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BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER I LOVED THIS SO MUCH RAHHHH BOTTOM HONGJOONG WHINY HONGJOONG..

MY WEAKNNESS

I love you for this omg I AM GROWLING. RAHHHHHHHH

He deserved to be praised just like this fic (I’d also go feral for Jongho rolling up his sleeves ngl)

Let Me Lick It- KHJ

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x gn!reader wc: 2.2k Au: non-idol, university Genre: smut, crushes to lovers summary: your newest crush and fun-to-tease underclassman looks a little too good at the "slutty" themed party your friends held. Or maybe it's just the happy trail driving you crazy Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption (no one is drunk, and consent is given), bathroom party blowjob, happy trail, gender neutral pov, dom reader, sub HJ, cum eating AN: Happy late birthday to @yourfatherlucifer and thanks for the idea and mindrotting thoughts! @sanjoongie (i finally finished it) Banner and dividers made by me. Blank blogs will be blocked

Maybe you had too much to drink, even though you knew you were only halfway through your first glass. However, what other explanation did you have for seeing this? Kim Hongjoong, the adorable underclassmen that got flustered too easily, was here at a slutty themed party and he dressed the part.

Your friends loved coming up with some of the wackiest party themes, with this one being to dress up as something normal but make it slutty. The slutty was mandatory. There were a lot of others in their slutty animal, maid or butler costumes. All unoriginal in your book. But a slutty football fan or player? Yes there were a few but those were just in the pants or baseball uniforms with the jersey open or just off, but he was in a crop top.

Cute stomach exposed, the sport shorts kept it cute but hung low on his hips: low enough there was an unmistakable shadow going from his navel down.

“Earth to the slut. Hello!” brought back to reality by a hand in front of your face, you tore your eyes off of the cute underclassmen to glare at your friend dressed as a slutty nun. “What are you drooling about?” Her gaze followed your line of sight when you glanced back, taking note of Hongjoong with his group of friends, several who were also in crop tops. “Oh, I see. You do like the pretty. Which one?”

With a wave of your hand you downed the rest of your drink. “Orange jersey. He's normally a shy one.”

“Just your type then.”

“Mhmm. We aren't that close but he's friends with Wooyoung and Mingi.”

“Ah because being friends with your ex boyfriend and fuck buddy makes him a target?” She mused sarcastically, spotting the two in question as two with a crop top. Of the eight, there were five showing off their stomachs, one was completely shirtless, and two were… lacking in the slutty department but still hot. Yunho in a tight Spiderman suit where you could see the definition of every muscle? That could pass.

With a sigh you poured yourself a shot. “Wooyoung and I are still friends. We're better that way. Besides he's with mister shoulder's now. Mingi and I were okay just fucking around, he also got himself someone now too.” You explained, taking the shot quickly, nearly gagging as it burned down your throat. The first shot always did. “Anyways, we still hang out a lot, game nights and getting drunk. And that means with Hongjoong occasionally around. He's fun to tease.”

What you didn't mention was how you would purposely tease him because you knew he would get hard. Wooyoung had messaged you the first time it happened, that the cute man was beating his meat moments after you left their small dorm. Now he lets you know every time he does.

It was fun to tease, but you had no intention of being the first to make a move. You liked being chased after, and preferred the other to make the first move. Wooyoung and Mingi were more of the outgoing ones you've had, but they were still just what you liked. Dorks. Big, adorable, hot dorks.

But now? Now you didn't want to wait.

The party continued and you nursed your drinks, enough to give you a buzz but stay sober enough to hopefully take someone home. And by someone you meant Kim Hongjoong and by home you meant the bathroom or upstairs where people were already getting fucked.

Every so often your eyes sought out Hongjoong, even made conversation when you had gone over and scolded Jongho for the lack of slutty since he was in a full suit. He took the jacket off and pushed the sleeves up and said that was slutty enough. The fact it had your friend swooning lost you the argument. You still stayed and chatted with everyone.

And danced. Sandwiched between your ex and his boyfriend at one point. Then Mingi and his, even with Seonghwa: the pretty one of the group. But every time you tried to dance with Hongjoong, he declined. Leaning against the wall, drink in hand, slutty waist on display driving you crazy.

You were more obsessed with it than Mingi's and that man had such a pretty waist, happy trail obvious, and even if he hadn't had a boyfriend you probably wouldn't be drooling over him as you were this man.

The same man who blushed every time he caught you staring. The same man who stayed near you, or well his friends, ignoring the others who were clearly flirting with him.

Nothing hit harder than when the majority of them danced together, dragging Hongjoong into a line, arm in arm, putting on a slutty show of moving their hips and some odd, but very hot, version of a salsa.

A twist and thrust of his hips here, a body roll, then the lights bathing his stomach just right.

You took another shot, waiting until they parted before you had enough. Swooping in, you grabbed his hand, not even giving him the option of telling you no. Not out here. Not until he knew exactly what you wanted to do to him.

He called out your name repeatedly, but you didn't stop until you were pulling him into the upstairs bathroom and locking the door behind you.

Another call of your name; nervous, cautious. “Whats going on?”

You turned quickly, startling him back against the wall. “What's going on? You're driving me crazy you cute fucking dork.” With a few steps your hand was slammed against the wall just above his shoulder. “This?” You ran a finger through the light hairs that were unmistakably below his navel. “Is driving me crazy.” He had the audacity to look shy, staging at you with innocent doe eyes even as his hips pushed forward when two fingers hooked into the waist band of his shorts. “It is?” The way his tongue swiped out to moisten his lips had your full attention for a brief moment, but was also responsible for the last bit of control that you had dispersing. “It is and I am going to kiss you- right on the lips and everywhere else I please. You’re going to take it, aren’t you? Like the good boy you want to be for me?” A nod and a soft sound in the back of his throat- that was all the invitation you needed.

Mouth on his you swallowed up the cute whimper he let out. It was cute how responsive he was. How his lips chased yours. How he grabbed onto your top like a life line, pulling you closer. Chest to chest, tongues mingling together in a sloppy mess that had drool wetting your chin. One of you tasted like lemons, and briefly you thought it was a shame you didn’t think about doing a body shot off his cute waist earlier.

A shame your mouth wasn’t lower already. Though you quickly changed that.

The whine that fell from his pretty lips when you pulled yours away sent shivers down to your core. “Fuck baby boy, you sound so pretty. Is that how you sound every time you jack off thinking about me?”

His cheeks burned as bright as his shirt while his eyes followed your descent down onto your knees. “I-I don’t jerk off like th-”

“Mhmm, sure you don’t. Why do you always run to the bathroom after I leave? Making such sweet noises a little birdie has to tell me all about it huh?” You murmured out against his stomach, running your tongue over the soft flesh before dipping to the small hairs that had been driving you wild. You kept your gaze on his face, letting out a pleased chuckle from the way his features twisted with embarrassment and shame for being called out. “Don’t get me wrong, Joongie, I was no better.”

That caught his attention, shyly reaching out to grab onto your shoulders. “W-what do you mean? Did you… touch yourself too?”

Your tongue circled his navel, well aware of the tent in his shorts just under your chin. “Every. Damn. Time.” You punctuated each word with a nibble on his soft flesh, hands moving down his hips to push his shorts down. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to see how you look, fucking your hand to the thought of me.”

His eyes were clouded over with more desire and less shame now, emboldening him to roll his hips forward once his cock was free of restraints. “I could show you sometime?” He offered, still a bit bashful and it was cute.

Letting out a laugh against the small hairs you discovered under the shorts, you nodded. “You will. For now… show me the pretty sounds you make.”

You kissed all around his pelvis, purposely avoiding his hardened member, yet letting your breath fan over the skin. He was getting more desperate. More whiney. A hand sliding into your hair but still reluctant to put force behind it. Not until your tongue pressed to the bottom of his base and ran it up, still maintaining eye contact.

He didn’t shy from your gaze at all, you were almost certain he liked it. Maybe he wasn’t so shy after all? Just needed a bit of… motivation.

Or testing his patience enough. Kitten licks to the tip, moaning at the taste of precum on your tongue, sucking on his balls, all while your thumbs rubbed at his hips, holding him still.

Finally, when you pressed your tongue to the underside of his tip, mouth opened almost as an invitation. One he took.

With a bit too much force, half his length was inside, just for him to pull it out. “S-sorry I- ah fuck.”

You didn’t let him finish his apology, pushing your mouth down on his length, as far down as you could take him, and just held him there. Tongue pressed up, cheeks hollowed, eyes on his face as his eyes rolled back and he panted out sweet whimpers and moans in his attempts to find words. To say your name. Though it only came out jumbled and definitely not right.

Pride swelled in your chest at the sight of him like this. Knowing you did this to him. That this was just the tip of the iceberg you were going to do to him.

Going from teasing and tasting him, your new mission was to see how loud you could make him. How fast you could make him come undone. His fingers tightening in your hair as you bobbed your head at a rhythm he seemed to like. Taking him more and more until your nose brushed against the small hairs that had been taunting you all night.

“Ah- Shit- ngh please- fu- I-” He sounded beautiful and breathless, his hips beginning to meet your lips as best as your grip would allow.

You could tell he was close when his whines grew in pitch, when they sounded like the sweetest cries and when his hips stuttered and his cock felt heavier in your mouth.

The way he tried to get the words out, stumbling over them so prettily, was your favorite. “G-gonna- ah close- com- ah!” He held onto your head with both hands, nearly doubling over as you sucked, demanding his seed in your mouth.

And you got your wish. The thick white substance coated your mouth and tongue while his body trembled and jerked above you, drool falling from his pretty lips and hitting your back. It was hot, nearly having you come on the spot if only you had bothered to touch yourself.

You kept your mouth around his member until he pushed you off from the sensitivity. He fell back against the door, chest heaving and a delicious fucked out expression on his flushed features. When he glanced down, you happily showed off the cum still in your mouth and on your tongue, making a show of swallowing it for him.

“Mmm, I could get used to the taste.” You practically purred out, leaning forward and beginning to lick up the remaining drops of cum still on him. He whined, shrinking away. “Let me lick it clean at least. I would hate to have it all dried up by the time we get to the car and I can ride you.”

Laughter fell from your lips at his shock, once more stumbling over his tongue. “I-in the car?”

“Well…” Your tongue slid up his happy trail one more time. “Preferably right now, but I think you need a second and there are no doubt people needing the bathroom. Maybe they have to suck someone else off. Or throw up their guts. Who am I to get in their way?” Slowly you fixed his shorts and stood back up, capturing his swollen lips in a chaste kiss. “Don’t you want to know the noises I make?”

Like an eager puppy, he was the one pulling you out of the bathroom. Car it is. Then your bed. And many more places after that.

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It wasn’t easy getting into the mindset of crime lords when their hearts were filled with turmoil over you, but the five men managed during the car ride.

At least until Mingi, in the driver seat, brought you up again. “So… I’m assuming everyone is aware of what the shitty fucker she went to see tried to do?” He winced at the feeling of Yunho digging his fingers into his thigh, glancing over and taking note of his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, an angry tell of his.

“And how aware are you of it, Malik?” Hongjoong spoke from the back, a hard edge to his tone as he sat between Seonghwa and Jongho. Their eyes met in the mirror and Mingi had the feeling he didn’t have the full story.

With a deep breath, he focused on the road. “I’m aware he tried to kiss her, but I didn’t press for more details, she was shaken up.”

“Oh he did more than that.” Jongho scoffed.

Now Mingi was even more confused, glancing at Yunho, then at Seonghwa, hoping one of them would clarify. It was the latter that spoke up. “He admitted to her face about- fuck I don’t even want to think about it- but I think it’s safe to say the only reason we don’t have one of Minjae’s men putting a hit out on this shitstain is because she wouldn’t want that… and we need his stupid fucking unit.”

“So you heard their conversation? Ah- I see.” Mingi didn’t know what was said but if it was enough for Seonghwa to be calling him a shitstain, then Mingi was all aboard the hate train. “Any idea why she was even there?”

Out of the four others, it was Jongho that spoke up. “Only an idea."

This had Hongjoong and Seonghwa turning to look at him in confusion, even the two in front were pretty shocked. “Well?”

The youngest didn’t meet any of their eyes. “She had been ranting to Yeosang about wanting to arrest some of the guys that came into the bar and Yeosang explained that we can’t make any arrests ourselves unless they’re thought out otherwise it could backfire. She did ask if another unit made the arrest and handled the police work, if that was more viable.”

“Oh.” Hongjoong said it first, understanding where this was going. The rants they heard about through Yeosang were one of the few things that kept them hopeful you would come out on top of this whole situation; anger was a great motivator after all.

“That’s… not a bad plan actually. And she thought about that before knowing our plans.” Seonghwa smiled to himself, the pride and awe in his tone matched by Hongjoong’s grin.

“Well we’ll just have to carry it out won’t we? She tried it her way, we’ll try it our way.”

Mingi shivered at the undertone their leader spoke with, but no one protested. Instead, he pulled up to the quiet restaurant, taking note of a few cars on the street but that the building itself was dimly lit and only had two guards standing outside giving notice to what was about to go down. “Anyways, Viper time?”

The restaurant itself was a small mom and pop type that wasn’t even open in the evenings, they already had access to the camera’s inside and some audio thanks to their outfits and around the building with some bugs. The anonymity of the Black Pirates usually made it easy to scope out a place before a meeting, even if given just a few hours worth of notice. Having a tech genius on their crew also helped immensely, the buttons on their jackets and Yunho’s glasses serving as cameras and extra audio. They were nothing if not thorough.

After giving the okay to Yeosang to connect to the car and their personal devices, Yunho was the first out of the car followed by Jongho, Seonghwa, then Hongjoong. As driver, Mingi stayed behind, also to keep an eye out in case an ambush or backup was called. Or worse: police.

Their demeanor shifted, Yunho behind the duo leaders while Jongho was in the front, stepping up to the guards and introducing them as the Pirates. He showed off his fingers as if to confirm, then the four were led inside.

Only a handful of men were in the restaurant, quite a few tables pushed aside but four men sat at one in the center, with a handful of guards around the room.

“Total of ten guards. Six here, two up front and two in the back.” Yeosang's voice rang in their ears.

“We already have four men not far from the back entrance, the two in the kitchen will be easiest to take out if things get dicey. The Leaders have a car out back with a driver so that would be their escape route. Sang is tapping into their communications now.” San added on followed by some chatter in the background.

It was maybe a relief when the four heard your voice, calm and focused. “The guard on the left behind the men- he comes into the club a lot. Likes flirting with one of the girls, Cherry. Woo says he's a huge gambler and owes the Boa’s money. He'd probably turn his back on them to pay those fees.”

Of course they couldn't reply, but a glance at one of the cameras from Hongjoong told the four watching they understood.

Jongho and Yunho pulled the chairs out and had Seonghwa and Hongjoong sitting the next second.

The buffer of the four men sitting scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You expect us to believe you're the leader of the Pirates?”

“Do you want proof?” Hongjoong hummed out with a tilt of his head, eyeing the man down. “Because if you won’t be serious about these negotiations, we can leave and you can pay us the original amount you owe us within a month.” He moved as if to get up, just for the brute to get elbowed by the more slender man next to him, shooting him a venomous glare.

From left to right, it was the head of their prostitution, the actual head of the Vipers -who appeared decently older than the rest-, the brute who was in charge of the fight ring and last, the lanky man responsible for their drugs. Hongjoong cared more about the leader, since this was his first appearance- though that was their main goal.

A face means they can find who he is outside of the Vipers. Even if that was all they got from this meeting, it was enough.

“Already have his face being run through our data, Captain.” The techie announced even if he didn't need to. Hongjoong knew he would, he trusted him.

If Yeosang managed to cough up any useful information, they could have even more leverage to make sure this meeting went just as they wanted.

He eyed the four of them, gaze harsh on the brute that had dared to question them. “Let us get right into it then. Mars.” He motioned towards Seonghwa who a moment later pulled a folder out from his bag under the leather cape.

Once it was in Hongjoong's hands, he was quick to place it on the table facing the other four. A contract with listed payments and pictures of the properties that they wanted as well. “We don't expect all of these, but these are the options you have. Our listed conditions in the contract however are non-negotiable.”

“A contract? You can't be serious?” The head of the fight ring scoffed again, not at all intimidated by the glares he received.

“We very much are. We take our work seriously, as well as what we are owed. You were warned our help was not going to be free. Or cheap.” Seonghwa added, pointing with a leather clad finger to the contract. “Three of the 6 properties. Different percentages of our cut on products. You get use of one of our docks, as well as contacts of smugglers willing to extend their contract with us to include you. We'll supply some men to make up for the losses you took, but we have free reign to scout any of your existing men as well.”

Staring at the monitors before you, the rest of the talk fell on deaf ears after Seonghwa had said that. The three around you were still laser focused on the screens, listening to the negotiations though only Seonghwa and Hongjoong did most of the talking. You stood right behind Yeosang, San to your left and Wooyoung to your right, the mic in front of you picking up any conversation the four of you had.

Wooyoung had praised them for their location choices, though you couldn't see what they were without leaning in closer and pressing your chest to the back of Yeosang's head; not that it mattered to you right now.

You were still reeling from the weight of Seonghwa's words. “Does that mean…” you whispered, drawing the attention of the two flanking you, “they can get you out of there safely?”

The fear that had risen up when the small war between the Red Wolves and Green Vipers had jeopardized San’s life had never gone away. You hadn’t dared to ask Hongjoong what he planned to get him out, afraid you would not like the answer at all.

Now you had it. The alliance between the Pirates and Vipers was a perfect opportunity to pull San out without blowing his cover or causing any harm. The most efficient way as well, as he could still technically fight if he needed. Not that you wanted him to. “You tell me, sweetcheeks? What does that pretty brain of yours think it means?” San replied, his tone playful and you could hear the smirk in his words as well.

That was enough of a confirmation for you however, reaching for his hand on instinct as your expression softened. “You’re going to be safe now?”

San took your hand, fingers lacing with yours and his calloused thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

“I wouldn’t say safe- nothing about this job is safe Goddess.” Wooyoung felt the need to tease, bursting your bubble a bit.

San shot him a glare over your shoulder, moving a bit closer to you as his gaze settled back on yours. “While he has a point, I know what you mean. Yes it means they can get me out of immediate danger. So you don’t have to worry any more.”

Relief flooded you, muscles relaxing and letting out a breath that seemed to take some of the tension in your body with it. “I’m glad.” Still holding his hand, you tugged him a bit closer until you were side by side enough you could lean your head on his shoulder. You didn’t think about it, just did it, embracing the warmth radiating off him.

Wooyoung whined behind you, the screens forgotten for the moment. “Be touchy with meee~"

“No.” But you had a smile on your lips as he poked at your arm. “Focus baby boy.”

He sighed, but didn’t relent on the poking even as he turned his attention to the screen. “You guys should hurry up, I’m being deprived of attention now.”

“I don’t think now is the time for such banter, Woo.” Yeosang hissed up at him, motioning to the screens. It seemed you had missed an escalation of sorts as one of the Viper leaders was now standing and leaning over the table, glaring down at Hongjoong.

Hongjoong who was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, and a smug look on his face as he peered up under the hat at the man twice his size it seemed.

Even through the screen you could feel the tension, the charged atmosphere that would snap at the sound of a pin drop.

“I wouldn’t be acting so smug, little hobbit.” The brute snarled at the Captain, the next second 6 guns aimed at the four of your men.

Fear washed through you, detaching yourself from San’s arm and leaning against the back of Yeosang’s head to see the screen clearer. The man seemed unphased, fingers moving across his board as he was doing something on another screen- your eyes didn’t stray from this one.

“Easy baby, they’re going to be fine.” San attempted to reassure you, his hand sliding over your back, hesitating only when you flinched at the initial contact. “The vipers aren’t that dumb.”

As if to back up what he said, the leader of the four lifted two fingers and the guns were lowered. “No need for that, K, they aren’t a threat.” The man was pulled back to his seat by the viper next to him.

“Would you take us more seriously if we were?” It was Yunho who finally spoke up, a tick in his jaw you could see even in the dim light of the restaurant and camera quality. He was pissed, and now you wondered what you had missed.

What had been said or at least insinuated that would have Yunho staring at the men as if he was ready to kill them?

Nothing was said between the four leaders, but the first man, the head of their prostitution, nodded.

Your eyes widened in shock at what proceeded to play out on the screen. Yunho was quick, dashing around the table and disarming and knocking two of the six guards down, shot another in the knee with the newly acquired gun, and then tossed them to Seonghwa. Seonghwa had caught them with ease and pointed them directly at the two of the leaders that had stood up in the duration of Yunho’s actions: one at K, the other at the head of prostitution.

Jongho was much less graceful, the first guard he disarmed, he simply broke his wrist, resulting in a garbled cry as he took a hit to the stomach. He barely hit the floor before Jongho was swinging a punch at the next guard, grabbing his gun. This one was smarter, letting the gun go and bringing his fist up, connecting with Jongho’s cheek. He got one more hit in before Jongho started his own assault, handling him while he tossed the guns towards Yunho.

Who immediately pointed them both at the remaining guard. The one you had pointed out earlier. Yunho mouthed something to the man that had him dropping his gun in surrender and getting on his knees. Yunho kicked it away from everyone before pointing the guns to the back of the other two leader’s heads, while Jongho knocked out the guard then put the one who surrendered into a hold.

It had happened within half a minute, leaving you stunned.

“Still think we aren’t a threat?” Hongjoong mused, still in the same position he had been in before the brute had sat down. You didn’t relax until the guns were lowered and Yunho and Jongho were standing next to Seonghwa and Hongjoong again. Though relaxed wasn’t the right word; less on edge. There was blood on the side of Jongho’s face, probably from a cut that he wasn’t attending to. It raised the intimidation factor for sure, keeping the others in check.

“It’s always hot how those two handle things.” Wooyoung muttered under his breath, snapping your attention to him. Once your initial concern wore off, laughter bubbled out of your throat and fell from your lips. Small, choked giggles really. “What?! You can’t tell me it’s not hot?”

“I think you’re the only one who finds it hot when we pulverize someone.” San teased from the other side of you, laughing under his breath. “Looks like it’s settled now so no more fighting on their end.”

Wooyoung whined at that, a cute pout on his lips. “Damn. I was hoping Yunho could get a little bloody too. Maybe if they’re worked up enough I can finally get that eiffel tower I’ve been praying-”

“Wooyoung!” Both you and San gasp out while Yeosang looks up at him horrified. The culprit didn’t look the slightest bit ashamed however. “We can talk about this later.” San added on.

The man didn’t seem done with his fun though, leaning in towards you and whispering. “Don’t let him fool you, Sannie gets all worked up after a fight himself. The van we used for his cover- Sangie refuses to listen in because we fucked in it so much at first.”

The hiss behind you and Wooyoung’s pride at his words just had more laughter bubbling up from your chest. “Oh my god, I can believe that. You’re such a slut, it’s cute.” You bipinched his cheeks, not at all realizing you felt a bit lighter.

Not until you turned back to the screen and found Yeosang with his head back, looking up at you with a soft smile. A smile that was mirrored on the other two’s faces. Heat rushed up your neck and burned your cheeks as your focus narrowed in on the screen. It did seem to be going smoother, and Jongho did look fine despite the blood on one side of his face…

You didn’t let yourself hope until the four men were signing the contracts provided, the leader shaking hands with Hongjoong. The older man paled when Hongjoong said a name, but he recovered quickly. So Yeosang had found out about him. When had he told Hongjoong? Perhaps when you were distracted.

“Good job Sangie.” You patted his head gently none-the-less, feeling as if he deserved the praise in the moment.

“Just doing my job… they’ll be coming back soon.” Yeosang didn’t look up, but you assumed he was a bit bashful. He never took your praise well.

Before you could lay more praise on, you were being pulled back by Wooyoung. “So- Sangie can handle it from here. Let’s get a medkit ready for bear and I should have enough time to tell you a story! How about a story of a wickedly handsome rogue spy and the very beautiful and badass cop who wins his heart?”

“Heard that one before.” You teased, knowing damn well he was talking about him and you. “How about… the one of the two undercover morally grey hotties that infiltrate an illegal fight ring?”

Wooyoung perked up at that. “Oh? Are you curious about the van stories? Could always recreate the scene for you.” He was leading you over to the kitchen that also had some medical supplies in one of the cabinets.

With a glance back at San who was still with Yeosang, a soft smile tugged at your lips. “Something like that. I never wanted to ask about the undercover part, just in case it worsened my fear of San’s inability to get out of the mess. But now… I’d like to know more. How it started. Why San. And yes, maybe about this van.”

Setting the kit down on the counter, Wooyoung continued to pull out more needed items. “You know, San told you it was purely sexual the day I kissed him in front of you… you know that’s a lie right?” He was nonchalant with it, but it reminded you of the day regardless. Your surprise when this new person kissed the man you were getting attached to. “When we started this mission, it was a turning point for us. I know he told you I saved him or whatever, but I don’t think the shackles really fell for him until the Vipers.”

Realizing there was more to the story than an undercover identity and a lot of sex in a van, you sat down on one of the stools, all your attention on the man across from you. There were a lot of reasons this piqued your interest, but none greater than the need to know how San broke free of his trauma.

Maybe it could give you the answers to break free of your own. “Tell me.”

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