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"Don't chase the rabbit!"

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse willbe shown a random memory from my muse's past.

A series of numbers encoding a hidden message popped up on the display as swift, nimble fingers accurately glided across the keyboard. Gikwang intently stared at the computer screen through his thick black frames, quickly trying to figure out what the hell was going on with the National Intelligence Service’s servers.

It was imperative that he discover the source as soon and encoded message as possible in order to help assist a NIS field agent. So the faster he worked, the sooner he could prove his worth of being one of the agency’s finest information technology support engineers.

‘Stop,’ he heard the agent suddenly say.

Halting for a brief second, he raised his fingers off the keyboard and redirected his attention from the screen to the other. A puzzled expression fell on his features as his eyebrows furrowed tightly together. He wasn’t sure why they had requested for him to suddenly stop his work, but remained silent for the time being. Whatever caught the agent’s eye must have been important.

‘Go in on there,’ the agent directed him to focus on a particular spot on the screen.

Typing a few inputs with a swift swipe and a click, he zoomed in on the specific spot the agent had pointed out. Perhaps a field agent’s eye would provide a better insight than the quartermaster. In this case, he hoped his senior was right for he was puzzled by this encryption.

'There-- the circle line of the Seoul Metropolitan Subway. It runs along towards city hall. It's usually busy on a daily basis, so use that as the point of origin.'

With a nod of his head in confirmation, Gikwang used those coordinates in order to bypass the security luck. ‘It worked!’ he mused as soon as the large screen began to light up with new information. A series of lines soon unraveled itself, forming some sort of image on the display.

❝ Huh, it looks like it’s a map of something-- ❞ he deducted after realizing what it was.

‘It’s a map of Seoul-- The map’s a terrain version of Seoul.’

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"Don't chase the rabbit"

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse willbe shown a random memory from my muse's past.

❝ We can still have some fun without me actually being there. Just listen to my voice; use your hands and think of me, ❞ he whispered softly through the phone.

Perhaps he was out of line to be acting out so daringly. It normally wasn't like him to behaving so lewdly, especially with someone who was a colleague of his at the National Intelligence Service. Going against his better judgment he gave into the drunken bliss and fell into temptation. He did not want to hold back anymore than he already has.

Consequences be damned.

Several exchanges were made between him and Hyerim. Some were more intimately detailed than others. Gikwang said things he normally wouldn’t say. Things he would not dare say if he wasn’t under the influence of alcohol. In a way, he became a different person so to speak. The twenty-four year old became bolder in his words and more assertive in what he wants. Was it for the better or for worse? That was debatable.

A cold sweat glistened his body as he tossed and turned in bed. Soft moans could be heard in between his exchanges and his actions. ❝ Fuck... ❞ he slowly drawled in a rough pant. The sensation he was feeling was far to much. He had lost himself in the pleasure of his sexual fantasy with the woman on the other line.

❝ You're so tight, Hyerim-ah. So... fucking tight. ❞

Pumping his hand harder, he increased in speed, giving into the primitive nature of his lustful desires. The only thing he wanted now was his release. The sound of his heavy breathing and erratic groans echoed throughout his room and over the phone. His moans intensified as the pleasure finally overcame him like a tidal wave crashing down.

He had finally reached the blissful climax.

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☤ - A memory of death/loss.

Zugzwang was the case he worked on, as a technical support engineer, where the death and the loss of an innocent stained first his hands. Even if it wasn’t technically his fault, the twenty-four year old still feels accountable for the events that lead up to her death.

                       ❝ I can barely sleep, ❞ he admitted, unsure as to how this was suppose                           to help him cope. ❝ I fear that I’ll dream about her dying every time. ❞

After some time and several therapy sessions with a reputbale psychologist recommended by the National Intelligence Service, Gikwang was finally able to successfully move on.