Canorous | BTS ff (Alternate Universe) [Sequel]

Redolent

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Hoseok's POV

"On your knees." I rasped, eyes narrowed in amusement. Gaze dripping with mischief, I strolled forward and traced my finger along the defined curve of her jaw.

"Don't make me repeat myself, sweetheart." My lips brushed against the shell of her ear, smirking at the way she exhaled a shaky breath, clutching rather tightly at the metal revolver, fingers trembling to their slightest.

Feisty.

Tucking a stray strand behind her ear, I stepped behind her stiff form and leaned in, fanning my breath across her heated skin, perspiring at the nerves of being caught red-handed.

"Breaking into my house, disturbing my sleep on top of that." I breathed in her ear and looped my finger in the beltway of her pants, tugging her backwards. Jerking back her stiff form with enough force to make her stand flushed against my front, my chest pressing snugly to her tensed back.

And her restraint faltered.

"S-Stop it." She gritted,

"Agent 101, did I just hear you stutter?" My nose hovered above her scent gland, gingerly grazing the slender column of her neck, and with that her resolve crumpled, breath coming out in shallow, rapid puffs.

"You came here to cover for your partner, who is right now in my office-looking for a particular GTX pendrive. You were supposed to keep me occupied and act as a diversion, but it seems like you are the one distracted, aren't you sweetheart?" I drawled a breathy whisper, sensual and hushed. Unhurried arms trailing their way to wrap around her waist, pinning her right there, flushed against me.

My other hand crawled behind her ear, fingers eagerly tracing the outline of the small wireless device, pressing the tiny turn up button-my lips twitched at its audible beep.

My arm around her waist trailed upwards, fingers winding around her neck-tight enough to make her breath hitch and her body shudder at the my actions.

"Ria," the person in the range of the device breathed, waiting for a response from his assigned partner. My jaw ticked at the squirmy movements of the auburn haired female, long digits trying to pry my hands off her neck, wriggling to break free from the choke hold.

"Go on, tell him to open the bottom left drawer of my table, and pull out the black envelope. It has the drive." I hummed in her ear, fingers tightening their grip around her slender nape.

"Alec, the last drawer." she muttered under her breath, voice begrudging, strained vocal cords struggling to choke out the words. My free hand simultaneously slid down from around her beltway and slipped inside the pocket of my sweatpants, forefinger slyly pressing the backup alert, a silent vibration rumbled under my digits confirming the successful transmission of message.