Sweetheart (Minsung)

35. Show For the News

Minho opens the door, holding it for his boyfriend who waltzes in. He takes of his sunglasses and mask, placing them on the kitchen bench before walking back to the elder. He stands close and slides of the other's sunglasses.

"What you said back there was fucking hot." He smiles up at him, wrapping his arms around his neck and going for a kiss, pouting when Minho moves his head back. The elder places his hands on the other's waist.

"Oh yeah? What did you hear?" He smirks, teasing the boy.

"Everything. All his little begs that sounded like just another rehearsed speech he puts on for TV." He smirks back, moving to run a finger down his chest as he follows it with his eyes. He looks back up.

"But do you know what the hottest part was?" He whispers as he taps his finger over where the elder's heart is.

"Enlighten me sweetheart." Minho's eyes flicker to finger, lips and back to his gaze.

"The part where you threatened to skin alive the spies that had seen us." Before the other can reply, Jisung stands on his toes to connect their lips. The elder reciprocates, immediately lost in the taste of his lips.

He taps on the boy's ass, getting him to jump and wrap his legs around him. Minho moves to the wall near the door, pressing him against it and gently biting his lip. He pushes his tongue through in the small space made from Jisung gasping.

Four hands are roaming, all trying to memorize the other's body. Four hands are pulling, tugging scratching at clothes, wanting to feel the skin beneath. But before they can, a loud ringing causes Minho to pull away and gently place the other on his feet.

He crosses his arms, annoyed at the interruption as the elder pulls out his phone and answers it. The voice is quiet, so Jisung can only hear his boyfriends replies.

"He was there earlier today?"

A smirk graces his features.

"It will be perfect."

"Thanks."

He ends the call and pockets the phone.

"Who was that?" The younger asks in an annoyed tone. Minho doesn't answer, instead walking towards him so that he backs into the wall. The elder places a hand near the boy's head, using it to lean down to his height.

"A friend. Why? You jealous?" He teases, tilting his head to the side. Jisung crosses his eyes and looks away.

"No." He says quietly, trying to make himself believe it. A finger under his chin guides his gaze back to Minho, the smirk he wore not faltering, the flickering of insanity in his eyes complementing it.

"I like that your jealous." He leans down, almost as if to kiss him but doesn't. Instead, he takes the boy's bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it slightly before letting go. Still close, he looks into the younger's surprised expression.

"I have an idea." He says suddenly, causing the other to break from the trance he had fallen into.

"What?" He asks. Minho pushes from the wall and starts towards the living room. He doesn't answer until he's at the doorway, looking over his shoulder with a devilish look.

"We're going to put on a show, one no one will ever forget."

***

"So, let me get this straight. We are going to break into the bank, threaten the people inside to give us money, without masks?" Jisung clarifies on one end of the couch. The elder nods from the other end.

"Yup. We need to show the world what we're capable of. We need to show Eun that you're not his boy toy anymore, that you're your own person who can do whatever you want." He adds.

"Like rob a fucking bank?" He suggests, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Or shoot up a fucking bank." Minho changes slightly. Jisung nods, looking out the window as he thinks everything through. It was risky. Really risky. But when has anything not been risky? Just the two being together and happy put their lives in danger.

But this was a little different. And it was the first time he'd ever done something even remotely close to this.

Something lured him in though. The excitement? Thrill? Danger? Just how crazy stupid it is? Jisung wasn't sure, but the pull was strong. Strong enough for him to turn and smirk at his boyfriend, for him to speak.

"Let's do it. Let's put on a show."

***

Jisung looks out at the trees and buildings fly past. He and Minho had gotten ready after their conversation, both dressed in black with multiple weapons. A gun and knife were strapped to the boy's waist, another dagger hiding in one of his black boots.

The elder had a similar weapon choice, with both a gun and knife at his waits, but another smaller gun tucked into his shoe. The younger was nervous, but the excitement bubbled over his negative feelings.

"We're here." Minho's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife and the boy opened the car door. Heads immediately turned to look at them, mostly the elder as they recognized him. An evil, insane smirk was sent everyone's way from him, the look making Jisung smirk as well.

People were screaming and running away before they'd even gotten to the door, and oh how they sounded like music to his ears. Screams usually repulsed him, but now, they filled him with a feeling he couldn't describe. 

Minho grabbed his gun, Jisung copying, and flung open the door. He fired shots into the ceiling that caused heads to turn, screams to sound and a laugh to leave the younger's mouth. Everyone looked at them in fear, hands in the air in a pathetic attempt not to get injured. 

"Hello again! It's very nice to see you all, it's been ages!" The elder spoke loudly, a childish tone to his voice even though he was waving a gun around haphazardly.

Some customers hid, some froze, some brought out their phones to film anything and everything. The younger walked to the bench as he pulled out his gun.

"Give me $100,000." He dumped a duffle bag on the bench. Earlier, as they were getting ready, the couple had discussed how much money to get, and settled on 100, 000 being a good amount that would last a while. He held the gun out at the lady who scurried around before bringing out handfuls of stacks of money. It filled the bag until it almost couldn't zip.

A small part of him felt bad. A small feeling that maybe this was wrong, but one look at Minho diminished any of those thoughts. Jisung grabbed it with ease and walked back to his boyfriend, sliding the gun back to his waist. He took the elder's hand and stood by his side.

"Ready to go sweetheart?" The other asked, looking at him as he lowered his gun. The boy was about to nod when his eyes glazed over a figure in the corner, just exiting the bathroom. A figure who froze and then stared back with outrage in his eyes.

Eun.