chapter three

I feel your hands on me hours after you're gone, my fingertips feel like I had them dipped into your cologne when in actuality, everything I touch turns into you. You might not be here right now but I flush like your eyes are still above mine, full of mischief and mirth. And when I turn over in bed, all I feel is the unstable beating of your heart. Tell me now, was it just lies or were your brown eyes lying when they told me how beautiful I looked? My muscles ache, my body writhes; only because even when you're away, you're close enough. 

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Young Jae had just finished his food when his phone's screen lit up and the music toned down slightly telling him that he just got a notification. He grabbed it only to find someone had followed his personal Twitter account. He frowned opening the notification since he never really used that account, he just used the NSFW one.

'Jaeminmin followed you!"

Yoongi chuckled at the username before clicking the profile to find food brands in the following list. "What a weirdo", he mumbled in amusement but followed them back anyway. It wasn't like he cared who he followed or whatever. 

The pale boy switched the neon lights on in his small apartment and stood on the bed on his knees while his phone rested on the desk in front of him. He pressed on the timer and adjusted the screen so his face wasn't visible. Only his neck and body till his knees visible on the screen.

As soon as the recording started he wrapped his long slender fingers around his length, groaning almost automatically when he applied even the slightest of pressure upon his fingertips. Young-Jae moved his hand up and down slowly at first but slowly increasing the pace, short pants leaving his mouth.

He was rock hard, his stream had the most amount of viewers today than he'd ever had before and it made his toes tingle with arousal and a sense of achievement. He kept pumping himself up and down, moaning and grunting completely out of his own pleasure.

One thing about him was that he had learned to be vocal during sex and even during anything remotely sexual from all the compliments he had gotten from his previous videos about his voice. Even if it felt like boasting, he too was proud that he had a voice like that. That being honey-like as he had been told countless times before. He had perfect pitch after all.

Jae thought about various things from the way his viewers must be sprawled out on their beds, their hands doing the nasty to the sight and sound of him to how the girl in the cafe had scanned him up and down to some of his favorite videos he had saved on his phone but nothing helped enough for him to reach the orgasm he wanted so he forced himself to push further and even though his moans told otherwise, he definitely wasn't satisfied.

"F-fuck," he groaned louder than usual, wincing as he ejaculated all over his palm before turning the camera off with the other hand. As soon as the camera was done recording he whined loudly falling backward on his bed and flapped his limbs upon the mattress in distaste.

He was tired and just wanted to go back to sleep but he had his job and the only thing holding him to go back there was the fact that maybe the girl from yesterday was gonna be there today too. He finally gathered enough energy to get into his work clothes, that being a white shirt with slacks, and locked his apartment carelessly strolling down the stairs and into the streets.

He entered the shop looking around expectantly but was met only with disappointment. With a jutted-out bottom lip, he got behind the counter and tied the apron around his torso letting his skin breathe through the open buttons of his shirt. Jae waited till the coffee maker was ready to be used and then looked back up for any orders.

Where was Seok-Min today?

There were two girls as customers, probably on a date so he thought it'd be nice to take their order then. Young-Jae smiled to himself as he watched the two giggle. One of them leaned over the table to plant a chaste kiss on the other's lips but accidentally knocked over a glass of water on the way.

"Hi, you guys ready to order yet?", he asked as he picked up the glass with bare hands and called for one of the cleaners working on a nearby table.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry about the glass," the one who was sitting down replied in a soft apologetic tone but he shook his head dismissively with a gentle smile. They looked like nice and well-mannered women so he let them be and immediately slid the matter under the rug.

"That's okay," he replied and started jotting their order down. Once done, he turned around only to be met with the sight he was so desperate for. There she was, the girl from yesterday, striding forward in a white pantsuit with a hard-to-makeout expression on her face and another man following her. Definitely not the one she was with yesterday which probably meant she was here without her assistant.

Young-Jae watched as she sat down on the VIP chairs without anyone asking for her identity and crossed her legs over the other followed by her arms. The man followed her, sitting across from her in a submissive posture looking at her with a guilty expression that bewildered Jae.

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"You have five minutes, once Joon gets here he's gonna throw you out himself," Minjae said poking her cheek with her tongue and the man in front of her, her ex-fiance began stuttering, not really knowing what to say or how to apologize.

"What? You were making quite a ruckus calling me a slut in my own office, what happened now?", she spat harshly, her grip tightening on her phone in her right pocket. Jiwon sighed in defeat and rubbed his palms over his cheeks, completely exhausted. 

"I- Minjae, I'm really sorry, I'll be better for you," he whispered in hopes she'd accept him again and he'd have access to her money again but she knew all of his plans. Minjae sometimes felt like she knew people too well, that she saw through them too well while on other days she felt like it wasn't enough no matter how hard she tried to understand a few people, like Joon.

"No. Anything else? Also, I heard you had cheated on me?", she questioned, voice bold and full of strength with squinted eyes. She sighed when he looked down with pursed lips. The rumors were true then. 

"Get up." Minjae waited for a few seconds before standing up abruptly and snapping her fingers pointing upward twice. "I said, get up and get the fuck out!", The girl had to tighten her grip around the tabletop to control herself from starting a physical fight she knew would only cause more mess and obviously wasn't morally correct at all.

The man slowly got up to his feet but didn't move an inch from his previous position.

"Oh and about the money that's missing from my accounts, you better return it before I raid your house," she warned loudly. By this time, the boy behind the counter, Jae was more than annoyed. She had seemed so elegant to him yesterday but what was this? It was not his business but he believed one should most definitely not make a scene in a place that doesn't belong to them.

He took off his apron and walked over to their table with his sleeves rolled up in frustration.

"Excuse me but I would like to request you both to leave this place. The owner of this place is known to be a very cranky person, if they get to know about this, you'll be in trouble," he stated firmly and looked right at Minjae. She seemed a little taken aback but her demeanor was never submissive.

"Jiwon, leave right now. I'm gonna have to deal with him," said man immediately scurried off outside the shop while Minjae hopped on top of the table resting her palms behind and crossed her legs over one another dangling off the edge.

"So this 'cranky' boss you're talking about, who is it again?", she asked, cockily tilting her head sideways. Jae had had enough of her attitude so he fisted his hands at his sides before slamming them onto the surface as he leaned over to intimidate her.

"He's a very rich man with powerful connections and no matter how rich you must be you can't possibly be richer than him. He won't even let you enter here if you keep up that attitude of yours," he spat harshly and Minjae nodded in mock appreciation of the description.

"Who do you think I am, Min Young Jae?", she chuckled throwing her head back as she saw surprise take over him. He was definitely taken aback by the fact that she knew his name in just a day. Jae never even wore his name tag. He remained speechless so she continued on. "Oh and Yoongi, I better see your name tag right here tomorrow onwards," Minjae grinned poking her finger on his chest where the tag was supposed to be and he huffed out loud with a scowl.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?", he asked quirking his brow at her in anger, faces still too close to be considered appropriate but the tension between them was way more important currently. Minjae only puckered her lips up and swung a business card out of her pocket.

"Darling, I am the rich man you're talking about."