Thank you all so so much for 100k reads on this book. I never thought something I wrote would be this popular. For a special chapter, I've decided to release the first chapter of "Dear Sweetheart" which is an upcoming book of mine which is the same story of Sweetheart, but from Minho's point of view.
I hope you enjoy, let me know if you liked it. I haven't finished writing the entire thing but want to get back to it so any comments will give me so much motivation!
Thank you all again, love y'all, bye
-Ghostie
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Minho smirks beneath his mask as he runs, two men following him. His eyes scanned the area, basking in the attention of onlookers staring at him in fear. His favourite attention.
People gasped or screamed at the mere mention or sight of him, moved out of his way, even if he was unarmed, gave him everything in the cash register as soon as he entered any store without a mask and with his hand in his pocket. It was glorious.
"Hurry up! He's getting away!" Eun, the so-called hero of the city yells to the other boy, one who kept out of the public eye. Minho would recognize that annoying, egotistic voice anywhere, but who he was talking too, interested him greatly.
As he weaved, his black jacket flowed behind him, catching in the wind, he avoided cars and people until he was on a clear stretch for a bit, where he was able to glance behind him. Immediately, his gaze landed on a boy.
A boy he'd seen once before, in a tiny photo of a wallet that belonged to a man who'd decided to cross the line. A photo that had been burned into his mind since that night.
"Follow me, and you lose everything." Minho knew as soon as the words left his mouth that Eun wouldn't listen. The twinkle in his eyes gave away his every move. He stood anyway, heading to the backdoor without looking behind himself.
The night was cold as he pulled his hood up, jogging to the end of the street as his gun stayed cocked, by his side. Minho reached the end, turning with the weapon raised just as the hero exited the shop.
BANG
Eun flinched, his shocked face staring back at Minho's amused expression.
"You should've listened."
He seemed a little older now, with round, squirrel-like cheeks, but tireder eyes.
Their gazes locked and Minho could see the way the person's eyes widened under his stare. He seemed unable to tear away his gaze, which the man found amusing. Turning back around, he could hear Eun yelling a name multiple times.
"Jisung. Jisung! JISUNG!"
Jisung.
So that's his name. It rolled off the tongue easily, it was soft and gentle, fit for the soft, innocent looking boy it belonged to.
Minho decided to make sure he'd never forget it.
He suddenly made a sharp turn down an alleyway, easily finding his footing and balance. Now, only one pair of footsteps could be heard behind him, making it clear Jisung was lagging behind.
"STOP RIGHT THERE YOU VILLAIN. YOU ARE BEING DETAINED!" Eun's pathetic shouts reached his ears as he turned another way, down to where a dead end would greet him. He came to an easy stop, not even out of breath from the light exercise.
When he turned, the city's hero faced him, panting heavily but with his classic shit-eating smirk on his face.
"You're...under arrest...for many...crimes."
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Sweetheart (Minsung)
Fanfiction"We shouldn't be doing this." "Do you want to stop?" "No." ---------------------------------- Villain x Hero's sidekick ---------------------------------- All characters are Oc's except for Minho and Jisung. Warning: Smut Graphic Violence SA (kind o...
