"You're kidding me." You throw away the papers on your desk before you run your fingers through your hair. "Is this supposed to be enough?"
Nothing seems to be enough when it comes to the case of the biggest mafia in the city until you catch them with your own hands. And most of all, their boss.
Lighting a cigarette, you take a puff and close your eyes, the cigarette resting between your fingers when the thoughts run through your mind.
Countless hours of surveillance, mountains of evidence, and an intricate web of clues had led you to this moment. But still, something feels incomplete.
Opening your eyes, you gaze out the window of your dimly lit office, the city's hustle and bustle reminding you of the chaos where you're living.
You stub out the cigarette and reach for the papers you had tossed aside earlier. You spread them out across the desk, studying each piece of evidence meticulously, connecting the dots in your mind.
"This man knows what he does." He knows how to remain just out of your grasp. The way he operates, the calculated precision with which he orchestrates his criminal empire—it's infuriatingly impressive.
As you study the evidence before you, you can't help but feel impressed. It paints a portrait of a cunning, elusive mastermind who thrives on staying one step ahead of the law. But you know better.
He might be the smartest, but smart assholes always leave a trail. You smirk when you find out that there is a subtle pattern in his activities—a pattern that has gone unnoticed until now.
"Ethan," Your heart starts racing as the adrenaline rushes through your veins. "You're fucked."
You grab your gun, putting it in your pants before you grab your jacket and step out of your hideout. You ride your motorcycle through the city and where you think he might be.
He's smart, but he has set a trap for himself. If not for you.
No one knows that you're going to him apart from you. You're risking your life by heading there yourself, but if there's the tiniest chance he'll be there alone, you're taking that risk.
You stop in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The place exudes an eerie atmosphere, the rusty doors creaking in the wind.
With caution, you dismount your motorcycle and approach the entrance. You hold your gun and make your way inside and through the dimly lit corridors as you try to find any sign of his presence.
He should be here. You tell yourself because all the clues have led you here.
"You're here." The voice makes you freeze before you turn to your side, finding him standing across the room. He takes a puff of the cigarette resting between his fingers and smiles at you.
"Well, hey there." You smirk, pointing the gun at him as you tighten your grip around it. "You thought you could outsmart me."
"Admit you've always been a step behind." He laughs, throwing his head back while you stare at his Adam's apple. "Did I catch your attention? You look like you forgot how to breathe."
"You're not as clever as you think you are, Ethan." You approach him, your steps steady and slow. "No more games the moment I pull the trigger-"
"I've had you right where I wanted you all along." He whispers, leaning closer to your face. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger."
"I will-" Before you know it, his lips are against yours and his finger is above yours as he pulls the trigger, the sound of a gunshot piercing your ears the way the bullet pierces his skin and buries itself into his shoulder.
Pain etches across his face and he stumbles backward, blood staining his white shirt. You stand there, shocked, hands trembling. You wanted to catch him, not kill him.
"Fuck.... fuck, fuck fuck." The sound of your own heartbeat reverberates in your ears as he breathes heavily. "What is fucking wrong with you!?"
You're panicking. Only a few minutes ago were determined to ruin his life and yet now, you're afraid of the thought of him actually dying.
"If I die, it's on you," Ethan mutters and you scoff, widening your eyes.
"Don't you dare put this on me-!" When you hold him, he's clutching his shoulder, barely conscious. "Why am I fucking concerned..."
You help him to his feet and pull him out of the place before the tow of you ride on your motorcycle. You're struggling to keep him balanced, his weight bearing down on you as you drive through the dark streets.
When you finally reach your hideout, you help him off your motorcycle, his weakened form supported by your trembling hands. "I will save your life, but I will ruin it later on. Just so you wait."
Ethan doesn't reply, he just leans on you and lets you carry him to your bed. You quickly get a piece of cloth and put it on his shoulder. "Bleed on my bed and I'm fucking you up."
He throws his head back, breathing heavily before he chuckles lowly. "You're not even scared... what if I call my gang?"
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "You're delusional if you think they can save you now."
Running your fingers through your hair, you get a first aid box from your drawer and unbutton his white shirt, revealing his wound. You went through medical training so you know that the wound isn't that bad, but it must hurt like fuck.
You're focused on treating his wound when you feel his gaze lingering on you. "Don't get any ideas. This is merely a temporary ceasefire. Once you're healed, the game will resume."
"Can't you allow yourself a glimpse of something different?" He leans forward, wincing at the pain, holding you by your waist nonetheless. "I'm not who you think I am."
"Then who are y-" You try to pull away but he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you on top of him. "Wait."
You feel something hard under your thigh and when you put your hand inside his pocket, there it is. A talkie-walkie. Something isn't right.
"I'm not just some low-life criminal, Y/N." He holds your chin up, making you look at him. "If you're up to trusting me, then... I'm working with the NIS to catch the big heads of the mafia gangs that have plagued this city for far too long."
Your eyes widen in disbelief as the pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place. Looking deep into his eyes, you search for any sign of deception but all you find is a raw sincerity that pierces through your defenses.
The lines between ally and enemy blur, and you're faced with a choice that could redefine the course of your own life. Can you trust him? Can you afford not to?
"Why were you waiting for me there? You left evidence on purpose." You mutter, thinking hard about the whole situation.
"Because," His fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he looks into your eyes. "You're interesting. You're so damn smart that I can't help but want you."
"In what way?" You hold your breath, holding eye contact.
"In every way you might think of." His touch lingers on your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. "I'm Heeseung, not Ethan."
Enemies turn into lovers and instead of catching Ethan, you find yourself captivated by Heeseung, catching more than just feelings.
