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      Published: 2018-01-09 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2958
****** You've Captured My Heart ******
by midnightgir1
Summary
     Jeon Jeongguk is an SS class who works for the notorious empire
     Camorra. After his previous partner was killed in the last mission,
     he is newly assigned to an S class who goes by the name of Kim
     Taehyung.
 
Jeongguk awakes to a painfully loud knock on his suite's door. Rubbing his
eyes, he sits up slowly and takes a moment to properly come to his senses.
He ruffles his hair in an attempt to straighten it out before he treads softly
to the door. Glancing sideways at a passing mirror, he makes sure that his
appearance is presentable, despite the fact that he hasn’t washed up yet.
The knock comes again, this time louder than the last. He groans irritatingly
at the unwanted guest, cursing them silently for intruding at such an early
hour. Jeongguk admits that his fatigue is partially due to staying up last
night as well, but nonetheless, he wishes he could just tell the visitor to
fuck off so that he can jump back in bed and sleep the day off.
He sighs wistfully before he pushes his wishful thinking to the back of his
mind. After all, he is an SS class in Camorra. He should expect no less than
continuous missions with minimal time to rest.
Pulling the front door open, he suddenly realises that he is standing in only
his pyjamas. He dismisses the barely rising embarrassment and shrugs
internally. Who the fuck cares anyway.
Jeongguk immediately recognises the man in front of him - Jungho, one of the
seven right-hand men of Master Sung.
"Morning Jeon," Jungho smirks. "Tired?" 
Jeongguk controls the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah." He manages in a respectful
tone. Despite Jeongguk’s rank as an SS class, Jungho is one of Master Sung's
right-hand men, or guards, in a plainer sense, thus making him Jeongguk’s
superior.
Jungho smiles complacently as if reading his thoughts. "Master Sung requested
to see you. You’ve got a new partner."
Jeongguk masterfully hides his surprise under his expressionless face. To say
the least, he is astounded by how quick he is assigned a new partner. Usually,
they take a little over a week to give him a new person. He hasn’t expected for
someone to come right in after his partner – well, previous partner – died on
the last mission in which he just returned from last night.
"News travels fast." He remarks casually as he leans against the door frame.
Jungho looks darkly amused. "You didn't mourn?"
Jeongguk shrugs. "No." He replies simply.
 
He wouldn't call himself a heartless person, but truthfully, living in
conditions like this with his current occupation, he just doesn’t have the time
to mourn, especially since his last partner had been with him for a little more
than two weeks. He had only accompanied him in one mission, which was the most
recent one he returned from yesterday, also in which, unfortunately, his
partner had been killed six days into the mission. Nevertheless, he had managed
to complete the mission, though barely, narrowly escaping harsh punishment.
None of his multiple previous partners have actually lasted for more than a
month. Although they are - or in this case, were - all S class, a rank below
himself, it is still the second top rank in empires. Jeongguk concludes that
it's probably because since most of them rise up from A class, they have no
experience in the kind of work SS and S class normally deal with. After all, S
class and A class do have a rather large difference in between in relation to
skills, training and the type of missions. 
It's been so long since Jeongguk has had a proper S class partner who's not
inexperienced and has survived in the rank for longer than a year. He often
wonders why the SS class aren’t put together for partners. It'll be so much
easier with probably fewer deaths happening here and there. He assumes it'll be
because the lower ranks will just stay as the lower ranks, with no one to guide
them for them to improve.
 
Jungho's smile widens. "Well," he nods towards the interior of his suite, "you
better get rid of his stuff quickly."
Jeongguk glances back into the bedroom. Indeed, the belongings of his previous
partner are still there, untouched from where he'd last left them when he was
alive. He faces Jungho again.
"Sure." He mutters. "I'll do that shortly. After I wash up." He runs a hand
through his hair and presses down his yawn.
Jungho hums musingly. "Good." After a moment of brief silence, he straightens
up. "Well," he looks at his watch quickly, “I’ll be off then. You know which
room." With that, he raises his chin and stalks off with his hands in his
trouser pockets, whistling casually as though he is taking a stroll in the
local park.
Jeongguk shuts the door before he immediately enters the bathroom to wash up.
He proceeds to tidy up his previous partner's possessions by throwing them in
the dump. Glancing at the clock, he realises that 30 minutes has passed
already. Fuck.
Knowing that the Master hates being kept waiting, he rushes through the last
few bits and pieces, shoving them in the garbage bag.
With the room finally clear of his previous partner's belongings, he quickly
dresses himself up in his training clothes – black shirt, tight fitting black
pants, and a black weapon belt that holds all of his guns, blades, and other
necessary equipment.
Slipping on his shoes, he grabs his suite's key off the table, and shuts the
door behind him, making sure that it’s locked.
Making his way towards the main hall, he adjusts his silky royal-blue coloured
lace that’s attached to the collar edge of his black shirt.
Different colour laces represent each separate rank. As for Jeongguk, being an
SS class – the top rank in the empire – leads to him having a royal blue
coloured one. The S class have crimson laces, A class with emerald green, and
so on. Each empire have these ranks colour coded on their uniforms, but the
colours are usually different, for different empires have different colour
systems.
Wearing it visibly on your uniforms sets your rank and position in the empire.
It makes it easy for you to know your place among others, recognising your
superiors and inferiors, as well as giving you a respectable status if you
belong in a higher rank.
Due to the early hour, Jeongguk’s footsteps echo quietly in the hallways, with
barely anyone awake at this time. Arriving at the entrance of the main hall, he
straightens up slightly and pushes the double doors open.
What greets him is the usual. A spacious and grand hall, with clean white
floors of marble. Multiple tall stone columns reach the ceiling on both sides
and large ornamental crystal chandeliers hang effortlessly from above. The
strange decoration of smooth velvet drapes the walls, and while it doesn’t
exactly match the 'theme' of the hall, Jeongguk always thinks it looks rather
nice, complementing the elegance of the hall.
As he walks forward into the awaiting hall, he can feel multiple eyes on him.
He stops in the centre of the room and bows low to the Master.
"I have been requested, Master." He says respectfully, before he straightens
up, looking at the Master in the eye. He maintains the even gaze, not daring to
let his eyes travel to the other people in the room.
The Master's face is cold. "Yes, Jeon. We've been waiting for you for quite
some time now."
Jeongguk swallows. Although he hates showing pathetic obedience and respect to
people he doesn’t necessarily like, he’s learned that empires are not the place
to be reckless, especially if it is an exchange with a Master. Instead, he
lowers his gaze and stares at the ground. "I do apologise for my lateness,
Master Sung."
His Master offers no kind reply, and proceeds on with the main point of this
meeting. "You have a new partner, Jeon. Raise your head."
Somehow, as soon as Jeongguk walked in, he's felt the presence of an...unknown.
Someone who doesn’t belong here. Someone who is…foreign. He immediately knows
that his new partner is from another empire previously, and not someone who has
just risen up from A class. Thank god.
He raises his head in the direction of where his new partner is standing.
 
What he doesn’t expect is to be met with the most stunning face he’s ever seen.
He tries to compose his expression back to its previous poker state, but as he
takes in the sight before him, that deems impossible for some reason. 
The boy before him is striking, to say the least. He can’t have been older than
20, Jeongguk guesses, so it means that he's probably the same age as himself.
His captivating eyes are rimmed perfectly with black, kohl eyeliner,
complementing his ashen grey hair impeccably, parted softly in the middle.
Jeongguk doesn’t even know how the colour can look that good on anyone. Despite
the realistic fact of Camorra being made up of mostly gorgeous visuals,
Jeongguk thinks the boy in front of him can rival some of the best faces there
are in this empire. He tries not to let his eyes wander down too much to the
expanse of his new partner's smooth, tanned skin of his collarbones that is
left exposed from his unbuttoned shirt. In a way, the boy is
exceptionally...pretty. Yet, it doesn’t change the fact that the boy still
bears a threatening aura around him - something that gives him that dangerous
edge. Jeongguk is experienced enough with people to see the blazing fire
beneath his soft beauty, and that it wouldn’t take much for him to kill
someone, probably still smiling ethereally as he plunges the knife into their
guts. The fact that all these features and his beauty blends into one
breathtaking person makes Jeongguk absolutely mad with want.
 
Of course, Jeongguk has had his fair share of sex too, in fact, he probably has
had way more fun than a usual guy like him should, strolling into nightclubs
and brothels often before coming back out with messed hair, unbuttoned shirt,
and sweat dripping down his biceps lazily. He won't call himself morally
justified nor an emotional person, so no, he really can’t care less about the
poor little workers stuck in brothels, they’re fun to play with anyway -
crying, begging,as he clamps his hand over their mouths. So to say the least
even with all his adventurous experiences, the S class before him looks
absolutely ravishing.
It takes Jeongguk a moment to realise that the boy is staring at him
shamelessly as well, with barely concealed surprise. Jeongguk smirks, knowing
realistically that his looks are beyond attractive – one of the main reasons
why he can catch or fuckanyone he wants.
 
A few seconds pass before the boy clears his throat, seeming to have broken out
of his trance.
A slight flush (barely even noticeable but it’s there), decorates his cheeks as
Jeongguk pins him with his unwavering gaze. How cute, he muses, the corner of
his lips curving up even more. He doesn't peg him to be the shy type, or maybe
it's just the effect Jeongguk has on people. (There was this one time where his
gaze made a girl fall to her knees, trembling in fear? Want? It doesn’t matter
because whatever it was at the time, Jeongguk was turned on - he likes it when
he dominates, when he’s incontrol.
 
“I’m Kim Taehyung." The boy – Taehyung's - voice cuts through his thoughts.
Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. Jeongguk repeats the name silently. A beautiful name
for a beautiful person. 
“Jeon Jeongguk.” He offers, gaze relentless as he stares into the others’
entrancing dark brown orbs.
"He's an S class." A voice speaks from Jeongguk’s left. He turns his head and
sees Cheonghan, another one of Master Sung's right-hand men. Taking a quick
glance around, all 7 of them are there, Jungho included. It isn’t much of a
surprise. After all, they accompany the Master almost everywhere, no doubt for
his safety. In a way, they are almost like Master Sung's guards, completing all
his personal tasks while dealing with rule breakers that often are caught in
the empire.
"Yes," Jeongguk replies in a low tone. "I know."
"You're an SS class, right?" Taehyung's voice comes from the right.
Jeongguk looks at him. Taehyung's smiling lightly.
"I am." Jeongguk’s tone is hard, but his smirk holds its place.
"You can introduce yourselves later." The Master's voice interrupts. "For now,
Jeon, give Kim a little...orientation around Camorra. Don't forget to show him
the rules." He commands in a cold voice.
Jeongguk bows for the third time in their meeting. "Of course, Master Sung."
"Good." Comes the reply. "You both are dismissed."
 
Assuming Taehyung isn’t stupid, he doesn’t do any weird gesture of asking him
to follow and immediately turns on his heels, walking out of the hall. He's not
surprised when he hears faint footsteps following right behind.
He shuts the door quietly after him, as he steps out into the wide hallways.
It’s still reasonably early, but by now, the space is starting to become
occupied by people. In the corner of his eye, he spots a fight already in
action, with a gradually forming crowd. Jeongguk recognises from the colour of
their laces, that it’s between an S class and an A class. He resists the urge
to scoff. How stupid of them. 
He looks forward to the news that will most certainly reach him in the early
afternoon, reporting the incident of "another pair punished severely due to
public fight outside the main hall this morning".
Beside him, Taehyung fixes his crimson lace around his shirt collar, the symbol
that defines him as an S class. "So, this happens a lot?" He asks, seemingly
unsurprised as he nods towards the fight.
Jeongguk shrugs nonchalantly. "Often enough to see it at least 3 times a day."
Taehyung hums thoughtfully. "Much like my previous empire."
Jeongguk turns to face him with a raised brow. God, how he wishes to pin the
boy against the wall and kiss him senseless right there and then in front of
everyone. He looks so delicious.
"Oh?" He opts calmly instead. "And which empire did you come from, sweetheart?"
He flashes a dark smirk. 
Much to his surprise, Taehyung grins at the pet name. Wow. Even more to
Jeongguk’s taste.
"Endovier." He offers.
Jeongguk knows of Endovier. It isn’t as infamous and notorious as Camorra or a
few other big ones, but it is pretty well known. They mostly import illegal
drugs and fund illegal gambling through the facade of a private casino on the
outside. 
"What made you leave?" Jeongguk inquires, genuinely curious for once.
"Things happened." Taehyung answers vaguely, waving his hand dismissively,
deeming it not important. Jeongguk doesn’t press it.
Jeongguk walks through the hallway, with the crowd naturally parting for him
upon noticing his SS class collar, and Taehyung follows right behind.
"So what rules do you have here in Camorra?" asks Taehyung. "If I didn't know
any better, I'd say it'd be pretty similar, if not the same, to my former
empire." He chuckles. "Failure to obey results in punishment, right?" 
Jeongguk smiles darkly. "I suppose. After all, empires all need certain
requirements to survive, isn't that right?" He makes a sharp left, suddenly
changing his previously planned destination.
He gradually slows to a stop. "In fact," he smiles ominously, "here they are."
Taehyung looks up. They are in front of a large notice board that is formed
with sophisticated ribbons of gold. It is clear that this is important.
Jeongguk watches Taehyung closely as he does a brief scan of the listed rules
in large printed letters.
 
 1. Always protect the Master's life before anyone else's, including your own.
                                        
 2. Should one betray the Empire or Master, not only will they receive severe
           punishment when they are caught, but as do their partner.
                                        
  3. Should one fail to complete a mission, punishment will be placed as the
                               Master sees fit.
                                        
 4. Under no circumstances, if captured, shall one disclose information about
                             the Empire or Master.
                                        
5. Punishment will be inflicted on anyone who disagrees or disobeys the Master,
                            the council or seniors.
 
Taehyung nods. "Like I said," he breaks into a smile, "pretty similar."
"Actually, I've heard of Endovier punishments,” he simpers, “I can certainly
tell you right now that Camorra has much harsher sessions, though." He pauses
for a second. "Were you ever? Punished?" 
"Yeah. Multiple times."
"How was it?"
"It – " Taehyung's eyes flash with something unreadable for a second, but
before he can confirm it, it’s gone as quickly as it came. "It wasn't too bad."
He shrugs, his face drawn in a light smile.
Jeongguk’s lip curls. "Harsher punishments make us more aware and careful. One
of the reasons why we're one of the top empires." He watches the other's
expression carefully, partially anticipating his reaction. However, when
Taehyung simply grins that charming smile, not looking the bit insulted,
Jeongguk feels something snap within him, and he tries so hard (too hard) to
control the crazy desire raging inside of him. Taehyung is quite literally
driving him insane in the first 10 minutes they’ve met. Jeongguk has never felt
his control slip so fast like this before.
“Of course." Taehyung gestures his arms openly, his grin turning into playful
smirk, as if he knows what Jeongguk is thinking right now. "That's why I'm
here, right?" 
Jeongguk manages to let out a derisive chuckle. "Sure." He eyes the empty
library that is just on the left of the hallway they’re in. "Now if don't mind,
I still have a...tour to conduct for you, as requested by the Master." He runs
a lazy hand through his raven hair.
"So, lets get started, shall we?"
 
 
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