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"𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭—𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩! 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭!" Yiwen suddenly gasped, yanking his head back. "𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐭! 𝐂𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞!" Jingyu froze, blinking as though Yiwen had just snapped him out of character. A tiny, smug grin cracked his stony expression. "𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫?" "𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩!" Yiwen hissed, his cheeks burning red as he rattled the cuffs behind the chair. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰." The man chuckled, dropping the tough-cop persona completely. "𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝." Jingyu patted his tactical pants. Then his back pockets. Then froze. The man’s smile slowly faded into a blank, stunned stare. Yiwen raised an eyebrow, the old snark immediately resurfacing. "𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬?" "𝐔𝐡." Jingyu cleared his throat, suddenly looking less like a commanding officer and more like a guilty golden retriever. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫...'" Both of them slowly turned their heads toward the floor. Beside the kitchen counter, the floor vent sat slightly ajar, its loose cover tilted at an awkward angle. Through the metal grate, a small silver key glinted deep inside the vent, far beyond their reach. Yiwen stared at the vent. Then he stared at the giant man standing half-naked in front of him. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞," Yiwen said, his voice deadly flat. "𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫—" "𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮!" Yiwen shrieked, tugging frantically at the handcuffs securing his wrists behind the back of their kitchen chair. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐓 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐬-𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 '𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞' 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐕𝐀𝐂 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦?!" "𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠," Jingyu protested, holding up his hands. "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭!" "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤!" Yiwen groaned, letting his head fall back against the chair's wooden backrest with a defeated thud. "𝐆𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩, 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐩𝐝𝐨𝐠! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭—𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝." "𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭," Jingyu laughed. He leaned down, placed a warm, lingering kiss on Yiwen's pouting lips, and jogged toward the garage. "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!" "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐠𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭?" Yiwen yelled back, shaking the chair. "𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐩, 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮!"⁽⁵⁾ — END —

Jingyu stared at him for a moment before laughing under his breath. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠." "𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧." "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧." Yiwen didn't answer. He simply reached out and caught Jingyu by the waist, pulling him back before he could take another step. This time, Jingyu didn't dodge. Their kiss began slowly, almost like a continuation of their argument. Jingyu smiled against his lips, still pleased with himself, until Yiwen's hand settled at the back of his neck and drew him closer. The teasing faded. Yiwen kissed him with all the restraint he'd been forced to maintain in front of everyone else. Jingyu's free hand rested against his shoulder, then slipped behind his neck. He leaned down further, letting the kiss linger before pulling back just enough to breathe. Yiwen followed. Jingyu smiled. "𝐎𝐡? 𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰?" "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭." "𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭." He brushed another kiss against Yiwen's lips, then deliberately pulled away again. Yiwen closed his eyes for a moment. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞." "𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." "𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝." "𝐓𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?" "𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲." Jingyu leaned down, his lips grazing Yiwen's cheek. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞." "𝐈'𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞?" Yiwen looked at the arm still wrapped around his waist. "...𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭." Jingyu laughed, then finally gave him the kiss he had been withholding. Outside that room, Yiwen was the man no one dared to challenge. Jingyu was the man trusted to stand at his side, carry out his orders, and never make a mistake. But behind closed doors, their roles were never quite that simple. Yiwen had authority over an entire organization. Jingyu had the audacity to make him forget it. And somehow, he was the only person who could get away with it. A knock interrupted them. They separated immediately. "𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬?" came a voice from outside. "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲." Yiwen straightened his collar and returned to his usual expression. Jingyu stepped away, looking perfectly composed. "𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲," Yiwen answered. "𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬." Footsteps faded. Jingyu picked up his cigarette again, grinning. "𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?" Yiwen adjusted his cufflinks. "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥." "𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲." "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭." Jingyu headed for the door, then glanced back. "𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞." Yiwen looked up. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫?" Jingyu gave him a slow, shameless smile. "𝐌𝐞." Yiwen shook his head, but the corner of his mouth betrayed him. "𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞." "𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬." And just like that, the right-hand man left first—while the most feared man in the room was left smiling at an empty doorway. ⁽⁴⁾

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