At the Park estate, the night felt unusually heavy.
Juwon paced his room for the fifth time, tossing his phone onto the bed only to snatch it up again seconds later. Normally by now, Taemin would have sent some stupid, teasing message or shown up uninvited just to irritate him. But today? Nothing.
No "cute" nicknames. No smirking emojis. No annoying but secretly addictive presence.
Finally, Juwon gave in and dialed his number. It rang. And rang. No answer.
Meanwhile, across the city, the pounding bass of a club drowned out almost everything.
Taemin sat at the bar, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand, the dim neon lights painting his face in shifting shades of blue and red.
"Back here after so long, huh?" Mingyu, leaning casually beside him, tilted his drink toward him. "Didn't think I'd see you in this place again."
Taemin didn't respond. He just swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his mind far from the noise around him.
Ever since Rinwoo told him about the Lee Park rivalry, he'd been thinking. Juwon had no idea what kind of mess Taemin's world really was. And the truth was, Taemin didn't hate him far from it. But his presence could cause Juwon trouble he didn't deserve.
So for once, he decided to stay away.
His phone buzzed on the counter again. And again. Juwon's name lighting up the screen every time.
He stared at it for a moment before finally typing back a short reply: At a party. Can't meet tonight.
Back at the Park estate, Juwon read the message with a frown. It didn't feel like Taemin. The words were too plain, too distant.
He sat back on his bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen. Something was off he could feel it in his gut.
And Juwon hated it.
Juwon's patience finally snapped. He grabbed his jacket, shoved his phone into his pocket, and stormed out of the Park estate.
If Taemin wasn't going to come to him, then fine he'd go to Taemin.
By the time he reached the club, the air was thick with bass and flashing lights, the crowd swaying under pulsing strobes. It took him a moment to spot the guarded entrance to the VIP section, but once he did, he didn't hesitate.
Inside, the scene hit him like a punch.
Taemin was slouched on a velvet couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of him, his shirt collar loose. Sitting on his lap was a slim, pretty boy in a glittery crop top femboy type who was leaning into him, trailing kisses down Taemin's neck.
"Come on, just one night," the boy coaxed, fingers curling in Taemin's shirt.
Taemin said nothing, just kept drinking. But the alcohol was hitting him hard, and somewhere between one swallow and the next, his head tilted and his lips found the boy's.
The sharp sound of a chair scraping broke the moment.
The femboy barely had time to gasp before a hand yanked him by the hair, dragging him back from Taemin's lap.
It was Juwon.
His eyes were blazing, his jaw tight as he stood over them. "Stay. Away. From my man."
The femboy froze, his mouth parting. "Y–Your… boyfriend?"
Juwon's glare didn't waver.
Something in his tone made the femboy pale, realizing he'd just been playing with someone else's territory. Without another word, he scrambled off Taemin's lap, grabbing his tiny purse and bolting out of the booth, sensing the tension everyone else left.
Now it was just the two of them.
Taemin blinked up at Juwon, the alcohol haze not enough to hide the flicker of shock in his eyes.
Taemin stared up at Juwon, eyes glassy from the alcohol, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"…You're here?" His voice was low, almost disbelieving, like he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.
That's when Juwon's hand came down hard.
The slap cracked through the VIP booth loud enough to turn heads outside. Taemin's head jerked to the side, his cheek stinging instantly.
The haze in his eyes cleared in an instant. He blinked, his breathing shaky, then slowly slid off the couch until he was kneeling on both knees in front of Juwon. His voice wavered.
"…Is it really you, Juwon?"
Juwon didn't soften. He grabbed a fistful of Taemin's hair, yanking his head back until their eyes locked.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Juwon's voice was cold, but underneath it was something sharper ....pain. "Letting some stranger sit on you like that? Kissing them? Do you have any idea what it looked like when I walked in?"
Taemin winced at the grip but didn't pull away. His eyes searched Juwon's face, like he was trying to explain but couldn't find the words.
"I… I wasn't.."
"Save it," Juwon cut him off, his hand still tangled in Taemin's hair.
The music outside the booth kept pounding, but inside, the tension was thick enough to suffocate.
Taemin's eyes flickered with something unreadable before he looked down, his voice low and pouty.
"It's not like we're dating or anything," he muttered. "I can do whatever I want."
The words were gasoline on fire.
Juwon's grip in his hair tightened until Taemin let out a sharp hiss. "You really think that?" Juwon's voice was low, dangerous.
Before Taemin could answer, Juwon yanked him forward and crashed their mouths together.
It wasn't a kiss it was a collision. Harsh. Hungry. Possessive.
Taemin froze for a split second, then his lips curled into a smirk against Juwon's mouth. His hands slid around Juwon's slim waist, pulling him in until there was no space left between them.
The kiss deepened, turning rougher, messier a silent battle of pride and want. Teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and neither was willing to back down.
By the time they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, lips swollen and raw, the faint metallic taste of blood lingering.
Juwon's eyes were still blazing, and Taemin… Taemin was smiling like he'd just won something.
The moment their lips parted, the air between them crackled with tension electric and unrelenting. Taemin's smirk only widened as he watched Juwon's chest rise and fall, his usually composed expression shattered by the force of their kiss.
But then, something shifted.
Juwon's grip loosened in Taemin's hair, his fingers trembling slightly before sliding down to rest against the back of his neck less demanding, almost hesitant. His breath hitched when Taemin's thumbs brushed over his hips, possessive but gentle now, guiding instead of challenging.
Taemin tilted his head, studying the way Juwon's lashes fluttered, the way his lips still wet from their kiss parted just slightly. The fire in Juwon's eyes had dimmed, replaced by something darker, needier.
Taemin's grin softened into something knowing, almost tender. He leaned in, close enough that his lips ghosted over Juwon's ear as he murmured, "You just wanted me to pay attention to you, didn't you?"
Juwon shuddered. His hands fisted in Taemin's shirt, but there was no force behind it just an unspoken plea.
Chuckling low in his throat, Taemin nipped at Juwon's jaw before soothing it with his tongue. "You could've just asked, baby."
Juwon exhaled sharply, his head tipping back as Taemin's mouth trailed down his throat, teeth scraping lightly over his pulse. The booth was secluded, the bass from the club music thrumming around them, but all Juwon could focus on was the way Taemin's hands slid under his shirt, warm and sure.
"What do you want my master " Taemin coaxed, his voice a velvet command.
Juwon's breath stuttered. ".I..Want you to stop looking at others."
Taemin hummed, pleased. "And now?"
Juwon's fingers tightened in Taemin's hair again, but this time, it wasn't to pull him away it was to keep him close. "Look at me instead."
Taemin laughed, low and sweet, before obliging.
And when their lips met again, it wasn't a battle it was a surrender.
The air between them was thick with want, the dim lights of the VIP booth casting shadows over Juwon's flushed skin as Taemin leaned into him, their bodies pressed flush together. There was no more resistance just the quiet understanding of who they were to each other in moments like this.
Taemin's hands, usually so playful, moved with deliberate purpose now, tracing the sharp lines of Juwon's waist before slipping beneath the hem of his shirt. His touch was warm, possessive in a way that made Juwon's breath hitch.
"You're so pretty like this," Taemin murmured, lips brushing against Juwon's jaw. "All worked up just for me."
Juwon shivered, fingers tightening in Taemin's hair not to pull him away, but to anchor himself. His usual dominance had melted into something softer, needier, and Taemin reveled in it.
Slowly, Taemin guided Juwon back against the plush leather of the booth, his mouth trailing down the column of his throat, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. Juwon arched into the touch, a quiet gasp escaping him when Taemin's teeth grazed his collarbone.
"Taemin" juwon gasped
"I know," Taemin soothed, his voice a low hum against Juwon's skin. His hands slid lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of Juwon's pants, teasing. "You don't have to say it. I'll take care of you."
Juwon's breath came faster, his body responding eagerly to Taemin's touch. There was something intoxicating about the way Taemin could unravel him like this gentle but firm,
When Taemin finally closed his hand around him, Juwon's head fell back with a soft moan, his hips lifting instinctively into the touch. Taemin watched him with dark, satisfied eyes, his strokes slow and deliberate, drawing out every little sound, every shudder.
"That's it," Taemin murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of Juwon's mouth. "Let me hear you."
Juwon's fingers dug into Taemin's shoulders, his usual composure long gone. He was pliant under Taemin's touch, his breath coming in ragged bursts as pleasure coiled tight in his stomach.
Taemin could feel him getting closer, his own body aching with need, but this wasn't about him right now. This was about Juwon about the way his voice broke when Taemin twisted his wrist just right, about the way his thighs trembled when Taemin whispered filthy praise against his skin.
"Come for me," Taemin urged, his voice rough with want.
And Juwon did, with a choked-off gasp and Taemin's name on his lips, his body arching off the seat as pleasure crashed over him. Taemin held him through it, murmuring soft, meaningless words against his skin until Juwon slumped back, boneless and spent.
For a moment, they just breathed together, the noise of the club fading into the background. Then Juwon's hand slid down Taemin's chest, his touch lazy but insistent.
"I....want you inside..m..me" he murmured, his voice still hazy but with that familiar edge of command creeping back in.
Taemin grinned, leaning in to kiss him again. "Huh?"
Juwon's fingers curled around his waist, pulling him closer. "Don't make me ask twice."
And just like that, the balance shifted again.
(Hey what are you waiting for ?😏)
Daon & Eunjae's Wedding Day
The wedding hall was transformed into a dreamscape by noon.
Crystal chandeliers spilled golden light over the room, reflecting off ivory silk drapes that framed the massive glass windows. Rows of white roses lined the aisle, their scent so sweet it clung to the air.
The stage at the end of the aisle had been dressed with a towering floral arch roses, lilies, and baby's breath all intertwined with thin strings of fairy lights that twinkled like stars. A live string quartet was already softly playing romantic pieces, and waiters in crisp black suits moved elegantly between tables, topping up champagne flutes.
Guests began arriving one by one high-profile CEOs, well-known actors, political figures all dressed.
Taekyun stood tall and composed beside Mr. Lee, his sharp black suit fitting him like it had been tailored by the gods. Rinwoo, on the other hand, was dressed in a simple but elegant cream suit, his soft features giving him an almost ethereal glow. He kept fussing with his sleeves and smoothing his hair, unused to being in such a glamorous crowd.
The ceremony began smoothly.
Daon and Eunjae stood side by side at the altar, exchanging vows. Applause rang out when the rings were exchanged, and the officiant declared them officially married.
It should have ended there.
But Eunjae had other plans.
The moment they stepped off the stage, Eunjae's friends barged into the hall, hyped and already half-drunk. One of them signaled the DJ, and in an instant, the gentle classical music was replaced by a thumping, bass-heavy track that shook the floor.
Eunjae grinned wide, mischievous, and completely unbothered by Daon's shocked expression. Without hesitation, he grabbed a whiskey bottle from the drinks table, popped the cork, and took a swig straight from the bottle.
Gasps rippled through the hall.
"Eunjae!" Daon's voice was sharp, his face flushed whether from embarrassment or rage, no one could tell. He tried to snatch the bottle from Eunjae, but the man was already moving to the center of the dance floor.
"Come on, loosen up, Daon!" Eunjae laughed, his tie already yanked halfway loose. And then… he started dancing. Not a polite, wedding-appropriate sway, but a full-on stripper-style grind, his hips rolling to the beat while his friends cheered.
The crowd didn't know whether to laugh or pretend it wasn't happening.
Mr. Lee didn't laugh. He turned to Daon with a sharp whisper, "Stop him before this becomes a scandal!"
Before Daon could even react, Eunjae spotted Rinwoo.
"Ohhh, look who's hiding in the corner! Come here, pretty boy!" Eunjae shouted, striding toward him.
Rinwoo froze, glancing at Taekyun instinctively. His husband was across the hall, his eyes locked on him like a warning, his jaw clenched tight. But with so many reporters and socialites present, Taekyun stayed rooted to his spot.
Eunjae didn't care. He grabbed Rinwoo's wrist, pulling him onto the dance floor. "Don't be shy! It's a celebration! Drink!"
Before Rinwoo could protest, Eunjae shoved the whiskey bottle toward his lips. The sharp burn of alcohol hit his throat, making him cough, but Eunjae only laughed and spun him around in a messy dance.
Flustered and panicked, Rinwoo's gaze kept darting back to Taekyun who was watching with dark, stormy eyes but holding himself back. He looked like he was one second away from crossing the room, but the presence of media cameras kept him chained to his spot.
Meanwhile, Mr. Lee was already barking orders to the security team, "Get them off the floor. Now."
The music kept pounding, Eunjae kept laughing, and Rinwoo was stuck in the middle of it cheeks flushed from both alcohol and embarrassment, his heart pounding harder than the bass.
The music was still pounding when the whispers began to spread like wildfire.
"Isn't that… Mr. Lee's older son's spouse?"
"Why's he being hidden away all this time?"
"Why both Lee sons only marry men? Is this some kind of… arrangement?"
Phones were up now, camera flashes blinding. Reporters were firing questions at Mr. Lee from the press section.
"Mr. Lee, is that the husband of your eldest son?"
"Why has the public never seen him before?"
"Why are both your sons only marrying men? Is this a political statement or personal preference?"
Mr. Lee's jaw was iron. He waved off the questions, his PR smile brittle as he signaled for the guards again.
On the other side of the room, Mr. Hong Eunjae's father looked like he'd aged ten years in two minutes. He moved toward his son, whispering urgently, "Eunjae, stop this right now. Do you have any idea..."
But Eunjae wasn't listening. His grin was razor-sharp, his grip on Rinwoo's arm almost possessive as he swayed him to the music. Inside, his mind was cold and calculated this wasn't drunken chaos. This was deliberate.
A promise is a promise.
He'd sworn he'd find a way to humiliate the Lee family.
The final straw snapped.
Taekyun, who had been standing rigid with self-control, suddenly moved. His long strides cut across the floor like a predator, eyes locked on Rinwoo not even sparing a glance for Eunjae.
He grabbed Rinwoo's wrist in a single, unyielding motion. The force made Rinwoo stumble forward, startled, as the chatter in the hall spiked.
Gasps. More camera flashes.
Without a word to anyone, Taekyun dragged Rinwoo out of the dance floor, out of the hall entirely, his grip so tight it was almost painful.
Rinwoo looked back once, just in time to see Eunjae concerned face.
The door of the car slammed shut beside Rinwoo, the sound echoing in his ears like a warning bell.
Taekyun's presence filled the car heavy, suffocating.
Rinwoo's voice came out small, trembling.
"D-Don't be mad… please… I—"
But Taekyun didn't answer. The engine roared to life. The tires screeched as they tore out of the venue's parking lot.
Streetlights blurred past the windows as the speed climbed. Rinwoo's hands gripped the edge of the seat, knuckles white. His chest felt tight, every beat of his heart hammering louder than the wind rushing outside.
"T-Taekyun… please… slow down… you're scaring me…" Rinwoo's voice cracked, desperate.
The only response was Taekyun's voice, sharp enough to cut through the air.
"Shut up."
The words hit Rinwoo like a slap. His breath hitched, tears welling.
Taekyun's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched so tight a vein pulsed in his temple. His eyes stayed locked on the road, but the fury in them burned through the glass.
"You should've thought about that before dancing like that in the middle of the hall in front of everyone."
Rinwoo shook his head, tears spilling freely now.
"I-I didn't… I didn't want to… He...he pulled me..."
"Do you think the media cares about your excuses?!" Taekyun snapped, his voice a thunderclap in the confined space. "They're already talking about you about us. Every camera was on you."
The tears wouldn't stop. Rinwoo turned his face toward the window, shoulders shaking, trying to breathe past the fear clawing at his throat.
Taekyun's gaze flickered sideways for half a second, catching the sight of Rinwoo's trembling profile and something inside him twisted. But instead of softening, he pressed harder on the accelerator, the hum of the engine rising like his temper.
The chaos hadn't settled.
Two of the Lee estate guards shoved Eunjae's rowdy friends toward the exit, ignoring their drunken protests. Broken glasses crunched underfoot, and the smell of spilled whiskey clung to the air.
Daon's voice was tight, low enough for only Eunjae to hear, his hand gripping his arm.
"Stop this. You're embarrassing yourself."
Eunjae leaned in close, breath heavy with alcohol, and whispered with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes.
"Oh, Daon… this is just the beginning."
The words landed like a threat, his tone dripping with mockery.
Cameras clicked in rapid succession, and the barrage of questions from the press only grew sharper.
"Why marry a man like him into the Lee family?"
"Is this a love marriage or an arranged one?"
"Mr. Lee, is it true your first son's husband is here tonight?"
"Why has he been hidden from public view?"
Daon's jaw tightened, but he didn't answer. The controlled expression on his face was cracking at the edges, his patience thinning under the spotlight.
Across the hall, Mr. Hong was already trying to drag his son away from the chaos, panic etched in every line of his face. But Eunjae only pulled free, grinning like a man who wanted to watch the world burn.
Meanwhile, in the far corner, Taemin was sprawled casually in his seat, legs crossed, champagne glass in hand. He wasn't looking at the mess on the dance floor.. no, he was grinning at his phone, thumbs flying over the screen.
The corners of his lips curled higher with every reply from Juwon, the noise of the wedding fading into the background. While the rest of the hall was a battlefield, he looked like a man completely detached from reality, basking in a private little world where only his messages mattered.