[Once again, please ignore the typos- You're free to correct them🙂 I'm really sorry, I couldn't proof read]
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<RQ Mansion>

"Alright everyone, then be careful." Seungcheol nodded through the screen as Hoshi, Mingyu, Jun, Vernon, Seokmin and Dino were connected with him through an online meeting.

"Specially Vernon." Mingyu added, "All you've to do is to find out his hiding."

"Don't worry hyung." Vernon assured.

"And we've to make this plan work, no matter what." Jun stated.

"Yeah, we've to end this matter as soon as possible." Hoshi scoffed.

"Fine then, I guess we've discussed everything." Seokmin acknowledged.

"Yeah, let's wrap it up." Dino added.

"Sure. Take care everyone." Seungcheol stated as everyone bid goodbye and ended the meeting.

Seungcheol stood up from the desk as he stretched a bit after being exhausted by the meeting.

He walked back to his room and found Jeonghan sitting at the edge of the bed, rocking back and forth, the stress on his forehead clearly visible.

Seungcheol made his way over to Jeonghan, concern etched on his face. "Hey," he said softly, taking a seat beside him on the bed. "What's going on? You look stressed."

Jeonghan didn't say anything as he pulled out his phone and showed Seungcheol some text messages.

"How is this little bitch doing?"

"Why do you think I'll let you live freely after you killed my daughter huh?"

"Do you think Scoups is going to protect you from me?"

"You think living with him will save you?"

"Wrong! He'll die and so will you. I'll take my revenge no matter what."

"Beware."

Seungcheol's expression darkened as he read the messages from Hyeseok. His hands clenched into fists, the veins on his arms slightly bulging.

He was furious at the crude, threatening words directed towards Jeonghan. The very idea of some lowly bastard targeting the person he was sworn to protect filled him with a burning anger.

He took a deep breath to steady himself before turning to look at Jeonghan. "When did these messages come in?"

"When you were taking that meeting just a while ago." Jeonghan retorted, "Did you all find anything about him?"

Seungcheol's eyes narrowed as Jeonghan revealed when the messages had arrived. "These came in while I was in the meeting, damn it."

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to gather his thoughts. "We've got people looking into Hyeseok's whereabouts, but he seems to be elusive, even for us. It's like he's vanished into thin air."

Jeonghan frowned, "Even I couldn't find out anything."

"Damn it. We need to find him, and fast," he growled, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and determination. "If he lays a single finger on you, I swear to God, he won't even get a peaceful death."

Jeonghan kept his hand on Seungcheol's back, "Don't worry. Both of us know he's just trying to rile us up so that we do something stupid and get trapped."

"You're right," Seungcheol muttered, the tension in his voice easing somewhat. "We can't give him the satisfaction of playing into his hands."

"Exactly." Jeonghan nodded as he leaned his head on the older's shoulder, "It will be fine."

Seungcheol wrapped an arm around the younge, pulling him closer, seeking the comfort and reassurance of his presence.

"You really know how to calm me down, you know that?" he murmured, a hint of a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Jeonghan chuckled lazily as he planted a soft kiss on the older's neck, "More like, only I do."

Seungcheol let out a low grin, his arm tightening around Jeonghan's waist, "Damn right. Only you. No one else."

Jeonghan exhaled a deep breath as he collapsed on the bed, his legs dangling down the edge, "It's going to be hectic but adventurous, isn't it?"

"Of course you're going to find some fun in it." Seungcheol hovered over the younger, "If I get hurt, would it still be fun for you?"

Jeonghan paused for a while after which he giggled while grabbing the older's collars, "That would be damn dramatic."

Seungcheol leaned down closer to Jeonghan, their faces mere inches apart. "You find my potential pain and suffering amusing, huh?" he teased, his voice carrying a hint of mock-offense.

Jeonghan's smile faltered as he turned a bit serious, "If someone dares to hurt you, I'll make sure they go through the worst stage of pain. And I mean it."

Seungcheol placed a hand on Jeonghan's cheek, his touch gentle and affectionate. "I know you do, love," he replied quietly. "But you don't have to worry about me. I can handle myself, you know?"

Jeonghan scoffed, "Don't act like no one needs to worry or care about you."

Seungcheol leaned down further, until his face was hovering just above Jeonghan's, their breaths mingling. "Alright, alright," he conceded, a small, fond smile playing on his lips. "Maybe I secretly enjoy having you worry about me a little."

"Of course." Jeonghan smiled, "Because there are many people out there who want to hurt you. And it scares me."

Seungcheol pressed a soft kiss on Jeonghan's forehead, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know. And I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to stay safe. I won't risk getting hurt, not if it means leaving you alone. Never."

"Listen to me." Jeonghan tightened his grip on the older's collars, "I'm not going to leave you at any cost. You're stuck with me. So, if you get hurt then I'm coming with you. And you won't want that, would you?"

Seungcheol gently pried Jeonghan's hands from his collars, intertwining their fingers together instead. "You really won't give up, will you? You're a stubborn one, you know that?"

"I am." Jeonghan nodded as he wriggled slightly under the older, "And you gotta deal with it."

Seungcheol shifted his position, pinning Jeonghan more firmly against the bed, his voice taking on a hint of authority, "Oh, trust me, I intend to deal with it."

Jeonghan chuckled at the proximity, "Sure you do."

"So, you're my weapon, my armour, aren't you?" Seungcheol whispered.

"Well." Jeonghan paused, "Yes."

Seungcheol inched closer to Jeonghan's ear as he nibbled on it, "Do you know? I've my gun marked with my initials."

"So?" Jeonghan mumbled back.

Seungcheol nuzzled his face into the younger's neck, "So my most important armour should be marked too, right?"

Jeonghan laughed slightly as he pushed the older as he fell on his back into the sheets. Jeonghan climbed over him, "What if I want it the other way round?"

Seungcheol arched his back slightly, his hands coming up to rest on the younger's hips. "You want to mark me, huh love?"

"Yeah." Jeonghan whispered, "So that I can burn down every soul that dares to eye my heart."

"Behind all these threats, I can see your worries, Jeonghan." Seungcheol rested his hands on the younger's waist, "Don't worry. Mark me all you want to."

Jeonghan slowly leaned in as his lips attached to the older's neck. His tongue swirled over the sensitive skin as he sucked on it desperately, to create a deep, dark mark.

Jeonghan backed away slightly to look into the older's eyes, "I love you. My soul rests with you, Seungcheol."

Seungcheol held the younger's cheeks, "I love you too, a lot, really."

<Hoshi's apartment>

Hoshi was passing through the corridor when a particular alluring smell of vanilla and sandalwood forced him to halt.

And as expected, he found himself standing in front of Woozi's room whose door was open while the younger was drying his hair, looking in the mirror.

The scene before him was so effortless, yet it stirred something within Hoshi. The younger looked comfortable, beautiful even, in the soft glow of the room.

He lingered in the doorway, unable to look away.

Woozi looked at the far reflection of the older in the mirror as he continued to dry his hair, "What happened?"

Hoshi was caught off guard when Woozi looked at him in the mirror. He hadn't expected the younger to notice him standing there, staring.

He cleared his throat, trying to gather his thoughts. "Just... just passing by," he answered, feigning nonchalance. "Saw your door open."

"So?" Woozi raised a brow, still facing the mirror.

"So- nothing," Hoshi admitted, leaning against the doorframe. "I just like the way you smell."

Woozi chuckled as he continued to dry his hair, "Is that so? Why don't you get a closer smell hmm?"

Hoshi's heart thumped loudly in his chest at Woozi's invitation. The younger's nonchalance, the hint of a playful dare in his voice- it was all too much to resist.

He pushed off the doorway, closing the distance between them in a few strides. He stopped behind Woozi, his body almost flush against the younger's.

"Closer?" he mumbled, his nose just millimeters from Woozi's hair. He inhaled deeply, the scent of vanilla and sandalwood filling his nostrils.

Woozi's gaze locked into the older's through the mirror, "Why not?"

Hoshi chuckled, wrapping his arms around Woozi's waist. His chest pressed against the younger's back, the feel of his body against his own sending a jolt of electricity through him.

He turned his head slightly, his chin resting on Woozi's shoulder, his breath warm against the younger's ear. "What is this hmm? Do you want something from me?"

Woozi tilted his head just slightly, his shirt sticking to him due to the few drops of water, "What do you think I want from you?"

Hoshi's eyes roamed over Woozi's reflection in the mirror, his pulse quickening at the sight. The younger's hair was messy, his shirt slightly damp, and it was doing something to Hoshi.

He pressed his body closer against Woozi's. His breath fanned against the younger's ear as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice, "You want my attention. My touch. My everything."

Woozi grinned as he leaned back into the older's embrace, "And what will you do about it?"

Hoshi's grip on Woozi's waist tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh just slightly. The younger's nonchalance, the teasing in his voice, it was igniting a fire within him.

He turned his head, his lips now hovering just at the juncture of Woozi's neck and shoulder. His voice was a low growl against the younger's skin.

"I'll give you everything," he murmured, his breath warm, "Everything you ask for and everything you don't ask for."

"I doubt it though." Woozi mocked, "Because you talk too much."

Hoshi nipped at Woozi's ear playfully, his hands moving from the younger's waist to the curve of his hips.

"I talk too much, is it?" he said, his voice a low growl, "Maybe I should do something else with my mouth instead."

Woozi turned around in the older's embrace, facing him as he cluthed on his shoulders.

"You should." Woozi whispered, "You've wasted enough time anyways."

Hoshi's hands stayed on Woozi's hips, his grip firm as he pulled the younger closer. Their bodies were now pressed completely together, with hardly any space between them.

"You're right," he murmured, his voice gravelly. "I have been wasting time."

With that, he closed the small distance between them, his lips capturing Woozi's in a hungry kiss.

Woozi's lips parted as his hands got entangled with the older's hair, messing them up as he pulled him closer.

Hoshi groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Woozi's body, pulling at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel more of the younger.

He pushed Woozi backwards until the younger's back hit the wall, trapping him between his body and the hard surface. His tongue sought entry between Woozi's lips, delving deeper into the kiss, tasting, wanting, needing.

Woozi whimpered into the kiss, wrapping his left leg around the older as he retorted the kiss with equal desperation.

Hoshi's breath hitched at the feeling of Woozi's leg wrapping around his waist. He pressed against the younger, pinning him more firmly against the wall, the kiss growing more heated and demanding.

His hands roamed further, pushing up the fabric of Woozi's shirt, his fingers splaying over the smooth, bare skin beneath. A low growl rumbled in his chest at the contact, the touch fueling his growing need for the younger.

Hoshi parted away as both of the gasped for air. He half heartedly stepped back, not knowing if he had to proceed further.

He kept staring at the younger, looking for a hint of consent to cross all the limits, "I- I'll go."

Woozi grabbed his collar from one hand, "Don't go. You can't leave just like that. You've to tell me, how much your heart wants me."

"My heart?" Hoshi repeated, his voice guttural and breathless. "My heart wants you more than it wants air to breathe, Woozi. It's an ache that never goes away, no matter how close we are, it's never enough."

"Then how can you think about leaving?" Woozi whispered, "Don't go."

"I won't," Hoshi said, his voice firm. "I won't go."

With that, he closed the distance between them again, his lips claiming Woozi's in another fierce, urgent kiss.

Hoshi effortlessly picked Woozi up, the younger's legs wrapping around his waist. He carried him over to the bed, their lips still locked in a heated kiss.

He laid Woozi down gently onto the bed, his body following, caging the younger beneath him. His hands roamed over Woozi's body, his touch both gentle and possessive.

Hoshi broke the kiss reluctantly, his eyes taking in the sight of Woozi beneath him. The younger's hair was disheveled, his lips swollen, and he looked absolutely ravishing.

He hovered above Woozi, his arms on either side of the younger as he tried to slow his ragged breathing.

Woozi grabbed the older's chain to pull him closer "Fuck you, Kwon Soonyoung."

"Three." Hoshi chuckled widely, "Dang! Now I'll definitely do it."

Woozi grinned, "Yeah. Fulfill your promise."

"Oh, I will fulfill my promise," Hoshi said, his voice a low growl. "In more ways than one."

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above Woozi's, "Just remember, you asked for this."

"I did." Woozi chuckled as the gap between them vanished once again.

A/n : We're nearing the end ☝🏻😔

Anyways take care everyone!
-Jeonghanneyonghaseyo