Life goes on- minchan

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Minho's POV

It was the next morning, and he felt like shit. His body felt horrible to the point that he wanted to stay in bed all day long. Even though he has to work to get money, he couldn't use any strength.

Maybe he just needs a warm shower.

Luckily, the shower is just a room next door since the house is so flipping small. He painfully dragged his body towards the bathroom, wincing at every single pain that shot up his body.

He closed the door behind him, stripped, and popped into the shower. The warm water woke his body a bit, but he decided to change it to cold.

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Out of the shower in fresh new clothes. Well, not really. He doesn't normally get new clothes. He just get them if he really needs to.

He slowly looked in the living room to see his father passed out, thankfully. He quietly passed to the front door while slowly closing the door behind him.

He normally walks, so his journey starts.

It wasn't a big deal for him. His boss doesn't really seem to mind if he was a little late or even really late. She's just doesn't give a flipping fuck I guess.

He never felt so calm after what happened yesterday. This Chan guy makes him so happy for some reason. Maybe it was because he never had friends before, or maybe it's because he's so nice, or maybe because he's so.... handsome...?

No, no, not the greatest time to deal with those kinds of things. I mean, maybe? But not right now

He's almost there now. A quiet walk was a great way to start his everyday life. Even though there is no music to listen to, nature is good enough for him to hear.

Ok, a step closer to a bit more happiness. He's not alone today. His boss was going to be there because of her only reason, "There's nothing better to do."

Opening the door, he saw Mijun looking at him with so much warmth in his eyes. "Hello, hello there, Minho darling."

"Hey, Mijun." He responds back.

"Today might just be a day where we could relax, to be honest." She informed, "It's windy and might be raining soon, sooo yeah."

"Got that, thanks!" He smiled, walking to the back to change into his uniform.

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Chan's POV (starting from yesterday)

He saw him wave at him, and it was kinda... cute?

...

The fuck is he thinking?

He's just so precious, almost like he's fragile. But like that's everyone that he murder and killed, so... I don't know.

He started to drive with an image of Minho smiling, replaying in his head. He just couldn't get enough. Right, stop, he needs to drive.

Driving, driving, Minho's smilin- fuck.

He isn't going to get this image off his head. It's going to get hectic if he told anyone. But he shouldn't like him, right?

'Just relax when you get home.' He thinks that'll do the trick.

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He's back home.

And what do you get greeted with as soon as you open the door? Loud people screaming at you like crazy.

"Channie hyung! This Minho kid is missing!" Jisung screamed, thinking that he'll get his ass beaten.

Chaos and voices overlapping each other are going insane, to the point his eardrums are going to bleed very soon.

"I took him home alright now, go be children."

...

Silence.

"Since when was hyung this nice to someone other than us?" Hyunjin mumbled.

"I don't know, but what I do know is that I am jealous of Minho right now..."

Chan sighed even though he expected this.

"Ok, ok. We have a meeting in about 10 minutes, so can we get that over with?"

They all agreed as they headed to the meeting room. Yes, they're that fucking rich to have a whole separate room for a meeting.

Oh, the meeting? Well, let's get into that, shall we?

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"Ok!" Seungmin starts, "I've got information about the man who we're about to kidnap and kill, but there is something we should all know."

"And what is that?" Hyunjin asked boredly.

"Well, he has a son..."

Getting impatient, the entire group said "Just fucking tell us for fuck sake." at the exact same time.

"Jeez, alright fuckheads. His name is

Lee Minho."

Lee Minho sounds familiar... was it the boy? No, it can't be. He only said Minho.

"So are we going to Mr Lee's house and get him or make a trade for something?" Jeongin's innocent voice popped out.

Chan thought for a moment.

"What's the address?"

"**** ******* **, which is like so near to our house."

No.... there's no fucking way this is real.

Minho is Lee Minho, and they have to kidnap his father.

"Hello? Earth to Chan?" Fuck he zoned out.

"Everyone get rest. We'll go to his house tomorrow night. I have some research to do about someone." Well, that was awkward. He normally does it straight away, but now it's tomorrow.

Everyone gave each other confused rooms but didn't say much about it. I mean, who doesn't love having a day off?

They all hopped off and left without a word.

All that was in Chan's head was

Minho, Minho, Minho.... but that's not right?

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Minho's POV

Work was done, but now home was the problem.

He stood in front of his house, taking a deep breath before getting inside slowly and quietly.

His dad is passed out on the couch.

Thankfully, he can leave the living room without any worry. He just needs to be careful.

He silently but quickly went down the hall and into his room. Minho got away a couple of times, but his dad normally catches him. During these times, Minho has a trick up his sleeve. He would take some money and save it in his secret piggy bank. He just wanted some money for himself, that way he could get new clothes.

And that's not very often.

After separating some money for himself, he put the rest in the envelope and set it on his bedside table. All of a sudden, Chan popped in his head.

He remembered the dimpled faced man who made him smile and made him feel like he could be himself and not worry about anything else in the world.

He remembered how they laughed and got to know each other in under 10 minutes. He remembered how he helped him with a panic attack.

He just can't wait to see him again.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. He heard his father grunting and getting off his feet to the front door. The door creaked open.

"Well, well, well. Mr Lee is at his house looking like shit, not surprised."