Hyukjae let himself fall down on the couch with a long groan, sighing with contentment as his back softly collided against the comfy cushions. Fluttering his eyes closed, he yawned tiredly and stretched his arms above his head with a grunt. All the muscles of his body were horribly aching as if someone had been relentlessly tugging on each of his limbs. With an exhausted grumble, he heavily his sides, briefly glancing at the mess of papers sprawled all over the coffee table. His computer was still on, forgotten at one corner of the table and generating a dim light within the darkness of the suite. A quick look at the clock hanging on the wall in front indicated him that it was already way past midnight, partially explaining his awful tiredness. Letting out another long yawn, Hyukjae blindly reached for a cushion behind him and tightly hugged it, almost cuddling into the soft material.

The young man couldn’t even remember the last time he had been so exhausted. Blankly staring into space, Hyukjae finally let his body relax after hours and hours of backbreaking work; making up the business plan had been a constant struggle over the past few days after Donghae had set out his own idea. At the very first, Hyukjae had been more than just slightly wary about selling the company’s technologic patent as the other had put forward ; there was only a very thin possibility almost close to zero that the board of directors would approve of it. And even if they did, Hyukjae inwardly noted with a disgruntled sniff, Choi Siwon would probably put pressure on them to refuse any discussion.

This thought made him grit his teeth in hardly contained anger, his fingers unconsciously clenching around the fabric of the cushion he was holding against his chest. Fighting against Choi Siwon by himself was similar to sailing on a wobbly raft and having to confront pirates. However, this solution was the only one he had.

Inexplicably, Hyukjae trusted Donghae; the way he was actively and confidently expounding his plan, as if it was the miracle they had been waiting for so long, engrossed him. It was as if Donghae’s chocolate brown orbs were shining again, almost making the painfully obvious sorrow and suppressed anger fade away into a forgotten corner of his mind. Only for the way his features had lightened up, Hyukjae had been ready to give it a try.

A part of him had panicked over his growing affection for the other man, unhappy to realize that he was ready to meddle work and feelings altogether for him. Acting without thoroughly thinking about it first wasn’t something Hyukjae was used to. It felt like he was blindly walking forward, reaching for something he couldn’t figure out only to please someone he actually barely knew. The fear of doing a huge mistake had made him wish more than just a few times that he could back out, his worries concerning the resort and his feelings for Donghae confusedly blending together into a horrible mess growing more and more overwhelming each day. But after rationally thinking about the whole situation and the alternatives that he had and pushing his anxious thoughts aside, Hyukjae had to admit that Donghae’s solution probably was the best of them all – and the only one they had.

It had been hard for the both of them; they had to work together despite the fact that they barely knew each other or their respective working habits, their anxiousness exponentially growing with each hour passing by. New to the world of business, Donghae had struggled way more than it had seemed, making stupid mistakes all along the way. However, he had preferred to take care of them by himself, not wanting to put even more pressure on Hyukjae who also had went through a hard time. The barman had mostly worked on the official documents, writing, editing and proofreading them as much as he could while the other focused on numbers and complicated economic theories he probably couldn’t have figured out in this short amount of time even if he did his hardest. The stress had been overwhelming as they did their best to work as an efficient duo, sometime leading to loud arguments and hours of cold ignorance between the two. But in the end, they had successfully made it; the business plan was finally done, only waiting to be sent.

Still deeply lost into his thoughts, Hyukjae felt a warm wave of pride in Donghae and his work. As he absentmindedly stared into space still, the man didn’t notice Donghae finally coming out from the bathroom and tiredly shuffling toward the same couch on where he was lazily laying. As his eyes fluttered into a tired half-lidded gaze, a heavy mass suddenly collapsed atop his body, knocking the air out of him. Hyukjae let out a surprised gasp, his eyes snapping open in shock. He twirled his head around, looking around to find the source of the weight on him. As his eyes landed on a brown-haired head, he blinked as he slowly realized Donghae had just let himself fall down on top of him without a single warning. Stunned, Hyukjae stared at the other who was carelessly resting his head on his shoulder, his whole body almost entirely covering his own. A comforting warmth enveloping him, Donghae’s soft brown locks were tickling his neck as he let out a long and tired yawn of his own, lazily wrapping his arms around Hyukjae’s figure who had to bite back a surprised squeak.

“What are you doing?” Hyukjae half-heartedly hissed through his teeth as he let his head fall back on the couch.

Donghae didn’t immediately reply, sighing in contentment as he wordlessly sneaked his arms around Hyukjae’s waist, nuzzling his nose into the back of his neck. He wriggled on the couch with a grunt until his chest was snuggly pressed against the other’s back, humming in satisfaction when his position was comfortable enough. He felt Hyukjae stiffen in his arms in surprise until he relaxed soon afterward.

“Resting.” He paused, giving Hyukjae the time to enjoy his hot breath teasingly tickling his neck. Fluttering his eyes closed, Donghae let out a small grin when the other unconsciously leaned back into his embrace, entangling their legs together. “I finished drafting the contract, by the way,” He mumbled with a low voice, his lips almost brushing against Hyukjae’s nape. “Only need to take a last look at it and then it’s finally done.”

Hyukjae only hummed in response, silently enjoying the way Donghae’s hands were resting on his tummy, feeling as if the touch was pleasantly burning his skin through the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re heavy,” he eventually muttered as Donghae buried his face into his hair. He refrained himself from letting out a small, satisfied moan and shivered instead. “Get off,” he almost pleaded.

“Don’t wanna,” Donghae retorted although Hyukjae could his a hint of amusement in the tone of his low, husky voice. The man tightened his hold around his body as if to prove his point. A soft whine was released against the skin of his nape, making him shudder once again. “Am exhausted.”

“Am too, but do I squeeze the life out of you? No. So get off!” Hyukjae repeated with a small pout, making the barman release an exasperated sigh.

There was a short moment of absolute silence until Hyukjae felt the other move on the couch. Donghae propped himself up on his elbows, straightening up and pushing Hyukjae on his back at the same time until he was hovering him. His brown locks falling over his eyes, he silently gazed at him, taking in Hyukjae’s raised eyebrow with an amused snort. He smirked, seductively nibbling on his lower lip before he slowly leaned down until their nose were almost touching. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes gazing straight into Hyukjae’s. “You’re saying this now,” He murmured, talking with a low voice and running a teasing hand along Hyukjae’s hip. “But the last time you got me in this position, you actually asked for more.”

Blinking, Hyukjae abruptly widened his eyes as the other’s words sunk in. A deep blush furiously tainted his cheeks as he spluttered in embarrassment. Glaring at Donghae, he viciously pushing him off the couch. “I was ing drunk!” He shouted out as the other landed on his with a small grimace. “Stop bringing that up!”

“Oh come on,” Donghae shrugged with a mocking smirk, though not unkind. “It’s not your fault, I know I’m irresistible.” He nonchalantly got up from the couch, giving him a wink. “I’m going to bed. Be sure not to jump me while I’m asleep, yeah? Good night, babe.”

His blush turning crimson red, Hyukjae clenched his fist around his cushion before throwing it to Donghae’s face with all his strength, who easily dodged it while chuckling. “You’re such a jerk!”

Messing with Hyukjae was fun as .

If more than half of Donghae’s current life was only full of dark and angered thoughts, Lee Hyukjae was most surely the main and best source of entertainment he had. He couldn’t get enough of the way the other man would instantly react to his teasing, blushing and glaring at the same time as if he wasn’t quite sure whether he should get angry or be embarrassed; his eyes would narrow into two small slits, his lips tightly pressed together while his features would be tainted into a light shade of pink, betraying his discomfort. Donghae was always tempted to try and tease Hyukjae some more, only to be able to witness his cute reaction once again.

As Donghae bent down to pick up the cushion which had fell on the ground, he glanced back at the other with an amused smirk, chuckling under his breath as he took in the pout still plastered on Hyukjae’s face. The latter sent him a weak glare, unhappily mumbling under his breath as he straightened up on the couch. Donghae couldn’t help but to chuckle a little more, shaking his head in disbelief as he headed to the suite’s bedroom. A long, tired yawn escaping his lips, he lazily shuffled inside, absentmindedly listening to Hyukjae turn the lights of the drawing-room off before following him.

The room was completely plunged into darkness, only the almost fluorescent light of the full moon weakly lightening inside. The white sheets of the bed were almost glowing into the dark, taunting Donghae to merely let himself fall down on them and immediately fall asleep without wasting a single second.

The two man didn’t share a single word as they took off their respective clothes and dressed into their pajamas. No one dared to glance at the other’s figure, stiffly looking in front of them and nowhere else, as if doing otherwise was still a forbidden territory neither of them were allowed into yet.

Shortly after, they slipped under the inviting and warm duvets with relieved sighs, their eyes almost immediately fluttering closed and almost begging to finally get some sleep. Hyukjae was immensely glad to finally enjoy some well-deserved rest as he buried his face into his pillow, hugging a bloster tight against his chest. He could feel Donghae laying right next to him, comforting and exciting at the same time. Hyukjae rolled onto his sides with a quiet yawn, almost immediately feeling the other’s warm breathe brush over his face as if he was just a few millimeters in front of him.

Not able to say anything, Hyukjae stiffened in surprise as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Soon, he managed to distinguish a familiar set of brown orbs looking straight at him into a lazy half-lidded gaze. Donghae grinned at him, making his heart beat faster. Slowly, almost seductively, the other man leaned forward until their lips were almost touching. Hyukjae shivered, almost craving to feel Donghae’s mouth crashing against his own with passion and lust.

“Good night, babe,” Donghae murmured, his smirk evident in his tone of voice as if he perfectly knew the effect he had on Hyukjae – as if saying that he would shamelessly mess with him some more, because it was their secret little game from now.

Hyukjae couldn’t help but smile as well as he slightly tilted his head forward, their lips finally meeting into an almost kiss. He didn’t miss Donghae’s short intake of breath as he talked, making their lips brush even more one against another into an overwhelmingly teasing fashion.

“Good night, Donghae.”

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One second after Donghae finally fell asleep – or so it seemed –, the shriek of a phone ringtone startled him awake. Resonating throughout the whole bedroom, a trendy music of some Korean boy band kept on playing on one of the bedside tables. As he squeezed his eyes shut, Donghae groaned tiredly. He buried his face into his pillow, desperately trying to drown the sound out. While the offending ringtone still continued to reach his poor ears, Hyukjae stirred in his sleep next to him, apparently as annoyed as he was by the piercing sound. Hiding his head under the warm duvets they were sharing, the young heir only grunted and rolled on his stomach with a sigh.

With a grumble similar to an unhappy growl, Donghae nudged the other man with his elbow, trying to awake him.

“Stop it,” Hyukjae immediately hissed. “You get it.”

“That ain’t my phone,” Donghae retorted with irritation. “It’s yours, take care of it!”

Hyukjae didn’t immediately reply, viciously kicking him in the back instead and almost making him fall off the bed. Donghae let out a surprised yelp, sending a dark glare at Hyukjae, who easily ignored it, as he barely managed to keep himself from falling. Struggling to entangle himself from the blankets, he blindly reached for the cellphone still loudly vibrating on the bedside table. As Donghae let himself fall back down on the mattress, he pushed the answer button and brought the device to his ear, a dark grimace plastered on his face.

“What?” He snapped.

There was a moment of silence before a familiar voice hesitantly spoke up. “Um, hello…? You’re not Hyukjae, are you? Did he loose his phone again or something?”

The voice was indeed familiar but Donghae was too tired and sleepy to truly care about it, feeling irritated. Each word the man spouting sounded like an endless and annoying nonsense to his ears. “Who the hell are you?” He grumbled.

“Hey dude, I don’t know why you’re so cranky on such a fine day but it’s not my fault, ok?” The stranger huffed haughtily. “My name’s Kyuhyun. I need to talk with Lee Hyukjae, if you ever happen to know who or where he is. If you do, tell him I especially came to France for him so he better call me back soon.”

Donghae grunted an incomprehensible response and rolled on his sides so he was facing the other man sleeping next to him. He unwillingly opened an eye and sniffed with annoyance when Hyukjae let out a tired moan in his sleep. He nudged him and handed the device with another grumble. Hyukjae glanced at him, lazily pouting as he warily eyed the phone.

“Hurry the up, ‘Jae,” Donghae hissed with a dark glare. “I want to sleep and this Kyuhyun guy wants to talk to you.”

“Don’t wanna,” Hyukjae mumbled, childishly whining when the other merely shoved the phone into his head. The other brunette sighed in relief as he finally closed his eyes again, half-heartedly listening to the conversation.

“What is it?” Hyukjae muttered. “Kyuhyun?”

“Oh, Hyuk’! Yeah, that’s me. Where are you? And who’s that rude guy who answered the phone?”

“A friend,” He simply said, cautiously eyeing Donghae who raised a lazy eyebrow at him. “What’s up? I’m tired, dude.”

“I’m serious, did you hook up with him or something?” Kyuhyun asked, ignoring his question. “Because that’d be a great mistake.”

Hyukjae didn’t reply, doing his best to stifle a laugh as Donghae let out an offended grunt.

“You may tell his jerk that I’m an incredible lay, ok?” He grunted then raised a mischievous eyebrow at Hyukjae. “You of all people must have guessed as much from what happened last time, no?”

“Shut up!” Hyukjae half-laughed, half-exclaimed as Kyuhyun’s voice reached his ear through the phone again.

“I’m at the Silver Jewel right now. Come and meet me?”

“What do you mean you’re at the Jewel?” He mumbled, confused. “That’s in France, you know? Paris, city of lights. And you’re in Seoul… city of kimchi and cosmetic surgery… no?”

There was a silence and Hyukjae easily imagined his best friend rolling his eyes in disbelief.

“You know, sometimes I really wonder why you are the future chairman of Korea’s biggest company. You asked me to come and help you no less than two days ago, stupid.”

Hyukjae blinked before muttering “What the .”

Next to him, Donghae released a mocking snicker. Hyukjae and Kyuhyun continued to chat for a while upon which the barman quietly gazed at the other, taking in his bed hair and his sleepy half-lidded gaze. With a smirk spreading on his lips, he propped himself up on his elbow and languidly crawled toward the other man, who sent him a questioning glance. Donghae only smirked wider and wasted no time until he was hovering the other man, his hands at each side of Hyukjae’s head. The latter was staring at him with stunned eyes, stammering incomprehensible things to his best friend. Donghae leaned down, his hot breathe teasing Hyukjae’s skin.

“The number of your suite, Hyukjae. Seriously, don’t waste my time.” He faintly heard from the phone.

“Right, Hyukjae,” Donghae snorted as he teasingly ran the tip of his nose from Hyukjae’s sharp jawline up to his temple. “Tell him.”

“You’re a jerk, get off!” Hyukjae exclaimed. “No, not you Kyuhyun! I’m just talking to – the suite number is – oh !”

Donghae snickered as he buried his face into Hyukjae’s neck, pressing his lips against the milky white skin.

“It’s – it’s room 435!” Hyukjae unceremoniously ended the call and threw the device away before abruptly rolling them over until he was the one straddling Donghae’s hips. “What the were you doing, seriously?”

Donghae shrugged, as much as he position allowed him to, as his hands naturally went to rest on Hyukjae’s waist. “Having fun.”

The young heir was about to retort back when the door of the suite flew open, startling the both of them. Hyukjae whipped around, his eyes wide in shock before he squeaked out upon recognizing Kyuhyun standing at the door frame. The latter raised a doubtful eyebrow at them then folded his arms on his chest with a smug expression.

“Well, well. Things seem to have escalated quickly, didn’t they?” He snorted.

“Wait, no!” Hyukjae shouted out frantically, pushing himself off from Donghae. “It’s absolutely not what you think! He’s the one who – I just – I – no!”

“Oh really?” Donghae inquired as he rolled on his sides, propping his head with his hand. “I’d like to know about it too, actually.”

“You ing shut up and stay still,” The other spat at him as he stood up from the bed. He hurriedly went over to his friend and briefly hugged him before he practically dragged him out to the main room. “You could have knocked or something,” He muttered.

“I should have,” Kyuhyun granted. “But what’s the fun in that, right?” He laughed shortly before sighing out. Looking up at his best friend, his gaze suddenly turned serious as he spoke up. “Is the business plan for the resort going well?”

Hyukjae frowned, sitting down next to his friend as he nibbled on his lower lip. “Honestly I don’t know,” He replied. “We finished drafting the contract and everything, though. Donghae’s idea is not that bad but you know how the board of directors thinks. I’m not sure they’re going to accept it and even if they do…”

“Choi Siwon,” Kyuhyun nodded in understanding. “I’ll do what I can to help you guys. Well I’m your assistant even when you’re flirting miles away from our homeland, aren’t I?” The man chuckled upon seeing Hyukjae’s hard glare on him. “I’ll look over the contract and everything else today. You try to get some rest, will you? You look almost dead tired and Donghae doesn’t look any better.”

“I know,” Hyukjae said quietly as he leaned back in the couch. “I’m just so scared that I might lose this place, you know?”

A short silence fell between the two as only the sound of the TV resonated in the background until Hyukjae hesitantly glanced toward his best friend.

“Did you… Did you do what I asked you to?”

Kyuhyun briefly turned his head around to stare at him, his eyes scrutinizing. “I did,” he replied. “And you owe me big one because I almost got caught. And I think that you’re right. Choi took a plane ticket for Paris.”

Hyukjae closed his eyes, sighing out heavily. “When is he coming?”

“Next week.”

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One week could go by way faster than one could think, and between having to look over each document and contract and try to call upon a council of the board of directors, the fatal day was already there.

Hyukjae impatiently tapped his feet on the perfectly clean floor of the wide meeting room. Seated at one end of the long wooden table fitted in the middle of the room, he nervously smoothed out his vest before discreetly clearing his throat. All kind of different people were settled around him, stern expressions plastered on their face as they also waited for Choi Siwon to come in and start the reunion. They were all important characters and part of the board of directors – their decision at the end of the upcoming meeting was crucial for the future of the resort.

The young heir couldn’t help but to anxiously fidget on his chair although he was prudent not to let it show. Weaknesses were the last thing he needed at the moment as the strong mental battle had already started between the members present. Showing his discomfort would definitely and immediately discredit him to them.

He glanced at his watch, wondering if he could drop by the toilets before Siwon would arrive and sighed in relief when he realized that he still had around fifteen minutes before the official start of the council. Reaching for his cellphone in the inner pocket of his vest, he feigned a fake call and swiftly excused himself from the meeting room. Upon stepping in the silent and empty corridor, relief immediately washed over him. With a groan, he tugged a little on his tie before heading toward the nearest toilets.

After splashing cold water on his face and sternly staring at himself in the mirror, the man forced himself to quickly get his acts together. It wasn’t the first imposing council he had to go through but this one’s stakes were so huge he couldn’t help but feel anxiety creep over his heart and mind. It was going to be a fierce battle and he perfectly knew it. Hyukjae could only be glad that Kyuhyun would be by his sides during the meeting.

Readjusting his tie a last time, Hyukjae glanced a last time at the mirror and started to head out for the exit when the door opened before he could reach it. He looked up and sighed in relief when Donghae gave him a small reassuring grin.

“You’re here,” Hyukjae mumbled, unaware of the heavy feeling of gratitude his voice gave.

Donghae was also wearing a dark suit which fitted him at perfection, giving him a mysterious and cocky feeling. Hyukjae couldn’t help but to roam his eyes over the other’s perfect figure, nibbling on his lower lip as he remembered the countless times the two had flirted so much the was almost palpable. Even there, in this secluded place, Hyukjae could feel their respective longing to tease the other and witness the moment they would snap.

However, today was not the day to mess around and they both knew it.

Donghae slowly nodded in response, taking small steps forward until they were practically chest to chest. It was a good thing that the two of them were almost of the same height, Hyukjae noted, because it would have been too hard to hold himself back from snuggling into Donghae’s arms and seek for comfort with the way his eyes were intensely gazing at him. Hyukjae looked back, as silent as he was.

“You’re going to be late if you don’t go now,” Donghae whispered.

Hyukjae’s eyes flickered to the latter’s moving lips, admiring their smooth curves.

“I know.”

Donghae slowly his lower lip, as if sensing Hyukjae’s interest and further teasing him.

“You should go.”

Hyukjae locked his gaze with Donghae’s, lightly smiling. “I should.”

The next second, the two of them were desperately reaching for each other, lips crashing together into a frenzy of groans and sighs. Donghae kissed with the same determination and passion as the first time they kissed, pouring all his emotions in the way his mouth was moving against the other’s. His arms securely wrapped around Hyukjae’s waist as if never wanting to let go, he languidly ran his tongue along the latter’s lower lip, earning a throaty moan. Donghae had moaned against his lips before he pushed his pink muscle forward, eagerly asking for entrance. Hyukjae almost immediately granted him access, sighing with contentment as their tongue came in contact for the second time in their life. His fingers tightly curled around Donghae’s brown locks, he twirled his own pink, wet muscle along the other’s until they were both in pleasure. Their tongue were battling over dominance into a fierce battle, dancing along on a beat swiftly switching from passionate and aggressive to and languid.

Donghae kissed like a demon, Hyukjae noticed as his knees wobbled with the way the other’s tongue curled around his own. He was pulling and tugging at the same time, putting him high up in the sky and still firmly keeping him on the ground at the same time, somehow. The warm hands on his back gave him long shivers of pleasure and security, slowly running up and down and always getting closer to his each time they made their way down. The firm and muscled chest pressed against his own made him even more, craving to sneak his fingers under the annoying fabric of his shirt and touch the hard muscles he could feel underneath.

Hyukjae suddenly wanted everything Donghae could offer, forgetting about the time and the place. The kiss was too passionate, too sloppy and too perfect for him to let go of this chance. The other’s sleek, wet muscle never stopped to slide and entwine with his own, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss and possibly make him lose the notion of reality even more. Everything was spinning too fast behind Hyukjae’s closed eyelids as Donghae continued to work his magic, kissing him as if nothing else mattered.

They kissed, and they kissed, and it seemed like they never stopped. They could feel each other’s hard on pressing on their respective thighs, further turning them on. Donghae grunted into the kiss, kissing Hyukjae hard and almost ready to rut against him like a ing dog. The other man then pulled on his air, eliciting from him a long moan as their kiss seemed to never see an end.

“Hyukjae…” He mumbled against the other’s plump and delicious lips. “Hyukjae, you should – the meeting – and –”

“Shut up.”

The order immediately went to his groin, making him groan louder. “You really should go.” He eventually stated. “Go.”

“You’re saying this but you’re not letting me go,” Hyukjae muttered. Donghae didn’t reply, humming softly as he planted feathery kissed on Hyukjae’s jawline.

“I love your jawline,” He said. “y.”

Hyukjae chuckled before firmly pushing him away. He gave him a playful haughty look as he straightened himself before winking.

“See you later, I guess.”

“Definitely.”

Hyukjae smiled before going out of the bathroom. Donghae followed him soon afterward although he wasn’t explicitly required for the meeting. Feeling suddenly incredibly good, he started to carelessly whistle on his way to the waiting room next to the one where the council was supposed to be held. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers, he grimaced a little as his half-erected groin still ached a little. He almost reached the door of the room when someone called him.

“Donghae?”

He instantly stiffened as he recognized the owner of the voice without even having to think about it. The effect of it was almost better than a cold shower.

“Donghae,” Siwon repeated, his voice closer this time. “What are you doing here?”

The interested man turned around, his eyes suddenly dark and hateful as they dangerously landed on the man he loathed the most in the world. Everything came back to him, crushing into pieces the happy bubble he had been swimming in for the past minutes – his life, Yoona, Sungmin, the flat…

“What does it have to do with you, tell me?” He spat, glaring so hard his eyes were hurting.

Siwon seemed to flinch at the harshness of his words before sighing out. “Don’t be like this, Donghae. I don’t want you to hate me.”

That’s going to be difficult, if you ask me, Donghae sarcastically thought. “Right. Well excuse me, but I actually have to cheer up my boyfriend so if you would be so kind to ing move your out of the w –”

“About that,” Siwon suddenly cut him off and Donghae almost flinched at the abrupt coldness of his voice. “What is this, really? Dating this kid?”

“Do you have a problem with that? At the last news, I can go out with whoever the hell I want.”

“No, you can’t because I –”

“You?” Donghae repeated, laughing hysterically. “You?! You don’t have a ing word to say in my ing life! It’s not about you anymore! You ing – you ruined everything! You don’t have the rights to tell me what to do. Not before, not now and not ever!”

Donghae wheezed furiously, violently pushing him. He watched Siwon’s back painfully collide against the wall before growling in rage and stomping away to the elevators, trying to get away as far as possible of Siwon.

“Donghae!” The latter called almost desperately. “Donghae… I thought – I thought you loved me.”

“Funny,” Donghae snorted. “I thought you were decent.”

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