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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Leaving the station, I walked slowly through the pathway. I found myself in a long abandoned park in the neighbourhood and sat down on a bench with my legs up, holding my knees together. The night was chilly and a drizzle added to my discomfort.
Soon it started raining quite heavily. My shirt stuck to my skin and my pants had now been cold and heavy due to all the water. A cold wind blew the rain across my face while I thought of the situation I got myself into.
I had made a study of men's faces when they had lost their goods. The greedy showed fear; the rich showed anger; the poor showed acceptance. But I knew that Minho's face would show only a touch of sadness. Not for the loss of money, but of the loss of trust.
Minho's money. They were damp from the rain. In the morning he probably would've given me some of it, but now I had it all. I couldn't cook his meals, run to do his groceries or get my daily pay like I used to.
I earned a lot more by theft in a day than Minho could pay me in a month; but working for Minho had a feeling I couldn't name. His presence alone gave me a pleasant warmth of home.
I had forgotten about all this in the excitement of the theft.
It was a simple matter to steal and just as easy to be caught. But the affection Minho had towards me, it was truly something. I noticed a sense of control in myself over money ever since I got paid in intervals by him.
Minho involuntarily showcased this beautiful feeling and it was impossible to part away from him.
I had to get back to Minho.
I hurried back to the room feeling very nervous, for it is much easier to steal something than to return it undetected. I opened the door quietly, then stood in the doorway, in clouded moonlight. Minho was still asleep.
I walked to the dresser drawer, placing the money back in quietly. Minho's hand crept up my arm only to cease my heart beats along what came with it.
