giving the men a flirtatious smirk. The young men slightly blushed at Daehyun’s action and quirked a equally flirtatious brow back at Daehyun. 

“You?” Jongup scoffed. Daehyun almost never stayed late at work, unless he was behind (which he rarely was) and Jongup had to force him to work overtime. “Didn’t you have a date with a model that night? Who was he again? A Calvin Klein model?”

“Something came up,” Daehyun snickered at the memory of Youngjae’s disheveled hair and drool face. “Anyways, I finally do something productive instead of reproductive and you’re questioning me?” Daehyun shot one last wink at the group of men before driving off. 

“You’re right. I should shut my mouth before whatever spell has been cast upon you disappears,” Jongup chuckled. “Oh but Daehyun…” Daehyun raised a brow, noting how Jongup’s tone had become more serious. “Your father called. He’s requesting your presence at dinner tonight….”

Daehyun scowled at the thought of his father. If his father called then that meant his step-mother would be there. The dynamic duo from hell. “Just tell him I will send him the business proposals and this month’s gains and stocks by this afternoon.”

“It’s not that Daehyun....” Jongup paused for a moment taking a deep breath. “He demanded that you show up for dinner. Apparently it is a family matter, not a work matter.”

“Ha!” Daehyun couldn’t help, but let out a burst of bitter laughter. “Family? Does that man and she-devil even know the concept?” Daehyun scoffed, pushing his Ray Band sunglasses further up his face. “Whatever, I’ll humor the old goat. I’ll be in the office as soon I’m done with my shower. Hold down the fort for me, kay Guppie?”

“Don’t call me that. Do I look a fish to you?” Daehyun was about to open his mouth to say something, but Jongup seemed to had figure it out before Daehyun did. “Nevermind. Don’t answer that.”

“Aish, don’t be so uptight. How are you suppose to be with a kid like Zelo when you’ve got a stick up your . And not the fun kind of stick.” Daehyun snickered.

“I’m going to hang-up now before your stupid becomes contagious.” 

“What’s with the sudden family meeting, Father? You or step-mother caught some sort of deadly disease?” Daehyun smirked as he entered the private room in the back restaurant. 

Mr. Jung shot his son a cold glare, not amused by his son’s juvenile jokes. Without a doubt one could discern that the rigid man in a suit was Daehyun’s father. The same perfectly tan skin, handsome features, and thick eyebrows. The slight wrinkles of age etched onto the elder’s skin. The only thing lacking was Daehyun’s gentle yet devilish eyes and soft thick lips. Traits he had inherited from his mother.

“No, Daehyun. Your mother and I are in fine health.” Mr. Jung sipped on his glass of wine.

“How unfortunate,” Daehyun scoffed, taking his seat at the other end of the table, away from his father and stepmother. “Then why am I here?”

“Hmph, is there a reason that we have to see our son?” His stepmother’s red lips formed a sneer, her neatly trimmed eyebrows furrowed.

“For you two, yes. And I am not your son.” Daehyun glared at the step-. Her TV perfect face contorted in anger.

“Daehyun!!” His father growled, slamming his wine glass down.

“No he’s right. He’s not my son, which is why we are having this little reunion,” A sly arrogant smirk played on his stepmother’s lip. Daehyun quirked an eyebrow, suspicious of his stepmother’s ominous words. “Woojin just came back from his time overseas.”

“It’s good to see you, Daehyun,” A tall, equally handsome man entered the room, a smile plastered on his face. He had the same skin tone and facial structure as Daehyun, but his lips were thinner with a sly smug smirk etched on them. His eyes a carbon copy of the step-. Daehyun sneered in disgust at the sudden presence, knowing full well that behind that sweet smile was a sinister snake. Like mother, like son. “It’s been awhile, brother.” Woojin maintained his smile despite the aggression Daehyun was exuding and sat beside his mother.

“Not long enough. Brother.” Daehyun growled, leaning back into his chair and angrily shoving a dim sum in his mouth. 

“Since Woojin is back from his deals abroad, I wanted to make an announcement,” Mr. Jung cleared his throat. “I will be making Woojin Co-CEO of Jung Corporations.” Daehyun spat his tea out in disbelief. What the hell were the words coming out of his father’s mouth.

“Excuse me!?” Daehyun stood up, furious. He had worked his off interning since he was 16 just to prove to his father his skills. His asset to the company. But one word from queen and a few measly foreign business deals and now Woojin was taking half of his hard work!?

“Woojin has been abroad longer and will do well with foreign trade of our two leading branches.” Mr. Jung calmly drank his wine, ignoring the steam practically coming from Daehyun. Daehyun’s stepmother practically gleaming with joy at his misery. 

“You are making him in charge of our technology and energy development branch!?” Daehyun wanted to strangle his father, wipe away the smug look on his stepmother’s face. Punch his ‘brother’ in the gonads. 

“The two of you will have equal control as Co-CEOs. And you will still be in charge of the medicine development branch.” Daehyun searched in his father’s eyes. Begging, hoping to find some sort of humanity in them. There was none.

“I hope the two of us will get along.” A fox-like smirked appeared on Woojin’s face as he sipped on his cup of tea. 

“Like f**king hell.” Daehyun snarled like a rabid beast about to chew out someone’s jugular. 

“You two should get along,” His stepmother snickered. “After all, you are family.” Daehyun glared at the sea-witch, not understanding how his father could marry such a thing. It must have been the because there was no other answer.

“Speaking of family, when will you have one of your own, Daehyun. You are 27 already, and from what I’ve heard from...sources,” Sources being Daehyun’s stepmother. “You’ve been living your private life quite loosely, associating yourself with gold diggers and good for nothings,” Mr. Jung stared at Daehyun seriously, eyes as cold and empty as the deep ocean. “I’ve let your behavior and...preferences sly. But now is the time to shape up Daehyun, find a woman to settle down with, and have a family. I do not want any shame to fall upon Jung Corporations.”

Daehyun couldn’t help but let out maniacal laughter, the sound almost psychotic. Of all the people to be lecturing him about family. “Shame?” Daehyun glared at his father, eyes full of rage and disgust. “Aren’t you speaking about yourself father dearest? around with this when my mother was still around,” He ran his fingers through his hair. “What right do you have to tell me about family?” Daehyun slammed his napkin down at the table, stomping out of the room furious. 

“Well…” Woojin popped a dumpling in his mouth despite the heavy tension in the air. “That was better than I expected. I was putting my money on him trying to hit me at least once.”

The loud pounding of the bass reverbed through Youngjae’s ears, causing the boy to take a slight gulp. He hated places like this. It was too loud. Too crowded. And most importantly, too many drunk people. As one could tell, the club scene was not for Youngjae. He let out a sigh and pushed up his spectacles, repeating multiple times in his head that he was going through hell for Himchan. That he doing right by a good friend. Aaaaand that Himchan owed him mango shaved ice once this nightmare is over. 

“You okay, Youngjae?” Youngjae jumped at the sudden pressure he felt on his shoulder. “Haha, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” Yongguk shot him a gummy smile. Youngjae’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of CEO Bang. Was this really the CEO of Bang Industries? The polite, gummy bear of a man? If Youngjae hadn’t seen it for himself he wouldn’t have believed. 

Several rumors had floated around before Youngjae worked at Jung Corp. that the CEO of Bang Industries, was a cold, scary looking man. As one person put it. A man with resting angry face. Rumors of him being ruthless in business deals and heartless towards employees floated in the air. And Youngjae may have listened to him, if he hadn’t met the man. But he can see where people were coming from if they simply just saw Yongguk at first glance. CEO Bang had traded his nice suit and tie for a pair of well-fitted dark blue jeans and a black muscle tank with the writing ‘Yamazaki’ in dark red. His tattoos were out for the world to see from the one peeking out of his chest from the ones down his arm and shoulder. His usually neat combed back hair, was now slicked back revealing the shaved sides of his head. To put it simply, he looked like a badass that could kick your and get away with it. 

“!” Himchan quickly covered his mouth with his hands, not meaning for his words to slip. He had not expected Yongguk to look so hot. So dangerous. Himchan was praying to the Lord Almighty that Yongguk was gay or at least bi. If not this was a real cruel trick from the heavens. 

“Hi, Himchan,” Yongguk chuckled, giving Himchan a short once over. “You look nice, very club appropriate.”  Himchan smiled a bit, glad that he decided to go for his galaxy designed black shirt with a sheer see-through strip in a back as well as a pair of dark gray jeans to go along with it.

“Of course!” Himchan forced every cell in his body to suppress the stutter that wanted to escape. Yongguk just said that he looked nice. How could the man not feel giddy? “You didn’t expect me to come into a lab coat did you?”

“Haha, no, but I wouldn’t put it pass you,” Yongguk chuckled. “You look good in a white lab coat so why not use that to your advantage at the clubs right?” He teased a bit, enjoying seeing the slow blush that creeped on Himchan’s face, despite the other man’s protest. 

“W-well I am Kim Himchan. I can make a trash bag look like it’s off the racks of Versace,” Himchan scoffed, his ploy of confidence and sass however crumbled the more and more he looked at Yongguk. “Speaking of trash bags though?” Himchan glanced at Youngjae, grateful that the boy was there. If he weren’t, Himchan was sure that he would be a complete and utter mess the entire night. “Youngjae! You made it!” He pulled Youngjae into a hug, despite the younger’s grumbling and squirming. 
“Yep, made it and looked like said trash bag you mentioned.” Youngjae slightly glared. Not enjoying being called a trash bag. If anything he was a Hefty trash bag. At least give him some props.

“I think it looks quite cute on you.” Yongguk ruffled Youngjae’s already messy bird’s nest of a hair. Cute? Youngjae looked up at Yongguk skeptically and confused. How was an ill-fitted poopy brown button up sweater and putrid yellow polo with a pair of off orange khaki’s cute? If anything Youngjae looked like a poster child for a hot mess. Youngjae simply concluded that Yongguk was simply being kind….or had odd taste. Well, he did have an attraction to Himchan so Youngjae decided to go with the latter. 

“Anywaaaays, let’s go in! I don’t believe we came to a club to hang out in the parking lot right?” Himchan redirected the group into the club, a bit miffed that Yongguk called Youngjae cute. Wasn’t he cute? y? Handsome? Himchan just wanted a nicer adjective than just ‘good.’ 

Youngjae was right about clubs. He hated them. Every fiber of his being wanted to get out of the cramp building as soon as possible. He glanced over at Himchan, stars lit up in the man’s eyes. The music, the dancing, the people. This was Himchan’s kind of scene. Not that he would show Yongguk his unsightly drunken behavior yet again so he decided to be sober and low key during this excursion. Youngjae understood that there were two types of smarties. The ones that work hard and play hard and the ones who work hard and eventually join the bitter old people brigade. Himchan and Youngjae was prime examples of the two kinds, Youngjae being the latter. He let out an exhausted sigh, seeing how everyone in the club avoided/ignored his presence like the bubonic plague. While girls swarmed towards Himchan and Yongguk. Even the doorman didn’t want to let Youngjae in. If Yongguk hadn’t said anything, Youngjae would probably be hanging out in his car right now. 

“Not having fun?” Yongguk chuckled, somehow managing to weave his way out of the crowd of girls.

“Clubs aren’t really my scene.” Youngjae shrugged, squishing his frame closer together as people tried to squeeze past him. 

“Mine either. I prefer peace and quiet, ya know what I mean?” Yongguk picked up Youngjae by the shoulders lightly to move him aside from a group of rowdy clubbers. Youngjae froze for a moment surprised at the man’s astonishing strength.

“Haha then you really shouldn’t be friends with Himchan cause you will get none of that.” Youngjae chuckled, eyes directing towards the said man who started dancing away to the music. 

“Yeah, but I don’t mind it. Himchan chaos is special,” He chuckled, his eyes softening at the sight of Himchan. Youngjae didn’t know how the hell Himchan was able to catch the eye of such a decent, kind, wholesome man, but he wanted the trick. Like now. Whatever man magnet spray Himchan owned, he needed a spritz. “Anyways, it won’t be too bad. My friend is about to perform soon so it will be more contained chaos I suppose.” He ruffled Youngjae’s hair lightly.

Youngjae smiled slightly, opening his mouth to say something when he noticed a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. He turned immediately towards the direction of the familiar figure to get a better look. Youngjae furrowed his eyes, still not convinced that the person he was seeing was really the person Youngjae thought he was. But Youngjae wasn’t blind nor delusion. There was Daehyun. One hand on the back of a girl’s neck in a heated makeout session while the other hand was on a handsome young man’s groin making the young man elicit moans. A simple form fitting black tee hugged his muscular torso, showing off his well-toned arms. His neck was adorned with a simple silver necklace of a single angel wing and his hair was a messy stylized bed-head. The jeans he was wearing revealed patches of skin, the ripped fabric giving Daehyun more of a bad boy feel than necessary. He looked like a y piece of human and if wasn’t practically having a three-way in the middle of the club, Youngjae would openly admit that. But he was, and that made a surge of disgust run through Youngjae’s body. Youngjae glared at the sight. He shook his head, only to look up and see that Daehyun was looking at him. Like somehow making direct eye contact with Youngjae while simultaneously pleasure the girl and man. Youngjae couldn’t help but feel a blush of embarrassment and anger flood his cheeks as Daehyun flashed Youngjae a slight smirk. The spark of respect dwindling down to ashes. A person who thought more with his rather than his brain was someone that Youngjae did not want associate with. He already dealt with one once, why go through hell again? He wasn’t a masochist. 

Youngjae sneered at the sight, ripping his eyes away from basically live , to turn his attention back to Yongguk and Himchan. Who were nowhere in sight. He scanned the area looking for any hint of the two men, but in a sea full of people in a dimly lit room. He had a higher chance of finding Himchan at a rodeo. Oh how the man hated cowboy boots. Youngjae took a deep breathe trying to calm his panic nerves. He just needed to find the two...and not get crushed by the swarming crowd. As if he was jumping into the Pacific Ocean itself, Youngjae held his breath and dived into the ocean of sweat, limbs, and hormones. It was not pleasant. 

Youngjae squeezed his way through the crowd, trying his best to weave through. Still no signs of Himchan or Yongguk, but he would be damned if he were to be left alone in a club of all places. Youngjae’s brows furrowed, annoyed and frustrated. Just wanting to find Himchan or Yongguk. He noticed a wristwatch similar to that of Himchan and hoping that he had the luck of the Irish, Youngjae grabbed onto the wrist, only to be faced with a not so pleasant man, reeking of beer. He shot Youngjae a lopsided grin, too buzzed to even noticed how ridiculous Youngjae looked. He pulled Youngjae closer and placed his face closer to Youngjae. 

“Heeeey cutie.” Youngjae cringed at the horrid smell exiting the man’s mouth.

“Back off.” Youngjae growled, pushing the man away to no avail. The man had basically put all his weight on Youngjae due to his overly intoxicating state. 

“You’re the one who grabbed me though,” The drunk man lazily chuckled, groping Youngjae’s . Youngjae jumped, immediately shoving the man off him with all his might. “Got a nice plump too.”

“You’re disgusting,” Youngjae reminded himself that he needed to burn his skin cells when he got back home. “I grabbed you by accident, okay? So leave me alone.” Youngjae growled, warning the man. 

“Awww, baby don’t be like that.” The man grabbed onto Youngjae’s wrist. 

“I am not your baby,” Youngjae sneered. “The only thing that’s a baby around here is probably your from all the alcohol you drink.” Youngjae flashed a cocky smirk, despite the obvious fumes emitting from the man. 

“What the f**k you just say, you ugly f**ker!?” The drunk man shouted, gripping his beer tightly and throwing it in the direction of Youngjae.

Youngjae closed his eyes shut, preparing to be doused with the bitter alcoholic liquid. At least he would have a good reason to go home. The only problem was he wasn’t doused. In actuality he was still dry, still smelled decent, and still in one piece. He could have sworn that the drunk man had thrown his beer at Youngjae. And if what he learned in physics was right. Matter cannot be created or destroyed so unless the law of physics have been defied, something was up. 

“Had your fun, limp ?” Youngjae fluttered his eyes open to see the last person he expected to be drenched in cheap beer. Daehyun let out an annoyed sigh, running his fingers through his beer damped hair. Beer was dripping down his tan skin, his shirt now soaked and clinging to his skin, and his hair was glistening under the club lights. Youngjae literally wanted to flip a cow. How the hell could Daehyun look good drenched in beer!? How??? Youngjae didn’t understand how genetics could be so kind on the man. 

“Limp !?” The drunk man was now furious, his fist clenching tight together. 

“Yeah, limp , cause you have gotta desperate to want to bang this chipmunk,” Daehyun flashed an arrogant smirk. Youngjae was teetering on this line of wanting to thank Daehyun for saving him and punching him for insulting. He would have to watch how this scene played before making his decision. “Anyways, why don’t you run along unless you have some good lawyers on you.”

“What the hell are you spouting about, you crackpot!?”

“This,” Daehyun gestured towards his shirt. “Is made of pure silk, meaning you just ruined my $1580 Barneys New York shirt,” Daehyun’s cheshire grin grew when he saw the other man’s face pale. “So unless you want to pay for the damages for my shirt and trauma you brought my friend here, I suggest you get your in gear.” 

“I would take his suggestion,” Youngjae sneered, a cocky smirk of his own plastered on his face. “My is f**kin priceless so there is a high fee for touching it. So move it or pay up.” The drunk man got the memo and scurried off back into the crowd of drunkards.

Daehyun let out a small sigh, glancing at Youngjae. A smirk still plastered on his face. “So how much is it to touch your ?”

“As much as a small European country,” Youngjae rolled his eyes. “Why do you have to make it so difficult for me to thank you?”

“I’m not making it difficult. You are. It’s two simple words isn’t it?” Oh how Youngjae wanted to smack the man’s smug as hell grin. 

“Not when it comes to-WOAH!” Youngjae stumbled as Daehyun suddenly fell into Youngjae’s arm. At first Youngjae was about to scold the man’s childish attempt at trying to get a free of his until he saw how fatigued Daehyun looked. The handsome man’s eyebrows cringed in pain. His cocky smirk was now replaced with pure grimace. The alcohol mixing in with the large stress he had dealing with his family. It was a cocktail of disaster that just finally smacked Daehyun over the head. “Are you okay?”

“Fine…” Daehyun groaned, trying to stand up straight to no avail.

“I’m taking you out of here.” Youngjae dragged, or at least attempted to drag Daehyun’s lifeless corpse out of the club.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” Daehyun tried to reassure the nagging Youngjae, but Youngjae was having none of it. Daehyun looked like he was either going to pass out or throw up. And Youngjae was decent enough to at least assist the man who saved him from creepers.

“Daehyun, where’s your car?” Youngjae had somehow managed to get Daehyun out of the loud cage into the bleak parking lot. 

“I didn’t drive here…” Daehyun murmured, too tired and dizzy to speak much.

“Don’t tell me you came with that bimbo you were making out with or that guy you were palming?” Youngjae groaned. 

“Jealous?” He flashed a short smug grin. But he wasn’t tired enough to not be a cocky . “I asked Jongup to drop me off.”

“And he let you?” Youngjae cocked an eyebrow, knowing that the responsible stoic man would send him to military school before dropping him off at a club.

“No, that’s why I lied and told him to drop me off at a nearby restaurant. And if you tell Jongup, I swear I will fire your this time.” Daehyun shot Youngjae a warning glare.

“I’d rather you fire my than my .” Youngjae sneered, remembering how drunk Daehyun acted like.

“I told you. I’ve learned. And I’m not as drunk as I look. I’m not going to jump you trust me,” Daehyun sighed. “This is your car?” Daehyun stared at the little pale yellow bug in confusion. Was this even a vehicle? Was Youngjae sure it was not a box with wheels?

“Soooorrrryyy, we can’t all afford cars worth more than our kidney like some people.” Youngjae rolled his eyes, shoving Daehyun into the passenger seat before coming over to the other side with the driver. 

“Uhg this feels disgusting…” Daehyun pulled on the fabric of his shirt, not appreciating the smell.

“Please tell me you did not pay $1580 for that?” Daehyun was a manhoe, but Youngjae at least hoped that the man was practical.

“Hell no, I literally got this at Costco for like $10.” Daehyun chuckled, a sound so soft in Youngjae’s ear.

“Well….here,” Youngjae peeled off his sweater and handed it to Daehyun. “It’s not a lot, but better than your cheap shirt covered in cheap beer.”

“Thanks.” Daehyun shot Youngjae a smile before taking the sweater from Youngjae’s hand.

Oh how Youngjae regretted the decision of giving Daehyun a change of clothes. Cause gosh dang the body on that boy was unbelievable. If Youngjae didn’t have the self control of a saint he would have jumped Daehyun. Every muscle was soo defined, so touchable. From his tight arm muscles to his well-defined pecs. And don’t even get Youngjae started on his abs. He could do his entire laundry on them. A part of him was tempted to reach out and simply touch the contour of his stomach….or at least it. Youngjae quickly shook his head, trying to shoo away the naughty thoughts that were entering his mind. 

The sweater did help hide some of the tempting features of the man, but the low cut of the sweater did little to hide the man’s pecs. Youngjae had thoroughly expected some snarky or sassy remark from Daehyun’s lips, seeing as how Youngjae was practically gawking at him. But there was nothing. Just pure silence as Daehyun adjusted the chair so that he was lying flat on the car seat staring up at the ceiling. Not looking at anything, yet at the same time searching for something. Youngjae felt something was off with Daehyun. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it nor did he know if he should even question the unusually quiet man. 

“Are you okay?” Youngjae’s voice was only a murmur, the silence seeming so fragile that he was to break it. 

“I told you I’m fine. Just a bit dizzy from all the alcohol and excitement.” Daehyun replied with a murmur, still not looking at Youngjae. 

“No, I am asking are you okay?” Youngjae’s voice now more serious and loud enough for Daehyun to understand his intent. 

Daehyun finally looked at Youngjae, a bit confused and shocked at Youngjae’s concern. Not many people asked him if he was okay. How he was feeling. Only Jongup did. His family didn’t give a rat’s , but here was Youngjae, someone Daehyun was pretty sure didn’t like him , concerned about his actual well-being. It was a feeling foreign to Daehyun and he wasn’t too sure whether he liked it or not. 

“Define okay…” Daehyun chuckled, leaning over Youngjae, which startled him because he got a good close-up look of Daehyun’s body, and made it so that Youngjae’s chair was leaned back as well. “If my father giving half of the company that I worked my for to my half-brother just cause -mother said so, then I’m peachy…” Daehyun didn’t know why he was pouring his private life to Youngjae. He blamed it on the booze sloshing around in his stomach. 

“I didn’t hear about you having a younger brother?” Youngjae cocked a brow, confused as to how the Jung family could hide such a big secret. And why hide the fact that the Mr. Jung had a child with his new wife. There was nothing strange about that. 

“He’s the same age as me,” Daehyun’s tone was dry and cold. Youngjae’s eyes went wide at the news, his lips tightlining. He knew exactly the weight of Daehyun’s words and he wanted to question, want to gain more knowledge, but he did not know how to approach the situation. “No need to look like that,” Daehyun let out a small sad chuckle. “You’re smart, Youngjae, no need to be so tight lip. My daddy dearest was a manwhore just like me.”

“Daehyun…” Youngjae wanted to comfort the man beside him, but he didn’t know how. The situation was so strange and unsettling. He had never comforted a person before and had no clue how to even begin to do so. He had thought that Daehyun was some rich kid that only had two thoughts on his mind. It was obvious he was wrong and the man before him was more complex. 

“Please don’t try to comfort me,” Daehyun let out a sigh, but the gentleness in Daehyun’s eyes told Youngjae that he wasn’t trying to be hostile. “My father being unfaithful is nothing new…” Daehyun closed his eyes for a moment. “But f**k what the hell do I have to do to prove my worth…”

Youngjae just stayed silent, knowing that his words would fall on deaf ears. He didn’t understand Daehyun’s situation and he refused to pretend to act as if he did. His words would merely be fluff to soothe Daehyun’s pain, not actually healing the wounds. He just listened. Listened to the man he thought was merely a manchild. 

“Apparently no matter how many deals I do, it’s nothing. Everything I’ve worked hard for, tried to maintain, stripped away from me with a simple order….” Daehyun growled, clenching his fist tightly. “Am I even his son? Or his cash cow?”

Youngjae hesitantly reached out for Daehyun, not knowing how the man would react in his angered state. Youngjae’s light feathery touch caused Daehyun to jump, almost forgetting that the man was even there. “Honestly, I would rather be the cash cow so at least I can leave his whenever I wanted and make a ton of money while I’m at it. I’d be a cash cow, but a pimped out cash cow.”

Daehyun eyes widened at Youngjae’s words, almost shocked that such ridiculousness left the young genius’s mouth. His bubbling laughter couldn’t be contained any longer, and he bursted in melodious laughter, allowing the tension in Youngjae’s heart to relax. Youngjae was never good at comforting, but he was glad that he could at least make Daehyun laugh. And they said laughter is the best medicine, whether that is scientifically proven or not was a study for another time. 

“What the actual hell? Haha I thought Jongup was the only one that said random .” Daehyun’s stomach hurt from the amount of laughing he was doing.

“Do you understand the mental damage college debt causes? It’s brutal.” Youngjae joked, a small chuckle leaving his own lips.

“Thank you…” Daehyun’s voice turned soft once the laughter died down. Daehyun reached out, causing Youngjae to flinch a bit, not sure as to what Daehyun was doing. Daehyun merely smiled as he gently ruffled Youngjae’s bird nest of hair, which to Daehyun’s surprise was very soft. “Seriously though, get a sense of style or else you won’t get laid. I’m a manwhore and even I wouldn’t sleep with you.”

“Thanks for your advice~” Youngjae rolled his eyes, adjusting his seat to the correct driving position. “So what is your address again? I should take you home before you start spouting your life story to me. I’m sorry, but my therapy sessions cost $100/hr.” Youngjae teased as he pulled out his phone to plug in Daehyun’s address. “Hey! So where is you….” Youngjae glanced over to find Daehyun konked out. Sleeping soundly as a baby. 

Youngjae’s eyes couldn’t help but soften at this. He just looked so peaceful, so soft, so pure. Youngjae hesitantly reached out, questioning whether he should even dare do what he was thinking. Oh what the hey, people only live once right? Youngjae gently moved a hair from Daehyun’s face, observing his features carefully. The more Youngjae looked the more he realized how young Daehyun was. The man was only 27, yet he had such complexities with his family. Something Youngjae could relate to. His fingers gently ghosted over Daehyun’s every feature. From his soft eyelashes, to the y beauty mark, and well-defined nose. His touch stopped just above Daehyun’s lips. The plump lips that Youngjae merely had a taste of a few nights ago. 

“Agh, what are you doing Youngjae,” Youngjae scolded at himself for being captured by the man’s beauty. “If you’re that for some lovin, watch or something. Don’t go face molesting your boss…” Youngjae continued to scold himself, shaking his head in dismay as he started the engine of his car to head home. 
 

Thanks for reading! Comments, questions, and critiques are happily welcomed!

Little Jaejae is starting to have the feely feels for poor hurt Daedae TT0TT haha And finally precious BangHim pop up! They are so precious~ Oh, but I have something important to ask! 

Do you guys want more BangHim and JongLo? The story is more Daejae focus (obviously), but do you guys want some more details about the other relationship or do you all prefer how I'm doing it now (learning about the relationship through Youngjae's or Daehyun's POV). Let me know in the comments down below :D Thanks~