Porcelain; sehun/jongin & suho/chen; r/nc-17
↳ prologue; chapter one; chapter two; chapter three; chapter fourThe staff had retreated to their quarters and Jongdae took it upon himself to wander the corridors out of boredom and the fool’s hope of bumping into a certain butler, if he was lucky. A little down from the kitchens was Joonmyun’s office but its door was shut and no stream of light filtered from underneath. To its right was another door and this door was open. It was the wine cellar where only the butler was allowed a key. Jongdae’s heart danced.
But when he slipped through the entrance, it sunk again in his chest. It wasn’t Joonmyun clinking and scuffling inside.
“Jongin?”
“Jongdae—!”