Sweetheart (Minsung)

55. For The Country - 10k Special

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Thank you everyone for getting this story to 10k views. It really means a lot to me. <3

TW: Violence, fighting, killing.

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5 months later

Jisung pulled the knife out of the man's neck, watching as blood spurted out over the white tiles and himself. He smirked and turned just as his lover was running around the corner. Minho was covered in blood, a sight not unusual for the younger.

"Hey sweetheart." He said, kissing him gently when he'd gotten close enough. "First door on the left?" Minho nodded, separating further.

"I'll be on the lookout, have fun." Jisung smirked and walked away. His heels clicked against the floor as he passed by limp bodies. Sirens sounded in the distance. It had been five months since their escape from the courthouse, and it seemed as though everyone had forgotten about them.

So, they decided to do something that the world would never forget.

Coming to the intricate, large wooden door he paused. The boy glanced back at the elder, sending him a flirty wink before kicking the door and pulling out his gun. With it pointed forward he headed into the room.

A desk was in front of him, with two Korean flags sticking out of pots beside it. How patriotic. The man he expected to be there wasn't, obviously hiding from the intruders. Jisung lowered his gun but stayed on high alert.

He turned, closing the door and shoving a broom through the handles. He then dragged the expensive, velvet couch in front of it to make it even harder to escape and accidentally smudging blood on it.

"Oops!" The boy said loudly to the empty room. "I got blood on your couch!" He laughed as he stalked forward to the desk. Jisung walked along the length of it, running his hand along the smooth wood as he did.

He had a feeling he knew where the person he was looking for was by the shoe sticking out from under the desk. But why not tease him more?

Swiftly, he swung his arm back, sending everyone on the surface tumbling to the floor. Variations of noises sounded through the room as all the items landed. Jisung then laid his gun on the now empty desk and pulled out his knife. He turned to one of the flags.

The boy started slashing at it, letting pieces of the cloth flutter to the ground. He spun around and did the same to the other one until both were shredded at his feet.

"Whoops!" He said loudly again. "Looks like your pretty little flags are all ruined!" He faked an exaggerated sorry voice, laughing at it after. Jisung picked the gun back up and stabbed the desk harshly, seeing the shoe flinch and laughing again.

He dragged the blade against the wood, carving into it as he stepped around slowly, letting the man know he was getting closer. He reached the chair, kicking it out the way before fully facing the man.

He looked up, a terrified look on his face. Jisung squatted down to his level.

"Hello, Mr. President." He said, holding his knife out. The man eyed it as he dragged the tip down his temple and cheek, to his chin. He tilted the presidents head up with it, smirking.

"Do you know why I'm here?" He asked sweetly, dragging the blade down his throat. The man tentatively shook his head.

"I thought you were smarter than that." Jisung stood, pulling his gun and aiming it at him. "Stand." He demanded. The president did, quickly standing. The boy stepped closer until the elder man was pressed back against the desk.

His eyes were nervously looking around as the other stepped even closer. Jisung moved the gun to be under his chin, barrel pointed up. He leaned in, feeling the man's breath pick up, and shifted to be close to his ear.

"Think about it." He leaned back slightly to look him in the eyes. "What law have people been advocating for recently?" The presidents' eyes widened and Jisung smiled.

"See, now you get it."He turned to face ahead to eye the door, leaning even closer to his ear and tightened his grip on his gun.

"You're going to die, because you're a homophobic piece of shit." Blood splattered along his face as the bullet fired, lodging into the man's brain. He stepped back, admiring the blood that poured down his throat and his eyes frozen in time.

Jisung lifted his arm, nudging the body with the barrel of his gun so the president crumpled to the floor. The boy crouched down and dipped his finger in the pooling blood, slowly standing and moving to the desk.

He did this multiple times, using his bloodied finger as a paintbrush until he was happy with his artwork. Now that Jisung was done, he stepped around the man and walked to the door, moving the couch and broom back out the way and walking into the hallway.

Minho was exactly where he was before, just with more bodies at his feet.

"Done?" He asked, walking up to the boy. Jisung smiled, pocketing his weapons.

"Yep, all done." The elder looped a hand around his waist, quickly pressing him against the wall as the younger's arms wrapped around his neck.

"And you had fun?" He leaned into his lover's neck, leaving teasing kisses.

"So much fun." Minho grazed his teeth along the boy's neck, soon making it to his lips as shouts could be heard nearby. He pulled back, looking to the stairs and sighing.

"We should go. Now." Before he could fully pull back Jisung grabbed his collar and smashed their lips together. It was a hungry and lustful, mixed with a little blood. The elder pulled back with a smirk.

"Now we can go." Jisung said, smirking back. He pushed himself off the wall and led the way back into the president's office. He opened the window, revealing a long drop to an alleyway. Climbing through, the boy held onto the windowsill and carefully moved sideways to a pipe.

Grabbing it, he squeezed it with his knees and slid down, stopping just before he hit the ground and jumped off. Minho followed, landing beside him. Red and blue lights were close, so they grabbed two bags that they'd left hidden a few days prior and pulled out pants and hoodies each.

They quickly dressed, putting their dirty clothes in the bags and flinging them into a dumpster. Now, with their hands in their pockets and their heads down, they left the alleyway.

 Like this, they were able to walk back home where Jisung was pulled onto the couch by his lover. The elder hovered above him, the two kissing feverishly. His hand slid to the boy's waist and up his shirt, caressing the skin.

The younger moaned and shifted at the touch, accidentally pressing a button on the remote and turning the TV on. Neither pay mind to it as a news reporter starts to speak.

Police have confirmed that infamous villains Han Jisung and Lee Minho have broken into the president's office and murdered him. He was found, shot in the head beside two ripped up South Korean flags. Many soldiers that tried to protect him have also been killed. 

Minho's mouth moved to the younger's neck, sucking in different spots as his hand undid his jeans.

The suspects were seen entering the building but not exiting. Photos of the crime scene that have been leaked to the public reveal words written on the walls in blood. 

Jisung moaned before cupping his face with one hand and bring his mouth back up so they could kiss. His other hand slowly slid down the other's chest.

Some in include "Homophobic", "Misogynistic", "Bitch", "Motherfucker" and, on the president's desk,

The elder pulled back slightly and smirked down at his lover. The younger's gaze flicked between his eyes and mouth, smirking back. He wiped some of the blood from his cheek, keeping eye contact as he sucked the red off his thumb. Minho leaned back, capturing his lips again, the metal taste on Jisung's tongue lingering between the two.

"We're back."