Eight

Wolfgang

When my brother, Yunho, and I returned to his penthouse that night, I felt like a fucking train had run me over.

I hadn't gotten more than four hours of sleep in the last three days. The moment I spotted Kyungjoon any thought of tiredness vanished into thin air. His hair wasn't an ugly shade of brown anymore, it wasn't the red he'd had before he'd run away but it was close and he looked fucking amazing even with a swollen lip.

After dinner, with Soohyuk and Yunho, we returned to our apartment.

I sensed something was off though.

Kyungjoon hurried into the bedroom as if he couldn't wait to get away from me. Unfortunately for him, that was the room I wanted him in any way. I followed and closed the door with a bang. Kyungjoon sent me an annoyed look but didn't say anything.

He turned his back to me and rummaged in the drawers, I walked up to him, slipped my arms around his waist and pulled him against me.

"You are thinking too much. Why don't you let me distract you?"

I sucked the skin over his pulse point into my mouth.

At first, he tensed but then he relaxed against me.

"How do I know you're not going to play with me again?"

Kyungjoon's voice had a strange quality to it but I wasn't in the mood to talk about emotions.

I kissed my way down to his collarbone and slipped my hand lower, cupping his ass through his clothes.

He arched into me.

I smirked against his heated skin.

My feisty husband smelled of flowers mixed in his very own delicious scent, "Don't worry, my feisty husband. I want to taste you all night long. be ready, I want to make you come over and over again."

I felt him tremble against me, his hand clamped down on mine, pressing me harder against him. He made a greedy sound in the back of his throat. I licked his shoulder as my fingers slipped under his pants and panties, brushing his trembling cock.

I stifled a groan at the feel of his arousal.

It took all my self-control not to dip my tongue into his asshole right away.

I parted his legs apart with my knee as I brushed my fingertips over his leaking cock. I felt Kyungjoon tremble, his skin started to heat up from the arousal. He leaned his head back against my shoulder as I delved deeper, my fingers going lower until I felt his slick around his entrance. I traced his rim a little before slipping my middle finger into him, at the same time Kyungjoon reached back and grasped my cock through my pants.

I growled, then thrust against his palm and I slid another finger into him.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

Kyungjoon's inner walls clamped around my fingers like a vice, I couldn't wait to replace them with my cock. I was too fucking horny to take things slow or be gentle. I fucked him with my fingers, relishing in the feel of his juices on my skin, the sounds coming from his sweet, potty mouth. I then used my other hand to rub my thumb over his cock's leaking precum.

He moved his hips in rhythm with my thrusting, and the grip on my cock tightened almost painfully.

It felt fucking fantastic.

"Fuck, yes," Kyungjoon gasped, his body stiffening against mine.

I kept thrusting as I felt his orgasm ripple through.

When Kyungjoon finished cumming his body went limp and relaxed, I lifted him into my arms and carried him over to our bed. I didn't give him time to recover. I pulled down his pants and panties, and climbed between his legs, not caring if I was shoving them apart.

My eyes took in his glorious ass, I groped one of his asscheeks to see his gaping hole glistening and perfectly pink.

Unlike some boys, Kyungjoon wasn't shy about his body, he didn't try to shield himself from me.

He let me admire him and returned my gaze without hesitation.

'Kyungjoon, my husband, was fucking perfect.'

I growled, my eyes flashing red, "Fuck, that looks perfect. You're perfect, my husband."

Never taking my eyes off him, I lowered my head. He tensed when my lips almost touched his rosette but I stopped to draw in a deep breath of his intoxicating scent.

Kyungjoon bucked his hips and whimpered, a silent demand that made me smirk.

I didn't need convincing, I took a long lick from his balls up to his perfectly tight, pink rosette.

My dick excitedly twitched in response to my husband's heady taste.

'Fuck. I dove in, licking and nibbling.'

He rewarded me with breathless moans as his fingers dug into the blankets. I licked his leaking slick and sucked his asshole into my mouth, gently teasing them until Kyungjoon started squirming on the bed. My tongue ravaged his tight inner muscles, enjoying the feeling of being clamped down.

I took my time, bringing him close only to pull back over and over again.

Kyungjoon's moans turned into cries as he came a second time.

Watching his body arch up in ecstasy was the best sight in the world.

My hard-on was almost painful.

When Kyungjoon came down from his high, I released him and quickly scrambled off the bed.

I needed to fuck Kyungjoon now or I'd lose my mind.

I got out of my pants and briefs but didn't bother with my shirt, Kyungjoon surprised me by kneeling on the bed and wrapping his fingers around my cock. His lust-filled doe eyes were almost challenging when he brought his mouth down and closed his lips around my length.

I growled low, my eyes flashing a brighter hue, as my fingers brushed Kyungjoon's hair away from his face to have a better view of his mouth taking in my cock.

The sight of my feisty husband almost made me shoot my cum right then and there but I tried to calm myself down. I then focused on Kyungjoon as he slowly, at first, then faster, sucked me.

His pink lips stretched around my thick width, I wanted to come in his mouth with him looking up at me like that, but even more than that I wanted to feel his tight ass again.

My feisty Kyungjoon circled my tip with his pink tongue before he took me almost in until I hit the back of his tight throat then he pulled back abruptly and wiped his mouth.

He raised his eyebrows, "How do you like it when I stop like that?"

I chuckled.

'Was he trying to make me pay for this morning?'

Kyungjoon chose a bad time, I gently pushed him down on the bed and I climbed on top of him. I hooked my hands under his knees and parted him further with a wicked smirk. Essentially folding him in half as I pressed my erection against his hot opening.

His eyes grew wide, but I didn't give him time for a reaction before I started to slowly slide into Kyungjoon.

Kyungjoon was still tight and his face flushed with discomfort at my intrusion. I slowed further, easing into him and giving him time to grow accustomed to my cock.

Yesterday I hadn't been careful because I hadn't known the truth but today I wanted to make him cum with me.

I watched his face closely until I'd sheathed myself completely in his tight channel.

I paused for a moment as he gripped my shoulders, the challenge returning to his heated gaze.

"Are you going to stay like that, or are you ever going to start moving, dear husband?"

"Oh, I'll move."

I punctuated my words with a short experimental thrust to see how he'd react. There was no sign of discomfort this time and I was fucking glad. I needed to fuck him now, and I didn't want to hold back.

Keeping my eyes on his face, I established a hard fast rhythm, not as hard as I'd have liked but Kyungjoon was probably still sore even if he wouldn't admit it. He was tight, his inner muscles clenched around my cock in a mind-blowing way.

Every moan I drew from his gorgeous lips felt like a fucking victory because it was obvious he was trying to keep them all in. I changed the angle and drove even deeper into him.

Another lust-filled moan slipped out.

I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around his cum drenched cock, I needed Kyungjoon to cum a third time, my orgasm was already close and there was no fucking way I'd cum before him.

I thrusted hard and deep, and Kyungjoon's eyes grew wide, his face twisting with pleasure.

He grasped the sides of my back, fingernails scratching my skin and leaving marks on me.

I lost it.

I fucked him even harder, losing every shred of control.

Heady lust clouded my vision as I spilt into him.

I growled against his throat before biting over my marking, re-marking what is mine.

I didn't let go and drew a little blood but his scent calmed me down as I spilt myself in my husband. Kyungjoon breathed heavily when my body stilled, I faintly remember Kyungjoon screaming as he spilt his cum on his sweaty chest. I slowly let him go and raised my head, smiling down at his flushed face, even when he scowled.

It was almost adorable that Kyungjoon was still trying to keep up the show.

Slowly I pulled out of him.

He winced but quickly masked it.

"Sore?" I asked as I stretched out beside him and touched his stomach. He didn't push me away, only shrugged in response. I moved his body closer and kissed a spot right below his ear, just right above my mark, "Has sex turned you mute my dear husband?"

"You wish," Kyungjoon muttered, his voice slower and more relaxed than usual.

"No, that would be boring. The things coming out of your mouth are more entertaining than you think, Kyungjoon."

He gave me a look, "I'm glad I amuse you."

"Me too."

Like last night I waited for him to fall asleep before I relaxed.

I wasn't sure if that would ever change.

~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~

The next few days followed the same routine until one night when Kyungjoon's breathing didn't slow like it usually did. I was fucking tired and quickly losing my fight against sleepiness.

"You always wait for me to fall asleep first," he said into the darkness inside our room, startling me awake.

Of course, he'd noticed, "Sometimes I forget how observant you are, Kyungjoon."

He turned around, facing me in the dark. I could make out the white of his eyes and the contours of his head but not much more, "Why?"

"I'm a wary bastard."

"Do you think I'd kill you in your sleep?"

It was hard to gauge his emotions without seeing his expression and I fucking hated it, "Have you been thinking about it?" It was meant to sound like a joke but came out way too serious.

"No, I can't stand the sight of blood."

"That's the only reason I don't have one of my knives stuck in my back?"

"No. Killing you wouldn't get me out of this apartment. I don't know the code for the elevator."

"That's a relief," I muttered. I wasn't sure if he was teasing or not, "You don't seem that unhappy in our marriage."

"We've been married for only a few days and you're never around, that's a plus. And maybe... I'm a good actor."

"I guess it's good that I don't trust you then."

"Yes," he said seriously.

"I suppose you want to scare me?" I asked in a low murmur, leaning close to him so that I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"I don't think there's anything or anyone that could scare you," Kyungjoon whispered back.

"Everyone's scared of something. Why would I be different?"

"Because you are the scariest person I know."

I paused.

He didn't sound like he was kidding.

"Are you scared of me?"

The silence was my answer.

I reached for his arm, "Kyungjoon?"

"Yes," came his sleepy reply.

"Why?"

But his breathing had calmed.

He had fallen asleep.

'What was I supposed to do with his admittance?'

I'd never given him a reason to fear me.

'Okay, he'd seen me do some scary shit, but I'd never done anything to him.'

With that thought in my mind, it took me a long time to fall asleep.

~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~

The next day Kyungjoon didn't mention our conversation from the previous night.

I had a feeling he hated that he'd been honest. I'd never shied back from a topic but I didn't ask him again why he was scared of me.

I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

Kyungjoon kept touching his lip during breakfast.

It wasn't swollen anymore.

"Let me take a look," I said, pushing his hand away, "I think we can pull the stitches."

He grimaced, "Now?"

"Scared?" I teased him because I couldn't help myself.

"No, of course not," he said.

I wondered if he referred to more than the stitches, so I got up and led him into the bathroom where I kept my medical kits.

Kyungjoon didn't protest when I lifted him onto the wash table and stepped between his legs this time.

I took small scissors from the kit, "Open your mouth."

He did but gave me a warning look as if he thought I had something naughty in mind.

I smirked and kissed his nose, "Do you know how kids always get a treat as a reward after they see the doctor?"

Kyungjoon rolled his eyes but didn't push my hand away when I pressed my cock against his jeans.

"Be a good boy and you shall be rewarded."

I drew back, enjoying the scowl on Kyungjoon's face. He didn't get the chance for a retort because I started working on his stitches, it didn't take long and Kyungjoon winced only twice.

"Done," I said, setting down the scissors and tweezers, "Do you want your reward now?" I rubbed his cock.

Kyungjoon glared.

"You just have to say the words," He pressed his lips together, "No?" I asked, taking a step back as I stopped touching him.

"As if I need you for that," he said snidely, then he opened his jeans and hand to grasp his cock.

I exhaled as I watched him fist himself, "Fuck."

I stepped up to him and ripped his jeans and underwear apart in two and left the rest down his legs.

Kyungjoon didn't stop caressing himself, his fingers rubbed his cock into a frantic rhythm, his thumb rubbing his cock head nimbly while he watched me through glaring doe eyes.

It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

"Open your legs a bit wider," I ordered.

To my surprise, Kyungjoon obeyed.

His eyes were clouded with lust as he teased himself.

'Damn, I could see slick leaking out.'

I leaned back against the wall, tugged down my zipper and pulled out my cock.

Kyungjoon stroked himself even faster when I wrapped my hand around my hard-on and started jerking off.

"This is messed up," he whispered.

He didn't take his eyes off my cock and I couldn't take my eyes off his nimble fingers.

"Who cares?" I growled, "Put a finger in your tight ass, my dear husband."

Kyungjoon slipped one finger into his tight opening.

"Another one," I demanded.

'Fuck, I couldn't fucking take any more.'

I staggered forward, shoved his hand away and buried myself deep in him.

Kyungjoon shuddered around me as his orgasm rippled through him.

After a few thrusts, I came too.

"This is so messed up," he said again, his voice huffed.

I didn't pull out of him yet, I rested my forehead against his shoulder and caught my breath, "Messed up is good."

"I knew you'd say that."

~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~

"This thing is fucking annoying," he said after another round of sex that evening, wiggling his leg with the ankle monitor in the air.

It had bothered me too the few times I'd come into contact with it during sex, but I wouldn't risk taking it off.

Not only would Yunho blow a gasket, but I'd also have to supervise Kyungjoon myself 24/7 without the monitor.

"You'll get used to it."

I tried to pull him against me but he slipped away, moving to the edge of our bed.

"No cuddling as long as I have to wear this thing," Kyungjoon retorted.

I laughed, "As long as you don't ban sex."

"Maybe I will do that."

I moved my hand down from his firm stomach and trailed a finger over his cock, "Why would you want to punish yourself like that?"

"You are an arrogant bastard. You think your cock is magic but let me tell you something - It isn't."

Kyungjoon didn't shove my hand away from where it was stroking him, he didn't notice but he'd parted his legs a bit more to give me better access. I lightly traced his inner thigh's soft skin, trailing it to his cock.

I loved his silkiness and the way his body responded to me.

I didn't increase the pressure, only lightly brushed my fingertips over his balls.

He was probably still very sensitive so I needed to be careful if I wanted to guide him toward another peak.

Kyungjoon's lips parted and his breathing quickened ever so slightly.

I leaned over him and sucked his stiff nipple into my mouth, pushing him over the edge this time was better. I wasn't busy with my lust. I could completely focus on Kyungjoon, his laboured breathing, hooded eyes, and hardening nipples as he succumbed to another orgasm.

I didn't even care when Kyungjoon turned his back to me afterwards, trying to punish me by not reciprocating.

I'd gotten what I'd wanted.

"You realize that sex is all there is between us, right?" he said angrily.

"Sex is important."

"Sure, but it's not all there is."

"It's not all there is?" I asked, annoyed.

"Yes. Don't worry, Wolfgang, there won't be more. Don't think I like you just because I like to fuck you."

"Thanks for the heads-up," I growled.

~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~

Kyungjoon

I was still annoyed at myself during breakfast, especially because Wolfgang's expression was far too smug despite my harsh words.

'Maybe he thought I'd been joking, or maybe he just didn't care.'

My body had a mind of its own, always eager for his touch. It didn't help that Wolfgang looked like a male model with his tight white shirt and messy black hair.

He was sex on legs.

"We are invited to dinner at one of the leading families this week. You and Soohyuk should go dress shopping."

I dropped my spoon in the yoghurt I was eating, "You want me to attend a social event with you? You're aware that everybody will be talking behind my back. Right?"

I couldn't believe he'd drag me into public so quickly, we'd been married for two weeks and the gossip mills were probably still going strong.

Wolfgang shrugged, "I don't give a damn what they think and they know better than to say anything in front of you or me."

"I know those consorts, they won't miss an opportunity to talk trash about someone, especially me."

"Ignore them. It's not like their opinion matters. They will always talk shit about you. That's all they can do."

I didn't care what they said, but I'd never enjoyed myself at social functions.

I doubted that would change any time soon.

"I know, but I hate these gatherings. Everything about it is false. People who wouldn't hesitate to thrust a knife into your back and smile into your face if they hope to gain something from it."

For a long time, I'd thought I was anti-social and just didn't like to be around larger groups of people but during my time on the run, I'd attended several parties and I'd never felt out of place. Even though I'd been pretending to be someone else then, I'd still felt truer to myself than I ever did around the people in our world.

"You'll get used to them."

"I don't want to. That's why I ran."

Wolfgang searched my face with a curious expression, and then his lips twitched, "So you didn't just run from me?"

"Don't get your hopes up. You were one of the main reasons," I said.

"But not the only reason," he quipped.

I rolled my eyes and took another sip from my coffee, "Do I have to attend this party?" I tried to focus back on the main topic.

Wolfgang rose from his chair and startled me with a quick kiss on my mouth, "Yep. I won't suffer through it alone now that I have a husband who can share my anguish. Just do what I do when I have to talk to idiots, imagine how it would feel to slit open their necks or blow their heads off."

Images of Jackson in his last moments wanted to anchor itself in my brain, but I couldn't bear them right now and forced them away.

"That's easy for you to say, not all of us make a habit out of killing people, my dear husband."

"Then imagine how it would be to watch me kill the people that annoy you. As your husband, it's my duty to kill your enemies after all."

Despite how often I'd pushed him away, Wolfgang seemed to intend on making it work between us.

'Why did he have to be so stubborn? Couldn't he finally grow tired of me and give me the chance to get away?'

Wolfgang smiled his cocky smirk, his eyes lit up with humour.

My stomach fluttered scarily and I quickly tore my gaze away from him and emptied my cup.

"I'll go up to Soohyuk and talk to him about going shopping. I need to be a good husband after all," I said mockingly but somehow it felt wrong. My emotions were confusing me, everything about my new situation did.

"You should probably buy some new clothes for yourself," Wolfgang said as he put his gun holster on.

"Is that an order?"

"I didn't know it was necessary to order my husband to buy clothes. Isn't that your favourite hobby?"

"Really?" I almost laughed, "Not all husbands are the same."

"Oh, I know."

There was that smile again.

My eyes lingered on his gun, trying to remind myself that this was who he was.

The smile that made my stomach do flips was only a mask.

I stood abruptly, "You and Yunho will be gone all day again?"

"Why? Do you and Soohyuk have another escape plan?"

"Haha," I muttered, then raised my leg, revealing the black ankle bracelet, "I can't, remember?"

"It doesn't stop you from making plans. Don't tell me you're not still thinking about escaping?"

I considered lying but instead opted for the truth, "Of course, I am thinking about it. Did you think good sex and a ring around my finger would suddenly make me change my mind?"

"Only good, hm?"

I rolled my eyes and snorted as I headed toward the elevator, Wolfgang joined me inside, his eyes resting on my left hand.

"You are wearing your ring. I thought you'd throw it away the first chance you got."

I peered down at the gold band with the fine line of diamonds, "Did you carry it the entire time you were hunting me?" I asked, out of curiosity.

Wolfgang smirked as if he knew I was avoiding his question, and I was.

I hadn't even considered throwing the ring away.

It seemed like such a waste.

At least I hoped that was the only reason.

"Of course," he said, "I always knew I'd catch you eventually. I knew I would have to make you my husband before you ran off again."

His confidence was exasperating.

It was also incredibly sexy.

I was glad when the elevator doors slid open and I could walk away from Wolfgang's smile and my unwanted thoughts. Yunho passed me with barely a nod and joined his brother in the elevator, Soohyuk's welcome was much warmer. He was beaming all over his face as he headed my way and hugged me, "I still can't believe that you're living so close to me. I missed having you as my confidant."

"I suppose... there aren't many trustworthy people around here," I said, my blood instantly boiling when I remembered how Yunho's cousin, Myung-Sung, had tricked Soohyuk into walking in on Yunho and his ex the last time.

"Now that you are here, I don't care," Soohyuk peered down at his elegant gold watch that matches Yunho, "How about we head out for coffee now and then go shopping? Yunho said we were all invited to Lee Dong-min's Christmas party."

I sighed, "Yeah. Wolfgang told me I'm attending as well."

"At least we can suffer together. Believe me, Yunho isn't too excited about that invitation either. Lee Dong-min wants his son to become Yunho's right-hand man because in the past that position has always been one of the Lee's, but Yunho wants Wolfgang and nobody else."

"So... this party is going to be more awkward than I thought. Everyone is going to scheme against Wolfgang and me. Nice."

Soohyuk smiled apologetically, "It won't be too bad. Now let's go shopping. I need some fresh air."

Of course, Demian accompanied us as we headed out.

I would have enjoyed myself more if I didn't have to be careful not to flash my stupid ankle monitor whenever I tried a dress on. From the look on the face of one of the vendors, I was fairly sure I didn't manage to cover the bracelet with the hem at all times. I realized I'd barely thought about escaping in the last few weeks.

Too many things had happened.

And then there was Demian's constant surveillance whenever I went somewhere with Soohyuk.

Moreover, the ankle monitor was making it entirely impossible.

I'd have to figure out a way to convince Wolfgang to take that thing off.

Once that was taken care of, my desire to run away would probably return with full force.

~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~

Kyungjoon

I'd known all along that the Christmas party at Lee's house was going to be a huge flop, but it was even worse than I'd thought.

The only good thing about this ordeal was that Wolfgang and Yuri took off the ankle monitor so I could wear my cocktail dress without flashing that thing at everyone.

'That would have been the talk of the evening, no doubt.'

The Lee's lived in a townhouse, which had been decorated to an inch of its capacity. The theme was white and gold, so expensive crystal bubbles adorned the massive pine tree. It screamed money and felt so impersonal that I was sure an interior designer had arranged it. Mrs Lee didn't appear as if she'd ever moved a finger for anything, she was also at least twenty years younger than her husband.

Lee Dong-min and his wife greeted Soohyuk and Yunho first, and while their smiles hadn't been exactly warm or honest, they turned positively fake and condescending when it was time to greet me.

I shook Mrs Lee's hand with a polite smile, but she didn't even try to cover up her grimace. Then Mr Lee turned to me, I had to suppress a shudder. He reached for my hand but while he'd barely brushed Soohyuk's skin, his lips pressed firmly to my hand and then his tongue darted out and licked my skin.

I quickly retracted my hand, only barely managing not to wipe it on my dress, and only because the silk was too beautiful to come in contact with that asshole's slobber. The accompanying leer he sent my way almost made me punch him.

Wolfgang was in conversation with Mrs Lee who was introducing him to a woman my age. It was obvious that the old hag was trying to set Wolfgang up with her daughter. Anger bubbled up in me but I knew better than to show my emotions.

When I finally turned my eyes away from the scene, I found Soohyuk watching me with a worried expression, I gave a small shake of my head. Wolfgang tore himself away from them and wrapped his arm around my waist. He scanned my face as he led me into the living room where the remaining guests had gathered.

"You look pissed."

I shrugged.

If I told him what Mr Lee had done, things would become ugly, "Looks like you have a fan," I said instead, nodding in the direction of the Bardoni daughter whose eyes followed Wolfgang.

"Jealous?" he asked, smirking.

"You wish."

'But was I?'

We didn't get the chance to talk more, because other guests approached us, while most of them were acting polite, I could see in their eyes that they despised me. I had a feeling that they would show me what they thought of me the moment Wolfgang wasn't around.

They soon got their chance.

While Wolfgang and Yunho joined the other men, Soohyuk and I strolled toward the buffet. Of course, we weren't alone for long. Soon the bitch Myung-Sung, Wolfgang's stepmother Yura, as well as Mrs Lee and a few others joined us. Soohyuk's presence still offered me some protection from direct insults but none of them bothered talking to me.

It was as if I wasn't even there.

Even Soohyuk's attempts to include me in the conversation failed.

I didn't care.

I hated these people, hated their fake smiles and nasty personalities.

But the worst was watching Soohyuk being polite to Myung-Sung despite what that bitch had done.

Eventually, I excused myself and headed toward the terrace door, which allowed a view into the small snow-covered garden.

My reprieve was very short-lived.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" a high female voice said.

Kim-Shin Yura stood beside me, her mouth stretched wide in the imitation of a smile. She linked our arms to my utter contempt and led me outside despite the cold.

I knew this wasn't going to be pleasant.

Even though he was Yunho's and Wolfgang's stepmother, she'd never come to visit.

I had a feeling she was scared of her stepsons.

The moment we were away from privy ears, she turned her back to the windows and faced me with a face devoid of any pleasantness. She reminded me of an ugly toad.

"You might be parading around like you are one of us. You don't belong in our circles. If it weren't for Wolfgang, nobody would invite you."

I raised my eyebrows, "Did he think I gave a damn?"

I'd never wanted to be part of this world, that was why I had run away.

It took immeasurable control on my part not to say what I wanted, I tried to return to the party but Kim-Shin Yura held my arm, obviously not done.

"A decent boy would have died from shame after being caught with another man. The only reason you're still alive is Wolfgang's good-heartedness, he's too dutiful. Although nobody would have blamed him if he'd discarded you like a dirty rag after what you did. If my husband were still alive, he'd have fed you to our dogs."

'Dutiful and good-hearted? That didn't sound like Wolfgang. Deep breaths, Kyungjoon. Don't cause a scene.'

Again I tried to leave, but her fingers dug into my skin, "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You dishonoured your family, now you are bringing shame to the name Min. Your presence is an insult to every honourable person in this house. Your existence is a sin."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Sin? You want to talk to me about sin?" I pointed toward the windows, behind which Seoul's worst criminals were gathered. "That room breathes sin."

Kim-Shin Yura lifted her chin, "Do us all a favour and kill yourself."

I wrenched my arm away, shocked, "I won't ever do any of you a favour."

I turned and headed back inside.

Wolfgang spotted me from across the room where he was talking with a younger version of Mr Lee, Yunho and a couple of other men. I quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn't approach me. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him now. Soohyuk was still where I'd left him, completely entrenched in conversation.

I crossed the room as quickly as possible, pretending I didn't hear the whispered "whore" a couple of people called me. Despite my best attempts not to let those insults get to me, I felt relief when I finally left the living room and found myself alone in the front hall. I needed to find the bathroom to freshen up and clear my head before I entered that room again. I was seriously worried that I'd attack someone if I didn't get a grip on myself.

Taking a deep breath, I went in search of the restroom.

I hoped I'd come across someone leaving the bathroom so I didn't have to open every single door. I definitely wouldn't ask anyone to point it out to me. Unfortunately, the only thing I found was Mr Lee who must have been following me. The leering bald idiot sent my way made me want to puke.

~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~

Wolfgang

If Bardoni thought I hadn't noticed the way he'd eye-fucked Kyungjoon when we'd arrived, he was even more stupid than I thought.

If it weren't for Yunho, I would have plunged my knife into the fucker's face right away, but Yunho was new and couldn't use any more trouble. I had promised him to stay on my best behaviour. As the party progressed I slowly realized that I might have to break my promise.

Kyungjoon was trying to put on a brave face but I could see how upset he was after talking to my bitch of a stepmother. I didn't want to know what the old goat had said to Kyungjoon. She would never dare say something to my face, she was scared of Yunho and me, and had been for as long as I could remember.

Unfortunately, it took me a few more minutes before I could finally follow Kyungjoon after he'd fled the living room.

Yunho's warning glance almost made me want to laugh, I had no intention of doing something stupid, except for having a quickie with my husband to lift his spirits.

'What was wrong with that?'

When I stepped out into the lobby, I didn't see Kyungjoon anywhere. I paused, listening closely, but the sounds of the party behind me were drowning out everything else.

'What if he'd run?'

I should have told Demian or Yuri to keep an eye on him at all times, but I hadn't wanted to embarrass him further.

People had enough to gossip about as it was.

I headed in the direction of where I remembered the bathroom to be, hoping I'd find him there. A deep voice made me quicken my steps and when I came around the next corner I found Kyungjoon alone with old Lee.

One look at my husband's face and I knew he was on the verge of an explosion. He didn't see me as I approached, his narrowed eyes directed at Old Lee.

"Why don't you show me what you learned in your sexcapades in Europe? I bet you're very talented with your lips. That's why Wolfgang was so eager to marry you, hm?" Old Lee said and reached for Kyungjoon's arm.

Before he or I could react, Old Lee pulled Kyungjoon against him and fucking kissed him while groping his ass.

My blood boiling, I stormed toward them, pulled my knife, shoved Old Lee away from Kyungjoon and slammed my blade into the soft spot below his chin, piercing his fucking brain.

Kyungjoon gasped and stumbled back against the wall, his eyes darting from my knife to my face.

"Fuck," I muttered.

I chanced a glance around, then dragged Lee's body toward his office, letting my knife in his chin so the blood didn't shoot out.

"You killed him," Kyungjoon whispered harshly.

"He had it coming when he touched you." I nodded toward the door, "Open that for me."

After a moment of hesitation, he stumbled forward and pushed the door open for me. I dragged the body inside and Kyungjoon quickly followed me inside before closing the door.

I placed him down in his desk chair, then took a step back.

This was bad.

Yunho would kick my ass when he finds out.

"What are we going to do?" Kyungjoon asked in a toneless voice from his spot near the door.

"We are going to make it look like I didn't kill him."

"Your knife is in his head."

I smirked but sobered when I saw Kyungjoon's expression, it reminded me of the look he'd had after his dead lover had been shot.

Sometimes I forgot that not everyone was as used to blood and death as me.

Slowly he came closer, gaze frozen on the body, "Why did you kill him?"

"He shouldn't touch what's mine."

Kyungjoon stopped beside me and the dead body, he looked like he couldn't quite believe what he saw. He raised his arm as if he was going to touch the corpse to convince himself of its existence.

"Don't touch anything," I ordered a bit too harshly, gripping his wrist to stop him.

Kyungjoon stared up at me with huge doe eyes, he nodded almost robotically. He looked like he was going into shock and that's the last thing we needed.

Ideally, I would have gone in search of Yunho but I couldn't leave Kyungjoon alone with the body.

If someone came in, he'd have more trouble dealing with that person than I did.

I touched Kyungjoon's cheek to bring his attention back to my face, "Go and get Yunho," I told him.

He hesitated.

"Go."

"Okay."

Kyungjoon whirled around, crossed the room in a rush and slipped out. He closed the door silently. I hoped he wouldn't give everything away because he was so freaked out.

I lowered my eyes to Old Lee.

I loved the sight of my knife in his skull.

"Wolfgang?"

I heard Yunho's quiet voice a couple of minutes later. I jogged toward the door and opened a crack. When I saw Yunho standing in the corridor, I ushered him in.

"What do you want? Kyungjoon didn't say anything," he said, but shut up when his gaze settled on Old Lee behind the desk, "Oh fuck."

"Old Lee had an accident," I said with a nonchalant shrug.

Yunho gave me a look, "Fuck, Wolfgang, what did you do?"

"If you ask me, I think good old Lee killed himself," I said.

Yunho circled the body, then he glared at me, "It's because of Kyungjoon, isn't it? Old Lee did or said something that annoyed you and you lost your shit. I knew the boy would bring nothing but trouble."

"The asshole has been on your death list for a while. He's been stirring up shit. You are glad he's gone, admit it. We've discussed having him killed countless times. I decided to finally act."

"Of course, I wanted him dead, but not in his own fucking home at his Christmas party. Damn it, Wolfgang. Can't you think first and kill them second for once?"

Yunho was right.

I should have chosen a better time to kill Old Lee, but he shouldn't have talked shit and most certainly shouldn't have touched him.

'He'd dug his own fucking grave.'

"I'll call Demian. He's keeping an eye on Soohyuk and Kyungjoon but we'll need him here to deal with this fucking mess." Yunho ran a hand through his hair, sent me another glower, then picked up his phone and called Demian.

A couple of minutes later, someone knocked.

Yunho held up his hand to stop me from opening it, he went and let Demian in.

Demian's eyes scanned the scene before him before focusing on me, "You killed him?"

I raised my arms, "Why did it have to be me?"

It was a rhetorical question.

It was almost always me doing the killing at improper times.

"Because you're the crazy one," Yunho muttered, then said to Demian, "Can you make this look as if Old Lee killed himself?"

We all looked toward the dead asshole, hanging limply in his chair, lifeless eyes still expressing surprise at his early demise.

Demian grimaced, "Few people stab themselves in the brain."

"There's always a first time for everything." I chuckled but fell silent at a look from Yunho, "Oh, come on, It was funny."

Yunho's lips twitched but he was too stubborn to admit I was right.

I knew he was more than a little glad that I'd gotten rid of the bastard for him, "Search the room for a gun that could have blown his fucking head off. I don't need the Lee's on my back, I want this matter dealt with quietly."

"No matter how we make it look, the Lee's will suspect something. They won't believe it was suicide. Lee was far too narcissistic for suicide," I said.

"I should put a fucking ankle monitor on you, too," Yunho growled, "You are a ticking time bomb."

Demian stopped searching the desk drawers, "Even if the Lee's suspect something, they won't say it aloud. If they don't have proof, they won't seek retribution."

"I wouldn't count on it, we'll make sure they won't get a chance for revenge."

"Pull your knife out of that idiot's head. Nobody will believe it was suicide with your blade stuck at his chin," Yunho ordered.

I walked toward the body and slowly pulled my knife out, then quickly took a step back before blood could get on my clothes. I checked my white shirt for any specks. My black trousers and jacket would hide blood better, but luckily I was clean. The same couldn't be said for Lee's clothes, blood was quickly soaking his shirt and trousers.

Demian pulled a high-calibre Smith & Wesson from a drawer in the cupboard behind the desk, "This could do."

"Good," Yunho said with a nod, "Wolfgang and I will return to the party. Wait about five minutes before you blow his head off, then get the fuck out of here. Wolfgang and I will be here first and in the commotion, hopefully, nobody will notice you are gone."

Demian was already busy figuring out the best angle to shoot and barely reacted when Yunho and I slipped out of the room quietly and closed the door. The corridor was quiet and deserted except for Kyungjoon who was pacing at the end while looking anxious.

"Make sure your husband doesn't let something slip," Yunho ordered. "And we'll talk later about this fucking matter."

"Don't worry. Kyungjoon can lie if he has to."

"Oh, I don't doubt he can lie very well if he wants to. But he's not exactly the most trustworthy person."

"He's my husband," I reminded my brother with a bit too much force.

"That's the problem."

He walked off back to the party before I could reply and I headed toward Kyungjoon.

~~~ #CHAOS🔥 #KyungjoonXWolfgang🐰🐺 ~~~

Kyungjoon

I couldn't believe Wolfgang had rammed his knife into that man.

It had been a horrible sight, seeing that disgusting man with dead, shock-widened eyes. Mr Lee had been an asshole, I certainly wasn't sad to see him gone, but seeing my husband kill him without a second thought had been horrible.

Wolfgang had acted so quickly, with no hesitation, no preparation.

Every move had spoken of experience.

I'd known he was good with the knife of course, even in Busan people had talked about his skills but it hadn't prepared me for watching him use a knife on someone like that.

After I'd told Yunho to find Wolfgang, I waited in the corridor and Soohyuk had gone back into the living room. It would have looked suspicious if all of us had suddenly disappeared. People were very eager to talk to Soohyuk so his missing would have drawn attention.

Nobody would mind my absence.

I'd barely waited for a minute when Demian hurried past me toward the office.

People always said I was unpredictable, I had nothing on Wolfgang.

I wrapped my arms around myself.

My heart was still pounding in my chest, I couldn't stop checking my surroundings nervously.

I was still trying to come to terms with my feelings for what happened when the door to the office opened and Yunho and Wolfgang stepped out without Demian. Yunho passed me without a glance, he probably blamed me for the mess his brother had caused. I didn't think Wolfgang needed much of an incentive to kill, but naturally, I realized that I had been the reason for someone's death.

Wolfgang had acted out of jealousy and possessiveness.

Seeing another man touching me made him snap.

Wolfgang scanned my face as he approached me, I probably looked pretty upset.

The problem was I didn't feel nearly as upset as I knew I should, I couldn't bring myself to be sad about Mr Lee's death, no matter how much I tried.

Wolfgang's movements were so lithe, so self-assured and somehow, despite everything, I felt drawn to him, even to that dangerous side he'd shown me today. My husband wrapped an arm around my waist and led me toward the front hall. Instead of returning to the living room, he steered me into a small guest bathroom near the front door.

"What the hell are you doing?" it burst out of me, "I won't make out with you after you killed someone."

Wolfgang gripped the back of my neck and pulled our bodies flush against each other before pressing his mouth to mine, and kissing me hard. I panted for air when he drew back, his lips brushed my ear.

"You look so fucking sexy. I could fuck you in a room with a dead body and wouldn't care."

"I don't doubt it," I muttered, but I didn't try to pull back.

Wolfgang's warmth and strong body steadied my trembling limbs, the events were affecting me more than I thought.

"But that's not why we are here," he murmured.

A loud shot carried through the house.

I jumped.

"What–"

"That's why," Wolfgang said calmly, "We're going to pretend we had a quickie. We don't want people to think we had something to do with Old Lee's unfortunate end, right?"

He ruffled my hair, then his own before unbuttoning his top two buttons and raising his dark brows, "Ready?"

I nodded.

"Remember we don't know anything. We are shocked, and surprised."

Wolfgang ripped open the door, and headed out, pulling his gun. The lobby was filled with other guests, most men with their weapons drawn. Exchanging confused looks. Yunho and Mr Lee's son ran toward where the gunshot had come from.

Several people gave me and Wolfgang disgusted looks, they seemed to believe the lie Wolfgang wanted to.

'It probably helped that they all thought I was a whore.'

"Stay here," Wolfgang said, "I'll have to see what's going on."

He looked so honestly worried and alert as if he didn't know why a shot had sounded. He hurried toward the crime scene.

I could only watch in stunned silence.

If I didn't know better, even I would have believed in his innocence after that show.

Nobody would doubt him.

Wolfgang was a master manipulator.