#kim jiyong

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There is nothing about Kim Ji Yong from vigilante on Tumblr😔 Writers please write about him!!!

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"I still remember..."

character: Gdragon/Jiyong X fem!reader

Summary: After him being so cruel to you for so many years during your relationship. You had ended it, and just then..had he realised how much you actually meant to him. And since you just so happened to have blocked him on everything, he could only think of one way to gain your attention.😦🫢

Warnings: Slightly angst!

He used to tell you to be quiet.

Not in a cruel way at first. Not exactly.

But little by little, your singing became “too loud,” your laughter “too much,” and your love for him something he started to treat like a burden.

You stayed. You always stayed.

Even when the messages became cold.

Even when he missed your birthday two years in a row.

Even when he started sleeping with his back to you.

For a long time, you told yourself it was just the stress of the industry. The pressure. The weight he carried. You reminded yourself how much you used to smile with him. You waited for that version of him to come back.

He didn’t.

And eventually, your silence said what your heart had been screaming for months:

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You packed your bags while he was at rehearsals, blocking his number, his burner, his socials, even his manager's line. You vanished from his life like a ghost.

And for a while, it didn’t hit him.

For a while, he carried on with promotions.

He brushed off the empty side of the bed like it was temporary.

He told himself you were just being dramatic.

But weeks passed. Then months.

And suddenly, everything was quiet. No humming in the kitchen while you cooked dinner.

No random bursts of you singing your favorite girl group songs at full volume in the shower.

No “Jiyongie, come listen to this!” as you shoved your phone in his face.

No warm, tired body waiting for him on the couch, nodding off during whatever Netflix series you insisted he had to try.

Silence. And regret.

They became his only company.

He started checking the old videos he had saved of you. Watched them on loop. One of them, from three years ago, was just you dancing like a fool in his living room in your pajamas, off-key but absolutely fearless. He laughed through tears.

And it hit him so hard it took the wind from his chest: You were the only person who ever made him feel home.

That night, he wrote a speech.

Or maybe it was a letter. A confession. A eulogy to the version of himself he lost when he lost you.

He didn’t know yet.

But by the time his world tour landed in Seoul, he was ready to say it.

---The Concert

The stadium was packed. Lightsticks glowing like stars. Fans screaming.

He sang his set like his heart wasn’t breaking.

Until the last song.

He stood there in front of thousands, microphone trembling in his hand, head lowered.

And then, just as the instrumental faded out—he stopped.

The crowd quieted. Whispers buzzed like static.He stepped forward slowly, lips parting.

“I know this isn’t what you came here for…” he began, voice already raw. “But there’s something I need to say. And if I don’t say it now, I think I’ll never forgive myself.”

He glanced up at the crowd. Blinking.

One blink.

Two.

Then a breath that cracked in his chest.

“There used to be someone in my life. Someone I treated like… like they didn’t matter. Like they weren’t worth listening to. Like their love was something I could just ignore.”

Some fans gasped. Others were already tearing up.

“I used to complain about the smallest things. The way they’d sing around the house… with no shame… like every moment was worth celebrating.” He choked. “And now it’s all quiet. And I can’t bear it.”

The mic dipped. His head dropped. He took another breath—but this one broke him.A sob escaped before he could swallow it.

“I told myself I didn’t need anyone. That I was fine alone. That I was G-Dragon, right? I had the world. But it means nothing when you have no one to come home to.”

He wiped at his eyes, but the tears kept coming.

“If you’re out there—if you’re even watching this—I just want you to know I’m sorry. For all of it. For making you feel small when you were the biggest light in my life. For pushing you away when all you ever did was stay.

”A fan screamed, “WE LOVE YOU!” He smiled faintly through the tears.

“But you loved me when I didn’t deserve it. And I only realized how loud you made my life… when you left and took all the music with you.”

The crowd had gone silent again. You could hear sniffles. The heaviness of it all sat on every shoulder in the arena.

He looked up, gaze sharp and pleading.

“Come back. Or don’t. You don’t owe me anything. But I’ll be here. I’ll keep singing—because it’s the only way I know how to keep you close.”

The screen behind him turned black. Then white letters appeared, one line at a time:

>“To the one who made even silence beautiful,

> I miss your noise.

> I miss you.”

He didn’t sing the final song. He couldn’t.

Instead, he stood on stage with his heart ripped open, bowed to the crowd, and walked off, shoulders shaking with every step.

---**Later That Night**

You hadn’t planned on watching it.But a friend sent you the clip.

You stared at your phone in silence, that familiar ache stirring in your ribs.

The world was still spinning.

But for the first time in months… You almost missed being loud.

[heart-chaser]

Nam Joo Hyuk in a police uniform, a black hoodie, beating criminals with the strength of a demigod, blood on his face, blood on his hands, a tortured look on his face, sad puppy eyes, insanity seeping through his veins, blood lust, righteousness and also his own self interest being in conflict-

Personally I need his hands around my throat.

[aurorapillar]

Vigilante + text posts

[nikonichothelas]

HIS PLAN WAS SHIT YOUR HONOR (i hope they explode)

[maibearcore]

*cough**cough*Villianelle*cough*Han Jihyuk*cough*Mizu*cough*Kim Jiyong*cough*Nam gi jun**even more coughing**

They're my precious

[bgarchivee]

gdragon (bigbang/soloist)

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[koreanthrillerenjoyer]

Fuck a philosophical debate from actual philosophers, i need Kim jiyong (vigilante) kang yohan and Lee dongsik to have an ethical debate about vengeance, ethics and vigilante-ism (or wtvr u call that).

Give me that as a podcast or show, I’d eat that tf up!!!!!

[rebelangelsims]

The new sims with the Icon Edith Rollins

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Nugget of my heart

character: Gdragon/Jiyong X fem!reader

Summary: On the day you and your boyfriend, jiyong are too lazy to cook you order takeout. But today he found something special!🍟🍟

Warnings: None

It was one of those lazy afternoons where time moved slower, and even the thought of standing in the kitchen felt like a betrayal to the soft couch you and Jiyong had melted into.

“Should we cook?” you asked half-heartedly, already knowing the answer.

Jiyong groaned dramatically, his head falling into your lap. “Let’s not lie to ourselves, babe. Neither of us is getting up.”

You laughed, fingers brushing through his messy hair. “Takeout?”

He reached for his phone like a knight drawing his sword. “Already on it.”

Twenty minutes and a lot of indecisiveness later, the food arrived—greasy bags of fried happiness and sauces clumsily tossed inside.

The two of you ate like true professionals of laziness, sprawled out, dipping nuggets and fries, watching reruns of a show you both claimed not to like but had seen ten episodes of.

“Wait.” Jiyong suddenly paused mid-bite, eyes squinting at the piece of food in his hand. “Look at this.”

He held up a nugget. It was, without a doubt, shaped like a heart. Imperfect, a little lumpy—but a heart nonetheless.

You blinked. “Is that… a sign from the nugget gods?”

“No,” he said solemnly, “it’s a sign from the universe that even fast food recognizes our love.”

You rolled your eyes, but your grin betrayed you. “You’re ridiculous.”

He carefully placed the heart-shaped nugget on a napkin like it was a rare artifact. “We must preserve this moment.”

“You’re going to take a picture, aren’t you?”

He was already opening the camera app.You laughed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “We’re seriously that couple now?”

Jiyong turned his head, catching your lips instead with a soft kiss. “We’ve always been that couple.”

Later that night, the nugget was cold, uneaten but still resting like a treasure on the coffee table. You found a post on his private story:

“She’s the real heart, but this nugget’s a close second.”

[starrynima]

i think a lot of people, me included, get really antsy whenever jiyong does his vigilante shit not wearing a mask. but i think there is a reason for it. wearing a mask means hiding and being deceptive. jiyong is honest even when he's straight up murdering these people. unlike his copycats, he doesn't take pleasure in what he's doing but he feels like he needs to do what he does and believes in what he does. as what he said, he doesn't think what he's doing is a crime therefore there is no reason for him to cover his face to these people. he's also a big fan of confrontation. he always makes these horrible people confront their victims (showing the video of the kids to that dude) and wants them to apologise and repent. in a way, even though he's not apologetic in any way to them, he's also confronting these people as he kills them.

[aurorapillar]

Title: the night is short Chapter: 1/? Fandom: Vigilante Warnings: Canon typical violence, spoilers for season 1 ending Summary: Jiyong had always known what he was doing was dangerous, that he could end badly injured or killed. And yet, the knife embedded in his stomach had somehow come as a surprise. Ao3 link

Jiyong had never been under the illusion that what he was doing was in any way safe. There had always been the knowledge that he could get himself badly hurt, or even killed. The criminals he punished were not the type to hesitate when it came to hurting others, and while Jiyong was usually more capable than them, that didn’t mean things couldn’t go wrong.

Bruises were the most common injury, though they’d become much less common after he’d started working with Gangok, who had ensured he had sturdier clothing. There had only been two times he’d received what could be considered serious injuries. The first had been when he’d fought Jo Heon, and he’d ended up bloody and bruised.

The second time had been when taking down the Vole, that had been the worst he’d ever been injured. Thankfully Gangok’s assistant had been able to arrange a private hospital room and ensure no one asked any questions, since the gunshot wounds were not something he could have tended to on his own. Of course, he’d had to leave the hospital sooner than was ideal, you could only make up excuses for why you were in the hospital so many times before people started getting suspicious; especially if one of your best friends had just taken the blame for crimes you’d committed.

It had been a pain to pretend he wasn’t injured, and he’d had to try his best to limit how much he moved around; thankfully, given what had happened to Seonwook, no one seemed to find it strange when he had requested some time off. It hadn't been enough time for him to fully heal, but it was long enough that it had made things easier. And though it had taken time, he had eventually healed fully; well kind of, parts of his leg sometimes experienced sudden pain, but it wasn’t like it really caused any problems, so he mostly just ignored it.

Since it would be rare for those he went after to have a gun like Eom Jaehyub had, Jiyong had figured it wasn’t likely for him to get hurt that badly again.

Perhaps that was why when it happened, there was a long moment where Jiyong could do nothing but stare in shock at the knife which his chosen target had just stabbed into his abdomen. The blade had been embedded to its hilt right about where his liver sat, the pearlescent sheen of the handle glinting in the dim streetlights. It was a nice knife, some pain-addled part of his brain absentmindedly provided, the kind that was probably expensive.

It was only once the culprit took advantage of his shock to try and make a run for it, that Jiyong snapped out of his daze and lunged after him.

Before they could get far, he tackled the man, sending the both of them crashing into a puddle left behind by the on and off again rain that had been gracing the evening. The impact jostled the knife in his gut and a grunt of pain escaped from Jiyong’s lips, however he didn’t let it stop him from getting a good hold on his prey so they couldn’t escape again.

Unfortunately the pained sound Jiyong let out seemed to have given the man an idea, and instead of trying to break the grapple that Jiyong had on him, he reached for the knife and pushed it in harder. No matter how much he didn’t want to, Jiyong couldn’t help but loosen his grip slightly from the pain. The man took full advantage of it, breaking free and pulling the knife out from Jiyong’s stomach as he scrambled out from under him.

However, as he turned to try and run once again, Jiyong reached out and grabbed his leg, sending him crashing to the ground. With adrenaline coursing through his veins and temporarily numbing the pain, Jiyong climbed on top of him and began slamming his fists into his head. Blood splattered onto Jiyong’s gloves and some of it even made it up to his face, small flecks getting into his mouth and leaving the taste of iron on his tongue.

Again and again Jiyong repeated his onslaught until the man’s face was a nearly unrecognizable mess and his chest had ceased to rise and fall. Only then did Jiyong climb off of him and allow himself to collapse against the alley wall, his breath labored as he desperately pressed his hand to the bleeding wound. The pressure of his hand alone was not enough to staunch the blood flow and it spilled over his fingers, the bright red blood joining the already drying stains from his target.

Above him, the sky let out a loud roar as it began to rain once again, the occasional flash of thunder lighting the dark alleyway. As the rain began coming down hard, washing away the blood from Jiyong’s hand and sending a river of pink down the street, he let out a shaky laugh. Knifed in an alleyway by someone he was trying to kill, what a stupid way to get injured.

Watching the blood continue to flow out over his fingers, Jiyong couldn’t help but shake his head in disbelief. He didn’t know if this was the end or not but it would be a pretty pathetic way to die. Still, it wasn’t like he was scared of dying or anything; truth be told, he was pretty sure he’d also died back when his mother had.

If given the choice though, Jiyong thought he would prefer not to die. If he was dead he wouldn’t be able to take care of criminals anymore and while he was sure Gangok would continue the crusade even if he was gone, he ideally would like to be around to hopefully see their justice system finally be fixed. He wanted to see a world where fame, money, or just plain apathy wouldn’t allow criminals to escape punishment for their crimes; a world where their victims didn’t have to live in fear of those who had hurt them anymore.

Whether it would happen in his lifetime, he didn’t know, but he would keep struggling towards that end for as long as he was alive. Others might say he was foolishly banging his head against a wall, but he was certain that something had to break eventually, and even if it wasn’t him who finally made it break, he'd at least play his part.

Forcing himself to his feet with great difficulty, Jiyong steadied himself with a hand against the wall, the other still pressed against the wound in his stomach. His footsteps were shaky as he began to inch his way towards the end of the alley, but he at least felt confident that he wasn’t going to pass out; at least not yet.

As he was about to pass by the man’s corpse, Jiyong paused and let out a long sigh. With great reluctance he knelt down and pried the knife from the corpse’s fingers. Doing so tugged at his wound, but he didn’t dare leave the knife there; while the rain would wash away any traces of Jiyong’s blood from the scene, blood could easily get embedded between the blade and handle, providing evidence as to his identity. If the day came that Jiyong was caught he would take responsibility for his actions, he wasn’t ashamed of them, but there was no sense in unnecessarily hastening that day along.

Tucking the knife into his pocket, Jiyong straightened and began hobbling towards the end of the alleyway again. He wasn’t entirely sure where he was headed, his home was too far away and he’d have to take the train to get there; that was hardly an option when he was bleeding so heavily.

Calling Gangok for help wasn’t an option either, he’d been forced to go out of town on a business trip, and he wouldn’t be back for a few more days. Before he’d left he’d kicked up quite a fuss worrying what Jiyong would do without him, and the pout he’d given when it had been pointed out that Jiyong had started out working on his own, had been quite unbefitting a man his age.

If he survived this, he would have to do his best to keep it secret from Gangok, the man would be infuriating otherwise.

No Gangok meant no convenient car to come pick him up, nor anyone who could arrange a discreet hospital room. Quite frankly it bothered Jiyong a little to realize how much easier Gangok’s money and connections made his work, he didn’t like being so dependent on anyone, but he also knew that the team he’d ended up with was able to accomplish a lot more together than he could on his own.

Even if having a team made things easier though, it was of no help to him right now. Although there was still Miryeo he could call, Jiyong was resistant to the idea. It was better that the two of them keep their in person interactions as sparse as possible, so as to limit the likelihood of anyone connecting them. Officially the Vigilante was dead, Seonwook having taken the fall for his deeds, something that still made Jiyong feel sick; he didn’t regret any of his actions, but Seonwook shouldn’t have ended up involved, shouldn’t have paid for it with his life.

Just because the police thought the Vigilante was dead didn’t mean Jiyong had ceased his activities though, this was not the first night he’d been out taking care of criminals since his supposed death. Now that he’d graduated from the Police Academy and had more freedom, his work had become easier in some ways; he didn’t need to be as sneaky to access case files, nor was he limited to only the weekends. Of course, it was balanced out by the fact he had to get up and go to work each day after his night time escapades.

Thus far the police didn’t seem to realize that the Vigilante’s killing had started up again, or at least most of them hadn’t; Jiyong was willing to bet Jo Heon had noticed it. The police hadn’t managed to figure out about his existence on their own the first time around, so he didn’t expect them to pick up on it quickly this time, especially without Miryeo broadcasting about his killings.

She was still doing her best to highlight injustice within the system, but now that she knew Jiyong’s identity, it was easier for her to just pass a message through Gangok about potential targets. It was safer too, the fact that she’d been the one to claim Seonwook had been the Vigilante meant that eyes would turn to her when the police realized he’d returned. Eventually Jiyong wanted to return to sending a message with his kills, to make it clear that as long as the law didn’t properly take care of things, then he would; that needed to wait until enough time had passed that people would assume someone else had taken up the Vigilante’s mantle. That way Miryeo was less likely to be suspected of lying, and end up in trouble.

Jiyong might not care what happened to him, but he didn’t want anyone else getting hurt because of him; Seonwook had been one too many.

It was seeming likely that he wouldn’t have to worry about that for much longer though, it was no longer clear what parts of his clothing were soaked with rain and what were soaked with blood. Without noticing it, he’d begun to lean more and more against the alley wall until the side of his head was pressed right up against it. For a moment Jiyong’s eyes fluttered shut, but he quickly forced them back open as soon as he realized it; if he fell unconscious right now, then one way or another, it would all be over. Either he’d die, or someone would find him and he’d be arrested.

Of course, in that case he’d probably still die anyway. He might not have managed to identify them yet, but Jiyong knew that there were still plenty among the police who were corrupt. If he were to be captured, he was under no illusion that he would be left to peacefully rot in prison, there would end up being some kind of accident.

As Jiyong tried to take another step forward, his legs buckled underneath him, sending him toppling to the ground. Although he intended to reach out a hand to catch himself, Jiyong found his limbs no longer seemed to want to cooperate with him, and instead he slammed shoulder first into the ground. The impact seemed to reverberate throughout his entire body, making his bones ache.

Jiyong wanted to try and get up, but his limbs wouldn’t move no matter how much he tried to make them. It was as if all his strength had just left his body, leaving him unable to do anything but just lie there. The world around him seemed muted, the sound of the rain fading into the background until it could hardly be heard at all, and even the colors of the alleyway lost most of their hue.

This was his own fault, he’d gotten cocky. There had been too many targets who proved to be weak cowards when faced with someone who could actually fight back, he’d gotten used to it. The man he’d killed today hadn’t been like that, he’d been a former street fighter who had reputation for crippling his opponents; that hadn’t been what finally gotten him arrested though, instead he’d been caught after he knifed a convenience store clerk in anger over his favorite brand of cigarettes being out of stock. The clerk had been sixteen and supporting her sick mother, but he’d only been sentenced to two years for it because ‘he’d been drunk and showed great remorse’.

What remorse were they talking about though, Jiyong had kept an eye on him for a few days and had heard him bragging to a friend about how easily he’d gotten off. It was clear that he didn’t regret a thing, nor had he changed his ways.

If Jiyong hadn’t been overconfident, he probably could have taken him down while only incurring minor injuries to his person, especially if he’dd managed to catch him off guard. Instead though he’d let himself underestimate the man and he’d ended up paying the price for it.

A shiver wracked Jiyong’s body as he lay there on the ground. He didn’t know if it was due to the rain or from blood loss, or perhaps both, but it felt as if all the warmth had disappeared from his body, as well as the little bit of energy he had left. It was difficult to even keep his eyes open anymore, and so he didn’t bother. It wasn’t like it mattered if he closed them anyway, it was past the point where it would make a difference if he were to fall unconscious.

He hoped that if there was someplace you went after death, that his mother would be waiting there for him. The many years since her death had done nothing to dull the ache in his chest that her absence caused, it had been so hard to keep going with her gone, he longed to see her again.

As Jiyong slowly began to lose consciousness, he almost thought he could feel his mother stroking his hair, just like she had when he was a child. With it came a sense of calm that he had not known for over a decade, ever since his mothers death his mind had never known peace, always too filled with pain and anger; now though, it all seemed to fade.

As his senses faded too, he missed the sound of hurried footsteps coming towards him.

[nikonichothelas]

who made bro mad

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fic: You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Pairing: Kim Jiyong x Jo Heon

Tags: Undercover AU

@dangermousie @kingsandbastardz <3

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The pulse of the club music thrums deep within his sternum. It's an organised chaos of lights, colours, and bodies on the dance floor. It's beautiful in its own way. Jiyong sucks in a deep breath the second he feels Jo Heon pull his attention back to the path their cutting through the club floor to the VIP section.

The hand at the small of his waist dips over the curve of his ass and that's where it stays for the scant minute it takes them to navigate their way to their booth on the mezzanine.

"Lean into me."

Jiyong turns himself into Jo Heon's waiting embrace. Arching his face into the side of his neck, playing up the pretence of a spoiled boy toy with a small nip to the man's skin. The fucker barely even flinches.

Instead, he finds the hand on his ass squeezing, burning a hiss out of him. "Be good," Jo Heon says, brushing his lips to the side of his face. "Baby."

The server waiting on them bows after Jo Heon rattles off an order for the both of them. Jiyong waits until the heavy velvet drapes are pulled close to twist away, but he doesn't get far. Not when Jo Heon is dragging him back close by the hip.

A warning grip has him huffing exasperatedly. "No one is watching us right now."

"You must always assume that someone is watching. At all times," Jo Heon calmly states, tugging him to straddle his lap like he weighs absolutely nothing. "That way, no one can ever get the better of you."

Jiyong doesn't know if that's a lesson or a warning, but he settles in his lap anyways. Letting heavy hands pin him in place, not fighting back when he feels himself being lifted and pressed up against the railing. His breath catches. He reaches out to dig his fingers into the meat of Jo Heon's stupidly solid shoulders as the man holds him in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination of the revellers below.

Jo Heon chuckles. Lips to the corner of Jiyong's own. On an inhale, Jiyong can taste the headiness of the cologne on his tongue. On the exhale, he can feel the way his mind fuzzes out when Jo Heon absolutely does not release him when the server comes back to deliver their order.

If anything, the bastard bullies his hips between Jiyong's. Shameless about the way he is playing the part of a patron with deep pockets and a stolen heart caught in the wiles of a pretty face. Jo Heon tilts his face, sliding their hungry mouths against each other. Jiyong is caught by the way the man kisses.

He's expected a ravishing. He receives the gentlest of licks against his own tongue and the softest sigh on his lips.

"Is this also because someone is watching?" Jiyong asks a little breathlessly when they part for air.

Jo Heon doesn't answer. Smirking a little while he's digging his thumb into the meat of his thighs. His big hands dip, pressing onto the front of his slacks, cupping right over his bulge.

Jiyong eyes up the server who is sneaking glances their way, then spies the blink of red in the corner of the ceiling.

Making an impulsive decision, he rolls his hips, sucking a sharp hiss of air when the older man merely laughs. A clear thread of delight in the timbre of his voice that swallows up Jiyong's own giggle.

He meets Jo Heon's gaze and cocks his head.

The server leaves then, quietly melting into the shadows of the club and the sounds of the crowd cheering as the music changes up.

And still, Jo Heon doesn't let up.

Pressing the mouths close again in a mimicry of a kiss, Jiyong cannot help the sudden starburst of disappointment that blooms in him when Jo Heon doesn't immediately kiss back. And in the next second, he feels his heart race at the implication of it all.

It's heady. Hard to shake.

Made especially difficult when Jo Heon tightens his hold, buckling Jiyong's knees where they are pressed to his sides. "Bastard..."

"Now, now baby boy," Jo Heon drawls. "That's no way to be talking to your husband, now is it?"

"I wasn't aware we were even married."

Jiyong scoffs, moving to push back a little when Jo Heon takes his left hand. Singling out his ring finger, he hums, wrapping his lips around it. Dark eyes hold his gaze as the music begins to crescendo around them. With a small smirk, Jo Heon sucks his finger into his mouth, sinking his teeth to the base.

It stings. But not in the way Jiyong thought it would. There's a frisson of an unnameable thing that blooms deep in his core, fanned into an inferno by the way he can feel Jo Heon's tongue soothing his bite when he releases him from the warm and wet heat.

"I'll get you a proper ring later. Only the best for my baby boy," Jo Heon promises. In the flashing lights, Jiyong sees the glisten of spit on his lips. Before he dwells on it, Jo Heon has brought his hand down to Jiyong's crotch. Thumbnail flicking at the zip, it's a little too close to where he wants it to be. "Unless you'd rather I put a ring on this pretty thing instead."

The implication sends the inferno into his very veins.

"If you two could pump some blood into your upstairs brains instead of your downstairs brain, that would be much appreciated." Gangok's voice testily crackles over their earpieces. When Jo Heon doesn't immediately let Jiyong go, opting instead to pull him to his chest in a show of strength that steals Jiyong's breath, Gangok huffs. "Jo Heon, I'll pay for a room at the nearest 5-star hotel to break the bed in if you could just focus on the task."

That gets a slow sigh. "Alright. But that room better not be bugged."

"Boo. You're no fun!"

Jiyong shakes his head at that, laughing only a little when Jo Heon turns him around. He lets his body go sweet and pliant in his arms, finding it scarily easy to melt against the strong body holding him up.

"Eyes up, baby," Jo Heon growls against his jaw. "It's show time."

Sighing a little, he flits his gaze over to where their target is. Jiyong pulls his wits around him and prays that the bulge in his pants isn't too visible.

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