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phantom of the night - jeong yunho

NSFW

The cool air was enough to keep you on the verge from falling asleep, yet not close enough as you kept being reminded of your broken heating system. Clinging to the blankets until your knuckles turned white, you were hoping to cling on to as much warmth as you possibly could.

     It was the height of winter and you had to wait for at least another week before your heating would be fixed. This would be okay if you were still living at home with your parents where they had an open fireplace.

     Yet in some cruel turn of events, you had made the decision to move out into your own apartment. Granted, the assassin's creed — your home — was just up the road.

     Yes, they had allowed for you to move out. But as any smart people would, your parents knew they couldn't simply allow for one of the best assassins to disappear from their radar.

      Whether they killed the previous tenants in your current lodging or evicted them with a nice bag of coin, you'll never know.

      All you knew for certain was that you were freezing your butt off. The shivering you did in the bed was doing little to maintain any efforts for warmth.

     Even as your blood flow wasn't optimal, you still managed to grasp the dagger you kept beneath your pillow as you heard footsteps creeping through your apartment. You opted to keep silent along with the façade of being asleep as you attempted to slow your shivers for a few moments.

     Once you knew the intruder had breached the walls of your room, you quickly flipped over in the bed before jumping onto your feet. Holding the blade in your raised hand, you immediately rushed towards the silhouette before you.

     You were unable to even graze their chest as a firm hand came up to grip your wrist firmly. The supposed phantom of the shadows used minimal effort to render you under his control, twisting your arm to have your back pressed against him whilst he kept your arm wrapped around your neck as though he had means to strangle you with it.

     "Phantom 413," the male's familiar voice utters, warm breath fanning your ear, "stand down Wildflower 674." Upon hearing him identifying himself along with calling you by your own tag and numbers, you willingly dropped the dagger from your grip.

     He only let go of your arm once the metal struck the ground. Rolling your eyes, you huffed to announce your annoyance before stalking over to your bed once more.

     "What are you doing here Yunho?" there wasn't even a hint of kindness in your tone. You pulled the covers back up to your chin, leaving your back to face the tall male who still stood in your room.

     "I could feel your shivering from the creed," Yunho voices. The sound of his weapon lined jacket hitting your floor can be heard along with what seems to be him kicking off his boots. Within a few moments, your back is exposed to the cold of the night as the bed dips behind you. Yunho calmly manoeuvres his arms to be wrapped around your waist as he pulls your tightly against his frame.

     Being so lacking in height compared to him, he was able to easily tuck your head beneath his chin. You could feel your lips on the verge of tugging upwards. It felt nice to have him here, holding you like this, especially when your room was beyond freezing.

     Refraining from allowing yourself to do so, you opted to silently rest your hands over where his were intertwined across your stomach. He let out a soft sigh of comfort upon this.

     "You're losing your touch, Phantom," you manage to state his title in a mocking manner. "I could hear your footsteps the moment you entered my apartment. Through the front door for that matter."