A SECRET AGENT
A GANG MEMBER
AN ILLEGAL RACER
CAN YOU BE ALL?
Earth is a secret agent whose only job is to catch the organizer of the monthly Midnight Race
Mix is the winner of every Midnight Race...until now
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Mix knows, he knows.
It doesn't matter how or from whom. What matters is that he knows, and Earth wasn't the one who told him. Is he gonna kick him out? Shot him? Why was Earth so stupid to bring the gun with himself to Mix's bedroom? He should keep it in his room, safely hidden where it was before.
It was strange. Mix sounded hurt, but he just kissed Earth and said he loved him. And he has definitely done all of this willingly despite already knowing everything.
"But, Earth, Colt? Really? I thought you would go with something newer, like Beretta or something." Mix was swinging the gun in his hand, looking so naturally as if swinging the gun was one of his habits. And maybe it was. How would Earth know?
"I...I prefer classics." Earth said, wondering why was this the first thing he said to Mix instead of explaining himself.
"Hmm, I see. Nothing against Colt. It's your personal taste." Mix shrugged, making his steps back to where Earth was sitting. To Earth's surprise, Mix sat back on his lap, the gun still swinging in his hand.
"So, love, will you finally tell me everything or should I wait another month or two to find another piece of information I don't know about you yet?"
Earth's heart stopped for a second.
Earth's eyes were focused on his gun in Mix's hand. Mix wouldn't shot him. There's no way this is happening. His Mix wouldn't do that. Mix loves him. He said it. Earth felt it every time they kissed, every time they touched. In the way they looked at each other and talked to each other. This wasn't happening.
Not hearing any response from Earth, Mix followed the direction of Earth's gaze and when he did, a small laugh escaped his lips, shaking his head he put the gun away.
"Earth, what," Mix chuckled, "what kind of secret agent are you? You should be able to handle me with one hand the moment I picked up the gun."
Earth was quiet. Shocked. He did not know what to do. Is Mix mad? Is he not? Does he want to kill him? Does he not?
Earth's mind was a mess.
What if not telling Mix, was the worst mistake he has ever done?
"Earth, love, hey, I'm not gonna shoot you. I'm not even holding the gun anymore." Mix said, his voice gentle, calming, trying to get some words from Earth.
"You are not mad?" Earth asked carefully.
Mix caressed Earth's face, "mad? No. Sad? A little."
"Mix, I'm so sorry. I should have told you a long time ago. I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry. Forgive me, please. I'm so sorry." Earth's voice was trembling. He was scared, terrified, that Mix would break up with him.
