Charmer - l.mh + h.js [DISCONTINUED]

02

—ATTITUDE—

a sly smirk was plastered on the leaders face, he thought hyunjin told him the wrong address, or the actual dealer wasn't on time and the boy in front of him just got lost.

but when he saw the package of the drugs in the hand of the somewhat cute boy, his eyes slightly widened and he started laughing out loud.

the young boy in front of him irked a brow, smiling awkwardly since he didn't know what he was laughing at.

„you are the dealer?" Minho asked, pointing his fingers at him like he was making fun and mocked him.

„yes, so?" jisung asked, noticing how the leader stopped laughing, a uncomfortable silence filling the alleyway.

minho was surprised, indeed.

he never witnessed someone talking back at him with that attitude, and not coming from this boy.

but he kind of liked that, not these pathetic people who start crying for being mocked.

so he teased back, crossing his arms while taking a step closer to jisung, who felt like dying inside.

he could smell the manly scent of the elder more intense than before, making him go crazy.

„you kinda look... too young, don't you think, darling?"

shit. jisung thought.

the nickname gave him somewhat butterflies, but he knew it was a weak point if he would show how much nicknames affect him.

gulping down the lump in his throat, be raised his eyebrows and laughed.

„and if yes, it's none of your concern" he blinked innocently, his black eyelashes fluttering as he smiled softly.

„where is that attitude coming from, little boy?" he questioned, taking an even closer step until the younger could feel the hot breath of the male fanning over his neck.

breath hitching when he felt a mouth nibbling on his earlobe „t-they're w-watching" jisung noticed the blank looks of the bodyguards staring at them.

„oh so you're not pushing me away? not even fearing that i am being so close to you, and could shoot you any time?" minho noticed, a playful smirk on his lips as he backed slightly away only to see the beautiful and irresistible sight in front of him.

jisung's chubby cheeks reddened, lips slightly busted by biting on them and his glossy eyes staring confused at the leader, who fixed his tie as if he did not just almost ate jisung's ear-

„now give me the drugs, pretty boy." he ordered and took the drug out of the still baffled boy and gave him a short smugly smile.

„wait!" jisung called.

minho haltet in his tracks, turning around.

„i'm 19 old man." jisung grinned, walking out of the alleyway while having a bright smile on his face.

what.the.heck.

„boss, he just called you old-"

„don't talk until i say so." minho hissed, clenching his jaw

i look flawless right?

he looked at the mirror, fixing his hair as he stared out of the window
„kids these days."

a/n; in this story jisung is 19 and minho is 25.