Good as gold | Hopekook

Seven

Mark's POV

I quickly made my way into the office building, dressed in my finest suit. Jeon had asked me to meet him in his office because we had very formal business to attend to. I wonder why he said it was just him and I, but I don't really question the man. He has anger issues. Right as I was about to knock on his office door, I heard a voice on the other side.

"Come inside, Twan." It was Jeon. He, of course, knew that I was there already and decided to keep me from having to knock. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, walking over and sitting on his desk.

"What's up, Kook?" I asked, looking him up and down, smiling.

"We are going to Gay Strip Club tonight to find out more about this Jung Hoseok." My eyes widened and I smirked.

"Going to get yourself a boy toy now? What made you change your mind?"

"He wouldn't just be a toy, Twan. I. Felt. It." He spoke aggressively, already seeming to be upset.

"Oh my god, Jungkookie found his mate!" I squealed and he slapped a hand over my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, Twan. I don't want the whole office to know." He growled, speaking in a very low tone. I nodded slowly, still internally snickering about it. I remove his hand and readjust my suit jacket.

"Of course, Kook, but are you even sure he is working tonight or if he isn't available?" I raised an eyebrow as I asked curiously.

"I'm not stupid, Twan, of course I did. I will be one of his clients tonight, but I asked the owner to keep me anonymous to him until I show up. I would like to see the boy's reaction." He smirks, chuckling at the thought. I rolled my eyes, turning back toward the door.

"Of course, and when is your appointment?" I asked curiously.

"Ten thirty sharp. We can't be late. Also, maybe you will find yourself a boy toy for the night since Park isn't around for the rest of the week. I know your relationship is open, plus there are plenty of unknowing boys that might pique your interest." He said, almost speaking venomously. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, walking back toward the door.

"If your appointment is at ten thirty sharp, then we must get going. As you said, we can't be late." I walked out the door, calling for a ride to be ready at the exit. I heard his footsteps behind me as I stormed off down the hall.

"Oh don't be so bitter, Twan. I know you like to fuck around whenever Park isn't here." I growled and turned around abruptly, glaring daggers at him.

"Shut it, Jeon." He just laughed as I turned back around, storming out the building.

"You know, if you keep that up, I don't think you will get any boy toys tonight. Unless, they are into that sort of thing." He just kept going on and I slowly tuned him out as I got in the car. After some time of me ignoring him, he got the hint and stopped talking, still with a smirk on his face. He always got to me somehow, even though I always tried so hard to ignore it. He was right, though, and it pissed me off that he knew it. I always end up tipsy at clubs and screw one or two boys. I hate myself for it, and Jinyoung just thinks maybe I am craving something too much that he can't give me. Sometimes, he thinks he isn't good enough and it makes me sad because that's just not it.

"Stop thinking so much, Twan." His words break me from my thoughts. I grimace at the fact that he knows me so well that he knew I was thinking too much.

"Don't know what you're talking about, Kook." I said, rolling my eyes at him. As the car pulls up to the club, I quickly get out and take in the fresh air, which, in my opinion, was much better than the stuffy air in the car.

"I saw the look in your eyes, Mark." He said as he walked over to me. My eyes widened as he said that, turning around immediately to look him in the eye. He always seemed to have some intense look on his face when he called me by my first name.

"Kook, I-" I began to speak, but he interrupted me before I could say anything else.

"You know that I am harsh with my words. I am cold and that is something everyone seems to hate about me. Yet, you know the side of me that nobody else has seen. You have seen more of me than any other person, except for the Jeon's." He grimaced as he spoke the last word.

"Kook..." I said, biting my lip. "Why are you bringing this up?" I was sort of confused.

"I don't want you to think that I do this to purposely harm you. You know I am blunt, but you also know that I trust you with my life. You are my brother and even though we never tell people that, I just want you to remember." I nodded and hugged him, sighing. He never really talks about why he doesn't speak to his parents anymore. He also doesn't speak of how we are related. It's because of his mother that we are related, and because of what his parents did to him that he refuses to acknowledge their existence. I sometimes wish that we could tell people that we are brothers, but it would also be a mistake. That secret would be the downfall of his authority.

"Thank you, Kook." He nodded and pulled back, smoothing down his suit jacket.

"Enough of that now, before someone notices. Shall we head inside?" He immediately went back to his cold tone causing me to grimace, but I still nodded in response and followed him inside.

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