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Gi-Hun woke up every day at five o'clock in the morning to take his daily thirty-minute walk and run a quick errand at the grocery store. He would return home by six o'clock to begin preparing breakfast and his husband’s lunch for work.

Despite following the same routine, Gi-Hun was happy and loved taking care of his husband. In-Ho often teased him by calling him "wifey," a nickname Gi-Hun didn’t mind, as he could relate to his friends’ wives. He enjoyed spending time with them during "girls’ nights out" or enjoying "me time." In-Ho even gave Gi-Hun his credit card to treat himself and his friends.

Gi-Hun managed their household beautifully and always cooked delicious meals, as In-Ho preferred that he didn’t work. Even with a full-time job, In-Ho was supportive and helped Gi-Hun in every way, making Gi-Hun grateful to have such a wonderful husband.

He was almost finished preparing when In-Ho emerged from their bedroom. Gi-Hun glanced at his husband, and his breath hitched at the sight. He always found In-Ho’s messy hair both attractive and endearing. His husband was hot and handsome, and Gi-Hun thanked God for having this sight every day.

"Good morning, my gorgeous wifey," In-Ho greeted, making his way over to Gi-Hun. He embraced him and showered him with kisses.

Gi-Hun smiled; this was one of the things he loved most about his husband. In-Ho was naturally sweet and unafraid to show affection, whether privately or publicly. He was vocal and expressive about his emotions and feelings toward Gi-Hun, and he had been consistent in this ever since they met.

"Good morning, my love," Gi-Hun happily replied. They both sat down and began eating their breakfast.

As they ate, they talked and laughed about random things, starting their day off wonderfully.

After finishing breakfast, In-Ho helped Gi-Hun clear the table and stack the dishes in the sink. When In-Ho offered to wash them, Gi-Hun gently protested, reminding him he'd be late for work if he stayed to clean up. But In-Ho had other plans. Without warning, he pushed Gi-Hun back against the table, taking him completely by surprise.

Lifting Gi-Hun with ease, as if he weighed nothing, In-Ho set him down on the table and captured his lips in a deep, urgent kiss. Gi-Hun moaned involuntarily, parting his lips just enough for In-Ho to slide his tongue inside, exploring and teasing as their mouths moved in sync.

Clothes quickly fell away, leaving them bare and breathless. In-Ho positioned himself between Gi-Hun's legs, his hands roaming over soft, warm skin. He trailed kisses down Gi-Hun's neck, sucking gently as his fingers began to prepare him, careful and deliberate to avoid causing any pain. Gi-Hun gasped, his body responding eagerly as In-Ho's fingers worked him open, stretching and teasing until he was trembling with need.

When In-Ho felt Gi-Hun was ready, he locked eyes with him, silently asking for permission before carefully pushing inside. Gi-Hun moaned, his body arching as he took In-Ho in, inch by inch.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt?" In-Ho asked softly, concern flickering in his eyes even as desire burned through him.

Gi-Hun shook his head, rolling his eyes slightly as he let out another moan, the sensation overwhelming him. That was all the reassurance In-Ho needed.

A low groan escaped In-Ho as he felt himself gripped tightly. He started with slow, steady movements, savouring the heat and closeness, before gradually picking up the pace.

Gi-Hun clung to him desperately, nails digging into In-Ho's back as each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through him. In-Ho quickened his rhythm, driving deeper and harder, leaving Gi-Hun gasping and trembling in his arms.

In-Ho continued to thrust relentlessly until Gi-Hun moaned loudly, his back arching and toes curling as he climaxed without even touching himself. The sight pushed In-Ho over the edge, and with a few more powerful thrusts, he groaned deeply, releasing himself inside Gi-Hun.

Gi-Hun's lips parted slightly as he gazed up at In-Ho, their bodies glistening with sweat and heat, feeling the warmth of In-Ho's release spreading within him.

Breathless, In-Ho collapsed on top of Gi-Hun, their hearts pounding in unison. After a moment, he lifted his head and pressed a tender kiss to Gi-Hun's lips.

"I love you," In-Ho murmured, his voice still heavy with passion.

Gi-Hun smiled, brushing his fingers against In-Ho's damp hair. "I love you too."

They lay there for a few more minutes, savouring the closeness before In-Ho finally scooped Gi-Hun into his arms and carried him to the bathroom. Under the warm spray of the shower, they began to clean up, but In-Ho's stamina proved insatiable.

With water cascading around them, their passion reignited, leading to another heated round beneath the steam and spray, their bodies tangling once more.

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"You're getting late," Gi-hun said, shooting him a pointed look that practically screamed I told you so as he straightened In-ho's tie.

In-ho smiled, brushing off the remark, and pressed a soft kiss to his husband's forehead. "I'm the CEO, wifey. You know that," he teased.

Gi-hun rolled his eyes, unimpressed by the excuse. "Well, you should set a good example for your employees by not being late."

Leaning in, In-ho brought his lips dangerously close to Gi-hun's ear. "What can I say? I'd rather hear you moan than hear clients complain," he whispered, punctuating his words with a playful nibble that sent shivers down Gi-hun's spine.

Gi-hun swatted his shoulder lightly, earning a chuckle from his husband. "Stop. You're going to be late."

"Or..." In-ho trailed off, his hands already wandering as he placed lingering kisses along Gi-hun's neck. "How about I skip work today, and we make love all day instead?"

Gi-hun closed his eyes briefly, letting himself savour the sensation before forcing himself to step back. "You said you have a VVIP client today—and it's a big project. You don't want to miss it."

In-ho sighed, clearly reluctant. "Okay, wifey. You're the boss. I'll see you tonight. I love you."

"I love you too," Gi-hun replied, walking him to the door and waiting as In-ho climbed into the car.

Before driving off, In-ho leaned out for one last kiss. "See you later," he murmured, and Gi-hun smiled, waving as the car disappeared down the street

Gi-hun stepped inside the house and immediately began washing the dishes and tidying up.

Some of his friends often wondered why they didn’t hire a maid despite being wealthy, but Gi-hun preferred to be hands-on when it came to their home and his husband. Besides, he didn’t have a job, so taking care of the household felt like the least he could contribute. In-ho also helped with chores whenever he had time off work, a quality Gi-hun’s friends envied—calling him lucky to have such a thoughtful husband.

After cleaning the kitchen, dining room, and lounge area, Gi-hun made his way to In-ho’s home office. The room was already neat and organized—In-ho had always been meticulous about his personal space—so Gi-hun found the task relatively easy.

While dusting the desk, Gi-hun accidentally knocked over a folder stacked to the side, causing papers to scatter across the floor.

Muttering to himself, he quickly bent down to gather them—only to freeze when his eyes fell on their contents.

They weren’t work documents. Instead, they were utility bills—electricity, water, rent, and phone bills—all for an apartment he didn’t recognize.

Gi-hun’s heart dropped. His hands trembled as his mind raced, struggling to process what he was seeing. His chest tightened, and a wave of cold dread washed over him.

The sudden ringing of his phone startled him out of his spiralling thoughts. With shaky fingers, he fumbled to pull it out of his pocket. The caller ID showed it was In-ho.

Swallowing hard, Gi-hun answered, forcing himself to sound normal.

“H-Hello?”

“Wifey, I won’t be home tonight—I’m so sorry,” In-ho said, his voice warm and apologetic. “I have to finish up the documents because guess what? The VVIP client approved the project, and I need everything ready by tomorrow morning.”

Gi-hun forced a smile, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray him.

“Wow! Congrats, honey! That’s amazing. We should celebrate tomorrow.”

“Absolutely! I already made a reservation at our favourite restaurant for tomorrow night,” In-ho replied cheerfully. “I can’t wait. I love you so much!”

“I love you too,” Gi-hun said softly before ending the call.

The moment the line went dead, the false calm shattered. Gi-hun sank into the chair, his knees weak and his heart hammering in his chest.

His thoughts spun wildly. Was In-ho hiding something? Or—worse—was he cheating?

Memories flooded back—late nights at work, sudden business trips, and unexplained absences. At the time, Gi-hun had brushed them off as normal. But now? Now he wasn’t so sure.

The thought of In-ho—his loving, faithful husband of ten years—being unfaithful felt like a knife to the heart.

Tears blurred his vision as he flipped through the bills again, his hands trembling. He scanned the address listed on the documents and quickly typed it into his phone’s map app.

He had to see it for himself. He had to know the truth—whether In-ho was living a double life or sharing this apartment with someone else.

Clinging desperately to hope, Gi-hun whispered to himself, “Please… let me be wrong.”

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Gi-Hun sat quietly, watching the clock as it ticked closer to six. His chest felt tight, and each passing second seemed to make it worse. But he had made up his mind—there was no turning back tonight.

He double-checked the address on the paper. There couldn't be any mistakes. He had to do this, just once.

Even as doubt crept into his mind, he held onto a small hope. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe In-Ho was still the same faithful husband he had always known. But the uneasiness lingered, growing heavier with every moment.

At exactly six o'clock, Gi-Hun grabbed the documents and his car keys. Without hesitation, he stepped outside, got into his car, and entered the address into his GPS. The drive was two hours.

The location was unfamiliar. As he drove, Gi-Hun couldn't recall In-Ho ever mentioning such a place. He wondered if this was an intentional way to hide something without raising suspicion. If that was the case, it had worked. After ten years of marriage and thirteen years together, Gi-Hun was only learning about this today.

He tried to stay focused on the road, but his thoughts kept drifting. What if his suspicions were true? What would he do? Would he confront In-Ho and end their marriage? Or could he pretend nothing had happened and suggest therapy to fix things?

Gi-Hun sighed heavily. He loved In-Ho deeply. No matter what he found, a part of him wanted to believe they could work through it.

As he got closer to the location, the anxiety in his chest became unbearable. His phone remained silent, and In-Ho hadn't contacted him since a short text at 3 p.m. That wasn't unusual, but tonight it felt significant, like a missing piece of a puzzle he was finally starting to see.

After what felt like an eternity, Gi-Hun arrived. He parked his car a distance from the building. It was large, with four stories and balconies on each level, like a condo than a typical apartment.

He checked the paper again: Apartment 456.

Gi-Hun entered the building, relieved to find no receptionist inside. There were stairs and three elevators. He stepped into one and pressed the button for the fourth floor.

When the elevator doors opened, a long hallway stretched before him. He scanned the numbers until he found the door he was looking for. His hands trembled as he tried the knob—it was locked.

Gi-Hun's skills with locks came in handy. Within moments, he managed to unlock the door and quietly stepped inside.

The apartment was dimly lit by a small lamp. Clothes were scattered across the floor, and the room looked messy. It didn't seem like the type of place In-Ho would stay, but Gi-Hun continued to look around.

As he moved carefully through the space, the sound of water running stopped, and someone came out of the bathroom. Panicked, Gi-Hun ducked under a desk.

Peering through a small gap, he saw a man—tall, bulky, and intimidating. This wasn't In-Ho. Gi-Hun's heart raced as fear replaced suspicion.

A knock at the door startled them both. The man walked over and opened it, receiving a black bag from someone outside. Gi-Hun watched as the man locked the door, placed the bag on the floor, and pulled out a gun.

The man sensed something was wrong, and Gi-Hun knew it too—he had forgotten to lock the door.

Scanning the room, Gi-Hun’s eyes landed on the open sliding door leading to the balcony. It was a slim chance, but it was his only option. He could either hide until the man left or attempt the dangerous climb down the building, risking a fatal fall. Either way, death seemed inevitable. But if he had to choose, he'd rather risk the fall than face a bullet.

"Who's here?!" the man bellowed, his voice reverberating through the apartment.

Gi-Hun froze, his heart pounding. He tried to remain still and undetected, but his phone betrayed him, buzzing loudly in his pocket. He forgot to dismiss the alarm he set every day to take his medicine.

"Shit!" he said to himself.

The man snapped his head toward the noise, gun raised, and moved toward the balcony. Gi-Hun had no choice but to reveal himself. Slowly, he stood, hands trembling in the air.

"Who are you? How did you find this place?" the man demanded, his voice cold and commanding.

"I-I'm sorry," Gi-Hun stammered, his voice shaky. "I thought this was my apartment. It was a mistake."

The man’s glare hardened. "You expect me to believe that? You picked the lock, didn’t you? Don’t play dumb."

Gi-Hun didn’t respond, his mind racing for a way out.

The man smirked darkly. "You’re one of them, aren’t you? CIA? FBI? Some undercover agent nonsense. Did you think you could take us down alone? Coming here was your first mistake."

The man cocked his gun. "And now, I'm going to end this."

Gi-Hun shut his eyes, bracing for the shot.

A loud bang echoed through the room.

Gi-Hun opened his eyes cautiously. The man lay on the floor, blood pooling beneath him. Someone had shot him.

Gi-Hun's phone buzzed again. Shaking, he picked it up.

A message from In-Ho appeared on the screen: "Get out of there. Now!"

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"I didn't know we had two targets tonight," Agent 120 said, peering through the monocular attached to her sniper rifle.

In-Ho, busy setting up his sniper rifle, glanced up, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean? We only have one target on our list. If there's another, don’t shoot him in the head—we might need him alive for intel."

"I don’t think it’s a target," Agent 246 interjected hesitantly, his eyes fixed on his scope. "Maybe... another agent? He’s hiding under the desk now."

Agent 120 kept her focus steady. "The target's got the bag. The other one... he’s on the balcony."

In-Ho’s brow furrowed deeper as the conflicting information sunk in. He quickly positioned himself behind his rifle, peering through the scope to confirm. His breath hitched when he recognized the figure on the balcony.

It was Gi-Hun.

"What the hell is he doing there?" In-Ho muttered under his breath, his confusion quickly replaced by concern.

Gi-Hun was crouched low, clearly terrified, as the target inched closer to his position. In-Ho felt a sharp pang in his chest, his heart pounding erratically. Two thoughts raced through his mind.

First, Gi-Hun was in grave danger, and if the target reached him, he might be killed. Second, saving Gi-Hun could blow In-Ho’s cover. Thirteen years of keeping his covert life hidden from his husband could unravel in an instant, potentially jeopardizing their marriage.

Agent 246’s voice broke through his thoughts. "Captain, do you know him?"

Still focused on the scene through his scope, In-Ho responded quietly but firmly, "Yes. He’s my husband."

Agent 246 and Agent 120 exchanged stunned glances. They knew their captain was married, but this was the first time they’d ever seen his spouse. The two agents had always avoided prying into personal lives to minimize risks and complications. But now, their boss's husband was inexplicably caught in the middle of a dangerous mission.

And judging by In-Ho’s reaction, Gi-Hun had no idea about his husband’s double life.

"What do we do, sir? The target is pointing a gun at your husband," Agent 246 asked, waiting for orders.

Without a second thought, In-Ho raised his gun and fired. The bullet hit the target right in the temple, killing him instantly.

Blood splattered on Gi-Hun. He stood frozen, shaking as he opened his eyes and saw the man lying on the floor, blood pooling around him.

In-Ho quickly sent a message to his husband: "Get out of there. Now!"

Gi-Hun read the message and rushed to the door. But as soon as he stepped outside, he ran into a group of men who looked just like the one inside. Their eyes fell on the blood on his clothes, and suspicion flashed across their faces.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?" one of them demanded, their voice sharp and suspicious.

Gi-Hun took a cautious step back, his legs heavy with fear, his mind struggling to process what was happening.

One of the strangers pushed past him, disappearing inside. A sharp gasp followed as he discovered the lifeless body sprawled on the floor.

Gi-Hun continued retreating, his eyes darting between them, his breath shallow as panic tightened its grip on him.

A moment later, someone shouted, "The boss is dead! He killed our boss!"

The men charged after him. Gi-Hun turned and ran as fast as he could, his heart pounding in his chest.

Gi-Hun kept running, not daring to look back. The sharp crack of a gunshot echoed behind him, but he managed to dodge and dashed down the stairs in one fluid motion. Reaching the third floor, he spotted a supply room and slipped inside, his breaths ragged and heart pounding. By some stroke of luck, the men chasing him didn’t notice where he had gone.

Pressing himself tightly behind a stack of boxes, Gi-Hun held his breath as the sound of heavy footsteps passed just beyond the door. His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone and dialled In-Ho’s number.

The line barely rang before In-Ho answered, his voice laced with panic.
“Wifey! Are you okay? Where are you?”

Gi-Hun’s voice cracked as he stammered, “I-I’m still in the building… hiding in the supply room. Please, In-Ho, help me. I’m so scared… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize,” In-Ho said firmly, his tone softening to soothe. “I’m coming for you, Wifey. Just stay put and don’t make a sound. I love you.”

The call ended, leaving Gi-Hun alone with his fear. Tears streamed silently down his face as he clutched the phone tightly. His heart was a storm of terror and desperation, his only hope resting in the man who promised to save him.

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In-Ho’s face was a mask of calm, though his heart was pounding and his mind racing. The sound of Gi-Hun’s trembling, frightened voice over the line tore at him, each word like a dagger to his chest.

He couldn’t understand how his husband had ended up in such a place. In-Ho had worked so hard to protect him, to ensure that Gi-Hun never learned the truth about his dangerous life. He’d kept his secrets, all to shield the man he loved. Yet now, none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was saving him.

“I’m going,” In-Ho said firmly, packing his gear without hesitation.

“But, sir, this goes against every protocol we have. Our mission tonight only allows one target. If you deviate, the higher-ups could strip you of your position—or worse,” Agent 246 said, his tone heavy with warning.

In-Ho turned to him, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “Do you think I care about their protocols or my position when my husband’s life is on the line? He’s out there, terrified and defenceless, with death breathing down his neck. I won’t let him die because of my lies. Gi-Hun is my heart, my reason for everything. If saving him costs me this job, so be it.”

Agent 120 stepped forward, her voice almost pleading. “Sir, we understand how much he means to you. But we can’t afford to lose you. You’re the best captain we’ve ever had, and no one can replace you.”

In-Ho shook his head, his resolve unshaken. “I appreciate your loyalty, but my husband comes first. I lied to him to protect him, and now he’s paying the price. I have to fix this, no matter the cost. You don’t need to come with me—I’ll handle this alone. Tell the higher-ups not to worry about the targets. By the time I’m done, there won’t be anyone left to worry about.”

Without waiting for a response, In-Ho turned and strode out, his movements purposeful and unrelenting. He descended the building swiftly and hopped onto his motorcycle, speeding off into the night.

The thirty-minute ride to Gi-Hun’s location felt both endless and too short. In-Ho’s thoughts were singular—Gi-Hun. He didn’t care that he was alone or that the odds were stacked against him. He had faced countless enemies before and prevailed. Tonight would be no different. According to his intel, the building was a drug den crawling with over 500 armed men.

The numbers didn’t scare him, though he hoped God was on his side tonight to save Gi-Hun.

The building where Gi-Hun was being held loomed into view. In-Ho spotted their car parked discreetly nearby, tucked out of sight.

He carefully manoeuvred his motorcycle to the rear of the car, ensuring not to draw any unwanted attention from the enemies.

Sliding off the motorcycle with practised ease, In-Ho slung a bag over his back. He reloaded his gun with precision, screwing on a silencer to ensure his approach remained undetected.

Staying low, he moved swiftly towards the building, scanning for the back entrance. Shadows shifted inside and out as armed men patrolled the perimeter, their presence an added challenge to his mission.

In-Ho ducked into a dense patch of bushes near the back door, waiting silently for two patrolling guards to pass. His breath was steady, and his eyes darted around, taking in the scene. That's when he noticed something odd—several of the patrolling men were already sprawled lifelessly on the ground.

His eyes locked onto two familiar figures moving with deadly precision—Agent 120 and Agent 246. The pair crept through the shadows, expertly dispatching their targets. One guard dropped with a swift, soundless shot to the head; another collapsed as a knife flashed through the air, finding its mark.

In-Ho seized the opportunity. As two distracted guards drew closer, he slipped behind them like a ghost. With lightning speed, he snapped the neck of the first guard, the dull crack masked by the rustling of the wind. The second turned too late—In-Ho's blade plunged silently into the back of his skull.

Moving to the front of the building, In-Ho scanned the area. Every enemy outside lay motionless. He let out a quiet sigh of relief, grateful for the silent support of the agents.

Agent 120 and Agent 246 emerged from the shadows, meeting him at the base of the building.

"Thank you," In-Ho said, his voice low but sincere.

"We can't just leave you out here, sir. You've done too much for us," Agent 120 replied, her tone equally hushed.

In-Ho placed a hand on each of their
shoulders, a rare smile breaking through his hardened demeanour. "Good work," he murmured.

Without wasting another moment, In-Ho issued his orders. "We split up. Clear the building and neutralize the remaining."

The agents nodded in unison, slipping away into the shadows as In-Ho prepared to make his move inside. The mission had only just begun.

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In-Ho quietly slipped through the back door of the building. The place was dark and filled with the sound of distant gunfire. He saw Agent 120 on the first floor, already taking down several armed men with steady aim. The agent moved quickly, leaving no room for mistakes.

In-Ho climbed to the second floor, where he saw Agent 246 fighting silently. With a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other, the agent was moving through the hall, taking out enemies one by one. In-Ho nodded at him before heading up to the third floor, where Gi-Hun was hiding.

As In-Ho moved toward the supply room, more armed men came at him. The first man swung a metal rod, but In-Ho ducked and knocked him out with a punch to the jaw. Another man fired a gun, but In-Ho rolled out of the way and shot him in the leg. One by one, they attacked, but In-Ho defeated them with his quick hands, sharp reflexes, and perfect aim.

Finally, he reached the supply room. He opened the door carefully, his heart pounding. Inside, he saw Gi-Hun tied to a chair. Gi-Hun had been captured while waiting for In-Ho to arrive, and In-Ho couldn’t believe he had let this happen. Gi-Hun was bruised but looked calm. Before In-Ho could move, a tall man with a scarred face stepped forward, holding a large knife.

"You won’t take him," the man said with a smirk.

In-Ho didn’t reply. He raised his fists and charged. The fight was fierce. The man was strong, swinging the knife wildly, but In-Ho dodged every attack. He grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted it, forcing him to drop the knife. They wrestled for control, slamming into the walls. Finally, In-Ho threw a hard punch to the man’s stomach and followed with a kick to the chest, knocking him to the ground.

In-Ho ran to Gi-Hun and quickly untied him. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but worried.

Gi-Hun gave a small, tired smile. “You’re late,” he said, teasing In-Ho with a trembling voice.

Before they could leave, more men appeared at the door, guns ready. In-Ho grabbed Gi-Hun and pushed him behind cover. “Stay behind me,” he said firmly. He leaned out and fired, taking down the attackers one by one. But in the chaos, one of the men grabbed Gi-Hun and pulled him away.

“No!” In-Ho shouted. Without thinking, he charged forward. He fired a quick shot, hitting the man in the shoulder, and then tackled him to the ground. In-Ho finished him with a shot on his head and pulled Gi-Hun back to safety.

Gi-Hun looked at him, his eyes wide. “You’re crazy,” he said, but his voice was warm.

In-Ho smiled faintly. “I’m not losing you,” he said.

"Well, you're not. You owe me an explanation. I'm not going to die without hearing it, Hwang In-Ho," Gi-Hun said firmly, with a hint of sass.

In-Ho nodded. "I’ll explain everything later, I promise."

He grabbed Gi-Hun’s hand tightly, holding his gun in the other, and led them both out of the building. Outside, two agents were waiting. It looked like they had taken care of everything, but In-Ho wasn’t sure.

“Check the building again,” In-Ho said seriously. “Make sure no one escaped and no threats are left. Delete all the CCTV footage and any evidence that could lead back to us.”

The agents quickly nodded and went back to work. Before they left, they saluted both In-Ho and Gi-Hun, showing respect not only to their captain but also to his husband.

Gi-Hun smiled at them, his voice soft but sincere. “Thank you for helping In-Ho save me. I’ll cook you both a nice meal when this is over.”

The agents grinned, excited at the offer, and promised to come back for the food.

In-Ho then helped Gi-Hun into the car, opening the door for him. Once Gi-Hun was seated, In-Ho got in on the other side, buckled his seatbelt, and started driving. As they left, he glanced at Gi-Hun and saw he had fallen asleep, worn out from everything he had been through. The bruises on Gi-Hun’s face made In-Ho’s chest tighten, but seeing him alive brought some comfort.

In-Ho felt tears sting his eyes. He quietly promised himself that he would fix everything. If it meant leaving his job as an agent to keep Gi-Hun safe, he would do it without a second thought.

At a stoplight, In-Ho reached over and took Gi-Hun’s hand. He gently kissed it, holding it for a moment as relief flooded through him. Gi-Hun was alive, and that was all that mattered.

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Gi-Hun woke up in their bed, hoping it had all been a nightmare. But the ache in his body told a different story. It was real. All of it. Yet, they were home now—alive. He had been saved by his husband and his juniors. They had made it out.

As the reality settled in, Gi-Hun instinctively turned to the other side of the bed, but In-Ho wasn’t there. A pang of unease crept through him. Slowly, he pushed himself up, wincing as pain radiated through his body.

Maybe In-Ho had left to avoid confronting the fallout of what had happened. But as he limped into the kitchen, there he was—his husband, wearing a pink apron, busy making breakfast.

The sight was almost absurd. The same man who had fought so fiercely the night before now stood there whisking eggs. Despite himself, Gi-Hun smiled faintly. But the memory of last night and the secrets that had been revealed wiped it away just as quickly.

In-Ho turned and caught his eye, offering a soft smile. “Good morning, sunshine.”

Gi-Hun bit his lip to suppress a smile. He wasn’t ready to let In-Ho off the hook. The lies, the secrets—they weighed too heavily on him. Without a word, he walked to the dining table and sat down, avoiding In-Ho’s gaze.

In-Ho noticed his silence and let out a shaky sigh. “Wifey... I’m sorry.”

Gi-Hun kept his eyes down, forcing In-Ho to continue.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve lied to you. I’ve hidden things from you—things I never should have. I know I’ve broken your trust, and I won’t ask for your forgiveness today, or even tomorrow, but… I hope one day, you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.”

Gi-Hun finally looked up, his eyes sharp but glistening. “What do you expect from me, In-Ho? After all this?”

The question cut deep, and In-Ho swallowed hard. He had imagined this moment a thousand times but now faced with it, the reality stung. He had no right to ask for anything. Still, he took a deep breath.

“I expect nothing, Gi-Hun. But I still want us. I don’t deserve you, but if you’ll let me, I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this. I’ll leave my job as an agent. I’ll start over. I’ll rebuild your trust, no matter how long it takes. Just… don’t give up on me. Please.”

His voice cracked, and Gi-Hun saw the tears welling in In-Ho’s eyes. He had never seen his husband look so vulnerable.

"Is your name even Hwang In-Ho, or is it just an alias to cover up your real identity? Is our marriage even real, or was this just another stunt you put in just so you could pretend to live a normal life far away from the prying eyes of your enemies?" Gi-Hun bombarded him with questions, eyes full of doubt and pain.

"Yes, it's my real name and this marriage is true. My love for you is true. Everything I showed you and the things you know about me are true." In-Ho answered truthfully, looking directly at Gi-Hun's eyes, pleading that his husband would still believe him.

“Tell me everything,” Gi-Hun said quietly. “No more lies.”

In-Ho nodded, the words spilling out of him like a dam had broken.

“The company, me being a CEO—it’s all true. But before that, I was an orphan. You know that much. What I never told you was that I became an undercover agent when I was just a teen. This man—he found me on the streets. He sheltered me, a purpose. He ran a private agency doing the work the government couldn’t—or wouldn’t—do. Fighting corruption, taking down dangerous people. He trained me. Martial arts, weapons, survival—you name it. I wanted to be a hero, to protect people because I couldn’t protect my parents when they were taken from me.”

In-Ho paused, his voice trembling. “When I met you, I thought I could leave that life behind. I wanted to. But he begged me to stay. He said I was his best, his only trusted agent. And I thought… maybe I could do both. Be with you and keep my work a secret. I thought I was protecting you. I didn’t want you to live in fear every time I left the house. But I see now that I was selfish. Hiding the truth didn’t protect you—it put you in danger. And when I saw you hurt… I hated myself. I would give anything to go back and do it differently.”

His voice broke completely, and tears slipped down his face. “I’m so sorry, Gi-Hun. I should have told you. I should have—”

Gi-Hun stood abruptly, cutting In-Ho off. For a moment, In-Ho froze, afraid his husband was about to walk away. But instead, Gi-Hun stepped forward and pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss.

In-Ho felt the warmth of Gi-Hun’s tears on his cheek and couldn’t stop his own from falling. He wrapped his arms around him, holding him as tightly as he dared, pouring every ounce of regret and love into that embrace.

When they finally broke apart, Gi-Hun rested his forehead against In-Ho’s and whispered, “I still trust you. Don’t break it again.”

“I won’t,” In-Ho promised, his voice trembling. “I promise, I won’t.”

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It had been two weeks since that fateful day when In-Ho's secrets were unveiled. Gi-Hun had mostly recovered, though a few bruises still lingered. He owed much of his healing to his husband, who had cared for him so tenderly. In-Ho had chosen to work from home for the time being, and his position as an agent was still under review by his superiors and depended on Gi-Hun's decision

They hadn't discussed the incident much, as In-Ho was focused on rebuilding their relationship. He had decided to wait for Gi-Hun to bring it up when he was ready.

Gi-Hun, however, had already made his choice. His heart had decided to trust In-Ho again. He understood why In-Ho had kept his dangerous life hidden—it was his way of seeking refuge in normalcy, something he had found in their life together. Over their 10 years of marriage, In-Ho had been nothing but a kind, loving, and faithful husband, and Gi-Hun now saw that more clearly than ever.

That morning, Gi-Hun had prepared their breakfast and planned to visit the grocery store later to buy ingredients for dinner. He had promised In-Ho's juniors that he would cook a delicious meal as a token of appreciation for saving him.

"Good morning, my beautiful wifey," In-Ho greeted cheerfully, wrapping Gi-Hun in a hug and covering him with kisses.

Gi-Hun chuckled, returning the hug and letting the affection wash over him. "Good morning, handsome."

They exchanged warm smiles.

"Let's eat, Honey," Gi-Hun said, and In-Ho nodded, pulling out a chair for him and planting a kiss on his forehead.

As they began eating, In-Ho hesitated before speaking. "Wifey, I have something to ask you..."

Gi-Hun paused, looking up from his plate. "What is it, Honey?"

In-Ho hesitated again, his head lowered. "I was just curious... how did you end up in that apartment?"

Gi-Hun sighed and answered honestly. "I thought you were cheating on me."

In-Ho froze, lifting his gaze to Gi-Hun, waiting for him to explain.

"I accidentally saw the utility bills for that apartment," Gi-Hun began. "I didn't recognize the address, so I assumed it was your place—where you lived with someone else. You know, with all the nights you said you wouldn’t be home... My mind ran wild, and I jumped to conclusions without double-checking. I should have confronted you, but I acted on my own. I’m sorry. I put you and your juniors in danger and even cost you your job."

In-Ho reached for Gi-Hun's hand, squeezing it gently. "It’s okay, Wifey. You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry I lied to you and broke your trust. But I promise, I’ll make it all up to you. I love you."

Gi-Hun smiled, threading his fingers through In-Ho’s. "I love you too."

After a pause, Gi-Hun grinned mischievously. "But you know, Honey, I finally get why people are obsessed with book characters who kill for the main character instead of cheating on them. When I found out you weren’t cheating, I thought, ‘Wow, he’s secretly a secret agent? That’s... kinda hot.’”

In-Ho burst out laughing. "Oh, really? Well, I’m glad my double life turned into bonus points for me."

Gi-Hun chuckled, and they shared a moment of lighthearted laughter.

In-Ho’s expression turned serious again as he gazed at his husband. "But truly, Wifey, I would rather stain my hands with blood than ever hurt your soul. I could never do that to you. I love you more than anything in this world."

Gi-Hun softened, his smile warm. "We’re okay, Honey. We’re more than okay."

In that moment, Gi-Hun fully forgave In-Ho.

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After finishing breakfast, they rolled up their sleeves and got to work, tackling the chores with rare enthusiasm. The house buzzed with activity as they deep-cleaned every corner, leaving no surface untouched. In-Ho took the opportunity to put up a few of the decorations Gi-Hun had collected during his frequent trips to the mall—small trinkets and quirky finds he couldn’t resist bringing home simply because they were “too cute.” Though Gi-Hun often forgot about them as soon as he unpacked, In-Ho didn’t mind. On the contrary, it made him smile. It was these little quirks that endeared him to his husband even more.

In-Ho, a man of precision and focus, might have been a CEO, sniper, and agent in his line of work, but at home, Gi-Hun was the commander, and In-Ho followed orders with quiet devotion. After all, seeing Gi-Hun happy was worth any effort.

As In-Ho worked, Gi-Hun couldn’t stop watching him. The way In-Ho moved, the way his muscles flexed as he lifted things, how focused he looked while arranging everything perfectly—it was all so attractive. Gi-Hun loved how In-Ho always listened to him and paid attention to the details of what he wanted. He thought to himself how lucky he was to have a husband who was strong, skilled, and gentle all at once.

Gi-Hun’s cheeks felt warm just watching In-Ho. His husband made him feel things he couldn’t quite put into words. But there was still plenty of work to do, so Gi-Hun shook himself out of his daze and got back to his chores. He turned on some music to stay focused, though his thoughts kept wandering back to In-Ho, who always seemed to make everything better just by being there.

Gi-Hun stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, letting the hot water cascade down his body. He sighed contentedly, the steam filling the bathroom, as he closed his eyes, relishing the relaxation after a tiring day of house chores. Little did he know, In-Ho had been waiting, his patience wearing thin, for this very moment.

As the shower ran, In-Ho quietly entered the bathroom, his footsteps silent on the tiled floor. Gi-Hun, startled by the sudden presence, flinched slightly, water dripping down his toned chest. "Your stealth skills are impressive, no wonder you're an elite agent," Gi-Hun joked, his voice echoing off the tiles.

In-Ho's deep chuckle filled the steamy room. "I'm just keeping my skills sharp. And, I knew you were admiring me earlier," he teased, his hands roaming over Gi-Hun's wet skin, making him shiver.

Gi-Hun's breath hitched as In-Ho's touch ignited a fire within him. "Admiring is an understatement. I've been craving your touch, wanting you to dominate me, to feel your thick cock inside me," he admitted, his voice hoarse with desire.

In-Ho's eyes darkened at Gi-Hun's bold confession. He spun Gi-Hun around and crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss. Gi-Hun's hands gripped In-Ho's shoulders, his mouth opening eagerly to the invasion of In-Ho's tongue. The kiss was fierce and hungry as if they had been apart for years instead of just a few hours.

Breaking away for air, Gi-Hun's hand found In-Ho's throbbing erection, stroking it firmly. In-Ho's head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips. "Fuck, it feels so good," he whispered, his breath hot against Gi-Hun's ear.

Gi-Hun dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving In-Ho's as he took the engorged shaft into his mouth. He sucked and laved, his tongue swirling around the head, driving In-Ho wild. In-Ho's fingers tightened in Gi-Hun's hair, guiding his movements, thrusting his hips gently, fucking Gi-Hun's warm, wet mouth.

"God, yes... suck it, baby," In-Ho groaned, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He pushed his cock deeper, his length sliding past Gi-Hun's lips, down his throat, making him gag slightly. But Gi-Hun was determined, his hands gripping In-Ho's thighs as he took him deeper, his throat working around the hard flesh.

In-Ho's climax was building, his breath coming in short gasps. He pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva and pre-cum. Gi-Hun looked up at him, his eyes heavy-lidded, a mix of desire and satisfaction in his gaze. In-Ho bent down, capturing Gi-Hun's lips in a searing kiss, sharing the taste of his arousal.

"What do you need, baby?" In-Ho asked, his voice rough with need.

Gi-Hun's response was immediate. "I need you to fuck me. Hard. Until I can't walk anymore," he pleaded, his voice breaking.

In-Ho's smirk was triumphant as he positioned Gi-Hun against the bathroom wall, his hands roaming over his body possessively. "As you wish, my beautiful boy," he whispered, his hot breath fanning Gi-Hun's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

In-Ho sank to his knees, spreading Gi-Hun's firm cheeks, revealing the tight pucker of his hole. He leaned in, his tongue snaking out to lick and tease the sensitive flesh, making Gi-Hun squirm and moan. In-Ho's tongue was relentless, swirling and probing, driving Gi-Hun wild with need.

"Please... I need you inside me," Gi-Hun begged, his voice hoarse.

In-Ho inserted a finger, then another, stretching and preparing him, his thumb massaging Gi-Hun's prostate through the thin membrane. Gi-Hun's body trembled, his cock leaking pre-cum as he rocked back, impaling himself on In-Ho's fingers.

"You're so fucking gorgeous like this," In-Ho growled, his voice thick with desire. "Do you want my cock now?" he whispered, his hot breath against Gi-Hun's skin.

Gi-Hun could only nod, his mouth dry. In-Ho stood, positioning his thick, leaking cock at Gi-Hun's entrance. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside, filling Gi-Hun.

"Ah, fuck!" In-Ho exclaimed, his eyes rolling back as he felt the incredible tightness around his shaft. "You're so fucking tight, baby."

He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force, his hips slamming against Gi-Hun's rounded ass. Gi-Hun's moans filled the bathroom, his head thrown back, his body trembling with each powerful thrust.

"Been a while, huh?" In-Ho grunted, his voice strained as he pounded into Gi-Hun. 

Their last sexual encounter had been a few weeks ago before the incident, and In-Ho had been cautious, ensuring Gi-Hun's full recovery before taking him again. Now, with their passion reignited, In-Ho was determined to make up for lost time.

"Y-yes... yes, harder," Gi-Hun panted, his hands gripping the edges of the bathtub for support

In-Ho's words were filthy, his tone demanding as he slammed into Gi-Hun, his balls slapping against his lover's skin. "You like that, huh? You like my thick cock stretching you open?"

Gi-Hun could only nod, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the overwhelming pleasure. In-Ho's grip on his hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax.

"Turn around, baby," In-Ho commanded, his voice thick with desire. He helped Gi-Hun turn, positioning him on the empty bathtub, his legs spread wide.

Before Gi-Hun could catch his breath, In-Ho was inside him again, his cock plunging deep, hitting Gi-Hun's sweet spot with every thrust. Gi-Hun's cries filled the room, his body arching off the tub as In-Ho pounded into him mercilessly.

"That's it, let it go, baby," In-Ho grunted, his release building. "Come for me, Gi-Hun. Show me how good it feels."

Gi-Hun's body tightened, his cock pulsing as he came, his seed painting his stomach and the bathtub. In-Ho followed soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he emptied himself deep inside Gi-Hun, filling him with his hot cum.

Breathless, they stared at each other, their chests heaving. In-Ho caressed Gi-Hun's face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear of pleasure. "I love you, my beautiful wifey," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration.

Gi-Hun, still lying on the bathtub, reached up to pull In-Ho down for a tender kiss. "I love you, too. Always," he murmured against In-Ho's lips.

They stayed entwined for a while, their hearts slowing, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Eventually, they rose, turning the shower back on, washing each other gently, their hands and lips exploring, savouring the afterglow of their passionate reunion.

In-Ho did take Gi-Hun's words seriously. In-Ho fucked him in every corner of their house, and now, he couldn't feel his legs—somewhat regretted saying those things while he was in a daze of pleasure.

Gi-Hun was lying down in their bed; it was already noon and he still needed to run to the grocery store and cook dinner later.

In-Ho took care of him after their passionate and intense lovemaking. In-Ho even offered to go to the grocery and just ask Gi-Hun for the list of the things he needed. In-Ho even insisted on cooking the dinner since he also knew how to cook. But, Gi-Hun only sent his husband to the grocery store and told him not to worry about the cooking.

Sure, In-Ho could cook but Gi-Hun wanted to do it since he was the one who promised the juniors to cook them a meal after everything was settled. So, he had to live with that promise. He could still walk a short distance, so working in the kitchen was bearable.

It was already six in the evening, and Gi-Hun had finished cooking. In-Ho set the table, arranging the plates and utensils with precision.

Just in time, Agents 246 and 120 arrived at their home. In-Ho opened the door to greet them and led them inside.

Gi-Hun limped towards them to greet them properly, his steps slow but steady.

"Good evening, Mr. Gi-Hun. Thank you for inviting us," Agent 246 said, shaking his hand warmly.

Agent 120, noticing his limp, couldn’t help but ask, "Are you okay, Mr. Gi-Hun? Are you healing well from your injuries?"

Gi-Hun glanced at his husband, In-Ho, who wore a smirk like a proud husband, knowing exactly what had happened earlier.

Gi-Hun chuckled softly, "My body is just slow to heal. That’s why my husband insists on doing all the work for me."

Agents 246 and 120 smiled and nodded, offering their thanks once more.

"Thank you for inviting us, Captain and Mr. Gi-Hun," Agent 120 said politely.

"Of course, you're always welcome here. And I also want to thank you both for helping my husband save me," Gi-Hun replied gratefully.

The two agents smiled and began chatting.

"Anyway, sir, regarding the progress of your case, our superiors still want you involved. They even sent this in recognition of your bravery in dismantling one of the largest illegal drug rings," Agent 246 said, handing a box containing a medal and a badge.

In-Ho took it, his expression unreadable as he stared at the box in his hands.

"Thank you, but we can discuss this later," In-Ho said, lost in thought.

Gi-Hun noticed the tension but didn’t comment. "Let's eat first," he suggested, offering a warm smile.

They moved to the dining area, where they began eating the meal Gi-Hun had prepared, which earned compliments from the agents.

"By the way, I never got the chance to ask your names. If you don’t mind sharing," Gi-Hun said shyly.

Agent 246 didn’t hesitate. "I’m Park Gyeong-Seok, sir."

"And I’m Cho Hyun-Ju," Agent 120 added.

Gi-Hun smiled. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gyeong-Seok and Hyun-Ju."

Dinner passed smoothly, and they moved back to the lounge area.

Then, Gyeong-Seok dropped a surprising announcement. "Captain, sir, I’d like to invite you to our wedding next year. I know it’s early, but I want you both there on our special day."

Gi-Hun and In-Ho exchanged surprised looks, then smiled warmly.

"Wait, when did you propose?" In-Ho asked curiously.

"Last night, sir," Hyun-Ju replied, her face beaming as she looked at her fiancé.

"Congratulations! We’ll be there. Thank you for the invitation," Gi-Hun said enthusiastically.

"Well, what can I say? Finally! After all this time, you two are getting married. Congratulations!" In-Ho added, equally excited.

The two newly engaged smiled and thanked them. Then, Agent 246 suddenly changed the subject.

"Uhm, Captain, will you return to your work as an agent?" Gyeong-Seok asked hopefully.

In-Ho hesitated, glancing at Gi-Hun.

Gi-Hun met his gaze with a soft smile, caressing his back as if to say, It’s okay. You can go back to your work.

In-Ho understood, squeezing Gi-Hun’s hand in thanks.

The two agents waited, eyes full of expectation.

"Yes, I’ll go back," In-Ho said, his voice filled with relief and joy.

The agents cheered, eager to hear what Gi-Hun would say next.

"But on one condition..." Gi-Hun began, his voice low, causing the room to fall silent as all three agents leaned forward, their eyes fixed on him.

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Everything felt better now. In-Ho had returned to the field, juggling his role as a CEO and an undercover agent. Meanwhile, Gi-Hun embraced his life as a devoted househusband, quietly finding joy in a new hobby that suited their cosy home life.

In-Ho had always loved the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. So, during his work-from-home days, he decided to learn the art of making it himself. With a collection of books, video tutorials, and a lot of practice, he transformed a corner of their home into a warm and inviting coffee bar. It became his favourite spot, and every morning, he brewed Gi-Hun's coffee just the way he liked it.

One day, Gi-Hun came home holding a small, whimsical mug, his cheeks tinged with a sheepish grin. “What? You’re always making coffee,” he said innocently, “so I thought it was only right to get a proper mug.” In-Ho chuckled, his chest warming at the sight of Gi-Hun’s excitement. That mug was soon joined by another, then a third, and before long, a delightful collection of quirky coffee mugs began to take over their kitchen.

Rather than complain, In-Ho surprised Gi-Hun by building a tall wooden shelf next to the coffee bar, perfect for displaying the mugs like treasured keepsakes. When Gi-Hun saw it, his eyes brimmed with happy tears, and he hugged In-Ho tightly, overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture.

From then on, their little tradition blossomed. Sometimes Gi-Hun would come home with a new mug, spinning tales about where he’d found it. Other times, In-Ho would surprise Gi-Hun with one he’d stumbled upon during his errands. Each addition was celebrated with laughter, hugs, and the sound of Gi-Hun eagerly placing it on the shelf like a prized trophy.

Their coffee bar became more than just a corner of the house—it was a reflection of their quiet, shared joys. Each mug told a story, and every cup of coffee brewed carried the warmth of their love.

Gi-Hun was admiring the neatly arranged coffee bar when his phone buzzed on the counter. Seeing In-Ho’s name flash on the screen, he immediately answered.

“Wifey, I won’t be home tonight,” In-Ho said, his voice calm but purposeful. “The superior is sending us out on a mission later.”

Gi-Hun’s heart sank slightly, but he kept his tone steady. “Alright, honey. Just... be safe, okay?”

“I will,” In-Ho reassured him softly. “Don’t worry, wifey. I love you so much.”

A small smile tugged at Gi-Hun’s lips despite his concern. “I love you more, honey. Come home to me.”

“I will,” In-Ho promised, his voice lingering for a moment before the call ended.

Gi-Hun set the phone down with a sigh, the lingering warmth of their exchange blending with the quiet hum of his worry. Shaking it off, he headed to the kitchen, deciding to cook a meal—something comforting, something that would be waiting for In-Ho when he came home.

In-Ho couldn’t forget Gi-Hun's one condition that he promised to his husband: to stay safe and return home alive. It wasn’t just a promise—it was an anchor. Before the mission, he had taken extra measures to reassure Gi-Hun, sharing just enough about the operation to calm his worries. Gi-Hun had initially resisted, unwilling to intrude on In-Ho’s life as an undercover agent, but In-Ho had insisted.

Now, as the clock struck eight, In-Ho found himself on the rooftop of a building, the cold wind brushing against his face. Beside him was Agent 246, a rookie but sharp, already positioning the sniper rifle as they overlooked their target 500 meters away. In their hidden command post, Agent 120 monitored multiple screens, hacking into surveillance systems and coordinating the mission through the encrypted intercom.

The target: a notorious human trafficking ring operating under the guise of a cargo shipment at the pier. Intel revealed they were smuggling dozens of undocumented immigrants, with plans to sell them into forced labour and exploitation. The mission wasn’t just about eliminating the traffickers—it involved extracting critical evidence and ensuring the safety of the hostages.

Agent 120’s voice crackled through the intercom. “Team Alpha, position secure. Sniper team, confirm visual.”

“Visual confirmed,” In-Ho replied, steadying the scope on his rifle.

“Target is six hostiles, heavily armed. Two were stationed on the container. Four patrolling the perimeter. Prioritize the elimination of scouts and sentries. Extraction team moves in after area is cleared.”

“Copy,” In-Ho and Agent 246 responded in unison.

Agent 120 continued. “Sniper, engage in three... two... one. Take the first shot.”

The suppressed rifle hissed as In-Ho fired, taking down the first scout with surgical precision. The target collapsed silently, his partner none the wiser.

“Target neutralized,” In-Ho reported.

“Good shot,” Agent 120 replied. “Agent 246, engage a secondary target, east side patrol.”

Agent 246 took the shot, but the wind played tricks, and it narrowly missed. The target turned, confused, and began raising his weapon.

“Adjust for wind velocity. Take him down now,” In-Ho ordered sharply. Agent 246 adjusted and fired again, this time hitting the mark.

With the scouts down, In-Ho focused on the guards near the container. A quick double-tap dropped them both before they could sound an alarm.

“All clear,” In-Ho confirmed. “Extraction team, you’re green to go.”

From the shadows, a tactical team moved in, neutralizing the remaining hostiles with swift precision. The hostages were secured and rushed to safety, while evidence—ledgers, encrypted laptops, and documents—was seized from the traffickers’ base of operations.

“Mission complete,” Agent 120 announced, her voice calm but tinged with satisfaction.

In-Ho leaned back, exhaling deeply as he disassembled his rifle. “Good work, team.”

“Good work, Captain and Agent 246,” Agent 120 responded. Then her tone softened. “By the way, Mr. Gi-Hun is in the other line, sir.”

In-Ho smiled faintly, activating his intercom link to Gi-Hun, who was watching the operation from a secure line. “Told you I’d come back.”

Gi-Hun’s voice came through, a mix of relief and amusement. “As you should. Anyway, good job, Sniper."

“Thanks, wifey,” In-Ho replied, his smile growing. For tonight, the mission was over, and the promise he made to Gi-Hun remained unbroken.