Purple Lamborghini (1/1)

Finally. They are gone again and wont return from their business trip for the next two weeks. Junmyeon was alone with the house staff, just like he spent most of his lifetime yet. Birthdays and Christmases were celebrated in the spacious living room filled with some of the house staff, normally the familys butler Minhyuck, a few maids and when he was younger Yoona, his nanny. Junmyeon was just a part of his parents business plan. They needed an heir, so they decided to have child and hope that it will be male. There wasnt any love in the relationship between the parents and the son. They only ever made sure, that he had good grades and left the house as less as possible. It would be impossible to imagine their heir getting hurt or kidnapped, whod run their company then? The only love Junmyeon ever received was from the house staff and Yoona. They gave him warm hugs when he was sad or sick, watched his school plays and spent time with him. His parents only came to formal school ceremonies when it was required and that also just to make sure their family gave a perfect picture to the outside. Junmyeon never disappointed them. His grades were outstanding, he topped most of his classes and he grew to be a handsome and polite young man. The perfect heir his parents dreamed of. At least, that was what he seemed to be.To be honest, Junmyeon always hated the idea of running a company, still does. He is not interested in this kind of business and despises commanding people around. And he is bored, extremely bored and sick of having to stay in the mansion all the time instead of spending the evenings outside or with friends. He is eighteen and has never been outside alone past 8 pm. The school year, and with that his time in high-school, is over and of course he graduated as the best student of the year. And after summer break, he will be attending the university his parents chose for him to study business at. Everything must be just like his parents want it to be, his opinion isnt asked. They are already looking for possible business partners, with a pretty daughter that he could marry. Junmyeon is as straight as a circle, but how should they know, if they never spend more time with him than necessary. Its not like they d care anyways. The positive side of never leaving the house was that Junmyeon knew it like the back of his hand. He knew every single room, door and window, knew where the cameras were placed, and which door or window was secured with an alarm (basically the whole first and second floor). He knew on which way he could leave the mansion and could get back anytime. At least, he knew in theory. Not a single time he really left on that way, but he knew the possibilities he had. And knowledge can be more than just useful sometimes, it can actually save your ass.As 10 pm approached, Junmyeon got ready to leave, a mixture of excitement and fear inside of him. He found some black skinny jeans with holes on the knees, simple sneakers, a dark blue button-up and a leather jacket in the depths of his closet. His mother would throw a fit if she saw him wearing an outfit like that. According to her, her son should have class and wearing ripped jeans or a leather jacket definitely wasnt considered that. Anyway, if everything is going to work out, she will never find out about his choice of clothing and his whereabouts for the evening.Junmyeon could see most of the house staff leaving through his bedroom window. By half past 10pm only Minhyuck and a handful others would be left in the mansion and most likely asleep. Junmyeon knew that his absence wouldnt go unnoticed, since there were cameras all around the house and the backyard, but nobody would check them, if he won t run into an alarm. He left the building over his balcony. There was an alarm, but he never turned it on since he liked watching the night sky sometimes and was too lazy to turn it back on afterwards. In front of his balcony was an old oak tree. When he was younger he loved secretly climbing on it and even had a swing hung onto one of the bigger branches. The way down the tree and across the garden was left behind him quickly, same as the backdoor. You could turn off the alarm with a password on both sides of the door since the staff used that way to leave the estate. Not very far from the Kim property was a bus stop and that was where Junmyeon s first way led him. After a short wait he entered the bus, paid and found a seat in the back, quite close to the exit. The ride wasnt particularly long, but still long enough to give him time to think about his actions. If he was honest with himself he felt a little anxious about leaving alone and spending time in Seoul s party district, it was his first night out after all. After about 20 minutes the bus stopped at his destination and together with a few other people around his age, Junmyeon left the vehicle.The view in front of him was breath taking. Bright neon signs of all colours and sizes filled the street before him. Music and voices filled the night air, dozens of people were chatting and laughing together while smoking cigarettes or lining up for clubs. Junmyeon practically soaked the atmosphere in while wandering along the street. There were several clubs and bars, all filled with people. After walking around for a while, he chose a club named cloud 9, There werent too many people waiting outside anymore and he got in after a minute or two. The inside was loud, crowded and quite dark. Junmyeon loved it. There were stairs going down from the entryway to a huge dancefloor that was surrounded by raised sitting booths. A bar was installed on the left side, next to the entry of a hallway that led to the restrooms. Junmyeon found his way through the dancing crowd and took a seat on one of the bar stools. He decided to watch his surroundings first while having a drink, before going on the dancefloor himself.Your first time here?, the blond bartender asked when he ordered his drink.Yes, how do you know?I know most people here. My name is Jackson by the way, he introduced himself, while mixing the drink.I'm Junmyeon. Junmyeon was a little intimidated by the others appearance. The tattoos and piercings gave him a dark aura, but he seemed nice and Junmyeon found himself engraved in a conversation rather quickly. Occasionally, Jackson mixed some cocktails for those who took a break from dancing, but he always came back to Junmyeon.After about an hour his shift was over and he led Junmyeon to the dancefloor. They danced together for quite a while and Jackson introduced him to some people they met in between. Talking was pretty hard because of the loud music and when the genre switched to slower songs, the older showed him a way through a back door so they could continue their conversation while the blond Chinese smoked a cigarette.There were barely any people behind the club, just parked cars, most likely belonging to the workers oft the nightclub. Surprisingly they all looked quite expensive. Especially an old model of a purple Lamborghini. Jackson just told him about the owners of the club, some gang, as they heard loud voices talking. There were people behind that purple Lamborghini and it seemed like they were fighting. Pretty hard. Junmyeon could see people being shoved around and the shouting got louder with time.Oh fuck, cant we have a night without those assholes coming for stress?, Jackson muttered before turning to Junmyeon. Wait here or go back inside Junmyeon. I'll take care of this. He pushed himself away from the wall they were leaning at and started to walk towards the fight. Wait, Junmyeon called out, youre sure you dont want to get help or something, instead of just going there alone?

Huh, no. I know them and they know that if they dont leave when I tell them to, theyll get in trouble with the boss. And with that he left.Junmyeon felt anxious as he watched his new friend approach the group of fighting people. He couldnt quite understand what he was telling them, but it seemed like he took a side pretty quickly and Junmyeons stomach turned upside down when Jackson landed his fist on the jaw of some guy, before shouting fuck off at him and his companions. Apparently, that worked out well and he came back with four other guys in leather jackets trailing behind him, who didnt even notice Junmyeon and went straight into the club.Sorry bout that, Jackson apologized, these idiots just dont understand the meaning of territory and keep showing up to pick stupid fights with our members.Junmyeon nodded, but he was a little confused. What did Jackson mean with territory? Were they a gang or something? He didnt dare to ask, but also didnt really have a chance to do so, because two of the gays from before came out of the backdoor again. Need a ride, Jackson?, one of them asked in Chinese. For the first time, Junmyeon was grateful for all those exhausting Chinese classes he had since the end of elementary school.Only if you take him home too, Jackson replied, before looking back at Junmyeon and asking him if he was ok with it, switching back to Korean. The brown-haired boy hesitated for a second before nodding in agreement. Only if it doesnt take you out of your way, he answered quietly. The new guys made him a little nervous, especially the taller one, who constantly seemed to be checking him out. You said you live in Apgujeong-dong, right? Thats not far from here and Id rather have my knew friend home safely than letting you ride a bus at this time of the night, Jackson didnt sound as if hed accept any protest, so Junmyeon just nodded and let himself be dragged to the purple Lamborghini.The ride was rather uneventful. The two guys sat at the front, Jackson introduced them as Lay and Chen, they talked in Chinese most of the time, while the one named Lay drove. Junmyeon and Jackson sat in the back and quietly chatted about this and that after exchanging their phone numbers. Junmyeon asked them to drop him off at the corner of his street since he was scared that the staff might have noticed his absence and hed get his new friend in trouble if they showed up in front of the gates. So Junmyeon bid the Chinese boys goodbye and after he promised Jackson to visit 'cloud 9' again soon and text him when hes home, he walked down the street towards his home.Junmyeons worries were unnecessary. The house was dark when he arrived, and he entered as fast as he left. In his room he felt a little sad about the night being over, but it was half past 2 in the morning already and for sure wont be the last night at 'cloud 9'. As promised, he texted Jackson before getting ready for bed. His experience was amazing, and he finally got to meet new people and make a friend. His mind felt clouded from the alcohol he drank, so he passed off to sleep pretty soon. Dreaming of loud music, dancing people and purple cars. A/N: Hello togetherI'm terribly sorry for uploading this chapter before it was finsihed and prove read. I simply forgot to save it as a draft. Sorry about that. >.<Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story and please leave me some feedback so I can improve my writing skills.Thank you for reading <3