presumption of innocence.
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âOkay, Iâll give you that at least. But answer this. Why make a call in the basement? Thereâs other places in the house that you could have gone.â His arms are now crossed over his chest, his piercing gaze now directly on his lover as he awaits the otherâs answer.
Whenever there was tension in a relationship, there were two major ways of dealing with it. The first one would be to address the situation properly, confront the problem head-on and resolve everything through abundant communication. The other would be to bs something and act endearing until the lover somehow forgot about what they were arguing about. While the first one was the far healthier method, as a man with a lot to hide, guess which one Jiho preferred?
Besides, Seojun wasnât that angry. Though his stance suggested he was still upset, Jiho knew him better than that.Â
âI didnât want to wake you,â he said, before shamelessly closing the gap between them and enveloping the other in a tight hug. âItâs a beautiful morning, letâs not argue.â He whined, pressing his cheek against Seojunâs and nuzzling irritatingly close.Â
What else, what else. He needed something more to sweeten the deal.Â
âI know, Iâll make you breakfast!â That should do it. A certain someone was a foodie, in addition to being a gangster. âWhatever you want. Pancakes? Egg benny?â Jiho started walking them towards the door, planting both of his hands on Seojunâs back and prompting him to go up the stairs. The offending second phone he was caught with had been thrown discreetly into a drawer, thankfully wiped clean.Â
âWhy donât you help by doing coffee...â He mumbled. âAnd telling me all about what I missed at the meeting last night?â While he liked to try and attend every meeting to gather intel, sometimes undercover cops had other duties that they couldnât afford to miss. Though asking made him feel like he was using Seojun a little, it was the easiest way to get the information.Â

















