Lose My Breath | Seungmin

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Trust dies but mistrust blossom
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[Third Person Pov ]

For the past few days, the facility had been stalked from a rooftop nearby, by two half-heartedly engaged neighbours, both equipped with their selfish reasons to be here. A sleepy seungmin leaned on the concrete ledge of the roof, fiddling the swiss blade he had learnt to take everywhere- only the clacking sound slicing through the chilly air, breaking whatever form of silence their discomfiture created.

Misun pressed out a rapt hum, fascinated by the new change she noticed in their everyday routine. "You should see this, Seungmin."

"Nope, I'm good," Seungmin yawned, bored out of his mind. "It's probably the same men patrolling the area," they had gotten the outside security route retained and could easily get past them, even the numbers of cameras stationed didn't escape their radar.

And it was pretty confuzzling why anyone would go through all these trouble to protect a seemingly abandoned warehouse. The place was heavily loaded with numerous guards and it surprised the teenagers how they weren't caught yet.

"Yeah, it's them, but they're carrying a box this time," Misun gave his head a light pat, eliciting a glare from the taller. She scoffed at his reaction, pointing a pair of binoculars at him. "That's a first."

Groaning, Seungmin pushed himself up, leaning on the edge to get a better look. "Mhm, wow, important stuff right there," His tone was flat- a deadpan that piqued Misun's mood even more. "Can we just leave? My mum said she'd be back early."

The noirette smirked, amused by his words. "Okay, Mama's boy."

The taller stopped walking, his lip trapped between his teeth- an action to bite back the snarky remark he so desperately wanted to say.

"You didn't even look," she nudged the pair at him, scrawling.

Seungmin opened his mouth to reply but quickly shut it, his response would probably pull more attention from his nosy neighbour. "Let me see that," he took the binoculars away from her, watching what could already see from the distance, feigning interest. "And how does that help?"

Misun opened her mouth to reply but quickly shut it, her response would probably pull unwanted attention from her annoying neighbour. "I don't know, probably something," she shrugged, ignoring the fact that she could see the aura burning out of the wooden crate, it was the same radiated by Seoul's unwanted visitors.

"There are wild vibrations coming from underneath the building," Seungmin pointed out, his attention entirely pinned on the men carrying more boxes inside. "Maybe they're having a party?"

Misun shook her head, not affirming his assumptions. "I don't think so," she shook her head, completely aware that below this normal looking warehouse was the very ring where all those violent matches were held, and if an organization as sketchy as that were toying about with these phantoms, it was going to be an ugly collaboration. Misun climbed up the ledge, gaze never leaving the men. "Maybe we should go in and see for ourse-"

"What? Are you crazy?" Seungmin grabbed the shorter's hand, stopping her from jumping off the roof. He quickly pulled her back, using himself to shield her away from the flashlight pointed at them.

Misun's eyes dilated when she realized what she was about to do, and how Seungmin had stopped her impulsive action from exposing them. She caved in, grabbing the placket of his shirt a little tighter than she would like. She exhaled softly, breathing in his calming scent- a mild orange blossom that managed to make her relaxed, her eyelids shut and a small smile on her lips.

"I think we should leave," The black haired placed his hands on Misun's shoulders, trying to get her off him, but the shorter didn't budge, only nuzzling his chest more. "Misun? What is wrong with you?"

The taller successfully pulled her away, her eyes going unnoticed by his bemused state- it glowed phthalo, a deep shade of green. She looked dazed, eyes barely open and her body weak underneath his finger tips. "You smell so nice, Minnie," She murmured, engulfing her neighbour in a tight hug.

"Okay?" Seungmin irked his brow. "Thanks?"

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