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Sunghoon smirks as he follows your gaze, clearly noticing your appraisal. “Didn't know you were this confident, pretty” he teases, his voice a low murmur as you close the door and bolt it shut.

You throw him a playful glare, retorting, “Learned from the best” You can’t help but think of all the times Sunghoon has blatantly checked you out, often accompanied by the click of his tongue in approval.

As you walk into the living room, his hand rests comfortably on the small of your back, sending shivers down your spine. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of a table lamp casting a warm, intimate light. You both sink into the plush sofa, the familiar scent of his cologne mingling with the faint aroma of your home.

Sunghoon sets his bag on the coffee table, revealing a small stash of marijuana and a couple of pre-rolled joints. He raises an eyebrow at you, silently asking for your permission. With a sigh, you nod, knowing that despite the hour, this is exactly what you both need to unwind.

He lights a joint, taking a slow drag before passing it to you. The smoke curls lazily in the air, and you take a tentative puff, the familiar sensation instantly soothing your nerves. Sunghoon watches you with a lazy grin, his eyes half-lidded with contentment as you hand it back to him.

“C’mere, doll” he says, the palm of his hand patting his thigh in an inviting gesture. His eyes twinkle with a mix of mischief and warmth. You give him a suspicious look, eyebrows raised, but the hint of a smile plays on your lips. After a moment’s hesitation, you comply, moving over to seat yourself straddling him. The motion is slow, almost teasing, as you settle onto his lap.

He laughs at the face you made, a deep, rumbling sound that resonates through his chest. His hand comes up, tapping your ass lightly as you get comfortable. There’s a glint of amusement in his eyes, matched by the playful curve of his lips.

“Not going to stick a knife down your throat” he tells you, his voice laced with playful accusation. The way he looks at you, though, is anything but threatening; it’s tender and teasing all at once.

You roll your eyes at him, reaching over to take the joint from his fingers. Before he can say anything more, you push it back between his lips, urging him to take a drag. He complies, taking a deep puff and then exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. His eyes never leave yours, locked in a steady, almost hypnotic gaze.

“Fuck the knife, Hoon” you murmur, your voice slightly fuzzy from the effects of the smoke. “You’re rock hard” The words slip out, bold and unfiltered, as you feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you.

He puffs out another cloud of smoke, his eyes darkening with desire. “Can’t help it when you’re around” he replies, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. His hands slide up your sides, fingers trailing over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

You lean in closer, your breath mingling with his, the scent of the joint and something distinctly him filling your senses. “What are you going to do about it?” you challenge, your lips brushing against his as you speak.

A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “Oh, you have no idea” he murmurs before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands roam your body, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss until you’re both lost in the intensity of the moment. You feel the taste of the joint through the kiss as he pushes his tongue into your mouth; getting messy really quick.

As you both pull away from the kiss, Sunghoon picks up the joint again, taking a slow drag. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mix of desire and amusement. He tilts his head back, letting out a plume of smoke that swirls lazily in the dim light. You lean in, pressing your lips to his neck, starting to suck gently at first, then more insistently. Your hips begin to move, grinding against his clothed erection, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You can feel the slickness of your arousal soaking through your panties, the sensation making you bolder.

Sunghoon groans at the feeling, a deep, guttural sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Encouraged, you grind faster, your movements becoming more urgent. One of his hands rests on your hip, guiding your movements, while the other trails up your back, fingers splayed wide as if he wants to feel every inch of you. He pulls you away from his now marked neck, his eyes dark and intense as they meet yours. You look slightly fucked out, eyes droopy and hazy, lips parted as you pant softly.

He brings the joint to your lips, and you take a drag, the smoke filling your lungs and adding to the heady mix of sensations. As you release the smoke, your hands come up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. “Eager, aren’t you, baby?” he asks, his voice saccharine sweet, dripping with condescension and desire.

You release the smoke from your mouth, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. “All your fault!” you retort, your voice a sultry purr as you grind harder against him. The pleasurable pressure building inside you is almost unbearable, each movement sending waves of pleasure through you.

Sunghoon’s grip on your hip tightens, and he lets out a low growl. “Is that so?” he murmurs, his free hand sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly. He pulls you against him, his own hips beginning to move in rhythm with yours. The friction between your bodies is electric, each grind bringing you closer to the edge.

You lean in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, your tongues tangling as your hips continue their dance. His hands are everywhere, roaming over your body, stoking the fire inside you. You break the kiss, gasping for air, and he takes the opportunity to trail his lips down your jawline, his breath hot against your skin.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging lightly as he nips at your collarbone, the sharp sensation sending jolts of pleasure through you. “Please” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heavy breathing.

He looks up at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Please what?” he teases, his hand slipping under your shirt to trace patterns on your skin.

“Please, I need more, can’t just fucking cum in my shorts” you breathe out, your desperation evident in your voice.

Sunghoon’s eyes darken, and he lets out a low chuckle. “Yeah? Then why don’t we remove them? Wan’ my dick don’t you? Dirty girl” he rasps, hands roaming around your body, exploring and teasing until he finds the hem of your t-shirt, swiftly taking it off you. You shiver as the cold air hits your skin, top half only left in a baby blue bra.

Sunghoon lets you get up for a second, as you immediately pull down your shorts and drenched panties, the wetness trickling down your thighs. Sunghoon watches you while pulling down his sweatpants, boxers leaving him completely bare.

You stare at his hard dick without a second thought, mind high and mouth watering at the sight.

“God you’re so wet” he whispers, eyes closed shut as he pulls you down onto to his cock, red tip entering your wet folds. You let out a loud, choked moan as he enters you inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. The feeling of the weed you just smoked mixing in with the sudden burst of pleasure only drove you insane.

“Open,” Sunghoon commands, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. He grips your chin firmly, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces your mouth open. You comply immediately, eyes widening as he spits inside, the warm liquid landing on your tongue. At the same moment, he thrusts upward, his cock driving deep into you, hitting spots that make your body shudder.

“Swallow” he orders, his eyes locked onto yours, a predatory gleam in his gaze. You obey, the taste mingling with the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, seeking stability as he pounds into you from below, each thrust a powerful jolt that seems to rearrange your insides.

Sunghoon's grip tightens as his hands slide down to your ass, fingers digging into your flesh. He spreads you open, giving himself better access as he pulls you down onto his cock, meeting each upward thrust with a force that has you seeing stars. The combination of his rough handling and the relentless pace he sets leaves you breathless, lost in the intoxicating blend of pleasure and submission.

His rhythm is relentless, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Your moans and gasps mix with his grunts, creating arousing noises. Sunghoon’s control over you is absolute, his dominance only breaking you apart further.

As he continues to thrust into you, his movements grow more urgent, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through you. He lets go to your hips as he lets you set the pace now, bouncing on his cock endlessly.

“Don’t stop” he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. You nod, too consumed by the pleasure to form coherent words.

“So good!—fuck! hoon, gonna c-cum” you moan out with a loud shriek as you squirt all over over, covering his dick thighs in complete white. You halt your hips but Sunghoon still fucks up into you, his hands spreading your cum all over your ass cheeks.

You’re completely out of it, dazed until he shoots his orgasm up your cunt again, which only resulted in it leaking out. “Shit—!, god pretty, you okay?” he checks up on you, even though he’s panting and breathing heavily, your bodies pressed close together.

the banquet hall gleamed like something untouchable, glass chandeliers dripping gold light, polished floors reflecting silhouettes that all look too composed, too clean. a string quartet hums softly in the background, delicate notes floating through the air like nothing here could ever go wrong.

but you know better.

you always do.

the room wad filled with agents, high-ranking officials, and elite operatives from South Korea's intelligence community. waiters in crisp uniforms glided between clusters of guests, offering champagne and meticulously arranged hors d`oeuvres.

at the heart of it all, standing on an elevated platform was your father, who was the director of aegis.

raising his glass, the room went quiet.

"tonight, we welcome home one of aegis' finest." his voice was steady, carried by the microphone effortlessly over the quiet murmur of the crowd. "after three years of service abroad, she returns to continue the mission of protecting this country."

a polite wave of applause followed, but you felt the weight behind it. some clapped out of respect. others, out of obligation. and a few, otherwise known as enemies, clapped simply to maintain appearances.

remaining still at the left wing of the stage, your expression remained composed, but her instincts were already on high alert. this wasn't just a welcome-home celebration. it was a statement.

father wasn't merely acknowledging your return, it was a warning. that you were back and you're watching.

it was a brilliant move, but otherwise reckless.

there was a mole. they are buried deep into the system. now every enemy has just been warned to stay hidden.

"enjoy the evening," your father concluded, lifting his glass once more before stepping off the stage with mother.

as the applause faded, jay materialised by your side offering a flute of champagne with an easy smirk. "a toast to you superstar."

he had opted for a sharp black suit, his signature frameless glasses perched on his nose -- his preferred choice when he wasn't in the mood to deal with contact lenses.

accepting the glass, you swirled it in hand while your eyes were elsewhere. moving over the crowd, scanning for familiar faces -- old allies, rivals and a few individuals you couldn't quite recognise.

"nice party." you murmured.

jay took a sip. "sure, if you ignore the fact that at least five people in this room would love to see you dead."

you gave him a dry look. "only five?"

jay's grin widened. "i'm being optimistic."

you sighed, shifting your stance. "this is a distraction."

"obviously," jay said easily. "your parents wanted to send a message. you're back, you're in charge, and anyone working against us should be very very very afraid."

exhaling slowly, you scanned the room once more. "it won't work."

"maybe not." he admitted. 'but it'll shake the mole."

that was true. but it could also mean that that the mole would be harder to track.

your gaze landed on director choi, a senior intelligence officer who had served aegis for decades. he stood near the far end of the room, posture rigid, expression unreadable. but you caught the way his eyes lingered on you before turning away.

then you saw a flicker of movement in your peripheral vision.

a waiter, weaving through the crowd. his steps were measured. too deliberate.

your grip on the champagne glass tightened.

"jay," you murmured, barely moving your lips. "eleven o'clock. waiter in a black vest."

jay turned slightly, adjusting his glasses. "i see him."

the waiter had no tray in his hands. and he was moving towards your father.

your pulse quickened, swiftly setting your untouched champagne on a nearby table and moved.

3 seconds to cross the room.

4 seconds to grab the waiters wrist just as he reached inside his vest.

reacting instantly, the waiter twisted to break free, fingers closing around the handle of the hidden dagger.

but you were faster.

slamming his wrist against the edge of the nearby table, the dagger clattered to the floor.

the noise echoed in the room. gasps rippled through the room as you spun the man around, yanking his arms behind his back in practiced motion, shoving him on his knees to the floor.

security swarmed within seconds, weapons drawn.

"take him to interrogation," your father ordered.

the guards seized the attacker, dragging him away. conversations were resumed in hushed tones, but the tension in the air was now suffocating.

jay let out a low whistle. "welcome home, lily."

exhaling, you rolled your shoulders back. the party had served its purpose. the mole has made their first move.

and now the hunt can begin.

she sat in the dimly lit interrogation room, her fingers drumming lightly against the cold metal table. the rhythmic taps were only the sound in the sterile, tension-thick air. across from her, sat jin woosuk -- bloodied, broken and barely clinging to consciousness. he slumped against his chair, left eye swollen shut, lip split open and dark bruises marred his cheekbones. a thin stream of blood dripped from his nose, staining his once crisp shirt.

he was alive, maybe by a thread. yet he refused to drop a word.

your gaze lingered on him for a moment before pushing back your chair. the scrape of metal against concrete cut through the silence as you turned and exited the room.

the door to the observation room swung open as you walked in. jay was standing bent over the panel, eyes still fixed on the man slumped in the chair through the one-way mirror.

he didn't turn to you when he spoke.

"you've been at this for over an hour y/n," he sighed. "i think you've made your point."

you leaned against the wall, crossing your arms not replying. eyes stayed on woosuk's reflection in the glass.

"he's not talking."

exhaling slowly, jay straightened. "its not about him."

that made you blink.

"its about what he knows."

"that's what i'm trying to figure out." you replied quietly, unfolding your arms, eyebrows furrowing.

he turned to look at you. "no, you're trying to break him."

"you don't need to y/n." he lowered his voice.

you glanced at him, pursing your lips. "go ahead. enlighten me then."

"he," jay said pointing at the bloodied man on the opposite end of the mirror, "is a pawn."

"placed. disposable." he continued. "meant to be caught."

your eyes narrowed slightly, hands folding again. "you're telling me this was intentional."

"what i am saying," he replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "the mole wanted us to find him."

silence fell again, but strangely it felt more dense.

your mind raced. the pieces were all there, scattered and disjointed. like a puzzle you desperately need to put together. that move tonight wasn't a coincidence. they wanted to send a message. but who? and why?

director choi sent off warnings in your head. he had been watching you closely all evening. gaze never faltering when you made the move on the waiter, but there was just something about his presence that made you feel uneasy.

"do you trust him?" jay asked, breaking your thoughts.

"who?"

"choi."

"i don't know." you murmured, eyes narrowing. "but i need to."

"are you sure?" his voice held an edge. "he's been in this game too long. you don't survive this world without making compromises."

gaze flickering to the interrogation room through the glass where the battered form of woosuk still laid there, guards walking in to process him. "i don't have the luxury of doubt jay. at least not right now."

leaning forward, jay pinched his nose bridge. "the mole's reach is deeper than we've realised. it could be anyone, from the highest-ranking officer to the newest recruit. it could even be your parents. or director choi."

that struck you like a slap to the face.

your parents, the lee jae-jin and kim yoon-seo. to you they were untouchable. they built aegis and you were raised in their shadows, groomed for the day when you would end up taking over.

the very thought that either of them could be involved in the downfall of aegis was unthinkable.

then again, who else would have that much power to orchestrate such a complex and intricate operation?

"the thing is," jay continued, "we in fact don't know who's pulling the strings. but the attacks are definitely connected. everything points to the predestined fall."

your pulse quickened. "you're saying this has been planned for years?"

"i think that this was always the endgame." he replied.

"this is not some random syndicate. this person is working with people inside of aegis. agents who are tired of the system, politics. they want to bring it all down, reset the whole thing. and they're using you as their tool."

"so you think i'm a pawn?"

"no but you're the only person who can stop this from happening y/n." jay exhales. "but at what cost?"

your mind swirls as you considered all the implications. just how deep would you need to dig to uncover the truth? to expose the people who are pulling the strings behind aegis' impending fall?

what had been omitted from you all these years? what had your parents not told you? what truths have been hidden from you in the name of the so called "greater good"?

the shadows in your mind crept closer and closer, reminding you of the long hours spent overseas, the people you lost, the identities you buried. so much sacrifice and pain. and for what? was it for a cause you believed in? or was it just a game? a mirage? you as the unsuspecting player?

jay's voice cut through your thoughts. "y/n you have to ask yourself. just how much are you willing to lose to save aegis? how far are you willing to go?"

meeting his gaze, your jaw clenched.

"i'll burn down the whole system if i have to."

his eyes softened, but there was a hint of something unreadable beneath the surface. "then let's burn in together."

the weight of such a decision settled on your shoulders. this was when you put your foot down, you would uncover everything. risking everything you've ever known, learning things that maybe you weren't supposed to ever learn about.

to defeat the phantom, to uncover that truth, you would have to face the darkness within. you would risk losing everything.

family. friends. your identity. the very foundation of the life you had built for yourself. but the game had changed. there was no turning back now.

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