“Tsk...tsk...Junmyunnie...Nervous as always, eh? You haven’t changed. one. bit.”

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“What are you doing here?”

Junmyun couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes as he stared at the man standing at his doorstep. Quaking with terror and the reminiscence of the dark past, Junmyun stood dead in his tracks, letting the peril of the other’s smirk eating away the remnants of his will to shut the door.

“Don’t you have a debt to repay me?” Wu Yi Fan said while his signature smirk found its way across his lips. Lips that once ghosted over Junmyun’s milky neck in the heat of the night as the lovers intertwined as one entity.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Junmyun tried to conceal the tremble in his voice as he looked into the older’s face. Yifan was towering above him, making him feel small and weak.

Yifan let himself in. Every step he took forward, he brought Junmyun three steps backward. The door closed behind them with a deafening silence.

“Your debt with Sky Corp. 40,000,000KRW with interest. Since I recently bought Sky Corp, you are now indebted to me.” Yifan said proudly, aware that Junmyun was sinking into the news with great despair and astonishment. The blood money. The money he desperately borrowed from a filthy rich bastard to help pay for Sehun’s tuition at school, now left him in a predicament with the devil Wu Yi Fan. “What now, Kim Jun Myun? Or I heard you go by Oh Su Ho now. Are you going to invite me in for a cup of tea?”

Not awaiting Junmyun’s reply, Wu Yi Fan made himself comfortable on the fake-leathered couch. With trembling hands, Junmyun paces toward the kitchen so as to prepare some tea for the uninvited guest. He had half a mind to pour rat poison into the older’s drink, but then decided against it. He couldn’t let Sehun suffer because of what had passed.

“I will pay everything. WIth interest. Just give me some time,” Junmyun said from behind the counter as he poured boiling hot water into the cup. His heart was beating erratically as he felt Yifan’s eyes following his every move. Eyes that once showered him with adoration and soft looks that left Junmyun squirming with bliss. Now, the same eyes struck him with rage and hatred. Junmyun couldn’t look into those orbs for fear that he would lose himself.

“You have two weeks. Since you are, after all, an old friend, I’m going to be generous with you.”

Junmyun didn’t see Wu Yi Fan stood up from his seat, but there the man was, standing dangerously close behind Junmyun, his arms snaking around the small of Junmyun’s waist. It hurt Junmyun even more now that the action was devoid of affection.

“W-What exactly do you want, Wu Yi Fan?” Suho murmured, loud enough for both of them to hear. He could almost see Yifan smirking at his fear.

“What do I want? I want my son back, Kim Jun Myun.”

Feeling the hot breath of the older man ghost over his neck, Junmyun could barely hot the kettle steadily. The spasm of memories that hit him full force was harder and harder to bear. He was hit with various emotions at the moment. Anguish, anxiety, dread,...they were killing him as the man he hated had his chin on Junmyun’s lithe shoulder.

“He’s not yours to take, you son of a...”

Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Yi Fan, with calloused hands, turned him around and shoved him roughly against the kitchen counter. Eyes burning with rage, Yifan seethed.

“If I file a lawsuit against you, you will be awaiting 15 years or so behind bars, and I will gain custody of Shixun. Think about the consequences, Kim Jun Myun, think about Shixun, and how disappointed he would be to find out that the person who has raised him for seventeen years had kidnapped him all along.”

Junmyun hissed as a sharp pain shot up his spine, trapped between Yifan’s large torso and the stone-hard counter. He was crying. He couldn’t help the tears. The moment he looked into those loveless eyes, he knew that his fate was sealed.

“You wouldn’t!”

There was no escaping the devil that was Wu Yi Fan. He was a man of power, a man of endless wealth and authority. Junmyun should have steered cleared of him when he could, when Zhang Yi Xing was begging him to leave the man when he had the chance. But now, now that everything was crumbling down and he was the one trapped in the debris of the past, Junmyun could escape no more.

“I would. I would do anything to make your life a living hell, Kim Jun Myun.” Yifan had the younger’s face in a painful grip. And at that, Junmyun knew. He knew what Yifan said was more than just an empty threat. Hands fumbling behind his back, Junmyun was sweating profusely when he grabbed a butter knife in his hand.

Wu Yi Fan...If I go to hell, I’m going to drag you down with me.