They arrived at the hotel and Baekhyun thought he dropped his jaw on the ground. If someone asked him how he imagined heaven, he'd probably have described this place. White and soft sand, water as clear as glass and the perfect combination of warm sunlight on his skin with fresh wind; it was a flawless masterpiece of nature.
"Welcome to Maldives, Mister Do and Mister Park," greeted the man in the black suit. The nameplate said Da-something, but Baekhyun couldn't read it without his glasses.

"Have you been here before, Kyungsoo?" Chanyeol asked. Baekhyun shook his head.

"No, it has been a while since my last time abroad." He thought of his last and only time flying to a foreign county. He was 16 and traveled to London all by himself to look for his mother. After almost two months he was literally carried home by his father's employees. Since then he had never had the chance to go aboard again. He still remembered the fight with his father when he got home. They fought a lot, and that one of the worst.

"Give me the ing passport." Baekhyun heard his father clearly.

"No. What do you want with it?" he asked.

"I'll burn that ." Baekhyun clenched his teeth. His dad meant it. He would throw his passport into the fire without hesitation.

"You don't have the right to do that. If you don't look for mother, I'll do it. I don't give a about what you want."

"What mother? She left you when you were five. You can't even remember her."

"She left you. Not me. Because she couldn't bear with you anymore. It's all because of you, I am motherless. you!" Baekhyun yelled.

"Shut up, ungrateful brat." His father pried the passport out of his hands and threw it into the burning fireplace.

After that, Baekhyun had tried many times to make a new passport, but it never worked out. He had no idea how his father did it, but that didn't astonish him. After all, money could buy anything.

"I have never been here either. This is a beautiful location, isn't it?" Chanyeol asked.

"Yes, it's incredible," Baekhyun answered. In order to stay at this heaven-like place, he'd gratefully play Do Kyungsoo for a bit longer.

The hotel manager led them to their villa which was above the crystal ocean. While Chanyeol and the hotel manager were talking about what should be for lunch, Baekhyun took off his shirt with lightning speed and jumped into the water. He let out a loud cry. The water was colder than he'd expected, but that was definitely the refreshment he needed.

It stunned Chanyeol. "Kyungsoo" showed no sign of fatigue, but he himself was dead tired. Yet somehow "Kyungsoo" infected him with his energy and before he knew it, he leaped in the water. After their little fun, Chanyeol called the reception to ask them to serve the food. In the meantime, Baekhyun took a bath. After a while, Chanyeol noticed Baekhyun still hadn't come out. He worried and knocked on the door.

"Kyungsoo, is everything ok?" No one answered.

"Kyungsoo?" Still not a word. Chanyeol sensed something was off.

"I'm coming in," he said and opened the door. He couldn't help but smile as he found the other boy asleep in the bathtub.

"Kyungsoo," he gently shook Baekhyun's shoulder. "Sleep on the bed."

Still, there wasn't a reaction. All of Chanyeol's attempts to wake Baekhyun up were unsuccessful. In the end, he wiped Baekhyun dry and carried the boy to the king size bed. His face felt like it was burning. He hadn't expected to see all of his husband so soon. He covered Baekhyun with the blanket and turned down the air conditioner so that Baekhyun wouldn't catch a cold. He must have been really tired. Well, after two flights and a wedding? No surprise. He was only human.

Chanyeol had to admit it, his husband was y.

When Baekhyun opened his eyes, it was already dark. The sound of the waves was steady and relaxing. He tried to go back to sleep, but he was now wide awake. He sat up and the cover fell down from his chest. At that moment he realized he was from head to toe unclothed. Now he remembered. Wasn't he taking a bath?

He gasped. Park Chanyeol, if that ert did something to him, he'd feed him to the shark.

"But I'm not feeling weird," he thought. "And I'm alone."

Baekhyun dressed and left the room to find a sleeping Chanyeol on the sofa.

"Did he bring the me to bed and go sleep on the couch, even though the bed was that big?" Baekhyun wondered.

"He must be straight. Yeah, surely straight. What a waste." He came to the decision while looking closely at Chanyeol's face.

"He is truly handsome."

Just then he noticed the other boy was sweating and he seemed to be having a restless sleep. Why did he turn down the air conditioner? Baekhyun searched for the remote and set the temperature to 23°C. After that, he went back to the bedroom and closed the door slowly. He watched television and to his surprise, Korean television programs were available. The news was on TV. Baekhyun couldn't believe his eyes as he saw a picture of Chanyeol on the flat screen. The reporter was talking about a Minister, who was one of the leading proponents of same- marriage.

Baekhyun couldn't believe his ears. He had already had a hunch that Chanyeol's family was some hot shot, but Korean Minister of Public Administration and Security? That was beyond his imagination. How did people say it again? "Whatever can go wrong will go wrong?"

"... and it makes Korea the second Asian country to legalize same- marriage. Is it really a coincidence that his only son married a billionaire's heir eight months after that?" The reporter interviewed the pedestrians.

"He obviously used the government and his voters for his own purpose."

"Why should we recast a law, if we don't make use of it? What's the matter if his son marries now or a few years later?"

"Are only straight people allowed to fight for gay marriage?"

"I was against this from the beginning on. This is unnatural. It should never have been allowed. I have never believed a word of that Minister anyway."

"His son is not the only one to profit by this law. It'll make a lot of Koreans happy, so I don't see any problem here."

"His action is unprofessional. You really can't trust a politician."

"I married my girlfriend the same day it was legalized. No one reported about it."

"I hope he has another son who works as a teacher too because we can be paid better. Can another politician be personally implicated too?"

Baekhyun turned off the TV and reached for his phone. He looked for "Do Kyungsoo". He would never have thought that the boy from the airport was a billionaire's heir. Everything about him was ordinary. He hadn't impressed Baekhyun very much. He found out that Kyungsoo was kidnapped when he was nine, and since then, the Do family had hidden him from the public. Therefore, nobody knew how he looked like. At the Minister's request, the media wasn't allowed at the wedding in order to keep his identity a secret further on.

"Well, that explains why no one said anything about me being Kyungsoo."

Indeed, Baekhyun couldn't find much more information about Do Kyungsoo. Most of the search results were about his kidnapping and some conspiracy theory. A few claimed he was killed at that time while a few assured they were his neighbor, his classmate or his girlfriend.

Baekhyun felt a ton of pressure on his chest disappear. If that was all the world knew about Do Kyungsoo, it shouldn't be difficult to pretend he was that boy for a couple of days. What was the worst that could happen? He wanted to know if Chanyeol was better informed about the man he married. At that moment, he remembered their conversation on the plane.

"Instead of making each other's lives miserable, can we live together in peace? I'll treat you with respect and it'll be a privilege if you fall in love with me; but if not, all I want is for us to be friends." That was what Chanyeol had said.

Never would Baekhyun admit it, but he was touched by the other man's "cheesy" words. Never before had somebody said such lovely words to him. All the men he grew up with talked with their fists and if they ever opened their mouth, all that came out was swearing. Was it common for people in Chanyeol's world to be such gentlemen? What a lucky boy that Do Kyungsoo was. Baekhyun wondered if Kim Jongin was like that too?

"I bet not," he mumbled.

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Suho parked the car in front of a warehouse which was located near the Han River. They were in an isolated area, not one of those with playgrounds, parks or restaurants or any other places sane people would go to. This location would only be chosen by someone who didn't want any neighbors.

"Kyungsoo, you know you don't have to do this, right? I can..."

"No," Kyungsoo interrupted. "Let me at least try something before you risk blowing your cover."

"I have a very bad feeling about this," Suho admitted.

"Please hyung, we agreed that as long as I'm staying, I'll help you with... well, this. I don't want to be a puppet being protected in some glass cabinet."

"Fine, but if things get dangerous, I'll call Mr. Snow."

"Ok," Kyungsoo nodded. 'Mr. Snow' was their code word for the police. It had been the name of Kyungsoo's plush bear which had worn a British police uniform.

Suho watched the younger boy walk towards the entrance and sighed. He hated feeling so powerless. If Jongin could have trusted him more, he could be inside that warehouse instead of Kyungsoo. Despite all the worries, he had to acknowledge that how the boy persuaded the boss was a great performance.

"Get out of my sight unless you want this in your neck," Jongin shouted, pointing the pen in his hand at Kyungsoo.

"I just want to talk to him for... 10 minutes." Kyungsoo begged. "Please?"

"Oh, so you think you can make someone talk in only 10 minutes, while I couldn't in the last six hours?"

"No," Kyungsoo corrected the other boy. "I mean it was your people because most of the time, you're just giving orders and, therefore..."

Kyungsoo looked down at the floor while trying to figure out what to say next. Just then he had an idea. He pulled his shoulder blades down and raised his chin.

"Yes, I mean you guys really take time with a traitor. We, the Black Lotus, would have gotten the information long ago already." The boy bragged the way he thought Kim Baekhyun would and rolled his eyes in addition to provoke the person he shouldn't provoke the most.

"Fine," Jongin hissed. "I'll give you 10 minutes, but only on one condition."

"A condition?" Kyungsoo had a bad feeling.

"If you fail," Jongin leaned closer and whispered. "I can do anything I want to you."

"Don't think about it. Don't think about it," Kyungsoo repeated that sentence while shaking his head. At least Jongin promised him not to kill Mr. Hong if he succeeded. Suho told him that the Red Devils stole a truckload from them and it was an inside job. They believed Mr. Hong was the traitor and that he knew where the truck was now. Suho said if the police knew about the hideout, they could arrest them. It didn't matter who was in possession of the drugs; in any case, it would be a big win for the police.

Kyungsoo took a deep breath and entered the depot. The hall appeared bigger from the inside. After walking past six giant shelves, Kyungsoo found Mister Hong – the traitor - chained to a chair. His face was covered with blood and bruises. His nose was broken. Kyungsoo was positive there was a tooth on the floor. About 50 meters away, two men in their thirties were eating black noodles, talking about the new iPhone. Kyungsoo cleared his throat.

"Hello, I would like to talk to Mr. Hong alone... Oh, I mean I am-"

"Boss," greeted the two. "Good evening!"

"Please, call me Kyu ... Baekhyun, I mean just call me Baekhyun." Kyungsoo paused for a tiny moment and as the other men didn't react, he asked again.

"Can I talk to him? Now?"

"Of course. But are you sure you can handle this on your own?"

Kyungsoo stared at them, thinking of what to say. Yet within a second, they apologized and left.

"Were they afraid of me?" he thought. "Can't be."

He grabbed a chair and sat down, opposite the traitor. Mr. Hong lifted up his eyes to the young boy and laughed with contempt.

"They send me a kid? How old are you, little boy? Have you ever done this before? Can you even break a bone with those girly hands?"

"I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk."

"And what's next? A tea party? Do you seriously think you can make me talk? What can you do to me that they haven't tried already?"

"Well, for example, I can tell you I know where your daughter is," Kyungsoo said, leaning forward. Hearing that, the smirk on Mr. Hong's face faded.

"Do your homework, brat. I don't have any children."

"Well rumor has it you have a pregnant fiancée who disappeared twenty-three years ago. A few months later she was seen at a delivery ward in China." Kyungsoo told the elder man.

"If you've heard of that already, you should have known she cheated on me. The baby is not mine."

"I know. But I couldn't believe someone, who beat his brother-in-law half to death for cheating, would let his unfaithful girlfriend go so easily. I thought you had no idea where she and the baby are. But you knew that very well, didn't you? At least for the last seven years?"

"What ing are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your unusually long list of trips." Mr. Hong pursed his lips. Even though he was not showing it, Kyungsoo felt relief when he saw the man's reaction. He got his weak point.

"Congratulations, you found out that a middleman travels a lot. But don't freak out when I tell you Santa isn't real, and traveling is my job."

"That's true. It's nothing off with you traveling so much. But why would you have such weird flying schedules? Let's see, instead of a direct flight to Lisbon, why would you make two stops in Beijing and Amsterdam? What else? Stops in Guangzhou and Wuhan on your way to Moscow? And..."

"I didn't meet anyone there."

"No, you didn't. It was never about where you go but about the flight, am I right? You always choose China Southern Airlines." As Kyungsoo saw Mr. Hong's face turned pale, he knew he got him.

"And you know what? I found something really interesting when I checked the crews. There was one flight attendant whose name appears way too often. If I don't miscalculate, then she is 23, right? That'd be a pretty big coincidence, don't you think?"

"I swear by God, if you lay a finger on her, I'll kill you!" Mr. Hong screamed at Kyungsoo. He couldn't keep his poker face anymore.

"I don't want to hurt her either. All you need to do is to tell me where the Red Devils hide the truck and I won't mention your daughter to Jongin."

"Do I look like an idiot who would believe that?"

"Would you risk that?"

"Go to hell."

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It was almost midnight when Kyungsoo returned. He assumed Jongin was watching the late-night news since the television was on. But there was nobody in the living room. The reporter was talking about Park Chanyeol's wedding. Kyungsoo wondered if they knew it was canceled. He flinched as he felt someone's breath on his hair. Kyungsoo turned around and all of sudden, Jongin was right in front of him, barely a step away.

"You're still up?" he asked, backing up slowly, yet Jongin grabbed his shirt, pulling him forwards again.

"I was waiting for you." The physical closeness made it impossible not to notice the scent of alcohol.

"Are you drunk?"

"I just drank a bit. It helps me think better."

"What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about what to do to your pretty face," Jongin answered as his fingers caressed Kyungsoo's cheek. The other boy didn't avoid eye contact but handed Jongin a page from his notebook.

"Here, what you wanted," he said.

Jongin read the address on the paper and instantly searched for his phone.

"Are you sure?" he questioned. Kyungsoo only nodded.

"How did you..." The person on the other end of the phone picked up and Jongin's curiosity faded away. He left the house faster than Kyungsoo could remind him of their deal.

Kyungsoo let himself fall down the couch. It was a long day and it still didn't want to end yet. What would Jongin think when he got to the hideout and saw the police arresting the Red Devils? How angry would he be about losing the drugs? Would he keep his promise and let Mr. Hong go? Kyungsoo couldn't help but have an uneasy feeling that he overlooked something.

Kai, you shouldn't have underestimated your husband. I mean look at him... 

This chapter is mostly about Kaisoo. I actually planned the next one to be all Kaisoo as well before Chanbaek will take over the next chapters. I can change it though, so I want to ask which couple do you want for the next chapter? 
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