Yujin's pov:
Silence..
"...don't say thank you always," he muttered, his voice lower this time—quieter, almost… reluctant.
I blinked.
"Why, sir?"
He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed—though not at me.
"It's annoying."
That's a lie.
I can see it.
His fingers slowed on my shirt, the damp tissue barely moving now. His gaze wasn't even on the stain anymore… it was on me.
"You act like I did something big," he continued, avoiding my eyes. "I didn't."
"You did," I said softly.
He froze.
For a second, the air between us changed.
Something deeper. Heavier.
"To me… it is big."
His jaw tightened. I could see it—he didn't like this kind of conversation. Or maybe… he wasn't used to it.
"You trust people too easily," he muttered.
Osak's words flashed in my mind.
"You are just a toy..."
My fingers clenched slightly.
"...maybe," I admitted.
His eyes snapped to mine.
"But not blindly."
Silence.
I held his gaze.
"If you were really like a bad man…"
I continued, my voice softer now, "you wouldn't be here… cleaning this yourself."
His hand stopped completely.
The tissue dropped.
For a moment, he just stared at me—like I had said something I wasn't supposed to understand.
"...you think you know me?" he asked, his tone dangerous… but not cold.
I shook my head slowly.
"No."
A pause.
"But I want to."
That did something to him.
I saw it.
A flicker. A crack.
His hand moved suddenly—gripping my chin, not harsh, but firm enough to make my breath hitch again..
"Don't try to figure me out," he said quietly. "You won't like what you find."
My heart raced.
"Then why are you helping me?"
I whispered.
He didn't answer immediately..
Instead, his thumb brushed lightly against my lip—like he didn't even realize he was doing it.
"That's exactly the problem," he muttered.
My chest tightened.
Before I could ask anything—
Knock knock.
"Boss? Are you inside? Grandpa Joo is calling you, boss" a voice came from outside.
Taehyuk's expression hardened instantly. The moment shattered.
He stepped back.
"Stay here," he said, back to his usual cold tone.
But as he reached for the door, he paused.
Just for a second.
Without turning..
"Don't talk to him again."
A command.
Possessive.
And something more.
The door opened, and he walked out—leaving me standing there, heart still racing…
…and a smile I couldn't control.
Outside..
Taehyuk's pov:
I walked outside…
But my mind was still on his words.
The way he said he wanted to know me…
That's the dumbest thing that I have ever heard
How could someone like him want to know me?
Am I even worth it?
Iam definitely not a good man..
In this cruel world, you need to be merciless...
To survive.
It's a game were wolves—
My eyes met Osak.
—are manipulative, fighting to reach the lion's throne..
I walked straight to Grandpa.
"You called me, Grandpa?" I asked.
He nodded. I could tell something was… unusual.
"Kim…" he said.
I understood the tone.
He leaned closer and whispered, "There's a spy from the cops here."
"We need to take him down before he finds anything about the next transaction."
I smirked.
A mission to accomplish.
My eyes scanned the crowd.
"Grandpa, I'll find the spy," Osak said—like always, trying to outdo me.
I ignored him, focused on the crowd.
"No need, Osak. Kim will handle it."
Osak's ego clearly took a hit.
Their voices faded into the background as I spotted someone…
Unusual.
In a blue suit.
There we go.
"He's the one," I gestured subtly with my eyes.
Osak frowned. "How? He looks like a businessman."
Annoying.
Always doubting.
"Kim… are you sure?" Grandpa asked.
"Fucking sure," I replied with a smirk.
"Look at him…" I muttered, my eyes never leaving the man in the blue suit.
Osak scoffed. "He looks like every other businessman here."
I let out a quiet chuckle.
"That's exactly the problem."
Grandpa stayed silent, letting me continue.
I tilted my head slightly, analyzing every detail.
"First—his suit," I said calmly. "Expensive. But not his style."
Osak frowned. "What?"
"See the shoulders? Slightly stiff. The fit is perfect, but he keeps adjusting it… like he's not used to wearing something this formal."
Grandpa's gaze sharpened.
"Second," I continued, "his hands."
Osak crossed his arms. "What about them?"
"No rings. No watch. No tan lines. A man this rich? Impossible."
A pause.
"And his fingers…" I narrowed my eyes. "Slight calluses near the trigger point."
Silence fell.
Osak's expression stiffened.
"Third—his eyes," I smirked faintly. "He's not drinking. Not talking. Not networking."
"Then what is he doing?" Grandpa asked quietly.
"He's counting."
Osak blinked. "Counting?"
"Entries. Exits. Guards. Cameras." My voice dropped.
"He's scanned the room three times in the last two minutes… but never long enough to look suspicious..."
I slipped my hands into my pockets.
"And one more thing…"
They both looked at me.
"He looked at Yujin."
Osak's expression changed instantly.
"Not like a man," I continued, my tone colder now, "but like he was checking if Yujin is connected to me."
Grandpa exhaled slowly.
"That's not a businessman," I finished.
A smirk pulled at my lips.
"That's a hunter pretending to be prey."
Osak clicked his tongue, clearly irritated—but said nothing.
Grandpa nodded.
"Then handle it, Kim."
My eyes darkened slightly as I stepped forward.
"...With pleasure"