hostage // minsung

4

// sexual references

Before Chan and Minho had come back, Jeongin went upstairs to his room for privacy, glad to see that his roommates Seungmin and Changbin weren't there. He covertly messaged one of the leaders of the Sons of Lucifer. He had a video game going in the background to call up if he needed a cover for his illicit activity.

"Hey," he messaged Yeonjun.

Yeonjun immediately called him.

"The fuck?" Jeongin whisper-yelled. He typed, "What the fuck you know I can't call."

"I'm going to send you voice notes because I need to scream at you."

Jeongin rolled his eyes. "K." He left to get his headphones and came back to multiple voice messages. He lazily plugged in his headphones, taking his time slipping them in his ears, knowing it would piss the ombre blonde off.

He checked the messages. "What happened today?" A minute later, "Answer you little shit." Not even a minute later, Jeongin suspected it had been sent right after, he received, "Yang Jeongin I swear to Lucifer I will set you on hellfire and turn you into an incubus."

Jeongin calmly typed back. "If being a demon in hell means I get laid, I'm down." He got the conversation back on track. "I'm surprised you were even paying attention today."

"What's that supposed to mean."

"Can we just video chat? You can talk and I'll text."

Yeonjun immediately video-called him and asked, "Why wouldn't I be paying attention?" He watched as Jeongin smirked, typing, and quickly maneuvered between apps to the call to see Yeonjun's expression.

"I thought you'd be too busy fucking Soobin."

Yeonjun glanced around his room, as if his love could see his phone from downstairs. "Respect your elders you little shit," he growled.

"If respect includes sucking your ass I'm out."

"Speaking of ass, how's it going with Hwang?"

Jeongin's heart flipped hearing Hyunjin's name. He hesitated before typing, "He found out."

"WHAT." Yeonjun's eyes widened at the small screen, knowing that Jeongin could only be talking about his status as a double-agent for Bloodlust and the Sons of Lucifer. "Wait wait wait. How long ago?" He impatiently waited; Jeongin couldn't possibly type fast enough.

"A few weeks ago. Beomgyu already knows."

Yeonjun huffed, not wanting to be left out of the loop. "You were supposed to tell me that as soon as it happened but whatever, I'll just ask Gyu."

Jeongin felt disappointed, wanting to talk about his relationship.

Reading his face, Yeonjun said, "Unless you want to talk about it later."

"Yeah, thank you, I'd like that."

"So what happened? You promised that no one would have their guns on him. And what was with the chloroform?"

Jeongin grimaced, remembering his lie. He made his expression look regretful as he typed, "I'm sorry, I warned them not to shoot earlier. And I didn't mean to add so much chloroform, it was just to sell the act." How much was another lie? It wasn't like Yeonjun truly trusted him, being a double-agent. He changed the subject. "Where were you watching from?"

"I was in the building next to the garage, in some old bedroom. Your people were having a hard time finding each other in the dark, so I made a crash on the inside to grab their attention." He shook his head at the inexperienced recruits, needing to be rounded up like dogs.

Jeongin raised his eyebrows. "How'd you make the crash?"

"I broke a bed frame."

"Don't let Soobin hear that you cheated."

Yeonjun yawned, unprovoked. "That would technically be masturbating, which we don't consider cheating, so no."

Jeongin thought he heard footsteps outside and pulled one earphone out of his ears, goosebumps prickling over his skin. "Gotta go, I think I hear them coming."

He abruptly ended the call to Yeonjun's harried face, quickly turned off his notifications, and rushed downstairs to see Jisung again.