Youngjae rolled over, staring out the window into the night sky. He was on the fourth floor of the brothel and he was tired. Tired of not being able to sleep, tired of not being able to concentrate, and most of all tired of being alone. He wasn’t even a courtesan but he was stuck here, having nowhere else to go. He’d been dumped here when he was little and the madame of the building had basically adopted him as her own. He went to the best schools and had the best clothes, but he wasn’t happy. Of course he wasn’t happy. He had no excitement. He was bored. He barely left the brothel, and when he did, no one spoke to him. They whispered behind his back words of anger. “He’s the bastard child of Madame Blanche.” They’d whisper. “He doesn’t belong here.” They’d hiss. He stared at the ceiling, sighing out before he shut his eyes, trying to get to sleep. A sharp rap at his window caused him to jerk his head to the side, seeing someone in a hooded cloak and a cape hanging off of one shoulder. The cloak was black with a green fringe and the cape was black with a green underside. The gauntlets were a dark green with intricate black patterns that looked almost like the guild symbol from the next town over. Regardless of his intelligence, something told him to open the window and let this man in.

“Who are you?” Youngjae whispered as he opened the window. The cloaked figure just maneuvered inside, shutting the window and locking his door before turning around.

“My name is Moon.” The voice that came from him wasn’t nearly as gruff as he expected. The gauntlets were removed and placed on Youngjae’s bedside table, gloved hands with black nails revealed. His skin was tan, and Youngjae couldn’t help but stare. He’d never had much contact with other people so he was nervous to be around anyone. When the cloaked guy stepped forward, Youngjae involuntarily stepped backward, stumbling a bit onto the bed. He sat down, staring at the figure that was now kneeling in front of him. Hands found his, and they were warm.

“What do you want?” Youngjae managed to whisper past his nervousness, a slight tint coming to his face when lips touched his hand.

“You, darling. I have for a long while, my princess.” The voice was still soft and a bit nervous, but when he looked up and met Youngjae’s eyes, there was no hint of nervousness in his chocolate eyes.

“You do not know me, Moon-sir.” Youngjae slid back a bit on the bed and Moon crawled forward to rest between his legs.

“Oh but I do, Youngjae.” He breathed out, pulling his hood down and running his hand up through Youngjae’s blonde, short hair. When the hood dropped completely, Youngjae was taken aback at how perfect his features were. His face was almost completely symmetrical and his eyes were thin but strong. He had brown hair fanned down around his face and his skin was definitely tan. “Believe me, amore, I know you.”

“But how? I have never seen you before, Moon-sir. You cannot possibly know me well.” Another whisper slipped past Youngjae’s lips as he was scared to talk any louder. “You could have any courtesan, woman, downstairs. Why would you desire me?”

“I know you more than you know yourself, princessa. As for those puttane downstairs, I desire something cleaner, a bit more masculine.” Moon moved quickly, untying his cloak and dropping it to the floor to reveal a tight black shirt that was cut off at the wrists. He brushed his fingertips over Youngjae’s face, moving to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

“We cannot do this, Moon-sir.” Youngjae said though his mind was screaming at him to do this.

“Do not bother with the formalities, Youngjae. If you would like a less formal name, I am called Jongup by my family.” His lips found Youngjae’s again for a split second, his hand snaking under Youngjae’s shirt.

“J-Jongup, why are you doing this?” Youngjae pushed him back a bit. He didn’t want to give Jongup the wrong idea. He absolutely wanted this, but he was scared. He wanted to do this because it was exciting, but he was afraid of Jongup. With the cloak gone, he could see a small marking on his wrist under the sleeve, the Assassin’s Mark. Assassins weren’t a group that Madame Blanche associated with. She stuck more to the Church, to the more prestigious men with wives they couldn’t care less about and tempers about as large as their ego. They paid a lot, while the assassins did not. Madame Blanche had always told Youngjae that the assassins were bad people.

“I am simply helping you.” Jongup said, another small kiss placed against Youngjae’s lips. “You have been shunned since you have lived. The people of this town do not keep things to themselves, amore. Word spreads quickly when the courtesans get together.” He moved his hand a bit, rubbing his fingers against Youngjae’s side delicately. “No matter how much the madame says to love you, you are not her blood. I can give you more, bello.”

“Do not say that, Jongup.” Youngjae said. “Madame Blanche loves me. She gives me all I need.”

“But what you need is not what you desire, amore.” Jongup moved, kissing Youngjae’s jawline slowly, making sure every inch of skin was touched by his lips. He pressed small kisses against the corner of his mouth before reuniting their lips. “Come away with me, bellisimo.” Youngjae felt his stomach knot up, and he leaned forward, kissing Jongup slowly.

“If I do come away with you, Jongup?” Youngjae whispered, a small smile gracing his face. “How will we live? I have nothing to my name.”

“I will cover you, amore. Do not fret, I can be more than you expect.” He kissed Youngjae again. “Nothing will matter but your desires, bello.”

“Take me, Moon.” Youngjae said, smiling. He wrapped his arms around Jongup’s neck and moved until they were both standing. “Let us go. For some reason, I believe you. Whatever spell you have placed upon me is working.” A small giggle left his mouth and Jongup draped his cloak over Youngjae’s shoulders. They kissed again before Jongup opened the window, climbing out onto the ledge. Youngjae stared out, eyeing the tiny ledge and the long fall to the ground.

“Trust me, amore, I will not let you fall.” Jongup extended his hand out to Youngjae, who took it. “I will never let you fall.” He whispered into his hair.

~FIN~

A/N: I hope you guys like this :) I've been playing too much Assassin's Creed lately and this is what the by-product of combining K-Pop and video games is...... OTL.