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The young woman rushed and barely managed to get inside the subway just as the door closed, almost catching her finger.
People muttered about her crude behavior and the woman, out of breath but not enough to not be embarrassed by the situation, apologized and walked to a quiet corner.
Clutching her bag to her chest, she looked around, waiting for time to fly by till she reached her station.
She also kept an eye out for any seat that became available.
The train arrived at the station, and three seats became available. Yoojin made a move to take one but quickly took a step back at the influx that entered in return.
Forget about the seat, she was quickly squished in the corner by the crowd.
And standing there, trapped in a corner, Yoojin's fantasies flashed in her mind.
A blush crept in her face, she cursed, clutching her bag tighter to her chest and half buried her face in it.
It wasn't like Han Yoojin, twenty five year old college graduate, who never had a boyfriend in her life, was a pervert.
She was not. Really.
It was just that she found it very hard to not enjoy certain things.
Having finally reached a point in life where she finally had time to dedicate to herself, the young woman was eager for excitement.
Key word being eager; not desperate.
And years of porn had some less than pleasing effects on her.
The door opened and Yoojin looked up. It was her station. Elbowing all the unmoving blocks of flesh and bones she managed to pull herself out.
Well a little too forcefully because the next thing she knows is that she is falling face first to the floor.
And then the next thing she knows is being held up.
A hand holding her from her upper torso just right under her breast.
Just a little up and…
The black haired woman jumped away from the hand as if it burned her.
Face absolutely beet she turned to the person attached to her savior hand.
A college professor? In this part of town?
Shoving the little bug that whispered she knew him from somewhere, "Thank you very much. I'll take my leave now." The woman rushed away, almost tripped on her own feet again.
The hand reached for her but before the fall became an actual fall she straightened herself and continued her getaway.
Sung hyunjae, thirty eight, in all his glory, stared at the woman's retreating back till she was gone.
He flipped his palm up, staring that touched the woman and shamelessly he raised his palm to his nose.
Mild but curt.
Sung Hyunjae wasn't a pervert.
But a lifetime of working in the adult content market had... instilled some habit in him.
The man finally moved. He would look for the woman. He really had to, it had been... well never, actually.
He can't remember if anyone actually did not stop dead in their tracks to ogle his face.
Oh he was going to look for her. Only if it was just to discover she had impaired vision.
But right now he was late.
as he though, it's not like the interview could start without him, without the boss.
He would never be late. Everyone could be early.
And then his phone rang.
"Where are you? The interviewee is going to be here in fifteen. I am waiting down here."
The man flipped his wrist up.
"I'll be there."
"She raised her brother on her own from a very young age."
"And that gave her the ability to spot underage foliage."
Soyoung looked at the man looking beside her, casually sniffing his hand.
"...anyway..." The girl looked away first.
The car stopped before a modern infrastructure as the golden haired duo both got out. People staring awed but too scared of the bodyguards that surrounded them quickly to approach or click any photos.
Once inside the duo was guided to the individual areas for interviews. Hyunjae took his seat in the spectator room and soyoung donned on her 'innocent girl about to make a mistake' persona.
Of course, he didn't show any reaction to seeing the same woman sitting on the other side of the two way mirror.
"Um- hello." Soyoung pretending to be twenty two entered the room for the mock interview that will decide the black haired woman's (sitting behind the table) fate
Nineteen to twenty two. It wasn't a big gap and that had failed the three contenders before her.
Han Yoojin barely resisted scrutinizing her brows seeing the young girl.
For her it was the first day of her job that her hard earned psychology degree had gotten her but behind the scenes unbeknownst to her, the first day was just an extension of her interview.
If Yoojin gives Soyoung a job, she would lose her.
But she didn't know that.
"Good morning." The older woman gave her best smile.
Hyunjae placed his hand on his face appearing stoic, in truth, hiding his smile as he felt his pants tighten.
Oh he was not a pervert. Men literally cannot control what they get an erection out of.
But then again he had been sniffing his hand like a dog... So who knows...
"Ah! Yes, good morning." Soyoung laughed, a mere ten percent nervously.
The team at Jupiter had done extensive study into understanding behaviors of applicants.
It was Surprisingly surprising how good teens were at masking their age. That was one of the reasons, the applicants had to be twenty two to apply at Jupiter.
"Ms. Kang soyoung. I had the opportunity to pour through your reseme and ID's and everything checks out." Yoojin shifted some papers around not really looking for anything in particular but too keyed up to sit still.
The actual and real recruiters took this into account while jotting down points for her performance.
Hyunjae was fully ready to hear the generic questions. Implications of job, what the job was, et cetra et cetra.
"Here is my question for you," Yoojin said, trying to appear calmer than she actually was. "If someone younger came to you asking for advice about this job, what would you tell them?"
'Oh that was new.' Is exactly what hyunjae wrote on his evaluating papers.
And Soyoung was thrown off by the question.
People younger than her were well... young.
"Umm... I" she cleared her throat. "I would ask them to be absolutely clear about the decision they were going to make."
Yoojin hummed.
"And are you?"
A practiced question.
"Yes." A practiced answer.
"Who do you have at home?"
Again, Soyoung was thrown off.
"...A twin brother."
Yoojin hummed again and she scribbled something.
"Parents?"
She had someone but this wasn't playing out normally.
"...yes but they are-"
Yoojin sat back. Her face turned firm.
"Have you looked for jobs before applying here?"
There was more scorn in the word 'here' than Soyoung or the recruiters were prepared for.
"I..." the girl stumbled.
What kind of recruiter were supposed to insult the place they were hiring for?
Yoojin nodded before she handed the note to the girl she had scribbled on to Soyoung who hesitantly took it.
"This is a restaurant, I worked there for a good number of years. The pay is nothing compared to what you would earn here at Jupiter but then again they do hier teenager. Thank you for your time."
Yoojin was hired for a permanent position on the spot.
Jay was a very famous teen porn artist. Signed by a less than shady company.
The experiences he had there made him build the company known as Jupiter.
And it was committed to be the pillar of morality in this less than moral industry.
Since its founding, it had killed a good number of its predecessors in the said industry who dealt in shady dealing.
More often than not involved in police raids, information gathering, undercover scenes.
The whole package really.
And what inspired it?
Well...
Because Jay was teen teen when he first started.
Fucked over by his circumstances Jay made the decision to make entire industry his bitch.
Which he did. It took some years. But Jay, the owner, acting president, acting CEO, acting nothing-happened-without-his-knowledge of the Jupiter guild.
And he was its leader.
Infamously famous for his art, he had the world leaders eating out of the palm of his hand.
The man was untouchable. And unrecognizable.
Despite the appearance of a Greek god, Jay's appearance was forgotten by the customers of this industry after he meticulously worked to remove all his old shows. His old identity.
Not that people focused on appearance during the watching of these shows.
The focus is usually on how fast the pole drills a hole.
Only those who had actually followed his career would remember what he looked like.
And of course then the rich, who saw him with his new identity he kept hidden beyond the insanely priced paywalls.
Sadly Yoojin didn't had the money to pay in order to see over the wall. So she relied on her memory.
The whisper of his voice, the gleam of his eyes, the way his lips moved when he kissed, the way his fingers curved, moved, dragged.... oh so delicately.
Nothing
Absolutely nothing
Absolutely Absolutely Absolutely nothing-
-Prepared Yoojin to stand before him.
Face to face. Breathing the same air as him. She was scared to breathe the same air as him, afraid her reality would shatter and she would be back in her one bedroom apartment looking for a job that entails her less than impressive skill set.
And really how were you supposed to react when meeting the man you had been mastubating to since tweleve.
"Han Yoojin," Sung Hyunjae smiled, extending his hand to her, his voice a lot muskier, eyes a lot sharper, hands a lot bigger, than she remembered, "It's a pleasure to meet our new team player."
Han yoojin passed out due to lack of oxygen.
Why would a billionaire travel the subway?
That was the question of the week.
After the giddiness of her new job in the company held by her lifelong crush, eventually worn off.
Han Yoojin was crushed.
Or it was her crush that was crushed.
She could never relate or understand people when they said to never meet your idol. But now she did.
The idea essentially was that your dream would shatter. One would become inspired by someone and everything one builds following their example would mean nothing if they found out they were not the person they thought them to be.
Yeah.
"These are the profiles of every personnel working in abc company." A person said, slamming a huge pile on her desk. "Boss wants these done and verified by today.
And with that the person left...
Yoojin peeked at the clock in the hall that was visible from her tiny tiny office (given to her after they realised she literally had no space to keep all the paper on her desk)
It was fifteen minutes till closing time.
It crushed her when she sent another text about being late to Yoohyun.
And work she did. Albeit fidgety.
And why was that?
Because Han Yoojin was crushed.
Her fantasies that is. The tender moments she remembered from old videos were replaced by sharp jabs, always testing her waters.
Testing her limits and where she drew lines.
The poor girl needed relief and the thing she had conditioned herself to was not available anymore.
She was stretched tight ready to snap.
Three hours into her overtime, around nine, she looked up as the last of her colleagues left. Around ten Yoojin needed caffeine. Lest she slept on her own office floor.
She set the pot, waiting for the machine to do its thing and searched around for anything sweet.
There was none. The spring stretched a bit tighter.
And when she was pouring coffee in her mug-
"Miss. Yooj-" Hyunjae popped up standing too close. Startling the poor girl, making her pour boiling coffee on her felt hand. She jumped, hissed and followed by a low groan of pain when she couldn't bear it anymore.
- Yoojin finally snapped.
"What the HELL DO YOU WANT?" she screamed, her shout echoing in the empty office and would have shouted some more had the man not dragged her instantly to the sink holding her red skin under the flow of cold water.
She tried to pull her hand out of his grasp but the relief provided by the cold water was too much.
All her frustration and exhaustion slammed into her as she quietly sniffled leaning against the man who was the reason for it all.
"My apologies..." He muttered softly while applying the burn ointment on his young employee's hand as she sat on the counter shedding dry tears and quiet sniffles. "It wasn't my intention to Startle you like this."
She said nothing, just sniffed and wiped her remaining tears off.
"S'fine." She muttered under her breath as he started to cover her hand in bandages.
Yoojin watched as the fingers she had dreamt about doing less than nasty stuff to her were so delicately working around her wound.
He never pulled or flipped her hand. His fingers dancing around it carefully.
Blood crept in her cheeks as the reality of her situation finally settled in her mind.
The man had picked her up like she weighed nothing. His hand didn't jerk an inch when she pulled with all her might.
The sheer difference in their strength. And hight...
She peeked at his face. Even sitting on the kitchen counter, he was still taller than her.
"There." Hyunjae said as he tied the knot with a photo worthy bow. Delicately holding her fingers in his as he pulled...
Her breath hitched. Audibley.
And the smirk that raised itself after placing a kiss on bandaged knuckles was a crime in itself.
Yoojin pulled her hand away and Hyunjae quitely chuckled behind his knuckles.
Humor aside. "How can I pay for hurting Han Yoojin."
"Money."
Yoojin missed the flash of mischief that came and went on his face.
"Alas!" Hyunjae sighed as he looked at her helplessly. "I don't really have any money on hand..."
His voice lowered by a pitch or two as he bent to her eye level, his hands placed on either side of her, "I don't suppose... I can pay Miss Han another way."
Yoojin eyes moved up and down. Behind Hyunjae's head and to his eyes.
She bit her lip, "Well..."
The subway door opened as the figure of man and woman stepped out from the warm train into the chilly night air of autumn.
"This is my station." The woman said to the man while rubbing her arms. She had no jacket but then again she was supposed to get back while the sun was still out.
"Thank you for dropping me here."
The man smiled, his eyes crinkling, "Hardly. Unless miss yoojin lives here at the station."
The woman blushed. Grumbled but eventually allowed him to walk with her.
She wasn't particularly enthusiastic about walking home alone either. Not at least this late at night.
The air was sharp and cold when they stepped out the subway. And the next step it was warm again for Yoojin as a coat draped over her shoulders.
The coat that belonged to hyunjae. The coat he was wearing.
She wanted to refute it but again the lady was a snuggle bug. So she thanked him and wrapped herself in it as tight as she could.
Hyunjae huffed a laugh at the woman's unawareness about her body.
As as much as he enjoyed watching her walk around with erect nipples, he rather not cause trouble for her in her own neighborhood.
It was surprising how unhelpful the cold air was.
It was a short ten minutes of walking from the station to her apartment in a highly unpleasant building.
The woman talked about stuff that made no sense and to everything a retort sat on his tongue.
But the slightest peak of bandages from under the overly long sleeve of his coat killed them.
Hyunjae was no saint. He cared about no one but himself and because he cared about himself he always faced the consequences of his actions.
Now be it over throwing some ass sitting too high or dropping the employee to her home because that is how he could pay since he didn't have any cash on hand.
His smile twitched.
People pay in hundreds of thousands of dollars for a ten minute phone call with him.
Millions for an escort service.
And billions for sex.
But even all that money was useless. The founder of Jupiter was the only one who could decide who he spends his time with.
And he had worked damn hard to achieve that right over his time.
For example now,
Nothing to her name, a small apartment in a shabby establishment. A desk job that required endless hours of work.
Yet here she had him, Sung Hyunjae, walking her home.
Forty minutes to an hour of his time amounted to a lot.
"This is really my stop." The woman said, turning her back to the gates of the building looking up at him.
"And I'm not welcome inside?" He asked with a playful tilt of his head.
"No you're not." She said with a proud raise of her head.
"And my coat."
She hesitated. Clutching it tighter.
"Tomorrow after dry cleaning."
He chuckled. She smiled.
He didn't move and this time she tilted her head with confusion.
Sung hyunjae's eyes crinkled further with calculative playfulness.
"This is the part where I get my goodbye kiss."
Yoojin blushed red. He decided that was a good colour for her.
But she didn't move fidgeting in her place.
Before she took a step forward.
The man, too surprised to move, just waited and she took another step forward. She raised her hands, held his face and brought it down to her.
And placed the goodbye kiss on his cheek.
Next day Yoojin called in sick. Down with a cold.
Three days later she came back to work and he wasn't there.
Out on business for two weeks.
When Hyunjae returned. He took his staff for dinner.
And late into the night after drinks, food and laughter, his ears perked up.
"If you could sleep with anyone who would you sleep with?"
Names were thrown out and he patiently waited to hear her answer.
"What about you Yoojin."
The woman drunk and high giggled like a little girl as she whispered her secret out.
"Dark Jay."
Questions arose as to who was that.
And the man himself never thought he would hear that name from her of all people.
He smirked, hidden behind his hand of course.
Oh was she in for a treat now.
The team was commuting for a video shoot in a new location.
Yoojin chose to sit in the back of the bus despite there being a lot of empty seats.
People mingled. But she poured over the documents about the people her people were going to work with.
The location was rather remote so the roads weren't exactly in the best of the conditions. So after the fifth or sixth bump, nausea hit her.
And Yoojin slammed her folder shut as she clenched her eyes shut leaning her head on the seat in front of her.
Nobody paid the mind to the desk worker at the back.
Except him of course.
"Motion sickness?"
Yoojin looked beside her and found her ex-idol's particularly annoying face.
She opened her mouth to speak but her words were lost in favour of keeping her bile in when the bus bumped again.
A hand reached up and touched her face. She looked up into the golden eyes she dreamt of.
"Eyes closed and deep breaths." He said in a commanding yet gentle tone as he guided her head on his shoulder.
She allowed it.
"Focus on your hand." She was about to open her mouth to ask about it but decided against it when she felt his bare fingers on her palm.
She did feel better and it wasn't long before sleep took her.
Yoojin was officially regretting taking this particular project.
"The rooms aren't what?" The guild leader asked and despite his light tone and smile the hotel attendant flinched and made himself as small as he could when he muttered.
"Just one room sir. One single is not available. The rest are ready for you. The conjoined room and the other."
"And one isn't."
The attendant ran to get his superior.
The crew muttered. Everyone dropping their no nonsense act and standing on their tippy toes around their boss.
And then Yoojin made the mistake of opening her mouth.
"It's fine, I can just stay in with the rest of the crew."
The mummering stopped and everyone collectively took a step away from her.
The boss man turned to her and she finally realised why the hotel guy had been making himself smaller.
Yoojin stood tall. Even if it was because she was frozen in her place.
"Miss han."
Oh she fucked up.
"This is your first remote project so I will let it slide."
His eyes narrowed and the young woman looked down absolutely crushing the handle of her bag.
Fear making her spine rigid.
The reality hit her like a gun. She was here alone. With people she hadn't known for more than three months.
Yoojin was alone. Again.
"But never suggest compromise on my team. My employee's are free to settle however they want behind my back on remote shoots. I do not."
Yoojin flinched.
"So do not ever suggest that again."
If Hyunjae's tone softened a little Yoojin didn't noticed it.
"Y-y-yes s-sir."
"Yoojin. Babe. don't ever tell that man to accept any change to his plan."
"Yeah, doll that man ain't bending for anything ever."
"Oh come on! The guy pays well. You can't take a few strict words and here I am willing to bend over the moment he says so."
"You'll bend over for anyone bitch!"
The women continued their unapologetic yapping trying to cheer up the youngest there.
Yoojin gave a small smile as she drank her water. She wasn't hungry, her appetite killed by the creature that was her boss.
Chaotic mess remained in the lounge till finally a clock signaled nine and all the women bid the only woman who didn't had to be in the video night night.
She sighed, alone again, this time in a literal sense. She thought of calling her brother but then again the poor boy was either waking up for his shift or was going to sleep.
She didn't want to disturb him. But she also wanted to feel at ease.
And the silence of the lounge was not doing her good.
She sighed.
"Miss Han."
And then jumped when her name was called.
An attendant of the hotel stood before her, holding a tray with a key placed on it.
She looked at the man and then looked at the key then back to the man.
"Room's available?"
By the way water shot to his eyes, it was the other available room.
She sighed. Picked up her hand bag and took the keys.
"I'm not paid enough." She muttered as she turned away and broke a small tired smile when she heard a 'me too.'.
Of all her predictions of what the room was going to be like, she never imagined to have what she was currently seeing.
"...I am not shari-"
"After dinner, Miss Han han." Hyunaje said as he cut the fried chicken into bite size squares and placed the plate opposite of him, for her.
"I am too famished to pretend I like this arrangement any more than you do."
Yoojin frowned. Utterly confused as to why she was feeling offended.
He spared her not a look more, choosing to start eating, unbothered if she joined him or not.
Yoojin was an adult. She had been in worse humiliating situations, with her past bosses, customers, neighbors.
This time she was just caught off guard. Hadn't expected it since he was relatively lax about too many things.
She forgot the kind of power the man held.
So she sat to eat with him. Partly because it was possible to achieve amicable conversation over food.
And partly because the smell was absolutely making her gut wrench with hunger.
They ate in silence, the only sounds the faint clinking of utensils against their plates. It wasn't until she was halfway through her second helping that she finally spoke.
"Sir-"
"Yoojin." He spoke, paused, wiped his mouth before looking at her, and continued. "Can you tell me, out of the entire crew, why only you and I were assigned rooms all to ourselves."
Curiosity washed over her features. Why were they- why was she assigned a seperate room?
Seeing her expression, he tilted his head.
"Did you not have a talk with Hayan about this trip."
"No sir. We were supposed to but Hayan took emergency leave due to her uncle's accident.”
The guild leader sighed.
Honest-to-goodness sigh.
Not his usual manipulative one, an actual sigh.
She was stunned.
"...then please be as smart as I perceive you to be." The guy muttered, opening a bottle of wine and pouring it in two glasses as he said,
"Jupiter. The most respected in this immoral industry, why is it collaborating with a run-of-the-mill company in this remote village with me of all the possible people that could be assigned as its supervisor?"
The cogs that yoojin realized should have started turning ages ago, started turning.
It took her a complete minute to put the pieces together.
"...there is going to be a raid."
Hyunjae smiled, passing on the wine glass as he said. "Soon. I am here to collect evidence to make it viable."
She took the glass, "but how does that entails me?"
"Not you specifically. It's what you deal with."
Yoojin looked down at her glass before taking a huge gulp. Mainly to hide how affected she was.
"...someone will try to forge the final documents before the deal."
Hyunjae smiled with his eyes turning crescent. "And once again my perception doesn't fail me."
"Sleep on the couch! I am not laying in the same bed as you."
"We are two grown adults fully capable of keeping our hands to ourselves Miss Han... unless you're unable too."
"Kindly remove your posterior from my bed sir."
"I always imagined the setting to be rather intimate when you use that words for me."
"What!?"
"The couch it's too small for me. And I never pegged you to be someone so insensitive to their elders, Yoojin."
"Elder my ass, you're a thirty eight year old man-child!"
"Oh how I do love the praise."
"You're impossible."
"You'd be surprised how possible I am for you."
Defeated, Yoojin took the couch.
And Hyunjae ever so gracefully placed her on the bed beside him before falling asleep.
The next morning, if she took her sweet time to leave the bed, well nobody would know.
And if he pretended to be asleep as Yoojin gingerly touched his face. Well...
No need to scare her off. He had plenty of time.
Yoojin was mortified-
"No you fucking listen to me bitch..."
-being defended by their lead star.
"How you fucking dare touch her!?"
It was the introductory dinner before the shoots, invited to it by the people they were collaborating with.
And it was during the dinner when yoojin walked in the washroom along with one of their own stars, where she experienced it.
Yoojin had always wondered about how it felt to be groped by a stranger. Was it exciting, sexy, a turn on?
She had never thought it would feel this humiliating.
"Relax~" The woman said, waving her hand, brushing what she did away. "I was just curious if they were real. Anyway toodles~"
Yoojin barely held herself back from crossing her arms across her chest but did successfully hold her coworker back.
The woman, Jelly, walked away leaving the taller woman to stew.
"Luna...let it be, they're not worth it."
"Oh Yoojin trust me I know." The woman scoffed. Combing her finger through her hair.
"Now only if someone could explain as to why our leader doesn't see it that way."
The black haired girl knew the answer.
But she wasn't supposed to tell anyone that.
"Luna is very angry with me." Hyunjae said as he entered the room he was sharing with her.
The lady on the other hand didn't hear him. Too focused on furiously typing on her phone, sitting on her side of the bed.
He waited giving her the benefit of doubt loosening his tie and undoing his cuffs.
She still didn't look up.
He smiled, shaking his head while walking over to her and pulling her phone from her grip.
Yoojin looked up to shout but almost instinctively leand back.
Too close!
He inched closer, nose almost touching, her face a bright pink as she looked sideways.
Then he opened his mouth.
"Is there something I should know about what happened today?"
Color leaving from her face, her lips thinning, black eyes turning to look straight into his golden ones.
He hummed.
"Make sure to make an official complain about it."
He stood up from his lean-
"I don't have any proof."
-And ruffled her hair.
"That's for me to deal with."
Police raided.
Yoojin looked up at Hyunjae. "Should I know something?"
The man looked at her, seemingly contemplating something.
Then he smiled. "Nah! You're fine."
"Man, some popcorn would have been nice."
The party mumbled as they all got on the police van.
"Umm..." Yoojin mumbled, face ashen as she stared at her wrists in cuffs. "Why am I being arrested?"
Everyone paused before breaking out into fits of laughter.
"The newbie wasn't trained, guys." There were high fives and cheering all around her with promises by all the half-dressed people of how fun the night was going to be.
The said newbie already had her resignation letter written in head.
"On behalf of the entire populace we would like to present our gratitude for absolving this nation of yet another heinous crime syndicate."
The black haired man bowed before Hyunjae and effectively everyone standing behind him.
And when the reward slash bonus slash money landed in her hand...
Yoojin decided the physical letter of resignation could wait.
One year into the job and finally something happened that absolutely broke Yoojin.
Mentally and physically.
"Noona!"
"I'M FINE!!!" Yoojin yelled, As the medical examiner put emergency bandages on her cheeks, while two police officers held her in place.
"Step back kid-!"
Yoojin slammed a foot down on one of the officer's feet who was holding her, "HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY BROTHER IN THAT TONE!!!!"
"DAMN IT!" The medical professional cussed. Looking at the woman's growing hysteria. "Pass me sominexo-ekk!"
"What kind of FME are you?" Yoohyun snared grabbing the doctor's arm. "Administering a drug without a clue about the person's history-"
"YOOHYUN YOU PUNK!" Yoojin screamed, trying to kick her brother's posterior. "IS THIS HOW I RAISED YOU!?!"
Yoohyun gritted his teeth before releasing the paramedic and bowing in apology, "I'm sorry sir." Completely insincere, making that man sweat drop.
But with the anger coursing through him nothing mattered right now. "But my sister-" he swallowed "She is under the influence."
The FME's face soured and Yoohyun popped his residency ID out before continuing.
His senior residency.
"Aren't you a little too young to be a senior doctor."
"That's the testament of her innocence." Yoohyun said as he approached his sister who was now standing in the hold of the police swaying while looking down. "Noona."
Yoojin looked up, tears and snot smeared on her face, along with dried up blood.
The younger sibling gently wiped her face, not a speck of unpleasantness on his face.
After all, he couldn't remember how many times the woman did the same for her. Even when she herself was nothing but a girl.
"Yoohyun-ah~" The woman sniffled. The policemen shared a look, deciding to release the her from their grip.
And they did.
But nobody expected her to scream as she tried to stand on her own, unable in doing so and falling into her brother's arms.
"HuRts! hurTs! HURTS!"
Only then did they bother to look down and notice the blood crusted on her right foot.
Fuck being a doctor. Yoohyun decided to change his career path to a murderer.
"Hello Sir Sung."
"Be glad I picked, trust me, the company i have here is-"
"One of your personnel from Jupiter is in the hospital."
"...I'm sorry ladies, I have to take this."
"Head trauma. Thankfully not severe. Blatant drug use. Irreversible leg injury. And overall signs of physical assault. "
"Rape?"
"No."
"Lucky. Irreversible leg injury?"
"Permanent limp in walking. With extensive surgery, it can be cured for up to sixty percent."
"Unfortunate. how did it even happen?"
"That is still undisclosed. Miss Yoojin is being kept under anesthesia because of the pain and even if she wasn't, her brother is an unmountable wall."
"..."
"...sir?"
"...who?"
"...Miss Yoojin's brother? Han Yoohyun."
The line went dead... and that was just the first thing of many of the dead things to come.
With all the power at his disposal, not even Sung Hyunjae could make the jets go any faster. That was his limit.
Despite doing everything as fast as he could it still took fourteen hours form him to get back.
He watched quietly from outside the door as the woman's younger male replica tried to make her have some juice.
He failed miserably, with the woman just patting his hand in assurance that she was much better.
Not very assuring when she stared into space with those blank eyes.
Hyunaje opened the door.
Yoohyun's face snapped to the intruder intruding on his sister's space. But he held his tongue.
He knew him. Oh he knew him.
And he didn't deserve his words. He deserved his wrath for always making her do overtime. For buying her things that made her uncomfortable. For being on her mind even when she spent time with him.
And he would have done so right there and then had his sister not shown the first reaction in twenty four hours.
"...J-Jay." She whispered. Her blank eyes glossed again as tears filled and escaped them. The beeping on the monitors showed a rapid increase in her breathing and heartbeat.
And honestly those were enough reasons to kick the older man out.
Only if his sister did not try to get out of bed to go to him.
Only if he had been faster than the blond man in catching his sister when her leg couldn't support her weight.
Only if he could be him... the person she clinged to despite not having enough energy to do so.
Only if he could comfort her that way too…
Only if he could… for once shield his sister from the world like she was continuing in doing so for him.
Hyunjae barely noticed the boy leaving the room. Too focused on rubbing the woman's back as she continued to cry and hyperventilate into his chest.
Holding so tight onto his shirt he was sure it had some tears.
Still not as tight as he was holding her.
She passed out.
After continuously muttering the name Yerim.
Yerim who?
They took her away.
One would imagine someone stole a piece of her soul.
'Oh well!' Hyunjae thought as he tucked her in, brushed her hair back, carefully wiped her face down with a wet wipe and leaned down to place a feather light kiss on her busted cheek.
Piece of her soul or the speck of dirt beneath her shoe. As long as it was her's...
He was willing to bring anything back.
Not without dragging Taewon in it.
They had a deal. The police would look after his when he wasn't in the country in exchange for his cooperation in any way possible as long as it didn't restrict his freedom.
They failed him big time. They had to pay him back big time.
But nothing came close to the hell he descended Diarma in after finding him out.
Of all the things he expected Yerim to be like...
She just wasn't it.
"Fuck everything! Tell me how unnie is ahjussi!?!"
She yelled, pulling on his coat as Hyunjae tried to keep track of everything that was happening around them.
"Ahjussi!!??!!"
Why was he an ahjussi and she a unnie?
"Bak yerim!" A police officer yelled out, "Please move with the victims to the hospital-"
"Oh fuck no you asshole. I know the whole deal, first the hospital, then the police station, then the orphanage. Yep" The girl said, hiding herself behind Hyunjae.
"Not gonna go back there just to be sold again. Beside unnie promised to adopt me so you can fuck off!"
Oh hell no! The ahjussi thought as he sighed.
"Here's the deal, young lady." Hyunjae said as he personally drove his new monkey to the hospital.
"If I'm going to be an ahjussi regardless, here are your two options." He tapped his finger once on the steering wheel as he made a left onto the highway.
"Yoojin adopts you and gets laden with a burden of raising another kid despite being so young herself. Always worrying about your needs before her own."
He tapped his finger twice. "I adopt you and you get to decide however the fuck you want to live. Money never being an issue. Of course there are some rules to it but nothing too constraining."
Yerim decided to think it over.
After tearful reunions of which Hyunjae decided not to be a part of. The topic of adoption came up.
Yoohyun was not thrilled.
"That's fine. I'm gonna let the golden ahjussi adopt me."
Yoojin was not thrilled, either.
"Oh but I'm one of his children too." Kang soyoung said as she cut the apple into dragons.
Yoojin choked on one and the young woman passed her some water.
"And Noah too."
She choked on water too.
"In fact he has a lot of adoptees, hand picked from all the orphanages he privately owns. His oldest is Noah's sister and she is twenty six and yeah me and Noah aren't twins thats just a gag we have running in the company to make people speculate that we are Sung Hyunjae's secret children."
Honestly... Yoojin stared at the young dragon enthusiast, am I even supposed to know about this?
"H-hy-Hyunjae..." the woman muttered, shoving her face into the pillow with moisture collected in her eyes.
The said man shhhed her. Laying behind her with her leg carefully draped over his as his fingers kneaded into the flesh of her thigh.
"Just focus on my breathing"
Her breath hitched. Hearing the voice of her dreams, outside, being whispered in her ear made her stop breathing.
And very much like their first meeting, Yoojin passed out due to lack of oxygen.
But Even she couldn’t deny how better her leg was feeling after the massage last night in the middle of which she passed out.
And if her neck tingled with ghostly touches she didn't remember, not paying in too much thought was her solution.
After nothing compared to the ones she received while awake.
The whisper of his lips on her neck, his slender fingers moving up and down her thigh...
Yoojin thought fuck it as she held his hand when it came up...
And led him across a threshold she hadn't crossed in a year.
He imagined it happening eventually. According to his plan. His pace.
That was his first mistake. Thinking he could predict her.
He had imagined doing it in his office. Her office. The kitchen of her office, the inhouse laundromat of the dorms, terrace, broom closet, cafeteria kitchen, supply closet, the subway he frequented with her, a lot more places before eventually leading her to his private den. And maybe just maybe... His bedroom.
The place he hadn't thought of though was her hospital bed.
His second mistake, imagining she would enjoy it more than her.
Because the way she bucked her hips with gasps, using his finger like an absolutely fucking toy.
Hyunjae had never had any doubts about his performance but this woman was making him doubt.
And like someone must have said, maybe, when in doubt, take a step back.
So he did.
He stilled his hand, taking back every bit of control he had given her.
Yoojin pushed, and then whined about the loss of the finger she finally finally had.
Frustration kicked in as she turned on her back coming face to face with him.
And then reality of what she was doing hit her stronger than the club that was used to break her leg.
Her face turned red, her eyes glared at him. Waiting for the humiliation that was to come.
With his upper body supported on his elbow, Hyunjae had a high view.
He saw what she was waiting for. So why give the most unpredictable person what she predicted.
He brought his finger to his nose.
Her ears turned red.
Then he licked, before sucking them in his mouth.
Her neck turned red.
Hyunjae took his time savouring her taste on his finger along with how her eyes gulped in the sight of him.
How she swallowed as he took his finger out on to his lips before sucking them again.
And when he was satisfied with the hunger in her eyes only then did he pull his fingers away.
Above her face with a string of saliva still connected between his lips and his finger.
And the woman, unpredictable as she was, hesitantly peeked her tongue out, breaking the strings. The drop fell on her lip and she licked it.
Hyunjar hesitated not for a moment more before pushing his finger past her lips.
She moaned, and he took that chance to trace her tongue as far as his finger could reach.
Yoojin gagged and Hyunjae almost came.
But he didn't stop, fucking her mouth like he would fuck a pussy. Yoojin whined at the drool dropping down her chin but he didn't stop.
To entranced, by how much pleasure he was having by simply fucking her mouth.
Yoojin sucked on his finger and took it in her own hand to please her nether lips, her fingers falling into the familiar fold with practiced ease.
The orgasm that followed was not familiar though.
She bit his fingers and groaned at the pleasure bursting inside her, shaking her to her core, leaving her breathless.
And this time Yoojin passed out from pleasure.
Then started the avoidance game.
He decided to let it drag on for five days, no more no less.