Chapter 17

Stepping closer, Baek Haegyeon raised a hand and placed it on Jiho’s shoulder. It looked like an encouraging gesture, but to Jiho’s highly trained body, it felt like a sudden, unhesitating threat. His hand reflexively shot toward his waist, where his holster used to be, only to grasp at empty air. A flash of embarrassment hit him. A second or two later, Jiho awkwardly lowered his hand and studied Haegyeon’s expression. “You seem like a cop. Fix that habit.” Ever since he was first called out on it at the hotel, it was a habit he had been repeatedly reprimanded for over the past few days.