Homosaurus

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Jaebeom was eventually called back to the office where his boss and the foreign company's boss... "mingled". Youngjae had to stay in the break room, slightly agitated that he was being left out of things. Except this time when Jaebeom followed Jackson to the office, he hadn't intruded on a compromising situation, instead, they stood just in front of the large desk prepared to speak with him. The man he'd met earlier, Mark, also stood behind them, files still in hand.

"Did you make your decision?" Yugyeom asked as soon as Jaebeom stepped into the room.

"I already expressed what I want." The latter replied, folding his arms over his chest. "No matter how much you two try to manipulate me, I should be listening to Youngjae most of all. It's not our decision, it's his."

"Surely he's excited about the opportunity?" BamBam assured, an annoyingly smug smile on his face. "You showed him the facility, and the new surroundings, and the fun he could have-?"

"I told him all about it and he's not interested. I promised him I wouldn't put him back in a lab again, and you're just trying to put him in a fancier one."

BamBam raised a hand to offer a correction. "Not a lab, a much better-equipped research facility-"

"I don't give a fuck what it is! My hybrid said 'no', that's his answer, so that's my answer!"

Yugyeom shook his head. "You still seem to be under the assumption that you own him. You're fighting for him as if he's human, yet talk as if he's an object."

"Because I do own him as a friend, and a caretaker, and the only person he can rely on. No one else on this planet has that honor except me, and none of you will earn it either. He's mine, and I'm his in return." Jaebeom stepped closer, mostly glaring at Mr.B who's expression was unsatisfied. "So no matter what, he won't be coming with you, and even if you try to take him he'll end up being a huge problem. He gets very nasty when he wants to."

"So we'll kill him." BamBam retorted, seeming to have reached the end of his patience. "You're making all this big talk as if we're the ones who're supposed to be scared. You should be terrified right now."

Jaebeom did feel a pang of fear strike his heart hearing the death threat. But just the thought of anyone hurting Youngjae overpowered any apprehensive feelings coursing through him. "You won't hurt him. Neither of you will even touch him or so help me-"

"What?" BamBam asked, the two now faced off with one another. "You can't do anything."

"I'll... ruin you." Jaebeom threatened, unsure of where it came from or how totally non-threatening it sounded, but he meant it. He couldn't let anyone harm Youngjae, and he'd do anything to prevent from making the hybrid unhappy.

BamBam barely held back his laughter. "You're kidding, right? You really think you're hot shit?" BamBam glanced from Mark to Yugyeom to Jackson while pointing at Jaebeom. "You see him? He thinks he's actually doing something right now!"

"Really pathetic, sir." Mark added, clearly kissing ass.

"Jaebeom..." Yugyeom intervened, stepping over and placing a hand on his shoulder. "I asked BamBam to come and talk this out with you. I thought you'd be more open... I mean it when I say I value you as an employee, don't make such a simple decision so complicated for yourself."

"Yeah? And how did you convince him to come talk this out instead of through legal action, huh?" Jaebeom questioned, his tongue suddenly on fire from agitation. "You got on your knees and sucked him off a little I bet, you think it isn't that obvious--?"

Suddenly Jaebeom was yanked forward by his shirt, mere inches from BamBam's face. "You're better off leaving those annoying comments unsaid."

"You don't like the truth; I don't know how either of you can go on fucking each other while your companies worry more about profit than actual fucking lives." Jaebeom shoved the latter away, putting some distance between them. "You're both disgusting. At least I try to stick to my morals, you just flip flop to whatever makes more money. Youngjae isn't a fucking display or a toy, he's my friend."