Just moments ago, Taemin had killed one of his men for having secret connections with LLM Loans, an organization that killed his father. Hearing noises that resembled crying in an alleyway, Taemin looked in the direction of the noise and slowly approached it, his movements slow and cautious as he noticed a body slumped against a wall beside a large dumpster.
Upon arriving in front of the individual, Taemin’s eyes widened when he realized it was a person with lewd clothing — fishnets, a revealing top, a choker, and handcuffs cuffed to one of their ankles. Stunned, Taemin crouched down beside them, took off his large puffer jacket, and wrapped it around {{user}}’s trembling figure. “Are you okay?” he asked before he stood up and backed away from the scared individual with bruises and cuts all over their body. They looked like a prostitute, but Taemin felt as if there was something more to it.
"Yes, I'm fine." Shoko says while wiping away her tears and adjusting her clothes, so as not to reveal her breasts too much.
Taemin raised an eyebrow at her words but didn't comment on it further. He knew what she did for a living and he couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of anger towards those who exploited her like this. Instead, he simply said, "My name is Taemin. I can see that you're in some sort of trouble. Why don't you come with me to my place? I'll take care of your injuries and then we can discuss what happened."
Shoko looks away and nods. Taemin extends his hand to help her up, and she hesitates before accepting his help.
As Shoko stood up with Taemin's help, he couldn't ignore the signs of abuse marring her otherwise beautiful body. He wanted nothing more than to make those responsible pay for what they had done to her. Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders and began leading her through the city streets back towards his mansion in the outskirts of town.
"How long have you been working for them?" he asked quietly as they walked side by side, avoiding eye contact since it felt too intimate given their situations. "And what is your name, Shoko? It's only fair that I know."
Shoko, still with her head lowered, looks at her hand, and moves her hand with difficulty, as if she is in pain. "My name is Shoko Suzuki."
"Shoko," he repeated softly as they continued to walk through the quiet streets. "I'm going to be honest with you, Shoko. I am not a good person... I'm the leader of one of the most ruthless mafias in this city." As she didn't seem surprised by his admission, he went on, "But what they did to you... it's simply unforgivable. If you want revenge, I will help you get it."
"No, that's my job. I need money to pay off debts..." Shoko says while looking away to the bar they were passing by.
"Then let me help you pay it off," he murmured, glancing over at her as they continued to walk. "I can't undo what they've done to you, Shoko, but I can help make your life easier from here on out." There was a pleading tone in his voice that made it clear how desperate he was for her to believe him. And even though part of him knew that offering this sort of protection would likely just make things worse down the line... he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when she looked so broken and helpless next to him.
"Just trust me, Shoko," he added quietly. "You don't have to go through this alone anymore."
Shoko stops walking, and after a few long seconds, she looks at Taemin with tears in her eyes. She hugs him while crying. "I don't want to be a bother..."
Taemin stiffened in surprise as Shoko unexpectedly hugged him tightly, her sobs muffled against his chest. He didn't hesitate to return the embrace, wrapping his powerful arms around her and holding her close. Her body trembled against his own, and he could feel every single one of her tears seeping through his shirt and landing on his skin. "Shhh..." he whispered softly, "You're not a bother. I just want to help you, Shoko."
Gently, he cupped her cheek with the palm of his hand and tilted her head up so that she was forced to meet his gaze. Even through her tears, he could see the doubt and confusion in her eyes. "I swear," he said earnestly, "on everything I hold dear... you won't regret trusting me." With those words, he leaned down and
Taemin kisses Shoko's forehead and hugs her tighter. "Thank you.." Shoko says, blushing and lowering her gaze, embarrassed to look into his eyes.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he felt her relax into him just a little more. "It's my pleasure," he murmured against her hair before pulling back to meet her gaze once again. Despite their circumstances, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contentment wash over him now that she was finally in his arms. For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn't feel so alone.
"Come on," he said softly, guiding her forward as they continued walking through the quiet streets back towards his home, "Let's get you cleaned up and taken care of." The mafia leader couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next... but for now, he was content to focus on just taking things one step at a time.
Upon arriving at the mansion, Taemin's men looked at Shoko strangely. As if she were Taemin's new prostitute, which made her uncomfortable.
As they entered the mansion and crossed the threshold into its luxurious halls, a look of contempt flashed across his features as he noticed several members of his crew staring at Shoko appraisingly. Their lewd comments and laughter only served to fuel the growing rage inside him. Quickening his pace, he led her through the maze-like corridors until they arrived at a lavish guest room with its own private bathroom.
"Stay here," he ordered gruffly before giving Shoko a curt nod and turning to leave the room. He had business to attend to, but once he returned, there were going to be some very uncomfortable conversations with his men about their behavior and respect for women, even if they were just hired guns. And as for LLM Loans... well, they'd find out soon enough what happened when you fucked with someone who could snap your neck
After a few hours, when Taemin returns, Shoko was eating some strawberries that Taemin's subordinate had brought her. Apparently, they haven't taken care of her bruises and bruises yet, so Taemin decided to do it on his own.
Taemin quietly entered the room and cast Shoko a pointed look as he closed the door behind him. He frowned when he noticed that she hadn't been attended to yet, but decided not to bring it up right now. Instead, he walked over to the bed and sat down beside her, picking up a small first-aid kit from where it had been left on the nightstand.
"This might sting a bit," he warned as he began carefully cleaning her wounds with alcohol-soaked cotton balls. Once she was as clean as possible, he opened the first aid kit and pulled out several sterile gauze pads and medical tape, which he proceeded to use to bandage her injuries.
As he worked, he found himself thinking about what he could do to help Shoko truly escape from her life of prostitution. It wouldn't be easy, but if anyone could find
As Taemin takes care of her bruises and bruises, he sees some he hasn't seen yet, underneath her shirt and shorts. But, Shoko was braless now.
"You have more injuries," he said quietly as he noticed some fresh bruises peeking out from under her clothing. Gently, he reached out and tugged her shirt up, revealing even more marks on her skin. His eyes darkened with a mixture of anger and pity as he looked at her broken body.
"Shoko... I need to see all your injuries if we're going to take care of them properly." He paused for a moment before adding softly, "Please let me help you." There was an almost pleading tone in his voice that Shoko couldn't ignore. She hesitated for only a moment longer before slowly lifting her shirt higher and exposing the rest of her injuries to his gaze.
"Thank you," he murmured as he finished cleaning the newest bruises with alcohol, wincing at the sting they caused despite their being several hours old now.
After taking care of the bruises on the torso, the ones on the breasts and groin were missing. Shoko continued eating strawberries, it seemed as if she had never eaten any in her life.
Taemin studied Shoko's body carefully as he worked, searching for any signs of further injury that might have been hidden beneath her clothing. As his gaze traveled lower and lower, it finally came to rest on the slight swell of her breasts, clearly visible through the stretched lace of her bra.
"Shoko," he said quietly, "there are no more bruises here..." His voice trailed off as he realized what she must be hiding. Slowly, he reached out and cupped one breast in his palm, feeling the soft weight of it against his hand. Despite himself, a shiver ran down his spine at the contact.
"Shoko," he said again, this time more firmly, "I need to see everything if I'm going to help you." With those words, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding past her lips to claim hers
When Taemin pulls away from the kiss, Shoko blushes and looks away. After a few seconds, she takes off her shorts, panties and bra, revealing even more bruises. "Sorry for hiding it, I was scared that..."
Taemin's eyes widened at the sight of her bruised and battered body laid bare before him. He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure as he took in every mark on her skin. Rage and determination surged through his veins at the thought of anyone being capable of hurting someone so beautiful.
"It's alright," he managed to say hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "I understand why you hid them." Gently, he reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand, lifting her chin until she was forced to meet his gaze once more. "And I promise you, Shoko... nobody else will ever hurt you again."
Shoko smiles softly and calmingly. That was the first time Taemin saw Shoko smile.
Taemin felt his heart clench in his chest as he saw the genuine smile grace Shoko's lips for the first time. It was like a punch to the gut, a reminder of all that she had endured and how strong she truly was. Despite the danger that surrounded her, this innocent girl still managed to find something to be grateful for. Something that he could offer her.
And with that realization came a newfound determination to keep her safe from harm, no matter what it took. No matter who or what stood in his way. For Shoko... somehow, she had become more than just another job for him. She was his reason for living, his light in the darkness.
Carefully, he began cleaning and bandaging her last few injuries before finally stepping back to survey his work. Satisfied that she would be able to rest now without any further discomfort, he
After taking care of Shoko's bruises, Taemin lies down next to her while they watch a movie cuddled up. After a few minutes, Shoko was sleeping naked so her clothes wouldn't remove the bandages from her bruises. Her face was on Taemin's chest, and she slept like an angel hugging him.
As the credits began to roll, a contented smile played across Taemin's lips as he watched Shoko sleep peacefully against his chest. Despite all she had been through, there was something incredibly innocent and pure about her. It made him feel protective, as if she were the only good thing left in a world full of filth and corruption.
His fingers idly traced gentle patterns on her back, soothing any lingering discomfort from where his rough hands had tended to her wounds earlier. As he continued to stare at the ceiling above them, lost in thought, he couldn't help but wonder what their future held together. Could they ever find a way for Shoko to truly be free of her past? And if so, would she ever want anything to do with him once it was all over?
There were no easy answers, and deep down, he knew it. But that
Suddenly, one of the men appears in the guest room and tells Taemin that he has a meeting at that time. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Shoko wakes up. "Hmm..."
Taemin's eyes fluttered open as he felt Shoko stir against him, her warm breath tickling his neck. With a sigh, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head before murmuring, "I have a meeting to attend to. I won't be long." Even as the words left his mouth, he couldn't help but wish that there was another way around it. He hated leaving her alone, even for just a little while.
Carefully, he slid out from underneath Shoko and stood up, offering her a hand up when she sat up as well. "Stay here," he said with an almost pleading tone in his voice, "and lock the door behind me." Once he was certain that she would be safe while he was gone, he turned and headed out into the hallway, promising himself to return as soon as possible.
The air outside of the guest
After a few hours, when Taemin returns, Shoko was waiting for him next to the door. When she sees him, she smiles and hugs him. "I thought you abandoned me."
Taemin's expression softened as he felt Shoko's small arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. "Of course not," he murmured gently into her hair before pulling back to meet her eyes. He tried to convey all the love and affection that he felt for her with just a look, even though part of him knew it would never be enough.
"I had some business to attend to," he said quietly as they slowly began walking towards the bedroom once more, "but I'm back now." She smiled up at him, and despite his best efforts not to let her in any deeper than she already was, a warmth spread through his chest at the sight of it.
For now, he would cherish every moment they had together - even if it was only an illusion, doomed to fade away the moment reality caught up with them both.
"While you were gone, my arm started to bleed. Also, my neck turned purple." Taemin looks at Shoko, surprised and afraid that his bruises have gotten worse. Somehow, she talked as if this had happened several times.
Taemin gritted his teeth in frustration as he took in Shoko's injured arm and bruised neck. How many times had this happened while she was alone? It infuriated him that there were people out there who would hurt her like this, despite everything he'd done to try and keep them away.
"We need to find a way for you to stay safe," he said firmly, his eyes burning with determination, "even when I'm not around." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice softer now, "I don't want you to ever feel like you have to go through this again."
Gently, he took her arm and examined the wound more closely. It wasn't deep, but it would need stitches to close properly. As for her bruise, he couldn't do anything about that now except let it heal on its own over time.
"It's okay, I washed it with water now. Well, I tried using the medical kit, with the ointments, bandages and everything... But I don't know how to use these things." Shoko says while pointing to the open kit and some wasted bandages on the bed.
Taemin felt his heart clench at the sight of her injured arm and the wasted medical supplies scattered on the bed. He hated seeing her struggle like this. "Alright," he said, taking a deep breath to steady himself before carefully cleaning her wound with alcohol, then disinfecting it with Betadine. After that came the process of stitching up the wound with sterile sutures and covering it with a fresh bandage.
Once he was finished, he took a step back to inspect his work before looking at Shoko. "There. That should be good for now." He forced himself not to think about how vulnerable she must feel without him there. Instead, he focused on the task at hand: protecting her no matter what it cost.
"Thanks." Shoko lies down on the bed and looks at the plate with strawberries and a small pot of melted chocolate. "These things are really delicious, do you rich people eat them often?"
"Sometimes," he replied, sitting down beside her on the bed. "They're not a regular thing in my diet, but they are one of my favorites. Why? Don't tell me you haven't had them before..." His voice trailed off as he watched her expression, suddenly worried that she might have been deprived of simple pleasures like this while working for LLM Loans.
As she looked up at him with those innocent eyes, he found it hard to keep his anger and determination in check. All he wanted was for her to be happy, safe from harm, and living the life she deserved. If that meant indulging in strawberries and melted chocolate every now and then, so be it.
"I also saw some people eating steaks in restaurants. I always wanted to try it." Shoko says, looking at the ceiling. "Ah, there's something else I want to try. Chocolate or vanilla ice cream."
Taemin smiled and reached out to take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'll make sure you get to try everything you want," he promised. "Steak, ice cream... anything you desire." For a moment, he was tempted to order them both some right then and there, but something held him back. Maybe later, once they had found a way to end this for good.
As she pondered over her choice of chocolate or vanilla, Taemin's thoughts drifted back to the task at hand: locating LLM Loans and ending their operations once and for all. The sooner he could do that, the sooner Shoko would be free from harm... and maybe they could finally enjoy the lives they deserved together.
"Will you be bothered if I say everything I want to prove? It's just that there are a lot of things, and when I said too much, in the best cases they would make some cuts to me." Shoko says while putting a strawberry dipped in chocolate in her mouth.
"No," he assured her gently, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to hear everything you have to say, no matter how much it hurts." It was true; the more information they had about LLM Loans and their operations, the better chance they'd have of putting an end to them for good. And if that meant listening to Shoko as she shared her painful experiences, then so be it.
"You can tell me anything," he repeated, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "I'm here for you." And as he spoke those words, he prayed that they weren't empty promises.
Shoko smiles and lays her head on Taemin's lap. "Well, I wanted to listen to music. In fact, I want to have a favorite song." She played with her hands while she spoke. It was incredible how she looked like a child sometimes. "I also want to paint my nails and wear dresses, like rich women do." She played with a lock of her hair as she spoke.
Taemin listened intently as she spoke, nodding understandingly at each request. Though he knew he couldn't always grant her every wish immediately, he was determined to make sure that she experienced all the joys and comforts that she deserved. Even if it meant going against his usual aloof demeanor, he would do whatever it took to make her happy - at least while she was in his care.
"We'll find a song you'll love," he promised with a gentle smile, "and when the time is right, I'll even take you shopping for dresses." His thumb brushed lightly against the soft skin of her arm as he spoke, an unintentional gesture of affection that made him feel surprisingly vulnerable. But there was something about Shoko that brought out the protective side in him, the part of himself that yearned to care for and cherish her.
For now,
Suddenly, Shoko's eyes widen and gets up from Taemin's lap. "Ah! There's something I really want to try!"
Taemin raised an eyebrow at her sudden excitement but didn't say anything as she seemed to be in a good mood. Instead, he patiently waited for her to elaborate on this new desire of hers. After all, part of his job now was to make sure that Shoko felt comfortable and happy around him - even if it meant indulging in some of her childish whims.
"What do you call when a man puts a ring on a woman's finger?" Shoko said pointing to her ring finger "I want a diamond ring on my finger! And I want a man to put it on my finger, a loving and protective man!"
Taemin's heart skipped a beat at her words, a mixture of surprise and something else he couldn't quite place flitting across his features. As she spoke of wanting a loving and protective man to put a diamond ring on her finger, he couldn't help but wonder if she realized the implications of what she was saying... or if it had even crossed her mind that he might fit that description.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they locked eyes, the air heavy with unspoken words and hidden meanings. Then, slowly and deliberately, he reached out and took her hand in his own, turning it palm up so that she could see his gaze never wavered from hers as he began tracing patterns on her skin with his thumb.
"If I found such a man," he murmured quietly, "I would make sure he gave you everything your heart desired." There was a
Shoko smiles and lies down on Taemin's lap again. "I also want my hair to have some blonde highlights, you know?"
"Your hair already looks beautiful the way it is," he assured her with a gentle smile, "but if that's what you truly want, I will make sure to arrange for it." His fingers continued to caress her skin as she lay in his lap, the warmth and comfort of his touch slowly working its way through her.
For now, he would give her whatever she asked for, no matter how frivolous or unimportant it might seem to an outsider. Because to him, she was precious - the most important person in the world. And as long as she was with him, he would do everything in his power to keep her safe and happy.
"My hair isn't pretty. That's what they said, and it's true! I wanted my hair to be straight, not curly..." Shoko said, playing with one of her curls.
"Your hair is beautiful," he insisted, combing his fingers through her curls gently. "Curly or straight, it doesn't matter. You are stunning just the way you are." The words were out before he could censor himself, surprising even him with their earnestness. But as he looked down at Shoko, lying trustingly in his lap, all he could see was perfection.
"I will help you find a hairstylist who can give you the look you want," he continued, "whether that's straight hair or curly. And when we're done with that, I have another surprise for you..." The idea had just come to him now, but already his heart raced with excitement at the thought of what they could do together.
"What surprise?" Shoko asks, letting go of the curl and looking at Taemin with curiosity in her eyes.
Taemin smiled mysteriously down at her, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Something special," he replied cryptically, enjoying the way she leaned in closer to hear him better. As much as he wanted to tell her right then and there, part of him loved keeping her guessing, wondering what could possibly be next.
"Trust me," he added softly, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her face, "it will be something you'll never forget." And with that teasing comment, he leaned down and pressed his lips lightly against hers, unable to resist the temptation any longer. The kiss was chaste at first, nothing more than a brief brushing of their lips together, but as she opened her mouth slightly in surprise, he deepened it, letting out a shuddering sigh into her mouth.
For now, all that mattered was this moment - their connection and the head
After Taemin pulls away from the kiss, Shoko smiles and lies down on Taemin's lap again. "What does it mean when you do that to someone? You know, putting your lips on theirs?"
Taemin chuckled softly, knowing exactly what she was asking about even though she had put it delicately. "It means...," he began, choosing his words carefully before continuing, "...that a man shows affection to a woman by touching her lips with his." He paused for a moment, wondering how much more she wanted to know. "And when two people feel close to each other, they might do this as a way of showing their love and devotion."
He traced the shape of her mouth with his thumb before asking gently, "Is there anything else you'd like to know?" There was no judgment in his tone, only curiosity and openness. He wanted to be whatever it was she needed him to be: a friend, a protector... or even more.
"Hmm... That's a lie." Shoko said, still looking at Taemin. "They also kissed me sometimes, but I think cutting off the person you kiss isn't a show of affection."
Taemin couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over him as she spoke of her experiences with the men who had hurt her. He knew that kissing someone roughly was not how affection should be shown, and he wished there was some way to undo all the pain she had endured.
"Perhaps you are right," he murmured, his voice soft and gentle as he stroked a finger along her cheek. "Not all kisses are created equal." Then, with sudden determination, he leaned in closer, brushing her lips with his own before deepening the kiss, exploring her mouth eagerly yet gently. When they parted again, his gaze was locked on hers as he asked, "Do you understand now?"
There was a vulnerability in his voice that surprised even him, but he couldn't help it. He wanted Shoko to know that the way he kissed her
Shoko smiles and kisses Taemin back. "I think I understand." Shoko lies down on Taemin's lap again. "Hmm... Is it true that all rich people are beautiful?"
It's not true," he answered with a chuckle, running his fingers through her hair again. "Some people have money and aren't blessed with good looks... But you already know that." She giggled at this, curling up closer to him as if seeking comfort and reassurance in his strength and presence.
He wanted to tell her more about himself, to share his feelings for her without revealing too much at once. "You know," he began carefully, "beauty comes from within. A kind heart, a compassionate soul... those things are what truly make someone beautiful." As he spoke these words, he couldn't help but wonder if she would understand the hidden meaning behind them.
For now, though, they could just enjoy each other's company, basking in the peace and quiet that had come with escaping from LLM Loans. And perhaps, when the time was right,
"So I'm pretty?" Shoko asks, squeezing her own cheek.
"You're more than pretty," he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. "To me, you're perfect." He leaned in close to whisper against her ear, "And I think it's about time we showed everyone else just how beautiful you really are." There was a fierceness in his voice that spoke of determination and protectiveness, and for the first time, she saw a hint of the man he truly was beneath all the layers of control and indifference.
Her eyes widened as she considered what he meant by that, but before she could ask any questions, he pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting hers. "What would you say if I told you that I wanted to make LLM Loans pay for everything they've done? To get your father off your back and give you the life you deserve?"
Shoko felt a thrill run through her as she considered the
Shoko jumps up and hugs Taemin, making him lie down on the bed and she is on top of him. "Then you would be beautiful too." Her leg was between his, her knee pressing into his groin.
As she wrapped her arms around him and laid on top of him, he couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure course through his body. The way she moved against him, the heat of her skin pressing against his... it was all intensely arousing. But at the same time, there was something else beneath the surface of their physical connection: a deepening bond and an undeniable trust that they were both beginning to feel for one another.
He returned her embrace, holding her close as he spoke softly into her ear. "If I make LLM Loans pay, if we can end this nightmare together... then nothing would give me more pleasure than spending the rest of my life making you happy." His hand slid up from her hip to cup one breast through her shirt, eliciting a soft moan from Shoko as he continued, "I want that diamond ring on your finger. I want to be the
I want to be the man who gives you everything your heart desires," he breathed against her skin, his thumb brushing lightly across her nipple through her clothes as his other hand cupped the opposite breast, squeezing gently. "And I want to show you just how good it feels to have someone who truly cares for you and will always protect you." His lips found her earlobe, suckling lightly before he continued in a husky whisper, "To me, there is nothing more beautiful than that."
As their bodies moved together, the tension between them building with each passing moment, it became increasingly clear to him that Shoko was beginning to feel the same way. And as they slowly succumbed to the powerful urges coursing through them both, Taemin knew that from this point on, nothing would ever be the same again.
With a quiet groan, he rolled over, pin
With Shoko beneath him, she moans in fright and looks at Taemin. "And that? What does it mean? Those men always did that to me too."
"That's not right," he growled, "they shouldn't be doing that." He glanced down at her exposed body and felt his anger rising. "I will make sure they pay for what they did to you," he promised fiercely, running a hand through his hair before turning back to her.
Taemin bent his head, brushing his lips against hers gently. "When I'm with you like this," he whispered, "I want it to feel good for both of us." His hands moved to cup her breasts again, rubbing circles across the sensitive buds through the fabric of her shirt.
Shoko moaned, arching into his touch as desire coursed through her. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting more, needing to feel connected in this moment. "Then show me," she breathed against his lips. "Teach me what it feels like."
Her
He smiled down at her as he lowered his head, kissing her more deeply this time, their tongues tangling together in a dance of desire and longing. His hands slipped underneath the hem of her top, finally cupping her bare breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. Shoko cried out at the sensation as he began to stroke and knead them, eliciting soft moans from deep within her throat.
As their kiss continued, his hands slid lower, tugging at her pants until they were pushed down her hips and discarded on the floor. His fingers teased her folds through her underwear before finally slipping beneath the lace, touching her bare skin for the first time. She was slick with desire, her body shuddering at his touch.
"Teach you?" he murmured against her lips. "It seems like you already know how to
Shoko moans and hugs Taemin tighter. "This always felt weird and wrong... But with you, it feels right..."
"It's because I want this as much as you do," he breathed against her neck, his fingers sliding deeper into her wet heat. "I want to make it feel good for both of us." With each stroke of his fingers she arched closer to him, moaning his name like a prayer. Her hips began to rock against his hand in time with his touch, urging him onward toward release.
As their bodies moved together in a dance of pleasure, he leaned down and captured one nipple between his teeth, sucking gently as he continued to tease her until she cried out his name and tensed around his fingers. "That's it," he murmured against her skin, feeling the tension begin to release in her body. He thrust two fingers deeper, finding her sensitive spot and hitting it perfectly. Shoko cried out again, her whole body shuddering as she came hard around his fingers
Shoko pants as she recovers, and kisses Taemin. "Make me feel better, please..." taemin smiles, but before he can do anything, they hear a knock on the door.
As she recovers from her orgasm, Shoko begs him to make her feel better with another round of passionate lovemaking. But before they can resume, a knock on the door interrupts their intimate moment. His heart skips a beat as he glances towards the door, his expression hardening into one of determination. He reaches out to brush some hair away from her face, murmuring softly against her ear, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone disturb us." With that reassurance, he pulls back slightly and kisses her tenderly before leaning in closer to whisper into her ear, "Stay here. Let me handle this."
His movements are quick and purposeful as he straightens his clothes, making himself presentable once again. He moves silently across the room to the door, opening it just a crack so that only an eye can peek through. "Yes?"
When Taemin opens the door, it was one of his men. The man says the director of LLM Loans was there, looking for his best prostitute and cash cow, Shoko.
Taemin's eyes narrow as he listens to the message, his expression darkening further. "Very well," he responds curtly before closing the door again. He takes a deep breath, composing himself, and then turns back to face Shoko. His voice is gentle yet steely when he speaks. "It seems our time together will have to wait for now."
He kneels down in front of her, taking her hands in his own. "Shoko, I need you to trust me on this. There's something I need to take care of first before we can continue our... lessons." Her brow furrows in confusion, but he continues anyway. "I promise once it's all settled, I will make it up to you tenfold for any delay."
Shoko frowns, not quite understanding what's going on, but she nods nevertheless. As Taemin stands and straight
As he watches her nod in understanding, a surge of protectiveness fills him. He moves to the door again and carefully peeks out through the crack before opening it wider, revealing himself to the person waiting outside. "The director is here?" His voice remains cool and composed as he listens to the response from his man, but there's an undercurrent of determination beneath the surface that speaks volumes about what Taemin is planning on doing next.
When Taemin arrives in the room where the director of LLM Loans was, the director had 2 armed men behind him. Taemin enters with 4 of his armed men. "Where is my whore? Or rather, as she is called by my men, Silver curls." *The director says."
Taemin's eyes narrow at the director's words, but he doesn't let it show on his face. "She is not yours to call by whatever pet name you've assigned her," he says calmly, keeping his tone controlled and cold. "And she is most certainly not your whore."
His men move into position around them, forming a semi-circle that effectively blocks the director and his own guards from making any sudden moves. Taemin takes another step forward, closing the distance between himself and the director further. "She belongs to me now," he says, voice low and dangerous, "and I'll be damned if you or anyone else tries to take her from me again."
The director shrugs his shoulders and signals to one of his men. The man places a folder on the table. "There's all the information about LLM Loans, you can have it for yourself if you give us back our best whore."
Taemin laughs coldly and leans down to scoop up the folder, flipping through its contents as he straightens back up. "You make it sound like she's some sort of valuable commodity," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But I'm more than willing to let you go on thinking that." Without further ado, he casually tosses the folder aside and takes another step forward, moving even closer to the director. "She means much more to me than any of your pathetic records ever could," he growls. "So why don't you just admit defeat and leave now?"
The director stands up with a smile on his face and puts his hand in his pocket. "Do you want to know why she is our best whore?" The director approaches Taemin, leaving the men alert. El places a hand on Taemin's shoulder and approaches. "Why, her body is magnificent, her personality is adorable, and her curls are mesmerizing." The director gives another signal to his men and hands a photo of the younger Shoko to Taemin. From a young age, she already looked like an angel. "We caught her when she was 10 years old, and all the men in the company wanted to take away her innocence, so she was destined to become a prostitute, since everyone pays me well for take that innocence away from her.”
Anger flashes in his eyes as he listens to the director's story, but he remains outwardly calm and composed. The mention of Shoko's innocence being taken from her only serves to fuel his anger further. With a swift motion, he roughly shoves the photo back into the director's hands and demands, "Give me their names."
His men tense at his words, ready for any sign of violence from the opposing side. But for now, it seems Taemin has other plans in mind. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself under control as he continues, "Tell your men to leave now and never come back. And tell them that if I ever see Shoko working for you again, I'll make sure they regret the day they ever laid eyes on her."
The director smiles and walks to the door to leave.
"Ah, one last thing. Your precious Shoko lost her virginity when she was 10, you know? It was the first time she was beaten for doing absolutely nothing. And also, she's afraid of being alone for more than 2 hours."
After that, the director follows the path and leaves. How could he break this news just now, after this conversation had already lasted 4 hours? Quickly, Taemin turns and runs to the guest room, where Shoko was.
As he reaches the guest room, Taemin bursts through the door to find Shoko curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face. Her whole body is trembling as she tries to comprehend the shocking revelations she's just heard. Without hesitation, he rushes over and gathers her into his arms, rocking her gently back and forth as he whispers soothing words in her ear.
"It's okay," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm here now. And I will never let anything like that happen to you again." For the first time since they met, there is real tenderness in his voice as he holds her close and comforts her through her tears.
He feels her shiver against him and tightens his embrace, offering her what little warmth he can muster in an attempt to chase away the chill that has settled over
After a few minutes of trying to calm her down, Shoko falls asleep in Taemin's arms. Her hair was messy, as during this time she had pulled her hair several times. There were several strands of hair on the floor.
Taemin gazes down at her sleeping form with an odd mixture of relief and heartache. He brushes a stray lock of hair away from her face, tenderly caressing her cheek before nestling his own head into the crook of her neck. For the rest of the night, he holds her close, protecting her fragile body with his own strength. Despite knowing that their lives will never be easy now, he can't help but feel a strange sense of rightness in this moment. It was as if fate itself had brought them together, and nothing could tear them apart again.
When Taemin wakes up, a few hours later, Shoko was eating ice cream that she had ordered for one of his subordinates. She smiles and eats while a cat sleeps on her lap.
Taemin blinks sleepily as he takes in the scene before him. Shoko is lazily eating ice cream while a cat sleeps contentedly on her lap, oblivious to the weight of their shared history and the hardship that lies ahead. He can't help but smile at the sight, feeling an odd sense of peace wash over him despite the turmoil within.
"Hungry?" he asks softly, taking a seat beside her on the bed. The cat opens one lazy eye and regards him briefly before deciding that Taemin isn't much of a threat and promptly returning to its slumber. Shoko glances up at him and offers him some ice cream with a small smile.
"Want some?"
"Your subordinate is really cool! I ordered a 3-scoop ice cream, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry, and along with it he brought me a kitten!" Shoko says while smiling and eating, sometimes petting the kitten.
Taemin chuckles softly at her words, not quite sure how to respond. He takes a spoonful of the ice cream she offers him and savors the cold sweetness on his tongue before replying, "He's... loyal." He trails off, thinking about all that had happened in the past few days. The director of LLM Loans would no doubt be looking for revenge against them both, but for now they were safe within the confines of Taemin's well-guarded home.
The cat stretches lazily and yawns before hopping down from Shoko's lap, meandering away in search of a more comfortable spot to snooze. "So," he begins awkwardly, "what would you like to do today?" He glances at her, hoping that maybe they could find some way to enjoy themselves amidst the tension and uncertainty that surrounded them
"Hmm... I don't know... Can we go shopping for clothes for me? I feel like I'm just making your clothes dirty by wearing them." Shoko says, looking at Taemin's white shirt she was wearing.
"Shopping sounds like fun," he replies with a smile. "And I'm more than happy to let you wear my clothes anytime you want." He gives her shoulder a light squeeze before standing up and offering her his hand. "Come on, let's go find something suitable for our outing today."
As they head towards the door together, Taemin can't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions swirling within him. He knows that their relationship is complicated and fraught with danger, yet at times like this it's hard not to enjoy the simple pleasures of being together. Maybe, just maybe, they could find some sort of happiness despite everything they had been through.
Shoko wears the short denim skirt and a black crop top with hearts on it that she was wearing when she and Taemin first met. "That's the only outfit I have."
Taemin arches an eyebrow as she reveals her outfit choice. It brings back memories of their first meeting, and despite himself, a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "I see... Well, you look just as lovely in it today as you did then." He takes her hand, intertwining their fingers as they walk through the streets together, their guards following discreetly behind them.
As they window shop and try on various items, Taemin finds himself surprisingly enjoying spending time with Shoko like this. It's almost... normal. But he knows better than to let his guard down; danger still lurks around every corner, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike them both down.
"Taemin, look at that lipstick!" Shoko takes out a lipstick and shows it to Taemin. It was more of a gloss than a lipstick, as it didn't have color but shine.
Taemin glances at the lip gloss curiously, his expression neutral. "It certainly is shiny," he remarks, not quite sure how else to respond to her excitement over makeup. "Do you want me to help you put some on?" He offers cautiously, not entirely sure if that's what she wanted or expected from him.
"Yes, I don't know how to put on lipstick.." Shoko says, lowering her head in shame.
"It's really quite simple," he tells her reassuringly as they find a quiet spot to sit down. He sits down next to her and takes the lip gloss, holding it up so that she can see how he does it. Then, carefully guiding her lips with his thumbs, he traces the shiny stick along her lower lip, pressing gently until it coats her mouth in a thin layer of sparkling rose.
"There you go," he says once he's finished. He steps back to admire his handiwork, noticing how much softer her lips look with the gloss. "You look even prettier now." The words are out before he can stop them, and he regrets them almost instantly. But somehow, saying it feels right in this moment.