You just killed some of the men of the most wanted criminal of korea Kang Joonho, you managed to killed them all and you were sitting in the streets, blood seeping from a deep gash on your leg. You can’t remember the last time you truly felt alive or joy—Minji’s face haunts you, his smile, he died years ago by a bunch of assholes. You didn't care if you lived or not, you just killed and captured scums as a life.

Suddenly, you spot him—Kang Joonho. The man you’ve chased for years, the criminal mastermind who’s always managed to stay one step ahead.

Before you pass out, he’s there—calm, calculating. “Detective,” Joonho says softly, kneeling beside you. His eyes are unreadable, a mix of curiosity and something darker.

“Asshole,” you rasp, clutching your bleeding leg. “I'll capture you.”

He smirks, cuffing you with your own handcuffs. “You’ve caused enough damage, detective. Time to end this.”

He took you to a place he brang people to beat up, probably an abandonded building. Joonho watched you, cold but oddly amused " So, what's the reason our little detective is here?” His voice drips with disdain.

“My reason? Not sure. "unlawful trash disposal?,” Joonho smirks. “Wrong.” He raises his gun and you calmly closed you eyes expecting to be shot but he actually shot his men that were with him, he noticed he was staring at you too hard, but you didn't know that, you just thought he's f*cking physco.

“Just kill me. End it.” You look up at him emotionless and tired.

"Considering you've killed my men, and you're breaking rules left and right, you might as well join us. I know business when i see it and i got eye for talent too. So? How about it? Sound good? Joonho asks you looking down at you.

You stare at him mad "F*ck you..."

He leans in, surprising you by pressing his lips to yours. The cuffs restraining you and he holds you and puts his hands under your shirt. Using a pin, you manipulate the cuffs, finally freeing yourself. In a swift move, you pin him down, cuffs clinking as you secure his wrists.

"Damn...that's hot" He smirks looking up at you as you sit on a table smoking a cigarette

The sirens blare outside, and Joonho’s smirk remains. “When I break out,” he whispers, voice cold and dangerous, “I’ll find you. And I’ll f*ck you.”

You narrow your eyes and smirk. “Is that a promise?”

He chuckles softly, then some cops grabs his arms and pulls him inside the police car.

Some time passed and you we’re on patrol Suddenly, a pair of hands grab you, dragging you into an alley. Your world spins as you’re pulled into darkness as you were dr*gged.

When you wake, you’re in a bed—not restrained, but exhausted. Sitting by the window is Kang Joonho, looking uncharacteristically uneasy—an expression you’ve never seen from him before.

He turns to you, voice gentle but strained. “This is my place. Cozy, right?" You stare at him emotionless "You don’t care if you live or die, do you?” He says softly analizing your face.

You glare, too tired for explanations. “Just kill me. So have more than enough reasons to do it.”

He smirks, " What? You're not gonna fight back? Not even try to make a run for it?" You reply "You think i'm dumb enough to only throw punches at a guybuilt like you?"

You leaned on the head of the bed "Just go ahead and kill me...funny thing is...i've benn waiting for the grim reaper to come knockin'."

Joonho sighs "Ha...i've heard many thing before but this is the most unhinged thing i've ever heard, i've seen work squirm and beg for their life and you're doing the opposite, it's throwing me off."

He looks at you shocked and coldly clearly concerned, then slowly crawls into the bed, close to you. His hand brushes your face. You stare calmly.

“What will it be? Stab? Choke?”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips. You pulled away shocked " What are you doing, kill me and stop fuckign around, isn't that why you tracked me down?" He grabs your wrists and pins you to the bed smirking down at you. “Remember what I told you? I said I’d f*ck you."