Clandestine Threads {THV X JK}

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𝕀 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕀𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕎𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕄𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕚𝕞.

𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕥 𝕊𝕠 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕄𝕖.

Kim stood under the moonlight, clad in a shirt that seemed to absorb the darkness around him. The fabric drapes over his broad shoulders, simultaneously hinting at strength and vulnerability. He stands there in My House. Threatening to kill me. Oh lord, how much I wish to Die...

His eyes darken, pupils dilating. They hold a mix of frustration, lust, and determination. It's as if he's battling conflicting emotions, torn between restraint and release. He was hiding something. I know that look every well. I've met him few times only...but i remember each memory by core of my heart.

At police station when we were 6.
At annual Zodiac function when we were 16.
At Busan station when we were 17.
At Airport when we were 20.
At Monarch Restaurant when we were 25.
At Police station when we were 27.
At Jeju Island when we were 30.

And now...

He was there with an intention. I knew, every time I met him, it wasn't a mere coincidence, He looked at me as if I was the puzzle he wanted to solve. Yet, even in anger, there's a vulnerability. Perhaps it's the fear of losing control or the ache of unmet expectations. His anger isn't loud; it's a silent plea for understanding. I notice how his skin is a bit pale...a few dark circles under his eyes. A sudden urge to kill him arouses me. Kill him cause I cant see him this vulnerable in front of me. It makes me vulnerable too.

My eyes rest on his lips as he starts with his of resources, in ways he can expose me to police, Like I care. Ha. I scoff as I remain seated in front of him. He blabbers things to himself. I've noticed this posh man. Always wearing formals. His hair always gelled up and his shoes always polished. I've seen his interviews. His case files. The missions he does all by himself. His cuffs and collars always ironed neatly. Not a single mistake. Not a sudden sneeze in front of reporters too. His man his made up of tiny yet impressive details. His handwriting neat. He is a multi-lingual person too. Everything about him was perfect. Total opposite of my small existence in front of him.

I was rich, barely. He was born in this posh world. My eyes take in his physical appearance. His doesn't have any tattoos. Lame and boring. His body lean, yet a bit less muscular than me I think. His back has gotten a bit bulky. There are no wrinkles too. My eyes rest on his lips, Damn, they are always plump and kissable.
"Sometimes I want to kiss you bad Kim..." I speak as he freezes. I smirk. "Those lips, I want to tear them and make them bleed. A revenge from my ears, they are bleeding from hearing your raspy voice at midnight fucker."

His fist balls up when he opens his mouth to give a knockout comeback but a ring interrupts us. He glares at me before picking up the call...

"Min, Don't call me when I'm---"

His body visibly tensed. He goes out of living room to the balcony. I notice how his eyes wash over the city lights.

Why isn't he married yet, I swear everyone dies to marry him. I will kill them with my raw hands. I ignore his perfect cheekbones and fingers as I stand up and wash my face. The cold water tensing my facial muscles as i breath freely finally. I look myself in the mirror, the little scar on my cheek. I wash my face again and again till i can feel my skin cold. I look at the scar again. I love scares. I gently dab my face with napkin hanging beside and take off my shirt. I hate formals.

I take a quick glance of him, he is stressing over the call. I shudder and walk in my room. After changing into my grey sweatpants I throw my previous clothes in washing machine. I return to living room shirtless and see him still fussing over the call. He looks visibly stressed. I have never seen him stressed. Way his brows arch in lethal way and his hand points in air as if talking to someone beside him. It's so late, nearly morning and this man.

I go to balcony and gaze the moon. Its half hidden but still the most beautiful thing I know. He is my partner, the one i talk to when I am alone. I bend over the railing and cross my arms, seeing the view below me.

Then I turn around and he Kim staring at me. "I'll come tomorrow..." He ends the call. Not only staring me, he seems he is taking my soul in him. I feel goosebumps on everywhere where his eyes touch. He stares as if he will push me off the railing.

"Why are you naked Jeon?" He asks, his voice so stiff. "I'm wearing pants..." I mock.

He cracks a bone in his neck before walking towards me and smashing his lips on mine.

Fuck, here we go again.