Strangers

Eight

warning: sensitive/rated/forced sexual scene.

Mornings just didn't bring the luminous flux that Taeyong needed, just another twenty-four hours full of emptiness and sorrow that he can't fight alone. The young frame been sitting on the edge of his quacking bed for almost fifteen minutes now, staring at the jacket resting on the chair armrest in the other corner of his narrow room. Long eyelashes cascaded on the marble skin as the dull gaze lowered, he didn't want to go to Johnny's workplace to return the clothing, but that's what the older male suggested yesterday. The morning serenity was dancing slowly between the four walls rang in his ears, which made an inaudible sigh escape his chapped lips.

It was past lunchtime when Lee approached the familiar high building. The front of it was embraced by large glass windows till the very last floor, and you can see the busy businessmen and office workers running around the space, with papers in their hands, yelling on their phones and spilling coffee on the floor. The clothes they wore were so different from Taeyong's, just like their lifestyle in general. Brand shirts and elegant ties that went just so well with the expensive watches on their wrists, and Taeyong, he was just wearing his old and already loose sweater from so much usage. The pair of his light jeans that didn't really go well with the same shoes he always wore. It was cold. But that's all he had.

Johnny's jacket perfectly folded in a paper bag he let to slide down his thin wrist as his hands rubbed together, the friction was supposed to bring him warmth, but the blood ran frozen in the veins under the wan skin. His lips spread to exhale some oxygen from the depths of his lungs, but it transformed into a steam mantle hitting the senseless extremities.

The first steps in the company hall brought him directly to the reception. A long hesitating moment before his hoarse vocals attracted the woman's attention.

"How can i help you?", the lady kindly offered a cordial smile to the young man, which made him double as awkward, forget the reason of his visit for a moment or two.

"I have a meeting with Mr. Seo Youngho today. Is he in his office?"

"How's your name, young man?"

"I'm Taeyong. Lee Taeyong."

Checking the meeting schedules on her computer, he nodded her head, she lifted the chin to give another smile that was out of politeness.

"Please, it's important", his voice quiet as always, looking down to the floor.

The lady lifted the receiver, pressing on a button on her telephone that was resting on her shinning table, right next to her computer. Placing the receiver to her ear, she parted her lips to speak. "Mr. Seo, here's a young man and ensures me he has a meeting with you. His name is Lee Taeyong".

All she did was to nod, then put the receiver back down to it's place and looked right at Taeyong.

"He will be here in half an hour because he had an urgent meeting with American investors, you can wait for him in his office".

Bowing to the lady perspicuously, Taeyong made his way directly to the elevator. When it opened the doors, he and a few more men in suits stepped in the small space. They were busy having conversations, but the young man still was feeling out of his plate. The only sound that he really noticed in the human buzzing was his own hands squeezing the paper bag as the elevator lifted. Soon, the doors opened at a few floors lower than he needed, and before the office workers would get out properly, they all bowed in unison at the tall man that passed by them.

Taeyong held his breath as he looked through his long lashes at the formerly adored features, well-known body proportions and the deep voice who was the reason of historical wars. Yet, he didn't spill a single letter till the doors were completely closed, being left alone next to the shorter corpus. Huge orbs were staring into the clean floor again, he couldn't lift his face to meet the intimidating eyes of the other male that was only a few inches apart, brushing their shoulder's together.