Sungmin swears when he sees the red-and-blue
lights in his rearview mirror. He tips his head back
against the headrests and closes his eyes briefly,
cursing his bad luck. The last thing he needs after a
day of late appointments and missed targets and
that asshole Zhou Mi trying to threaten him (motherfucker, Sungmin thinks, because there is no
way he's going to give up territory he's staked out
for years before Zhou Mi even showed up), is to get
pulled over by a cop. Sungmin thinks about the gun in his glove
compartment and sighs, tempted. He shakes his
head and opens his eyes, mouth wry. No, he
doesn't need to end the day in jail for shooting a
cop either. Heechul will hand him his ass on a plate
if that happened. In his side mirror, Sungmin watches the cop step
out of the car. It's nearing twilight now, early
evening, but there's enough light to see that the
cop is young and tall. He's slender and fit and his
legs seem to go on for miles under his crisp blue
uniform. Well. That's unexpected. Sungmin follows the cop in the mirror, eyes
flickering with every step. He licks his lips as he
catches a glimpse of the face under the brim of the
cap. Unexpected but not unwelcome. "Officer," he says brightly. "What seems to be the
problem?" He's young, this one, younger than Sungmin
guessed. He looks like he's barely out of his teens
(barely out of the academy) and Sungmin can
practically feel his spine curve with pleasure at the
thought. This is going to be fun. The cop frowns at Sungmin's tone. "You were
speeding," he says crisply, holding up his badge for
Sungmin's inspection. "Do you know what the
speed limit on this road is?" Sungmin tilts his head to the side as cutely as he can
manage. "Um," he says thoughtfully, tapping his
bottom lip with a finger. "80kph?" Very
deliberately, he lets the finger drag his lip down, full
and red, revealing just a glimpse of the white of his
teeth. He can see the cop's eyes flicker, though they grow cold immediately after. No mind. Sungmin likes a challenge. And (Sungmin
reads his badge with lowered lashes) Cho Kyuhyun
is just his type. "The speed limit is 50kph," Kyuhyun tells him, "and
do you know how fast you were going?" Sometimes they make it so easy. Sungmin spreads
his thighs a little bit, knowing that his jeans, though
loose, are cupping his crotch in a very revealing
way. He tilts his head slightly, letting his long