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stolen hearts; sungho

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The moonlight spilled through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the otherwise dark living room. Sungho crouched by the safe in the corner, his fingers expertly turning the combination dial. He had done this countless times before—breaking into homes, picking locks, and cracking safes was second nature to him by now.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" a sharp voice cut through the silence.

He jumped, nearly losing his balance, and turned to see a woman standing in the doorway. She was dressed casually, her expression a mix of surprise and annoyance.

Sungho cursed under his breath. He had checked the house thoroughly before breaking in. He wasn’t supposed to get caught, especially not by the owner.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, feigning nonchalance as he stood up.

“I live here,” she snapped. Her eyes flickered to the safe behind him, and she crossed her arms. “You’ve got some nerve trying to rob me.”

Sungho frowned. “I… uh, thought no one was home.”

The woman sighed dramatically. “Look, I’m not going to call the cops. But if you’re going to break into someone’s house, you might as well be useful.”

“What?”

“I forgot the combination to the safe,” she explained. “I’ve been meaning to call a locksmith, but now that you’re here, you can crack it for me.”

Sungho stared at her, confused. “You want me to… open your own safe?”

“Unless you’d rather I call the police,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed, realizing he had no choice. He knelt back down in front of the safe, his hands working swiftly as the woman watched from behind. Within minutes, the safe clicked open, and Sungho leaned back with a smug grin.

“Impressive,” she said, stepping forward to peer inside.

“Now, about not calling the cops—”

“Of course,” she interrupted, waving him off. “A deal’s a deal.”

Relieved, Sungho left the house quickly, not wanting to push his luck.

Two days later, he found himself in a dingy police station cell, staring at the peeling paint on the walls.

“What the hell…” he muttered to himself, running his hands through his hair. He had no idea how he’d been caught. He had been careful, as always. But when the officer walked in and mentioned the address of his last job, it clicked.

The woman.

She wasn’t the owner. She had played him.

Sungho leaned back against the cold wall of the cell, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. It was his first time in jail, and it wasn’t even for his own crime.

Two years later, Sungho stepped out into the crisp evening air, his heart heavy but his mind clear. Jail had been a harsh lesson, but it had given him time to think, to plot his next move.

He walked aimlessly through the streets, unsure of where he was going. His fingers itched for the familiar thrill of a heist, but a part of him was hesitant to return to his old ways.

“Long time no see, Sungho.”

The voice froze him in his tracks. He turned to see her leaning against a lamppost, a sly smile on her lips. She looked just as he remembered—confident, clever, and undeniably captivating.

“You,” he said, his tone low.

“Miss me?” she teased, pushing off the lamppost and walking toward him.

“You got me arrested,” he snapped.

“Technically, you got yourself arrested,” she corrected. “You didn’t even realize I wasn’t the owner of the house.”

Sungho glared at her, but he couldn’t deny the grudging admiration he felt. She had outsmarted him, and not many people could say that.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“To apologize,” she said, though the mischievous glint in her eyes suggested otherwise.

“Right.”

“And,” she continued, ignoring his skepticism, “to make you an offer.”

Sungho raised an eyebrow. “An offer?”

“You’re good at what you do,” she said. “But you’re reckless. You need someone to watch your back.”

“And you think that someone is you?”

She shrugged. “We make a good team.”

“Last time we worked together, I ended up in jail,” he pointed out.

“Last time, you didn’t know who I was,” she countered. “Now you do.”

Sungho studied her for a moment, his mind racing. He didn’t trust her—not entirely. But there was something about her that drew him in, something he couldn’t quite resist.

“Why me?” he asked finally.

“Because you’re the best,” she said simply. “And because I like you.”

Her words caught him off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

“You… like me?” he repeated dumbly.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” she said with a smirk. “So, what do you say? Partners?”

Sungho hesitated, his gaze locked on hers. He knew it was a risk—working with her, trusting her. But he also knew that he couldn’t go back to the way things were.

“Partners,” he agreed, holding out his hand.

She took it, her grip firm and confident.

Over the next few weeks, Sungho and Y/N planned and executed heists together. She was as brilliant as she was unpredictable, and he found himself drawn to her more and more with each passing day.

It wasn’t just her skills that impressed him—it was her sharp wit, her fearless attitude, and the way she seemed to understand him in a way no one else ever had.

One night, after a particularly successful job, they sat on the rooftop of an abandoned building, overlooking the city lights.

“You know,” Sungho said, breaking the silence, “I hated you when I found out what you did.”

She laughed. “I figured.”

“But now…” He paused, unsure of how to put his feelings into words.

“Now what?” she prompted, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Now I think I’m falling for you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her smile softened, and for once, she didn’t have a witty comeback. Instead, she leaned closer, her gaze meeting his.

“Good,” she said simply.

And as their lips met, Sungho realized that, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t just chasing the thrill of the crime—he was chasing something much more dangerous.

He was chasing her.