Soulmates | Minsung

1) Senior Year

Crime. There was a certain thrill about it. The adrenaline rush, guns blazing and fire burning. The look in ones eyes when doing the most illegal things, but the illegal part was the fun part.

From the big ones like arson, drugs, murder, robbery, fraud, money laundering, and even terrorism, to the small ones like assault, battery, theft, and shoplifting. They have a thrill no one but a criminal would understand.

Even the innocent ones always wonder what it's like to commit a crime, what that adrenaline feels like, what's its like to set a building on fire and speed away with a smirk on your face, rushing through empty streets at 3am without a single scratch to show for it.

He always did. School always advised against it, but did he ever listen? Please, he had better things to do.

Like fantasise about said burning building and even loading guns on reflex, killer dagger skills and robbing someone blind.

Now, 8 years after leaving high school, he put those fantasies to rest and put them into action instead. And became better than he ever thought possible. He was the best one there.

From hundreds, he was the one some people feared, some people envied, and the rest wanted to be. From his looks to his gun skills, he was unbeatable. And everyone knew it.

But he wasn't always like this.

8 years ago

This was it, senior year. The bell for the end of the first day just rang and he was at his locker putting his books away when it shut and leaning next against it was his best friend/something else, he didn't know yet.

The purple haired boy meant so much more to him than just a best friend, and he meant more, too. They never had the courage to do anything, though, because if things went sideways, nothing would be the same ever again.

"How was class?" Minho asked as he leaned against the locker with his hands in his pockets.

"It was math, what do you think?" Jisung replied. He sucked at math horribly. He was average at it, which meant he passed, but he hated it.

"I think you should've ditched and stayed with me." Minho said with that same flirty smile Jisung secretly loved so much.

"You've been trying to make me ditch with you since freshman year. What makes you think senior year will be any different?" Jisung teased, and they both started walking to the exit.

"Something tells me it will be different." Minho replied.

"How?" Jisung asked playfully, rolling his eyes, but Minho simply shrugged.

He came closer and put his arm around Jisung's shoulder as they walked, not even letting go when they saw their friends waiting for them by the gates.

Jisung got used to the small things Minho would do, like put his arms around him, kiss him on the cheek sometimes, when he ruffled or caressed his hair, when he would casually drop pick up lines and then play it off. When he was there for him, the second Jisung needed him.

"Let's go get ice cream. After this first day, I need it." One of their friends said. He had long blonde hair, and his face was covered in freckles. His cuteness is a huge contrast to his deep voice.

"You always need ice cream, Lix." Jisung taunted, and Felix shrugged. It was true. He was a huge ice cream lover, and he believed he couldn't function without it.