KPOP Ships (boyxboy)

Paid For You: Seonghwa x Hongjoong (Ateez)

Summary: Seonghwa, a mafia leader, bought Hongjoong at an auction. Now, Hongjoong is Seonghwa's, and no one else's.

Mentions SA, and contains curse words and slight smut. Please do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. Also, I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes I may have missed.

Type: Slight smut and fluff.
Word Count: 1244.

Seonghwa looked across the room, eyeing Hongjoong up and down as he cleaned their dining room table. Even though he bought him at first to be a maid, that job was soon over quickly, but Hongjoong still insisted he cleaned.

Seonghwa remembers the first moment he laid eyes on Hongjoong. Seeing him standing on a small stage in a brothel, his face flushed, blue hair messy, barely any clothes on, piercings littering his ears; but Seonghwa was enticed.

He did not care how much he had to pay to have Hongjoong, he needed him. Seonghwa remembered when he placed the bid, the price high, but to Seonghwa, Hongjoong was priceless. The way Hongjoong was brought to him, smelling faintly of Vanilla as Seonghwa was enticed once more.

He was shivering as he wore barely any clothes, reaching out to touch him as Hongjoong backed away. He could tell Hongjoong was afraid by the man who appeared in front of him, but Seonghwa was sure he would never make him fear again.

Seonghwa noticed how Hongjoong refused to look at him, his eyes never meeting his as Seonghwa took off his coat, wrapping it around Hongjoong before taking him to his home; now, their home.

And you know damn well Seonghwa got his revenge on each and every man who dared to hurt and harm Hongjoong. But that, Hongjoong doesn't have to know.

Seonghwa recalled how he had his men treat Hongjoong gently. They were not allowed to touch him and they couldn't talk to him unless Seonghwa allowed it. Hongjoong was a quiet maid, but only for Seonghwa. He wasn't allowed to assist with anyone else other than him.

He gave Hongjoong his own room, but now, they share one. Everyday Hongjoong would wear his maid outfit as he cleaned and did chores, but now, he wore Seonghwa's clothes or designer brands that Seonghwa spoiled him with.

Hongjoong rarely spoke when Seonghwa first met and brought him home. He would only nod or shake his head, and a few occasional words. Hongjoong knew Seonghwa would never hurt him, but Hongjoong had trouble trusting people due to his past.

He was used for sex, pleasure, labor, and busy work. It was all Hongjoong has ever known. But that doesn't mean he ever got used to it, or the pain didn't linger.

However, over time, Hongjoong opened up. Hell, he didn't really know what him and Seonghwa were, but he did know that Seonghwa would kill for him. He was a jealous and possessive man, but yet he was so gentle. Seonghwa was his knight in shining armor. His knight who never hurt him, talked harshly to him, and never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do.

But Hongjoong wished they were a couple. He assumed they were, yet he was still unclear. Seonghwa never asked him or proposed. Their relationship was a strange one. Seonghwa bought Hongjoong from his old "owner", and now they kiss, share a bed, cuddle, and even have sexual moments.

But Seonghwa, being the man he is, just assumed Hongjoong knew he was his, and that he was Hongjoong's. It's been almost two years since Seonghwa bought Hongjoong, and he wasn't giving him away, no matter the price.

Hongjoong cleaned the table, humming a small tune until he felt soft arms snake around his waist, knowing immediately who it was. He could smell the faint smell of cigarette smoke on Seonghwa's clothes, mixed with his cologne as his hair tickled his face.

"I thought I told you to stop hmmm?" He teased, slipping his hands under Hongjoong's shirt as Hongjoong felt goosebumps emerge from his touch.

"The table was dirty from dinner" Hongjoong whispered, his body suddenly feeling hot as Seonghwa trailed his lips along his jaw.

"That's why I have maids" Seonghwa whispered, his voice smooth as his lips hovered over Hongjoong's ear.

"But I'm a..." Hongjoong went to say, but stopped himself as Seonghwa shushed him, biting his ear softly as Hongjoong winced slightly.

"You're not a maid" Seonghwa corrected him, taking the cloth from his hands as he threw it to the other side of the table, "You're mine."

"But it was dirty" Hongjoong insisted, feeling how Seonghwa turned him around, trapping him against the table as his cheeks were tinted pink.

"Only focus on me. Forget about the damn table" Seonghwa whispered, biting Hongjoong's bottom lip as Hongjoong caved in, trailing his hands up to Seonghwa's shoulders, letting his hands finally roam.

He snaked his hands under Seonghwa's shirt, trailing over his abs as he could feel himself become undone. Because what he grazed over was his, and his only. And Seonghwa wanted that to be clear. He wanted that to be known.

"How come you can focus on other things but not me?" Hongjoong asked, pushing his buttons as Seonghwa cocked his head, raising his eyebrow as he unbuckled his jeans.

"Everything I do revolves around you. Do I need to show and remind you?" Seonghwa asked, his voice suddenly deeper as Hongjoong felt the heat rise within him.

"If you want" Hongjoong replied, his voice quiet as Seonghwa didn't do anything.

"I need your permission. It's not what I want, but what you want" Seonghwa told him, his eyes never leaving his as his hands stayed put on the table.

Hongjoong could feel his heart racing, butterflies in his stomach as he suddenly forgot how to speak. He forgot all his words as his palms turned sweaty. It was like he was falling in love, and this was the moment he knew.

He knew he loved Seonghwa. But did Seonghwa love him too?

Hongjoong could only nod as he watched Seonghwa undue his tie and unbutton his shirt, tying his hands together before turning him around, pushing him up and against the table, with his tied hands behind his back.

Hongjoong couldn't see what was going on, but he felt everything. The way Seonghwa trailed kisses on his spine and up to his collarbones, and how gently he rolled his hips in and out at a steady pace.

"God I love you" Seonghwa whispered, his hands under Hongjoong's shirt as Hongjoong felt like his stomach was on fire.

"Not just now, but then, and later on. The second I laid eyes on you I loved you. You are mine, and you, you have no price."

Hongjoong could feel the corner of his eyes prick with tears of joy, as after all these years of pain and suffering, he finally found love.

Turning his head, he kissed Seonghwa softly before pulling away, his lips hovering over Seonghwa's as Seonghwa stopped, seeing his tears.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" He asked as Hongjoong laughed softly, shaking his head.

"No, I'm just happy" he choked out, watching as Seonghwa laughed with him, wiping his tears as Hongjoong's heart raced against his chest.

"I love you too" he whispered, feeling Seonghwa's touch come to a halt before he broke out in a shy smile.

"I've waited two years to hear you say that. And it was worth every second."