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[arcxzhangyixing]

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Don't deny what's inside Yoona.

[arcxzhangyixing]

Dominate Me: my character will sexually dominate yours

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10:43pm, Target: Jinpyu Kim (the owner of a seedy club and drug faction), Status: neutralized.

“They went this way!”

Yells and shouts echoed through the musty halls with enough gusto to make them shake, the feet of many burly men thumping against the mildew stained carpet as they ran, guns drawn, down the endless maze of decaying hallways.

Time to make an escape.

“What’s the plan?” Yoona panted to Yixing as they ran, the deep thunks of their pursuers shaking the ceiling above them and scattering smoky partials of dust into their darkened hair.

So much for the plan.

The Chinese man was silent as he shoved his way through the scattered remnants of shady bystanders, getting a few shouted curses in his wake before throwing his body around the next bend with his unwilling partner tagging at his tail.   

“Yixing!” She shouted agitatedly, ready to rip him a new one but was cut off before she had the chance.

Without the slightest hint of warning the taller man grabbed her arm, dragging the girl’s lighter form out of the crowded hallway and into an emptied room with that pulling momentum not simply stopping there. With Yoona already off balance Yixing used that to his advantage; hurling her disoriented body further into the room and onto the only available seat in the space, a couch, before dropping into the sofa himself.

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The menacing cluster of brawny muscle flung themselves down the hallways like an avalanche of impending hurt, smashing open doors on unsuspecting hordes in a torrent of deathly danger with screams of surprise culminated in their wake.

One door after another was thrown open until they finally reached the one their boss’ hitmen had slipped into, the poor latch not standing a chance against the full weight of its destroyer as he threw himself into it.

But the scene they came across was not two deathly hitmen.

Groaning moans echoed through the shadowed space that the burly men had broken into, their eyes landing on the only occupants; a young couple sprawled on the worn couch, bodies entangled, hair asunder, and mouths passionately slanted against one another’s.  

Yixing kissed Yoona without the smallest hint of restraint, fingers twisting aggressively into her silken brown locks, pulling her head back, and mouth painting a sinful picture against her lips as she lay below him.

The men who had burst in so suddenly halted in their advance, hovering in the midst of such a display before slowly, awkwardly backing away, the door creaking shut behind them with an audible click.

Well that shouldn’t have worked.

The Chinese man immediately ceased in his advances when the door clicked shut, still hovering inches above her as he listened closely to the herd of stomping bodyguards parading away.

“It’s a good thing they didn’t see our faces.” Yixing murmured softly as he pulled up from Yoona, staring at the door warily all the while before slipping his legs from her form and standing up fully in the musty space.

“We really need to think of a better escape route next time…” The man said mater-o-factly as he wiped his lips, moving towards the only window in the space purposefully with a vague plan of evacuation forming in his mind.

However, when no reply came, Yixing finally turned back to face Yoona.

“Aren’t you coming?”