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Nami would be fun. 

Jongwoo-no Junyeong-thought to himself as he looked through her phone. He noticed the superficial nature of most of her relationships, only a couple text chains and photo albums showing any meaningful connection. He smirked, the cloning process was almost finished. Now all he had to do was wait.

Breaking Lee Nami would be easy.

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The call came in early, too early for how drunk the girl was the previous night. Junyeong wasn’t surprised by the frantic response, it was almost a pattern. All these women, too caught up in the world of their devices to go more than a few hours without. Luring them in was easy. She arrived at the shop quickly and left even quicker. Jongwoo huffed irritatedly as Nami left, phone already glued to her ear as she walked away, talking a mile a minute. He hated people like that, no appreciation for anything but the latest brick of metal.

Junyeong may be good with his spyware, but it simply served him as a tool. The most convenient and ironic way to fulfill his desires. 

He spoke softly to himself as he packed away his things, making sure to grab anything remotely suspicious, before walking outside. As he walked to the bus he couldn’t help but feel eyes on him. Turning subtly to check his surroundings he almost missed it.

Until out of the corner of his vision he caught a tall figure dressed in black, head jerking to the side he made eye contact with the man across the street. Locked in place by an intense gaze he hadn’t met in years. He was startled by a car driving by, blinking as he refocused his vision, only to find the man gone.

Jongwoo’s heart stuttered in his chest. He was dead, and there was no way He could be alive. Jongwoo remembered thrusting the scalpel into His neck over and over and over again. It simply could Not. Be. Him.

Junyeong reasoned with himself, he didn’t eat this morning, too wired over his soon-to-be next kill. That was it, his sugar was low. Great, now he had a reason to go to Nami’s family cafe and hoped he could wheedle his way into her thoughts for now.

He stood waiting for the bus, heart still racing, but distracted enough to ignore his lingering feeling of being watched.

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Junyeong checked his phone as it pinged, satisfied to see the monthly allowance hit his bank account. Manipulating this old woman was too easy, and he had convinced her to keep his ‘father’ in the dark. That detective was too deep in his own grief to notice the money draining.

Junyeong steeled his face as he began to walk inside the coffee shop. Approaching the counter he caught his target’s eye, immediately shifting his gaze downwards and playing shy. 

“You wouldn’t happen to have any plum-ade?” He watched the confusion flit across her face, quickly schooled behind a practiced customer service smile.

“No sir, I’m sorry but we only serve on menu items.” She gestured to the board behind her, “I’ll give you a moment to decide.” She turned to walk away, but Junyeong spoke again before she had the opportunity to escape.

“Are you sure? I swear I had some around this time last summer, the ahjussi who works here gave me some.”

Nami gave him an odd look, but shrugged, “I guess I can give you our sample of this season’s fruit. If my father has done it before I’m sure it’s fine. Just don’t tell anyone else.” She gave him a wink, that surely would have done numbers to his heart if he wasn’t already full of paranoia, that hallucination of Moonjo had given him a scare, but he had to be careful now, he had to play his part. 

Ducking his head he nodded in thanks, taking the offered glass and forcing their hands to brush as he did so. Turning quickly he sat at a nearby table, catching the odd look on Nami’s face after the contact. 

Jongwoo pulled his laptop out, ready to settle into another few hours of writing, interspersed with actual personal observation of his current target.

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Jongwoo kept seeing Him. Every time he was out doing research, he felt eyes on his back. Every turn found him catching sight of a figure dressed in black, just standing and watching him. He would have truly lost it if not for the task already at hand. He had to focus on Nami.

It had taken a couple of days of maneuvering, and building trust (those baseball tickets were a score), Junyeong had finally gotten the call about fixing her phone and was ready to convince Nami that her best friend was the one behind the hack. In the meantime, Jongwoo had taken the opportunity to start severing ties. His work was easy, the secret raise and false insults to her boss cut her off from them in no time. 

In the chaos of losing her job, stupid little Nami didn’t notice her father had stopped calling her. Or the way his texts turned dry, the normal worried hovering becoming basic questions of wellbeing. Jongwoo was having fun with him. Tied up and forced to watch as Junyeong manipulated his daughter towards her end.

“You know it took me three days to learn all I needed to know?” His hand raised, the movement hiked his sleeve up, and Jongwoo’s breath hitched as he laid eyes on the jewelry wrapped around his wrist.

That first day when he hallucinated Him, had forced Jongwoo to open his literal Pandora’s box of trophies, buried deep, deep down had been His parting gift. Jongwoo had stopped wearing it after the hallucinations went away the first time. But now that he was seeing Him again he needed the reality check.

“Three days,” he breathed out, before giving a swift kick to the old man’s head, knocking him unconscious yet again as he needed to depart to enact the next stage of his plan.

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Jongwoo approached the cafe, laptop bag in hand as he pushed the door open to find Nami and her friend sitting at a table. He had been itching to move forward ever since he realized his dumping ground had been discovered. Yes, he would have to find somewhere new, but he relished imagining the detective’s face as he realized his son’s tree was where all the other bodies lay.

“Hi Nami-ssi. It’s good to see you again.” He smiled at her, reaching a hand out to her friend, “I don’t believe we’ve met…” 

“Eunjoo. Nice to meet you, but skip the niceties.” Jongwoo forced himself to bite back the scathing reply, he had to keep his cover for now.

“Right, right. You said there’s something wrong with your phone?”

Nami nodded, Jongwoo appreciated the dark circles around her eyes. The stress he was causing her taking a physical toll was gratifying. “Somebody sent messages from my account, and it wasn’t me. I would never say those things.” Her voice trembled, “Can you just see if I was hacked or something?”

Jongwoo nodded, pulling his computer out, and gesturing for Nami to give him her phone. He sat across from the two women in silence as he pretended to go through her device. Not that he didn’t already have everything important jotted down on his yellow pad.

Humming as he began to speak, “Did you notice your battery draining faster than usual?”

She gasped and nodded, “Yes it drained very fast.” 

“It’s most likely spyware has been downloaded onto your phone”

“What exactly is that?

Jongwoo hummed, faking contemplation, “How can I explain this so you’ll understand.” He lifted the phone off the table. “The camera is like eyes, and the mic like ears,” turning the screen on and over with the camera open, “see this? This is exactly what the hacker can see. They can track your location, listen to your phone calls, and read your texts. You can easily get this spyware for a few dollars off a foreign website.” Which is exactly what Jongwoo had done, not that they needed to know that. “It’s a huge problem.”

Nami looked violated as she stuttered out, “But I haven’t installed anything recently. How would it end up on my phone?”

“I’m not sure.”

Eunjoo spoke up, “Can you find who installed it? Trace it?”

“Aish, I don’t think it will be that easy.” Jongwoo faked the concession, entertained by the fear taking over the girls’ faces.

“Why not? The spyware is proof, isn’t it? Why can’t we take it to the police?”

“Even if the program is on your phone, the images were still sent from this device. You have to prove you didn’t do it.”

“So what can we do? Nothing?”

“No.” Jongwoo lied through his teeth yet again, “I’ll work on some things back at the office. For now, I’ve reset your phone, don’t download or click on any unknown links.”

He shut his laptop, denying their offer of payment, and stood. Asking Nami to come outside and give him directions. Jongwoo could tell this action confused her friend, but he was followed out of the doorway regardless.

“You don’t have a roommate do you?” His question caught her off guard, and she blinked in shock before responding.

“No, why?”

“If you haven’t installed anything, the only other possibility is that someone had direct access to your phone, and downloaded the program manually. But it can’t be accessed remotely.”

“I don’t understand.” Jongwoo had her, hook, line…

“Someone last night went in your phone, posted those images, sent those texts, turned off your alarms. But you said you lived alone, so if I had to guess, someone snuck into your place and did all that.” Of course, Jongwoo had already been inside her place and planted his bug on every device he could get his hands on. For insurance.

“Are you sure it can’t be remotely controlled?”

“Yes, I’m positive.” Sinker.

With that last statement, Jongwoo had taken his leave. Manipulating her was fun, she was already down, but digging her grave a little deeper never hurt. 

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Jongwoo stared in the mirror, hating the look he had given himself to hide as Junyeong. Scrutinizing his too-long hair, combined with those stupid fake glasses that still managed to give him migraines he sighed. 

“Time for Junyeong to prepare his final show.” Jongwoo was tired of this role. He would use Nami to clean house, he had listened as she encountered the detectives in his shop. Mentally adjusting his plan, he waited for her attempted trap. That old phone he found came in handy.

The message finally came in, Nami had asked him over to her apartment, where he knew the police would try and arrest him. Time to get ready.

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Jongwoo took the scissors he had found and raised them to his hair. Cutting off chunk after chunk of dark strands. He let himself go wild, hair short, and the feeling of cool air over his scalp was reminiscent of how it had been after his military service. Looking in the mirror he was struck by how much younger he looked, mind flashing back to those short weeks at Eden, where the summer heat had forced him into a similar close-cropped look. 

His reflection smiled at him, and unlike before when he would jolt and turn away from the unsettling grin. He found himself mimicking the image, ripping his glasses off, and listening to the clacking of his bracelet he felt new again. Fresh off of his first murder spree, and ready to act once more.

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Jongwoo contemplated his actions as he drove back to the house, those cops had clocked him too early for him to kill Nami then, he was lucky he had picked a kid he vaguely resembled, messing with the detective was entertaining at least. The look on his face at Jongwoo’s denial of being Junyeong was hilarious, but now all Jongwoo felt was like a shaken soda can, pressure building inside of him, waiting to explode.

He slammed his palms against the steering wheel, overwhelmed by the urge to slaughter them all. Jongwoo felt eyes on himself again, his paranoia had grown to monstrous levels over the last week, he hadn’t felt like this since Eden.

Shaking himself out of that train of thought, he drove into the driveway, missing the shadowed figure standing near the end of the street. 

Walking inside he noticed the old man was still out cold. Grinning wide as an idea came to him, he began to drag the limp body into the bathroom, shoving him into the tub. 

“Oh, Nami. You’ll really hate this part of my plan.” He chuckled to himself, the change in M.O. would be interesting. He had never played with a girl at the end like this.

But forcing her to kill her own father would be a whole new type of fun.

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Jongwoo waited patiently for Nami to arrive, hiding in the old man’s bedroom, he listened through an earbud as she spoke to the detectives, and watched the message she typed on the screen. Unaware that even her notes app wasn’t safe from his program.

Don't text, only call.

She left the car, unsuspecting of his presence inside, and entered the door-code. Jongwoo listened intently as she did so, hearing her call out for her father, who was finally awake but tied up in the bathroom, waiting for his role in the game.

In his adrenaline-filled pre-kill state, Jongwoo didn’t notice that he never heard the door close. Focused on the way Nami’s shouting stopped, and the vibrations her father’s phone made, Nami’s image flashed across the screen.

Jongwoo let it ring, the noise in the otherwise quiet house would draw her to him. Moving with silent footsteps Jongwoo positioned himself behind the bedroom door, waiting to get the jump on Nami.

He moved quickly as she opened the door. Striking her in the side, before grabbing her arms, and pushing her up against the wall. Head banging roughly against the hard surface, dazing the girl as he taped her hands securely together.

“Wha-” She slurred, unable to finish her thought as she registered who was standing in front of her.

Jongwoo watched satisfied as her eyes filled with fear, wide and brimmed with tears. Taking her by the throat Jongwoo slammed her head against the wall once more, before dragging her into the bathroom where her father lay in the tub. Water filled up to his chin.

Nami was coherent enough to scream at the sight, “Appa!” her shrill voice grated at Jongwoo’s ears. 

“Shut up!” He forced her to her knees, moving to sit at the edge of the tub. Nami moved to stand but paused as Jongwoo’s hand turned the water knob.

“You don’t listen to me, and your dear dad ends up completely under the water. Understood?”

Nami went limp on the floor, tears streaming as the water rose to just under the old man’s nose. Jongwoo stopped it before it would truly start to kill him.

He let the relief enter her eyes, kneeling down to tape her legs together, grabbing her phone, patting through her pockets, and pulling out a small switch-knife.

He laughed, “Aww that’s cute, you think that you could stop me with this?” He chuckled, turning Nami to face the tub fully, watching intently for her reaction as his hand reached to turn the water on again. Resting his hand on top of it, he sent a text to the detectives with the other.

All good.

Hopefully, that would lure them back quickly enough, Jongwoo was tired. He yawned as he turned the tub knob fully open, water streaming down over the old man.

Nami started begging, “Please! I’ll do anything! Don’t hurt him! Please!”

Moving to sit next to her Jongwoo spoke, “Anything?”

“Really! Please! Don’t kill my dad!”

Humming in fake contemplation Jongwoo pursed his lips.

“Then you kill him.” He smiled as he said that, lips curving in a sinister grin as he smacked another piece of tape over Nami’s mouth, before lifting her and tossing her in the tub on top of her father. 

He stood over the tub, watching as Nami’s father drowned, and waiting for her to feel his struggle stop, before reaching a hand down to push Nami under the water at last. But he was interrupted by quiet footsteps on the wet floor.

“I would’ve thought you’d be more hands-on, Jagiya.” Jongwoo froze at the familiar smooth baritone. His hallucinations never spoke. Unable to move, or even turn to look towards the noise, he sat still as the footsteps drew closer. 

An unbelievably warm hand drew itself around Jongwoo’s neck. The sensation too heavy, too real, too much, even as the appendage tightened. Pulling his head around, and forcing Jongwoo to make eye contact with the man he had been seeing in his head for weeks. 

“I killed you.” The words were whispered, a heady mix of awe and fear flooding through Jongwoo’s body as he looked up at his maker.

Moonjo hummed lightly, “So you thought Jagi,” That damn pet name still had Jongwoo panting, unsure if it was in anger or something else. “I was so proud of you that day, you were like a fallen angel, your grace escaping as you forced the blood out of my body.” Moonjo leaned closer, almost nose to nose with the shorter man. “Unfortunately, you never pinned me down that day, it was all in your head. Your metamorphosis was complete, and I had to let my pretty butterfly go. Let your wings solidify until the day I could come back and be the wind underneath you.” 

Jongwoo reached a trembling hand up, grasping at Moonjo’s wrist, fingers resting over the smooth skin, feeling for a pulse he was half afraid wouldn’t be there. All he could see, feel, hear, and smell, was Moonjo. Every single one of his senses was inundated by the other man.

“You got away from me before I could get you out of that hospital, all I had time to do was bring you this,” Moonjo pulled his hand off Jongwoo’s throat, shifting their hands to caress the bracelet of teeth resting over his arm. “It took me so long to find you Jagiya.”

“Moonjo-” Any further speech was cut off by the sound of a door opening. 

“Shh Jongwoo,” somehow the use of his real name caught him more off guard than the constant endearments, “Let me help you finish what you’ve started, please?” The lightly begging tone was shocking, “You’ve done beautifully Jagiya.”

“I-” Jongwoo shook his head. There were others in the house, and while he was still in indescribable shock, they had to be dealt with. Using the arm still in Moonjo’s grasp he pulled himself up, electing to ignore the close heat of the other man’s body as he did so.

“No. Stay in here. I need to deal with my stolen identity.”

Surprisingly Moonjo nodded, dark eyes locked onto his own. 

“I’m serious, don’t interrupt unless I call for you, just make sure that she,” he gestured at Nami, who was still half above the water, “doesn’t drown yet. I want to finish her off myself.”

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Jongwoo approached the main room alone. Trying to block the last few minutes from setting in. He would deal with Moonjo after killing these two, placing that potential problem in the back of his mind. He could hear their chatter from the hall. Junyeong’s father was too loud not to notice. 

“Where is this sicko?” His voice was low and growly. He was mad. Jongwoo smiled to himself, this would make it all the more fun.

The other cop replied, “I don’t know, but let’s just get Nami and go for now.”

Neither man had a weapon drawn. Stupid.

Jongwoo took his chance as one of the figures moved into the hallway where he stood. Quickly dispatching of the other detective. Nami’s pocket knife was sharp, thankfully. Jongwoo felt the warm blood spatter on his face as he slashed the cop’s throat. A raspy exhalation was the only noise escaping the older man as he fell to the floor. 

Licking his lips and getting a heady taste of copper, Jongwoo advanced, knife held out in a practiced grip, turning into the main room and meeting his ‘father’s’ eyes.

“You! What did you do?” Ji-man was incensed, knocking Jongwoo’s knife to the side and grabbing his collar in an unexpected show of strength. Jongwoo felt himself get thrown around, landing hard on his ass.

Scowling he tried to stand but was stopped by a series of hits to his face. Gritting his teeth at the punches he waited for the detective to slow. 

“Appa, stop it hurts.” Jongwoo whined out from behind his facade of bruises and fear. He saw the detectives eyes widen, and figured why not drive it home.

Forcing tears to the surface, “Please Appa,” a sniffle, “Why are you hurting me?” 

The man’s raised fist began to lower, and Jongwoo took advantage of the shock to buck his hips, and roll over. Grabbing Ji-man’s wrists as he did so, forcing him onto his back.

Jongwoo squatted over him as the man realized what had happened. 

“You bastard! I’ll get you for this!” he was moving wildly underneath him, but unable to get the upper hand on Jongwoo again.

“But Appa.” Jongwoo put on the pleading tone again, “You hit me first.” The last part was hissed, Jongwoo could feel his cheeks pull wide in a grin as he bared his teeth.

“Fucking cops man.” He spoke more to himself than anything, unaware that Moonjo had crept to the doorway, gaining a line of sight to his masterpiece.

Digging in his pocket Jongwoo dug his phone out, swiping through with one hand as the other pressed down on Ji-man’s throat, keeping him pinned.

“I have a surprise for you. You want to see your son right?”

The detective stopped his remaining struggles, staring up at Jongwoo with wide eyes.

“Hmm?” He shook the device in his hand teasingly as the man nodded.

“Now, is that how we ask for things nicely? I’m doing you a big favor here.” If it wouldn’t have risked his own health, Jongwoo would have loved to force the bastard onto his knees, bowing before him. But he would settle for the minor humiliation ritual.

“Please. Where is he?”

Choosing to remain silent, Jongwoo simply pulled the image up and flipped the phone around. Revealing the pale body submerged in murky water. Face visible enough that Jongwoo could tell the moment that the detective registered what he was looking at. 

Not a second later the man began to struggle again, anger providing him renewed strength. Jongwoo smiled again, “Don’t worry.” He raised his other hand to the man’s throat. “You’ll see him soon enough.

Applying that pressure felt so good, it didn’t take long until the body underneath him was jerking around, trying to dislodge the pressure and take in air. Tightening his grip Jongwoo could feel the pulse slowing, watching eyelids flutter before freezing, open and afraid as the last of the struggle left Ji-man’s body.

Jongwoo stood up, gently poking at his bruised and bloody face as the adrenaline began to wear off. Grunting at the pain he spoke to himself.

“Great. Now I have to deal with more Moonjo bullshit.”

“Ahh Jagiya, how could you speak of me so?” The voice didn’t even startle him, Jongwoo felt himself settling back into a mindset he hadn’t visited in years. One so attuned to the presence of Moonjo that he had been subconsciously categorizing his movements even through the walls of Eden.

“I thought I told you to wait.” Spinning around he pinned the other with a glare.

“I couldn’t miss you in action. I didn’t interfere, and the girl is secured.”

Jongwoo let out a puff of air. Of course the second he acknowledged the man, Moonjo would return to his old ways. Like a dog at his heels, it would seem. “Whatever.” He scoffed, feigning distaste. “I need to deal with her. And then you can really explain to me just how in hell you’re here.”

He grabbed Moonjo’s arm as he walked past, dragging the taller man back into the bathroom. Moonjo had taped Nami’s hands to the sides of the tub, stopping her movement. She tried to glare at him as they re-entered, but the fear resting in her eyes didn’t move him.

“Now, Nami. It’s just us.” He stalked closer. Leaning over her and taking a photo, the flash forcing her eyes closed allowed Jongwoo to strike. Taking her by surprise as he pushed her head completely under the water. She would die with her father.

He held eye contact with Nami as she struggled under his hand, trying to break the surface for air. Noting the way her eyes shifted, focused on something behind him. 

The heat at his back was all he needed to know Moonjo had taken a position at his shoulder. Jongwoo was tempted to relax into it, oh so tempted, but kept on task until Nami stopped moving, pulling his hand out and wiping it off on his trousers.

He shuddered as the adrenaline wore off, leaving him light-headed with the high from killing. A small grin playing at his lips, he turned around. Moonjo was close, and Jongwoo’s nose was almost pressed into his chest. The scent of cologne and musk was strong, filling Jongwoo’s senses with something so Moonjo that he was unable to stop himself from making contact with his supposed murder victim. 

Jongwoo felt Moonjo stiffen as his forehead met the taller man’s collar, smirking at the other’s lack of action he spoke, “I never killed you. You’re here.”

“Yes Jagi, I watched you hallucinate it. Your face was beautiful, even if you were imagining the whole thing, I could picture myself underneath you, lifeblood spilling through our hands.” Moonjo grazed a hand over Jongwoo’s, pulling it up towards his neck. “You would have struck me right here, killed me for certain.” Moonjo was warm, so so warm.

Jongwoo moaned at the thought, surprising himself at the odd mix of relief and want coursing through his mind.

“My masterpiece…” Moonjo ran a hand through Jongwoo’s recently cut hair, “I visited you in the hospital, left you this,” his other hand caressing the bracelet on Jongwoo’s wrist. “I was going to take you away with me, but by the time I had things arranged you were gone. You had left me behind. I gave everything to find you after that. And here we are.”

Jongwoo looked up, inspecting the other man. Seeing nothing but the painful truth in his eyes, Jongwoo decided to accept it. Accept Him. 

“I always wondered how it came back to me. I could never remember.” The bracelet had been his lifeline for a good part of the time after Eden. A reminder of Moonjo he never admitted to himself he needed, until now.

“Why did you have to stalk me again though Moonjo? I thought I was losing my mind.” He pouted at the taller man. 

His actions brought a laugh out of Moonjo, who smiled at him. That sinister grin he used to fear, now looked charming to his enlightened eyes. “Why Jagiya, you work so much better under pressure.” His comment was low, hissed into Jongwoo’s ear sending chills down his spine, “And look how well you did, four bodies in the span of an hour, it’s so close to Eden no? I’ll admit I’m disappointed you’ve started leaving less blood, but there’s something to be said for your habits.” Moonjo leaned even closer, lips brushing against Jongwoo’s cheek, “You look so pretty holding people down.”

Jongwoo felt his face flush at the compliment. Burying himself back into Moonjo’s chest he tried to hide the effect the other man had on him. Feeling the taller’s laughs vibrate through his chest.

“Come Jagi, I have an apartment close enough. Let’s leave your artwork on display.” 

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Jongwoo had accompanied Moonjo in a daze, the arm wrapped around his waist pulled him tight against the older man as they walked. He took the silence as a time to think. 

He never hated Moonjo, not after he got himself together and out of the hospital. He couldn’t, not when he so enjoyed the feeling of life slipping away from under his hands. Without Moonjo forcing him to let go of his inhibitions, Jongwoo would never have realized his potential. If Moonjo had been holding a torch all these years, then Jongwoo had been feeding the flames of his own heart. He understood Moonjo’s fascination with watching him, watching victims. The knowledge that you knew something they didn’t, that you were on a level they didn’t know existed, was empowering. Jongwoo refused to be the guy who let people walk all over him. He hadn’t been that person in years. Thanks to Moonjo.

Jongwoo was so deep in thought he didn’t notice they had reached their destination until they stopped in the elevator. Glancing over at Moonjo he caught the other man watching him intently. Not irritating Jongwoo, but making him flush yet again. Moonjo smiled at him, “What was so important Jagiya?”

“Nothing.” Jongwoo quickly looked away, hearing the other man let out a low chuckle.

“Jongwoo, don’t you know by now I know you.” Moonjo leaned in close again, Jongwoo was tired of being teased. “Jagiya you were thinking of m-”

Moonjo was cut off by the hard press of Jongwoo’s lips on his. Jongwoo caught his eyes widen in shock, before slipping shut. Moonjo made a soft noise in the back of his throat, hands coming up to tightly frame Jongwoo’s jaw, the shorter man’s eyes fluttering shut.

Moonjo moved forward, pressing Jongwoo against the wall of the elevator, tongue pressing through Jongwoo’s lips, causing the other to moan at the slick sensation.

Jongwoo wrapped his arms around Moonjo’s shoulders, pulling back from the kiss to rest his head against the wall. Moonjo moved to follow, before directing the press of his lips to the long arch of Jongwoo’s neck, leaving a series of nips and kisses to the skin.

The elevator doors opening had Moonjo pulling Jongwoo by the wrist, two fingers tucked underneath the warm metal of his bracelet, like he couldn’t even stand the thin chain resting in between their skin.

“Come on Jagiya.” Jongwoo obediently followed the older man. Plastering himself to Moonjo’s back he pressed the door code in. Pressing kisses to his shoulderblades as his fingers dug into Moonjo’s taut waist. The door opened, and Jongwoo pushed Moonjo inside, finding the nearby couch and pushing Moonjo down to sit. Jongwoo straddled him, knees digging into the couch cushions as he pressed another kiss into Moonjo’s willing mouth.

“My Jongwoo,” Moonjo spoke as he pulled back, “You were beautiful today Jagiya. I’m not letting you go again. You’d have to kill me to be rid of me.”

“I’d have to make sure it sticks this time.” Jongwoo chuckled darkly as he met Moonjo’s lust-filled gaze, “Besides, even when I thought you were dead, you walked through my mind constantly. I was never rid of you.”

His admission momentarily stunned Moonjo, before he flipped them, pushing Jongwoo onto his back, Moonjo hovering between his spread legs. Tracing over Jongwoo’s thighs with big hands before digging his fingertips in as he took advantage of Jongwoo’s mouth again.

The kisses began to devolve, the pressure of Moonjo’s hips against his crotch causing Jongwoo to whine and buck up into the other man, their erections brushing against each other through too many layers of clothes.

“Moonjo,” Jongwoo would admit he was whining, but after the killing earlier, combined with Moonjo’s presence, he was desperate, “Please, more.”

Pleased with the turn of events Moonjo pulled back, before lifting Jongwoo and carrying him into the bedroom, ignoring the squawk he let out.

Jongwoo was placed on the bed, before Moonjo was on him, pulling the shirt over his head and tearing his bottoms down, tossing the clothes to the side. Jongwoo let Moonjo run his hands over him, the taller man seemed to be cataloging the changes he had missed. Deft fingers lingering over new scars, pressing down hard on them, like he was trying to re-open the wounds.

Jongwoo moaned at the sensation, arms coming up to start removing Moonjo’s clothes as well, having to force his hands away to get his shirt off, Jongwoo leaned forward, placing his hands on Moonjo’s bare chest, nails scratching as he drew his hands down to pull his jeans and briefs off in one motion.

Once they had stripped, Jongwoo shuffled back towards the middle of the bed, watching as Moonjo crawled over to meet him in another bruising kiss. 

“I’m going to fuck you Jagiya, like I should’ve back at Eden.” 

Jongwoo moaned at the statement “Please hyung,” Moonjo knew he wouldn’t say no to him, there was nothing he could do at this point that would turn Jongwoo away.

Fingers pressed to his lips had Jongwoo taking them inside his mouth, tongue lathing over the long digits. Moonjo forced them deeper, causing Jongwoo to gag, before pulling them away and pressing up against his hole. Pushing two fingers deep inside him.

The burn of the stretch had Jongwoo moaning, pushing down on Moonjo’s fingers, as he brought a hand between them to pull at his dick. “God Moonjo, keep going.” Jongwoo hissed as Moonjo scissored his fingers, quickly stretching him, before adding a third.

“Come on Jagiya, I’ll fuck you after you come for me.” Moonjo pulled Jongwoo’s hand away from his dick, pressing at his prostate with his other hand. Massaging at the spot while gifting the shorter man with a chain of bites, hoping they would bruise, leaving a path from under Jongwoo’s ear down to his chest. The combined sensation of pain and overwhelming pleasure had Jongwoo coming with a loud moan as Moonjo bit harshly at his nipple. Fingers pinching the other at the same time.

“Fuck, Hyung, I need you inside me,” Jongoo begged, the pleasure bringing tears to his eyes. Moonjo licked them away as they fell down his cheeks.

“Don’t worry Jongwoo, hyung will make you feel good.” Moonjo reached down, trailing a hand through the cum on Jongwoo’s stomach before flipping him over. Jongwoo felt Moonjo press the sticky fluid inside him. Giving him a few slaps after he pulled Jongwoo’s hips up. Leaving his ass up, waiting for Moonjo. 

Two hands gripped tight at Jongwoo’s waist before Moonjo was slamming inside him. The pair moaned in sync as Moonjo quickly bottomed out. “You’re so tight Jagiya, it’s like I'm taking your virginity.” 

Jongwoo groaned at the statement, mumbling into the bed as Moonjo began to move his hips.

“What was that Jagiya?” Moonjo teased, slowing the roll of his body.

Jongwoo buried his face in his arms as he spoke, “I am a virgin there.” There hadn’t been much opportunity, nor anyone in the last 3 years that he would’ve let see him in this vulnerable state.

Jongwoo heard Moonjo’s quick breath, before he pulled back, slamming himself back inside Jongwoo at a breakneck pace. Plastering his chest to Jongwoo’s back Moonjo spoke lowly, “I’ll be the only one Jagi, nobody else. Ever.” 

The possessive tone only served to quicken Jongwoo’s erection hardening again, he nodded as he pushed himself back, meeting Moonjo’s thrusts as he listened to the older man grunt against his neck.

“Wanna see you hyung, please, please,” Jongwoo begged, whimpering as Moonjo pulled out all the way, manhandling Jongwoo onto his back before swiftly plunging back inside, drawing a loud moan from the man underneath as Jongwoo’s hands came up to claw at Moonjo’s back.

Jongwoo buried his face in Moonjo’s neck, tasting the sweat building on his skin, lathing over hard muscle with his tongue, before a hard thrust to his prostate had him sinking his teeth into Moonjo’s skin in an effort to muffle his scream.

Moonjo groaned at the pain, fucking into Jongwoo faster. 

“Fuck, come inside me, Moonjo.” Jongwoo was losing it, he couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of Moonjo moving in and out of him, or the sensation of Moonjo’s big hand over his dick.

Moonjo continued to fuck him while jerking him off, the combined pleasure had Jongwoo coming for the second time that night. The tightening of Jongwoo’s hole brought Moonjo over the edge, he came with a soft grunt, mouth occupied sucking at Jongwoo’s Adam’s apple, fingers bruising where they rested on Jongwoo’s waist. 

Jongwoo ran hands through Moonjo’s long hair as the older collapsed on top of him. Softening cock still buried deep inside Jongwoo. 

“You won’t leave me again will you Jagiya?” Moonjo’s voice was flat, but Jongwoo suspected the true worry would be evident if he lifted Moonjo’s head out of his shoulder. But Jongwoo let him hide, hands moving over the scratches he had left on Moonjo’s back before his nails dug into the nape of Moonjo’s neck.

“You said it earlier hyung, you’d be the wind beneath me no? I think we’d have a lot more fun flying together.” Jongwoo felt Moonjo melt into him at his words, snorting internally Jongwoo couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. 

Moonjo got his hands under them enough to pull out, and Jongwoo elected to ignore the cum slowly dripping out of him in favor of turning them over and resting his head on Moonjo’s pec. Arm thrown over the taller’s waist holding him tight.

“I won’t let you go Jagiya.”

“Good. I have nowhere better to be Yeobo.”