Chapter 8 - part-1
The day they had been waiting for finally arrived. Yeonho and Jiseok were settled comfortably inside the private jet, bound for Korea.
There were only a handful of bodyguards accompanying them, far fewer than what Yeonho had grown used to over the past weeks.
When he'd questioned Jiseok about it, the older man had simply brushed the concern aside.
"There's no need to trouble ourselves with unnecessary things."
Yeonho had only replied with a short, easy hum of acknowledgement. "Okay…"
Hours passed as they travelled, and the closer they got to their destination, the more Yeonho could feel his blood thrumming with barely contained excitement.
Soon enough, his feet would touch Korean soil.
The very place where everything had begun, where his wretched sister lived out her perfect heroine life, where his cold-hearted parents had abandoned and discarded him, and most importantly… where all the male leads were waiting, completely unaware of what was coming for them.
'I can't wait to see the look on all their faces. I'm going to turn this whole story upside down and make sure nothing goes the way it's supposed to. Lim Taejoon — watch closely. I'm going to tear your stupid novel apart and build it exactly how I want it.'
He rested his elbow on the armrest, chin propped in his hand as he gazed out the window. The sight below pulled a sharp, wicked grin to his lips.
There it was, the airport, getting closer by the second, almost within his grasp.
Thirty minutes later, the plane touched down smoothly on the tarmac.
Yeonho had made sure to look his absolute best before they landed. His long blonde hair was swept neatly over one shoulder, soft and shining, and he'd dressed in simple, casual clothes.
Nothing too shabby, nothing overly extravagant or flashy, just comfortable and clean.
Though truth be told, it didn't matter what he wore. Even if he'd thrown on a plain hoodie and sweatpants, his striking beauty and natural aura would still draw every eye in the room. There was no hiding what he was.
After checking his reflection one last time, making sure everything was perfect, he turned and made his way toward the plane's door — only to be stopped halfway by Jiseok's voice.
"Yeonho."
He paused and looked back, tilting his head. "Yes, Mr. Han? What is it?"
He was busy adjusting the delicate earrings glinting at his lobes, his expression curious as he watched Jiseok rise from his seat and walk slowly toward him.
"Don't draw too much attention to yourself," Jiseok said, stopping right in front of him. "People here won't be happy to see you back."
Yeonho let out a soft, amused breath, his smile turning sharp and confident.
"I know that better than anyone, Mr. Han. You don't need to remind me. I know exactly what I'm doing."
Of course he did. Revealing himself the second he stepped off the plane would be the stupidest possible move, and Yeonho was anything but stupid.
He had plans to execute, and rushing things now would only ruin everything.
Jiseok's dark eyes stayed fixed on Yeonho's face, warm and appreciative as he looked at him, looking like a man admiring the most beautiful thing he'd ever owned.
"That's good to hear…"
He reached out slowly, his fingers brushing gently against Yeonho's cheek, caressing the smooth, pale skin that felt as soft as fine porcelain under his touch.
'What's gotten into him now? He's been so touchy-feely lately.'
Yeonho didn't mind it, not at all.
But right now, he was far too eager to step off this plane and finally get his plans started.
He let out a quiet sigh, leaning slightly into the touch even as he spoke.
"Mr. Han…? You can stop fondling your mistress now. Let's go already."
He lightly clapped his hands together once, looking up at Jiseok with a playful, sassy glint in his eyes.
But Jiseok didn't move, didn't say a word.
He just stayed right there, his hand still resting against Yeonho's face, his thumb brushing slowly over his cheekbone.
Yeonho couldn't help but find the old man incredibly amusing.
He'd been like this ever since that day in his office — touchier, more open about his desire, like he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
Yeonho had a pretty good idea of what he wanted, and honestly? He was more than happy to give it to him.
With a small scoff, Yeonho didn't hesitate.
He grabbed Jiseok by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down, crashing their lips together without a single warning.
Jiseok's eyes went wide for a split second, clearly caught off guard, but he recovered instantly. He didn't waste a single moment.
His arms wrapped tight around Yeonho's waist, pulling him flush against his body as he kissed him back just as fiercely, refusing to let him pull away even for a second.
"Hngh… Mr. Han…"
A soft moan slipped past Yeonho's lips, muffled against Jiseok's.
He couldn't care less that there were other people in the plane with them.
Let the bodyguards watch all they wanted — he didn't give a damn.
All he cared about right now was the heat rushing through his body, the feeling of Jiseok's mouth moving against his, and the undeniable pleasure he got from knowing just how much power he held over this powerful man.
Their mouths moved together, exploring, tasting, falling into a familiar rhythm. Yeonho looped his arms around Jiseok's neck, pressing himself as close as he possibly could.
'I know you love it, old man. You're so obvious. You definitely like me far more than you ever liked the weak, useless Yeonho from before. Well… that makes sense. I'm better in every single way, after all.'
Yeonho deepened the kiss even further, his tongue tangling with Jiseok's, sucking lightly, deliberately, until he felt the low, rough groan rumble deep in Jiseok's chest against his own.
Yeonho couldn't hold back a small, breathy giggle right against his lips, delighted by the reaction.
He kept kissing him, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips even as he moved, enjoying every little sound and reaction he pulled from the older man.
They were so caught up in each other, completely lost in the heat and intimacy of the moment, that they both forgot entirely about the handful of bodyguards still standing nearby.
The men were doing their absolute best to keep their eyes averted and pretend they didn't see anything, trained to stay professional no matter what.
But even so, they couldn't help the quick, furtive glances they kept throwing Yeonho's way, unable to tear their eyes from the sight of his flushed face and half-lidded, pleasure-filled eyes.
And Yeonho knew exactly what they were looking at. He knew exactly what he looked like right now, and he loved every second of it.
The kiss grew messier, hotter, more desperate.
Wet, slick sounds echoed through the quiet cabin, mixing with Yeonho's soft, muffled moans and Jiseok's rough, heavy breathing.
They were completely lost in each other, time slipping away, and they had long forgotten that they were supposed to leave the plane minutes ago — until the heavy door of the private jet slid open with a soft mechanical hiss.
"Welcome back, Chairman Han—?!"
The voice was bright, polite and professional at first, belonging to a well-dressed middle-aged man who looked to be around the same age as Jiseok.
He had stepped in with a warm business smile plastered on his face.
Only to freeze completely the moment he saw the scene unfolding in front of him.
Yeonho instantly pulled away, gasping for breath, his chest heaving, lips swollen and red.
He was annoyed, seriously annoyed.
He'd been right in the middle of something good, something he was enjoying, something that was going exactly how he wanted, and this idiot had just ruined the whole moment.
'Who the hell is this bastard? Tsk… couldn't he have waited two more minutes?'
He glanced up at Jiseok, and from the look on his face, he knew he wasn't the only one irritated by the unwanted interruption.
'Of course he is. He's Han Jiseok — no one gets to disturb him when he's busy, least of all some random employee.'
Jiseok didn't even step away.
He kept his arm firmly wrapped around Yeonho's waist, his dark eyes sliding slowly toward the door, his expression completely calm but his gaze so cold and sharp it felt like it could cut steel.
"You should know better than anyone exactly when you're allowed to appear, Mr. Park."
His voice was even and steady, low and calm — but the anger underneath was undeniable, thick enough to make the air around them feel freezing cold.
Yeonho took the chance to break away from the embrace, bringing his thumb up to wipe slowly at his wet, sticky lips.
He could still taste Jiseok on his skin, could still feel the heat of the kiss lingering all over his body.
As he did this, Jiseok's eyes never left him, tracking every small movement — lingering most of all on Yeonho's red, kissable swollen lips, dark and hungry and wanting more.