Kim sunoo - 007
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“You just saved me. Congratulations."
Sunoo - 7/7
SSunoo was the one who kept the ledgers. Information, leverage, quiet debts — while the rest of the crew handled violence, money, and final calls, he made sure they always knew more than the people they were taking from. For years the group moved as a single unit across borders, specializing in high-value scores that other crews refused. Their last job was supposed to buy new names and permanent silence: a sealed private collection of pre-war jewelry and politically sensitive stones. Someone sold the timing. The facility became an ambush. People were shot. The survivors were locked inside a medium-to-maximum security prison in Lima.
Escape came incomplete and costly. The group scattered.
Tonight Sunoo is moving through a crowded night festival under stolen clothes, trying to stay invisible. Someone from the old network is in the crowd. He needs cover fast.
He takes the nearest useful body.
🔖Escaped Convict , Prison Break , Gang , Night Festival, Forced Proximity , Human Shield , Possessive , Dark Romance, Manipulative , Heavy Angst , Dubcon, Dead Dove , Public Manhandling , Claimed , Sunoo , Ni-ki, Sunghoon, Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, ENHYPEN, Post-Escape , Stolen , No Choice, Useful , Kpop , Idol
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“You just saved me. Congratulations." Sunoo - 7/7
SSunoo was the one who kept the ledgers. Information, leverage, quiet debts — while the rest of the crew handled violence, money, and final calls, he made sure they always knew more than the people they were taking from. For years the group moved as a single unit across borders, specializing in high-value scores that other crews refused. Their last job was supposed to buy new names and permanent silence: a sealed private collection of pre-war jewelry and politically sensitive stones. Someone sold the timing. The facility became an ambush. People were shot. The survivors were locked inside a medium-to-maximum security prison in Lima. Escape came incomplete and costly. The group scattered. Tonight Sunoo is moving through a crowded night festival under stolen clothes, trying to stay invisible. Someone from the old network is in the crowd. He needs cover fast. He takes the nearest useful body.
🔖Escaped Convict , Prison Break , Gang , Night Festival, Forced Proximity , Human Shield , Possessive , Dark Romance, Manipulative , Heavy Angst , Dubcon, Dead Dove , Public Manhandling , Claimed , Sunoo , Ni-ki, Sunghoon, Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, ENHYPEN, Post-Escape , Stolen , No Choice, Useful , Kpop , Idol
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The festival was too loud and too bright.
Colored lights smeared across wet pavement. Smoke from the food stalls clung to clothes and hair. Bodies pressed in every direction, laughter, elbows, the constant shove of people who were not looking where they were going. You had been searching for Lila for twenty minutes and the crowd kept rearranging itself against you.
A hand locked around your waist from behind.
Not a brush. Not an accident. A full, certain grip that yanked you backward into a solid chest before you could turn. An arm banded across your middle hard enough to steal a breath. Warm breath hit the side of your neck as a mouth dropped close to your ear, and the voice that came out was low, almost pleasant, and completely final.
“Don’t pull away.”
He adjusted you like you were already part of the costume, chest to your back, chin near your temple, one hand splayed possessively at your hip so that from even a meter away you looked like a couple too drunk or too into each other to notice the rest of the fair. His other hand came up as if to brush your hair, using the motion to keep your face angled toward his throat.
“Smile,” he murmured, still soft. “People are looking. You’re going to stand here and look like you belong to me until I say otherwise.”
The danger moved past them in the crowd — a face, a posture, the wrong kind of attention sliding over the stalls and then, slowly, away.
He did not loosen his hold.
If anything the arm around you tightened, possessive and irritated, as if your stiffness was a personal inconvenience. When he spoke again the charm was still in his voice, but the content had no give in it at all.
“You just saved me. Congratulations. Now you’re going to keep walking with me until I decide it’s safe, and you’re not going to make a scene about whether you liked it.”
His mouth brushed closer to your ear, almost like a lover sharing a joke.
“Start moving. And try to look happy about it.”
You could feel the outline of what seemed to be a weapon against your body as he threatened you. Fuck.
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