The bedsheets rustled against his cold skin, as Jinyoung grudgingly woke up in the middle of the night. He swayed his eyes towards his side, seeing the bare back of a man, sleeping soundly.
Jinyoung rubbed his hands against his face, and groaned lightly as he recalled the events a few hours back.
He was drunk and he called someone. An escort. A prostitute. He doesn't remember. All he recollected were thin hands grabbing his dress shirt and him slamming into a remarkably loose hole.
When had this begun?
Oh yes, ever since he lost Jaebum. Ever since he went to the point of no return.
Two years. Two years Jinyoung had struggled to keep himself sane.
In the end he gave up.
He became a daily client at escort clubs all over Seoul. Heck, he didn't even bother to know their names. But he enjoyed the sex.
A redemption from pain, he called it.
Park Soyoung, his so called mother, used to ask him why he needed the money. At one point, she had stopped asking.
As for Taehyun, he was grateful. His adoptive brother never bothered to ask questions.
He was eight when he had first met three year old Taehyun. His dad's illegitimate son.
Five years Jinyoung had strived in Park Mansion, the big old house that never felt like home.
Five years not really bothering to speak to Taehyun.
He finally spoke to Taehyun at fifteen years of age, when he saw the ten year old shoot a point blank, without the blink of an eye.
The victim was the family doctor, whom his dad had accused of stealing funds.
The family doctor, his name was Bo Doyoung, had been with the Parks for a long time. He had been the one who pulled out Jinyoung from his mom. He had been the one that gave Jinyoung pills for his migraine, along with a bunch of candies as well.
Fifteen year old Jinyoung had watched ten year old Taehyun shoot Bo Doyoung in the head, without any further questions against dad's order.
Yes, the first time Jinyoung spoke to Taehyun was as part of a fight. He had yanked Taehyun and slammed him to the wall, shouted at him and almost broke his jaw.
He had seen the fire in Taehyun's eyes that night.
A hunger for more.
A hunger for blood.
Somehow, strangely enough Taehyun had warmed up to him. They didn't usually talk and there were fights too. But not as much as the first one.
Still Jinyoung never forgave Taehyun for killing Bo Doyoung. That story never died in Jinyoung.
Once he had confronted the younger about it.
"Father would have killed me instead.", Taehyun had said.
Yes, dad would have killed him. Blood never mattered to Park Beom-seok.
Jinyoung had noticed Taehyun always addressed his dad as father.
"Dad has a very different meaning."
True.
First time Taehyun called him 'hyung' was during a business meeting. Which ended as a firing festival, once Beom-seok rejected the offer of some million won for a share in the business.
Jinyoung hadn't had a weapon, and Taehyun had called him "Hyung!!!", before he shot the person behind him. Jinyoung had heard the faint shouts of Taehyun calling him 'hyung' as his vision darkened. He had survived a bullet on his shoulder.
It felt nice.
Taehyun calling him hyung, felt nice.
When their father passed away, quickly, none of then cried.
But that night, Jinyoung did. Only to be held close by his little brother.
Jinyoung was suddenly pulled back to the present when he heard a knock on his door.
He yanked his nightgown that was discarded in the floor after the past ministrations, and saw his meal for the night, slowly waking up, mumbling.
Jinyoung forcefully grabbed the boy and lowered his voice, "Out."
The boy quickly pulled on his shirt and trousers, and ran out of the room, not even bothering to peek a glance at the man who was standing at the door. The man gave a skeptical look at the running boy, as he entered Jinyoung's room.
Jinyoung turned to see his baby brother.
As sleek as always.
Armani was Taehyun's brand. Jinyoung had never seen him in any other attire.
Luscious brown hair and a suit. Of course loaded with ammunition. That's how Jinyoung saw Taehyun almost every time.
Taehyun pulled something from his side pocket and threw at Jinyoung.
He caught it. A bag.
Jinyoung opened it reveal a bright stone, perfectly cut. It had a pink glow, something that made Jinyoung fall into a daze for a split second.
"The Damask. 19th century. I had the team collect it from Riyadh.", Taehyun spoke as he proceeded to pour himself a drink from Jinyoung's precious wine collection.
Jinyoung rotated the jewel between his fingers.
Beauty, it was.
Unparalleled.
"How much did you threw for this, Tae?", Jinyoung drew out the question, for which Taehyun gave a wry smile and drank a bit, before answering.
"Just Kai. And a couple of others." Taehyun shrugged.
Jinyoung laughed slightly.
"Let me guess. Kai had to do the entire job."
Taehyun nodded, laughing.
Jinyoung rolled the jewel once more and shoved it back into the bag.
He threw it back to Taehyun who caught without a single unnecessary movement.
"She is a beauty. I gotta admit.", said Jinyoung.
"That she is. But she will stay for a while. I may not introduce her into the market just yet."
Jinyoung guffawed, "You sent assassins, wait, 'The assasin' and a couple of useless goons to snatch this one, after, lemme guess, a bunch of kills, and you have the guts to introduce this into the market?! Tae, you are losing your cool."
"What? You don't want me to sell her?", asked Taehyun.
Jinyoung take a deep pause.
"Let her stay, Tae. She looks special. Even though there was blood spilled to procure her, it feels like destiny."
Taehyun gave a blank stare at his hyung and huffed out.
Hyung is drunk. Or delusional.
This is going to be a long night.
But yes, Taehyun would like the Damask to stay.
If it makes his hyung happy.
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Sort of a filler.
A little dive into the past and all.
Taegyu will meet soon.
Y'all stay healthy and stay safe.
P.s. Everytime I hear Yeonjun's part in Blue hour, I hear it as Beomgyu's nasal voice. I cannot unhear it. Welp.
P.p.s I am excited for Mago.
P.p.p.s What is this storyline?
P (x4).s I will be posting Ephemeral soon.
