To love and to Hate

Epilogue: With You

Jisung's sultry gaze had done it again. He'd been chatting this older man up for a good twenty minutes, body language offering invitation, the drink in his hand slowly disappearing to seem all the more ready for this man's attention.

"You like that, baby?" The man, Trayso, asked, his strange green eyes dropping to Jisung's mouth for the hundredth time.

Jisung's sugary smile grew a fraction. "I do." He trailed a finger up the man's arm. "Big, strong hunters that take what they want and who they want intrigue me."

As expected, Trayso turned to face him more fully, a suggestive smirk taking over his features. "Then why don't you and I continue this conversation somewhere more... private?"

Perfect. "Why, do you live nearby?"

"Just a two minute walk, you can be patient for that long, right?"

"It'll be difficult, but... I'll try."

A wide grin. "Oh, you're going to be interesting."

Jisung only winked before following the man out of the tavern. He allowed the brute to grab his hand, just to make him feel more in control.

"So tell me again, how long will you be in town?" Trayso asked, fishing a key from his breast pocket.

"Just until I'm... satisfied." Jisung slid his hands over Trayso's shoulders from behind when they stopped at his apartment door, acting impatient as the man unlocked it.

The moment the door was open, Jisung didn't allow Trayso to even step forward, pushing him inside and turning him around. "I don't think I can wait any longer."

His hands landed on the fire mage's hips. "Whoa, easy, you have me all night, pretty boy."

"Then let's get the night started." Jisung shoved him backward, but the man only grinned and visibly grew excited. The fire mage maintained his persona despite that, and he grinned wickedly as he backed Trayso into the front room and finally onto a chair. "You'll satisfy me, won't you, Tray?" he purred, standing over the man's lap and tipping his chin up.

"You bet I will."

"Good." Jisung caught Trayso's hands from landing on his hips again. "Ah, I'm in charge here."

"But-"

"Humor me for a moment, hm?"

Trayso, of course, couldn't resist. "Alright, I'll let you play."

"Very good." Jisung pushed the man back against the chair. "Stay." He maintained heated eye contact, using light fingers to lay Trayso's arms down on the armrests. He smiled, pressed his hand into his chest. "Relax." Then Jisung's face fell stone cold. "Now, sweetheart."

Trayso's expression fell into utter confusion, but before he could so much as utter a sound, chains fell over his chest, yanking him back against the chair harshly while Jisung whipped out two pairs of cuffs and locked his wrists to the armrests. "What the hell?"

Jisung sort of wanted to laugh, but he was much too distracted by the uncomfortable feeling the man's touches had left behind. He backed up, tilting his head in mock pity. "Ah, I'm sorry, you can forget playing tonight, little pig. We're here on business."

"We?"

Jisung's smile turned real for the first time that night as Minho stepped out of the shadows behind the chair, adorning black gloves and pulling his black mask down. "That's just my partner. He's been here for the past hour, gathering everything we need to know about you, Bromam. Seriously, couldn't you come up with a more creative fake name than Trayso?"