EMPIRE

❝ We all must decide how much sin we can live with ❞

[k-jiwon]

[empiremuses]

bobby dont

[empiremuses]

Getaway [ Seoji & Joon ]

[acadiamuses]

As sneaky as it was, Joonyoung really thought that his plan might actually work. It helped that he’d been holding out on him for a few days which probably made his offer twice as enticing. As it turned out, after so many days Joon was almost eager to give his boyfriend a bit of release as well. Joon’s playful smirked vanished from his lips when Seoji’s phone started to ring.

“Yah, don’t…” he pleaded softly, giving a dejected sigh as Seoji moved him aside and sat up. Joonyoung laid beside him, sulking, as the older man took the phone call. His chance to go on the family vacation had slipped away, but worst of all, Joon still didn’t understand why Seoji was lying to him about it.

His eyebrows furrowed when Seoji agreed him to something over the phone. When he was informed he was going to have to go into work, Joon threw a fit. He rolled over, kicking his legs and whining. “I don’t want to go! It’s their fault for screwing up! Why do I have to clean up their mess?!” Joon complained, pouting when his tantrum didn’t seem to draw Seoji’s attention.

Joon grabbed the pillow next to him and threw it toward Seoji, watching as it hit the older man’s arm with a light bump and then flopped to the ground. Even if he hadn’t been able to get Seoji to agree to let him go, he had at least wanted to spend time with him before he left. Even though Seoji promised to go in with him, it still wouldn’t be the same.

After a moment Joonyoung rolled out of bed and shuffled out of the bedroom toward the entrance. He was quiet on their drive over, knees pulled up to his chest and engrossed in a video game on his phone. He followed Seoji inside once they arrived and sat down at his desk, turning his computer on. As he waited for it to boot up, Joon gave a heavy sigh, his lower lip rolling out into a pout. “Are you at least gonna miss me?” he questioned softly, making it seem like maybe he’d actually come to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t be joining Seoji on his trip.

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Seoji averted his eyes as Joonyoung threw a fit right there on the bed. He straightened his clothes and patiently waited for Joon to pull himself together. At the start of their relationship, Seoji was pretty sure Joonyoung wouldn’t have composed himself as quickly as he did tonight, or at all for the matter if he had been presented with this situation. Even if it was hard for others to see, Seoji could tell that Joon loved him and cared about his organization. He might not be able to escape working for them at this point, but Seoji believed the Joonyoung he’d first met would have at least tried to get out of it instead of dragging himself in without too much fuss.

It only made Seoji feel more apologetic toward him. He’d proven himself invaluable numerous times. He was in a committed relationship with him; they even lived together. But he couldn’t bring his precious lover with him because of how his nephew and sister-in-law felt about him. It wasn’t fair, and as a Boss, he should’ve put his foot down...but he hadn’t. For the sake of his family, he was forsaking the person that he truly loved.

Seoji sighed deeply as he drove to headquarters with Joon in the passenger seat. He wanted to tell him he had changed his mind. That he could come with him and that he was sorry for trying to make him stay behind. But, he couldn’t do that either. He couldn’t just admit to Joon that the real reason he couldn’t go on the trip was because it was with his family. He’d told him it was for business. If he told Joon the truth, he really felt like he’d be even more hurt.

He watched Joon from the corner of his eye as he got set up, but listened carefully as he was briefed by the employees who’d been working at the time. He nodded a thanks in their direction, his eyebrows rising when Joon spoke up. Seoji immediately frowned when he caught sight of that pout. “Leave us,” Seoji decreed softly, his expression a bit dark and unreadable as he kept his gaze on Joon but listened for the door to close.

He walked over to his lover, kneeling down on the floor in front of the chair he was slouched down in. “Of course I’m going to miss you,” he soothed softly, a frown etching deeply into his handsome face. He lifted his hands, placing them on Joon’s knees and slid them up and down his thighs, unconsciously licking his lips as he thought of all the ways he wanted to show him just how much he’d miss him.

When the computer screen came to life, Seoji glanced at it just briefly before returning his eyes to Joon. “You have work to do,” he reminded him but moved his hands up to start unzipping Joon’s pants. His expression remained stern, but his eyes held a mischievous glint as he helped himself to the lower half of Joon’s body. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles and removed them along with his sandals.

He ran rough hands over the exposed skin of Joon’s legs and was soon placing kisses along his inner thigh. He lifted his right leg up so Joon could prop his ankle up on the desk and Seoji pulled him down a bit further on his chair so he had complete access to him. He nibbled his way closer and was just as hard as Joonyoung by the time his tongue slipped through parted lips and touched Joon’s skin.

He wrapped his strong hand around Joonyoug’s hardness, pumping his length up and down as he teased the puckered skin below with his tongue. He glanced up at his lover, eyebrows rising when he met Joon’s eyes. He squeezed him firmly and lifted his other hand to his mouth, slipping a finger inside to wetten it.

“Pay attention to your work, Joon-ah...” Seoji scolded softly, a smirk surfacing on his lips as he directed his wet finger towards Joon’s rosebud. There was a good chance Joon might actually miss some footage while he was being pleasured like this, but their time was short and Seoji couldn’t bear leaving him so unhappy. Seoji lowered his mouth over Joon’s cock as he slipped his finger in and out of him. Joon’s gasps and moans were driving him crazy as well, but at this point he was sure Joon was realizing that he was only going to get teased until he’d completed his task.

[jjks]

[m-masquerade]

[holy-yeosang]

LOL IF YOU LOOK UP WEALTHY HOUSEWIFE ON GOOGLE IMAGES YOONGI APPEARES BETWEEN THE RESULTS

[empiremuses]

Check, Please [ Ravi & Jiyu ]

[acadiamuses]

Jiyu was an entirely different person as he dealt with a separate table. He was polite, he was charming and the customers looked like they couldn’t be happier. He seemed surprised when Ravi appeared beside him and interrupted him, dragging him aside. Jiyu’s eyebrows narrowed, as though he actually had a right to be shooting Ravi an annoyed glare for getting in his way of work. Jiyu didn’t give an excuse for his actions. He knew full well why he’d been such a jerk to Ravi’s date, but he didn’t exactly want to admit that to him.

“I have to get back to work,” Jiyu growled, pulling his arm free and marching back to his table without another word. It was only a couple minutes later when the chair at Ravi’s table was pulled out again though and Jiyu sat down. “Yah, you already started eating it?” Jiyu scolded, reaching across the table and digging his fork in. “I haven’t been able to try this one yet,” he added as he took a bite and then complimented the taste.

He gave Ravi an innocent smile, as though he hadn’t been the one to frighten his date away and then try to steal his meal. “Don’t give me that look, I’ve already covered your bill so at least let me have some of it,” he grumbled as he took another bite. Jiyu leaned back in the chair, eyeing Ravi curiously. “Is he your boyfriend? What do you even see in him anyway?” he questioned, his tone making it clear he was seriously judging Ravi’s taste.

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Ravi glanced up from his stress eating when the chair opposite him pulled away from the table. His eyebrows rose on his forehead and he stopped eating, staring in surprise when Jiyu scolded him for starting without him as if HE was the one he’d brought to dinner in the first place. He scowled cutely, narrowing his eyes at Jiyu before he started chewing again. Despite feeling tempted to smack his hand as he reached for the two dinners he was eating now, he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. No matter how borderline psychotic Jiyu had behaved, Ravi still felt like it was really cute, which was definitely a little worrying.

He continued to scowl when Jiyu smiled so innocently at him, that is until he admitted he’d comped his meal. Ravi almost felt like he couldn’t believe a word out of Jiyu’s mouth. Like maybe he was telling him a lie to appease him and then when he tried to leave security would jump him for not paying. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, pursing them together as he narrowed his eyes in contemplation. Of course, when Jiyu went on to ask him what he even saw in the date he’d just scared away, Ravi rolled his eyes slightly, looking as if he tried to suppress a laugh.

“Are you serious?!” he exclaimed. “Did you actually even look at him. He was totally hot...and no, he isn’t my boyfriend. I’m not really into monogamy. I need to keep my options open if you know what I’m saying,” he said with a smirk that turned into a grin. “Speaking of which...” he went on, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re a total asshole to my date until he fucking leaves, then you comp my meal and join me for dinner...? You totally want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he said outright.

He shrugged, a playful smile on his face. “It’s all right. I don’t mind. Turns out my plans for tonight just fell through so, I’m game,” he accepted. Whether or not Jiyu had actually been acting this way for this purpose Ravi wasn’t sure, but something told him Jiyu would accept his offer.

[oddcontext]

[acadiamuses]

Hyung~ Zico, Yoongi & Jihoon

Despite their anniversary being only weeks before, no one would have been surprised that the text messages exchanged between Zico and Suga that afternoon reflected a heated argument. It was nothing more than one of their usual petty squabbles that would eventually correct itself once they’d managed to spend some time at home together bickering until they realized the whole argument had been pointless in the first place.

Yoongi was late though. There had been a complication with one of the payments at the gallery and it had kept him there much later than he’d expected. Still, when Zico arrived home, someone was waiting. A large dufflebag sat next to the figure outside the main entrance of the warehouse and he had his head down, headphones on. His hair was a distinct shade of pink, one Zico would recognize almost immediately. At first glance it might have appeared that Yoongi had packed to leave but as Zico got closer, the boy lifted his head.

“Ah…I got the wrong place?” Jihoon exclaimed in familiar Daegu satoori, staring up at a very unfamiliar face before looking down at his palm where the written address had now become a small smear. “Shit, it smudged a bit…” he whined, taking his time looking all the way back up Zico before he met his eyes again. “Ya'know where Min Yoongi lives? It’s gotta be around ‘ere right?”

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Zico trudged home, five sets of plastic grocery bag handles clasped in his right hand. His haul from the store was so large that the bags kept hitting and bouncing off of his right leg as he walked, but that didn’t stop him from carrying all of the bags in that hand. He was stressed and unhappy, and it had become his new nervous tick to twist the ring he wore on the ring finger of his left hand with his thumb when he was anxious or lost in thought. 

The gold band easily slipped around his finger, nudged further by his thumb with each step. He was deep in thought as he returned home. He was fighting with Yoongi...which was kind of commonplace. What they were arguing about was stupid, and it really worried Zico that they fought so much over things that were so unimportant. They were both passionate, Yoongi was very self-conscious and defensive; Zico was proud when it came to certain things or vindictive when it came to the amount of times he backed down and let Yoongi have things his way. Sometimes he wanted to win too.

Of course, once he cooled off he realized things were stupid and he knew he had to calm things between them, which was why one of the plastic bags he carried contained an enormous supply of film. Peace offering and a little pouting, letting Yoongi beat on him for a few moments while he tried to get close...and usually the rest took care of itself. At least with all the fighting came intense makeup sex.

He was almost upon his doorstep when he glanced up and saw the pink haired figure sitting on a duffle bag outside it. It struck him how small and helpless Yoongi looked and how foolish it was for him to sit outside when there was literally a gun warehouse next door to them full of gangsters. He opened his mouth to scold Yoongi, not caring at this point if it prolonged their reconciliation. When a similar but definitely different face looked up to meet him, Zico’s eyes widened and he stared, struggling to put things together as the small Yoongi spoke up.

The accent, the sass, and then finally, he asked about Yoongi after he was pretty sure he’d checked him out. Zico didn’t talk much about his family and neither did Yoongi, but hadn’t he mentioned he had a brother at some point? A little brother? One that apparently was a tiny clone of him. Zico’s steps had slowed when he saw the Yoongi impersonator, but by now he was upon him.

He couldn’t stop staring at him, transfixed by the similarities. Now that he was closer he realized they didn’t look exactly alike, but the hair and the satoori were enough to shock him for several moments. He finally spoke up, clearing his throat first. “You’ve got the right place. He lives here,” Zico explained as he looked down at who he assumed must be Yoongi’s little brother. He was adorable.

“Did you ring the bell and no one answered?” he asked, nodding slowly when Jihoon answered. “I guess he’s not home yet,” he said, offering the younger boy a smile as he stepped around him and unlocked the exterior door. “You’re his little brother?” he asked as he opened the door and held it for Jihoon to pass through. “I’m uh..” he hesitated, not sure how to introduce himself or what to introduce himself as, to be honest.

“I’m Jiho-hyung...Yoongi’s roommate,” he explained, going for the most polite and formal explanation since he wasn’t sure how dead he’d be if he told Yoongi’s little brother he was his boyfriend.

He locked the exterior door, watching Jihoon’s eyes as he looked around the garage. He slowly walked over to the metal staircase, checking over his shoulder to make sure Jihoon followed him. At the top of the stairs, Zico paused to unlock the actual door to their apartment but this time he entered first. He slipped out of his shoes and walked directly to the kitchen counter to put his heavy bags down.

“So I’m guessing your hyung doesn’t know you were planning to visit?” Zico asked as he glanced Jihoon’s way as he began to put groceries away. At least once Yoongi got home and was shocked by seeing his younger brother had shown up, maybe he’d forget that he was mad at Zico in the first place.

[1amting]

they look so alike we have to put them together.

[nabilanacard]

Lee Chi Hoon

[withyoongi]

Yoongi living in your trash can like Oscar the Grouch. Occasionally he emerges from his garbage pit to rap about filth and make bitter remarks about life.

[ztaohs]

God has three letters and so does Tao

Jesus has five letters and so does Zitao

[cancernal]

they are brothers. you can see that.

[yg88-blog1]

Hong Kong 150612 | Made Tour © Seungri Acetory

[mcdkkk]

彼らの旅はこれからも続く！（少年誌の連載最終回風）

[lovingseungni]

seungri….the white horse???

LMAOOO

[yg88-blog1]

he achieved his dream

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Retribution [ WB & KS ]

[acadiamuses]

“Yes, sir…”

“Yes, sir…”

“It won’t happen again, sir…”

“Yes, sir…”

Kyungsoo bowed low to his boss and then excused himself from the older man’s office. He closed the door first and then let out a deep, heavy sigh. He took a step to the side, leaning back against the wall. Leaning his head back, Kyungsoo stared up at the ceiling for a minute before he closed his eyes. It was rare for him to be reprimanded. Of course, it was equally as rare for him to have this much difficulty carrying out a mission.

It was true that his last couple of missions had become increasingly more difficult as the skill level of his targets had increased. Even if they had presented him with more trouble, Kyungsoo had completed them all on his first attempt. His final target was proving much more difficult. He had already made multiple attempts and each time Kyungsoo had failed. This target’s skill level exceeded Kyungsoo’s expectations and although he’d come close a couple of times, each time the target had escaped him.

Kyungsoo finally left the office and stepped outside, his steps slowing as he realized it was snowing. It was probably the last snowfall of the year, probably not even enough to stay until the next morning, but at the moment it was so beautiful.

“Ah…oppa, it’s snowing,” Kyungsoo whispered, his voice holding that slightest hint of childish awe. An innocent smile on his lips as he looked up at the night sky, the snowflakes looked like stars that were falling from above. “It’s so pretty…” he added softly, growing distracted from their surveillance. He slid over closer to Wonbin, nestling himself into the older man’s side. With a soft laugh Kyungsoo reached up, ruffling Wonbin’s hair that had a light layer of snow covering it.

When Wonbin looked at him, Kyungsoo smiled awkwardly and turned away. “I know, I know. Get back to work,” he said, assuming that he was going to scolded for slacking off on their mission. Kyungsoo lifted up his binoculars, searching for their target in the building across the street. They’d been on the roof for hours and it was getting colder and colder. Kyungsoo thought about suggesting they make some hot chocolate when they got home, maybe just curling up on the couch together to warm up, but he felt a bit too embarrassed to suggest it.

Poomf

The small snowball hit Kyungsoo in the back of the head. Kyungsoo whipped his head around, eyes wide as Wonbin acted like nothing had happened, appearing to still be focused on his work. Kyungsoo smiled warmly and turned back to his work. “I’ll make us hot chocolate when we get home…” he insisted sweetly, as he turned his full attention back to their mission.

Tears in his eyes, Kyungsoo had been stopped on the sidewalk in front of the office building for a few minutes, lost in his memories. He eventually started walking again, making his way to the nearby cafe down the block. “Hot chocolate…two, please…” he requested.

Hours later, Kyungsoo was laying on the couch, eyes fixed on the two full hot chocolates having long grown cold on the coffee table in front of him. It never got any easier. Everything reminded him of Wonbin and the memories continued to eat away at him from year to year. As the sun started to set, Kyungsoo finally dragged himself off the couch and started to get ready. He absolutely could not fail at this mission again. No matter what, tonight his target was going to be eliminated.

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The time for running had long since passed. Wonbin had a decision to make; one that required him to use himself as bait. He needed to lure this would-be assassin into a trap of his own and end this cat and mouse game. If it wasn’t Kyungsoo, he would kill him. If it was Kyungsoo, then he would let him take his vengeance. It was as simple as that and yet, Wonbin’s heart was still filled with dread and regret as he led his attacker into a building that was still under construction.

He’d already examined the building during the day. He’d memorized the layout, found himself a few good hiding spots, an escape route and a vantage point from which to hopefully get a look at his attacker when he entered the building. Wonbin ducked inside and immediately ran up the first flight of stairs, taking two at a time. He rounded the corner and crouched down, peeking through a crack in the unpatched plaster that overlooked the door.

As he had feared the most, the door opened and Kyungsoo cautiously stepped inside. He had a mask over his face, a cap on, but Wonbin immediately knew it was him from just a glimpse. Everything was falling into place now. It was no wonder he’d had so many close calls. This assassin he had trained himself, taught him to use his weakness as strengths. He had truly become a great assassin, one who could surely take out his teacher if his teacher hadn’t been surviving for a very important purpose up until this point.

Wonbin crept from his spot and continued up the stairs. Another flight upwards in silence before he started making noise here and there, luring Kyungsoo to the location he’d chosen for his death. The floor was huge and completely open except for sturdy metal pillars that provided the building’s structure. The windows had yet to be installed so cool evening wind blew into the vacant concrete chamber.

Wonbin stood in the far corner of the enormous space, his back to the staircase. The sun was just now setting, the sky changing from vibrant reds and oranges to pink and then purple as the dark of night approached. Wonbin didn’t hear a sound as Kyungsoo approached him, but he knew when he was close. He could feel him. He was sure Kyungsoo’s instincts were telling him this was too easy, but there was no place to lay a trap and Wonbin’s hands were in clear view on the sides of the unfinished half wall.

He wondered if Kyungsoo could tell it was him, if he could sense him like he did. He spoke up none the less. “You’ve truly become great, Kyungsoo-yah. I knew the day would come when we would meet again,” Wonbin said softly, slowly turning around to look at his pupil.

[acadiamuses]

‘Suga’ {Zico & Suga}

[acadiamuses]

When Zico admitted that he was working, Yoongi felt his heart sink. There was no way he could leave if he was MC’ing the event. It meant that his only options were either give up and go home, or perform in front of his boyfriend and potentially make things extremely tense and awkward between them for awhile. Truthfully, Suga didn’t think he was that bad. He’d heard some of the other guys practicing in the dressing room and he knew that he was at least better than them. He was about to perform in front of an entire club who knew just what sort of talent his boyfriend had and he was sure that they’d be judging him even harder for it.

Suga immediately blushed when Zico pointed out he was keeping secrets from him, although he was so nervous he could hardly even tell. In fact, being up on the stage, everything felt a bit hazy and Suga’s heart was pounding so hard in his chest that the hot lights on the stage were making him feel dizzy. “You weren’t supposed to be here…” Suga pointed out, scowling. “Just turn around at least. How am I supposed to do this with you watching…” Suga grumbled as he adjusted his hat and took a deep breath.

“Okay, let’s go,” he instructed, so the music could be started before he actually chickened out. As hard as it was, Suga focused on what he’d practiced, ignoring the crowd and ignoring his boyfriend.

At first he seemed tense, his movements awkward and clunky, but after a few seconds Suga seemed to lose himself in the music, words flowing from his mouth with surprising skill. The first cheer he received from the crowd was enough to boost his confidence. He was no longer the shy, naggy boyfriend of Zico, he had charisma and took control of the stage, determined to show just how capable he actually was.

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Zico was so surprised by the situation. It wasn’t that he expected Yoongi to do poorly; quite the contrary. He’d always thought Yoongi would be an excellent rapper. He had the deep raspy voice, he had the demeanor when he felt like it and he definitely had a lot to say and could say it fast, which Zico knew all too well from the numerous times he’d been scolded until his head was spinning.

What he found so surprising though, was that Yoongi had decided to share his gift with others. He was honestly quite shy and tended to bark at others to keep them away. He also knew his boyfriend was very self-conscious, so doing something like this, he knew how much courage it had taken for him try. Yoongi was also very artistic and a perfectionist, so Zico was sure he’d been working on this, in secret, for a very long time.

He didn’t dwell on the fact that Yoongi had hidden something so huge from him. Instead, he turned around when Yoongi ordered him to and walked off to the side of the stage in order to support his boyfriend. The first few lines were a bit awkward and Zico dared to peek over his shoulder to watch. He wanted to encourage Yoongi, to cheer for him, but he didn’t want to make the performance about him and steal any of the attention away from ‘Suga.’

Before Zico or the crowd knew it, Suga had found his rhythm. His flow evened out, his articulation crisp and raspy at the same time. Zico found himself turning around without knowing it. He needed to see this, experience it to his fullest. Before long a smile had spread across his lips, a giant proud smile because his boyfriend was seriously slaying everyone who had performed so far and the crowd’s cheering growing deafening by the time he’d finished.

[empiremuses]

Getaway [ Seoji & Joon ]

[acadiamuses]

Joonyoung knew his pouting wasn’t working, but he was willing to try everything he could to keep Seoji from leaving. Even though he should have known better he sincerely felt there was the slightest hint of hope that somehow he’d be able to convince him to stay, or to at least take him along. Joon slid his hips over so he straddled his older boyfriend, sitting up as his fingertips slipped underneath Seoji’s shirt to push it up a little. “You could take me with you…I could fit into one of those suitcases. I wouldn’t leave the room…you could leave your meetings early and come keep me company…it’d be a secret,” he explained, a playfully cocky smirk dancing on his lips.

Joon pulled his own shirt up and over his head, revealing his thin, pale chest as he gently rocked his hips back a little to entice his boyfriend. Big brown eyes were locked on Seoji’s as he leaned over, warmth breath ticking across the older man’s waist. He gave a teasing laugh before he started placing kisses along those enticing abs, teasing his boyfriend as he lightly licked and nibbled him.

“I’d be a nice treat after all your long meetings, right?” Joonyoung pointed out, long fingers easily unbuttoning Seoji’s pants. “I could…help relieve your stress, or tension,” he suggested, before looking up at Seoji with a sly smirk. “Or be your personal alarm clock? I know the best way to wake oppa up, after all,” he added with a laugh, moving his kisses lower and lower.

“So I can go, right?” he asked, fully prepared to reward his oppa for giving him the answer he wanted, or rolling over and sulking if he was denied.

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Seoji started to tense as soon as Joonyoung swung a long leg over his body. Going a week without Joon was definitely going to be difficult simply because he’d grown so accustomed to having an extremely active sex life. Joon was a pleasure-seeking little thing and it seemed Seoji was what brought him the most pleasure. He’d become quite spoiled over the past few months. He had a willing participant any time he felt the urge and as much as Joon wanted pleasure for himself, he was also truly giving when it came to his satisfaction.

The older man grunted softly, his hardness growing almost immediately from Joon’s teasing. He knew exactly what he was doing, but Joon had been sulking for the past few days so his tension was growing. “Joon-ah...” Seoji warned softly, inhaling sharply when Joon unbuttoned his pants. He couldn’t give Joon the answer he wanted, but right now he also wanted nothing else more than to say ‘yes.’

When his phone rang from inside his pants pocket, Seoji sighed dejectedly. It was a chance for him to escape saying ‘no’ to Joon, since he was sure he wouldn’t be getting any satisfaction after saying it. He gently pushed Joon off of him as he sat up and answered the call. He glanced at Joon from the corner of his eye as he sulked, but after listening for a moment he frowned deeply.

“He’ll be right there,” Seoji promised before hanging up. “You have to go to work. Bangbang’s team had trouble tonight so we’ve got a mess to clean up,” Seoji explained as he stood up and buttoned his pants. “I’ll go in with you,” he said softly. He knew Joon was going to be seriously annoyed he had to go in so late and would most likely be working all night. Even though he had a lot of work left to do himself, he was still willing to go in and stay with Joon for as long as he could.