From Killer to Lover - Minsung

Chapter 3

So it was Minho. That explained his odd behavior from yesterday, he was no weirdo afterall.

Jisung studied the man's features to confirm it was indeed the suspicious customer from yesterday, just incase.

Those eyes, like ones of a cat: fierce enough to burn holes into you, but when soft cute enough to make you coo, just as he recalled from yesterday. Check.

His lips, polar opposite to Jisung's in size, so much so they could perfectly lock together like a puzzle piece. Wait what? What a weird comparison his brain made...Check.

And his jet black hair, some strands swooping into his face, framing his face and the bold features that stood on it perfectly. Almost too perfectly.

Right, he's attractive, he remembers his brain concluding that first sight.

It just so happened he was being studied back, not that he cared.

"What a shame.. Couldn't you have a pretty heart like your face?" He blurted out in thought, somehow breaking his character while still being in it at the same time.

"Excuse me?" Minho said, his expression darkening more than it already was.

It was then Jisung registered his hiccup, getting a bit flustered. But he wouldn't let his act fall so quick. "You're excused. Appreciate the manners, I might change my mind!" He said, nothing but sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Thats not what I mean't asshole." Minho huffed. "What's your fucking problem??"

"YOU answer that question first, kindly." He said, grinning sweetly.

"I want money, are you slow??" Minho said, groaning. "That's literally the first thing I asked for."

"Couldn't you get money normally? Why are we robbing people.." Jisung said, finding Minho immoral.

"Please. You have to be joking." He chuckled dryly, his eyes lacking any shine for it to be genuine. "In this day and age? Normally? Nothing's fucking normal anymore!" He stressed, his voice raising the more he rambled. "Say that a century ago and I might've believed you."

Minho wasn't really wrong, but Jisung still couldn't accept his solution. He opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted.

"Actually," Minho started, dark undertones lacing that intro. "Look at yourselves for a second, will you? You're doing it the 'normal' way and look at that bank! Mere pennies I tell you!" He said, chuckling mockingly.

"Right, thats enough." Said Hyunjin, finally stepping in after being a spectator for so long. He knew Minho had hit a nerve with the store's income because the store was passed down to them through Jisung's family, and the topic was more than triggering for the fragile Jisung.

"Let me ask you this, Lowlife." The brunette said, the nickname falling off his tongue bitterly. Minho found that very ironic coming from him. "Forget this store, whats the annual revenue of other convenience stores in more crowded areas?"

"Hum.. around.." Minho started, deep in thought. His need to think of a number calmed his nerves temporarily. "20-30K per year? Depends on which area you're talking about." He estimated. "Your point?"

"I'll get to that, calm down tiger." Hyunjin let out bitterly again. "So, is 20-30K more than pennies?"

"Obviously..?" Minho said, his expression contorting into one of confusion, he had no idea where this was going.