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are we too young for this?

Softcore; the neighbourhood (0:43)

Jisung shakily walked to the living room carrying a tray of four cups and a pitcher of iced water, which he may or may not have spit in.

The four hot guys that was standing in front of Chan's car about less than 10 minutes ago was now sitting in the living room of their shared apartment. Although it was his idea to invite them over to discuss the situation further, Jisung kind of regretted it now considering the fact that they were still indeed strangers. Jisung placed the four cups on the table infront of the four boys dressed in leather before proceeding to fill it with the iced water.

"Enough stalling, you told us you don't have money, so we have a counter offer for you." Minho stated sternly after Chan, Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin settled down in front of them.

"What...counter offer?"
Seungmin asked, genuinely afraid for his life. If he was being very honest, he still couldn't stomach the fact that he committed a crime and got caught the same fucking day. This was certainly not the usual valedictorian activities he was used to. He couldn't deny he enjoyed the adrenaline, but he really hated the consequences. One that he thought he would never face, but damn was he wrong. As Seungmin pondered over this, he couldn't help but feel an intense stare from someone sitting opposite from him. He looked up, only to lock eyes with the sultry gaze of a long haired boy.

"Minho and Felix are street racers." The boy who was staring Seungmin down spoke up while pointing to who he was referring to.

"And we organise street racing events to get money. The job we have for the four of you is simple, help us run the event."
It seemed like the four racers already discussed this. And they did. They weren't going to let the boys off so easily after they messed with their most prized possessions.

"Help how?"
Jisung asked, earning a smirk from Minho.

"You're a curious one aren't you, darling?" Minho replied, already rizzing up the innocent looking boy who he very obviously had eyes for. Jisung's breath hitched at the pet name Minho had called him, a rosy blush adorning his cheeks.

'Damn, what a smoooth criminal'
Jisung thought.

"So do you agree with our counter offer? It's not like you have any other choice. Oh wait, you do, and that's prison." Felix's voice was finally heard, he had silently been listening the whole time, occasionally rolling his eyes at Minho's attempts at flirting. He could tell Minho found the squirrel looking boy eye catching.
The four boys sitting across the racers widened their eyes, more than surprised at how deep Felix's voice was. Jeongin more specifically, even gasped and shivered.

"Alright alright, we'll help you with your damn races."
Chan agreed, after weighing the pros and cons, he realised Felix was right. None of them would prefer rotting in a prison cell and having a criminal record after just graduating.

"Cool, there's a race tomorrow night. Be there by 11pm. Pass me your phone." Changbin said.
Chan nodded, assuming the muscular man was gonna put in his contact information to text the address and details later. Chan was right, Changbin added his number then retuned Chan's phone. The four racers got up and walked towards the door, exiting without looking back. Except for Minho.

"See you tomorrow night, pretty darling." Minho's words, laced with seductiveness, was directed to Jisung before he finally closed the door behind him and left. Jisung was left sitting there, clueless as to why the other man kept calling him such suggestive pet names.