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"Hey, just so you know, everyone's hanging out in the hall," Hyunjin casually mentioned, his posture relaxed as he leaned against the side of the bed. With a nonchalant gesture, he absentmindedly tapped his right foot on the floor.
"They can wait," Jisung replied, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. With his hands behind his back, he attempted to tie the knot of his black corset vest, but it stubbornly kept falling loose every time.
"Damn thing," he muttered under his breath, his brows furrowing in concentration. He couldn't afford to appear anything less than immaculate at the party, especially with the eyes of the other mafia members upon him.
The bodyguard couldn't help but crack a small smile, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. Straightening up, he approached the consigliere. "Need a hand, Han?" he offered, his tone laced with a touch of playful teasing.
The consigliere turned to look at him, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Maybe he doesn't hate me as much as he shows, he thought before responding, "I think your help would be appreciated."
"Figured as much," the bodyguard remarked casually, his hand sliding around Jisung's waist as he turned him around to face him. He towered over the consigliere, who couldn't help but gaze up at him with his doe-like eyes.
Hyunjin's gaze wandered, avoiding direct eye contact as his fingers traced the curve of the consigliere's back before grasping the ribbons and attempting to tie a knot. However, it fell loose again, the stubborn cloth refusing to cooperate.
"Scared to meet look me in the eyes, Hwang?" Jisung questioned, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
The bodyguard's cheeks warmed as he felt a blush creeping up his neck. His heart raced with a mixture of apprehension and desire, the memory of their previous kiss still fresh in his mind. "I'm afraid... that I might," he confessed softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"...that I might kiss you again," he continued. "Don't... don't look at me like that," he pleaded, unable to meet the younger man's gaze.
The consigliere's smirk widened as he observed the bodyguard's flustered reaction. "You let your guard down so easily," he teased, "You're so easy to manipulate. I bet you've never felt someone's touch, huh?" he added, his words tinged with a hint of provocation, aiming to rile up the bodyguard even further.
Hyunjin scoffed as he tightened the ribbons, causing Jisung to gasp softly as their chests almost touched, but not quite. "How could you be so wrong, Han?" he asked, his fingers deftly working the knot until it hugged the consigliere's slim waist perfectly. "I don't allow my emotions to dictate my behavior, unlike you."
"You did return the kiss," Jisung pointed out.
Without a word, the bodyguard stepped back, breaking the moment. "There, all done," he said tersely, before turning on his heel and exiting the room. As he walked away, he couldn't shake off the feeling of foolishness for reciprocating the kiss. It only complicated their already complex relationship further.
