Painter in the night| Changjin

Bar

Part 1

Characters List:

Seo Changbin - young mafia mobster, with the cold heart and blood. Appreciates art and sexual relationships with no further relationships.  Never have been in partner relations with anyone and not planning.  Has older brother Minho who is married to Han. 

Hwang Hyunjin - young, artist with a big talent to art, is a student at university with younger brother IN. He has a best friend Seungmin. He believes in love but is careful about jumping in something. 

IN- The younger brother of Hyunjin, has troubles, lived alone for some time, lost parents in tragic accident. Has some secrets.

Blonde boy - is a character that will appear soon in the story, more information further, very pretty. 

Introduction

The long fingers were touching the body of the younger as he whimpered in pain as the push forward was made. The cold breath of the older and strong muscles were making him power man in the bed.

He pushed his member forward making the little boy scream I pain, the long dick was suffocating the young flesh in front of him, as if he ever cared and the strong push in and out made the tears follow the scream and run down the cheeks, the bitten to the blood young body of the unknown person was the art he created at night and enjoyed every single piece of it.

The broken rings and deep wounds wee the only thing that kept him to push till his maximum that he needed to cum.

His voice was strong and loud as he growled at the another victim, spending nights long creating the masterpiece of his own, the broken clothes thrown on the floor and wild tempo made him a god of sex and a the same time the most feared man around, the nights boy ran away from the street hiding from his presence as if eh was ever a legend of other thing, noon knew, it was talked a lot, the strong muscular shadow of darkness and coldness.

He never was a hot, he never felt warmness and never craved it in general creating the illusion of the being under control of the mafia world that was deeply invested into his power more than rumours around, he tend to fuck the boys in front of the crowd of his guards who got sued to that pretending to not be there.

He never cared of anything that not up to his definition of weirdness, there was no such thing as weirdness for him, it just a situation, no good or bad, not light or dark, just stable coldness that kept him alive, he kept his windows opened as he loved the cold evaporation coming inside the room keeping it cold, and freezing that made the guards hide in warm fireplace rooms and cuddle to keep the temperature up.

His movements were slow and power, he never rushed and never craved for anything, he wanted the body to use and forget, the sound of begging was the treat for him ,the moaning like a song for the hard made man of steel and heart that never opened to anyone.

He was alone the whole life and kept it thought shouting to the others about the freedom and ideas of the underlife world and nothing else mattered.

-Master? Can we bring the food?

The little woman entered his room checking the 2 half alive bodies o the bed as he slept between them.

-Clean this up and I will eat on terrace.

He stood up shamelessly flashing his naked body in front of her, as she just shut he eyes closed, as if he ever cared bowing to him and running for her life to do what she was told.

-The new contract is coming and I have to solve the transfer of the drugs to the other state. I need a good driver and commander, find me one.

He told slowly to the assistant who ran away the second he was let go as he took the cup of black coffee drinking it as he looked at the large garden filled with flowers that was created as a show for some feelings as if they ever existed.

The long grass filled with roses made a pretty picture but not for him, it was nothing, absolutely.

The days went on him making his life through.

No-one ever knew where he was coming from as he just appeared one day in the life and was the boss in blood and it was like that for ages.

The young flesh craved from the muscular power was dominating their world and many people joined him since as they knew the codex of honesty, he never touched his people until they did their job correctly and they respected him deeply, he was a good listener but only when was drunk, and his power to sit silently and look into something scared the life out of poor workers trying to escape the man.

-I want to drink tonight, I will go to bar.

He said going to the car as he slammed the door driving with no security creating the chaos between the guards who were new and the only older knew the reasons of that. They knew he would come half drunk and half hard with some pretty toy alone to fuck the thing for hours until the person will lose consciousness or wil handle it up to his expectations, but it rarely happened.

It was almost never the case.

The bar was filled with young people craving for sex, the smell was inside the lugs, making him hard already. He ordered the drink as he slammed the body onto the biggest sofa there watching the people living their lives. The broke students and merry girls having a fun night out.

The drink went on and one, and he still wasn't drunk as the figures moved in front of him as he opened the sleeves on his black shirt making more coldness as it wasn't enough as he continue to open the buttons on the top showing a little of his gorgeous chest as the chain was in front of him.

The two eyes of the black colour were on him, the features were incredible, the slim figure of the young man in white shirt and loose pants were in front of him the long dark hair and pretty smile, full lips and amazing shape of eyes, the siren style that he liked a lot, he was shameless checking the Changbin out, the new thing, no-one was like that before, he smirked drinking into the empty of the cocktail of the freedom as he called it so.

The slim long finger the younger had were doing something on the folder that was in front of him as he glanced again meeting the dark powerful eyes of the older man.

He wasn't red or blushing at all, interesting, he was just staring into the un-existent soul of the older power man.

-Hyunjin, go back to earth!

The group shouted as he went back to the company talk discussing the university things. The blank papers closed as he just placed the folder on the table drinking one more shot of soju and giggling to the jokes of other students.

-Ideal.

The older whispered looking at the perfection in front of him, he has never seen the better toy like him, the features, tall, just created to be destroyed by him.

He was watching the younger and enduring the moment.

The younger people ran to the outside to smoke as eh saw the younger smiling as they smiled the perfect lips inhaling the smoke and the hair that was flying under the wind outside.

He stood up coming to the table as he pushed the folder open as he froze, there was a paper with the picture of him drawn on the pier of paper, and the features, so prettily shown, the artist he was.

He looked at the picture for a moment taking it into the hands as he went to bar to pay the check, as he folded the portrait going outside as the car was there as Changbin glanced the last time on the boy who was involved in the conversation as he just threw himself in the car driving away.

The view was there, the alone place he used to run away form the whole perfection thing that was there.

The portrait in his hands as he watched how carefully he written the features of his, noticing the little details, the fast sketch looked better than yours old pictures.

The head fell on the back of the car, as he fought himself right now.

The honesty told him to let it go but heart and brain sticked to the face of the younger.

-I want him.