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[SMS]: `KITTEN -- Don't forget our arrangement, I've set the passcode to the one I previously gave you
[`sms to unknown number: God you're obnoxious message deleted[`sms to unknown number: Don't worry, I'm never late to an appointment.
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[SMS]: `KITTEN -- Kitten~
[SMS]: `KITTEN -- You know you miss me anyway
[SMS]: `KITTEN -- Don't ignore me...
[SMS]: `KITTEN -- Kitten~~
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[SMS]: `KITTEN -- You're ignoring me, aren't you?
[SMS]: `KITTEN -- I thought we had something special
It was all supposed to be a joke, as was anything JD would ever do. It started off as a joke when he teased playfully at the suggestion of a challenge— specifically making it so that Key would fall for the ‘JD charm’. “You don’t know what you don’t know what you want.” He stupidly started off, his signature goofy ear to ear grin curving plump lips as mischief filled his thoughts. When the little looks and smirks weren’t having much effect (that he visually couldn’t see, anyway), he moved onto skinship. When that failed, his little joke turned into full determination.
“Call them then.” A simple reply, voice low, yet full of concentration. It almost came off as a threat, though, tightening his grip around the blond’s wrists didn’t help make it seem as if it were anything else if the sort. He knew he was stronger than Key, no doubt. It were that fact and the man’s threat that pulled a confident smirk from the dealer.
"Kitten…" He calls out with a chuckle; his naturally playful approach turning sadistic as he knew how much Key hated that petname. He doesn’t finish the thought. Delving his head into the indentation of his collar bone, he plants a small kiss at the base. Tasting the blond’s skin (which was sweeter than he imagined), he slowly drags his tongue along the unmarked flesh of the escort’s neck. A low shameless groan heating wherever he touched— the sudden attack of pearly whites sinking into milky skin causes tightening hands to only tighten their grip.
Rising slightly with the other’s breath, he removes his lips, chuckling happily. “Oops, I have no idea what came over me.” He teased, as if he didn’t know. “Should I kiss it better, kitten?”
His eyes narrowed, his heart rate picking up speed and his mind racing a mile a minute in an attempt to figure his way out of this; he'd been in the business long enough to know he couldn't trust anyone, no matter how much they smiled and petted and cooed, and this bumbling idiot whose fingers were suddenly tightening challengingly around his undeniably weaker wrists was no exception. It didn't matter how attractive he might be or how good he probably was, he was the one in control, and Key didn't know how to willingly relinquish control, especially when his body, his body that was his property and his work and his means of living, was involved.
It didn't matter that Key had imagined what the lips behind that insufferable smirk could do. None of it mattered because Key wasn't in control. Key was always in control.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are-"
"Kitten..."
"Fuck. Off," Key all but growled, squirming underneath him in an ineffective attempt to get away from the onslaught of intimate affection, ignoring the invisible pinpoints of pleasant enough hot and cold left on his skin.
"Get off me--OW," he was interrupted by the sharp pinching of teeth attacking his skin, marking him, no doubt (and how dare he; Key belonged to no one), and he automatically struggled away from it, only to find himself rendered more immobile than he was before, strong fingers having tightened their grasp even further.
"No," he retorted casually with a bitter and sarcastic smile of his own, "I think you should go fuck yourself."
"You're all mine!"
A sharp exhale escaped him at the sudden attack, his stomach clenching (whether pleasantly or unpleasantly, he wasn't so sure) at the sight of that stupid, stupid face with that stupid, stupid grin hovering inches above his own. He'd been in this position many times before, with many people, people who were complete strangers to him, and not once had he felt as vulnerable as he did now, pinned down by determined hands and an equally determined stare; he never felt vulnerable, he hated feeling vulnerable, and he hated JD for making him feel anything near it.
His eyes narrowed, and he wished the daggers he was glaring up at the other male were real and tangible and deadly. His voice was dangerously low to match.
"You either pay up or get off me, or I'm calling the cops."
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37/100 of that one guy I don’t like at all
|| Distractions ||
“If you keep it up i’m going to do something you wouldn’t like.”
JD was bored. Somehow he managed to sweet talk (and bother the living hell out of) Key into coming back to his usual room in the more exclusive parts of the club— drinks offered just as always. It hadn’t been long since their arrival in the seemingly condensed space, but as the seconds ticked by with the lack of alcohol, the more antsy JD had become.
Biting gently on his bottom lip in impatient frustration, he just stares at the blond that sat adjacent from him, leg crossed over the other, as he so flawlessly ignores his company as he checked whatever social media he took part in— ‘classic Key’, he thinks to himself as for the first time in a while the thought of being ignored honestly bothers him. Unlikely of JD’s character to give in to another’s persistence of ignoring him, he didn’t know what it was about Key lately that got him so worked up.
“Yah… are you seriously ignoring me?” He asks for probably the fourth time since they had seated themselves. ‘What’s taking them so long?’
He couldn’t stand it when people deliberately checked their phones around company. Even for the dealer, he never would do so when with a customer, even if there had been a call for another deal. It was rude. JD didn’t like rude. And seeing how Key were disinterested in listening to his protest, he decided to somewhat act out of character. A punishment of sorts as he just couldn’t stand being blatantly ignored.
In a quick fluid movement, he was on his feet, circling around the couch the blond was settled in.
“Stop it.”
Voice low. Hovering behind the sitting man, a mischievous smirk finds its way to thick lips. Grooming fingers finding their way in blond tufts, combing through them adoringly momentarily, he decides to take care of the situation in his own way.
“Do you really dislike me that much?” he asks, pertaining to the unsettling silence the other had been giving him since their first sitting. Another hand finds it way to the man’s shoulder, massaging caresses kneading firm, but gently.
“Kitten.”
He calls out sweetly, practically purring the petname into his ear.
“Play with me, Kitten.”
He coos lovingly; a hand working its way down into the dip of the v-neck he had been sporting. Dragging lithe fingers across his chet, soft lips finds exposed flesh at the crook of his neck, leaving a trail of sweet kisses, a chuckle brushes over each one softly.
“If you don’t play with me, I’m gonna play with you.”
{‘it was like the room was on fire, his face contorts from complete discomfort, the source being the fabrics that clung to his body to what seemed to be too snugly} Fuck… its so hot. {‘tugging from beneath the tank, he fans himself with the fabric, finding somewhat of relief as a delighted sigh passes thick lips; head lulling to the side as he closed his eyes as he alleviated himself} What promise? [‘he repeats back, sounding as if he too had no recollection of one ever being made; he keeps fanning, smiling to himself} You… you you. . call me an idiot, but you already forgot, didn’t you? {‘gravity begins to turn against him as he tried his best to just look in the man’s direction; but having it being he already consumed double than what he knew he should have, it wasn’t entirely his fault for collapsing into the blond’s lap— head rested with a glossy gaze turned up, he drunkenly smiles as he reached for the man’s face, never really succeeding in touching it} Sooooooo pretty. {‘he unawaringly voices subconscious thoughts} So pretty… yet, soooooooo dense. Our promise… you promised me staying the night… {‘he shuts his eyes, the same drunken smile spreading even wider as he aimlessly points at the man, incidentally shoving his finger into his cheek} and that I can kiss you all I want.
{` he rolls his eyes, arbitrarily patting around the couch in hopes of finding his phone, though it's likely an impossible task considering his current state; he thinks about getting up to look, but he doesn't really get that option when the large male frame collapses into his lap, still smiling stupidly up at him } Ew, get off me {` he mutters lazily, weakly shoving at the heavy weight sprawled in his lap and simultaneously dodging the wandering hand reaching for his face; maybe he shouldn't have done that, the rapid movement has his head spinning even more } Of course I'm pretty, tell me something I don't know. {` in reality, he hasn't really forgotten about the promise; he thought maybe he could get out of it by feigning that he had. that doesn't seem to be working } I promised you could pass out on my couch. That's it. You're not even allowed to use my bathroom. {` he corrects, weaving his way around the implications 'staying the night' has to offer; the last part of the man's drunken ramblings takes a few extra moments to register in the fog of his brain, and he frowns and lets out a small laugh at the same time, because his words are idiotic and absurd, but for some reason he finds the fact that he's poking him in the cheek rather funny. he lightly swats the hand away with another small chuckle, determined to look stern and annoyed at the implication that he'd ever let this idiot kiss him, especially for free but too distracted by the stupidly humorous (not endearing at all, nope) face in his lap } Yah, I never agreed to that.
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if you're never safe?
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"Take this." He instructs as he actually doesn’t give the other the chance to hold the item he held in his hands. Quickly securing the violet restraint around the man’s neck with a playful grin; it was a perfect fit. "Now take this." He instructs once more, hand fishing in his jacket pocket as he pulls a couple of bills from it. Accumulating just under 300,000 won, showing it off with the same, stupid, grin. Shoving the bills into the blond’s pocket without consent, he chuckles. "That’s 200,000 for wearing this for two seconds. The other 100,000 though…" Looping a finger in the ring, he gives the collar a careless tug, forcing the man to fall into his abrasive gesture. Pulling him in, he catches the man’s lips with his own pair— kissing him momentarily.
Releasing him from his hold, he hums an innocent chuckle.
"I just wanted to see what it’d be like having you as my bitch for two seconds. Oh. You can keep that, by the way."
"What the hell?"
He automatically reaches up to tug at the foreign object around his neck, but he doesn't get a chance to before fingers are stuffing his pockets with bills. He glances down at where his jeans are being invaded then back up at the other male, scowling in obvious annoyance. "Yah have you lost your--" He let's out a small yelp when he's suddenly yanked forward by the collar, a sound that's swallowed by the lips against his own, and it takes him the moment or two the kiss lasts to register what's going on.
He simultaneously shoves him away and advances on him, glaring murderously in his direction as he roughly tugs the collar off, forcing into the brunet's chest. "Try anything like that again," he hisses, "And I'll kill you."
