Soul Breaker {Kaisoo § Chanbaek}

Chapter 3

Kyungsoo has no other choice but to wear a suit. There is an impossible collection in a room adjacent to his, from silk shirts to shiny shoes. He throws on the least conspicuous, more comfortable looking white shirt with black pants and leather shoes. He feels surprisingly at ease in them.

The room is... Well it is. Enormous bed with purple and golden curtains, purple and golden couches, purple and golden carpets. Marquetry walls, floors. Glass windows.

He feels strangely at ease, like this is all normal and he isn't barging into the world of extravagant maniacs.

The woman that showed him to his room is a little thing who barely talks, silent and solemn, standing straight, awaiting instructions. She isn't particularly beautiful or particularly anything.

Kyungsoo wonders if anyone is really particular anything in comparison to the house and its inhabitants.

He meets Byun Baekhyun on his way downstairs. The man looks like he was waiting for him, all curvy smile and slim body draped in impeccable black silk.

He is temptation incarnate.

The dark wet hair accentuates the shadows of his face. Hypnotic black eyes almost drowning out the pupils, lined with smoky liner and impossibly long lashes. He has a delicate nose, red lips, two silver chains hanging from his bottom lip to his collar, little rings of silver on his ears and on his hands.

Those hands. The most perfect, beautiful hands he has ever seen.

He wants to both cuddle and fuck the shit out of him. It is a strange feeling. A pull and attraction different than Kim Jongin, different than Oh Sehun.

There is no humanity left in this creature, Kyungsoo can sense it, and yet, he looks fragile in impossible ways, a turmoil of wonders and emotions.

It makes Kyungsoo's blood sing with irrepressible desire. To grip the man and never let him escape. To make him his.

He shakes his head, snapping out of it.

The man as it turns out, is impossible.

He doesn't stand in place, speaks all the time, crowds Kyungsoo's space in a way that makes him grit his teeth. His appearance and personality are a constant push and pull in Kyungsoo's stomach, his presence making him so uncomfortable he is actually glad when they reach the living room.

He hopes there aren't anymore fallen angels to meet because he's running low on patience.

Oh Sehun is already there, sipping on something dark that must be red wine. Byun Baekhyun finally leaves Kyungsoo's side, abandoning his unanswered questions to come sit next to the tall blond. He is immediately brought a glass of the same liquid. He tastes the first sip and lets out an indecent sound that, despite Kyungsoo's best intentions, goes right to his groin.

"Château Margaux 1787" Oh Sehun comments as unimpressed as ever. It seems the man isn't fazed by anything at all.

He should drop the formalities for those men as well. His mind is weary with the flow of information and tiring it out uselessly isn't something Kyungsoo wants to do.

Baekhyun moves then and he casually slips one of Sehun's thighs between his, crossing a leg over it in the most natural posture, leaning against the other's shoulder with an aching familiarity.

"Sir, if you please" a man addresses him, designating the chair at the end of both couches. Kyungsoo sits and he is offered a drink, like the rest of them.

"Beer, please."

Baekhyun makes a distressed sound and Sehun judges him from afar.

Kyungsoo receives the bottle of fresh beer with a thanks and indulges in the bitter taste joyfully, having forgotten what beer tastes like. It's refreshing, helping him stare down Sehun with the same level of contempt.