Clandestine Threads {THV X JK}

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I believe every essence in the world is either white...or black. Each one has both shades...but it doesn't mean they are grey.
Grey is the colour that solely belongs to someone who has no soul. Ironic mmh? Like me.

My world is neither black nor white. Everything I see is grey. I see two sides of coin, flipping it, roasting it till it melts and turns grey, dangerously familiar to my grey eyes.

As an officer, I've gone on many missions, slaughtered entire illegally clans by otherworldly intelligence of mine. They say I'm too arrogant about the achievements in my field of career, why shouldn't I be when I solved years of criminal activities that they didn't even have nuts to crack. I'll not boast that I'm the world class best officer, that every businessman tries to set me with their pretty daughters , not that I've not fucked them in my bed. Just saying. Taking back to the Phenomenal career I have,the world sees me as the white person trying to make this pity world a better place. Which technically I'm not. But, Mia Cara, who knows how to hide crimes better than one who solves them?

My thoughts come to stop when I see Junggeok, this hair hand combed, a mess of course. Neat black trousers, a bit tight I say, as it hugs his thick thighs perfectly. And a satin blue shirt. The blue hue that embraced him was a flake of Ocean's deepest blue, one where the light doesn't even reach, yet not fully black. This cuffs rolled but, this tattoo on show, his piercing, adding charm to his profile. This man...

My eyes follow a man with rather slender, but sculpted like work of art. I heard Min inhale a heavy breath. He was dressed in simple brown button up shirt and black jeans, tighter than Junggeok I say.

I glanced at my watch as I took the most important detail. Both are fucking 38 minutes late. My eyes meet the man who takes a seat opposite to mine, and a sly smirk plaster on his filthy lips. That bastard did this just to fuck up with me.