Into The Thrill

Do I really have to worry about some little brat now?
He was facing a face more than charming enough to win anyone over. Woojin had set himself up in the version Haewon liked best.

“You thought I wouldn’t come?”
“You said you were in a meeting. You ignored my call because you said you had to be in that meeting.”
“You didn’t even call me, so I wasn’t going to come. I was kind of hurt.”

“I didn’t exactly call to ask you to come…”
“So you were just sitting there all mopey, thinking I wouldn’t show?”
“Who was sitting around all mopey? I’m a professional, too.”

“Don’t lie. You were all down. Your Dvořák and Vivaldi were half-assed. It wasn’t until the kids started clapping like crazy between every movement that you finally smiled.”
“…It was too noisy. I couldn’t concentrate.”
Haewon’s face had softened. The anger was completely gone. He was looking at Woojin with the eyes of someone falling a little more in love with a lover they already adored.

“You didn’t even know I was here and you were taking pictures with that little brat, arm in arm. You know he tried to kiss your cheek, right?”
“Are those kids crazy?”
“My mood just took a nosedive.”

He’d been in such a good mood because things with Kim Jung-geun were going well, but the moment he saw that, Woojin truly got irritated. He had to admit, it was childish.
“With a kid? He’s a first-year in high school.”
“First-year high schoolers are biologically fertile.”

“Fertile?”
“At that age, once they get horny, their ability to hold back seriously plummets.”
“You realize you’re saying something absolutely disgusting, right?”

Haewon frowned, baffled that such a thought could even occur to someone.
“I mean he could’ve gotten turned on and come, because of you.”
“You’re seriously revolting. Those kids were adorable. They gave standing ovations after every movement.”
Apparently he really found them cute. Haewon looked around with a smile, as if searching for the boy who had already disappeared.

“Didn’t expect you to have fans.”
“He said he’s signing up for our symphony’s regular membership.”
Woojin took Haewon’s violin from him.

“I told you to wear your padded coat—I bought you one in every color.”
Pointing out his light clothes, Woojin reached out. Haewon extended his hand.
“I wore ski gloves instead.”

Woojin placed Haewon’s violin in the back seat. Haewon, now in the passenger seat, took off his gloves and buckled his seatbelt. Woojin started the engine and held out his hand. Haewon gave a small laugh and took it. Woojin interlaced their fingers, gripping tightly as if to say this is mine.
“…Do you know your hands are really warm?”
“First time anyone’s said that.”

“They are warm.”
“You mean compared to other guys’ hands, right?”
“Of all the hands I’ve ever held, yours are the warmest.”

“Now I feel worse.”
“They say if someone’s hands are warm, their heart is warm too.”
“My heart is warm. I wouldn’t slice off the wrists of guys who’ve held your hand, at least.”

He wasn’t joking, but Haewon laughed in disbelief anyway.
Woojin drove toward the underpass of a bridge over the Han River—a place they’d been before. It was cold out, and there were neither people nor cars around. He parked under the bridge and took out a canned coffee from the glovebox, handing it to Haewon.
The coffee was still warm. Haewon popped it open and took a sip before handing it back. Woojin drank the rest. It was lukewarm and tasted like nothing, just a sickly sweet coffee scent. Still, it was something Haewon liked.

“Something good happen today? Ah, you got Take 2, right? Or was it number three—you said you’d be screwed if that one got out?”
“…”
Woojin stared at Haewon, unintentionally. Just some random babbling, surely, but Haewon didn’t seem ordinary in that moment. He looked like he knew something.

Draining the rest of the canned coffee, Woojin replied with deceptive ease.
“Yeah, something good happened.”
“You look relaxed. I’ve never seen your face look like that before.”

In truth, he hadn’t handled the things he was supposed to today because he’d been chasing after Haewon’s performance.
“Gonna go make a quick call.”
As Woojin reached for his phone and started to open the door, Haewon grabbed his arm.

“Do it here. It’s cold outside.”
“It’s a confidential investigation.”
“I wouldn’t understand it even if I heard.”

It wasn’t the kind of thing one could guess just from bits of conversation anyway, and Haewon wasn’t particularly interested in Woojin’s work. Even though his casual mention of “number two or three” had made Woojin flinch like a rat caught in a trap, it was more a coincidence than intention. Haewon’s nature was indifferent.
Woojin disconnected the Bluetooth from the car and put the phone to his ear. The signal hadn’t even rung twice before Jung Ho-myung’s voice came on.
―Yes, sir.

“Hand Park’s stuff over to his people. Just what we’ve got so far is enough to press charges. Apply the right legal angle to guarantee prison time. Let him get a taste of jail.”
―Understood.
“We’re hitting the chief of staff.”

―Sorry, who?
Before Jung Ho-myung could spit out more dumb questions, Woojin continued.
“Not just the chief himself—his parents, wife, kids, in-laws, extended family, his building’s security guard, driver, housekeeper—if there’s a housekeeper, tear her down too. Strip him bare and sweep it all. Don’t report any of this to the division chief.”

―Park Yong-ho’s a ruling party member. If we go up against the Blue House again, this time the division chief could really lose his head. You and I might not walk away clean, either. Things are already tense as hell. The Prosecutor General and Minister practically bet their lives because of HanKyung Group.
Jung Ho-myung sounded grim and determined.
“I’m not doing the investigation.”

―Then you want me to?
He jumped at the thought. Woojin let out a snort. Just because he delegated work often, Jung Ho-myung had clearly gotten too full of himself.
“Of course not you.”

―Then who?
“Special Prosecutor’s taking it. I’m recommending Kim Hanse as dispatched prosecutor.”
―Kim Hanse? So all this time you’ve been…

His voice trailed off in shock.
“Back him hard. He’s doing big work.”
―Understood.

“Leave nothing untouched. Even dig through his aides. Check the office manager from his law firm days, too. We need something—anything—that’ll give us leverage.”
―I’ll proceed right away.
If they didn’t find something now, it’d get complicated. The chief of staff needed to let go of Kim Jung-geun. Woojin held the proxy shares with voting rights. As long as the VIP didn’t intervene, Woojin could turn Jung-geun into a puppet, a powerless figurehead. Seok Hwa and Kim Soyoung would do exactly as they were told, and wouldn’t even understand how Woojin devoured HanKyung Group right in front of them.

He’d hand over the corruption files to Kim Hanse and take down both Take 2 and 3 at once.
Just like Haewon said, today had been a good day.
When the call ended, Woojin slipped the phone into his jacket pocket—only to feel a burning gaze fixed on him. Haewon, sitting beside him, was staring with intense eyes.

“What?”
“…I’m really turned on right now.”
“What? Why all of a sudden?”

“You just look… what should I call it—so bad. Like a proper delinquent. Ugh, I have a fetish for dirty cops in uniform. Corrupt public officials… that shit turns me on.”
“What are you even saying?”
He didn’t understand the words, didn’t understand the meaning. Haewon unfastened his seatbelt, huffing, and shrugged off his coat before climbing onto Woojin’s lap.

With a grunt, he straddled Woojin, who reached to push the seat back with the button beside the driver’s seat. Once there was space, Haewon wrapped his arms around Woojin’s neck and kissed him hard. Woojin embraced him by the back, lips parting to swallow Haewon’s tongue with equal urgency. He sucked it in deep, curling around the base of it, and Haewon let out a faint moan. Grabbing Woojin’s nape, then clutching at his hair, Haewon ran his fingers over every part he could reach, clutching tightly as if trying to mess him up.
“Mm, mmm…”
Woojin locked his soft lower lip between his own and suckled it gently. The taste of the coffee they’d shared lingered, melting into the saliva and lips. Woojin licked all around his mouth. Haewon, twisting his head as he dove in, smiled.

“What are you doing… wiping me down or something, huh?”
It was like his lips had been glazed with honey. Woojin kept licking. His tongue, busy tending to Haewon, was soon met by Haewon’s own, flicking in tandem. Even Woojin laughed. Haewon draped his arms over his neck and whispered.
“Stop licking and say something dirty.”

“Dirty like what?”
“Like earlier—you were saying you’d show them jail, strip them bare, destroy everything. That kind of stuff.”
“You really want me to punish you like that?”

I’ve seen Haewon get turned on by talk like that before. There was a time he asked to be punished, stuck a piece of metal no bigger than a finger into himself, and started jerking off right in front of Woojin. It was a day Haewon had clearly decided to drive Woojin wild. If it weren’t for Woojin’s highly trained self-control, he wouldn’t have been able to restrain himself that day.
“I want to be punished. Punish me. Prosecutor, please punish me. I’m a really, really bad boy. I pee wherever I want, play with toys… and I lie all the time, and I make prank calls, and…”
“Sounds like that ass needs a good spanking.”

Woojin smacked Haewon’s ass with a loud slap. Haewon gasped with his mouth open, moaning from the impact, then looked up at Woojin with dissatisfaction.
“What?”
“Say it. I want to hear it.”

“Oh, you just want to hear my voice, huh?”
Haewon nodded eagerly, like yes, exactly that, that’s what I want. Haewon liked Woojin’s voice. Said it sounded like the strings of a violin. Rumor had it he’d recorded Woojin’s voice from a phone call and played it back ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) through headphones whenever he had a spare moment.
Once, even with Woojin right next to him, he’d put on his headphones to listen to that recording—and Woojin, dumbfounded, had simply pressed a finger to Haewon’s lips and told him to be quiet.

After thinking for a moment, Woojin opened his mouth.
“Mr. Moon Haewon.”
“Yes, Prosecutor.”

Haewon’s eyes sparkled with intelligence and anticipation as he looked up at him.
“You’ve committed more than a few violations. Based on Articles 254, 250, and 25 of the Criminal Code, stabbing someone in the eye counts as attempted murder. Posing as a college student when you’re about to hit thirty? That’s clear fraud under Article 347. Forging documents? Article 231. Public urination? A petty offense, Article 3 Section 12—ten thousand won fine. And you cheated on me with a piece of metal? That’s a crime of impudence. You mocked me, so that’s mocking. You doubted me, so we’ll call that mistrust. What is this—are you a career criminal?”
“…I should just keep my mouth shut.”

Haewon looked at him in disbelief, wrapping his arms around Woojin’s shoulders.
“That’s not all. What you’re doing right now counts as public indecency.”
“If it’s a public performance that’s indecent, does it still count if it’s adults-only? Neither of us are minors.”

Haewon asked so innocently that Woojin’s eyebrow twitched.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You said public indecency.”

“I didn’t mean that kind of performance, like at an orchestra…”
The ignorance made Woojin feel like his brain was short-circuiting. He let out a deep sigh, cradling his forehead.
“What does the dictionary say? What kind of performance are we talking about?”

“Something done in public or in a state where it’s visible to others. You don’t know ‘publicly’?”
“Ahhh, publicly, like in plain sight. Got it. I’ll have Prosecutor Hyun Woojin arrested in an hour for being caught in the act.”
“What’s the charge?”

“Violation of public indecency laws. Offending society’s moral sexual sensibilities in a public setting.”
Woojin looked at him, baffled. This was the same guy who thought ‘performance’ meant orchestra, yet he knew the exact legal definition of public indecency?
“I just remembered—when you drooled and it stuck to my face.”

Haewon tapped his own cheek, like here, right here. Woojin had no idea what the hell he was talking about. He was impossible to predict, always swerving in unexpected directions.
Haewon leaned in close, pressing his lower half against him.
“So then… did I offend your moral sexual sensibilities, Prosecutor?”

“Yes, you did. Deeply. So much I’m angry.”
Woojin groped and kneaded Haewon’s ass. Haewon’s waist began to subtly sway, stirring Woojin’s arousal below.
“Then I should be arrested too. Because of me, your cock is standing hard from how offended your moral sexual sensibilities are. You’re angry and it’s this hard… your moral sexual sensibilities, from someone as indecent as me, made your cock—ah, this hard.”

Haewon sat on his thigh and circled his hips. He brought his hand down and began to stroke Woojin’s crotch. The erect cock was hard as stone. Haewon’s fingers teased it like a beak tapping over its surface.
“Moon Haewon, you’re going to jail.”
“Prosecutor.”

“You want me to go easy on you?”
“No. Don’t go easy. Punish me. Really hard. With this.”
Haewon whispered as he ran his hand over Woojin’s cock, now completely formed and bulging.

It was like playing house. That’s what it felt like. And this bizarre game of his, this absurd roleplay, chipped away at Woojin’s rational mind like a corrosive acid. His intellect and composure—usually cold and precise like a blade—were unraveling.
His head felt hot. His chest was already heaving. The inside of the car suddenly felt too hot, suffocating, like the air had been drained of oxygen.
“Prosecutor Hyun Woojin, if you buy a uniform, do I have to wear it? I want to see it. I’m going to strip it off you. I’ll take it all off, then eat you alive.”

Haewon pressed his lips against Woojin’s, smacking them with wet kisses as he spoke. Woojin undid his belt buckle. Haewon’s hand slid inside, reaching for the cock radiating his scent, and wrapped around it.
It was strange. Woojin always acted like a different person around him, like he’d swapped out a gear just for Haewon. And yet… sometimes that felt more like his true nature. He had Haewon’s love now. He didn’t need to keep working to win his heart. But still, Woojin wanted to stay in his good graces. He didn’t want to shatter whatever fantasy Haewon had of him. He wanted to be the perfect lover. Someone Haewon couldn’t think past.
Even when he should be too busy to even think of seeing Haewon—caught up in the middle of everything with Kim Jung-geun—Woojin had someone feeding him reports on Haewon through a hidden tracker, playing the role of loving boyfriend like it was some personal hobby.

And Haewon was the type to reward effort with love. When Woojin tried a little, Haewon liked him more. When Woojin tried a bit harder, Haewon loved him more.
That must be why, Woojin thought as he slipped his hand under Haewon’s clothes, caressing the soft curve of his back—why even now, in the middle of all this chaos, he had no problem getting tangled up with Haewon.
∞ ∞ ∞

They didn’t even need to dig deep. A few of the Chief of Staff’s own crimes had already floated to the surface.
There were several questionable deposits during his time as a lawyer—funds with no clear usage—and a previous indictment for forging evidence during a trial, though he’d been cleared. Someone must have covered for him. It was all old enough that it hadn’t come up during confirmation hearings.
Just in case, they also looked into special admissions for his children and the small gallery supposedly run by his wife as its director. Woojin had hoped HanKyung’s tip-off would lead to something there, but the laundering was so clean it left no trace.

Woojin requested a meeting with the Chief of Staff. The official residence was older than he expected. The Chief of Staff was already waiting. Seated on a guest sofa in an office with phoenix patterns painted on the walls, he stood as Woojin entered.
Woojin gave a short bow, and the older man returned it with a courteous smile, offering a handshake. Woojin responded politely.
“An honor to meet you. I’m Hyun Woojin, Special Investigations Division 3, Central Prosecutor’s Office.”

“I got word from the Deputy Chief Prosecutor. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Woojin didn’t have time for small talk. There were times to slow down and times to strike before the other side could even raise their guard—this was the latter. He had to get the Special Prosecutor approved before Kim Jung-geun could react.
He took the seat offered to him. The Chief of Staff poured him some tea.

“Have you heard anything about me from CEO Kim Jung-geun?”
“…CEO Kim Jung-geun?”
He feigned ignorance. But his brow stiffened for a split second—he couldn’t fully hide it.

“The prosecution isn’t trying to pick a fight with the Blue House.”
“I don’t follow.”
“You need to help us get CEO Kim Jung-geun arrested and tried.”

“There’s still only suspicion. Nothing’s been clearly proven. And weren’t you supposed to become his son-in-law?”
The man pretended not to know Kim Jung-geun, yet his instincts were sharp. He was probing for Woojin’s real intentions.
“Please let this proceed as a Special Prosecution. I mean don’t obstruct it.”

“I really don’t understand what you’re talking about. Does Mr. Kim know you’re doing this?”
“I hear you’re eyeing the general election next year.”