"But I thought he said his deal was up until I made up my mind? Why is he not minding me then? I don't get it.
Or could it be that he is with someone and will get back to me once he is done? Well, these rich people can be very busy all the time." Doyun tries to find a reason. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration, and then kicked lightly at the edge of his chair.
"But still, he has read all the messages. Doesn't his silence then indicate that he doesn't want to mind me? Ah. I hate this.
If he has lost interest in me, then he should just say so instead of ignoring me." His voice trailed off, the tension in his chest making it hard to breathe. He leaned against the wall for support, staring blankly at the floor as the anxiety gnawed at him.
Feeling a bit restless, Doyun decided to give a direct call to the man himself. After all, he is the desperate one here. He paced to the edge of his bed, phone in hand, heart hammering in his chest.
Beep. Beep. Beep. That's the sound that he heard before the call ended. The quick tones echoed in the room, heightening his frustration.
"Hm! He didn't answer again. Fine! Let me send him a last text, and that's it. I will reach out to another person tomorrow.
Maybe he thinks that he's got me where he wants. We'll see about that." Doyun huffed and dropped onto his bed, rolling onto his side to release some of the tension coiling in his body.
Do Yun waited for a while, tapping his fingers nervously against the sheets before he sent a last text to the man. Each tap felt louder than normal, the room silent except for the faint hum of his fan.
After waiting for some time and still not receiving any reply, Do Yun put on boxer shorts and went to bed. His mind raced even as his body ached for rest. He hasn't thought of who else to call if this one fails, as he never really paid attention to his male admirers. A knot of dread tightened around his chest, but exhaustion eventually dragged him into uneasy sleep.
Kim Byeong Ho returned to the room after showering down and taking care of his previously hardened wood, some from earlier. His skin still glistened faintly with moisture, and a faint chill ran down his spine despite the warmth of the room.
His visitor will be here soon. He could hear the faint hum of traffic outside, but his attention was fully on his phone.
Byeong Ho takes his phone and sees one message and a missed call. Both were from the strange number that caused his body to react strangely earlier. He furrowed his brow, a flicker of disbelief and curiosity mingling in his mind.
He opened the message first. But the earlier pictures had not prepared him for what he was about to see. A shiver ran down his spine as his eyes absorbed the shocking new image.
It was a message attached to a picture of the same guy, now completely naked, with a bottle held to his mouth. The boy's pose, the faint glint of mischief in his eyes, made Byeong Ho's pulse quicken unexpectedly.
"See this? I'm about to take it right now. Since you seem too busy to come, then I'm going to call someone else. You're never going to get a taste of this after tonight. If you're not here within the next hour, our deal ends. Forever!"
The boldness of the message made Byeong Ho's fingers curl around his phone tighter, a mix of alarm and intrigue pulling at him.
Byeong Ho knows what's in that bottle. It's an aphrodisiac. The dangerous kind. His mind instantly raced through the possibilities and risks, his professional caution flaring up.
Due to his line of work, he's come across many such drugs. And this one could be quite lethal if not taken with precaution. A bead of sweat formed at his temple despite the calm he tried to maintain.
Sensing that this young boy could be doing this out of desperation, he decided to go and check on what was going on with him. Forgetting about his visitor, who is on her way, the seriousness of the situation took precedence.
He doesn't know him, but this boy is quite careless. With everything that is happening in today's world, he still sends nudes to someone without first confirming if it's the right number. He shook his head, muttering under his breath.
"Young boys of today." He said it out loud, shaking his head. As if he himself is not just a young adult who is still in school too. His jaw tightened, reflecting both disbelief and reluctant curiosity.
Not wanting to waste any more time, he took his car keys and set off. His movements were deliberate, eyes scanning the surroundings as he stepped outside.
"Sir, are you stepping out? Would you like for me to take you there?" His driver asked, already prepared for the route.
"No. Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Byeong Ho replied, his voice calm but his mind racing. The thrill of the unknown had already set in.
He is in disbelief after seeing those spicy pictures. He doesn't believe that there is an actual human being that looks like that, so he wants to see with his own eyes. The idea seemed almost surreal.
He was sure this could be from some scammers, but he has no intention of backing off because of that. The mix of curiosity and professional instinct drove him forward. He checked his back to see if his gun was safely tucked in, just in case.
Forty-five minutes later...
Byeong Ho was quite sceptical about whether this was the right place. The building looked too shabby for anyone to be living here, let alone inviting someone over. Rusting metal doors, cracked windows, and a faint smell of dampness filled the narrow alley.
And how can an ethereal being like the one in the photos be living in a place like this? He squinted, disbelief mixing with intrigue.
Now he was very sure and could swear that whoever it was, in no way in hell, looked like the pictures; it was surely edited. He exhaled slowly, the faint tension in his chest refusing to ease.
And he has definitely punched in the wrong digits too, since nobody in his circle will be living in such poor conditions. Rational thought clashed with curiosity, making him hesitate.
He should have turned his back and left, but curiosity got the better of him. It's not every day that one gets such wild texts from an angel. He has to confirm with his eyes first.
He first scans the building for any suspicious movements before entering and going up to the room number. The dim hallway smelled faintly of mildew, and his shoes squeaked softly on the floor.
He turned the door handle after knocking for some time and not receiving any response from inside. Luckily, it wasn't locked. A small part of him braced for anything as he pushed the door open slowly.
The room is very small; the whole place was like the size of Byeong Ho's bathroom. Dust motes danced in the dim light from a single window. It had just a desk with some books and a lamp on it. A chair was by the side, and both were in the right-hand side corner of the door.
There was a curtain draped, so one could not see the bed. He pushed the curtains to the side, and that is when he saw one of the most beautiful men his eyes had ever seen. And he, Kim Byeong Ho, was into pretty things. His breath caught, a flutter running through his chest.
In the middle of the tiny bed lay the pretty boy that he saw in the pictures. It seems the phone camera has not done much justice to his looks. His eyes roamed cautiously, taking in every detail while his pulse raced.
The angel had his front on the bed while his back faced upward. The soft curve of his shoulder, the smooth line of his neck, made Byeong Ho's chest tighten involuntarily.
Byeong Ho knows it is wrong, but he couldn't keep his eyes from staring at the gorgeous, plump peach fruit in those small boxer shorts, staring back at him. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his stance, forcing himself to look away briefly before stealing another glance.
He forced his eyes to look at the room for any sign of an ambush first before locking the door from inside. Apprehension lingered, the faint smell of the room mixing with his rising pulse. He is still apprehensive and does not want any surprises.
He saw some condoms and lube on the nightstand, together with the bottle he had seen in the last picture. His brow furrowed, realizing that the boy hadn't yet consumed the aphrodisiac.
He checked it and saw that it was still full, which meant the boy had not drunk any yet. He sighed in relief, a tension slowly leaving his shoulders.