The Theif's Story
🍃A Minsung Fanfiction 🍃
Where a young theif approaches the naive, kind-hearted, Lee Minho to trick him but a series of events take a turn the other way round
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I was 19 when I started working for Lee Minho. From what I saw, Minho turned out to be very naive, an easy fish.
His appearance was rather inquisitive for a 24 year old man. I wouldn't lie saying I wasn't captivated. He appeared younger and lean for an average.
I hadn't had much luck on my side lately and thought I might be able to get into the man's confidence or his pants if not that.
He was following his routine as usual, a medium of whatever coffee he loved and always had, and the dance survival show on the coffee shop television. Although having a successful hand in theft, I stalked people to the point that it became a hobby. Well, in fact it was necessary to study someone first and then rob them. It made the thing a lot easier.
“You look a bit of a Dancer Yourself!” I flattered, walking to his table, where he sat for his daily caffeine intake.
“I am” He stated blankly after taking my presence in for a dangerous amount of time. “So do you”
“I do dance a bit” I tried in the most modest way possible to hide my fluster and respond to his oddly genuine compliment.
“That’s good!” He said, breaking into a grin. “What’s your name?”
“Choi Baekhyun” I lied. I took up new names for every employer to be ahead of them.
“Lee Minho”
After the introductions, we found ourselves talking about the dancers, performers and so. I didn't have much to say throughout. As the show finished, Mino bade his farewell and walked away, out of the door, into the streets. Soon as he happened to be out, I quickly followed him down to find him ceased in the middle of the pathway.
“Hello again” I called him out a little louder and quirkier for him to acknowledge me.
“Hey there”
“Any chance we could meet again?” I asked with doe eyes, putting on my most appealing smile for him.
“I don’t see why not. I come here on Saturdays for the show” he said and continued walking down.
I followed his lead and started asking him questions about his life. He didn’t seem to mind it. He was cool about it. When he came to halt, I figured he lived there. I asked him whether he could rent me some place to stay where I could work for him as I couldn't pay. He agreed, saying it was a great idea as he needed a hand at home.
I was surprised by how easy it was to convince him into all this. By the looks of it, he didn't seem the smart one to fire back.
“It’s time for dinner, Baekhyun. You know how to cook right?”
“Yeah, of course I can!” I lied, again.
“Come on then, get started” saying so, he showed me the kitchen.
Not long after I started cooking, it turned out to be a mess. This didn't go unnoticed by Minho as he ran to the kitchen at the blaring of the fire alarm. Of Course he heard it.
He wasn’t off with the mess rather he laughed it off and ruffled my hair before cleaning up after me. On the contrary, I felt a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t understand why I felt the sparks in my chest that made me a bit dizzy and my sight hazy.
Furthermore, he taught me to cook. And trust me when I say he is one man that can COOK. And this fact helped my dizziness more. I couldn’t believe myself at the moment. I hadn’t ever experienced something like this. I wouldn’t lie about not feeling anything with Hyunjin, but it was a different feeling not like this. But then again, Hyunjin wasn’t Minho. Hyunjin had a watch on my every move though he trusted me, he also valued his belonging unlike Minho who was carefree around me, a stranger.
Later after dinner, he assigned me all the chores and let me sleep on the couch. He also told me to get a shower and lent me some of his clothes.
“Minho”
“Yes?”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-Four"
“Goodnight Hyung”
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Word count : 722
Apologize for any mistakes and for not starting for 2 whole months 😭
