the value of his life | minsung

06 | Down We Go

Despite being kissed by the most vicious man to ever walk around Seoul, Minho's lips are soft. His skin soft and delicate, his lips moist and plumped. The cruelest man, known as the soon-to-be mafia boss, has soft skin. One supposes they'd be rough, and ruthlessly dark but it was quite the opposite.

Minho pulls away when he feels Jisung bite his lip harshly. The taste of iron blood filling their taste buds. Jisung panics. "I told you—!"

"That you gave me your permission, did you not?" Minho's stare deepenes, his entire mood shifts and for some odd reasons he feels like an entirely different person. More serious, gloomy and dark. With his thumb, he brushes the blood off his lower lip and licks it off him. "You should be the one doing this, since you're the actual cause of it. But I'm going to save you the hassle and clean it up myself. I will expect better from you, Jisung. Goodnight," Minho says, before he walks past the brunette and makes his way to the front door of his house.

Jisung is unable to move in the instant, as he's too occupied panicking over what had just happened and what he had done with Minho.

He was speechless. Tongue tied and so many more other emotions circle around him it feels like he's about to have a heart attack. The world becomes entirely different for a moment. Just for a moment, that split moment, that stupid kiss, Jisung almost felt like they were connected. One together, in different bodies but connected souls into one.

It felt strange. Vivid and horrifying good. Their mouths pressed against each other, their bodies so close and their breaths coming together.

Together.

Was that possible? For them to be together and united as one?

For a moment, there was that thought. But like a wave of an ocean, it vanished away.

Jisung hurried away from the enormous house and ran out the gates.

Minho watches him disappear, he runs a finger on his lower lip to brush off the stain of blood.

He begins to walk inside his house with a feeling of something beginning to bubble, like the start of something new. It began to feel exhilarating.

♣

"So should we expect anything new from you, Minho-ssi?"

That empty vacuous laugh haunted through the room as his lips pulled into a twisted grin and his eyes gleamed silently through the already blinding lights. "Hahaha, I guess we'll see! I'm sure I won't keep any of my fans waiting. A lot of things are going on at the moment, I can't wait for them to happen," Minho said through a grin, his eyes casted from the reporter to the man standing behind the cameras, silently and expressionless watching him as though he had no idea to react to his hidden barbarity or to cock his gun right into his head again.

Even so, they both knew that was no option. Not anymore anyway.

Because fate has beamed at them, and they both worded to each other not to kill one another. So, they're lives were not at stake, and Jisung hadn't to die, nor so the cruel monster.

The broadcast ended on a good note, and Minho strolled around the room to thank every crew member before finally standing in front of Jisung.

"So, let's get going," Minho says.

Jisung merely nodded his head before walking behind Minho who led them outside the building.

"Since, there's nothing for us to hide anymore and we've decided not to kill each other and instead become sex buddies, why don't we start now?" Minho spoke as they walked to the black mustang that Jisung unlocked.