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Four hot men x R.femele. —————————————————————————
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It was April 1st, April Fool's Day, and Sang Baek was in the office, doing what he did best: monitoring gang operations and keeping everything under control. However, his wife, with her mischievous manner and full of energy, was determined to play with him, as usual, on that day.
She was silent, sneaking around the house and planning her "trap". Sang Baek was so absorbed in her work that she didn't realize that she was already setting up the scene for her game. She took an old shirt of his, lay down dramatically on the floor, with glazed eyes and an expression of pain, as if she had been the victim of a brutal attack.
Soon, Sang Baek left the room, going to the hallway, and suddenly stopped when she saw the scene she had prepared. She was lying down, motionless, with a thread of fake "blood" running from the corner of her mouth, and a face of someone who was really hurt, maybe even dead. The scene was so well done that he was shocked for a moment, with his analytical gaze trying to understand the situation.
- What happened?! - He asked, his voice controlled, but with a slight tone of urgency. He approached, crouching next to her, touching her neck to check her pulse.
When he realized that she was not moving, his gaze hardened, and he prepared to take a serious attitude, until he heard her muffled laughter coming from below. She couldn't contain herself.
- What... are you laughing? - Sang Baek asked, with his eyebrow raised, clearly confused.
She looked at him, smiling mischievously, and then revealed the truth.
- Oh, you believed it! I was just joking, April 1st! I didn't die, relax! - She laughed, slowly getting up from the floor and taking the fake blood out of her mouth.
Sang Baek looked at her, a slight smile appearing on her lips, but it was not a smile of fun, more an expression of slight exasperation.
- You're impossible. - He said with a deep voice, but without hiding a fun tone. - Don't think I'll fall into your traps so easily next time.
She, still laughing, approached him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
- I just wanted to see your reaction! - She joked, her vibrant energy contrasting with his usual calm.
Sang Baek looked at her with a look that mixed fun and distrust, but his undisturbed attitude soon returned, as if he was aware that his wife would always do this kind of thing on April 1st.
- I'll get you back one day. - He said with a soft smile, while returning to his routine, already used to her mischief.
She just laughed, knowing that no matter how much she tried to deceive him, in the end she would always have the last laugh.
It was April 1st, the famous April Fool's Day, and Jinrang was at home, enjoying a quiet day after a long week of commitments. He was sitting on the couch, reading some papers, when he heard a noise coming from upstairs. He didn't give much importance, until the door opened and his wife appeared, with a mischievous smile on her face.
She was lying on the floor, her arms stretched out, her mouth open as if she were in a murder scene, and next to her was a plastic knife - clearly part of her staging. His clothes were messy, and his hair looked messy. She looked at him with wide eyes and a disguised smile.
- Jinrang! - She screamed dramatically. - I was murdered!
Jinrang looked at her, initially without understanding, before realizing it was a joke. He raised an eyebrow, but kept his serious expression, as if he were looking for more clues.
- Hm... it looks like someone came in here and killed you. - He said in a deep voice, his impassive posture. - I'll need to investigate this.
His wife, holding her laughter, made a face of pain, making another effort to maintain the farce.
- The murderer... he was... tall and had a cold look! - She tried to stay serious, but the laughter was about to escape.
Jinrang approached her slowly, as if he was really investigating the scene. He looked around, examining every detail carefully. The tension in the air was palpable, and his wife could barely maintain the dramatic expression, her mouth trembling from trying so much to hold on.
Finally, he knelt next to her and, with a very discreet smile, took the plastic knife. He lifted her up to examine her, but in a quick movement, he used her to give her a little slap on the ass.
- Do you think I'm going to fall for this trick? - He said, finally breaking the serious expression and smiling lightly. - April Fool's Day, isn't it?
She laughed, sitting down quickly and pulling him for a quick kiss, her joke finally revealed. Jinrang, despite his hard and ruthless nature, had fun with these little jokes that his wife liked to preach to him.
- I knew you would notice before I could continue the farce, but... you never know. - She said, still laughing.
Jinrang looked at her with his serious eyes, but with a touch of affection.
- I'll catch you next year. - He said, getting up to leave, but not without first giving him a complicit look. - And I hope the murderer left something good for dinner, since you seem to be playing at being a victim for today.
She smiled, shaking her head, and as he left the room, she knew that Jinrang, despite everything, also knew how to enjoy a moment of fun.
It was April 1st, and the house was quiet, with the soft morning light coming in through the window. Gun Park was at home, enjoying a quieter day, without the usual tensions of daily conflicts. His wife, always excited and full of energy, was planning a surprise for him. As was tradition on April Fool's Day, she wanted to play a trick on Gun - but she knew it would have to be something really convincing.
She prepared herself carefully. She put on a light makeup to look a little paler, wore a torn nightgown, and then lay down on the living room floor, with his eyes closed and an expression of pain printed on his face. She left a fake note near her hand: "Sorry, I couldn't fight anymore."
When Gun entered the room, he found her there, apparently inert, with her hand outstretched, as if she were dead. He stopped immediately when he saw the scene, the expression on his face changing from relaxed to tense. His eyes quickly scanned the room, and then focused on it. He ran to her, his hand already preparing to check her pulse.
- What happened?! - His voice came out hoarse and full of concern, something out of the ordinary for the confidence he always displayed. He shook her gently. - Hey, wake up!
She didn't moss. His heart beat faster, and the tension in the air grew.
But that's when she couldn't hold it anymore and let out a muffled giggle. He opened his eyes and saw the expression of pure concern on his face, and that made the joke worth it.
- Oh, did you think I was dead? - She asked, trying to hide her laughter.
Gun froze for a moment, his eyes widening. For a second, he could almost see his whole life passing before his eyes, his hands starting to tremble with so much anger and relief at the same time.
- You... - He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and irritation, his voice trembling slightly. - I swear, you'll pay me for it.
She tried to get up, but he quickly pulled her back to the ground with a fiery look in her eyes.
- This is not a joke, [Name]. - His voice was now low and controlled, but it didn't hide the growing fury. - Don't do that to me again.
She was still laughing, but soon realized that he wasn't joking. Gun's serious look made her laughter diminish, and she sat down, feeling the tension in the air.
- Sorry, love... I just wanted to scare you a little. - She said, trying to apologize, but she knew she had gone too far.
Gun looked at her, taking a deep breath, before finally looking away and sighing. He got up and went to the kitchen, but not without first taking one last look at it.
- You're lucky to be you. - He murmured, before leaving, leaving her with a mixed feeling of guilt and fun.
She knew he would be upset for a while, but she also knew that, deep down, he would end up giving in. After all, the tension in their relationship, no matter how intense it was, never lasted long.
While Gun was in the kitchen, she stood there, waiting for him to come back, sure that he would never fall for a joke like that again - but, at the same time, already preparing for his next big joke.
It was the first of April, and you knew that, with James, the game of pranks would be intense. You were determined to surprise him, with a bold joke, thinking about how fun it would be to see him enter your "prank". The idea seemed brilliant - to make him believe that something terrible happened, that you were... dead.
You prepared the scene carefully: a stain of red paint on the floor, a note carefully left on the table, and a text message sent from an anonymous account saying you were in danger. The house was silent when he arrived, and you expected him to go directly to the "scenario".
James entered, the door closing gently behind him. He took off his coat and looked around, without immediately noticing the scenario. You hid in a corner, watching him with a mischievous smile, waiting for the reaction.
Suddenly, he looked at the note on the table and, with an expression that quickly turned from curiosity to concern, approached. His eyes ran through the piece of paper and the stain on the floor, while his heart accelerated.
- What... - he murmured, but before he could finish, the sound of his breathing became heavier, his jaw tense.
He then walked faster to the spot of the stain, and you could see the panic starting to take over him. His gaze scanned the house, looking for any sign that something was wrong. His cell phone vibrated, and he looked at the screen. The message was there: "She won't get out of this."
The feeling of tension in the air was palpable. James, now visibly nervous, was about to call the police when you revealed yourself from behind the door, with a cute and innocent expression.
- Good morning, love! - you said, with a smile of pure fun. - Happy April Fool's Day!
James stopped, frozen in place. For a moment, you thought he could just explode with anger. He stared at you with wide eyes, and then, slowly, his shoulders relaxed. However, his expression was not of relief, but of pure coldness.
- Do you think this is funny? - His voice was calm, but the intensity in his eyes said the opposite.
You started laughing, completely excited about the success of the joke, but soon felt a chill down your spine when you saw James' expression. He approached with a firm and ruthless step.
- Never do that again. - Your voice was low, but full of a deep warning, and you realized the danger in those words.
You, a little nervous about his reaction, took a step back, trying to soften the mood.
- I was just joking! It wasn't serious, James, it was just an April 1st prank!
He stared at her with a penetrating look, his body approaching you in a dominating way.
- No. That wasn't a joke. - He spoke calmly, but with a veiled threat. He pulled you close, his eyes fixed on yours. - You'll pay for it. Not for scaring me, but for thinking he could deceive me like that.
The tension between the two intensified in an unexpected way, and you knew that the game was no longer in your control. What seemed like a simple joke had now given way to something much more serious, and James was clearly in control.
Sorry if you think the joke is too dark...
My mood may be a little black....
