There was a time when they were on different sides of the law. Back then, Woohyun was fully human and a detective, and Sunggyu wasn’t yet the Master of the City of Seoul. And Hoya? Hoya was just a werepanther, conflicted.

Curiosity killed the cat.

When Sunggyu first met Howon, he was not even a master vampire, let alone the Master of the City of Seoul. Then, Sunggyu was just the second-in-command of Jeonju, forced to entertain weres for politics, and Howon a mere young werepanther, offered by his pack leader as blood donor. Neither of them were particularly willing, but both of them had duties to fulfill.

“We were just thinking,” Hoya says, his voice suddenly low and a little gravelly, “that it was really fun to blow party blowers in your face during the fanmeeting just now.” Woohyun gulps a little. (It’s not because of Hoya’s voice, he swears.) “Except of course,” Sungyeol continues, voice even lower and way too close to Woohyun’s ear, though his lips don’t actually touch Woohyun, “it’ll be even more fun doing this without the party blowers.” “…what?”

There's two lines of thought in his brain, one telling him to go ahead and try on the piece of clothing - it's just a bralette, it's not going to bite - while the other tells him he's ridiculous for even wanting to put it on. Sunggyu takes a while before he decides - To hell with the norms. This can be his little secret; no one has to know.