Café 'All-In'

@Miyake Airi [ woopsie doodlie, lost inspiration to write for a bit. back at it! you can take me and minhyun off of hiatus btw :') ]

"No, not a girlfriend," Wonshik chuckled at the thought but explained no further. A significant other, when was the last time he ever thought of loving someone? His relationships were all very shallow these years. There were no feelings attached. He was fully into his job and that was it. Focused, bound and future related. He had no time to want to be with someone else. "Oh, the cake, I could definitely eat that a few times a week as well. Have you tried the cheesecake?" The longer they walked, the colder it got and Wonshik reached his hands into his pockets as far as he could with the little girl hanging on his arm. "Well..." That was a nice question, the male thought, but he was in need of a few seconds before replying to Airi, not sure what she'd do with the information he'd give her. Therefore, he decided to keep it simple, "you can't. Only special people can." As they talked, Wonshik's eyes glided across the empty park and dark narrow road before dropping his eyes down to the girl. "Are you cold?"

@Kim Wonshik [SH] [ poke ]

@Kim Wonshik [SH] "You do? Why? To meet your girlfriend?" Airi's questions didn't stop, reflecting the curiousity of a toddler first exposed to the wide world. Of course, she wasn't as stupid as she liked to give off. She was fishing. Airi smiled up at the badass man- Wonshik. His name didn't suit him. Airi clung on tightly to his arm, a light spring in her step as they walked along through the night. "Hmmm~" The girl cocked her head to the side and pouted her lips, acting cute out of habit as she pretended to think. "A few times a week! The cake here is nice~" She smiled at him once more and then proceeded to listen in wonder to what he said about giving her name. That was definitely interesting information to her. "Really? How? Can I also find people, if I just know their name?" Wonshik's warning had not scared her off in the slightest. She had no special secrets, such as a black belt in five different martial arts, or an uncle in the mafia, or a knife under her skirt. Nothing of the sort. What she did have, however, for a lack of better words, was balls.

@Miyake Airi It was the first in a very long time that he heard someone call him 'oppa', but as he looked down at her and her face looked all flustered, Wonshik really did not even mind. "Yes, I do. Quite often, to be telling the truth." When Airi talked about the staff, Wonshik thought back to who was working there. What happened outside and what revolved figuratively inside the café was all Wonshik's, but what happened inside the café itself was his father's doing. He didn't know those lads as well as he did his gang members. Most of the time he just passed right through the café to get to his office and sit there all day or night long. Those guys were probably a part of his father's gang though and there was a high possibility that when his father retired, they'd merge with RAVI. "How often do you go there?"

Once again, Airi proved her innocence by not knowing what could happen if she gave her full name to someone. "A lot of people will be able to find you then. Nice people as well as not so nice people," with the right amount of knowledge and skill, Wonshik thought as he followed the female towards the entrance of the park. He hadn't really thought if his words scared the girl or not, but she didn't seem like someone who'd jump a few meters from the tiniest rustling sound. Plus, she walked through a park in the mids of the night, which proved something as well. Wonshik shouldn't underestimate this little girl, she seemed clever - or maybe she had been lucky was too many times.

@Kim Wonshik Airi's lips curled up into a hidden, mischievous smile. She could feel him relax once she hooked arms with him, a skill that came from 'dating' strangers. The slightly scary, stern aura that made him seem so bad- softened and Airi, in response, let out a bright laugh. Her mind replayed the touch of his hand patting her head. He was definitely treating her as a kid, but she would forgive him for that! He got the dirty old man away, after all. She grinned up at him. "Nice to meet you too~!! Oh-~" Her eyes widened when he only told her his first name. For a split second, her mind was working on overdrive. How was she going to address him without being impolite? A flustered look flashed across her face. "Wonshik oppa also goes to the café~?" Oh well, who needed formalities anyway right? "I like it! The staff are handsome!" Her eyes sparkled at the thought. Quality coffee? Interior design? Airi wasn't at an age where she would focus on such things. She lived for eye candy and the admiration of her peers. Airi blinked in confusion when he said she shouldn't give her full name. "Eh? Why not? What could they do if they know my full name??" She didn't sound worried in the least, it was pure curiousity with a pinch of excitement. "Ah~ Oppa we need to go that way now!" She pointed West and pulled him towards the park entrance. The fastest way home was through the park.

@Kim Wonshik The younger shivered as he kept his head tilted, turning his face toward his second source of pleasure, shagging up another breath of sweet nicotine. Ten hummed on his smoke, shifting his body and turning his head and opening his eyes we the soft lips left his grasp, seeing as his small action of attention had made a submissive groan fall from the dominate, and he was clearly not used to that. Ten’s dark orbs watched him, letting his now empty fingers drop back to his side as his lips quirked, but he covered that up with covering his mouth with his cigarette hand, rewarding himself for something he did that the leader liked. But he was still waiting— never mind, it didn’t take long for the dominant to recover, pushing his papers aside for more room on the table surface to move about, and respond back to Ten’s mateing call from down below. Now the Thai male’s breathes got a bit heavier as he could clearly feel and confirm how large the other’s tent continued to grow against his tinglung genitles, but again, teasing and waiting were never Ten’s fortè. Therefore, he was board within the next moment as no pants were being removed to excite him further, and he hummed while taking another breathe of nix to keep him happy. But then ing finally the elder started to use his tongue professionally, which made Ten choke on his cigar breathe as his body tightened under the cool yet hot sensation of a wet muscle tasting his pec. With lightening grace, Ten removed the stick from his mouth with one hand, sighing with a light vocals to indicate how nice that live felt, Ten’s free hand immediately getting lost in the leader’s messy black locks. “Uhhhhhn~” Ten couldn’t help but groan as his lids dropped a bit while the grinding became more aggressive. He wanted more, gritting his teeth in impatience of the traditional geezer who didn’t understand the holy concept of “wet and fast”. So, having enough (or more so Not having enough-) Ten sat up, pulling on Ravi’s hair firmly, but not harshly, so he would follow Ten without smacking his y face into Ten’s ribs. Ten stood up, releasing his hold and taking the man’s hips in his hands, positioning him to sit down on the desk as Ten climbed on top of his lap, straddling him with no problems. “You’re gentle as a ,” The stripper rolled his hips over the other’s tent, sighing as it stimulated his , while also teased the backside that wanted to bloom. Ten began ing the white dress shirt from the leader. ”is your stamina really that poor old man? God I hate doing everything myself~” Ten was smirking victoriously, but also mockingly. The leader had no balls, at least not enough to handle Ten, so this was going to be absolutely tragic. Ten knew it as fact, which made him unhappy to say the least. Ten paused the shirt undoing to take a longer hit to compensate for his mood/loss, only after resuming to finish the shirt buttons while he monotonously grinded. Ten then kissed and led Ravi’s neck while using both hands to rub and pinch the gang leader’s nubs, attempting to stimulate more whimpers of pleasure from Ravi’s plump lips.

@Ten It felt great to feel a body underneath his touch again, but it felt even better to be touched. Wonshik enjoyed the light massage he was getting by the younger, his breathing becoming heavier as soon as those sinful fingers crossed path with the small but clothed buds on his torso. Usually, they weren't as sensitive, or so the tall male thought - or better yet: he hadn't tried it before. He only ever played with other people's busts. So what he didn't expect were those experienced fingers who suddenly gave one of his s exceptional attention, making the elder male unanticipatedly groan against Ten's skin. Wonshik lifted himself from his elbow to his hand, dark triangular necklace suddenly falling out of his dress shirt as he moved away from the foreign touch, not yet sure if he enjoyed the strange sensation. He put his cigarette between his lips so he was able to keep his weight up with both arms as he gazed down at the pale boy spread for a part on his pile of papers. His already narrow eyes started slimming down in contentment as he traveled them across Ten's well-shaped body before he, with one swift movement, jacked the sheets from underneath the other and shoved them to the side, not even caring about the few pages that slid off the mass and whirled to the ground. The dark-haired male breathed in and out through just slightly parted lips, inhaling the smoke just barely, but he needed both his hands for stabilization as his groin was greeted with another set of tightly clothed s. A second, more controlled, groan passed through his almost closed lips, the cigarette more of a hindrance now than a pleasure. With a quick turn on his head, Wonshik spit the barely half-smoked bud to the ground - which was luckily made of stone - and leaned his face down once more; breathing out the last bit of fume against Ten's bare chest as he found his way towards the other male's . He gave the muscled a wet sweep with his tongue from the end of his pectoral until the tip of the pink , flicking the hard bud once as he rolled his body onto the younger's, meeting with the other's grind in hope of hearing a sound from the younger this time. The cold iron from his necklace gliding across Ten's chest as well, edges softly digging into the younger's ribs with every movement the elder male made. While holding himself up with his abdominal muscles, Wonshik pulled the younger's dress shirt further open, sliding his hands down Ten's flawless sides with pleasurable strength, digging his fingers into soft skin. He rolled his body once more, pushing his growing bulge forming inside of his black ripped jeans against the younger's leather clothed one; not even the tiniest bit mindful of his length as he was quite gratified with what he was gifted.

[ outfit, just in case you're interested lol: http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Ravi-VIXX-vixx-38836157-500-750.jpg ]

@Miyake Airi Just as the young female raised her thumbs, Wonshik used his free hand to pat the top of her head. And he started wondering how an innocent girl like her could end up in a neighborhood like this without being tainted. Maybe she was new here, the male concluded. Or she was too clueless to see the reality. And somehow Wonshik suddenly felt like a certain kind of guardian; not wanting the girl to get corrupted by this district's humanity.

He glanced down at the female when she slid herself from his hold but was quickly met with a hooked arm. This was the action that broke through the gang leader’s barrier, his strong presence and stern eyes disappearing as they lit up. Unlike the street's condition, the male's expression was unexpectedly graceful; the corners of his lips cracking upwards just slightly to voice a chuckle. “You’re one of a kind,” his voice deep as he lifted his forearm, allowing Airi to rest her thin, feather-light arm on his as he guided her through the filthy street, waiting for her to give him any sort of direction. “Nice to meet you, Airi,” He said, keeping the tiny smile on his lips for a while longer before it unconsciously disappeared while he debated whether to give his real or gang name. She came from the café, so there was a high chance she had heard his nickname. Then again, he somehow didn't want her to know he was a gang leader; the position too high classed. Plus, he didn't like to brag. He'd rather be seen as a random pass-by hero right now. "I'm Wonshik." He said in the end, the height difference making the elder hang his leaned-upon arm low, "I go to the café every now and then. It's nice there. Do you like it too?" Acting as a customer himself, he studied the younger's features, awaiting her feedback as the co-owner of the place. It was so much more than one would expect though; a maze hiding behind neatly decorated walls.

"You should be careful who you tell your full name to, though. I'm honored to know, but not everyone will have the same intention as I do."

@Kim Wonshik Ten read the other analytically, spotting that y Adam’s apple move in nerves as he ducked his face away. It only boosted Ten’s egoistic flame, smirk strengthening in appearance as the leader cussed, the Thai boy taking his sweet time on his next warm drag of smoke. He could not be phased. They were both trying to win each other, but Ten sadly had more to lose if the battle fell from his favor. The giant firmly, but unharshly took Ten’s jaw, brushing against his ear steamy words, before the older pressed under his chin with a thumb, cupping his face while commanding it to lay back. The raven haired bottom boy followed as gestured, laying down on the flat desk, his pecks and packs flattening our further. It felt like a breeze was running across his milky skin, soon being able to identify it was Ravi’s free hand mapping Ten’s body. Ten tilted his head to the opposing side as to give the master more room for exploration, Ten closing his eyes to gain more reception of that moisture on his jaw and rolling down his pulse, his free hand rubbed the enemy’s neck and chest on top of the dress shirt, as his massaging the area a bit. But Ten found a and couldn’t help but rub it between his finger, wanting to see if the other could moan. Just for Ten. Ten sighed warm air as the attention on his neck and stomach felt good and stimulated his pee pee just a bit, and he did not wait to begin grinding his stash against the other’s, also trying to get a feel for size while he was warmed up.

@Kim Wonshik A sudden wave of shame hit her when the man said 'I payed for her, man!'. She couldn't deny it and there was nothing her brain could think of to counter that. He had paid for her, but did that allow him to do what he wants? No, of course not. Then again... Airi bit her lip, her already white skin paling further in shame. The mischievous excitement had vanished. The flush of her cheeks rely when the badass-guy stood up for her. Her lips quirked into a smile as the man yelped in surprise- an outcry she mistook for pain -and quickly stepped after the bad- guy like a little duckling following its mother. Her small hands curled into fists, a surge of adrenaline shooting through her veins at the brief show of dominance. Her spirits were lifted and she grinned up at him, in triumph. Her eyes sparkled in the evening light, radiating a type of innocence that only the ignorant could possess. Her cheeks flushed when he put his hand on her shoulder. "You're so cool!" Both hands flew up to show thumbs-up, and then she was already being pushed along. In one smooth motion, Airi slid out of his grip and hooked an arm in his, walking close to him as she peered up with eyes full of admiration. "What's your name? Do you usually go to the cafè? I'm Miyake! Miyake Airi!"

@Ten When the younger moved closer, Wonshik kept his ground, their eyes locked in a long, steady and intense stare even as Ten started ing his black dress shirt. The leader felt no shame nor fear and for a while longer, he was able to keep his cool, not even showing the slightest bit of curiosity in the muscled midriff section projecting itself in the lower half of his vision field. He listened to the other's words, keeping his face straight, not even blinking his eyes as the blown smoke whirled across his face and slid through his sloppy jet hair, still rejecting the reflex of looking at the exposed skin. He swallowed, however, Adam's apple bobbing down as the other started talking about him. This was what made it tough. Wonshik tried to defy his response, but it only took about a second to break the lengthy gaze by dropping his head down when a chuckle erupted from his throat. He took a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke escape his mouth as he mumbled under his breath, " you, Ten." When tilting his head back up, he reached out to wrap his long fingers around the back of the young male's neck, pressing the tips of his fingers into the soft skin behind Ten's ears as he pulled his face closer. Despite how easy it was to latch lips onto lips, Wonshik leaned further towards the Thai boy's ear. "I'll let you decide how great my company is," he said, hovering so close his lips skimmed across the other's cheekbone, "and I'll decide how great yours is." As he talked, his hand slowly circled around the younger male's neck and by the time he was finished, his thumb was pressing into the skin underneath Ten's chin. Wonshik used enough force to make the other listen to his actions, yet not as much as to hurt him. He lowered the young male's head down to the desk by adding pressure to the jawline; upper body following along smoothly before he accompanied the stripper by crawling on top of the workspace. He attached his lips onto Ten's jaw, hand easing out his previously used strength as he lowered his fingers down to the younger male's chest. After kissing the other's prominent jaw a few times, he grazed his teeth over his now humid skin, gently biting the bone before descending towards the soft skin of Ten's neck. As he leaned on knees and one elbow, holding his smoking cigarette in one hand, his second felt it's way around the remarkable abs, dipping his fingers between the lines. His touch was soft, almost as if wanting to tickle.

@Kim Wonshik Ten smirked as the chilled devil stood from his throne and leaned in close to the other, his hands threatening to touch the younger’s hips which Ten suddenly didn’t mind. The “stripper” opened his mouth as the older blew the smoke into his face, as it trying to eat the air, chuckling as he took another hit of the stick, his eyes never leaving the other’s. ‘Alright, I can play the game.’ Ten thought to himself, understanding how Ravi was flirting very smoothly. Well practiced. So maybe he ain’t less. “Mmm~” Ten waved his cigarette between two fingers, lazily drawing waves into the air with the butts smoke, pretending like he had to contemplate his answer, even though he didn’t. “Stripping has perks and pains. As an immigrant I don’t have many job options, so I was lucky to learn Korean’s liked a pretty face, foreign or local ,” Ten leaned closer to Ravi so their faces were mere inches from each other, ing his loose silk dress shirt, one by one, watching where Ravi’s eyes went to stayed as slowly every button became undone, revealing washboard abs as he leaned back again onto the desk with one arm, the other of course taking care of his drugs as the smirk never left his face. “Some men are real es though. Don’t pay enough, are too small and useless to bring me an , have to go with old geezers and on the occasion a teenager, God it’s ed up. Literally.” He chuckled at his ty humor, taking another hit. “You don’t seem to give a in attitude, or give decent s from your vibe, and though the drugs help I have little clue in telling how great or ty your company is.” Ten tilted his head as he blew smoke into the males face gently, using his abs to sit himself up and scoot forward to get even closer to the other, trying to intimidate him. “Your a gang leader. You don’t need to be playing with trash. You know full well your a pompous with power, and yet we’re still sitting here calmly as if is going to happen, but I’m kind of doubting your abilities.” Ten’s eyes narrowed and he paused his smoking, waiting for Ravi to make a move or stall. Ten was no lover type of queer who wanted other’s speeches. He was a overwhelm me, me till I can’t move type of boy who loved and and being dominated.

@Ten A light chuckle passed through Wonshik's lips as the other seemed so relieved by the offering of a cigarette, throwing the lighter onto his desk after having lit Ten's tobacco roll. He took a long drag from his own as he stood up, eyes lowered to the ground as if trying to formulate the correct words. Wonshik pulled the cigarette from his lips, holding it between two of his fingers as he leaned both his hands on either side of the younger's hips, bending through one of his knees so he was on the same height as Ten was. "I don't know," He answered, clearly hiding behind a lie, but feeling too amused to talk about it too seriously. The elder blew the deeply inhaled smoke right into the stripper's face, an entertained smile still on his lips as he stared right into the younger's eyes, "do you like strippers?" Wonshik had once again trapped Ten in a position between him and an object, but this time he held more space to breathe, "or, better, do you like being a stripper? You seem kind of tense."

@Kim Wonshik Ten was expecting the worst. There was no bed in the office room, but they could use the carpeted floor or the desk, Hell even the chair Ravi was sitting in. Watching the older take something out of his pocket, Ten felt a drop in his blood pressure, before it spiked in shock and wonder. Cigarettes. Sweet Jesus, the Lord was answering sinful prayers. Ten’s hand trembled in joy and he did not hesitate; as soon as the box was tilted his way, he snatched a stick. “My God, you have no
idea.” He let out relieved laughter, which was not common, and he felt almost weird, like he was revealing a secret to the stranger. He cleared his throat to chill his drug - addict nerves and held out his cigarette end to Ravi to light, taking a step closer to be directly in front of him, before sitting on top of the desk (next to the pile of papers) taking in a deep inhale, closing his eyes as he held and then released. “Much better...” he muttered, feeling a lot calmer as he looked toward the leader, tilting his head in wonder of what was next. “Why do you hate strippers?” Ten popped the question, taking another hit and blowing smoke toward the leader.

@Ten When Wonshik heard the other approach him, he reached for one of the drawers of his desk, taking out a pack of cigarettes. "Well, since we have all night..." The taller male trailed off, not returning the eye contact as he jolted one of the sticks a few centimeters out of the package. He held it in front of his mouth and wrapped his lips around the before holding the batch out towards the younger, offering him one while patting his jacket to find his lighter. "You smoke?" Wonshik then asked, putting the tobacco pack down on his desk just merely a few seconds later, not interested in waiting. He crossed his legs over each other as he lit the tip of his cigarette.

@Kim Wonshik “I’m being paid to be here, dip.” Ten retorted flatly as the male attempted to counter the argument. He felt the other’s gentle finger pad smooth over his eyelid, not understanding why and how the leader was so gentle and calm, without seeming over bearing or like he was reigning over Ten’s pride (even though it was clear he knew he was the boss). It wasn’t walking all over Ten, and that was thankfully evident as Ravi let himself be pushed back, leaving the space and walking over to his desk.

Ten let out a sigh, not liking the odds or options. He needed the files. This was the door. He didn’t understand what Ravi suddenly liked in him, and he ran a hand through his jet black hair, walking over around the desk to face the other. “...what do you want me to do?” Even the words felt degrading, and he had to grit his teeth to say it, looking down at the gang leader in the eyes while he was sat comfortably his throne chair. ‘Enjoy it Ten, try to enjoy it’ he thought to himself.

@Ten "Well, less than 60 seconds ago you were dying to get into my pants, though." Wonshik threw back, his facial expression suddenly appearing harmless as he ran his thumb flat over Ten's eyelid once, almost as if not believing he wasn't wearing make-up; his eyelashes bending under the soft pressure. He let go of the younger, however, when he noticed the other wanted to create some distance between them; letting himself get pushed away with a smile that shattered his sharp facade. Without much restraint nor resentment, Wonshik turned around willingly and walked his way back to his chair, leaving Ten to stand against the wall all by himself.

"Well, whatever," He said, circling his body around on the heels of one of his feet before plopping himself into the office chair with a sigh, a tiny smile still present. "You're here now and I like your style," Wonshik admitted boldly, leaning his elbows on the armrests as he stared expectantly at the younger male a few meters away, "but don't forget you're being paid to be here." He brushed his index finger over his bottom lip, tilting his head a bit to the side, "so what're you gonna do?"

@Kim Wonshik Ten’s face screwed up in puzzlement, lost as the leader suddenly was calm, confident, and... looking at his sack?! But there was no time to process as Ravi closed the gap Ten had tried to make, no telling him he couldn’t leave. “What the-“ was happening!? Ten’s mouth got covered before finishing his sentence, as he was pushed against the wall, Ravi’s tall leg forcing apart Ten’s own, making Ten’s throat hitch in arousment. Ten’s cheeks burned pink in anger and heat as he looked away from the taller. He was going to murder Kris for this weekend. ‘The mission is the files’ But Ten had to pretend to be a character he was not. The other had paid for him, if he left he was in huge trouble, with them and with Kris.

Ten couldn’t retort to the elder’s statements, as to not blow his cover, but the irritation was just boiling inside Ten’s stomach. He hated teasing, he hadn’t gotten a joint in over an hour, he was losing all hope and patience. “Less than 60 seconds ago you told me to off, and now—God your a terrible hypocrite.” He let his anger spill out his mouth, knowing he couldn’t push or punch the other leader to the ground without detrimental consequences. Ten felt the other’s soft hand in his hair, Ravi hovering too close for comfort, making Ten clench his fists tightly as his sides as to not move. “Hell no. Just because I’m a doesn’t mean I’m the next James Charles.” His words were acid rain , and he , as gently as he could muster, pushed on Ravi’s chest to create distance, trying to steady his breathing and not pull stupid stunts, but he couldn’t think with the other in his face!!

@Ten Ignoring the first sentence, Wonshik smirked at the other’s next words. “Oh yes, I don’t have nor take s,” he confirmed, tilting his upper body just slightly so he’d give a more intimidating look as he was almost hovering over the smaller boy. But to his dismay he took a step backward, blocking himself between the gang leader and the wall, “but I do have some nerves left in my body, though.” He said, putting his second hand in his waist as he shifted his weight onto one of his feet. He shamelessly took a glance at the other’s tightly clothed crotch area to indicate what he meant before taking the same step closer that the other had taken backward, filling in the space the other had left open a few seconds ago. “I changed my mind, you’re not leaving.” Ten’s beautiful face didn’t match his words, but that was what peaked Wonshik’s attention so much. The change in behavior interested him and he wanted to hear some more.

Before he could see any form of a smirk, grin or smile, Wonshik covered the younger’s mouth with the palm of his hand and pushed him backward until his back crashed into the wall, taking only one step. He lingered his face close to the other’s and pushed one of his legs between Ten's, forcefully spreading his legs on each side of his own. “I ask whatever I want and you better answer those ty questions or you won’t be getting any tips.” And with that, he let go of Ten’s lips to some of his hair out of his face, looking down to study the younger’s features from a closer distance. “Did you use makeup?”

@Kim Wonshik When Ten got to the knob and twisted it to open the door, the tall dark haired leader pressed his large, veined hand against the door, forcing the office door closed again. Ten heard the other’s words and looked right up at him. Wow, he was a lot taller than Ten expected, the shorter literally having to tilt his neck back in order to make eye contact. Their bodies were very close to one another, breathing the same air. But that’s not what concerned Ten. The only thought running through his mind with the leader’s sudden change in attitude was that Ten had been found out.

‘’ he thought to himself, keeping his hand on the door knob but taking a small step back to create a little room. He let out a scoff, tilting his head as he looked up to the other. “You wanted me to go. Move your hand off the ing door.” He shook his midnight hair in dismay, rubbing his free hand through it. “less- having no s.” He wanted to laugh with how incompetent and unclear Ravi was with his messages. Ten was annoyed he had to spell it out, and even more annoyed he didn’t have a hit to chill him out and take him home. “You have no nerves left in your body, making you less as you are less because of your cowardice.” Ten rolled his eyes and held up his one hand. “There. satisfied? Now open the ing door so I can leave you before you ask any more ty questions.”

@Ten The 'trust issues' part had Wonshik raise his eyebrow, but it was quickly forgotten as Ten's image and personality changed one-hundred eighty degrees, making both his eyebrows raise this time. As he flopped down in his chair, Wonshik could feel a small grin twitching at the corner of his lips, the other seeming not to care about his opinion at all. Did he even know he was the leader of a gang? It didn't seem like it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken a seat on that throne. Or did he just not care at all?

The taller male kept silent, watching as the paid male muttered none-sense to himself before deciding it was best to take his leave. The dark-haired male took a step to the side and leaned a hand against the door before Ten had a chance to open it, the two males standing face to face now. Wonshik took notice in how much smaller the other was, his slender frame making him look taller individually than he actually was. So with Ten right in front of him now, the gang leader had to look down to make eye contact. "Tell me, Ten," despite his previous words, Wonshik felt a sudden interest in his boy and he wasn't planning on just letting him go now, "could you explain to me what you think less means?" The leader's weariness was shot down the drain the second the smaller male's personality took a drastic change. He kept his hand on the door, right next to the doorknob and also right next to Ten's hand. He waited for the boy to look him in the eyes.

@Kim Wonshik And Ten could see even with the talking, this was not helping. The other was smart, and exstreamly guarded. The other ual active friend clearly was thinking the bosses “relaxation” would be the same as what he liked. Ten hated this outfit, hated this act, and now felt like an idiot. His face dropped, and so did the innocent act, as he knew nothing was gonna stop this stupid leader’s paranoia, and Ten didn’t blame him. But holy , was Kris going to get it for making Ten embarrass himself. “Ten,” he said flatly, sighing in annoyance and moving back to the bosses chair, not caring much anymore and sat directly in the chair, letting his whole body slouch and recline back into it. “Jesus dude, why did you friend even ing hire me when you clearly have too many trust issues?” he said in dismay, already figuring the answer as he put his hands over his eyes in frustration. “No wonder you don’t can’t sleep at night, you’re less.” Ten felt around his pockets automatically for a joint, and groaned when he remembered he had nothing because he didn’t want to freak the gang leader out. “ing Fantastic” he muttered angerly, slamming his hands on the arms of the chair and rolling his body up into a standing position. “Welp, can’t help you, so imma go.” He put his hands in his pockets and made his way to the door ‘maybe I can find files in another room...’

@Ten "This is not about not liking guys," Wonshik was still guarded, his eyes scanning the other's body even though he held his hands up to prove his innocence. The elder kept his ground though as the other approached, but instead of welcoming the other to touch him again, Wonshik crossed his arms to close any opening and create this sort of distance. He waited a bit, keeping eye contact with the other as he did. "What's your name?" he then asked, legs slightly spread to keep his stance strong and rugged, despite his frame. The younger male was quite the sight; clothes dark to match his hair and eyes. Wonshik certainly couldn't say his friend had no taste in men. But he didn't like that attitude. He didn't like strippers - or whatever he was - in general; too willing to just do anyone for a bit of money. The gang leader didn't like that mindset.

@Kim Wonshik Ten was a bit surprised with how unhesitatingly the leader jumped from Ten’s touch, not liking the well practiced tactics to soothe the other into bed. He blinked, standing back, trying to read the body language of the leader. He was nervous and paranoid like Kris. But Ten hadn’t seduced Kris yet, so he had no experience in how to get him calm. How was a complete stranger who wasn’t talking supposed the senior he was trustworthy? “Do you not like guys?” Ten put his hands on the top of the other’s chair, scrunching his eyebrows and tilting his head. Ten sighed and ran his hand through his bangs. “I’m stuck here for the next few hours, but we don’t have to slug it out.” Ten moved toward the other, calmly and paciently, holding up out his hands for the other to see his innocence.

@Ten The knock on the door caught Wonshik off guard and he was glad there was no one to witness him startling back into a normal sitting position so he looked presentable for - probably - one of his gang members. And as soon as the voice spoke up, Wonshik immediately knew who it was. He rolled his legs underneath the desk, crossing them, and leaned his elbow onto the wood. With a simple hum, he allowed his friend to enter his office, but what he didn't expect was the second presence tagging along. The confusion knitted the sitting male's brows together, his facial expression suddenly turning fierce instead of drained. He straightened his posture, not liking the unfamiliar company. The gang leader kept his eyes glued to the young male as he scrambled his papers together into one small pile in the middle of his desk, not wanting anyone to have any business with his paperwork, even though it didn't have a lot of important details. "Take a break?" Wonshik was a little bewildered, his eyes still cautiously stuck on the gorgeous male who hadn't even said a word yet. He wanted to turn in his chair, not liking the silent and sneaky behavior and wanting to keep his eyes on the intruder at all times possible, but as soon as he felt stern yet slender hands on his shoulders, he knew exactly what kind of break his gang member had meant. The kissing in his neck had him flinch away and with disturbance written all over his face, he stared at his friend as he saluted them, closing the door behind himself. As soon as they were alone, Wonshik pushed himself out of his chair, out of the younger's hold, to stand up and also to avoid any additional interaction the other had in store. "Woah wow, hold up," He said, his voice deep and serious. He was still as dumbfounded as he was when they first entered the room; when he didn't know what they were here for yet, and Wonshik had a hard time understanding why his friend was doing something like this. Had he been looking that stressed? "I'm not down for this, just go home dude." Wonshik didn't even want to explain; he was burned out and simply exhausted. He certainly had no energy to deal with this situation right now, he just wanted to finish his paperwork and go home.

@Kim Wonshik This might be the stupidest thing ever, which is why Ten had to ride cloud 9 a bit before the assigned driver picked him up from an club scene. It was a great mission, get in, get information, files, have some and leave in a proud mood and manly needs met. Kris figured all the stars he hired were incompetent and could not be trusted (a rich, rightfully paranoid man) so he sent a man who gained his trust and had a decent reputation for the fun nights (or so Ten had made the comment before on a casual meeting, not thinking much of it) and now he was in a thin black button up dress shirt and tight leather jeans that pulled off to reveal quite the thong. Ten’s body was sculpted very well, boxing and cardio done earlier today, so his eye candy was more than prepared.

The unsuspecting “friend” of Mr. Ravi came up in a black car, saying hello and opening the front seat for the “prom star” to enter. Ten smiled seductively, and even in the night light he could feel the othet’s eyes roaming his body. The drive was not long, and ended at a cafe (which was weird but hey, smart in the unsuspecting). He was taken into the back, down a set of stairs, and into a series of hallways before reaching a door, which the tall friend knocked on before entering.

“Ravi~” he said, waking in first and waving Ten to follow, “i’d like you to meet a friend of mine who’s here to help you take a break,” The pair walked into the large room over to Ravi’s desk. Ten smiled and came around behind Ravi’s desk, not looking at the paper’s but only at the man to not give away the interest of the gang bosses work. Ten put his slim hands on “Ravi’s” shoulders and began kissing down his neck, tasting the salt of his skin slowly and gently, as his hand’s moved over Ravi’s chest. “Have fun, you have him for the night,” the friend gave a solute, watching Ten though while he did so, before he turned and left to leave them be.

@Ten Wonshik ran a finger up and down the bridge of his nose, paperwork annoying the hell out of him. The ability to concentrate way below average as he'd been living off of a solid 4 hours of sleep these days. Despite his father owning the very café he was sitting in right now, Wonshik was the one to do the paperwork and keep everything organized and in check. He wasn't doing this only because he was his son, but also because he had located the heart of his gang right in this place. The café might look warm, small and cozy when you'd enter, but there was a maze of halls and rooms behind, under and above the pubic area. And, as mentioned, the dark-haired male was sitting in one of those hidden rooms called his office. It was the closest chamber to the shop; easy to find, easy to enter and easy to leave. Plus, if people were to search for him, they wouldn't have to pass through the maze of halls. Did he also mention it was one of the bigger rooms? There was a lot of space left unused. It was easy to build a whole bedroom here, but Wonshik wasn't sure what to do with the remaining empty area.

The tall male leaned back into his office chair and closed his eyes for a few seconds, facing the ceiling as his legs stretched and spread out wide in front of him. His vision was turning wary and he needed a little break from all the letters and numbers. Little did he know that one of his friends knew exactly how he was feeling and had hired a big surprise for him. Something he thought he needed; to release all the stress that was building up inside the slender man's body.

@Miyake Airi The man was angry; it was written all over his face. And as he talked, his voice was unusually high and loud. "I payed for her, man!" he said in his defense, fist raising but staying there: hanging mid-air between the two figures. Wonshik not even moving a muscle, knowing the man was all mouth and no trousers. His position was weak; the taller male didn't even need a lot of strength to get him to topple over, and the rim of his hairline was sweaty; he was nervous. He stared into Wonshik's eyes, probably debating whether it was worth it to start a fight or not. And Wonshik waited calmly, staring right back, knowing nothing was going to happen anyway. The tiny female behind him had other expectations though. So, just for the show, Wonshik wrapped his fingers around the elder man's raised hand and in a quick motion he twisted the arm around and yanked him towards the street, knowing he wasn't doing much damage. "Then you should've known better. Get out of here." His voice was stern and demanding, something a gang leader was required to have. Though he was quite sure the man had no idea who he was or he would've fled a lot sooner. Now he was a little hesitant to leave, glancing at the small female once more in hope she changed her mind. But as Wonshik raised an eyebrow the man mumbling a small curse word and turned around to leave the two alone. The dark haired male stared after the ed man for a while longer before turning on his heels to glance down at the young girl. Her wide innocent eyes were captivating and he was sure this wasn't the first time she had been out this late. Yet he wanted to be a gentleman and put a hand on her shoulder, his fingers almost longer than her shoulderblade. She felt even smaller as he held her than as he looked at her. "I'll bring you home." He stated, not accepting any form of protest as he gently pushed the female into a slow walking pace.

@Lee Jongsuk Jieqiong honestly wasn't sure if this information that she had gotten was reliable or not. She had moved to this country not long ago, but despite her somewhat desperate attempts at trying to stay low and not bring unwanted attention for herself, trouble seemed to follow where ever she goes. She had already managed to find her way into the underworld of Seoul, and she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or that, she probably would be in more trouble now. Glancing down at the one blurry candid picture of this man named Lee Jongsuk, she briefly wondered again if it was worth all this trouble of tracking him down. Jieqiong, in need of a new identity now that she was trying to blend in as a normal Seoul citizen, had reached out to some of the people she newly met in the underworld for help in gaining a new identity. More like, she had needed the paperwork and ID to show that she was a normal citizen, if she got into trouble or had a run-in with the cops one day. Being in her line of work, being extra careful was an understatement. After some time of asking around and owing a favor or two, she managed to get a picture, a name and the address of the cafe that the man seemed to frequently visit. The name had sounded familiar, but the picture served no real purpose as she could barely recognized the blurry face in it. Glancing around as she got closer to her destination, Jieqiong habitually took a quick swept around the place with her eyes and came to a stop when she saw the lone man with sunglasses sitting alone, seemingly enjoying his cup of coffee. She did a double take, a gut feeling telling her that this was the man that she was looking for. Guess there was only a way to find out. With that thought in mind, she went closer while smoothly inviting herself to the empty seat in front of the man. "Not here for any trouble. I'm strictly here on business. I need your help." Keeping her eyes trained on him, she spoke in a low voice before looking away as if to glance around the place casually, but mostly she was looking for the nearest exit route if trouble was to arise suddenly.

@Kim Wonshik Their eyes met and for a second Airi had the scary thought 'What if he just ignores me?'. Her eyes widened at the painful thought. Luckily, after unfreezing from whatever day-dream the guy had been stuck in, his tall figure marched towards them. Airi's heart skipped a beat- he looked like a badass prince. For a moment she forgot that she was in an unpleasant situation. It was right then that Airi decided she was going to marry a guy who wears turtlenecks. Regardless, the handsome young man grabbed the old fart and pulled his hand from her lips. Airi spat on the old man's shoe and started to furiously rub at where his yucky, sweaty hand had been. She subconsciously took a step behind the young man, hiding half of her figure behind his tall frame. 'What do you think you're doing', she replayed his words in her head, secretly fangirling because he was so cool. Even his voice was cool. The handsome man turned and looked down on her. Airi suddenly felt small and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, although it was hard to see in the dark. Her lips quirked up into an awkward smile. "Ah-!" She wanted to say something when the old man reached for the young man's wrist but sealed her lips a moment later, embarrassed. The young man could deal with it just fine himself. Eyes wide and innocent, she gave him a nod of confirmation, her fingers fiddling with her clothes. And then, she started walking behind him always just a meter away because she was so curious about what he was going to do. Airi still didn't realise the danger she had been in, nor how serious this situation was. To her, it was just like watching an action movie. "Are you going to beat him up?", she asked excitedly, not even bother to be sneaky about totally not 'waiting' where she had been.