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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      K-pop, Winner_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Kim_Jinwoo/Lee_Seunghoon, Kwon_Hyuk_|_Dean/Woo_Jiho_|_Zico, Nam_Taehyun/
      Original_Character
  Character:
      Kim_Jinwoo, Lee_Seunghoon, Song_Minho_-_Character, Kang_Seungyoon, Nam
      Taehyun, Kwon_Hyuk_|_Dean, Kwon_Jiyong_|_G-Dragon, Woo_Jiho_|_Zico, Shin
      Hyoseob_|_Crush, Kim_Jiwon_|_Bobby, Jennie_Kim, Kim_Jinhwan, Cameo_of
      Fanxy_Child, Cameo_of_Block_B, others_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      mafia!au, MafiaBoss!Lee_Seunghoon, MafiaBoss!Woo_Jiho, Assassin!Kim
      Jinwoo, ASSASSIN!DEAN, The_Kim's'_are_family, A_bit_sci-fi, Sniper!Nam
      Taehyun, Kwon_Jiyong_is_dangerous_af, Light_Angst, Romantic_Fluff, Smut,
      Shameless_Smut, Gang_Violence, may_contain_spinoffs, don't_ask_me_what
      happen_in_this_AU
  Series:
      Part 1 of [Winner_fanfiction]_Mafia!AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-12 Chapters: 1/? Words: 4803
****** Bermuda Triangle ******
by spinningelectro
Summary
     Boss Lee Seunghoon thought he'd landed a pretty little angel at the
     bar. Things got complicated ;)
Notes
     Read the tags.
     Just read the tags... (please)
     Every chapters of this work is named after songs, sung/produced by
     the ones on the character list.
     As always, I'm a new one, not native speaker. So I'm open to critics
     and comments. Thank you and please enjoy ~
See the end of the work for more notes
1.
            Pour up.
It was late, and dark, wind howling in the back alley and hazing his mind. The
more time passed, the more unfocused my eyes get, so now he shut them entirely,
feeling the warm sensation pressing against his lips.
And suddenly your voice’s in my ears, the other slightly gasped, his breath
light as feather and softly touched his skin.
Making me dizzy…
Seunghoon had never felt anything so real, yet so surreal, when their lips met
and tongues joined in a fervent sweet kiss. Not with anyone, never before,
until now.
With Jinwoo.
 
                                      ***
 
 
“Ginger-Ale, please.”
Seunghoon ordered and leant against the bar counter as the female bartender
gave him a naughty wink, turning around slowly enough so he could catch glimpse
of that slim waist moving, and he slightly snickered.
Downing the drink placed in front of him, Seunghoon gave a small sigh and
loosened his shoulder, feeling the tension in his back decreasing remarkably.
Regardless the music still buzzed annoyingly in his ears, and the crowded
nightclub did nothing to help his mind relax. Normally it would; a night at the
club would be like a nice recess bell for him; but after days and weeks
of strictly business, of signing papers and travelling far and wide around the
city, dealing with countless types of people: rewarding the ones who finished
their job nicely done, and punishing those who dared to disobey.  And don’t get
him started on all those meetings with Woo Jiho! – Seunghoon was simply not in
the mood. Yet as a dedicated and caring boss as he was, it was only natural to
care about his subordinates, whom had surely worked hard and deserved a night
out; he just tagged along.
He glanced at Mino, his private driver, who was smiling like a dork flirting
with a cute petite blonde in a dark blue (or black, he never noticed enough to
know) mini cocktail dress; and tried his best to hide his smile. This dork,
what the hell was “You’re gorgeous and I’m yours” huh? He finished his drink
and called for another, tapped Mino’s shoulder and told him to just enjoy his
time. As if he’d need any sorts of bodyguard, Seunghoon prided himself on being
his self-protection; and it was true that his combat skills were spot-on. “Red
King” wasn’t just a title, he had fought his way up where he was right now,
been through bloodbath to claim the rights of his throne. He gave the same
shrugged to the two man he could spot in a small booth in the corner and raised
his glass; as a signal for them to just chill out.
“Hey beautiful, two martinis.”
There were something about that cheerful voice that caught Seunghoon’s
attention immediately, and when he looked up, he felt like his breath was taken
away. In front of him, at the opposite side of the bar was this beautiful young
man, with waving locks of brown and a dazzling smile, in his ripped jeans and
a low-cut silk black shirt, with a suited black ribbon around his neck. He was
laughing, such beautiful sound, as light and as ethereal as the ring of church
bells. And from that moment onward, Seunghoon realized he could not take his
eyes off that man.
He was accompanied with a friend, a considerably handsome young one. Same
height, black hair, with droopy eyebrows, small eyes that tended to look down
on everyone. It would be surreal if those two were friends (or together – but
Seunghoon eliminated that possibility to give himself a chance), but it would
seem to be true, as Seunghoon watched them chatting and drinking, and
the angel, yes, angel it is, was smiling so brightly, nodding to the black-
haired and pulled him towards the dance floor, and Seunghoon’s eyes followed
with a gulp, soon his legs did the same.
It was like all the noises around the angel dulled away, all the lights were
focusing on that one and only lithe form and angelic face; and gosh, Seunghoon
didn’t drink anything but Ginger-ale, but now he thought even that kicked in.
What else could explain this fluttering in his heart and the heat creeping up
his cheeks right now? Who was he, how could he possibly make him feel this way,
with his round sparkling eyes and his innocently laugh? – Seunghoon already
found himself struck dumb with questions, torn between standing here staring
like a total idiot or making a move. Gosh, who was he, an 18-year-old?
But everything was soon decided, as an unfortunate shameless hand was spotted
wandering on that tiny waist, sliding downwards. It wasn’t his friend, that
black-haired one wasn’t there; and the thought of some retarded stranger got
his hand on this beautiful angel made his blood boiled. Yes, every bit of
worries vanished from Seunghoon’s mind, and before he knew it, his legs already
strode forward through the crowd, making his way towards the pretty one.
Cracking some knuckles, he caught the shameless hand just in time before it
wandered down any further and almost immediately snapped his wrist. The poor
owner of that hand couldn’t even let out a single sound of pain before Lee
Seunghoon clawed around his throat, his onyx eyes glowing a dead glare (for
good measures).
“Fuck off.”
Simple, but effective, because judging from how the man fled, Seunghoon was
sure he wouldn’t dare to return any time soon. Seunghoon grinned victoriously,
didn’t notice how the other had turned back to look at him, large round eyes
blinked at him, yet no sparks of surprise whatsoever, instead a corner of his
lips quirked up a small smile, and the moment Seunghoon’s eyes caught that, he
felt like his heart was whisked away.
“My hero,” he said, and Seunghoon might have imagined it, but the young
brunette had just closed the gap between them, even just a tiny bit, “Would I
get to know your name?” Gosh his voice, those eyes, those lips, he was so sweet
and ethereal, and Seunghoon began to worry that he might feel too much for a
man he had yet to know anything about. What the hell, whatever, the young man’s
response was enough of an approval to him, to them, and Seunghoon wasn’t the
one to let such a chance slip.
“My pleasure, and call me Hoon,” he smiled back sweetly, bit back his own
nerves and brought his hand to the other’s middle, pulling him closer as the DJ
set the mood from the dynamic EDM to the jazzy R&B, “May I have this dance?”
The young brunette smiled devilishly, brushed his tongue over his bottom lips
as he turned back and swung his arms around Seunghoon’s neck. And god helped
him, the way he moved, humming the lyrics in his sweet voice and swayed his
hips rhythmically, the way those hands twirled the short hair on the back of
Seunghoon’s head before sliding to the front, long fingers caressing down the
bone of his neck and then downward along his torso underneath his designed grey
long-sleeved – and Seunghoon almost forgot how to breathe.
All the ties are getting loose, loose,
oh now I’m looking for love, for love…
The man was gorgeous, beautiful, and there was a particular sensual languor in
the way he moved himself, the way those brown, large eyes looked up at him, the
way those lips slightly parted, tongue brushing over top teeth. And
oh, oh, Seunghoon wasn’t prepared when the young brunette bent down on his
knees, eyes still locked with his as he smirked teasingly. His fingers slid
down Seunghoon’s pants; he could barely feel the soft sensation of the other’s
fingertips brushing on his skin, and then very slowly making their way up
again, with hips wiggling and hands firmly around Seunghoon’s belt, body leant
upon him.
And suddenly your voice is in my ears,
“Hoon-ah…”
The pretty one purred, breath tingling against the exposed skin behind his
opened collar, and he knew nothing else. Hands on tight where they belonged, he
wrapped an arm around the other’s thin waist and let his body flow with music,
slowly moved them to the position where they were glued chest to back and his
front right against his behind, and didn’t resist one bit to buck his hips
forward, feeling the curve of that tight ass, and oh, Seunghoon breathed in a
sigh of appreciation. “Aren’t you here, with someone?”
He reached forward as the brunette leant back against him, his head on
Seunghoon’s shoulder, his chuckle echoed in his chest, “He’s a friend. He got
me here because he’s got a soft spot for someone, okay?” The angel reached one
hand up and brushed down his chin and turned sideway, breath softly touched the
bare skin on Seunghoon’s neck, “Out of the picture, got it? It’s just you and
me…”
“Naughty naughty,” he could see the long droopy eyelashes as the pretty’s eyes
stayed half-lidded, lips pink and moist, face flushed with heat and blush
dusting across his cheeks. It was so hot and Seunghoon couldn’t help his
fingers roaming on the other’s front before slipping a hand underneath that
soft cotton of his shirt, satisfied to hear him exhale. “You look like an angel
baby but you clearly don’t act like one…” He leant down, teeth nudging lightly
on the other earlobe, and the lyrics playing on the speaker right now were
doing a great job encouraging him, making the brunette shiver.
When lights go out it gets hotter,
We’re having deeper conversation than ever…
“Well,” the angel gave a breathy grin and turned, his hand stopped Seunghoon’s
before it wandered any further beneath, “to be fair, not all called me angel on
first sight.”
He smiled, even though he was stopped yet didn’t feel at all disappointed. He
took the slender hand, caressing those long, smooth fingers, skin soft even on
the knuckles, so beautiful, so sexy, and Seunghoon couldn’t help but entwine
their fingers together, holding them tight. “Then tell me, how I should call
you?”
They now stood face to face, the brunette’s arms around his neck and his own
wrapped around the other’s middle, music slowing down to the final chorus.
“Jinwoo,” would be the name Seunghoon’d never forget – he had decided, and the
way those soft lips moved sure tested his patience.
“Would I have the pleasure accompanying you tonight, Jinwoo?”
With a tug on his collar, Jinwoo pulled him down hastily, noses brushing and
lips barely touching one another, and they both smiled in a mutual
understanding.
“Come and take me.”
 
                                      ***
 
 
It’s now back to square one, where they both escaped the club into the back
alley and Seunghoon finally swallowed his nerves and forsake his title and
smashed his lips onto Jinwoo’s, backing him up against the cold of the stone
wall. Hands roaming underneath that black shirt and tousling Jinwoo’s chocolate
brown hair, and Seunghoon felt everything dulled away, the cold breeze, the
muffled noise of music echoed from behind that door. Here and now, all he knew
was Jinwoo, his lithe frame, hot as hell, completely and submissively in his
warm embrace, and gosh he smelt incredible… And his lips, oh did he mention
those soft sweet lips, and with this warm sensation pressed against his own,
Seunghoon felt like he could get drunk and addicted to this feeling.
“Open your mouth for me baby…” He purred unintentionally, voicing his mind out
loud. And yes the angel granted his deep down wish.
Inside Jinwoo’s mouth was warm, and as sweet as honey, and the way their lips
nipped on the other’s, the way their tongues meet and swirled together, tasting
and sucking, and he tilted his head, pushing their exchanging in further. The
sight of Jinwoo’s flushed cheeks and long dark eyelashes when he closed his
eyes was priceless, and Lee Seunghoon had never seen anything more beautiful.
Jinwoo was mesmerizing, the way his hand wrapped around his neck while the
other caressing his jawline, oh all this mindless affections he gave, or was
Seunghoon fooling himself?
Impossible… Seunghoon reassured himself, feeling the angel pulling away
temporarily, those wide sparkling eyes looking up at him, those beautiful witty
eyes. Jinwoo leant forward, pecking a few kisses on the corner of Seunghoon’s
lips, then his cheek, along his jawline and it tickled around his ear, short
gasps echoing in his ear and it was so goddamned sexy. He returned the kisses
with ones on the white of the other’s neck, the corner of his mouth quirked up
slightly as he heard Jinwoo’s breath getting heavy and his moans thrumming in
his throat. Seunghoon hoisted him up the stonewall, and Jinwoo had to drop one
of his arms to back himself up, his body jolted slightly each times those lips
sucked on his Adam’s apple, and oh this hardness he felt between his legs;
Jinwoo almost wanted to chuckle. Pressing his back on the wall behind him to
keep himself stable, the angel gripped tighter onto Seunghoon and kissed his
jaw, then just as slowly, brought his hand up under his chin with an enchanted
smile.
… But we can’t get any closer than this.
“Seunghoon-ah…”
 
                                       —
“My hero, would I get to know your name?”
“My pleasure, call me Hoon…”
                                       —
 
 
Lee Seunghoon immediately opened his eyes, a deathly shining blade dazzled
him. Shit!
Good thing he’d got excellent reflex. Hadn’t he jumped back right that instant,
that dagger would have sliced across his throat and swiftly torn it up into
shreds. But the danger was not gone, not just yet, because the owner of that
knife still pointed at him right now, was none other than the sweet little
angel with the sweet little innocent smile exhibited all night long.
Jinwoo still smiled, regardless of Seunghoon’s furrowed eyebrows and death in
his glares, he still smiled his most angelic sweet smile, flicking out another
knife in his other hand.
I will do you tonight, private special,
do it stage, showing off our chemistry,
show me what you’ve got!
“Why did you back up Seunghoon-ah? No fair, you were kissing me so
passionately, it made me feel so good,” With each word he stepped one step
closer, sighed dramatically, “This could have been easier you know, for both me
and you, Red King.”
He knew him, he’d just stated his name. A tycoon, the infamous “Red King” of
the underworld; and Jinwoo knew exactly who he was. All of Seunghoon’s senses
were now back in function as he eyed the young handsome man in front of him
with cautious eyes. The way he used that knife was far too skillful for an
amateur, flicking it out from his sleeves and wielding it so swiftly, no
hesitations whatsoever, even though they were just making out no less than a
minute ago. A professional, a hunter, and he was the prey.
To be honest, he wouldn’t be so appalled by the thought of being seduced into a
trap by this beauty, yet this night could have turned out so much better, a hot
messy affair in his car or some five-star suite. Hell, he was even prepared to
bring Jinwoo back to his mansion, living his endless fantasy where he could do
just anything with Jinwoo; and now he was pissed off.
“Who hired you?”
He asked, and Jinwoo shivered in excitement at that cold piercing gaze. As
expected of the great boss of the Lee family, Lee Seunghoon wasn’t scared,
didn’t flee, and how those onyx eyes turned sharp and deathly in a split
second, sexy, it intrigued him. Closer and closer, Jinwoo slightly licked his
lips, “Guess, my dear. Who would want you dead? What would benefit him or her
if you’re no longer? You know guys like me, we don’t give out our clients, so I
wouldn’t say it was a pathetic pest in your family,” yep Jinwoo loved to be
witty, loved to tease, he was and had always been the middleman, the one was
hired to do the dirty work, and if those clients of his felt no bother to put
the blood on his hands to keep theirs clean, then it would be just fair if
Jinwoo exposed them just a little bit to those soon-to-be-dead.
And it urged a chuckle from Seunghoon himself, and Jinwoo felt like butterflies
in his stomach.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”
In a blink of an eye, Jinwoo darted forward, flinging one dagger towards
Seunghoon, which he quickly duck his head and dodged it successfully, leaving
it plugged deep between the bricks of the wall. With the other blade in his
hand he wielded it forward, aiming for Seunghoon’s chest. Mr. Lee had been
engaged in combat many times, yet he had never been so fired up, head down low
and bent his knees to dodge the sharp blade, then swiftly turned and kicked
Jinwoo’s knife-holding hand. Swift, sharp, it was like their dance, their
private dance, a toxic, dangerous, life-threatening dance, passionate with
twisted fascination.
Jinwoo turned, broke free from Seunghoon with a jug of his elbow and a kick. He
picked up his knife and Seunghoon gripped on the one plugged on the wall, and
when he turned back Jinwoo managed to slice it across his chest. Oh Lee might
have missed this, the sharp initial pain stung across his body and the warmth
of his own blood, and it all triggered him. He wielded the knife at Jinwoo,
whom must stagger a few steps backwards, then flung the dagger toward him and
successfully managed a cut on his right cheek. Jinwoo was still taken aback,
and that was enough of a chance for Lee, and he made sure to waste no time to
swipe the brunette’s legs and got on top of Jinwoo when he fell down on his
back.
“Caught you.”
He snapped the knife away and gripped hold on Jinwoo’s wrists, knees pressed
tightly onto Jinwoo’s with absolute intention not to let him get away. The
brunette just smirked blandly, it was his fault wasn’t it; underestimated boss
Lee’s skills and let himself go. Jinwoo was caught, miserably, or may be he
had wanted to be caught. There was something about Seunghoon that kept him
restless, flirting with him felt so much different, and when they lips met,
Jinwoo had wanted this dreamy feeling to last forever. How shameful, even
though he was a victim…
“And then what? You’ll kill me, I assume?”
Seunghoon tilted his head, the question irritated him one, but somehow the
calmness in the other’s voice irritated him ten-fold. “No, I won’t. In fact, it
pains me enough to cause you this cut alone,” he smudged his thumb gently over
the bleeding cut, the grief in his eyes took Jinwoo by surprise. And he pressed
a button on the platinum ring on his index finger, it blinked red on the small
ruby, “I’m not going to kill you, Jinwoo, but I’m taking you. I’ll kill your
clients, so please, be a dear and tell me what you know.”
For a split second, even though Seunghoon’s grip on him had loosened and he had
one free hand, Jinwoo didn’t bother to even think of escaping. The buzz on the
ring was getting louder, it means that Lee’s subordinates must be coming soon,
and he was running out of time. But Seunghoon’s eyes, warm in their proximity,
and gentle, and trustworthy, it was strange for an assassin such as himself to
say this, but he trusted Lee Seunghoon, a strange belief that he couldn’t
explain.
It shocked him to reality when he saw a spark of light flicking up the building
behind Seunghoon, and a small glowing red dot travelling slowly up his back to
his shoulder, and dear God when it would land on the back of his head,
Seunghoon would… No!!
Jinwoo didn’t think at all when he gripped on Seunghoon’s shoulder and rolled
them both on the side, just in time before the bullet screeched pass
Seunghoon’s arm and hit the ground. Lee Seunghoon was astonished, the only
thing he could feel then was the sharp burning pain shot through his arm, good
thing that he’d remember to tense up before his torso hit the ground hard. His
brows furrowed and he flinched at the impact, then his eyes darted right up the
tall building to see an anonymous shadow; Jinwoo’s company maybe? Jinwoo?! As
soon as it hit him Seunghoon glanced back at the petite assassin, only to see
him already on his feet, wide eyes, utterly surprised. A brief moment of
silence between them before the howl of SUVs’ engine roared on the streets,
footsteps and callings could be heard, it all startled them both back to life,
and Jinwoo immediately realized his chance to turn around and run off.
Fuck!! He cursed under his breath and staggered up on his feet, one hand
holding his wound on his left arm. It was impossible to chase the angel down
now, the assassin was long gone, disappeared into the darkness of endless
streets. Blood boiled in his veins and Seunghoon almost wanted to murder
someone, Jinwoo was fast to get away and he practically had let him! His
private slick black car pulled up behind him and his men soon surrounded their
boss, coming with an “Are you okay boss?!” from Mino, who had just ran the
whole alley looking for them.
The only answer given was the angry stomps of Lee Seunghoon entering the car,
and then the sound of the door yanked shut.
 
 
                                      ***
 
 
“What the actual ever loving fuck???”
By the time Jinwoo made it back to their apartment, Nam Taehyun was furious.
His gear was still at the door way, his shoes were still on, he was pacing back
and forth (and back and forth) in the grand living-room with his cats looking
at him with round suspicious eyes. Of course he’d be mad, he’d got the reason
to be, Jinwoo had just screwed their 1-million-dollar mission!
“Calm down, you’ll wake up the neighbors,” ooh he shouldn’t have said that,
especially when Taehyun was this pissed off, because it only triggered him
more. “Who gives a fuck this is a fucking penthouse we own this fucking floor
Kim Jinwoo!!”
“Right, enough with the fuck,” Jinwoo huffed, taking off his shoes and sighed,
then picked up his black sphynx cat and pet him, “Jesus it’s not
our first failed mission.”
It really wasn’t, it was their third or fourth mission or so. But this time it
was different, much different, because the reasons leading to other failures
were quite understandable, for example there was one case of an ambush, and
another where Jinwoo was outnumbered. Yet never before must Taehyun wait on
that rooftop for ages just to watch his partner crazily making out with their
target, then engaging in a combat that must have cost him waiting for half of
his life; Jesus Christ Jinwoo always adored his knife but he’d also got a small
pistol in his calf and this endless battle could have ended much sooner for
fuck’s sake! And then finally, Taehyun knew he now got a good chance, he could
finish this man, ended this mission and claimed the bounty, Jinwoo decided to
screw everything and saved their victim!
“Jinwoo, what’re you hiding from me?” Taehyun queried, if he really had to lose
that one million (and a sleepless night up the rooftop of a fucking windy night
watching out for his partner flirting) then he had to know the truth, “It isn’t
like you to let the target go free.”
Jinwoo stroke down his cat’s back absentmindedly and sat in their sofa, the
only piece of furniture inside this huge living-room other than a 54-inch hung-
up television. The moment he pushed Seunghoon away, he also surprised himself.
What had he done? He’d just denied his emergency back-up, fucked up the
mission, saved the victim and doomed himself. Yet what was this satisfying
feeling that had engulfed him ever since then? He felt relieved, and somewhat
happy, he saved Seunghoon on purpose. It might seem unintentionally, but it was
an act on instinct.
“We already got half of the money as deposit, and they wouldn’t bother finding
us. They’d got much more to worry about,” yep, considering he’d already given
Seunghoon the clue, and Taehyun was sharp enough to make that out judging from
how pale he looked right now.
“You didn’t… did you?” Wow Taehyung looked like he really needed to sit down.
“Don’t be mad at me.” Jinwoo hugged his cat tighter, eyes almost pleading, “Hey
please don’t be mad. I’ll get us a better deal, okay? I’ll work for more…”
This’s the worst… Taehyun felt like he needed to re-open that wine cabinet and
poured himself a double-scotch. Jinwoo’s other beige sphynx cat jumped up the
countertop and his partner/friend walked up to him from the other side of the
room, and Taehyun felt like there were three cats standing in front of him
right now, not just two. He gave a surrendering sigh and took Rei (the black
sphynx) from Jinwoo, reassured, “I’m not mad Jinwoo. And don’t hug him so
tightly, your allergy remember?”
It only took that much for Jinwoo to beam with delight, and even Taehyun must
admit, his friend had one of the most beautiful smile anywhere in the world.
“Right right, stop grinning, go take a shower then to bed, and I’ll do the
same. It’s a long night.” And Jinwoo nodded like a 3-year-old kid obeying his
mother, taking his leave, hopping toward his door. “And Jinwoo?”
Jinwoo turned back as the black-haired sniper looked up from his drink. When
Taehyun dropped his voice and his eyebrows, things got serious around here, and
so was Jinwoo.
“Meanwhile, stay away from Lee Seunghoon, okay?”
He quirked an eyebrow at that, yet at the same time didn’t find it too
unexpected. He just gave a faint smile, and slipped inside his room.
Nam Taehyun sighed deeply, downed his drink in one gulf.
 
 
                                      ***
 
 
Later that night, while staring outside the night sky from the grand glass
window of his bedroom, Seunghoon found his thoughts drifting back to Jinwoo;
beautiful Jinwoo with beautiful doe eyes and beautiful dazzling smile. It was
odd for Seunghoon to be missing someone this badly, truly. He had had his
reputation of a womanizer, he knew how to play his cards right, to win
someone’s heart. But vice versa? No. No one had been able to capture his heart,
he had never been serious, he had never fallen for anyone. But Jinwoo, oh
Jinwoo… Jinwoo made him fall for him effortlessly, and how ironic was it that
now he realized how hard he could fall for one person.
But Jinwoo wasn’t just a normal person. This naughty angel intrigued him with
everything he’d got. Jinwoo let him come onto him, let him flirt with him
before seducing him back, let him believe that he had got a grip on him, that
he was totally hooked, then the prey became the hunter; with his blade as sharp
and fatal as his smile.
The file of Kim Jinwoo laid on his table, scattered everywhere on his desk.
There were no clear picture of him, but as if Seunghoon would need pictures to
remember him by. An infamous assassin, 12 victims confirmed killed,
participated in at least 3 clean-up missions. A professional such as himself,
accompanied by a sniper, and would recklessly let him get away after giving out
his clients’ info? Impossible…
Seunghoon laid down on the bed, the pain rung in his chest where Jinwoo had
left an 8 stitches cut and his arm stung where the bullet hit. Diameter 7.62
millimeter, Russian made, incredibly effective within 600 meter range. The
sniper was right on the rooftop of a building, which was 70 meters tall top,
and he missed? Bullshit.
He remembered Jinwoo’s eyes at that time, the way those hazel brown hues
widened and froze, and God helped him Seunghoon wasn’t flattering himself
saying that he saw terror in those eyes at that instant.
Jinwoo saved him. Hadn’t he pushed him back at that point, that bullet would
have gone straight through his skull and his brain would have been a mushy mess
scattered on the ground. His assassin saved him, and Seunghoon couldn’t
understand it. His occupation prevented him to believe anyone, it was
irrational and reckless, and he couldn’t allow himself to be deluded. But
Jinwoo’s eyes didn’t lie, or at least at that moment, and Seunghoon trusted
what he saw.
Jinwoo didn’t want to kill him…
“Ah Jinwoo, what am I ever gonna do with you…”
 
 
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