ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

nonstop. [jaewin]

a/n: a big chunk of me being cheesy over rivals-in-love jaewin because I'm a big sucker for every sort of enemies-to-lovers trope. wrote this a while back and not proof-read, take it as you will. and it's long.

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sicheng lacks of finesse when he jumps over the gate on both of his feet. but it's okay, because what he's going to do doesn't require any courtesy.

he glides over through the back door, sneaking away from guards with his petite body frame and skills; only having to knock one out so he won't get caught. he uses the ID card he slung over his neck to open the doors and it works wonders – thanks to xiaojun and his geek skills.

he's faster than he's been before due to the poor security. sicheng couldn't care less about that. if any, he's grateful.

" the safe should be in the vault, last door to the left ," xiaojun says over his earpiece, typing something into his laptop as he crunches his nose to lift his glasses up. " use the card and enter the password. it's 170119 ."

" 170191 ?" sicheng asks for confirmation as he uses the butt of his gun to hit the head of another guard. the man collapses and sicheng gets going, maintaining a steady pace. he didn't mind the cctvs, since xiaojun has hacked them anyways.

he could feel xiaojun rolling his eyes through the phone. " 170119, idiot. you're so bad with numbers ."

" and you're so bad with your men ." he comments, smirking.

" shut the fuck up, okay ?" the younger's words only make him burst into laughter.

" seriously though ," sicheng's voice drops into a whisper as he enters another level, then switches to normal when he makes sure no one else is there. " how's kunhang ?"

" we made up, if that's what you're asking ."

now, he could feel the shade of bright pink creeping to xiaojun's cheeks. and he's probably biting his bottom lip. it's his habit whenever he's shy, sicheng notices. " good. I don't want you to become a lonely man yet again ."

" shut up ." xiaojun snarls and sicheng giggles again.

the big steel door stands in front of him and sicheng takes a deep breathe. his work is always flawless, given he's been in this field for five years already, but this particular case is giving him the creeps. he has bad feelings, but he shakes them away.

he puts the code in, slides the card over and after a pregnant pause, the door clicks – before it opens. sicheng scans his surroundings before he gets in and the door closes behind him. he doesn't bother to check if it's locked or not. xiaojun's probably into it, anyways.

it's cliché how things always end up the same. sicheng wonders if something's so important, why would people lock them up in a safe and then put them in the middle of a vault with poor-security, where everyone could see? it's careless. rich people are careless, he thinks.

but then again, it's not his concern. he's here to get his job done. and it's what he's exactly doing. he crouches down in front of the safe, running his hands over it as he studies it, like it's a crying kid he's trying to comfort.

and like a kid, too, he needs some help to 'consult' the big, black box in front of him.

" what's the pass ?" he murmurs into his earpiece, his fingers trailing on the safe's button pad. strangely, there's no numbers on it.

" hold on, it's pretty tricky ," xiaojun squints his eyes as his fingers tap against his keyboard. " 1-4-0-2-9-7-1-0-2-8 ," he says slowly, knowing how poor sicheng is when it comes to numbers although he was an honorary maths student. " it should be blue three times, green twice, pink once and yellow twice ."