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Collateral

“Do-yoon”

Chapter 1

Pale skin, eyes covered with messy hair, busted lips, and plain shirt and pants that looked ragged. It was a cold night, and the weather was blissful with a bright new moon.

But it was never peaceful for Do-yoon.

“Ah, ah,” Do-yoon groaned. His 7th foster father dragged him out of the house. His tears trickled down his cheeks, and droplets touched the ground. He struggled to say a word.

Before heading to the location, his father beat him for not doing his job well in their small eatery restaurant. He did what his father asked him to do, but his foster father never stopped blaming him. Every day, he tormented Do-yoon for his disability.

Do-yoon was a recessive omega. Despite that, he is half-deaf and unable to speak well. His mother left him at a small church when he was a newborn. Then they brought him to the children's home.

He was never treated the same as normal kids. He lacked proper education and didn’t know much about the outside world. He was ignorant. He was timid and naive. He was adopted several times. But with his disability, they brought him back to the orphanage.

Until his 7th foster parent adopted him, his life became peaceful. They showered him with the attention that a child needs. He was allowed to go to school. But when his foster parent had a newborn daughter, who was an omega. They neglected him straight away.

With the short education he gained from the disability school, he tried to study and learn whenever he was at home. But his father opposed him to self-study. He told Do-yoon that he was better off helping him in their restaurant than studying. It would not make any difference to his impairment, since he couldn't speak or hear well at all.

Stripped of studying, Do-yoon became more apprehensive. Dense of what other people do in their lives. He had no friends. He had no one to lean on. He had nothing but himself. Unloved by his foster family. 

He wondered why they adopted him. That even if he did everything to please their expectations. He was nothing but an orphan who was a burden to a happy family, to which he was not welcome anymore.

That's when his foster father had a large amount of debt to pay. He brought Do-yoon to an unfamiliar shady place―an abandoned storage unit in Gangnam.

It was late at night, and the gust of the wind felt cold yet calm. But the place they went to was terrifying. A few men wearing black suits were waiting outside.

His father got out of the car. He went to the other side, opened the door, and pulled Do-yoon’s hair out of the vehicle. “Ngh,” he moaned in tears. 

“Move, you bastard!” his father yelled at him. Do-yoon looked nervous and scared. He was trembling. His father pushed him toward an empty storage building.

As they approached the tall brute of a man, who furrowed his brow.

“You’re late. The boss is waiting inside,” A gangster in a black suit said and opened the door for them.

The storage was dim―with a rusty smell of scattered metals on the cemented floor. Cobwebs that filled the ceiling and posts. And abandoned cargo boxes that were stale and musty. A few had mold in them. It was a storage unit used for tormenting and torturing the lives of their debtors.

Humid, yet petrifying.

Two men in black suits stood behind a 6-foot quarterback man. He had a well-defined jawline and a clean haircut. He wore a casual navy blue suit, with his hands in his pockets. His two buttons were undone on his fitted long-sleeve polo shirt, showing off his toned chest.

But he doesn’t look very pleased―at all.

Do-yoon’s father's forehead was sweating. And Do-yoon looked around, as his left arm was pulled by his father.

“I’ve given you enough time, Mr. Kang,” he scowled at him, adding, “Where’s my goddamn money?”

Mr. Kang cowered and said, "I-I'm sorry, Sir Lee. I need more time,” then he pleaded, looking at him, "But I brought someone as my collateral to you, Mr. Lee.”

“A collateral?” Lee Tae-sung narrowed his eyes. It pierced like a tiger with a fang ready to lunge at him. He shifted his gaze to the young and slim Do-yoon. And said, “Is that what you call collateral?”

“Ah, yes,” Mr. Kang stuttered, rubbing his sweaty hands.

Mr. Kang knew from his other friend that Mr. Lee was fond of young men. Uncertain of Mr. Lee’s preferences, he brought Do-yoon to pay him as collateral for his debts.

Tae-sung approached Mr. Kang. His fury brought shivers to Mr. Kang's scared face.

"Right," said Tae-sung. "I heard you adopted a disabled recessive omega." He glared. "Are you mocking me, Mr. Kang?"

One of his bodyguards handed him a gun.

Mr. Kang's eyes widened in fright as his knees touched the ground. He put his palms together toward Tae-sung and said, "Please, Mr. Lee, I beg you." He added, "Just... give me one month to pay you back." He closed his eyes. Bowing his head down, he shivered in fear.

Tae-sung pointed the gun at his forehead.

"Eek," Do-yoon's father was about to get wet in his pants.

Do-yoon's eyes shook. Even though his father was a bad person, he was the one who provided him with food and shelter. So he must do something.

With his hands shaking, he held Tae-sung's right arm. A ray of the bright night illuminated his amber eyes as he locked eyes with Tae-sung.

Tae-sung's eyes looked surprised. Do-yoon's face was pale yet clean. With the busted lip, he looked erotic.

The fuck―Tae-sung felt a sudden arousal between his thighs. 

"Ah, ah, p-please no," Do-yoon stuttered, softly. His eyes were teary as they reflected on Tae-sung's glimpse. He scoffed in bewilderment as he smirked without putting the gun away.

"So, you can talk?" His deep voice sounded sensual. 

Do-yoon looked at his father's alarmed expression. He then shifted his gaze to Tae-sung. He said, "Lit…tle," he hardly pronounced the word like something stuck in his throat. He added, "I-I can't h-hear well. Please w-write... on p-paper." Though his voice was breaking apart, the tone sounded soothing in Tae-sung’s ears, like a wild dream.

Tae-sung twitched his brow and pushed him away to his left. Do-yoon fell to his side, back on the cracked floor.

"Ugh," He groaned in pain. Yet he looked back at him with a timid face.

"Don't tell me what to do," Tae-sung said in an irate tone.

He went closer to Do-yoon and faced him in a squatting position. He pointed the gun at his chin as it lifted. And released his alpha pheromone. But Do-yoon's eyes were shadowed with misery and loneliness. His drooping eyebrows wish to tell Tae-sung that he wants to die.

But for Tae-sung, he sensed courage in his gaze. Even though his body was shaking. He remained unfazed toward him.

"Hmmm," Tae-sung murmured.

Something between his legs was bulging.

He pulled Do-yoon's shirt as Tae-sung stood. He dragged him toward his foster father. Do-yoon looked at his father. Unable to move. His heart pounded with a frightened look on his face. Yet Tae-sung felt thrilled within his bones. He said, "I'll accept your collateral, Mr. Kang," in a firm tone. "But it doesn't mean you won't pay me back."

Mr. Kang's eyes looked horrified.

"You have one month to pay me back the 10 million won, Mr. Kang," Tae-sung said. He pulled Do-yoon's round-neck shirt closer to his side. "And I won't return this collateral either." His striking gaze was lustful toward Do-yoon’s father, like getting ready to eat his prey. 

Mr. Kang somehow felt relieved. But Tae-sung added, "Don't get cocky, Mr. Kang," in an annoyed tone. "If you fail to pay me back on time, I'll sell your omega daughter in the Dark Club." His wicked smile brought chills to Do-yoon's father's spine.

Mr. Kang gulped and looked terrified. He said, "I will, I will pay you back, Sir Lee. Please don't take my daughter." He bowed down, begging.

"Get out of my sight," Tae-sung's tone sounded angry.

His two bodyguards pulled Mr. Kang away from his presence. He and Do-yoon were the only ones left inside the storage room.

He still didn't let go of Do-yoon's shirt. And the night is getting warmer for them. 

The clouds covered half of the new moon as it moved like a globe.

They locked eyes again. And Do-yoon felt intimidated by his deep gaze. He knows his hair is black and his eyes are deep brown, glistening from the moonlight.

Silence stood before them.

Tae-sung tilted his head to the left and asked, "How old are you?"

Since Do-yoon can read his lips, he replied, "Seven… teen." He swallowed through his throat. He held his hands on Tae-sung's toned left arm. Yet, deep inside his throbbing heart, he was afraid.

"And your name?" Tae-sung asked in a calm tone.

"Do-yoon," he felt choked from his grip.

Nervous about what Tae-sung will do to him. He felt anguish. Now that his foster father has left him, to a person, he is not familiar with.

He wants to run away.

But he couldn't anymore.

"So, you can't fuck," Tae-sung said with a poker face. "Tsk." He grumbled, glancing to his right.

Do-yoon's eyes widened in disbelief. His heart raced, for this man would wreck him more than his father. He shuddered in front of Tae-sung's eyes. While Tae-sung was trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"I'm an animal in heat," he said in a serious tone. "But I will not touch you until you turn 18," he added, "for now, open your mouth." His grip tightened and yanked Do-yoon upward toward him.

Do-yoon startled and parted his lips. Tae-sung kissed him with his tongue inside Do-yoon's mouth.

Do-yoon’s eyes were in shock. He didn’t know how to kiss. His mouth stiffened. And Tae-sung’s eyes were gazing like a predator at his tense reaction. 

He wasn’t reacting to Tae-sung's alpha pheromone either. That was filling the entire dim room.

An alpha who devours men to his liking as long as they are of the right age. And once he's fed up with his toys, he will send them to the Dark Club to please other despicable alphas in a rut.

Tae-sung's stare was alluring as he saw Do-yoon's eyes close without moving his mouth.

Sloppy. He thought of his lascivious urges.

He pulled his tongue away from Do-yoon. And Do-yoon caught his breath.

"Hah, hah," he gasped. Breathing from his lungs.

"Look at me," Tae-sung’s tone was cold.

Do-yoon looked at him with tears trickling down his pale skin. And Tae-sung became more interested in his appealing innocence. He smirked.

"Now do as I say if you want to leave this place."

Do-yoon bobbed his head. And Tae-sung spelled the word out from his lips for Do-yoon to understand.

"Listen up, Do-yoon ssi," Tae-sung said. "Open your mouth and put out your tongue." He added, "Then, I'll put my tongue inside your mouth." He caressed Do-yoon's soft lips. "Think that you're eating a ripe peach. You roll, and slurp your tongue to mine. And sip the juices out of my lips."

Do-yoon was looking at his lips as he understood each word he said. But he looked agitated at Tae-sung’s nonchalant, stern face. 

"Do you get it?" Tae-sung asked with a menacing grin.

Do-yoon bobbed his head. He looks scary. He closed his eyes. Tae-sung put him down. For Do-yoon to feel comfortable.

"Now, let's do it again. If you do it right, we'll leave." Tae-sung held Do-yoon's chin. He held Do-yoon’s slender back and pushed it towards his body. He lifted Do-yoon’s chin closer to his face.

Do-yoon's innocent face closed his eyes again, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue a little.

Shit! Tae-sung put his tongue into Do-yoon's mouth as they kissed again.

He did it right, like he was eating a sweet peach and using his tongue to roll from the inside. He didn’t open his eyes. But his body was quivering from Tae-sung’s firm grasp around his waist.

Fuck. Tae-sung felt the heat in his body as it bulged and was about to burst.