hostage || jaeyong

two,

He followed the other, and only then he noticed the guy was wearing an impeccable suit.

Taeyong thought it would be wise just to do what the man said for the time being.

No point in angering a guy who moved like Bruce Lee, while wearing Armani or shit like that.

He saw a dark silhouette was holding the door to a black limousine as he walked behind the man.

Taeyong's eyes grew as big as saucers.

What was a big shot like this Jaehyun guy doing in a seedy neighborhood?

"All is well, sir?" the man holding the door inquired politely.

"Everything is perfect, Minhyuk. No need to worry. You, get inside," he half turned to gesture at Taeyong to climb inside the car.

Taeyong did as told and tried to assume a relaxed posture.

Whatever the guy wanted, it was not going to involve force, or he would be on the ground, screaming with the rest by now.

The blond sat across from him, and the car door was closed carefully by the chauffeur.

They scrutinized each other, as the car started moving.

Taeyong had to bite back a small curse.

The man was fucking gorgeous.

The light inside the limo was pleasant and bright enough for the two to inspect each other's features without any hindrance.

He did look like a model. Perfectly shaved, his blond hair neatly combed over his hair, and deep dark eyes that were seemingly asking Taeyong to dive in. The dark blue suit was complementing his perfect features.

Although Taeyong could swear, the guy would have looked fantastic in about anything he wanted to wear, even crocs or something stupid like that.

He was gawking, most probably, because a small all-knowing smile danced on the man's lips.

Taeyong felt like he wanted to bite on his fist all of a sudden.

The man had such beautiful lips, soft and inviting.

They were making him even more attractive.

When he smiled, perfect rows of pearly white teeth showed. And God—dimples.

The man looked as if he had been made in a lab and not born from the coupling of two human beings.

"So..."

The man started, and Taeyong could swear he looked a bit amused.

"I'm Taeyong," Taeyong offered his hand quickly, and the man shook it shortly.

"So Taeyong, how do you plan on repaying me?"

"For what?"

The man chuckled softly, making Taeyong squirm a little in his place.

"Saving you back there?"

Something in the way Jaehyun said the last word made Taeyong grow hot a little.

What the hell? He thought.

The man's eyes were measuring him up and down as if they could see through clothes.

Taeyong felt self-conscious all of a sudden.

"What do you want? Info on those guys?"

Taeyong nervously clasped his knees with his palms.

Jaehyun shook his head slowly.

"Want me to run some errands for you, then? I'm good around the city, and I know people," Taeyong offered.

Again, his offer was met with denial.

"What then? I don't have too much money on me, and you don't look like you need some change anyway," Taeyong said warily.

"You were on my territory tonight," Jaehyun said almost accusatory.

"Shit," Taeyong murmured. "When did that change? I don't know anything."

"It is mine now. Whoever trespasses at this hour has to pay what's due."

"Due? But those guys...?"

"They got what was coming to them. You, on the other hand," the man looked at Taeyong, his eyes at half-mast, "You look like you are a different breed."

Somewhat this man was making him feel like cattle when he spoke like that.

"So, do you still plan on beating me up?"

Taeyong looked the other in the eyes.

He wasn't going to cower if that was the case.

The man shook his head.

Slowly, with studied gestures, he took out a cigarette and lit it up with a golden lighter that disappeared into his pocket as fast as it was produced from there.

"How old are you, Taeyong?"

"21," he said curtly.

"What experience do you have with men?"

Taeyong's mouth fell agape.

Was the man saying what he thought he was saying?

"None," he said slowly.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought.

Was the guy some homophobe who beat up people who he thought to be gay or something?

Technically, Taeyong wasn't... well he wasn't an active gay guy because he had never done anything with anyone.

His fantasies could not count, could they?

"I want to see you naked."