Eun looks at him, scoffing and looking back at his phone.
"Look who finally showed up!" He says sarcastically, "and just in time for another search for that annoying bitch."
Jisung clenches his jaw, holding himself back from correcting his boyfriend about Minho. He slid a piece of bread in the toaster.
"Yeah, can I go with you today?" He asks, turning away to start the coffee machine and hearing another scoff behind him.
"Sure, but don't hold me back. We leave as soon as possible." Footsteps could be heard as the elder left the room as the other let out a shaky breath. He was glad that Eun didn't seem to be mad at him, but the fear still lingered.
His breakfast popped up and he buttered it quickly, taking the first proper meal he had in a week and sitting at the kitchen island. The boy almost scoffs it down, finishing just as Eun reappears, dressed in all black for the search. He pockets two guns, heading for the door as Jisung scrambles to get changed and follow.
The car ride is quick as the elder pulls up to the abandoned factory they visited before.
"What are we doing here?" The younger wanders, confused.
"I got a report from someone saying they saw the criminal enter here earlier today." The other explains, walking to the door. Jisung jogs to follow him, entering the familiar building.
"I'll go upstairs again." He says quickly, going up the stairs before the elder can argue. The boy speed walks to the room he was pulled into before, opening the door to an empty space. He searches around, sighing when there is no sign of the other anywhere.
He darts out, rushing from door to door along the indoor balcony, pushing each door open in search for him. By the time he's looked and found nothing in everyone, he has to wipe the sweat from his brow.
Where could he be?
As he paces around, hand running through his hair he sees a piece of old newspaper on the floor. Jisung picks it up and shakes off the dust, seeing now that it was about a murder from a few years ago. He flips it over, smiling at the words scrawled on the back.
Rooftop sweetheart.
The boy almost flies up the skinny staircase to the roof, barging through the door when he reaches it. He can't hide his smile when he sees Minho, leaning against the ledge with a cigarette in hand, turning at the sudden noise with a smile of his own.
"Hi." Jisung breathes out, taking slow steps forward. The elder smirks at him, taking a drag from his smoke.
"So, you came." He says, eyes not leaving the other's own. The boy nears him, standing close and snatching the cigarette, taking a puff for himself, before it's taken back.
"Well, you called." Minho smiles at him before turning and looking into the distance, over the city landscape. Jisung copies, but stares at the elder instead, eyes scanning over his features. His high cheek bones, fair skin, red plump lips that he couldn't take his eyes off.
The elder glances at him, noticing him staring and smirking again. They make eye contact, causing the younger to blush but not pull away, inching closer instead. The elder copies, chucking his smoke off the edge and pulling out the packet.
He brings out two, balancing one in between his lips and getting the other to do the same. Minho steps forward again, closing the space between them slightly and holding up the lighter. The two butts of the cigarettes touch as the fire lights them both, causing some smoke to rise up.
He pockets the lighter again and both take a drag from the cigarette, subconsciously moving closer once again. Jisung glances at the other's lips, his desire becoming stronger, flowing through his body like a raging storm.
In a split-second decision, he puts out his smoke, gently taking Minho's too and while holding eye contact snuffs it out. He brings his hands up quickly, grabbing the top of the elder's shirt and pulling him towards himself, connecting their lips together in a way he's wanted to do in a long time.
It feels like a fire that has been brewing between the two was finally ignited as their lips dance together in the song of passion. They slotted together, like two puzzle pieces, Minho wrapping his arms around the younger's body to pull him even closer.
He knew it was wrong, but oh god, how it felt so right.
They disconnected, panting slightly with swollen lips and a light in their eyes. The elder let the other go from his grip, watching as he barely took a step back to lean against the ledge again. Both seemed to be in a slight daze from what had just transpired, unsure of what to make of it or how to proceed.
Minho opens his mouth to speak, quickly shutting it when loud yelling and footsteps seem to be nearing them. They turn their heads to the noise, Jisung's eyes widening as he realizes Eun is nearby. He turns to find the elder, gasping when he isn't beside him, and instead, hanging off the roof.
"Minho, what are you doing?!" He whispered yells at him, leaning over the ledge slightly. The door swings open behind him, causing the boy to snap around and face his boyfriend.
"Did you find him?" The elder asks, walking towards him.
"No, did you?" The other replies, trying to act as normal as possible.
"I wouldn't be asking you if I had, would I?" Eun answers back, rolling his eyes. He stops a meter in front of the other, crossing his arms.
"What are you doing up here?" He questions, looking around the area.
"I was, uh, searching for the criminal guy." He excuses, hoping it was convincing enough. The elder just glares at him slightly and reaches for his hand, grabbing and starting to lead him back.
"I have work to do at home, so we're leaving."
The boy throws one last look at the edge, only to see the two snuffed out cigarettes and no Minho.
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Sweetheart (Minsung)
Fanfiction"We shouldn't be doing this." "Do you want to stop?" "No." ---------------------------------- Villain x Hero's sidekick ---------------------------------- All characters are Oc's except for Minho and Jisung. Warning: Smut Graphic Violence SA (kind o...
