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Mentions of suicide and violence.
"So? Can you tell me anything?" Winwin asks Yuta as he paces the floor.
"Nothing new boss, same as yesterday. Why are we still watching it's been two weeks?" Winwin sighs.
"I just want to make sure he's safe." Yuta hums.
"Well he left this morning, and hasn't been back since. Maybe he's job hunting?" He suggests.
"Ooh, wait, wait. He just pulled up. He's in the passenger seat of some guys car. They are walking to the door." Winwin sighs.
"Do they look close?" He asks with gritted teeth.
"The taller one has his hand on his hip. Oh, uh, they just kissed." Winwin throws his phone across the room.
"FUCK!" He yells out. He has a complete meltdown as he rages through his office. He's hurt. His heart is shattered, he really thought he loved him too.
After an hour of destruction he walks out a broken man. Kun is there to catch him, and hold him tight.
They've been best friends for years. He knows too well that deep inside this hard shell of Winwin's, lies a sensitive soul. He doesn't just love anyone.
By the next day he's trying his hardest to pick up the pieces. It is pretty much impossible but he has to try. He has to get work done weather he likes it or not.
"Where the fuck is Yuta?" He asks as Johnny walks in.
Johnny shrugs.
"Last I seen him, you sent him out to watch Yangyang." Winwin frowns.
"Call him. My phone is broken." Johnny does as he's told.
"Hey, where are you man?" He asks.
"Watching him." Winwin hears through the speaker and shakes his head.
"You don't have to anymore. Just come back, we have work to do." He says trying to hide his sadness.
"Sorry boss, no can do. I'm staying here for a while. I have a feeling, a bad feeling. In fact I checked into the room next door and heard a lot of fucked up stuff last night." Winwin frowns
"Elaborate." He says simply.
"I heard a lot of yelling, some crashing and possibly sex." Winwin sucks in a breath.
"The other man left this morning and I've heard a lot of groaning from the other room, it seems he's in pain."
"I should have kept him here." He says with an exhausted tone to his voice.
"I'm going to keep watching for a while. Just to be sure." Winwin nods to Johnny.
"Go take a turn so he can sleep." He stands immediately. Winwin paces the floor, as much as he wants to go and scoop him up and bring him back, he can't.
He tries again to focus on work but it's impossible yet again.
He'll be gutted if his Yangyang was hurt. He goes to his liquor cabinet and pours a glass of whiskey.
After only an hour he's on edge.
He gets his driver to pick him up and heads to the store to get a new phone. This takes another hour and he's pissed because he just wants to call Johnny.
When he finally gets it he calls him right away.
"What's happening?" He asks impatiently.
"We are following him, he got into a cab and is heading toward downtown." Winwin sighs.
"How did he look?" He asks softly.
"He had his hood up the entire time, I really don't know." Winwin bites his lip, hoping it doesn't mean what he thinks it does.
"Send me your location." He says impatiently.
"Ok, he just got out at an apartment building. We're going to follow him up.
Winwin has his driver speed up. He's nervous, but he doesn't know if it's warranted or not. As soon as the car stops he runs out into the building.
"Johnny? Where are you guys?" He asks as he nears the elevator.
"4th floor, apartment 412. Fuck, hurry." He runs to the staircase, figuring he better not wait for the elevator.
He gets up there fairly quickly, a little winded from the exercise but he will survive. He jogs to the door, it's open a crack so he peeks in.
"Fuck, no, baby, it's me. Put the gun down. Please?" He's staring horrified as Yangyang sits on the floor with a gun in his mouth and a bloody body lying on the floor. Yangyang is distraught and doesn't seem to know who all is in the room.
Winwin slowly walks closer.
"Yangyang? Look over here, look at me baby. It's me Winwin." He finally looks in his direction. It only takes a few seconds for tears to rain from his eyes. He pulls the gun away so Johnny quickly swoops in and grabs it.
Winwin gets down on the floor and holds his face in his hands. Underneath the blood spatter caking his face, he sees the bruises.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I never should have let you go." He whispers in his ear. He looks back at the body just before Yangyang speaks.
"He's gone, he will never hurt me again. He's finally gone. Oh fuck, what am I going to do? I'm going to go to prison, I'll never survive in prison. Please?" He begs as Winwin tries to shush him.
"You are not going to prison. You will come home to me and I'll take care of you ok?" Yangyang looks up with fear in his eyes.
"Don't worry baby. We've got this." Yangyang nods and looks around numbly.
"Guys, you know what to do." They both nod and start to put their plan in place before they will grab the body to wrap it in a a tarp that Yuta retrieves from their SUV.
"Wait, wait no. He took the money he took it all." Winwin, shushes him yet again.
"Money isn't important. All that matters is that you are ok." Yangyang shakes his head no.
"But my ring, I want my ring." He breaks out of Winwin's hold and crawls over to his body and checks his fingers, when he doesn't see it he roots through his pockets until he finds it. He slips it back on and stares at his bloody hands.
Take all your clothes off baby." He nods and does as he's told. Winwin goes into this man's closet and grabs some sweat pants and a hoodie.
"I don't want to wear his clothes." Winwin sighs.
"You can not walk out of here covered in blood baby." He sighs.
"Fine wear his pants though and I'll give you my jacket." Winwin then throws Yangyang's clothes on top of the body.
"Take him to the incinerator and call our cleaning service. Every print, every piece of evidence that shows he knows Yangyang, get rid of it all. Winwin then walks him into the kitchen and helps him to wash his face.
"What have I done? Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Winwin continues to wash his face then takes his shaky hands and holds them under the water. When he's done he dries them with a towel.
He slips his jacket off and puts it on him. He kisses his face as he buttons it up for him.
After quickly grabbing all the towels they used, he grabs Yangyang's hand and drags him out, tossing the towels onto the body as well.
When the two finally get back to Winwin's he brings him to the bathroom and starts a shower.
"Stay with me please? I don't want to be alone." Of course Winwin agrees and undresses to get in the shower with him. He holds him close as he cries into his chest, trying to ignore the bruises all over his body.
"Shh baby, it's ok. I've got you now." Yangyang nods.
"I-I was going t-to come back. I only stayed at the motel temporarily. I wanted to come back so bad." He wails again as Winwin continues to shush him.
"I know sweetheart, I know. Let's just get cleaned up and we can cuddle under the fluffiest blanket. You can tell me all about it when you are ready." Yangyang nods again as Winwin grabs a loofa and body wash and gently cleans his bruised body.
He gently washes his hair and conditions it as he stands there just enjoying Winwin's touch.
Winwin calls Kun and has him prepare a small snack tray and some tea. He knows he's probably not hungry after that but he can at least try. He dresses him in soft sweat pants and a t-shirt before doing the same for himself. He takes his hand and guides him to his library, a room Yangyang had yet to visit. It's a fairly big room filled with books and there is even a guitar in the corner that definitely peaks his interest. The best feature in this room has to be the big round couch in the middle. It's almost as big as a queen size bed but it has a cushiony back and is filled with pillows and a fuzzy white blanket.
"Sit baby." Winwin says gently. Yangyang crawls up and cuddles into the pillows and Winwin can't help but think that even though he's going through a horrible ordeal, he is still cute.
He crawls up there and holds him, he doesn't speak, he knows it's too raw. Winwin, being in the business he's in has had to kill before and he remembers clearly the toll the first one had on him. He's since become numb to it and honestly it's only happened a handful of times but he's thankful for now being able to shut off those emotions.
Kun walks in and can tell that things are not well so he quietly slips in and places the tray down. Winwin gives him an appreciative nod but remains silent.
Winwin reaches forward and grabs a tea cup.
"Sit up, let's have some tea." Yangyang unwraps himself from his side and sits. He's still silent as he sips his tea. He starts shaking as he stares at his hands wrapped around the cup. Winwin takes it from him and sets it back on the tray.
"I'm going to take care of this, of you too. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." Winwin says softly. Yangyang looks into his eyes.
"You are my home." He whispers. Winwin nods and pulls him close to kiss his lips.
The following day when Yangyang wakes, safe and warm in Winwin's arms his heart feels a bit lighter.
He kisses his neck softly, earning a hum.
"Good morning sweetheart." Winwin whispers.
"Good morning." He stares at Winwin's chest as it rises and falls.
"I keep expecting the police to bust through the door and take me away from you." He says barely above a whisper. Winwin lifts his chin and kisses his lips.
"Johnny and Yuta have already taken care of everything. Don't you worry." Yangyang sighs.
"How?" Winwin smiles and pecks his lips again.
"First things first, they got rid of the body, since it was in an apartment building they had to be more creative.
They found his luggage and stuffed him into the biggest one." Yangyang frowns.
"But how? He was tall." Winwin chuckles.
"It took a little work, but they folded him right up and stuffed him in." Yangyang shivers.
"By the time they got him in the SUV, our cleaning crew was already on the way so they went back and erased all evidence of you being in his life. Pictures, birthday cards or anything that may have had your name on it. The cleaners are specialized in this sort of clean up task, finger prints, blood and of course putting everything back to normal. I have a colleague who owns a crematorium. We pay him handsomely to burn anything they collect, including the body." Yangyang chews his nails as he listens.
"What about the cameras? They are all over that building." Winwin plays with his hair as he continues to talk.
"That's easy. Johnny has extensive knowledge in computer programming and he knows enough about cameras to wipe their system completely.
Yuta simply told the desk clerk that he had an emergency situation outside and distracted him long enough for Johnny to work his magic." Yangyang is impressed.
"I'm not sad that he's dead, please don't misunderstand. I am scared. I've never killed before." Winwin strokes his back.
"I know baby. It's hard, but I'm with you, always." Yangyang sighs.
"Is it hard for you to kill?" Winwin hums as he moves down to stroke his back.
"I grew up in this life, I inherited this from my father. I kind of grew numb to the violence but the first time I ever had to do it, I cried every night in bed for at least a week. I couldn't show my weakness to my father so I held it in til then. And believe it or not, I've only actually done it a handful of times. It's not something I get any joy or satisfaction from. But if I would have thought things through, I would have found your ex and killed him before I let you walk out that day though. I can't tell you how guilty I feel for not protecting you." Yangyang crawls on top of him and cuddles into his neck.
"Don't blame yourself, you were there when I needed you most." He kisses all over his neck and face.
"I love you." He whispers through tears.
With trembling lips he kisses the other's.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop him, I wanted to stop him. I didn't want it, but I wanted to live to see you again. I'm so sorry." Winwin holds him tightly.
"You have nothing to be sorry about baby. He was a monster and you needed to survive. Anything that happened in that time was just survival and I'm just happy to have you back." After the crying ceases again Yangyang asks something he wondered about briefly but never asked.
"How did you know? How did you guys find me?" Winwin hums.
"Sweetheart, after letting you go I worried about your safety. I had Yuta or Johnny check on you everyday to make sure you were safe. When Yuta told me you were outside your hotel being kissed by another man, I almost gave up, I lost hope. I thought maybe you weren't coming back to me after all. The next day when I needed Yuta and he wasn't here he told me how he checked into the next room because something felt off. I sent Johnny to replace him so he could sleep and that's when they followed you on instinct. I called Johnny and he told me to come. I can't tell you how scared I was when I first saw you. I couldn't stand there and watch you end it all because of him." He rolls so Yangyang is under him and stares at his pretty face.
"I love you more than life itself. I would give mine for yours in a heartbeat. You are my precious, my love forever or for as long as you will have me." Yangyang starts to tear up again but Winwin isn't having it. He kisses him with an amount of love that Yangyang has never felt.
After a few weeks Yangyang is mostly back to normal. It's still in his head and on occasion it haunts his dreams but he is getting better. Winwin made sure to tie up any loose ends with the boyfriend situation, made it look as if he skipped town so there would be no missing person inquiries.
He hasn't left the house on his own yet but wants to meet with his family. He wants to introduce Winwin as his boyfriend but the latter is a bit apprehensive considering his relationship with his uncle but he will do anything for his sweetheart.
When they are let in the house they are met unsurprisingly with fear, something both took into consideration.
"Why do you have him again? Give me my baby back." Yangyang's mom says to his former kidnapper. Yangyang walks to her and offers a hug.
"Mommy, I'm fine. I've never been better. Since I've been in his care, I've never been more loved." She shakes her head.
"No, that's just Stockholm syndrome. It is something that happens when you are kidnapped. I've read about it." Now he shakes his head.
"You don't understand, not once did I ever feel like I was held captive. He was always kind and he fed me when I refused to eat myself. He made me feel beautiful when I never felt that before. He is gentle and kind and he protects me." Winwin stands with a soft smile on his face as he listens to Yangyang's kind words.
"But he's a dangerous man." She whispers.
"I'm telling you, he's not, not for me." She stares at her son then walks up to the other and pokes his chest repeatedly with her finger.
"If you even harm a hair on his pretty head I will hunt you down and kill you." He holds his hands up and backs away.
"I could never." He says looking at Yangyang with pure adoration.
"I haven't mentioned this to him yet but I'm planning to retire my family's business. I have enough money for the two of us to live like kings for the rest of our lives and I can devote my time to him." Yangyang gasps.
"You can do that? What about all of your employees? Your connections? Won't there be backlash?" Winwin shakes his head no.
"All of my employees have been paid very well over the years and have skills to do whatever they want or retire themselves. My connections have been paid handsomely and I don't owe anyone, anything so everything will be ok." Yangyang wipes his eyes. As much as he knew he couldn't change Winwin, he's happy to see that he has.
"I love you." He whispers before kissing him sweetly.
Of course his announcement was met with his parents approval. His own mother is relieved to see him leave the business as well. His father died a few years prior so he feels free to do this.
As they lay on a beach, somewhere in Brazil relaxing in the warm sun, the first of many vacations they have planned together Yangyang wonders just what made him do it.
"So, what changed? Why did you decide to retire?" Winwin pulls him close and kisses his cheek.
"I met someone. A sweet innocent boy who stole my heart from the moment I laid eyes on him. He made me want to be a better person. I can't change who I was but I no longer want to live that life and now, all I want to do with my life, is love and care for him. He gave me freedom from my prison, he gave me hope."