30. Breaking In

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Jisung wakes up, snuggling closer to the man beside him.

"Morning sweetheart." A deep, groggy voice asks from above. He looks up to Minho, the elder smiling at how his cheek is pressed against his chest.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" He asks, a small pout forming on his lips. The elder smiles, giving him a quick kiss on his forehead.

"Yes, but it's okay. We should get up anyway." He tries to move but is held onto tighter.

"Nooooooo! I don't want to." The younger whines, burying his face in his neck. Minho laughs at his actions, bringing a hand up to stroke his hair.

"But we have something important to do today." He replies, bringing his other hand to his waist and drawing random shapes.

"What is it?" He asks, head popping up interested. Minho smiles at his cute messy hair and wide, curious eyes.

"Now that you're living here, we're going to break into your old house and steal some of your old things." He explains. Jisung's face falls.

"What about Eun?" He asks, fully sitting up with the other following. Minho cups his face.

"We will sneak in. He won't see us." He smiles again but the younger just looks away.

"But what if he does. He would be so mad." He whispers, tears brimming in his eyes all the what if's running through his head. Minho pecks his lips to bring his attention back.

"If he tries to hurt you, I'll kill him." He leans back in, capturing his lips in a long, slow kiss. Jisung brings his hands up to the elder's neck, resting them there before disconnecting.

"Like you did with the psychiatrist?" He asks with a smile as he wipes his tears. Minho smiles back.

"Exactly like the psychiatrist." A glint of crazy passes his eyes as he smirks. "Now, let's get ready, hm?"

***

The couple walk hand in hand down the pathway, each carrying an empty duffle bag. They had eaten breakfast and Jisung had borrowed an oversized hoodie and jeans from the elder. They neared the house and the younger tensed. He hated the place. Well, kind of. He hated the person that lived there and the memories that came with him.

Minho guided him around the side to the area where the kitchen window was. From there he could see that no one was in the house. Jisung leant against the wall as the other stood nearby, checking the surrounding area.

"How do we get in?" He asks.

"I can pick the lock on the front door, so we'll just go that way." Minho replies, grabbing his hand and starting to walk back to the front. At the same time, a black car comes into view heading towards the house.

In a heartbeat the elder pulled them back and pushed Jisung against the wall, pressing his body onto the boy's to conceal the two. The younger's breath stopped, both from the proximity and the fear of Eun seeing him. It was a scary situation with terrifying consequences, but that's what made it exciting.

He couldn't see past Minho, instead holding his stare as they both listened to the man talking and unlocking the door.

"There goes that plan. What else can we do?" Jisung whispers to the elder.

"We'll have to go through your bedroom window." He changes the plan, glancing to the front of the house.

"Isn't it locked from the inside?" The younger questions. Minho smirks at him.

"Did you ever even lock it?" Jisung blushes at remembering why he never actually used the lock. He looks over to where the window would be, near the front door but hidden from a side wall. As long as Eun isn't outside, or in his old room, there shouldn't be a problem.

A hand grabs his, interlocking their fingers.

"C'mon, let's go." He pulls the boy away, checking the driveway before arriving at the window. Minho pulls at the edge, pulling it up and crawling inside with the boy. They dump the bags on the floor and Jisung immediately goes to his draw and pulls out all the notes.

"Aw. Did you keep all my notes?" He teases, walking up beside him. The boy blushes and quickly scuttles away to put them in a pocket in a duffle bag. Minho sits on the bed, watching the other scurry around quietly to collect his things.

He takes his favourite clothing from his closet, his secret chocolate stash, but can't find his phone or laptop. He adds some soap, shampoo and conditioner, finally filling up the bags. He gets ready to leave, looking around the room on last time. The elder leaves first, getting passed the bags and setting the down on the ground. He extends a hand to help Jisung when footsteps cause him to snap his head to the door.

The boy shoos his boyfriend away before closing the window and diving under the bed just as the door opens with a creak. His heart freezes at the sound of footsteps. From his spot, he can see Eun's favourite shoes walking nearby stopping at the desk. Things are shuffled around before he curses.

The person quickly leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out. Yelling can be heard in the rest of the house as Jisung crawls out from under the bed. The desk had been trashed and it seems he had been looking for something.

He stands at the desk and pulls out a notepad and pen, scribbling something on the paper before finally going to the window, opening it and leaving.

Guess who's not dead bitch?

***

Minho embraces him a hug when he sees him exiting the house. He doesn't say a word as he picks up the duffle bags and start back toward the house after giving one to the other.

"Are you okay? You've been really silent." Jisung asks after a few minutes. The elder stops walking and turns to him.

"I was worried when I saw him enter while you were still there. I know the bad things he would probably do to you, and I really didn't want to get blood on these clothes." He looks away and the younger smiles, knowing what he means.

He grabs Minho's free hand with his own, tugging on it to get his attention. As soon as the elder turned he brought him into a kiss, holding it for a few moments before separating but staying barely an inch away.

"You look hot in these clothes, so I wouldn't want them covered in blood either." He whispers with a smirk, turning and walking away. The elder catches up soon after he broke away from his frozen trance, reaching out and holding the youngers hands as they head home. 

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