Chapter 3/4: Bulletproof Lies

The first gunshot echoed like thunder.

Jinwoo froze.

His breath caught in his throat, heart racing in a rhythm that didn’t match the beat of any stage performance. This wasn’t choreography. This was real.

Sasha didn’t flinch.

He moved fast—grabbing Jinwoo’s wrist again, but this time pulling him behind him, shielding him with his own body.

“Don’t speak,” Sasha whispered, eyes sharp like glass. “Stay close.”

Jinwoo should’ve been afraid.

But he wasn’t.

He watched Sasha pull a gun from under his coat—black, cold, heavy. The kind of thing Jinwoo had only seen in movies. Except this wasn’t fiction. This was Sasha. Calm. Collected. Deadly.

“Who’s after you?” Jinwoo asked, voice barely audible.

“They’re not after me,” Sasha replied, checking the hallway with one glance. “They’re after your boss. Someone finally snapped.”

Jinwoo blinked. “You knew this was gonna happen?”

Sasha didn’t answer.

Which meant: yes.

The hallway was chaos—two bodies on the floor, blood splattered on the wall like modern art. Jinwoo’s stomach turned, but he didn’t look away. Sasha noticed.

“You’re stronger than you look,” he muttered.

“And you’re softer than I thought,” Jinwoo shot back.

Sasha smirked, even in the middle of a literal shootout. “Careful. That kind of talk might make me fall for you.”

Jinwoo rolled his eyes, heat creeping up his neck. “You’d fall for a guy in eyeliner and crop tops?”

Sasha stepped closer, gaze burning. “Only if he looks at danger the way you do.”

BOOM—another gunshot. This time closer.

Sasha pulled Jinwoo into an empty room—some kind of executive lounge. Locked the door behind them. He glanced around, calculating. Thinking.

“Window,” he said, eyes on the floor-to-ceiling glass.

“We’re on the 47th floor,” Jinwoo deadpanned.

“I said I’d protect you,” Sasha muttered. “Didn’t say it’d be easy.”

He dropped his coat, wrapped it around Jinwoo’s shoulders. “If anything happens… take this. It’s bulletproof. And don't you dare die looking pretty.”

Jinwoo’s chest tightened.

“I’m not leaving you,” he whispered.

Sasha paused.

That cold, heartless Russian mafia prince finally turned to face him—fully. Eyes no longer made of ice, but something softer. Deeper.

“You should’ve,” he said. “But damn… I’m glad you didn’t.”

Glass cracked behind them.

Not shattered—cracked. A warning shot.

Jinwoo’s breath hitched. Sasha grabbed his hand without a word and dragged him toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

“This is insane,” Jinwoo said, but he didn’t stop moving.

“Correction,” Sasha muttered, pulling out a sleek black phone from his belt holster. “This is survival.”

He tapped something. Spoke in rapid Russian Jinwoo couldn’t understand. Then: “Three minutes.”

“Until what?”

Sasha didn’t answer. He was busy yanking open a case hidden in the wall. Inside: harnesses. Ropes. Parachutes.

Oh. Hell. No.

“We’re jumping?” Jinwoo blinked. “Like… JUMPING?!”

“You said you’re not leaving me, right?” Sasha looked at him, deadly serious. “Then fly with me.”

Jinwoo stared.

This was the stupidest, most reckless thing he’d ever done.

But with Sasha looking at him like that?

He was already falling.

Outside, the wind roared. The city lights looked like stars flipped upside down.

Sasha clipped Jinwoo’s harness tight, their bodies inches apart. Jinwoo felt the warmth of his breath, the strength of his hands, the way his fingers hesitated just a second too long at his waist.

“Ready?” Sasha asked.

“No,” Jinwoo muttered. “But if I die… I’m haunting you.”

Sasha chuckled. Then his face changed—serious again, like time paused.

“If we don’t make it,” he whispered, “I need to do this at least once.”

“What—”

But Jinwoo didn’t finish.

Sasha’s lips crashed into his—hard, urgent, real. Not soft like romance. Not fake like acting. It was him. Wild. Warm. Wanting.

Jinwoo melted.

Their mouths moved like they were starving. A war between two broken souls. Fingers tangled in Sasha’s hair. A low grunt. A gasp. A kiss that tasted like smoke and danger and promises they were too scared to say out loud.

Then—BOOM.

Door burst open behind them.

Sasha grabbed Jinwoo, yelled, “HOLD ON—!”

And they jumped.

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