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The meeting was held in a dimly lit room at one of the Choi family's hidden safe houses. Around the table sat high-ranking members of Yeonjun's assassin network, their faces calm but their postures tense. The head of operations, a man in his late fifties with silver streaks in his hair, leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table.

"We have a situation," the man began, sliding a thick dossier across the table toward Yeonjun. "The A-Team isn't backing down after the last mission. In fact, they've escalated."

Yeonjun's brow furrowed as he opened the dossier, his eyes scanning the pages quickly. It detailed a dangerous operation involving one of the most elusive and hostile mafia groups in the region. They had vital intel that could compromise not only the Choi family but also Beomgyu's mafia empire.

"They've infiltrated one of our financial routes," the man continued. "If they gain access to more information, it could mean a full-scale attack on both your family and Beomgyu's."

Yeonjun's jaw tightened. "What's the mission?"

"Covert infiltration," the man replied. "We need someone to plant false intel, retrieve their plans, and neutralize the threat before it spreads further."

"And why isn't Beomgyu involved?" Yeonjun asked sharply, though he already suspected the answer.

"This requires absolute discretion," the man said. "Beomgyu can't know. If he's involved, they'll anticipate his moves. We need to keep him in the dark until the mission is complete."

Yeonjun's gaze darkened. He hated the idea of keeping anything from Beomgyu, but he understood the stakes. "When do I leave?"

"Tonight," the man said. "You'll have to act quickly. Time is not on our side."

Yeonjun closed the dossier, his mind already working through the logistics. He stood from the table, his expression cold and unreadable. "I'll get it done."

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Back at the estate, Yeonjun quietly prepared for the mission. He packed only the essentials—tools for infiltration, weapons, and a small communication device. He moved quickly but silently, not wanting to alert anyone, especially Beomgyu.

As he zipped up the small duffel bag, he paused. His thoughts drifted to Beomgyu, to the moments they'd shared recently. For the first time, Yeonjun felt a pang of guilt about leaving without saying anything.

But he couldn't risk it. Beomgyu's safety—and the safety of their families—depended on this mission.

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The moon hung low in the sky as Yeonjun slipped out of the estate. The guards at the front gate gave him a curt nod, unaware of the true nature of his departure.

As he drove toward the safe house where the team would be waiting, Yeonjun gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"This is for him," he muttered under his breath, as if saying it aloud would make the weight of the mission easier to bear.

But deep down, he knew that keeping Beomgyu in the dark would come with consequences.

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The safe house was tucked into the heart of enemy territory—a crumbling warehouse that seemed abandoned from the outside but buzzed with hidden activity. Yeonjun crouched on a nearby rooftop, his black clothing blending seamlessly into the shadows of the night. He adjusted his earpiece, confirming his connection to the team monitoring the operation from afar.

"Phase one," came the quiet voice of his handler. "Disable the perimeter alarms. You're five meters from the main panel."

Yeonjun smirked. Too easy.

Slipping down the side of the building, he navigated through a series of hidden entry points until he reached the electrical hub. With quick, precise movements, he bypassed the security codes, cutting the alarms without a single sound.

"Perimeter down," he whispered.

"Proceed to phase two. Retrieve the files."

Inside the warehouse, the air was heavy with tension. Armed guards patrolled the corridors, but Yeonjun moved like a ghost, slipping past them with practiced ease. He reached the central office, where the intel was stored on a heavily encrypted server.

After planting a false trail of fake financial transactions, he downloaded the real files onto a secured drive. But as he turned to leave, a shadow moved in his peripheral vision.

"Freeze!" a guard shouted, leveling a gun at him.

Yeonjun didn't hesitate. In one fluid motion, he threw a knife, hitting the guard's hand and disarming him. Before the man could call for backup, Yeonjun silenced him with a swift strike.

"Target neutralized," he muttered.

"Good work," his handler said. "Phase three—exit and eliminate any pursuit."

Yeonjun set a timed explosive on the server, ensuring the A-Team wouldn't recover their systems anytime soon. Then he vanished into the night, leaving chaos in his wake as the warehouse erupted in flames behind him.

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By the time Yeonjun returned to the estate, the first rays of dawn were breaking over the horizon. He parked his car quietly, his body aching from the mission but his mind buzzing. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by an unexpected sight.

Beomgyu stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, his face set in a mixture of anger and worry. He was wearing silk pajamas—deep crimson, with a subtle floral pattern that clung perfectly to his frame. The top buttons were undone, revealing just enough of his collarbones to make Yeonjun pause.

For a moment, all thoughts of the mission and the confrontation ahead evaporated from Yeonjun's mind.

"Where were you?" Beomgyu demanded, his voice sharp but laced with concern.

Yeonjun blinked, dragging his gaze back to Beomgyu's face. "Out," he said simply, smirking as his eyes flickered back to the silk fabric. "Nice pajamas, by the way. Were you waiting up for me, Gyu?"

Beomgyu's cheeks flushed, but he didn't back down. "Don't change the subject! You were gone all night, and no one would tell me where you went. What's going on?"

Yeonjun stepped closer, his smirk softening into something more genuine. "You're cute when you're worried."

"Yeonjun!" Beomgyu snapped, though the pink in his cheeks deepened.

Sighing, Yeonjun ran a hand through his hair. "I had a mission. It was classified, and I couldn't involve you. It's done now, and everything's fine."

Beomgyu's expression hardened. "You didn't think I deserved to know? We're supposed to be a team."

Yeonjun frowned, guilt flickering across his face. "I know. But this one... it was different. I couldn't risk you getting caught up in it."

For a moment, silence hung between them. Then, Beomgyu took a step closer, his voice quieter. "Don't do that again. Don't shut me out like that."

Yeonjun reached out, his fingers brushing against Beomgyu's arm. "I won't," he said softly. His gaze dropped to the silk again, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "But seriously, Gyu, these pajamas are distracting. Are you trying to seduce me or something?"

Beomgyu huffed, turning away to hide his embarrassment. "Idiot," he muttered, but his lips twitched into the smallest of smiles.

Yeonjun watched him go, the tension between them easing as his own smile widened.

the confrontation was over for now

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