It was uncomfortably hot. With the additional presence of another person in his bed who seemed to radiate heat, it felt like Jinyoung was in a sauna.
He tossed the blanket away from him, relishing in the coolness that immediately seeped through as he exhaled.
"Can't sleep?"
Jinyoung was definitely awake now.
The blood rushing in his veins had their run several times earlier, but with just a simple phrase and a deeper than usual voice, Jinyoung felt hotter than he had been with the blanket over him.
"I literally just saw you close your eyes, stop pretending to be asleep." JB laughed, deep and breathy.
The moment of silence that followed was agonizing as Jinyoung stubbornly pretended to asleep while knowing fully well that the hitman was unabashedly staring at his side-profile.
Unable to take it any longer, Jinyoung finally snapped at the hitman.
"Take a picture it'll last longer." His eyes flew wide open as he threw back the same exact words the hitman had said to him on that fateful night.
JB did not laugh.
"Don't mind if I do." He whispered, smirking as he rose from the bed.
If there was one Jinyoung hated more than having a hitman break into his house, it was being photographed.
"W-Wait, I didn't mean it literally." He blurted out, rising quickly to grab hold of the hitman's wrist.
"Oh, you crossed the border." JB pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Jinyoung's hand.
"I-" Jinyoung bit down on his lip, unable to finish his sentence.
"I think a little punishment is due, don't you think so?" JB asked as warm and thick fingers circled Jinyoung's wrist.
Jinyoung's mind was in a frenzy.
What in the world is the hitman doing to him now?
A dark shadow hovered over him, with the barest of light illuminating the man's face.
God, he's beautiful. Jinyoung thought as he stared at the hitman inching forward, slowly attempting to close the distance between them.
Yet, nervousness would get the better of the young composer and his sharp tongue.
"I'm your landlord." He blurted out, aware that JB's face was now an inch or two away from his own.
The hitman remained quiet for a bit, and Jinyoung could barely discern if he was smiling or frowning.
"I'm aware of that." JB finally replied, "But if I remember, I'm paying you $5,000."
Jinyoung was confused.
"What?"
"You do know that nobody pays $5000 a month to rent a shoddy apartment right?" JB deadpanned.
The implication that such information was common and Jinyoung hadn't known it was more than enough to infuriate him.
"I-I know that! I'm just wondering why you would bring it up at this point!" He spluttered, roughly snatching his wrist back.
His ears burned as the sound of the hitman's chuckle resonated through the room.
"Park Jinyoung, you're adorable. How about being my sugar baby for a change? I'm sure you'll find it more rewarding than being a petty landlord." The hitman said, combing his fingers through his hair. His voice was dangerously low and it made Jinyoung's insides tingle.
Betrayed by his own body, heat coursed through his veins as Jinyoung shivered at the thought of becoming a sugar baby.
It was an enticing offer, considering his situation as a penniless composer. He was tempted, but in the end, his moral sense won.
Get a hold of yourself, Park Jinyoung.
"I'm not THAT desperate for money," Jinyoung grumbled. "And don't forget that you have to get back my laptop from that thief." He added before lying back down and turning his back toward the hitman.
JB hummed a low note of acknowledgment and the room faded back into an uncomfortable silence, full of tension.
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Light fingertips slid down his torso, each gentle touch against his skin ignited a fiery desire within him. With his eyes closed, the touch of another on his body was exhilarating.
"Won't you be mine?" A voice asked, followed by a gentle graze of a finger against Jinyoung's cheek.
"But who are you?"
Jinyoung's question was left unanswered as wandering hands continued on their route, gliding further down and coming to a stop by his knees. As if to seek permission, a calloused thumb grazed across his kneecap and paused, awaiting a signal.
A shiver ran down his spine and despite his mind being heady with lust, one clear thought echoed in his brain.
It's dangerous to go any further.
Yet, he wants to go further. He knows the fire laying in wait would burn him alive. He knows. He knows and he still would let it sear his flesh, and make him feel alive.
So, Jinyoung nods.
Thick fingers gripped the underside of his knees, lifting his legs and spreading his thighs apart easily.
"Beautiful." A voice whispered, feeling the ghost of lips against his ear.
Jinyoung welcomed the praise, riding on the euphoria as his heart raced. He craved the warm embrace of the person above him, yet he didn't know who it was.
Peeking through his eyelashes shyly, Jinyoung slowly opened his eyes.
The dark figure of a man that loomed over him began to clear. Illuminating a soft glow against the face Jinyoung longed to see.
It didn't take long before the face of the man came into view, as clear as day.
A soft smirk curving on his lips, JB leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jinyoung's lips.
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