Seungcheol removed his shirt swiftly. Jeonghan's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of his naked chest, the gang leader's tattoos on full display. They were beautiful, but they were also a reflection of the life that Seungcheol had lived, a life filled with pain and violence. Jeonghan's fingers traced along the scars and the tattoos, a silent question in his eyes.

Seungcheol's breath hitched at Jeonghan's touch, his body responding to the thief's touch in ways he didn't want to admit. The scars on his chest were a reminder of his past, of the things he had been through and  fought. But Jeonghan's touch was soft and gentle, not a judgment but a silent question, and it was that gentleness that undid him.

He reached up and grabbed Jeonghan's wrist, stopping his fingers from tracing over the scars on his chest. "Don't," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "Don't look at them. They're not pretty."

Jeonghan's eyes softened as he looked at Scoups. He could see the vulnerability in the gang leader's eyes, the pain and shame that he tried to hide. "They're a part of you," he said quietly. "And I want to see all of you, not just the parts you want to show me."

Seungcheol's grip on Jeonghan's wrist tightened at his words, the raw emotion there making his heart clench. He wasn't used to someone seeing him like this, seeing beneath the tough exterior and all the way down to his vulnerable core. He wanted to resist, to push Jeonghan away and hide behind his walls, but there was something about the thief's gentle touch and quiet words that made him weak.

Jeonghan leaned down, his mouth hovering over one of his scars. His breath tickled the sensitive skin there, and Seungcheol couldn't help but shiver. Jeonghan's lips grazed gently over the raised skin, his touch achingly tender.

Seungcheol's breath caught in his throat at his touch, his body responding to the thief's gentle caress. The scars on his chest were a reminder of his past, the battles and the pain, but Jeonghan's lips on his skin made them feel less ugly, less shameful.

Jeonghan's mouth trailed over his chest, his lips and tongue tracing along the lines of his scars and the dark ink of his tattoos. He could feel the gang leader's pulse racing beneath his lips, could hear the rough catch in his breath.

Seungcheol's mind was spinning with sensation, the combination of Jeonghan's touch and the vulnerability he was showing undoing him. He wanted to fight it, to push the thief away and keep his guard up, but his mouth was too delicious, too addictive, to resist.

Jeonghan's fingers explored the expanse of his torso, the firm muscles of his stomach, the dip of his abs. His tongue traced along the lines of the gang leader's tattoos, committing each one to memory.

But suddenly, Jeonghan's actions took Seungcheol by surprise, the thief quickly handcuffing his wrist to the bed frame before he could even react. The gang leader's eyes widened as he tried to pull his hand out of the handcuff, but Jeonghan had secured it tightly.

Jeonghan leaned down, his face inches away from him. "Not so tough now, are you S Coups?" he teased, a cocky grin on his face. "You shouldn't trust a stranger."

Seungcheol's annoyance only grew as Jeonghan taunted him, his body tensing against the cuffs. "You cheeky little bastard," he grumbled, his eyes narrowing. "I should have known you would pull something like this."

Jeonghan just chuckled, clearly enjoying the fact that he had managed to get one up on the gang leader. "Oh, come on, S Coups, don't be a sore loser," he said, his grin widening. "You should know better than to let your guard down around me."

Seungcheol's jaw clenched as he tried to free himself from the handcuffs, his frustration growing by the minute. "When I get out of these, I'm gonna kill you," he grumbled, his gaze locking with Jeonghan's.

As Jeonghan rummaged through his pockets, the gang leader's eyes widened, realizing what the thief was doing. "Hey, what the hell are you doing with my phone?" he demanded, struggling against the handcuffs again.

Jeonghan just smirked as he continued to go through SCoups phone, his fingers tapping away at the screen. "Just seeing if there's anything useful on here," he stated, his tone nonchalant.

"Damn it, give that back!" Seungcheol snapped, his frustration and anger mounting. "You have no right to go through my phone, you little sneak-"

Jeonghan couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "Oh, relax," he said, his fingers still flying over the screen. "I'm just doing a little research. I thought a big bad gang leader like yourself would have some interesting contacts, you know?"

Seungcheol watched as Jeonghan tossed his phone aside, his mind racing. He wanted to tackle the thief and wipe that smug look off his face, but the damn handcuffs were keeping him in place.

Jeonghan walked around the bed, his eyes roaming over the gang leader's prone form. "You know, S Coups," he said, a hint of mockery in his voice, "You look good like this, all tied up and helpless. It's a good look for you." Jeonghan eyed him. "Well sorry my time's up, I have to go."

Seungcheol's eyes widened as Jeonghan mentioned the automatic handcuffs. "Wait, WHAT? You can't leave me like this, you bastard!" he shouted, struggling against the restraints again.

Jeonghan chuckled, clearly enjoying the gang leader's frustration. "Sorry, S Coups, but I really do have to go," he said, taking a step back towards the door. "And don't worry, those handcuffs will release you in a few minutes. Consider it my parting gift."

Seungcheol growled with frustration, his body tensing against the cuffs. "You better run, Jeonghan, because when I get out of these, I'm gonna find you, and I'm gonna make you pay for this," he threatened, his voice low and dangerous.

Jeonghan's laughter echoed in his ears as the thief made his escape, the sound of the door closing behind him leaving the gang leader alone and handcuffed to the bed.

Seungcheol's anger and frustration boiled over, but there wasn't much he could do until those damn handcuffs released him. He lay there, his mind racing, silently cursing Jeonghan's name.

A few days had passed since Jeonghan's visit, and Seungcheol was still fuming. The memory of being handcuffed and at Jeonghan's mercy still boiled his blood. He had tried to track the thief down, but Jeonghan was a slippery little bastard, always one step ahead.

Seungcheol was currently in his office, brooding and grumbling. His men dared not approach, knowing that he was in a foul mood. Suddenly, one of his men burst into the room, his face looking pale and panicked.

"Boss," he gasped, his voice trembling. "We've got a problem."

Seungcheol's eyebrows shot up. "What is it?" he barked, his irritation rising.

"It's Jeonghan," the man said, gulping nervously. "He just hit our warehouse on the other side of town. Took everything we had stored there. And... he left a message."

Seungcheol's eyes narrowed, that familiar feeling of anger and frustration building in his chest. "What kind of message?" he growled, his fists clenching.

The man hesitantly handed over a piece of paper. Seungcheol snatched it from him and quickly scanned the contents. It didn't take him long to realize what it was- a clear message from Jeonghan, taunting and mocking.

"Hello Scoups. Your warehouse was quite a good place but unfortunately I need some thing from there. So there was a havoc finding those and it became a mess. Hope you won't be mad or grumpy.

Yours little thief
1004 or should I say Jeonghan?"

"That little bastard is playing with fire," Seungcheol muttered, his grip on the note tightening. "He knows I'll come after him now. He's taunting me, trying to piss me off."

"What are you going to do, boss?" the man asked, his voice still trembling.

Seungcheol looked up, his eyes burning with determination. "What do you think?" he snapped. "I'm gonna find that little thief. And when I do, I'm gonna make him regret messing with me and my gang."

Meanwhile, Jeonghan was sitting on the couch with Haneul, the child snuggled up against his side. He was watching some cartoons on the TV, his attention split between his son and the show. He had just come back from a successful heist, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

Jeonghan couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered his encounter with SCoups. The gang leader had been so easy to rile up, and the sight of him handcuffed to the bed was something Jeonghan couldn't get out of his head.

Jeonghan's mind drifted back to that moment, and he felt his cheeks flush as he remembered kissing him. The gang leader's lips had been so soft, so responsive, and the feel of his scarred skin under Jeonghan's touch had been oddly erotic.

The thief had never expected to react to someone like that, especially not to a tough, intimidating gang leader like SCoups.

But as much as Jeonghan tried to push it from his mind, the memory of him kept creeping back in. The feel of his body beneath Jeonghan's, the way he had reacted to Jeonghan's touch... it was something the thief couldn't forget. And he had a feeling that he hadn't either.

Jeonghan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn't afford to get distracted thinking about him. He had a son to take care of, a life to lead. But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they crossed paths again.

Would he confront him, or would he try to avoid him? Jeonghan couldn't predict the gang leader's next move, and that uncertainty only fueled his curiosity even more.

Jeonghan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his mind still swirling with thoughts of SCoups. He knew he needed to stay focused and keep his distance from the gang leader, but the temptation to see him again was stronger than he cared to admit.

Perhaps it was curiosity or attraction, or maybe a mix of both. Whatever it was, Jeonghan couldn't shake the feeling that their worlds would intersect once more, sooner or later.

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I thought of giving some warning beforehand but nvm...