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"What makes you think he can't find a door in the morning, when he found a bed so easily in the dark?"
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Bitch.
Click!
Yeonjun knew the moment he saw her that she'd be a problem.
Click, Snap!
Damn him, what was his obsession with blondes?
Click!
Click!
Click!
Yeonjun's fingers tensed against the button of his camera and he clenched his jaw so hard he feared he might've cracked the bone in half.
This was always the hard part, the part that made him violent and want to lash out at anyone who even breathed next to him.
He watched through the zoom feature of his camera, pissed off, irritated and hurt as Soobin lowered his arm around the blonde bitch's lower back and ushered her inside for what he knew — believe him, Yeonjun knew — was a night of hearing her scream; oh god, Soobin, harder - please!
A night Yeonjun would have to suffer through much like he did every night for the past two years until the sun rose, until he'd have to go back home and then to work to relive each detail, until night came again.
Yeonjun had a life, a job.... a somewhat boyfriend who hung around him on occasion. His life was normal enough.
By day he was a computer mainframe programmer, or that was the pretty way of saying; a company hacker that got rid of other hackers.
He'd been called a prodigy at some point in his life, having learned how to disassemble and then reassemble any computer or laptop you could mention by the age of twelve.
Some people fawned over him for being able to do that still, despite it being a part of himself he now just grew to hate.
Yeonjun hated it because it was boring, uneventful and just plain bleak. He wasn't the one who got the attention, no — that belonged to his sister, Sofia, with her lighter hair and doe eyed charm.
Yeonjun was the boy with the soft brown hair, the rounded brown eyes and the wide hips and fat ass that everyone overlooked in exchange for his stick figure sister or men that had looks like her.
Or in this case, girls like this blonde bimbo, Soobin brought into his house and was leading to his living room. Girls like that were the ones who got the guys like him whilst people like Yeonjun watched it happen miserably.
"Fucking bitch," Yeonjun hissed quietly to himself, his annoyance growing further when Soobin took the first corner of his home that temporarily blinded him from his vision.
Yeonjun's teeth gritted together and he clenched his hands into fists, jealousy raging fiercely inside him because he knew what happened when that blind spot happened.
The same as always.
It meant that he'd already started seducing the poor tramp and had her pinned against the wall, her hands held at her sides by his, his body pushed up against hers as he kissed her senseless.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch!" Yeonjun continued cursing to himself, huffing out frustrated breaths since now he had to move up further and closer to his house so he'd be able to see the rest.
Yeonjun knew he was subjecting himself to the torture of this, watching Soobin play and then fuck all these girls was his own volition, but he couldn't stop.
He was drawn to Soobin, the way he did everything, the way he kissed, the way his accent flowed smoothly through his lips as he spoke, even the way those same lips wrapped around his cigarettes everyday.
Yeonjun imagined tasting Soobin's lips, having them pressed against his owns as he kissed him much better than he did all the others. They looked soft, not too large, not too small but just right to keep several of the girls and boys coming back looking for more.
Yeonjun's imagination also led to fantasies about things like Soobin's eyes, dark and expressive, locked on his owns as he slipped his hands across his body and made him damn near faint with how well he could touch him with them, his body, his co—
"Jesus!" Yeonjun yelped at the sudden buzzing of his phone that vibrated against his lap.
He flinched and ducked, careful and scared that somehow Soobin would hear him inside his house and reached for his phone, scowling when he saw his sister calling.
He hit decline harder than normal, pissed that she'd call him when he was having a crisis about pretty bitches ruining his life... or well, his entertainment.
She called twice more, both times going ignored by Yeonjun until he grew frustrated by her constant calling and smashed his phone against a rock, over and over again until he heard the screen crack and felt the pieces of it start to pop off in his hand.
Looking down at it, Yeonjun breathed in relief at the sight, knowing that now she couldn't call him until he got a new phone.
Peace, finally.
But all thoughts of new phones and annoying sisters vanished, and replacing them were thoughts of him moving and getting closer to where he needed to be.
Yeonjun stashed his broken phone into his camera bag and after he shoved it across his shoulder and lowered the brim of his hat to cover his eyes more, he was off.
Yeonjun ducked as he ran across the property, always glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody was coming his way and saw him.
Anticipation, adrenaline and that slight bite of fear was always present within him, but he kept on, telling himself that the price was worth the payout in the end.
The wind whipped Yeonjun's hair around his face as he breathed heavily and slid under a small blind spot his security guards hadn't caught when gating his home.
The dirt scraped his hands and stained his leggings, but he ignored the pain and discomfort of those things and stood upright, proud that once again he'd gone unnoticed and managed to slip inside.
The hard part being over, Yeonjun took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in his throat as he ran his hand across his face and felt his skin flushed with sweat.
It was a muggy, L.A. night with a slight breeze that did nothing to cool him down, although that heat could be subjective to the adrenaline coursing through him.
Yeonjun glanced up at Soobin's house, like always, he was awed by it. If a house could scream money and luxury at all, then Soobin's was definitely the one.
It rested atop a hill, it's foundation was rounded and surrounded by glass windows that overlooked the property minus a few walls that darkened and gave it the appearance of not being welcome unless you were invited personally.
Yeonjun knew from experience that it had a deck in the back, had a rock garden styled pool that connected to a hot tub, both of these having in pool lighting that would cast eerie glows upon his skin when he decided to take late night swims by himself.
Soobin usually took them after he finished fucking the tramps senseless, so Yeonjun hoped tonight wouldn't be any different.
With one final deep breath that he expelled through his nose, Yeonjun continued walking towards Soobin's house, always being cautious just in case.
Soobin wasn't exactly a well rounded citizen, he had enemies — lots of them and Yeonjun had seen several of them leave his home a bloodied and crumpled mess whenever they tried him in any way.
Yeonjun had seen Soobin's fists do lots of talking for him many times before and the sight aroused and scared the hell out of him at the same time. Not enough to cower away from him or find him less appealing — but Yeonjun digressed.
As he came close to the house, he cut through the back, close enough where he could see the pool, the hot tub and the deck that held the glass patio doors that led inside Soobin's living room where he usually brought the whores if he was feeling adventurous.
It worked out for Yeonjun because just by the hinge of that patio door he had a small receiver that transmitted whatever sounds happened inside out to him if he was in a close range.
Yeonjun ducked and hid behind one of his bushes, the thick foliage helping in camouflaging him further.
As soon as he was hidden, he opened his camera bag, pulled out his camera and the router that received the transmitter signal and a pair of headphones so he could plug them in and hear without it being too loud, and then he did what he always did, yet dreaded.
Yeonjun waited.
Thankfully he didn't wait long, only about five or so minutes more until the transmitter picked up noise, several thumps which he matched to footsteps; the heavy ones being Soobin's and the high pitched clacks being the blonde's.
Yeonjun's eyes narrowed as he glanced into the lens of his camera, the optical zoom making everything that much clearer as if he were in the room with them, the amplified sound not helping the situation either.
His teeth gritted together and he hummed irritably to himself as he heard and watched Soobin speak, his voice smooth like melted chocolate over ice cream.
"Let's lose these," Soobin told his whore as he held onto her hands and held her at arms length, his eyes now hooded and focused onto her with obvious lust as he bit his lip.
He pulled her forward, her muffled squeak being cut off by his lips that fell against hers as he kissed her and left Yeonjun breathless at the same time. With skilled hands used to beat men senseless and fuck girls just as well, he lowered the straps of the dress she wore, the flimsy material pooling at her shoulders until those same hands followed the curved of her shoulders and tugged it all the way down.
Yeonjun's cheeks burned, mortification, shame and lust all swimming in his head at the same time as he watched the scene before him.
The whore whimpered at his touch, her own hands working the buttons of his shirt as he slid his hands across her hips and gripped them as he pulled her closer and lowered his kisses down her neck, no doubt to leave his mark as he did all the others.
Yeonjun bit his lip, breathing hard as he watched through the lens, so enraptured by Soobin and how he handled a person's body that he nearly forgot about the pictures.
Having realized he was slacking, Yeonjun clicked each shot in quick succession, capturing every moment whilst his transmitter recorded every whisper and every husky groan that left Soobin's lips.
It did things to Yeonjun to watch Soobin in action, so skilled and in control. Each touch of his fingers was deliberate to his plan to drive a girl crazy with want much like this one already was with just a few kisses and a fleeting touch or two.
"Jesus," Yeonjun whispered raggedly to himself, the heat in his cheeks creeping down his neck as well.
Soobin's whore stepped out of her dress pooling at her feet and pressed her hand against his chest until shoving him into his couch, his expression amused by her, just like Yeonjun was.
This one obviously thought she had a chance at taking charge, much like the rest but she'd learn soon that it wasn't the case.
Even at the bottom, Soobin still managed to top without actually doing so.
Yeonjun's tongue darted across his lips and he groaned as his eyes zoned in on the expanse of his chest and toned stomach visible through the open slit of his shirt.
Soobin was so... damn fine, Yeonjun couldn't believe it most days and had he not seen the proof he was oh so real, he probably would've still been convinced he was part of a dream.
Soobin continued to kiss the girl as she straddled him, his hands never stoic were always touching her somewhere, be it her chest where he cupped her breasts and toyed with them, or her hips or even her ass, he was always finding a way to control the situation at hand, pun intended.
"Oh, God, baby..." The girl moaned into his mouth and he groaned in response, his hand now at her hips pushing her down as he raised his up and rolled them into her covered sex.
Yeonjun might have whimpered himself at that one, but he digressed.
Yeonjun's fingers continued pressing against the button, capturing more sets of shots of Soobin undressing her, using his mouth, tongue and teeth to do so as his slut was on her back, legs spread and taking it all.
Often the urge to just relieve the ache growing between his own legs grew stronger, but Yeonjun held it down by telling himself that delayed gratification would be worth it when he got his hands on Soobin.
Still, the ache in Yeonjun continued to grow as he watched, his camera now held tighter — as the girl started undoing the zip to Soobin's jeans, working them down his legs slowly, his boxers following until his cock came into view.
The camera fell from Yeonjun's hands that were now shaking with restrained urges to run in there, grab the bitch by the hair and finish Soobin off himself.
Mother of god, he was...
Perfect and definitely worth the wait.
Jealousy flared angrily inside Yeonjun as he watched her touch Soobin and him clench his fists in his lap as he looked at her.
This was always the difficult part, having to endure this torture of Soobin letting all these bitches touch him how they wanted to whilst Yeonjun sulked in the shadows suffering it all.
"Shit, babe..."
Yeonjun heard Soobin hiss through his headphones as he watched him brush the girls hair away from her face so he could watch her suck him off.
It fucking angered Yeonjun that Soobin was so into it, so much so that he bit down hard onto his fist when he used his free hand to smooth down her shoulders and hold her there whilst she continued.
Yeonjun's stomach retched, bile rising in his throat at the sight of her — just like the others — pleasuring soobin the way he wanted to.
The sucking noises continued, she was moving her head up and down whilst her other hand held onto his thigh until he opened his mouth to speak.
"Touch yourself, babe," Soobin grunted, his voice deepened with lust and thickening his already prominent accent... as well as causing Yeonjun's thighs to clench together.
Despite the desire Yeonjun felt, frustration also brewed inside him the more he watched her do as Soobin said, no questions asked and tears pooled into his eyes, angry ones that he held back.
Both Soobin and his blonde bitch's moans and groans only grew louder as they kept at each other like animals, her giving him head and then him reciprocating, all this happening until they were both fully naked and he was sheathing himself with a condom right before he was pushing inside of her.
The tears spilled over and Yeonjun bit back a scream at them both, his hands now balled into fists so tight that his knuckles were white from the pressure he gave them.
With each thrust Soobin gave her and each time she begged for more, Yeonjun screamed quietly to himself, his breathing matching theirs that was heavy, all of them in sync without two of them knowing.
Yeonjun knew what was coming next, he always knew.
Soobin was rough with them, always in control, in demand of how their bodies were used for his pleasure only.
Yeonjun held his breath, his lungs aching as he watched Soobin wrap his fist around her hair and pull her up so he could kiss her so hard that she whimpered and it sent a chill up his spine.
Soobin screwed these girls like they were nothing but a means to an end, a scratch to his constant itch, as if he were an animal that had to be contained or he'd go wild, but Yeonjun didn't care.
Yeonjun wanted Soobin wild.
He wanted him with himself.
Yeonjun wanted Soobin to be his.
"Oh God, Soobin.... harder, please!"
Yeonjun's eye twitched and he dug his hand into the grass to keep from yanking the headphones out and screaming.
They always did this, always boosted Soobin's ego even further than it already was by screaming the house down in their awakened sexual appetite for him once he got them past the front door.
Yeonjun hated them because he wasn't in their place, but then again, he pitied them all because of only they knew what Soobin thought of each girl that left his house after he used them the same way he used condoms; disposal and easy to forget.
That made Yeonjun's anger regress itself a bit, the knowledge that these girls weren't anything special and they didn't know Soobin like he did.
Yeonjun knew everything, down to Soobin's birthday to why he got his first tattoo, to why he dealt with criminals on a daily basis when he was filthy rich and didn't need to dirty himself to even what type of woman he was truly attracted to.
All the secrets Soobin kept out of reach for the whores, Yeonjun knew.
And that made watching him lose himself in another girls body that much more bearable, because soon, Soobin would be losing himself in Yeonjun's, only he'd keep him.
Whether Soobin fucking liked it or not.
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It was coming up to six in the morning and Yeonjun had just ran down the hill from Soobin's house, gone into his car, changed his clothes into grey spandex gym shorts, a black sports tee that matched the stripes going down the shorts and his trainers.
All this effort to resemble just a regular ongoing runner and not anything else.
The only improvement Yeonjun gave himself was the contacts. They changed his eye color from their brown to a pretty sky blue that made his skin tone and black hair stand out much more.
The reason he did this was because he knew that despite his affinity for blonde skanks, Soobin had a secret thing for brunettes with light eyes.
His other reason for staying up all night through hours of sex and late night swims, besides the obvious was also to appreciate this moment coming up.
The moment being Soobin's plaything limping past the front gate, wobbly in her high heels and yesterday's dress on as she walked towards her car that happened to be parked in front of Yeonjun's.
Yeonjun feigned running into her, accidentally on purpose knocking her down and flat on her ass as he sputtered fake apologies about how clumsy he was and how he wasn't even paying attention.
"It's fine, I needed a wake up call anyways," The girl said in a hoarse voice that she then cleared once she realized she sounded like a frog with strep throat. Her eyes widened when she noticed her purse had fallen and opened onto the concrete to reveal all its contents — those being used condom wrappers. "Shit, I'm so embarrassed, let me just tak—"
"No worries, let me help you," Yeonjun smiled tensely, bending besides her to pick up the contents of her purse whilst humming to himself in amusement. Once he gave her all her things back and they both stood up, her red faced and embarrassed, and him as smiley as he could be. "You're all set."
She was a pretty girl if you overlooked the runny eyeliner and birds nest hair, but Yeonjun wouldn't call her the best Soobin had ever brought home. No, he'd seen models walk through that door that made him want to run and actually hit the treadmill and this girl wasn't one of them.
She looked at Yeonjun, eyeing him up as he stood there at six am, looking ready for a workout and cleared her throat, shifting on her feet nervously a he kept smiling at her.
It wasn't the Yeonjun way of doing things though.
He really couldn't just let her go like that...
"So, you must be his sister, right?" Yeonjun asked lightly, biting the inside of his cheek as a laugh bubbled up in his mouth, "Or a cousin? I see so many girls come in and out, but whenever I ask, all I get told is they're family. Are you Korean, too?"
This girls face reddened and she sputtered out a reply, a choked out laugh leaving her lips as she said no and shook her head.
"No, no... I'm Soobin's... friend."
Yeonjun's face paled as he feigned shock for the girl as he spoke next in hushed tones.
"Oh god, Seriously?" He asked her as he gripped her arm and she nodded, looking apprehensive at him. "Jesus, it's not my business, but from person to person, I'm entitled to help you out a little, but this is our secret, okay babe?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Look, it's a family secret because people don't want any gossip, but he— Soobin, I mean..." Yeonjun trailed off, biting his lip as if he were truly nervous, "He's not been the same since... He was diagnosed...."
At this the blonde's eyes widened and she took a step back, teetering on her shaky legs. "Diagnosed? What do you mean?"
"I can't say anymore, because people here don't gossip about him unless you wan to be relocated if you catch my drift. But, I'd get myself tested as soon as possible if I were you, hon. You could still have a chance, after all."
That was all it took to chase yet another girl off in a panicked run to the free clinic to get an STD test and away from Yeonjun's man.
Yeonjun watched in amusement as the girl stormed off in her car, the tires squealing against the pavement as she left and when she was gone, the laugh he'd been holding in, finally escaped.
"Fall for it every time," Yeonjun smirked to himself and snorted as another laugh left his lips.
However that laughter died when a few seconds later the wrought iron gates opened and out came the Choi Soobin.
His sunglasses on, cigarette in his mouth and his phone in his ear, wearing a fresh white T-shirt and jeans that had a rip in the knee along with those fancy, expensive boots he wore, his hair now messily styled.
Shit, what a sight in the morning.
His presence up close hit Yeonjun like a ton of bricks and he nearly fell on his own ass, he was that appealing.
Soobin walked past him, no doubt on his way to get his usual food from the cafe down the street like he did everyday, only this time he did a small double take when he saw Yeonjun.
Despite the dark frames of the man’s shades, Yeonjun felt the heat of that gaze all the way between his legs and heat crept up his cheeks.
That effect Soobin had on Yeonjun doubling when his lips tilted in the faintest of smiles his way.
Somebody had taken notice of the blue eyes, fake as they were.
"Morning," Soobin said quietly as he passed the other, his thick Ansan accent that much better up close.
Yeonjun preened as if he'd actually stroked him like a spoiled kitten and bit his bottom lip, a shiver curving his spine as he recalled just what that mouth of his could do when let loose on someone's body....
Oh yes, that wait Yeonjun talked about would definitely be gone soon.
He'd make sure of it.
And when Yeonjun was through with Soobin, he'd make sure he didn't want anybody else but him...
Not ever.