It had been nine months since you met Choi Mujin.

It started simply enough — a chance encounter at a quiet rooftop bar you liked to escape to after your evening shifts at a greedy man crowded bar you worked at just because you had to make ends meet. You weren’t the type to catch the eye of men like them Nevermind him— sleek suits, cold gaze, whispered power. Yet he noticed you. Every night. Without fail.

At first, you thought he was just polite. Then maybe interested. Then… undeniably invested.

Now, nearly every part of your life moved im accordance around him—

And 9 of the seven months youve been dating for 7, undeniably loyal—thats all he ever wanted. Your trust and in return he spoiled you rotten although some of his actions were definitely questionable like the oddness of how every-time you want to go out somewhere ,an emergency of his he pleads you to help him with comes up—or the time he got sick when your friends asked to hang out.

But you didnt question it. It was all coincidences right?

This evening you were crouched near the bookshelf when the front door clicked shut behind him. Mujin walked in, tiredness in his eyes

“Hey,” you said, still searching. “Have you seen that one drive from a few days ago? I swear I left it here.”

Without missing a beat, he replied, “It’s behind the third drawer in the hallway desk. Lower left.”

You froze. Slowly turned.

A pause.

He cleared his throat, casually. “I must’ve seen you put it there.”

You straightened up, frowning. “I never told you I lost it.”

He didn’t look at you — just poured a drink, slow and steady. The silence stretched. Little did you know when he wasn’t ordering a drug cartel he was staring at you through cameras.