Ugh, Are You Kidding, I Loved This! (and I Absolutely Didnt Mind The Innuendo )

Ugh, are you kidding, I loved this! 🥺 (and I absolutely didn’t mind the innuendo 🥴)

What a lovely drabble that feels very true to Seokjin and like a warm hug. 💜

In case you are still doing the comfort drabbles (and if not, please feel free to ignore…La La La, this ask never existed):

More of a generic feeling, but I work with students and there’s always someone who needs me to do something or other, and most times when I finish a task, there’s another one ready to take its place. I enjoy my job, but sometimes it’s just exhausting-I just want time where no one needs things from me and I don’t have to be so independent and take care of everything myself (it’s just me and the doggo currently). Enter comfort!Seokjin…just being taken care of instead of taking care of others/perpetual exhaustion would be lovely!

(By the way, what a freaking cool idea for a drabbles series! 😎)

Hi Delacy!! No worries! I will be doing the Comfort Drabbles for as long as people request them! 😊 Thank you for saying it’s a cool idea! I’m glad people are enjoying it and finding value in it so far!

If there’s anything I’ve noticed so far about the people in this fandom (at least the ones I’ve spoken to and have responded to these requests so far), it’s that we all are a little tired and give a lot of ourselves, whether that be to the people we love or the things we do. I think that speaks volumes about the group we dedicate so much of our time to! Here’s hoping you get a little reprieve soon, lovely! Until then, I hope this drabble provides you with some comfort 💜

(There’s a small innuendo in this, but I didn’t think you’d mind 🥴 Sorry if it skates the line.)

The Comfort Drabbles — About | Masterlist

You’re just unleashing the dog and hanging up the lead when your front door opens. You look up in surprise, having just come through moments before and not expecting anyone. Your eyes widen when you see Seokjin elbowing his way through the door, out of breath and with his arms full.

“What are you–?”

“I’ve got more, I’ve got more,” he pants, quickly setting the reusable bags down in the kitchen before disappearing again.

While he’s gone, you blink at the bags lining your counters, edging closer to peek in. “Groceries?”

“The cupboards are empty!” he answers, and you startle and spin back around to see him barging through with another armload.

“Seokjin!” you chastise, hands on your hips. “You didn’t have to buy all this.”

“And let you starve for another week?” he scoffs, giving you a look that says that definitely wasn’t an option. He smacks a clumsy kiss on your cheek on his way by, immediately flinging open the fridge to start putting things away.

“I eat,” you defend weakly, crossing your arms.

He purses his lips at you, lifting one eyebrow in challenge. “Ramen doesn’t count.”

“You eat ramen all the time!” you cry, to which he widens his eyes like that was the exact point he was trying to make. Frankly, you fail to see his logic.

“Exactly! So I should know what I’m talking about!” he laughs, moving to fill the cupboards next. You move to help, but he playfully hisses at you and shoos you away. By the time he’s finished, he can barely even close the cabinets.

“This is too much,” you sigh, leaning back against the counter with a pout.

“No,” he shakes his head. “It’s just enough.” He glances around, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “Where do we keep the hand vacuum again?”

“Why?”

“Ya!” he laughs. “Why else? I’m going to vacuum the pet hair off the couch! Then I’m going to strip the bed and wash the sheets. Why are you still standing here, by the way? Go shower or something.”

“Seokjin.”

He pauses at your tone, giving you the most innocent smile he can muster. It almost makes you forget you’re supposed to be mad at him. Why are you supposed to be mad at him, again? 

“Yes, beautiful?” he croons, sidling closer to you in a way that makes you laugh.

You roll your eyes. “We’re not celebrating one hundred days, it’s not my birthday…it’s not your birthday. What’s going on?”

“I can’t help out around the apartment?” he pouts, fingers fiddling with yours, twisting the ring he’d given you after your first 100 days together.

You feel yourself deflate a little at the question. Before Seokjin, you’d been so used to taking care of everything on your own – the bills, the dog walking and vet appointments, the cooking, the cleaning, the shopping. Working full-time takes up a lot of your time already and you often find it difficult to find time for anything else. There have been many times in the past where things just got put off until the very last second. It seems you still haven’t broken yourself of that way of living just yet.

Even if Seokjin had been living with you for well over three months now.

“You can,” you allow. “I’m just…surprised. You’re doing so much at once…you can save some for me, you know?”

He shakes his head, then boops you on the nose. “Nope, I’m going to do it all. You do so much already and I’m not home as much as I’d like to be. It’d mean a lot to me if you’d let me help take care of things once in a while.”

That makes you pause. You give him a doubtful look. “You…want to help with chores?”

He snorts. “No one wants to do chores, but I want to help.”

His arms snake around you and you sink into them, resting your head against his chest with a soft sigh. He murmurs into your hair, “So, go take a bath, watch a movie, read a book or get some writing done. Tonight’s your night to relax, okay?”

“But things would get done faster if I help…” you grumble.

He leans away to narrow his eyes at you. He’s silent for a moment, then pulls abruptly away and throws his hands up. “Okay! You can help!”

“Wait, wha–”

“Nope, you’re so adamant about helping, so now you are helping!”

“Seokjin,” you whine. “I take it back–”

“Ya,” he growls, launching into a quick ramble that you can hardly understand. You think you hear the words trying to take care of you and thanks I get, but you can’t be entirely sure.

He pulls you in for a kiss, but he’s still mid-rant and it’s a little sloppy and makes you giggle. He wags his finger at you. “Go shower! I’ll clean and wash the sheets just so we can soil them again later.”

You wrinkle your nose. “I don’t want to sleep in soiled sheets.”

He winks. “Who says we’ll be sleeping?”

“Seokjin!” you squeak, to which he laughs and pushes you out of the room with a swift smack to the butt.

“Go!”

“Okay, okay!” you laugh, rubbing the place he’d hit with a pout. “So violent.”

“I’ll show you violent!” he bellows, but his voice is full of laughter and you both know the threat is empty. He’s much more likely to blow bubbles at you while he’s washing dishes, so the irony makes you laugh.

“But seriously, jagi, we will be getting some sleep tonight because I know you’ve been exhausted lately,” he yells after you, puckering his lips and shooting you finger hearts when you look back at him.

You shake your head at his antics, but you can’t deny the laughter continuing to bubble in your chest or the warmth that’s settling around you like a hug.

Seokjin just has a way of making you feel better, of making you feel comfortable, safe, and taken care of.

Life has definitely been more interesting since Seokjin started coming around.

And, yes, you can admit…things have been quite a bit easier too.

Middle of the Night

Pairing: Vampire!Yeonjun x reader

Words: 785

Warnings/rating: SFW, Vampire!AU, blood...this Yeonjun is just something else, ya'll.

Author's Note: Wow, look at me, finally writing for TXT and it's not Beomgyu related (who is she?)! This is inspired by the song Middle of the Night by Elley Duhé.

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“Is this okay?”

Yeonjun’s eyes are wild, pupils blown out and irises stained a deep crimson. He’s even more frazzled looking than usual, and you can see blue veins peeking through the thin skin of his face, almost paperlike in its texture. You glance over at your bedside alarm.

3:47am. Sounds about right.

“I’ve told you every time, it’s fine. I would say something if it wasn’t.”

He nods, but his eyes are slightly glazed over as he leans closer to you, a hand moving your hair behind your shoulders, exposing your neck. You can hear his breath hitch in his throat as his gaze falls down your neck and across your collarbone.

“Are you sure?”

You roll your eyes this time, bringing your hands to cup each side of his face, making him look at you again as you nod. His irises seem to darken even further, almost to jet black as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’ve been craving you, you know…” he murmurs into the delicate skin of your neck, licking small stripes under your jawline and close to your collarbone. You feel him smile against your skin as you flush, your heartbeat growing more frantic in your chest.

“Yeonjun, d-don’t do that,” you stammer, even while a smile starts to make its way across your face.

He leans back, concern clouding his features. “Do what?”

“Fluster me on purpose!” you exclaim, lightly hitting him across the arm. He smiles widely, and you can see his canines catch even the dimmest of light in your room as they start to elongate, somehow making his face even more handsome than it already was.

“You know you look even prettier when you’re flustered, though.” He runs a finger delicately down the side of your neck and across your collarbone, grinning wickedly as you turn a shade darker than before. “You ready?” You gulp and give him the go-ahead.

Yeonjun leans forward again into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his canines dragging across your skin, points millimeters away from piercing your jugular. He reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and squeezes as he sinks into your flesh.

You instinctively let out a small yelp of pain, but the feeling is swiftly replaced by one of warmth. It’s almost like you’re buzzed after a night out as you lean against your pillows as Yeonjun takes his fill of your blood, one hand still wrapped around his and the other woven into his hair. You’re lightheaded, but it feels good.

Yeonjun eventually slows down from the greedy pace he had started with, finally backing away after ten minutes. He looks dazed himself, a small trickle of your blood working its way across his lips and down towards his chin. His eyes have settled back to their normal deep brown, and his veins are no longer visible.

You feel like you do each time this happens-it’s like you’re drunk on the man sitting in front of you. You wish you knew his entire life…what he was like as a child, how he ended up this way, did he have any friends? You move your thumb across his lips, removing the blood before it dries there, and find yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him senseless.

“May I?”

Yeonjun’s seemingly unprompted question shakes you out of your thoughts. “What?”

“You just asked ‘what would it be like to kiss him senseless’? I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now, so…may I?”

You swallow thickly, and nod. He leans in again, only this time he’s maintaining eye contact the entire time until he’s so close it’s no longer possible. As you close your eyes, you can feel his lips ghost over yours, much more timid than his teeth across your neck. You push forward with insistent pressure, and it doesn’t take long for Yeonjun to match your movements, pillowy lips greedily moving against your mouth, tongues meeting each other sloppily. After a few moments, he pulls away, remembering that you need air to survive, though he would be willing and eager to kiss you for eternity.

You gasp in a few breaths, and immediately start giggling uncontrollably.

“What is it, dearest?” Yeonjun raises an eyebrow at you and pouts, and the combination of that with his antiquated term of endearment makes you laugh even harder.

“It’s just…I’ve wanted to do that for so long, and it was really that easy?”

Yeonjun smiles and his canines flicker again in the dim light.

“I may be a vampire, dear, but I was also human once not so long ago…all you had to do was ask.”

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-Pairing: Shadow Hacker!Jin x Criminal!reader

-Words: 8.7k

-Rating/Warnings: SFW, cursing, kidnapping, terrible family dynamics, theft, physical violence

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“Just a little closer…”

The screen in front of Jin adjusts to show more of what looks like a rather complicated lock on a safe, the key based on patterns rather than the usual numeric system. He stretches his hands out in front of him, fingers intertwined while a small smirk makes its way across his face.

Easy.

“Jeon? You still with me?” He speaks into his headset, making sure the muscle behind the operation is ready to go.

“Yeah, what do I do?” The younger man’s voice crackles through Jin’s headphones.

“Stick some gloves on first, you don’t want fingerprints traced back to you. After, I want you to take your index finger and spell out the word ‘Tomorrow’ without picking your finger off the interface. The letter t needs to start from the bottom of the screen, not the top.”

There’s a pause over the headset and no movement occurs on the screen in front of Jin.

“Did you run the system that fast?”

“I hacked security footage earlier today…I couldn’t zoom in enough to get a clear picture of what they were actually spelling, but I’m 99% sure I’m right.” He doesn’t even bother hiding the smugness that creeps into his voice. By watching each person that had accessed the safe room and knowing the name of the company, he could make an educated guess of what they were spelling.

Tomorrow Inc.

Tomorrow.

Really, could they be any more obvious and dense? Would he ever be challenged?

Jin watches as Jeon Jungkook swiftly swipes the word ‘tomorrow’ into the system, a green light and a small beep indicating that the safe has been opened. Jungkook opens the door wide enough to slide into the room beyond.

“Okay, Jeon, you’re going to want to-”

“I’ve had about enough of your insistent buzzing in my ear, nerd. I got into the safe, you did your part. Goodbye.” The feed on the computer screen in front of Jin goes black, and all he hears is static.

“Jeon? Jeon?”

Jin grabs his headset and hurls it across the room, breaking it into pieces and growling out one expletive.

“You ASSHOLE!”

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Working with Jungkook scratches his team off Jin’s list…never again. He refused to work with incompetent assholes that thought they were better than him because they were all muscle. Without his expertise, they never would have been able to break into Tomorrow Inc. and steal…whatever the hell they were after. Jin didn’t care, and didn’t ask questions, as long as his salary was promptly wired over to him.

He dumped his headset in the trash and went to the storage closet, rummaging through it until he found a replica of the one he’d just tossed-one of about 25 sitting gathering dust. He smirked as he looked at them all…roughly 9.75 trillion won stacked in his closet, all because he tended to have a short temper when dealing with idiots who didn’t respect him. Rather like his family.

“Kim Seokjin, are you ever going to take this seriously?” His father looks at him across his desk while Jin slouches in a chair.

“Why should I? We both know Dae-Hyun is going to take over the business. He’s older.” A dark scowl colors the younger man’s face.

“Yes, but you still have a role to play. Dae-Hyun may be the future CEO, but you could easily be the CFO, or any other role you want to have.” Jin’s father pushes back from his desk and stands. “Please, just tell me you’ll think about it. And try.”

Jin’s scowl becomes etched deeper into his face. “I hate this company, and I want nothing to do with it.” He stands to leave, but as he grabs the door handle, Dae-Hyun strides in with a smug look on his face. “What do you want, oh perfect-brother-of-mine?”

Dae-Hyun claps a hand on his brother’s shoulder, forcefully steering him back to his seat.

“Oh, I think you’ll want to be here for this one, baby brother.” The smug look turns into a full on sneer.

“Father, did you know that our very own Kim Seokjin has been embezzling company funds into his own personal bank account?” Dae-Hyun crosses his arms over his broad chest, looking pleased with himself.

Jin pales, but not because he’s ashamed of what he’s done. He’s ashamed that he was discovered this easily, and by his dunce of an older brother. He’s also surprised that his father doesn’t look angry, just disappointed.

“Dae-Hyun, you know this means you won’t be able to take over Kim Enterprises just yet, yes? I’ll have to clean up the mess your brother made, and we’ll have to do a lot of work to get the company back up. Once the press gets hold of the news of embezzlement from within the family, there’s no telling what we’ll have to deal with.”

Dae-Hyun’s face falls, and it’s Jin’s turn to sneer.

“Pleased now, you giant suckup?”

His older brother moves as if to strike him across the face, but before he gets too far, their father is grasping him by the wrist. He looks sadly across the room at his youngest son.

“You’ve done enough, Seokjin. You need to leave.”

And that’s how Jin had ended up here…a hole in the wall apartment, eating ramyeon on the couch after being paid a cool two million won for assisting Jungkook’s team with whatever they were after. It wasn’t a bad life, honestly. The business world had bored him to tears, he wanted nothing to do with running his father’s company, and now he got the ultimate rush from helping crime organizations do their dirty work as their ‘man in the chair’. Sure, he’d broken all ties with his family, but he’d never been close with them in the first place. Being alone and having only one close friend to speak of was how he liked things.

His motto? High thrills, low risk.

And it didn’t hurt that the money he’d embezzled from his father’s company was still sitting in his bank account. That too.

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Meanwhile across town, you’ve received word that you’re being hired out by a large crime syndicate to help steal the newest art installation that’s about to open at the Hangaram Art Museum. You glance through your electronic dossier, skimming through to see what you’re after. You hope it’s something exciting, but it’s just some modern family relic of some sort that’s worth a ton because of how much the family’s worth. You’d much prefer something from the Impressionist period, but the syndicate’s paying you well, so you keep your mouth shut and accept what you’re given.

It seems like the team is small that they’ve put together…tiny, even. You’re used to working with snipers, musclemen, the works. But the only people working this case are you and some hacker dude they’ve hired to help take down the security system. Either they must think the job’s a piece of cake, or they want to keep things hush hush. You suppose you’ll find out when you case the joint the next day, with your partner on headset for an extra set of eyes on possible security setup.

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“Hello? Anyone there?” You tap on your earpiece made to look like headphones.

“Yeah, I’m here, stop tapping on the merchandise, it sounds ten times louder on my end!” A male’s irritated voice comes through the speaker, clear as day. However, you’re the only one able to hear it.

“Okay, mister grumpypants. Hands off the fancy tech. Got it. What’s your name, anyway? I always like to know who I’m working with.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? You haven’t told me your name,” he snaps.

“Touchy, touchy. Since you won’t tell me your name, you don’t get to know mine…I think that’s fair.”

You hear rustling on the other end, silence, and then finally he speaks up again.

“Don’t you people have codenames or something?”

“You people? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Up to this point, you’d enjoyed mildly aggravating this stranger on a headset you couldn’t see, but now it just felt like he was being difficult on purpose. How were you ever going to be able to work together if he wouldn’t even tell you his name?

“Like the people on the ground doing the dirty work, don’t you have a codename since you’re an agent for a crime org?”

You sigh, but then compose yourself. “You can call me Seurat.” Through your aggravation, a small smirk makes its way to your face.

“Seurat? Like the artist? Why?” You can imagine the man’s brows furrowing together in confusion.

“You ever watch the news? That was me who landed that piece last month.”

He gives a low whistle. “I’m impressed, Seurat. Call me Mr. Roboto.”

You can’t help the snort that comes flying out of your mouth, though you quickly attempt to turn it into a cough when fellow museum-goers start to look at you strangely.

“Do you have a problem with that?” The man’s voice drips with derision.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got some emotions under that hard exterior, Kilroy. I think I’ll stick to that as your name.”

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Jin pushes back from his monitor, exasperated. He had been initially excited to work on this new project-an art heist was new for him, and he welcomed the challenge. What he wasn’t expecting was to be paired with a partner who ran incessant commentary about every single thing she looked at, asked a ton of questions, and just generally was annoying.

First she insisted on calling him Kilroy, then she gave him a running art history lesson on Impressionism, finally going downstairs to where the art installation would be.

From what he could tell, security was pretty tight. Any back storage rooms would have keycard access, and from the brief sweep past the security desk you had managed, it also looked like there was some sort of numerical keypad coding and handprint scan behind the keycard swipe.

Why had the org who hired him only put two people in charge of the project when from his calculations, five would be reasonable, if not more? He sets his questions aside as he’s distracted by a loud buzzing sound coming from the burner phone he’d been provided by the company as a means to communicate with his partner outside of when she was in the museum.

Unknown (7:35 PM): Hey Kilroy, it’s Seurat.

Jin laughs quietly at your nicknames for each other, though he’d never tell you he thought you were funny…he somehow just knew he’d never hear the end of it if he did.

He sends off a response, wondering what’s prompted you to text him in the first place.

7:39 PM: You are the only one who has this number, so I used my big brain to figure out who it was. Do you need something?

Seurat (7:45 PM): Not really. Just thought I’d bother you until you actually told me your name.

7:51 PM: Nice try, but no. Did you manage to figure out a way to get into that fancy gala they’re having in a few days?

Seurat (8:03 PM): Leave it to me, pretty boy…I’ll just bat my lashes and get us right in the door.

Jin shakes his head and rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears turning red from your words.

8:09 PM: You think I’m pretty?

He sends off his response before he can overthink it too much.

Seurat (8:17 PM): I can only imagine based on your voice, I’m sure you’ve got tons of ladies just begging for your attention…

Jin’s ears may emit steam with how red they are at this point, and he’s thoroughly embarrassed.

Seurat (8:19 PM): I mean…who doesn’t want a guy who doesn’t ever see the light of day and refuses to tell anyone his name? Sign me up!

8:23 PM: Screw you.

He tosses his phone away, annoyed with the whole conversation. How had she figured out how to get under his skin so quickly?

As he watches tv and later gets ready for bed, he finds himself mulling over what you had said. So what, he never left the house and didn’t tell you his name? What had you done to earn that?

Something about your easy manner and the way you took his attitude in stride made him feel bad about how he had responded to you. He grabs his phone, types out a text and turns his phone on silent to hopefully, finally, get some sleep.

11:52 PM: …you can call me Jin.

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You look yourself over in the mirror and frown. You hated the way you looked, way too fancy and it all felt a bit ridiculous, to be honest. Sneaking your way into upper-crust society events was your least favorite part of your job. Dresses and heels made it much harder to move through a space, figuring out where important documents were held, what kind of security systems were in place, and who was guarding what. Nevertheless, you adjusted the long sleeves of your black gown and made sure you weren’t showing too much leg or cleavage. Another thing you hated about dressing up…it always brought more attention to your body than you were used to.

As a final touch, you slide on a pair of silver drop earrings with a matching cuff running up the side of your ear. Little did everyone else know, your audio feed was linked up in the cuffs, especially designed for you by the organization you were working for. You also had a silver necklace to match, a miniscule high tech camera installed. Sometimes it paid (literally) to work for people that seemed to have bottomless pockets.

You tap on the side of your cuff when you hear a slightly staticky sound.

“Jin, is that you?”

“Good guess.” You smile at his humor, glad that his camera feed hasn’t been turned on yet to see your amusement. “Are you decent, can I see what’s going on yet?”

“Hang on just a sec…” You swipe on a quick coat of red lipstick and back away from the mirror, ready to head out to the museum. “You’re good.”

Jin activates his camera system from his desktop, and as the room comes into view, lets out a low whistle that he hopes you can’t hear.

“...hello? Did the audio feed go out? I can’t hear you.” You frown at your reflection, hoping there hasn’t been a technology malfunction.

“I’m…here,” Jin replies, dry mouth induced by his surprise.

“Are you okay? You sound weird.”

“I’m okay. You look…amazing.” The end of his statement is much quieter than the start, and you find yourself flustered.

“Oh, I-thank you. See, you do have feelings buried somewhere deep down, Kilroy. I knew it.”

“That’s what you think…just keeping you on your toes, Seurat. Now, don’t we have a gala to get to?”

You nod curtly, grabbing a clutch and heading out the door. It’s a short car ride downtown to the museum, and before you know it, you’re entering through the doors you had just been through a few days prior. Except this time, you’re playing the part of a wealthy heiress interested in being a benefactor to the local art scene.

“How’s it looking?” Jin’s voice grounds you back in reality.

“The usual…rich assholes who think they own the whole city. Normal security detail, surprisingly. Only addition is a bouncer letting people in, but he looks pretty easy to take down. I could probably flirt him into letting me see the back rooms, to be honest.”

Jin grumbles in reply.

“What?”

“Do you flirt with everyone to get what you want?” You can almost see the look of disdain on his face. If you happened to know what his face even looked like…you’d have to settle for your imagination, you supposed.

“Why, does that bother you, pretty boy?” You smirk, knowing you’ve found a way under his skin again.

“Just stick to what we came here for, please…the exhibit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” You pick up the hem of your dress to make your way to the bottom floor of the museum, and immediately see a crowd of people around the center of the room. Squeezing your way through with a series of polite ‘excuse me’s, you finally arrive at the front of the crowd, gathered and staring at the piece that you’d come to collect. Placed in the center of a thick glass casing, small spotlights trained on it as it spins slowly within the case. Inside is a dainty gold locket, with some sort of crest engraved on it. You move as close as the surrounding stanchions will allow to read a small plaque in front of the case.

“Generously donated by the Kim family.” You read out the inscription, partially for Jin’s benefit, but partially because you can’t believe that this is all you’re after. A tiny golden locket…couldn’t anyone go buy one of these at a jewelry store and get their own crest engraved on it? Who were the Kim family and why were they that important?

“Shit.”

Jin’s voice seems too loud in your ears, bringing you out of your own head and back into the present. You step away from the crowd so you can have a conversation without looking completely out of your mind.

“What? Do you know something I don’t know?”

Jin swallows thickly. You had just shown him that the art piece that you were after was his family’s prized heirloom that had been gifted by his grandfather to his grandmother when they were married. But you didn’t know that he was part of the Kim family. He didn’t want you to know…he didn’t even want to be a part of the family himself sometimes. The locket had been in his family for years, though. What did your organization want with it? You clearly didn’t know, so it wasn’t worth asking. He’d just have to suck it up and go along with it.

He clears his throat. “Not particularly, just that they’re wealthy and own almost a third of Seoul, it seems like.”

“Ah, so that’s why they’re after it. If they’re worth that much, I’m sure they’d pay a ton to get it back.” Jin mumbles his agreement, but seems more distant than before. Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice a previous client who’d hired you out staring at you from across the room.

“Jin, I’ve got to get out. I can’t snoop around, I’ve been spotted.” You’re whispering fiercely as you stride across the room, just fast enough to not raise suspicion.

“What do you mean, spotted? None of these people know who you are, as far as they’re concerned, you’re some heiress who loves art.”

You start breathing harder as you rush up the stairs, taking two at a time. “You don’t understand…I saw a previous client. I’ve worked for him before, but he’s dangerous. Once I finished his job, I refused to ever work for him again, but he wasn’t happy about it. I’m not sticking around to see if he’ll take me up on his threat against me.”

“His threat? What did he say to you?” You can hear Jin’s voice go sharp, concerned but with what sounds like a touch of anger bubbling underneath the surface.

“Don’t worry about it, Kilroy, it’s none of your concern. I can handle it.” By this point, you’ ve slid into the front seat of your car and are starting the ignition, rattled by the fact that you ran into your client unexpectedly.

“It is definitely my business if my partner is under threat from some hot-headed rich guy who thinks just because he has money, he can threaten her.” Jin’s voice is an octave deeper than normal at this point, deathly serious and sending shivers down your spine.

“Jin, it’s okay. I’ve got it handled. Really.” Your voice is quiet and reassuring, calming him down, at least somewhat.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’m just saying, I can be more than the man in the chair if you need me to be. Let me know when you get home, I want to make sure you’re safe,” he breathes.

“I will,” you promise. The rest of the drive passes quickly, and soon enough, you’re opening your front door and collapsing onto your bed. You don’t even bother taking off your fancy clothes, only taking off your necklace and earrings. You shoot off a text to Jin, letting him know that you’re back in your apartment. To your surprise, he calls you in return.

“...hey. I just wanted to hear your voice say you were okay.” Even though you can’t see him, Jin flushes a bright pink and rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

You can’t help but smile at his concern. “Yeah, I’m okay. I made it back to my apartment. Didn’t even bother changing into pajamas before I flopped on the bed,” you laugh. There’s a short silence where neither of you says anything.

“You really did look beautiful tonight, you know. I wish I could have been there with you.”

Another silence.

“I wish you could have been too,” you reply with a shy smile that Jin can’t see, but he can tell is there.

“Can I ask you a question?” You hum in response, encouraging him to continue. “You know my name is Jin, but…what’s yours?” You can’t help but laugh at the simple question, surprised that’s what he’s asking.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Pretty,” he murmurs, then yawns.

“You sound like you need to go to bed, Jinnie. Too much action for the man in the chair for one night.” You chuckle, looking over to your alarm clock which only reads 11:30PM.

“I told you, I can be more than the man in the chair if you need me to be. But as it happens, I am tired, you’re right. I’ll check in tomorrow with you?” Jin pushes back from his computer, standing and stretching.

“I’d like that,” you respond, before drifting off to sleep still in your dress.

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You awake the next morning to a knock on your door. You’re confused, because next to no one knows where you live, and you weren’t expecting anyone. You stumble bleary-eyed to the door, peeking through the peephole and you see nothing. It’s then that you look down and realize you still have your dress on from last night, though now it’s full of wrinkles from sleeping in it.

You open the door cautiously, and still seeing no one, open it wider and see a bag sitting on the ground with your name on the receipt attached to it. As you pick it up, you notice an iced coffee sitting behind it. You quickly take the items into your dining room and examine the contents…a breakfast sandwich piled high with toppings and a side of hashbrowns. The coffee turns out to be an iced vanilla latte, your favorite. All of a sudden, your burner phone buzzes loudly against the table.

Jin (9:47 AM): Did you get my present?

9:51 AM: I did…how did you guess about the vanilla latte?

Jin (9:54 AM): I didn’t guess, I figured it out. Just like I figured out where to send the delivery boy.

9:57 AM: By figure out, you mean hacked. You hacked me.

Jin (10:00 AM): It’s my job, sweetheart.

10:04 AM: Aw, have we moved from nicknames to pet names?

Jin (10:06 AM): I told you I would check in with you, so I did. Enjoy breakfast. :)

10:10 AM: A hacker with a heart…I think you might be the sweetheart here, Jin.

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“Are you serious?” Jin’s friend Jimin looks at him from across his living room, disbelief all over his face. “You’re telling me this is how you talk to each other, and you’re asking me to tell you what’s going on?” He tosses Jin’s burner phone to him.

“What do you mean? Yes, I’m asking you to tell me what’s going on, it’s weird. When I get hired for other jobs, it’s not like this.”

Jimin scoffs. “For a hacker, you are incredibly stupid…you should really get out more. See the sky. Breathe more than this stale gross air that smells like the ramyeon you ate last. I may be a back alley thief, but at least I can tell when a girl likes me.” He settles back into his chair smirking at Jin.

“No she doesn’t. She doesn’t even know me, we’re partners, that’s it.” Jin crosses his arms over his chest, a frown painted on his face.

“If you say so. She’s flirting with you, you’re flirting with her…you never tell people your name, and you bought her breakfast? You’ve got it bad and so does she. Just tell her. I mean, wait until she’s got whatever you’re after, and then tell her. You can be the modern day Bonnie and Clyde if you want.” Jimin shrugs nonchalantly.

The frown starts to slip as Jin thinks over Jimin’s words. What if he did like her? Then what?

“We need to focus on getting the installation out, that’s all we can afford to do.”

“And then?”

“...and then…I’ll think about what you said. How I feel.” Jin shudders at the thought of losing control of his emotions, unaware that he’s already started to slip.

A catlike grin makes its way across Jimin’s face as he stands up to leave.

“So much for low risk, high reward,” he laughs as he closes the door, leaving Jin to sit in his confusion.

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The next few days pass slowly, the two of you each preparing for the big break-in and theft. Jin spends hours poring over security footage, you spend time scouring blueprints of the museum, marking entry and exit points.

When the day arrives (or rather the night, you supposed), you make your way across town, parking several blocks away. According to the plan you’d created, the alarm system wouldn’t even trip, granting you plenty of time to get back to the car without arousing suspicion.

“Seurat, you there?” Jin’s voice rings clear in your ear, and you can tell he’s excited.

“Present.” You can’t help the giddy tone in your own voice-this was what you lived for, the thrill of the actual act. It didn’t hurt that your partner and you were closer than you were used to, just someone to share in the excitement.

“Okay, so I’m finishing up work on the main security system right now. By the time you get to the front doors, it’ll be set up where you have about a minute to get inside where the alarm will be disabled. I’ll erase that minute of footage where it just looks like a tech glitch for their records. Once you get in, head downstairs. There’s a keyswipe, but if you pick the lock on the security guard’s desk, you should be able to find a spare. Swipe in, then you’ll find the keypad. Code’s 61313. Last is the handprint scan. Luckily for us and stupidly for them, they used a newer software that hasn’t been on the market long, which means they haven’t had time to figure out how hackers like me can bypass it. I’ve logged into the software and found a way to get around it. When you get to the scanner, just let me know and I’ll code green it for you.”

Jin doesn’t bother hiding the smugness in his voice, and you can’t help but find his show of intelligence attractive.

“Anything else, genius partner of mine?”

“The locket should be pretty simple to lift once you get past the handprint scan. They kept it in the same case it was in the other night for the gala since they’re still working on the installation for the public. Little do they know when they go to move it tomorrow, it’ll be mysteriously missing due to the prettiest little thief I know.”

You roll your eyes even as your cheeks color. “I’m the only thief you know, really.”

“Incorrect, but that’s another story for another time. Any questions before we get started?”

By this point, you’re closing in on the museum. No lights, no cars in the parking lot, nothing.

“I’m good…I’ll keep you updated as we go along,” you whisper as you edge along the side of the building, out of the sightline of the camera trained on the entrance.

“Okay…here we go…alarm disabled in 3…2…1. Go!” Jin hisses, and you sprint for the door, opening it as little as possible and sliding through.

“I’m in, heading for the security desk.” You make your way past the foyer and around a corner to the main security desk, hoisting yourself over. You immediately drop to your knees to get better access to the bottommost drawer, taking a bobby pin out of your hair to pick the lock. After a few minutes, you hear the lock click, and you slide the drawer open to see files, miscellaneous personal items, and museum guides. As you sift through papers, you finally find what you’re looking for-a spare keycard at the bottom of the drawer.

“Bingo.”

“You got the keycard?”

“Sure did, and all I needed was a bobby pin.” You grin in triumph as you swipe the keycard up, closing the drawer.

“You’re erased from camera footage from the entrance. I’ll work on the other cameras while you do the dirty work.”

“The dirty work is the most fun, you should try it sometime,” you tease, hearing Jin laugh through your earpiece.

“Maybe next time I can join you…we can steal a Banksy, I’m sure he’d love that.”

“Next time?” You can feel your heart race a little faster, and you know it’s not only because you’re breaking and entering.

“If that’s okay with you…I may have gotten ahead of myself.” Jin’s voice is much quieter than usual, and he sounds unsure of himself.

“I’d like that,” you smile, hoping he can hear your expression through your words.

During this exchange, you’ve made your way downstairs, and typed the code 61313 into the keypad to the back storage rooms. In front of you is the dreaded hand scan. You’ve usually had to pull fingerprints from people to get past these, and no hacker you’ve worked with has been able to work the software.

“Okay, I’m here at the scan. Work your magic.”

There’s a brief silence on the other end, and you can hear lots of typing, and Jin mutters a curse word. More typing. Silence.

“Abracadabra.”

The scanner in front of you lights up green and the door unlocks. You slide in, in mild disbelief that your partner was so easily able to work the system.

“Nice work, we’re in!” you exclaim, albeit in a hushed tone. You move towards the center of the room, where the locket is held under that same glass case. As you come closer, you let out a low whistle. The piece of jewelry is more stunning than you had thought, the engraving intricate and detailed. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

There’s a silence on the other end that doesn’t feel like the previous one. “Jin? You there?”

Nothing.

“...Kilroy?”

Something was wrong, you could tell.

Little did you know just how wrong things could get.

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Jin slowly opens his eyes to a splitting headache, though there’s not much light in the room he’s sitting in. One minute he had been monitoring your progress via security camera footage, the next there had been a loud banging noise and he had been knocked out cold. Wherever he was now, it certainly wasn’t his apartment.

As he looks around, he notices a large wall of monitors that are all blank. He’s ziptied to a chair, the plastic rubbing too tight against his wrists. There’s no one else in the room…that is, until a large metal door opens across the room and a large man dressed in all black comes in.

“Pretty boy’s awake now, hmm?” The man laughs, leaning down in front of Jin as he draws close. “It was way too easy to find out where you live.”

Jin struggles against his restraints, but they won’t budge. “Who are you?” he spits harshly, glaring at the man in front of him. “What do you want?”

“It’s not what I want, now is it? You just stuck your nose in the wrong place, coming after the Kim family locket…the boss isn’t going to be happy about this.” The man smiles coldly.

“Who’s your boss? And why do they care so much about the locket?” Jin pulls his wrists up the chair column they’re wrapped around, tugging them towards himself in hopes of loosening the ties.

The man in front of him frowns, grabbing Jin’s chin and forcing him to look into his eyes. “Why don’t you just…relax?” Jin is suddenly falling sideways onto the floor, nothing to break his impact. A large crack works its way across the left lens of his glasses, making it even harder to see anything in the darkened room.

A low pitched laugh suddenly comes from by the door, and a second man starts to walk towards Jin.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Jin manages to choke out, even in his position on the floor.

“Pick him up.” The larger man scrambles to upright the chair with Jin still attached. “Better.” The newcomer’s voice is soft, cold, and dangerous. Jin still can’t make out what he looks like, as his face is still in the shadows. He is wearing a suit though, which means this must be ‘the boss’ that the other guy had mentioned.

“What do you want?!” Jin repeats, his voice louder and filled with a false bravado.

The man steps forward into the light, a menacing sneer on his face.

“You, baby brother. You’ve been the plan all along.”

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Jin’s eyes go wide. “Dae-Hyun? What?”

“Ever so eloquent, weren’t you? Yes, it’s me. My men kidnapped you and brought you here. Can’t go doing the dirty work myself.” The older man picks at his fingernails as if bored.

“So what do you want from me? You can’t be after the locket, seeing as you probably donated it yourself…worried more about money than family, no doubt,” Jin seethes.

Dae-Hyun tsks as he draws closer to Jin. “Are we that different? You left the family behind, and for what? To be a criminal? Disappointing.”

Jin rolls his eyes. “So this is what this is about? Revenge for not being able to take over the company when you wanted?” He laughs derisively. “What are you going to do, kill me?”

“Oh no, that’s much too boring, you wouldn’t be missed. Father already thinks you’re dead anyway since you disappeared and never showed your face again. I’m going to ruin your life.”

Dae-Hyun leans in, eyes glinting with a sort of madness. He reaches into the pocket of his dress pants and pulls out a small device. With a click, the wall of monitors lights up. At first, Jin can’t tell what he’s looking at because of the crack in his glasses, but as he squints, the image becomes clear.

It’s you. Endless loops of footage, all of you. The entrance to your apartment. The food he sent. Breaking into the museum. The gala. The first time you’d ever talked, wandering through the museum.

Jin’s eyes grow wide and his mouth goes dry. “How did you…?”

“Your lovely little accomplice used to work for me, back when I needed a little help getting to the top. She was quite handy, you know. Once she’d fulfilled her contract, she refused to ever work for me again…something along the lines of ‘you’re ruthless, you’d do anything to get what you want’. Since when is that a bad thing? So once I saw her at the gala, I knew she must have been hired to steal the locket…and lo and behold, my men pulled footage and saw her casing the museum a few days prior. And once we started following her and listening in on her conversations, what a pleasant surprise when I figured out that she was working with my dear baby brother, the family’s biggest disappointment.”

There’s nothing more that Jin wants in that moment than to punch Dae-Hyun in the face, but instead he uselessly tugs at his restraints as he goes red in the face.

Dae-Hyun chuckles darkly as he begins to circle around Jin. “But you know what the best part was?” He lowers his voice as he whispers in Jin’s ear. “When I realized that you had become more than partners…you care about her.”

“Leave her alone!” Jin’s voice wavers through the room, higher pitched than he intended.

“Leave her alone!” comes Dae-Hyun’s mocking voice from behind him. “No, I don’t think I will, brother. You see, you’ve been ruining my life since the day you were born…so I think it’s my turn to ruin yours. Say goodbye to your little girlfriend.” He looks over to the man who had tied Jin up. “Give the signal, it’s time to finish her.” A large grin takes over his face as he steps over to the door, following the boss’s orders.

As he opens the steel door, he’s met with an unexpected guest.

“Finish me? And here I was thinking we were just getting started.”

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You push your way past the large man in black standing in front of you, who’s too stunned to try and stop you.

You stop in front of Dae-Hyun, a scowl painted on your face. “Somehow I’m not surprised you’re behind this.”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N. A pleasure, truly.” The man moves toward you, and you take several steps backwards. Though he may seem physically nonthreatening, you know better from your previous work with him that he's dangerous.

As Dae-Hyun comes further out of the shadows, your face falls as you notice Jin. You had hoped that your first time meeting would be under more pleasant circumstances, not while he was tied to a chair, broken glasses and cuts across his hands and cheeks. Even while wounded, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is shining through all the scrapes and bruises, which causes a small smile to work its way onto your face. You attempt to move closer, but you’re stopped by Dae-Hyun’s hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

You try to slip out of his grasp, but he digs his fingers into your skin and turns you to face him. “You two really are pathetic, you know that?” His words drip with derision.

“What do you want with him?” You demand in return, ignoring his initial comment. Dae-Hyun looks from you to Jin, his face slowly lighting up into a deranged grin.

“She doesn’t know?” He’s looking directly at Jin, who almost imperceptibly shakes his head.

A loud, barking laugh erupts from Dae-Hyun’s chest. “What an unexpected surprise…you see, Jin here is the one and only Kim Seokjin. My disappointing excuse for a younger brother.”

It’s your turn to look between the two men. “What?” you breathe out in disbelief. You train your attention on Jin, who can’t seem to hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds.

“It’s true.” He’s looking at the ground.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Enough of this.” Dae-Hyun jerks you toward him, away from Jin. You trip from the force of it, almost falling on the floor. He nods towards the man guarding the door, motioning for him to leave. “I want to be the one to ruin your life, baby brother. I want to watch your spirit be destroyed.” The man in black walks out, locking the door behind him.

Dae-Hyun reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pistol. Both yours and Jin’s eyes go wide, and Dae-Hyun uses your shock to pull your arms behind your back, restraining you from moving.

“Brother, please…don’t do this. I’m sorry I kept you from taking over the company. You don’t need to kill her, she hasn’t done anything to you!” Jin’s voice is pleading, his arms fighting uselessly to be released from their restraints.

“You should have thought about that before you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong…say goodbye, Seokjin.”

Just as Dae-Hyun goes to cock his pistol, you use his momentary distraction to your advantage. You leverage your weight into your elbow and strike his diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him. As he doubles over, you pick up your foot and land a swift kick into the side of his head. The force of the kick propels Dae-Hyun backwards and as his body falls, there’s a loud crack as his head hits the concrete floor.

You rush over to Jin once you see that Dae-Hyun is no longer moving, reaching for your belt and grabbing a knife. Flipping it open, you make quick work of the zipties binding Jin’s wrists. He wraps his hands around bright red marks, creating friction to restart circulation, before standing up and rushing around the chair that’s between you. Before you can think to say anything, he’s wrapped you in his arms and your face is buried in his chest.

“He was going to kill you…he found out that you were gonna steal it…that we were working together.” Jin’s voice vibrates through his chest to you, his breath ragged. You pull back to see a few errant tears making their way down his cheeks, which he quickly swipes away using the sleeve of his sweater.

“Hey, hey…Kilroy, I’m fine, it’s okay. They didn’t get me, but more importantly, they didn’t get you.” You reach up to his face, your fingers ghosting over his wounds. Even the gentlest of touches makes him wince, looking down at the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He nods, before looking over at his brother, who’s still laying on the floor, a puddle of blood forming under his head.

“Is he…?” Jin can’t quite bring himself to finish the question. He hated Dae-Hyun, but even he didn’t want him dead.

You step gingerly over to Dae-Hyun, bringing your fingers down to his pulse point. It’s faint, but you can just make out a heartbeat. “He’s alive. He needs to go to a hospital though, and soon.” You reach into your pocket, pulling out your burner phone and making a quick call to 911 to make sure they know where to find the man who had tried to end your life fifteen minutes before.

“They’re on their way, now let’s go. We don’t need anyone asking us why we’re in a crime lord’s comms room.” Jin chokes out a laugh. “Come on.” You hold out your hand to the man in front of you, and he hesitates.

“I’m sorry.” You quirk a brow in confusion. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was my family’s locket. I’m sorry you got wrapped up in this mess with my brother, and it put you in danger.”

“Jin…it’s not your fault.” You give him a soft look laced with concern. “Come on.” This time, he grabs your hand, fingers interlocking with your own.

“What will be your fault is if we get caught here…let’s avoid that, shall we?” He laughs, and the two of you race down a side corridor that you had discovered earlier, avoiding any further mishaps with Dae-Hyun’s goons or the first responders that were en route to the scene.

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A short car ride later, you’re leading Jin into your apartment, making sure you’re not being followed. He makes sure to remove the camera that had been recording your front door-because he knew there was one, it had been extremely easy for him to spot it once he looked. It made him feel guilty all over again, knowing his brother had been watching you for a month, possibly more.

“Earth to Jin…hello in there.” You wave your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his own thoughts. “I know you’re feeling bad again, so let me just explain a few things. Sit down, I’ll make us some tea.”

Jin plops down on your sofa, feeling relief to not be against a metal chair. A few minutes later, you’re bringing over two steaming mugs. You hand one to him before sitting down beside him.

“I knew Dae-Hyun was watching me, and I let it happen.” Jin’s mouth drops open in surprise.

“W-what? How?” You smile ruefully and continue.

“I’d worked with him before, so I knew it was probably a matter of time before he had me followed. He doesn’t like being told no.”

Jin snorts into his tea. “You could say that.”

“What I didn’t know is that the locket I was supposed to steal belonged to his family. And I most certainly didn’t know that I was working with his brother…you know, you’re much more fun than he made you out to be when I worked for him. Cuter, too.”

Jin’s ears go pink.

“Anyway, once I saw him at the gala, I knew he was keeping an eye on me. I started to notice his guys trailing me as well…they thought they were slick, but when you’ve worked in the crime world this long, you see the signs. When the line went dead after I got into the safe room, I knew something was wrong, and I put the pieces together and Dae-Hyun was at the center of it. So I snuck in and rescued you.” You can’t help the triumphant grin that sits on your face.

“What I can’t figure out is…why was he threatening you with killing me? Wouldn’t it make more sense to either just go after me or just go after you if he wanted familial revenge, or whatever he was going on about?”

Jin’s ears are flaming red by this point, and the color is starting to creep across his cheeks as well. “Well, um…you see….” He’s looking everywhere in your apartment but at you.

“What? I see what?” Jin buries his face in his hands, dragging them across his features as he looks back up at you.

“He threatened you because he knew that’s what would hurt me the most.”

It’s your turn to be flustered now as Jin continues.

“I dropped off the face of the earth a long time ago after I embezzled money from my father’s company. Dae-Hyun was supposed to inherit the company, but I slowed that process down because the company had to deal with the press field day that happened after the news broke that I stole from my own family. So I left. Became a hacker. Apparently my family thinks I’m dead, according to Dae-Hyun. More likely he told them I died.” Jin’s eyes flash with rage, before returning to normal. “Long story short, I’m nothing to them. I have one friend who’s a petty thief. No one would care if I disappeared. So he figured out…that I cared about you. About what happened to you. And if you were killed because of me…” His face contorts with guilt, his eyes glossing over. “...I would never be able to forgive myself.”

“Oh, Jin,” you reach out, pulling him to you in a tight embrace. After a few moments, you pull back, making sure he’s looking you in the eyes. “First off, I would care very much if you disappeared, so that’s not allowed. Secondly, your brother is a complete asshole. I think you know that already, but just for the record. And third…”

You place your hands on either side of his face, gently running your thumbs across his cheeks, careful to avoid his injuries.

“I care about you too. What happens to you matters so much to me. In fact, it’s taking everything in me to stop myself from immediately rushing you to the bathroom to clean off all your scratches right now.” Jin lets out a breathy laugh, covering your hands with his own.

“Would it be okay if we did that right now?” You laugh as well, nodding and holding your hand out. He grabs it, relishing in the warmth he feels from both your actions and your words.

Once you reach the bathroom, you make him sit on the counter, making him closer to your height. From this angle, you can see just how deep some of his cuts are. You slide his glasses off, placing them on the counter and pull out antiseptic and bandages.

“You know this is going to sting, right?”

“I’m a big boy, Seurat. I’ve got-agh!” Jin lets out a groan as you press the soaked cotton pad onto his cheek.

“I thought you were a big boy, Kilroy?” You smirk while placing bandaging across the area you’d just cleaned.

“You play dirty, that wasn’t very fair!” Jin pouts.

“I do the dirty work, remember? I thought you said you would join me one day.”

You can’t quite place the look Jin gives you, but as you lean in to inspect your handiwork, you suddenly feel his hand on your waist. You glance down, and as your gaze returns to the man in front of you, he’s a lot closer than he was before.

“I’ll join you every day, if you’ll let me.” And with that, Jin is leaning even closer, his lips ghosting over your own in the lightest of kisses. As he pulls back, you chase his movements as if your body has a mind of its own, your mouth inviting him into a deeper kiss. You can feel him sigh into it, his other hand gripping the other side of your waist, fingers digging into your skin on both sides. His teeth pull at your bottom lip, and you let an involuntary groan. Just as he’s gathering your shirt in his hands and making to remove it from your body, you draw back.

“Every day, hmm?”

Jin nods, eyes blown out.

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time then. You’ve got to earn your place in my inner circle…not just anyone can pull off what I do.” You reach into your pocket, and show him the golden chain hanging from your fingers.

“Is that…?” He gasps as you nod in affirmation.

“But how?!”

“I never leave a job unfinished,” you grin. Jin suddenly captures your lips in another kiss, though this one is short and sweet.

“May I?” He holds out his hand for the locket, and you give it over. To your surprise, he moves behind you and fastens the clasp around your neck. He leans close, whispering in your ear.

“Beautiful.”

“Jin, no, this is your family’s, I can’t wear this!” you protest, moving to unclasp the necklace. He closes his hand around yours, stopping you.

“Yes, it’s my family’s. I am a part of my family, and I’m giving it to you. I’m certainly not giving it back to Dae-Hyun, he can rot in jail for all I’m concerned.”

“Are you sure?” Jin nods emphatically, and you smile in response. “Well…thank you. It’s very pretty.”

“Just like you.” At his words, you find yourself getting shy, but you manage a witty retort anyway.

“I knew there were feelings buried in there somewhere, Kilroy.”

Jin smiles. “Yeah, yeah…you know, my motto for the longest has been ‘low risk, high thrills’. Hiding myself behind a wall of technology and sarcasm. But you changed that…you were high risk. Dangerous.”

You move closer. “Dangerous, huh?” Your fingers dance up his tattered sleeves, making their way into his hair at the nape of his neck. Jin hums in response, drawing you to him for another kiss.

“But now…” His lips grace your temple.

“...I think…” Your cheek.

“...high risk…” Your jawline.

“...high thrills…” Your neck.

“...might be the way to go.”

He lands a final kiss on your lips, taking your breath away.

“So what do you say, Seurat? Partners in crime?”

You can’t help the smile that overtakes your face as you nod at Jin, who immediately breaks out into a grin even wider than your own.

“Okay, Mr. Roboto…deal.”

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