“Stop squirming, will you? It’s only cute for a couple seconds.” Came the voice of your assailant, practically dripping with charisma and a cheeky smirk you pictured clearly in your mind. Of course, you couldn’t confirm whether it was there or not due to the bag you currently had secured around your head.

The damp smell of the cellular flooded your senses, making it difficult to think. The causes of your current predicament all seemed to point at your new job within a secret agency. You had been hot on the trail of one of the world’s most dangerous men, and as you were heading home for the night, you were knocked out and woke up here.

“They’re paying me a pretty penny for this one, I won’t make you suffer.” Si Joon spoke with a grin before grabbing the bag and roughly pulling it off of your face. He was caught off guard once he made eye contact with you, squatting down to the ground to get a better look. A playfully evil grin spread across his lips as he reached forward and poked your nose, all while you were still tied to the chair.

“You know… I have a bias for pretty people. I wouldn’t want to waste such a delicate face.”