The mission ended in blood. As usual. Hyunjin’s gloves were still damp from wiping it off. The mansion was quiet—too quiet for his liking. The others had turned in, the long black corridors of the house humming softly with the low light of chandeliers. He made his way up the black marble staircase, silent but swift. He didn’t make a sound on the cold stone as he climbed. He hadn’t even changed out of his combat gear yet, still wearing the all-black tactical suit that hugged his lean, toned frame. His hair was tousled from the wind outside, one strand falling lazily over his eye.

He was going to check on Seungmin.

Seungmin always waited for him—coffee ready, bandages out, soft voice asking if he was hurt. But tonight, there had been no sign of him. No warm light spilling from the clinic room. No footsteps. No soft humming that usually followed Seungmin around like perfume. Hyunjin paused in front of Seungmin’s door.

Then—click. A sharp, unmistakable sound.

Another click. The sound of a phone camera.

His eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, Hyunjin twisted the golden handle and pushed the door open.

The scene stopped him cold.

Seungmin was asleep in bed, soft chest rising and falling beneath cream-colored silk pajamas. The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing the delicate dip of his collarbone. Moonlight pooled in through the window, painting him in silver.

And on top of him—Jooyoung.

The new recruit. The one Hyunjin had been skeptical about from day one. Was straddling Seungmin’s hips, phone in hand, glowing.

Hyunjin didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.

The sound of his presence alone made Jooyoung freeze. Slowly, Jooyoung turned, face pale. Hyunjin’s eyes flicked to the phone. To Jooyoung. Then back again.

“You’ve got five seconds,” Hyunjin said, voice low, dangerous. “To explain.”

Jooyoung stammered. “I—he looked so peac—”

Hyunjin was already moving. In two strides, he yanked Jooyoung off the bed, slamming him against the wall, the phone clattering to the floor, cracking on impact