Alexa play Favourite by Isabella Larosa

Clink!

Sounded the glasses as Jisung cheered with the members of his organization present at the gala.

"Who could believe us when we'd say that we made it into the Crimson Gala," Hyunjin, Jisung's friend and colleague, remarked while scanning the opulent decorations of the event. If he'd been honest, he never had the money to even see this side of the world.

His eyes hovered over the chandelier and the various banners hanging along the walls.

One banner prominently featured Yoon Jeonghan, head of the SVT organization. Jisung's eyes narrowed at the sight as Hyunjin placed an arm over his shoulder.

"You're glaring. If you do things like this, you're going to blow our cover," he reminded, his grip firm on Jisung's shoulder.

"Tch, what can I do, Jinnie? Seeing this man's face disgusts me," Jisung muttered, his anger evident in every word. But the problem was, Jisung didn't only feel rage...no.

It was so much more than that; wrath. Anger that could kill a crowd of people in the hands of Han Jisung was merely the cherry on top. This game he was about to play required meticulous planning and time. But he didn't have time.

His superiors were far more ruthless, and Jisung, despite everything, was an ordinary spy and policeman who felt emotions. If anything, he was quite a normal human being.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you should stare at him. We have a mission to carry out!" Hyunjin whispered, though it almost sounded like a scolding.

"Hmm, a mission? Are you plotting something against me, Mr. Han and Mr. Hwang?" The voice interrupted. Yoon Jeonghan. The two boys turned to face the man, who exuded wealth with his long flowing hair, sheer black tank top, and white fur coat.

Jisung's eyes locked onto Jeonghan as Hyunjin quickly shook his head. "Hahaha, what are you talking about, Mr. Yoon? How could we ever?" he joked, and Jeonghan simply nodded in return.

"I have many enemies, so I must keep them in check. Besides, you're new to our foundation and came through recommendations, so I must always be vigilant, no?" Jeonghan's question felt more like a warning. Jisung's blood boiled, his fingers clenching into fists as he stared at the two conversing.

He knew the plan would take place a few hours into the gala, so he needed to bide his time. Excusing himself, he headed to get more wine, the drink being the only thing keeping him sane at the moment.

As he went to fill his glass, someone else's hand reached for the same one. "Oh, I'm sorry," he quickly apologized, not looking up as he withdrew his hand.

"What is a beauty like you doing at this party?" the voice inquired. When Jisung looked up, he saw an... angel?

Wait, no. This was a party for the horrible; it couldn't be...

The man had a perfect face, his biceps evident even through his shirt. His hair was long, and his lips... oh, his li- "Hello?" the man called out, snapping Jisung from his daydream. He quickly bowed in response.

Jisung's heart raced as he looked at the man in front of him, an image of perfection amidst the sea of corruption. The man smiled, extending a hand. "I'm Minho."

Jisung took Minho's hand, feeling a spark of electricity at the contact. "Han," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Nice to meet you, Han. What brings you to this party?" Minho's voice was smooth and inviting, laced with curiosity.

"Networking, I suppose," Jisung replied, attempting to sound casual. He was sweating quite a lot, hesitating over every word he said. I mean, what would you do talking to someone you found that attractive?

Minho laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down Jisung's spine. "Networking? That's a boring excuse. How about you not lie to me?" he asked, his voice almost husky and hushed, as if he didn't want to attract anyone else's attention.

They made their way to somewhere more secluded. Jisung wasn't foolish; going with someone, especially in this setting, was risky, but it wasn't just about Minho. He needed to study these people, especially someone who looked smart.

He knew if he found someone with power in the community, this wretched world would be his, dancing on his fingertips as he burned everyone alive. Everyone here was only a toy for him to get what he wanted.

Finding Minho attractive was NOT a distraction but rather a part of his plan. Jisung didn't like him...right?

"So, Mister Han, why have I never seen you before?" Minho asked, taking a sip from the wine glass he was holding.

"Should I really be telling you that?" Jisung smirked, taking Minho's wine glass as their fingers brushed against one another and taking a sip.

He took his time drinking the wine, which to some might seem odd, but in that atmosphere, Minho found it attractive or maybe it was Han himself. The way he was dressed, it was clear he was seeking attention. Not that Minho would take advantage of that; he was a gentleman.

Jisung's shirt had a deep V-cut, his skinny jeans showed off his slim waist, and his face was enough to make Minho weak in the stomach.

"You can trust me," Minho said with a smile, but Jisung laughed loudly. "Please...the last thing I need are words coming out of that mouth." He grabbed Minho by the tie and brought him closer.

Minho seized the opportunity to grab Jisung's waist. It was like the world around them disappeared. The music from the gala seeped into the secluded area, creating an atmosphere just for them to dance in.

The tension between them was palpable, a magnetic pull drawing them closer. A hookup was all this was going to be. That was all.

Jisung felt a rush of emotions as Minho's hand brushed against his. He looked into Minho's eyes, losing himself in their depth. "So, Minho," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, "what do you do when you're not at extravagant parties like this?"

Minho smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's just say I have my ways of making life interesting. With a lifestyle like mine, you could never really be bored." He stepped closer, their faces inches apart. "And what about you, Jisung? What's your story?"

Jisung's heart pounded in his chest. What the fuck? "I spend time with someone called Minho," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, a small laugh escaping his lips.

Before he could say more, Minho closed the distance between them, capturing Jisung's lips in a passionate kiss. Jisung responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Minho's back, feeling the strength and warmth of his body.

"You taste delicious sweetheart," Minho whispers in between kisses. His breath quickened but almost like being short of breath.

"And you taste like my future baby," Jisung flirted back, he was smooth and he knew it. He had several partners in the past before and had quite alot of experience. Jisung traced Minho's biceps while they were kissing made him feel great.

Minho's hand went under the shorter boy's shirt as he let out a small smirk. "I want to see you more often," the boy suggests amongst the deep kisses and embraces. Minho grabbed onto Jisung's hair and pulled it to one side and placed his head on the crook of the boy's neck.

Minho took some time to breath in his scent and lick the spot, later on sucking and biting the area which earned a moan from the shorter latter. "For you darling? I'd kill to be with," Han said in between all of the mess that they were in, knowing damn well that was a lie or was it?

Jisung felt a strange sense of peace, a respite from the dangerous world he was entangled in, like his anger went dissolved so easily and the fact he was in the arms of Minho, he felt safe. Maybe it was weak of Jisung to allow himself be overcome of such emotions.

"Jisung you know how pathetic you are? Liking a mafia man. How cliche but I mean what more could I expect of you, you son of a slut,"

But as the intensity of their encounter began to subside, reality started to creep back in. Fuck

Jisung's phone buzzed, a harsh reminder of the mission at hand. He reluctantly pulled away, glancing at the message: Mission spot. Now.

He sighed, regret flashing across his face, not that he cared about this but because he was enjoying what the two had. "I'm sorry, darling. I have to go. Work calls."

Minho raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Such a shame. I was just starting to have fun. Weird is it not to have work so late?"

Jisung just shrugged and quickly dressed up, his mind racing with thoughts of the mission, It's time for that bitch to go down. He offered a hasty apology before slipping back into the main hall while he left behind a confused yet intrigued Minho.

The atmosphere in the hall had shifted. The auction was about to begin, and the air was thick with anticipation. Jisung scanned the room, spotting Hyunjin near the entrance. He made his way over, keeping to the shadows.

"Ready?" Hyunjin asked, his voice tense.

Jisung nodded, his mind thinking about Minho, he didn't care about him but something about him was..... interesting but he shook his head and looked over at Hyunjin.

"Let's do this."