Can we ? | JJP ✔

9

The sound of a glass shaterred on the floor broke the silence of his office.

"Oh shit" Jaebum cursed under his breath. His drink spilt on the floor with pieces of tiny glasses making the waater pooled around them. Thank god it was just water.

Jaebum took a rubber glove from his kitchen and picked those flakes then put them inside a plastic bag before throwing it into the bin. He took a napkin and wiped the wet floor. He had to do it alone since it was saturday and he was the only one in that building. His secretary was there few hours ago to take care of some important documents but had to go home to celebrate a birthday party for her son.

After he finished mopping the floor, he checked the time. He still got 30 minutes and thinking about to have a coffee in the afternoon before he head home. "Ugh I'm so fuckin sleepy"

Jaebum packed his belonging before he locked his office and went into the elevator to the basement and hop in his BMW to a coffee store.

A friendly Good Afternoon from the baristas welcomed him in that shabby-vintage themed cafe. He ordered a hot Americano before heading towards the seat by the window to enjoy his time.

"Ssh- fuck!"

Didn't know what God was trying to tell him that time, he spilt some of his hot Americano to his left hand. It burnt his hand of course. The waitress offered a napkin to wipe the black liquid off as the hot water sting- piercing through his skin.

"You okay sir?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. Thank you"

She went to what seemed to be the kitchen then came out of it with a new napkin slung over her forearm.

Jaebum sipped on his coffee as he observed the surrounding of the cafe. The street was not that busy and the yellow chrysanthemum flowers planted under the window infront of the cafe added more piece to the dreamy vibe the cafe had set for their customers.

Jaebum glanced at his watch and it was just 2.15 but something in his head was telling him to go home now. He ignored the uneasy feeling that kept bugging on his head and decided to stay at the cafe for another fifteen minutes before driving home.

.. before he regret his decision.

.

"Play with me while your husband is not home"

The dizziness of the slap made him had to work hard to gain his senses back to the bitter reality he's facing right now.

The hand cupped his jaw which wasn't a hundred percent recovered from what Jaebum did last night.

"Look at you. You're so pretty. I wonder why Jaebum hasn't fuck you yet" getting closer to Jinyoung's face, he looked at those lips hungrily before crashing his own lips to the plump ones.

Jinyoung shook his head to take them off but it was no use since the grip was painfully strong. He didn't give up to shook it off his lips by continuously kicking the tiles and made his body wriggled, struggling to get loose of his heavy body lock.

An iron taste touched Jinyoung's tongue as he was shaking his head. A slight feeling of pain from his bottom lip started to get real. It wasn't a dream at all.

The rough kiss parted and the guy on top of him looked disapointed and upset. "What have you done!" His thumb rubbed the lip and Jinyoung could feel the sting before he saw blood on the thumb.

"Let go off me!"

"No, sweety. The game hasn't start yet"

Jinyoung saw the guy took something out of his pocket which looked like a neck tie and without any warning tied his hands together- so tight that it hurted the wrists. "I need to tie your hands for safety"