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September 3, 2023

Yeosang looked at Jongho with glazed eyes. "You're not mad at me?" he asked incredulously. His eyes continued to fill with tears as he watched Jongho reach for his hands.

"I'm so incredibly sorry for what I said to you that day. I was scared and desperate and you were the only person I could take it out on. I'm so sorry." Yeosang couldn't help but smile slightly and shake his head. "Everything is my fault. I shouldn't have put you in a situation like that." This time Jongho shook his head. "No I should have just trusted you."

Yeosang wanted to say something back but a giggle cut through the silence. Wooyoung rose from his chair then looked at both of them. "I think I'd better leave, it's unbearable," he said, rubbing his arms as if he was disgusted. Jongho rolled his eyes amused.

"But it's your room," Yeosang objected and immediately felt bad for coming here. Wooyoung grabbed something from his desk. "I'm going to my friend's, have a good time," he grinned. Yeosang tried to stop him as he left the room, but Jongho held him back and gently gripped his wrists. "Leave him alone. His friend lives one floor below."

Yeosang looked at him uncertainly. "Tell me," Jongho mumbled. "Why are you wearing my clothes by the way?" Yeosang looked at him questioningly, because he had already forgotten what he was wearing. Then he smiled a little sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. Jongho started to grin, his hands went to Yeosang's waist and he pulled him closer.

"You're just too cute," he whispered as they fell into a long embrace. Yeosang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything he needed in his life was in his arms right now. He never wanted to let go of Jongho again. Hold him like this forever and think about nothing else.

.....

When they sat on Wooyoung's bed a little later, Yeosang could see that Jongho's expression was more serious again. Guided by his feelings, he reached out and stroked a purple strand from Jongho's forehead. This made Jongho look at him.

"Yeosang?" he asked, and there was something depressing in his voice. "Hm?" Yeosang answered, feeling a little scared. "The money..." Jongho began and a crease appeared on his forehead. "Where did you take it from?" Yeosang finally understood why he was worried. Smiling, he shook his head. "Don't worry about it. The person I got it from deserves it and doesn't need the money anyway."

Jongho didn't seem convinced. "But if you stole it, won't the police come looking for you?" Yeosang sighed slightly. "Jongho I'm in the mafia, the police will probably always be looking for me." Yeosang realized what he had said and bowed his head. "No, I was in the mafia," he mumbled more to himself, still not realizing that this was really true.

"What?" Jongho exhaled and Yeosang looked him in the eyes again. He realized that Jongho probably didn't know anything. "The morning before I came to you, the others found out that I was trying to get the money for you and that we were seeing each other." Jongho's eyes widened. "I don't know why, but they let me go instead of just killing me. I should be grateful, but when they pushed me away, I realized that they were my only family and even though I wanted to stop doing these things, I miss being with them."

Yeosang felt a warm hand on the back of his neck. "Yeosang it's all my fault." He wasn't fazed and grabbed Jongho's hand. "No you're definitely worth it for losing them. I didn't want to be that person anymore anyway. I never want to feel like a monster again. And now I have freedom at least as long as none of us are found out by the police."

Jongho seemed worried and not satisfied. "Then why did they take the money my brother and I gave them if they knew it was actually from you?" Yeosang brushed his hair back from his forehead. "They don't hurt people for nothing. I guess in the end it didn't matter where the money came from, as long as you guys paid. I'm sure they're glad you paid and that they got rid of me."