Chapter 4 (1/2)

“Jiyong ssi!“

The young heir turned to the source of the voice—distaste instantly flooding over him. He kept the stern and

indifferent look on his face when facing the other person.

“Seungri ssi—“

“—has been sent back home.” Jiyong replied nonchalantly, staring right into the other’s eyes.

The other person looked slightly surprised but the expression soon turned into something near to a scowl.

“You did that on purpose didn’t you?” It sounded more like an accusation than a question.

Taking an impatient breath in and crossing his arms over his chest, “So, I did. It was the second time since they met, when a thick intense atmosphere surround them both. And

strangely, it’s always due to the same reason, the same person. However, it was the other who spoke first this

time round. He smirked, “You do have this little knowledge of knowing that I can make my father pull out of

this pathetic partnership with just a word, don’t you?”

“I do.” Jiyong answered mockingly with a quirk at the corner of his lips.

The other man widened his eyes at the blunt response. “What?”

Jiyong laughed airily as he stepped closer. His eyes narrowed in precision as he kept the small smile on his face.

“Let me get this straight,” He started confidently. “I don’t care who you are, where you come from, or what

your father can do. All of that, I’m not interested.” He moved his face closer to the other man before

continuing. “What I am more concerned about, is that my father had handed me an assignment where I’d be

working with a great partner who’s serious about a great investment guaranteed with rich prospects. But here

I am stuck with a good-for-nothing rascal who seemed to only have his mind on MY possession.” Jiyong

lifted a perfect brow as satisfaction washed over him when he saw disbelief fleet past the other’s face.

“W— what?” He stared with mouth gaping, unable to believe that someone had actually just spoken in that

manner to him.

“Go home and cry to your father if you want to. Withdraw from this investment for all I care. Do whatever you

want,” Jiyong grabbed the man’s collar as he hauled him a little off his feet. The other man, tiptoeing now,

gave a little squeak as he grabbed at Jiyong’s hands around his shirt. “—But keep your hands off my property.”

The young heir threatened with a growl and something dangerous sparked in his eyes.

The poor man, now too lost for words, could only gasp in reply. “Your father will hate you for this. My dad will

pull out of—“

Jiyong shook the man as his hands still grabbed his collar. “Did you not hear what I just said?” He brought his

face right up in front of him. The two men now have their foreheads plastered together. “I—am—NOT

interested—in what you OR your father can do. Just leave me with things that belong to me, and leave.”

The man in his hands grew so angry— he shook with frustration and scowled at the audacity of the young heir.

He threw his hands off before he spat out. “You will regret this. Your father will hate you, and oh, do

remember this Jiyong,” He snarled in disgust. “YOU just caused your father to lose this multi-billion dollar

partnership.” He laughed sickly and Jiyong decided he really hated the sound. “You’ll regret this even before

you go home to that little pet of yours.” He finished and turned away, shoving people out of his way as he

stormed out of the vicinity.

Jiyong stared after the back of his ex-partner until he disappeared out of sight. Planting his hands into both his

pockets, he smirked before turning back into his office.

***

I’ll send you home now, we can continue with this at night.” 

There was something in that tone that tells Seungri to expect more than just a simple talk. He had never seen

Jiyong so overwhelmed with such emotions before. The anger that twisted that charming face into something

so unfamiliar, the storm in those eyes as he looked at Seungri as if he was battling with something within him.

And then there was that familiar possessive look from the young heir that always sends shivers down Seungri’s

spine—creating tingling warmth that spiral throughout his body, reminding the younger man of how

vulnerable he can be around Jiyong.

He jumped a little when the door opened. Swallowing thickly as he watched Jiyong move soundlessly across

the room to remove his shirt and tie. Seungri stiffened when the elder suddenly stopped and turned to look into the mirror over the dressing table, at his reflection. He clenched onto the sheets underneath him, gaining

temporary confidence to look the other in the eye.

Jiyong blinked a few times, expressionless, and then he started walking towards the bed Seungri was sitting on.

“So,” He tucked his hands into the pockets of the pants he still wore. “You had fun talking to the guy this

morning?”