Fics like warm bed on a cold saturday morning

"Why did your men say we were dating?" Gi-hun asked. "They're stupid," said In-ho, then, "that errand boy of yours, what's his name, Woo-seok? Why would he tell the mercenaries you hired that I was your boyfriend?" "He doesn't always know what he's talking about," Gi-hun took another drag of his cigarette, before In-ho swatted it from his hand and stubbed it out against the ashtray; he'd always hated it when Gi-hun smoked, and he'd been helping Gi-hun quit by ensuring Gi-hun couldn't get his fix when no cigarette remained between his fingers without getting taken away by a fierce force named Hwang In-ho. "What about your brother?" he added. "Jun-ho always talks shit out of his ass," In-ho huffed, "of course, he'd say you and I were a thing." In which everybody in In-ho's and Gi-hun's lives is just wrong. Obviously. Lovers? That's ridiculous. The Front Man and Player 456 are sworn enemies.

Fics like warm bed on a cold saturday morning

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