HATE GROWS

CHAPTER-1

ALL HE WANTS IS YOU..AND YOUR BODY
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A loud thug echoed the empty living room. Jaemin entered the house in complete despair,one hand holding a sheet of paper as tears streamed down his face without control.

"Lee Jeno" he muttered lowly when no one was spotted in the living room.

His grip on the sheet got harsher and the white paper wrinkled. Holding onto that, he climbed the stairs as fast as he could.

His chest was burning with worries and hatred. His face was flashed red from all the fear and suffocation he had bottled down. Thoughts could not escape as if things were weighing him down every breathing second. He was worried for his dad.

If it wasn't for Lee Jeno.

His rashing feet suddenly stopped infront of a large wooden door curved in brillaint creativity. His heart lurched and skin got more sensitive. Taking a bitter breath in, he pushed the door open not caring one bit about mannerism. 

There the man was.
As glamorous as he could be.
By the grand sofa he sat, one leg crossed upon the other with a pleasure of an expensive wine served in a glass within his fingers.
He expectedly waited for him. His calmness was neglecting Jaemin's turmoil and it boiled the anger pressing in his stomach.

"Lee Jeno!" Jaemin's low voice roared.

He kept his tears from falling. It was obvious that he cried but crying in front of Lee Jeno would be another issue.

"Oh, watch that tone sweetheart. Come have a seat"

His provocative words were glaringly intentional. Jaemin walked fast until he reached up front to where the man was sitting. He harshly threw the paper he was gripping on and it landed on Jeno's lap to which he caught in ease.

Jeno's smile did not fade out. He even beamed even brighter.

"I didn't expect you to be informed this early..You are impressive Lee Jaemin."

The younger's gaze full of sophisticated emotions only made Jeno to be more confident about what he was doing.

"Cut the crap Jeno! Sign this and let my dad go! He did nothing wrong. You bribed the police did you?! You planned all these out from the start."

Jaemin accused as his hands trembled from every torturing second of knowing his family was in jail, beyond his sight to assure their safety.

"Oh..that sounds so...exciting, my baby. Why would you want me to release them if you knew I was the one who put that disgusting man into where he belongs?"

Jeno took his time to stand up and settled the wine glass on the small table aside. His eyes bored into the paper that he found quite funny, ironically.

"Jeno..please! I am begging you. I already told you that if you want something, take it from me! Not from my family. Please sign this here to support my family's instant release. T..The police officer said they need your sign..n.."

Jaemin was now sobbing and trembling. His heart was breaking into pieces. This always happened to him. With every single string this man tied on him, his pain grew.

This man, this perfect man standing in front of him was his first love. Since his last year of college, this man approached him with an intentional plan to which he did not suspect. He deeply fell in love with Jeno who was two years older than him and was already leading several businesses by then.

He did not know his background until he dated him. He fell more for Jeno's kindness and patience on him. He wanted to embrace and cherish Jeno who lost both of his parents during his teenage years due to the inability to cope with their business failure. His dad died from lung failure and his mom followed soon.