âWho is it?â Jae-min whispered.
âMy old commander.â
Joon-ho's tone was clipped. Cold. But beneath itâsomething else. Fear?
He unlocked the door but didnât open it wide. Just enough for his voice to cut through.
âYou shouldnât be here.â
A rough voice answered. âNeither should your boy. But you brought him into this, didnât you?â
Jae-minâs spine stiffened. He couldnât see the manâs face, but the voice was gravel and venom, soaked in power.
âLet me in, Jeon,â the commander said.
âTalk outside.â
âNo. Youâll want to hear this.â
Minutes later, in the living room
Jae-min stood near the wall, watching the man who once controlled Joon-hoâs life like a puppet master.
He was tall. Greying. His military jacket hung off him like history he hadnât let go of. He looked at Jae-min like he was a problem, not a person.
âSo this is the boy,â the commander said. âThe reason youâre bleeding again.â
Joon-ho stepped in front of Jae-min, shielding him instinctively.
âYou said you had a message. Deliver it.â
The commander smirked. âYour ex-superior. The one you exposed? Heâs back. But heâs not after you anymore. You were always just the warm-up.â
âThen who?â
âEveryone who ever worked with you. Everyone who didnât die when you broke that mission. You didnât just ruin him. You made him want revenge.â
âWhat does that have to do with Jae-min?â
âYouâre not listening,â the man growled. âHe doesnât want to kill the boy. He wants to watch you lose him. Publicly. Painfully. Over and over again.â
Silence.
âYou need to leave him,â the commander said. âTonight.â
Jae-minâs heart dropped.
But Joon-ho didnât move.
Didnât nod.
Didnât agree.
âIâm done following orders,â Joon-ho said.
âThen heâll die.â
âSo will I.â
The commanderâs eyes narrowed. âYouâll regret that.â
âMaybe. But Iâve regretted worse.â
The man scoffed, turned, and left.
Later that night
The apartment was quiet again.
Jae-min stood by the kitchen counter where, just hours ago, Joon-ho had kissed him like his life depended on it.
Now it was silent. Like the world was holding its breath.
âSo... that guy used to command you?â Jae-min asked.
âYeah.â
âAnd he thinks Iâm a liability.â
âYouâre not.â
âYou sure?â
Joon-ho looked up, eyes soft now. âYouâre not a liability. Youâre the only thing keeping me from turning back into the weapon he trained me to be.â
Jae-min crossed the room and stood in front of him.
âThen let me help you. Not just be protected. I want to be part of this.â
âYou donât know what youâre asking.â
âI do. You just think Iâm too soft to survive your world.â
âYou are soft.â
âSo soften with me,â Jae-min whispered.
He cupped Joon-hoâs face gently â a first. Not lustful. Not rushed. Just warm. Real.
Joon-ho closed his eyes under the touch.
âYou canât promise me safety,â Jae-min murmured. âBut can you promise me truth? That if this ends tomorrow, I at least knew what we were.â
Joon-ho opened his eyes slowly. âWeâre real.â
âThen prove it.â
âHow?â
âStay with me tonight. Not as a bodyguard. As... Joon-ho.â
That night, they didnât kiss like fire.
They touched like truth.
Slow. Unhurried. Under the sheets and silence.
And as Jae-min drifted to sleep in his arms, Joon-ho whispered into his hair:
âIf I die for you, Iâll do it knowing I finally lived.â
[End of Chapter 10]
đ Next Chapter Tease (Chapter 11):
Joon-hoâs past resurfaces in the form of an encrypted message
Jae-min secretly follows Joon-ho to a meeting â and what he sees shatters him
The first real crack in their bond⌠and a desperate night that might tear them apart