Jongwoon inserted a new memory card in his camera and sighed, weeks worth of work gone in a flash. There was no way he could recover the shots he had lost with that memory card and he could hear Ryeowook's voice echo in his head, “You should have backed it up.” His agent was a sweetheart on the surface, but he was a terrible nag and cutthroat negotiator. Jongwoon cringed at the thought of telling Ryeowook he might not make the deadline for his latest exhibition because some handsome stranger had distracted him long enough to steal it.     Jongwoon felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment at the memory of the kiss. He should be bitter and angry with Sungmin for deceiving him in such a way, but he really couldn't bring himself to care that much. He was actually quite taken with the mysterious stranger and that was the root of the problem. If he hadn't become so enamored with the stranger he wouldn't have lingered in that alleyway. Then he wouldn't have been shot at, he wouldn't have had to run for his life, and he wouldn't have experienced that mind-blowing kiss.    Jongwoon retraced his steps from the night before and took some measurements while the sun was still out. He adjusted the lens on his camera and sighed again. Maybe he should just give up the idea of taking stills of Seoul at night. It turned out to be way too risky. His inspiration for his latest project had dissipated with the wind and now he was more obsessed with capturing movement and people. Individuals and social groups. It would still be a project about Seoul, but more about the inhabitants of Seoul rather than the bones and structures of the buildings that it was composed of. It's a shame that the gallery had already begun promoting his latest exhibition as nighttime cityscapes of the city. Jongwoon swore under his breath, he was really not in the mood to recapture night scenes after being shot at. Now he was much more interested in a certain man with full lips and a perfect profile than he was in architecture. Sungmin inspired him in ways he had never thought possible. He raked his fingers through his hair and groaned, was this what it felt like to finally have a muse?    Jongwoon shook his head as if he could physically rid himself of distracting thoughts and tried to focus on the work at hand. He looked through his viewfinder and zoomed in on the entryway of an extravagant hotel, when a group of men in black suits and dark sunglasses caught his eye. The leader of the pack was tall and muscular and to his immediate right was... Jongwoon's breath caught in his throat. The second man was shorter, but no less intimidating than the first ,with his lips set into a grim line. Jongwoon could recognize that profile anywhere, it was Sungmin.    He had checked the news as soon as he had returned home the night before. The shootings were plastered over every station. Thankfully, no one knew about him or Sungmin. An infamous mob boss was found dead in the building that Sungmin had escaped out of and judging from the reaction, the shorter man definitely had something to do with it. The nature of Sungmin's occupation was getting more and more suspicious. Jongwoon