"If you don't get out of my house in ten seconds, I'm never going to let you go again," he lowly warns as a way of threatening her. It was as if her staying meant that he'd devote his entire body and soul to her, and that was exactly the case.
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"Taelyn, get up," he ordered, his voice rough, low. She groggily blinked awake, her eyes barely opening as she tried to process what was happening.
"Heeseung?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep, still disoriented.
He grabbed her arm, yanking her upright. "Into the closet, now. Don't make a sound," he instructed quickly, his urgency palpable.
She blinked, still groggy, but her mind immediately shifted into survival mode as Heeseung's eyes darkened with fear. "What the hell is going on?" Taelyn's voice cracked, confusion clouding her words.
"My mafia leader is here. The Bossman. I wasn't told he was coming," Heeseung's words were clipped as he quickly shoved her toward the closet. "If he finds out you're here... Taelyn, you don't understand what he could do. Just stay silent. Don't make a sound." He hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger, before he slammed the closet door shut.
Heeseung took a deep breath, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he ran them over his face. He was still nursing a hangover, his mind foggy from last night's chaos. But he couldn't afford to let any of it show. Not now.
The sound of a knock echoed through the house, sharp and demanding. Heeseung cursed under his breath. "Shit," he muttered, straightening up. The nerves hit, but he had no choice. He needed to pull himself together.
He walked downstairs, his steps deliberate, trying to look the part of the cool-headed assassin the Bossman knew him to be. He steadied his breathing before opening the door, careful not to let any cracks in his demeanor show.
There stood Bossman, the same pocket knife swinging from his hand like a lethal charm. His presence was commanding, and Heeseung quickly bowed his head. "Hello, sir."
"Ah, Heeseung, my best sniper," Bossman said cryptically, a smile playing on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "How have you been? I've heard some concerning things."
Heeseung allowed the space for the older man to step inside, his expression carefully neutral. "Like what, sir?" He knew this conversation was already dangerous territory.
"Well," Bossman began, spinning the knife in his hand with an unnerving casualness, "Target 43. ENHYPEN's prized division. She escaped." He raised an eyebrow, his voice dipping into a more ominous tone. "I heard you were locked in on her, Heeseung. And yet you missed."
Heeseung's heart skipped a beat. The words hit harder than he expected, and suddenly, his mind was racing. He had expected consequences for his failure, but not this. Was Bossman going to think he'd missed on purpose? His stomach twisted as the weight of that possibility sank in.
He swallowed, careful with his words. "Yes, sir. That was unfortunate. The result of the mission was disappointing." He let out a half-hearted chuckle, trying to play it off, but he could feel the tension in his throat.
