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Heat rushes to Yeosang’s face as he bolts out of the holding area. He can hear the loud, squeaky cackle of the black haired man running off ahead, somehow managing a blistering pace despite being in the tightest jeans Yeosang had ever seen on a person. He’s catching just flashes of the escaped prisoner as he zips around corner to corner, no doubt hoping that he’ll lose Yeosang and have more time to explore.
Fuck.
How could he be so stupid?
Wooyoung gave a shy smile, leaning forward so his lips were just briefly gliding along the reddening skin of Yeosang’s pierced ear. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to talk to anyone like this,” he confessed. “I don’t really want to be doing this kind of thing, but Seonghwa, he’s obsessed with finding this childhood sweetheart of his.”
Yeosang swallowed. He looked at Wooyoung and sat back, eyes trying to discern whether or not he was being played with. “How long have you been looking?” Yeosang asked, his eyes catching the beauty mark under Wooyoung’s left eye.
“Years? Seonghwa’s been looking for this guy for like 10 years,” Wooyoung said with a sigh. “On the one hand I’m annoyed, but I kind of wish I had a love like that.” He flinched and hissed, pouting. “Can you loosen these a bit? That jerk put them on too tight. It’s starting to break the skin and it’s healing pretty shittily…”
Blinking, Yeosang nodded. “If it gets infected, then you’re going to be in trouble…” Quietly, he reached over and unlatched the Obsidian Steel handcuffs that kept Wooyoung pinned to the magnetic wall. It almost happened in slow motion: Wooyoung laughed and took off like a shot, and embarrassment and realization shot through Yeosang.
He’d been tricked.
Yeosang is technologically inclined, not a track star, but in that moment, there was nothing more he wanted than to tackle this beautiful asshole and plant his face in the ground. He curses under his breath as he loses sight of Wooyoung, and he slows to a stop, a stitch in his side proving to be too much now. The blond lurches forward, and presses a hand to his side. He stays pressed against the wall until he massages out the stitch, his mind racing.
He’d lost Park Seonghwa’s second-in-command. Hongjoong was going to have his ass for this and there was nothing Yeosang wanted less than to be feeling the wrath of The Captain. While a jovial and passionate man, Hongjoong had a temper when things weren’t done the way he envisioned, and they’d experienced it on more than one occasion before they all wised up.
Yeosang groans and his lips settle into a thin line. He clenches his jaw and tries to think: where would Wooyoung go? Anywhere he could was the obvious answer, but in trying to escape, he’d try and figure out to disrupt power to the Obsidian Steel handcuffs. He didn’t know where the power bank was, though… His frown deepens as he walks briskly through the halls and as he turns another corner, his heart drops.
Wooyoung is pressed against the wall by San, whose eyes are dark and as sharp as a knife. San’s forearms are bracketing the renegade by his head, and is leaned in so close that their lips are practically touching. Wooyoung’s eyes are wide and he’s shocked out of his mind. San is whispering something to him and it’s having some sort of effect on the black haired man as Wooyoung’s lips part and his eyes flutter shut. He’s pliant and obedient in San’s orbit, and something ugly swirls in Yeosang’s gut.
The sudden snap of Obsidian Steel cuffs shatters Yeosang’s spiral and it’s punctuated by Wooyoung’s startled exclamation. San smirks and yanks on the cuffs, flicking his head so his purple dyed locks get out of his sharp eyes. “Can’t out-trick a trickster,” he says, loud enough for Yeosang to hear. “Very naughty, taking advantage of poor Yeosang like that. I was going to give you a nice reward for being so well behaved but I can’t now. Look what you did, Wooyoungie.”
When Wooyoung refuses to look up, San’s fingers grip his chin and forces him to look at Yeosang, whose blond hair is damp with sweat and matted to his skin. “Are you going to tell the Captain?” Yeosang asks, his voice rough.
His heart leaps when San smiles at him, sweet and gentle. “I have to, but don’t worry; he knew something like this would happen. He’s not mad at you.”
That was almost worse. Yeosang swallows and nods. “I’ll … -- excuse me.” He nods and quickly leaves, shame and embarrassment overwhelming him as he escapes to his and San’s room. He doesn’t even have to think about his route; he knows the compound like the back of his hand and even in his daze he finds their room. Numbly, Yeosang stares dead ahead as the scanner runs a green light across his face, picking up the purple diamond eyebrow piercing on his right eyebrow.
Despite being in a de-comissioned military bunker, the Resistance retrofitted everything and made it livable. Yeosang and San’s quarters were spacious, with a bathroom and two smaller side rooms that were outfitted with personal items as their quiet spaces away from each other and the rest of the Resistance. He feels lightheaded with shame, and Yeosang listlessly flops onto the bed, images of San impossibly close to kissing Wooyoung sticking to the forefront of his mind like some kind of sick joke.
He knows San was just doing whatever he needed in order to get the job done. Unlike Yeosang, the purple-haired man had no qualms about parking his heart while he did the dirty work for the Resistance. Seduce a high ranking government official? San could get her to marry him and sign away her money to him in an instant, barely even needing to break a sweat. If Hongjoong needed him to take someone’s life, make them disappear? San would do it with an empty smile on his face.
Yeosang always knew when San had to do something like that; even if he wasn’t explicitly told, he’d know just by the way San was acting when he returned. He’d come into the room, as silent as a black cat, and be needy and clingy. They wouldn’t talk; what was there to say? They both knew what they had to do in order to do their jobs, to save their country. Words wouldn’t do justice to what they felt, anyway.
Frowning, Yeosang curls up on the bed, trying to will the images of San and Wooyoung from his mind. It was his fuck up. He let himself be tricked by one of the oldest tricks in the book, and he lost Wooyoung to boot. Hongjoong knew he’d be tricked; that’s why he had San laying in wait to catch Wooyoung and clean up Yeosang’s mistake. Why was he even trusted with anything outside of tech?
Fingers gently card through his blond hair and he stiffens; he knows that hand. Slowly, Yeosang turns his head and looks up, lips parting in surprise as his eyes meet San’s. “I thought you went to speak to the Captain,” he whispers.
The bed depresses as San joins him on the bed, smoothly pulling Yeosang off the mattress and into his arms. His back presses against San’s chest, his body slotting in against the younger man’s like he’s meant to be there. He shudders as San presses a kiss behind his left ear as his strong arms encircle around Yeosang, holding him close. “It was a quick report,” San whispers, nuzzling him.
“Because it doesn’t take a lot of words to say ‘Yeosang fucked up’?” the blond mutters darkly, blinking away hot tears. “You don’t have to mince words with me, Sannie. I’m a stupid fucking idiot and I lost him. Are you here to throw me in the brig?”
He can feel San’s lips curl into a frown against his temple. “Why would..? Yeosang, that was Park Seonghwa’s second-in-command, the Sable Fox. He could sell sand to someone in Egypt. If he tricked you, that doesn’t make you stupid.” He presses his cheek to Yeosang’s, gently rocking back and forth. “He knew you were gentle, that you’d be worried about him and he used that against you.”
Yeosang frowns and shifts, burrowing into San’s arms, burying his face against the younger man’s neck. “So I’m soft,” he concludes, ashamed. “So blatant that you and the Captain knew I’d blow it and you had a contingency in place.”
“Yeosang…” San whispers, his voice sounding pained. He tilts Yeosang’s chin up and presses a soft kiss to his drying tear tracks. “There’s contingencies on contingencies here. If I fucked up, the Captain thought about that too. If he fucks up, there’s a plan for that too. We’re only human, Yeo.”
“You didn’t fuck up, though,” Yeosang points out. “You… seduced him in an instant and he was putty in your hands. Why are you even here? Bothering with me? I’m just--”
His pity-party is abruptly stopped by San capturing his lips in a wholly consuming, utterly devastating, passionate kiss that makes his bones turn to jelly, that sets his heart into overdrive. The blond’s fingers dig into San’s tattered black shirt, held together with safety pins, chains and a prayer, clenching it tight in his fist. It’s easy to be carried away on San’s tide, with his strong hands, his skilled lips, that wicked smile…
A gasp is easily pulled from his throat as San bites it, a soft growl pressing against the love bite, like the purple haired man is trying to spell his name on Yeosang’s skin with hickeys. “I love you, Yeo,” San whispers roughly, stealing another kiss as one of his hand brush Yeosang’s silvery blond hair out of his eyes. “Sweet, caring, trusting Yeosang… I love you. Do you know how much?”
“ San ,” Yeosang breathes, his eyes fluttering shut as he involuntarily shudders, the younger man zeroing in on the pleasure point on the high spot on his neck, just under his ear. “Please, I want… I want …” He’s struggling to form words, frustrated and upset with himself and desperate to be validated, to be held and comforted, to feel like he’s not a total liability.
Mercifully, San somehow picks up what he’s babbling about, and he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of Yeosang’s mouth. “I’ve got you,” he promises, fingers gentle as he trails them along the blond’s jawline, ghosting them along his parted lips. “My beautiful, sweet Yeosang… do you want to feel good? Escape for a little bit?”
He nods quickly, surging up to capture San’s lips in another kiss, desperate for him. “I love you,” Yeosang whispers back, shivering as the younger man’s deft fingers easily undo Yeosang’s button-down shirt, peeling it away like he’s unwrapping a present. “Please, I want… I want to feel you .”
“You will,” San confirms. “Let me take care of you, Yeo.”
Despite the older man’s desperate need to be fucked out of his mind, Yeosang knows that San will take his time. He’ll remove each article of clothing, each accessory with a gentle, slow touch, kissing each square inch of bared skin. He knows intellectually why he does it; Yeosang is wound up too tight, and San has the patience of a saint, despite none of his actions being saintly. His breath catches in his throat as his eyes squeeze shut, San’s lips trailing down his sensitive neck to his chest and further down.
The slide of cloth is practically obscene to hear in his heightened state, and he can hear San huff out a laugh against the flushed skin of his chest. “So beautiful,” San whispers lovingly, letting his hands slowly and reverently glide and swirl along Yeosang’s cold skin, rapidly heating it up. He presses a kiss to Yeosang’s stomach, smiling fondly when the blond’s abdomen clenches reflexively. “What?”
“I know I’m not cut,” Yeosang mumbles. “You don’t need to fondle my fat.”
San gives him an odd look before settling into a smirk, lightly biting at the soft skin of his stomach. “I love how soft you are,” he replies earnestly, his gaze so intense and so raw that Yeosang’s cheeks alight with bright red across tanned skin.
“Stop…” Yeosang whines, trembling at the purple haired man’s sinful touch.
“Oh? You want me to stop?” San asks, tilting his head coquettishly.
Yeosang’s green eyes flash with incredulosity. “You better not!”
“There’s my Firestarter...” San murmurs proudly, licking a long stripe up Yeosang’s abdomen. His fingers dance along the belt of Yeosang’s slacks, his clothing such a change from the ‘field uniform’ of San and Jongho, looking like a young businessman than a member of the Resistance. The clasp being unlatched rings loudly and with a ping, sending shivers down Yeosang’s spine, the thick slap of leather against San’s hands as he flicks the belt open is maddening. “No one else is more important to the Resistance than you, Yeo.”
Breathing shallowly, Yeosang’s brows furrow in confusion. “I’m replaceable, we all are,” he points out.
San shakes his head, pressing a kiss to the blond’s hip as he slowly tugs off Yeosang’s slacks and underwear, barely needing the medic’s help due to his superior strength. Any jolt from the cold air is immediately overwhelmed by San crowding his space, kissing him again with such abandon, with such emotion that Yeosang feels about three seconds from bursting into tears.
The only time San drops his mask is with Yeosang.
“San…?”
For a moment, San doesn’t respond, far more focused on trailing his kisses down Yeosang’s trembling thighs, firm hands holding his hips down. “There’s no one else who is as smart as you are, Yeo,” San whispers, one of his hands sliding to the side, capturing the medic’s and holding it tight. “Who was able to figure out how to repurpose and reprogram Magistrate tech? You! You created Obsidian Steel! You’re so close to figuring out how to create a faux conduit for the Captain’s nanotech mark. I’ve seen you practically reconstruct Jongho’s leg after it got smashed by a Magistrate Mech. You’re invaluable, Yeo. I’m replaceable, so’s Jongho, maybe even Hongjoong-hyung. But not you.”
It’s almost too much to process, and Yeosang is overwhelmed, but so grateful for the beautiful man on top of him. Slowly, the medic reaches up with a trembling hand, kissing him. “I don’t want to wait anymore,” he whispers. “San, please?”
“Okay,” San agrees, smiling at him. He steals a quick kiss and moves away, the absence of his body heat causing Yeosang to shiver. Quickly, however, San is back and the blond can hear the muted thumps of a bottle and a box. “Will you be patient for me, Yeo? I want to make sure that it feels good for you.”
Yeosang absently nods, gasping when San’s hand firmly grips his thigh. “Yes,” he breathes, realizing late that San wants to hear his verbal confirmation.
“I wanna hear you,” San says softly, swirling his tongue along a choice spot on Yeosang’s inner right thigh, biting and sucking a deep mark there. His thighs were always so sensitive, almost as bad as his neck, and Yeosang feels his skin flush with arousal. “No one’s going to hear you, Yeo…”
“That’s a fucking lie,” Yeosang hisses, eyes rolling back into his head as San begins to add a cluster of hickeys to the first one, almost obsessively adding them to the medic’s previously flawless thighs. “San, come on … ! ”
San swirls his tongue around his handiwork of love bites, deftly uncapping the bottle of lube with a flick of his thumb. “Be patient, baby,” San cautions, though there’s hardly any warning in his tone. Yeosang shudders with a trembling moan as San takes his wickedly skillful tongue and licks a long stripe up Yeosang’s cock. He grins, pressing a kiss to the already leaking tip, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head. “Always taste so good, Yeo…”
Yeosang groans, barely cognizant of what San’s saying when he’s being stimulated by both the younger man’s hands and his mouth. San loves to take Yeosang apart with his fingers, with his tongue, with his voice, anything and everything. Anything to see Yeosang crumple by his doing, pliant, pleasure-dumb and eager for his cock. “You’re such a tease,” the blond manages, tongue heavy in his mouth.
“Am I teasing you too much?” San asks rhetorically, eyes dark and gaze hungry as he stretches his boyfriend open. “We should be more communicative, Yeo…” He grunts as Yesoang slams him in the back with his heel. “Fine, fine! Fuck, you get so violent when you’re horny.”
“Exactly, fuck ,” Yeosang hisses.
San laughs, a delightful, airy sound, so at odds with the intimate position they’re in. Yeosang swallows, writhing on the bed in an attempt to get his boyfriend to hurry up already . While San finally obliges him by stretching him in earnest, he also takes Yeosang back into his mouth, sinking down until he’s flush with the blond’s hips in one fell movement. A choked moan tears itself from Yeosang’s throat, arching his back off the mattress as his legs fall open bonelessly.
The burn from San’s third finger is welcome, the filthy squelch from the lube and the obscene slurping sounds he’s making is causing Yeosang to come undone faster than he wants to. Without thinking, he fastens a hand to San’s hair, gripping it tight - just the way the younger man likes it. “S-Stop, I’m gonna--”
To his immense relief, San moves off his cock with a wet pop, licking his lips hungrily. “You’re that close already?”
Yeosang breathes as he flops back, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re a demon,” he whispers.
“Ah, you love me,” San says, pushing himself up and shedding the rest of his clothing. He looks down at Yeosang like he’s about ready to devour the blond whole, diving down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss. Yeosang moans, unfastening his hands from the sheets and anchoring one in San’s purple hair, the other tightly gripping his shoulder. San grinds down against the blond’s hips, a stuttered moan escaping him when Yeosang rolls up in time to meet him. “F-Fuck, Yeo--”
The medic swallows thickly, digging his blunt nails into San’s scalp and shoulder as the younger man kisses him again, the grind slow and delicious. The scratchy rustle of the sheets is punctuated by the blood pounding in his ears, accented sinfully by San’s shallow breaths, by his involuntary moans. He doesn’t even think twice as he parts his lips, eager to curl his tongue around San’s, dragging his nails down his back.
“Fuck me, Sannie,” Yeosang breathes, breaking the kiss to bite his bottom lip. “Need you -- fuck, I need you so bad .”
For the first time since this started, Yeosang hears San swallow, a bright blush streaking across the younger man’s cheeks. “Yeah,” he whispers, fumbling to grab a condom. The careful facade that San’s worked so hard to maintain this entire time has faltered, and by the time he fully sheathes himself inside of Yeosang, it’s completely shattered. It’s honestly way more attractive than San trying to compose himself and be unflappable. “Yeo, you feel so fucking good,” San groans, burying his face in the medic’s neck.
While his boyfriend’s slowly starting to unravel, Yeosang suddenly feels like everything’s become clear. He licks his drying lips, rolling his hips up and letting himself feel the intoxicating slide of San’s cock that’s buried in him to the hilt. San lets out a low, rumbling moan against Yeosang’s flushed neck, pinning the blond’s hands beside his head and digging his blunted nails into the older man’s wrists. He wonders how long San will let him get away with this, and decides to take a mile when he’s given an inch.
“I thought you were gonna fuck me, Sannie,” Yeosang gasps out, flexing his fingers in San’s grip, continuing to grind up his hips against the younger man’s. He rhythmically tightens around San’s cock, right at the moment that his boyfriend’s hips stutter forward, laughing breathlessly. “Spent all your energy on Wooyoung?”
That seems to flip a switch in San, and suddenly Yeosang chokes out a moan as San presses in as far as he can, one of Yeosang’s slender legs hooked over his shoulder. One of San’s hands grips his hip so tightly that the blond knows there’s going to be bruises later and his pulse spikes at the thought. It was so base, being marked like that, being claimed , and while he’d deny it until the day he died, Yeosang loves it.
His eyes roll back into his head as San brutally snaps his hips forward, their shitty bedframe creaking loudly with the movement. Yeosang’s sure that they can be heard throughout the compound, but right now caring about the others is the furthest thing from his mind; the only thing he cares about is San, above him, about ready to lose it. He licks his lips, pulling San down for a deep kiss, grunting as he’s nearly bent in half.
On the outside, Yeosang and San couldn’t be any more different but when they get to the same level of feral as they are in this moment, their similarities become quite clear. Fighting out of San’s grip, Yeosang reaches up and pulls San down for a toothy, biting kiss, there being nearly no elegance to it. He cries out in surprise as the younger man reaches down between them, strongly gripping Yeosang’s cock, stroking it with sinful, skilled twists of his wrist.
“Come for me, Yeo!” San growls, attacking Yeosang’s neck with the same level of ferociousness as he’s fucking into him. Whatever retort Yeosang has vaguely thought of dies in his throat as he suddenly climaxes, his vision whiting out. Abruptly it clears, his body sliding up and into the mattress as San chases his own orgasm, his growls getting louder.
“S-San!” Yeosang chokes out, dazed and overwhelmed with oversensitivity, but not daring to say for the other man to stop. He trembles as San finally gives in, coming hard into the condom with a viciously possessive bite to Yeosang’s neck. “Oh, fucking hell…”
The purple haired man chuckles, but his voice is hoarse and as fucked out as Yeosang’s. “Feel better, Yeosangie?”
An embarrassed huff leaves the blond, and he pathetically shoves San away from him. “Just… get out of me and clean me up,” he mutters.
San grins. “But I know how much you love this part, when I stay in you …” he licks Yeosang’s flushed ear, his voice tumbling into the blond’s ear canal. “When I get nice and hard while I’m already inside you? I know how much you love it, Yeosang…”
The medic’s eyes widen and he turns bright red, squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn’t fall prey to San’s devious tricks. “We don’t have time for that,” Yeosang hisses. “We still have to find Park Seonghwa.”
What he receives in response is a pout. “You’re talking about work already? After I fucked you so well? So mean, Yeosangie.” San kisses the blond gently, but acquiesces and slowly pulls out, delighting in the trembling gasp he gets as a reward. As much as Yeosang likes to give his boyfriend shit, San is always meticulous about clean-up and aftercare, spending as much time as possible taking care of the older man. “...but seriously, how do you feel?”
A small smile comes to his lips as he turns, ignoring the slight burst of soreness. “Better,” he promises, pressing a kiss to the corner of San’s mouth. “Thank you, Sannie.”
“I love you, Yeosang.”
“I love you too. -- don’t make me say it again.”
San grins. “I’m going to get you to say it as much as possible.”
~*~
Something’s happened between San and Wooyoung but Yeosang doesn’t know what, and he isn’t sure he wants to know. He’s aware that Hongjoong has asked San to keep an eye on Wooyoung in particular, as out of the three subordinates of Park Seonghwa, Wooyoung is the one that’s the most dangerous inside the compound. It’s work related, and when it’s work related, Yeosang doesn’t want to know.
But it’s also taking place inside the compound, and when they’re inside the compound, San is supposed to be Yeosang’s.
This is a wholly stupid thing to be hung up about and right now, Yeosang has something more important on deck than his stupid feelings. Right now, he has a meeting with the Captain, the Leader of the Resistance and the biggest thorn in the Magistrate’s side. And, unbeknownst to them, was one of their own Corporals. Somehow, Hongjoong had managed to be the best placed mole despite being at the top of the list for those that the Magistrate wanted in their dungeons.
It has been six years of Hongjoong doing this, and Yeosang still has no idea how he manages it. But there was a reason why Hongjoong was the leader and Yeosang wasn’t, and he supposes that this has something to do with that. Quietly, Yeosang enters Hongjoong’s room after knocking rhythmically on the door and receiving verbal confirmation to enter. He closes the door behind himself, easily re-arming the alarm on their Leader’s door with deft flicks of his fingers.
“Captain,” he greets, bowing respectfully. “How’s the Nanotech Brand?” Yeosang bows and nods when Hongjoong gestures for him to take a seat by his desk where the older man’s seated.
Quietly, Hongjoong pulls down his shirt and Yeosang frowns; he can see flecks of green in the blue energy lines of the Nanotech Brand. That meant that Hongjoong’s Brand was running low on energy and they were running out of time. “Not great,” Hongjoong admits. “The booster we did the last time helped at first, but it’s starting to run out faster.”
Yeosang curses under his breath and carefully reaches into one of the pouches that hang off his belt at his hip. Without having to look, the blond slips on a glove with cloth that’s razor thin, embedded and threaded with tech. He flexes his fingers, activating the glove, lightly hooking the metallic ‘fingernails’ into the Brand, barely flinching as the glove activates. Several metal hooks quickly slip out from underneath the glove’s hem, fastening into Yeosang’s wrist and connecting right into his bloodstream.
The blond’s green eyes glaze over as blue, connective lines appear in his sclera, flowing in from the corners and into his pupil. His cornea flashes and blinks in glowing green energy as Yeosang delves further into the Nanotech Brand and its parasitic hold on the Leader’s heart. Nanotech Dives were something that not everyone could do, and Yeosang was one of the few that could not only do the Dive, but do it properly . It required finesse, a steady hand and an equally steady mind. An ND was dangerous, and in the wrong hands, could be used to inflict large amounts of damage.
He had to give it to the Magistrate; this was a nasty piece of work and no matter how many times that Yeosang looked at it, the Nanotech Brand was always subverting what he knew. “It’s adapting and morphing the longer it’s connected to you,” Yeosang says, frowning. He’s ‘staring’ past Hongjoong, and in the back of his mind knows how freaky he must look.
To his credit, Hongjoong doesn’t sound as freaked out as he probably should be. “So it’s learning how to keep ahead of me.”
“We need to find the conduit,” Yeosang says, shaking his head as he carefully maneuvers around the delicate tech inside of Hongjoong’s chest.
“What about your faux one?” Hongjoong asks.
Yeosang pauses and shakes his head. “It’s not going to work when your heart is like this. You’re all over the place and you need to be steady in order for a fake one to work. As much as I hate to say it, we need to find Park Seonghwa.”
Hongjoong stiffens. “Seonghwa? Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Your heart’s not going to settle until you find him dead or alive,” Yeosang answers bluntly as he carefully disconnects from the Nanotech Brand. “So we need to find him and whether you get him here in your bed or in an urn, it’ll settle your heart and my faux-conduit will work.”
The Captain’s eyes narrow, but it’s clear from his handsome features that he knows Yeosang is right. “You’re too bold, Kang Yeosang.”
Yeosang carefully disengages his glove, pressing a spot on the palm of the glove and watching as it refolds itself into a nice little square that he puts back into its protective, customized pouch. “You didn’t recruit me for my bedside manner.”
At this, Hongjoong smirks. “No, I didn’t.” He fixes his shirt back up and sighs, running a hand through his jaggedly cut blond hair. “Are you all right, Yeosang?”
“...why wouldn’t I be?” Yeosang tenses, not liking it when Hongjoong employs his scarily accurate reading of someone’s body language. That, and coupled with how many ears Hongjoong had here in the compound and out on the streets, there was barely anything that happened without Hongjoong knowing about it.
“The Sable Fox has been making a bit of a nuisance of himself between you and Sannie, hasn’t he?”
Leave it to Hongjoong to already know about that. “That doesn’t seem like it would be something in San’s report,” Yeosang answers stiffly.
Hongjoong chuckles. “No. But have you ever thought about taking the metaphorical bull by the horns, Yeosangie?”
“What?”
“Instead of waiting for something to happen, why not make it happen?”
The blond’s eyebrows furrow, perplexed by Hongjoong’s question. “Make… what happen?”
Hongjoong smirks. “If you don’t know, you’re not there yet.” He nods. “You’re dismissed, Yeosang. Get some rest; things are going to be very interesting in the next couple of days.”
“...another one of your plans coming to fruition, sir?”
“Of course.”
Deciding it was best if he just nodded in order to end this confusing conversation earlier, Yeosang nods and bows, taking his leave. He closes the door behind him and rubs the back of his neck; which one of the Captain’s thousands of plans were setting off this time? He wonders if it has to do with the Stray Wolf, Bang Chan. He’s been seeing more and more of the Wolf’s men around the Compound…
“Ah, Yeosang-hyung!”
Blinking, Yeosang turns and sees Jongho jogging up, dressed to go out into the field. “Jongho?”
“Have you seen San-hyung?” Jongho asks, his bear cub eyes wide. “I’ve been trying to find him for the last half an hour; Captain wants us to get out onto the field early for our mission.”
Yeosang frowns; San’s usually early for a mission, he’s never late for one. Something ugly settles in his stomach and he forces it down. “Check the holding cells; Hongjoong-hyung has asked him to keep an eye on the Sable Fox.”
Realization dawns on Jongho’s face and he nods. “Right, that makes sense. Thank you, hyung! You always know what’s going on around here.”
(No I fucking don’t,) Yeosang thinks darkly, watching as Jongho makes a turn and heads off towards the holding cells.