”Don’t do it to me.”

Jisung mumbled under his breath, a confident woman having his whole body burning up just by dancing with her at the club. He was supposed to stay focused, he had a mission. His mission? To keep an eye out for any kind of danger while his boss was upstairs. “Focused, I’m focused.” He kept telling himself, yet his hands wandered to her hips as he was dancing with her, falling too deep into her trap. Like a fantasy right in front of him, there was no stopping her now, and he knew that. The club lights flashing, the music blaring, the scent of alcohol coming off of both of them, he had forgotten about the task on hand, completely hypnotized by the way she moved. It had his mind twisted, but still he had to have her.

Little did he know that you were working for the enemy, working to distract him so men could slip by his sight.