REAPER || minsung ✔︎

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13:52

"Twice a day," Jisung said saltily while looking at his imaginary watch, "that's a record."
He turned his head to the flowerpot that was levitating above his head. "I'll just step aside so you can drop that."

Minho dropped his arms to his sides, shadows retracting back into his palms. The object was sent tumbling down with and hit the ground with a loud crash. He sighed solemnly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled softly, looking at the ground.

Jisung clicked his tongue and started walking. "Those smoke bombs were not cool," he stated, ignoring the apology and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "It was also kind of rude to run off like that and it surely makes you suspicious as hell, but it looked epic, so I'll let it slide."

"I'm sorry," Minho repeated a little more audible and hobbled after the boy.

He didn't understand why he was so eager to be forgiven by Jisung, especially since he never did anything necessarily wrong. Unless breaking the rules to save a soul destined to die and by doing so messing up the order of life and death was wrong. However, it didn't feel like Jisung was supposed to be dead. There was an irking undertone to the events, as if someone was ridiculing them from behind the scenes.

Jisung pursed his lips and stopped for a second to face Minho. "Nope, that's too weak. I'm not accepting that."

Minho pouted and ruffled his hair in frustration. "I'm sincerely trying to show my regret, but you're making it really hard. How can I make it up to you?" he asked, the pleading tone not going unnoticed. "Usually I'm the one they're begging and apologizing to. I'm stepping out of character for you."

Jisung did feel a little guilty for making the guy struggle this much and honestly his upset face was hard to resist. Minho looked like a frustrated little kid whose mom refused to buy him sweets. His inner little devil, however, was loving it and thinking of ways to milk out the situation. He pretended to think hard before snapping his fingers as if to show he got an amazing idea.

"Buy me some cheesecake and I'll think about it," he smiled widely.

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And that was how the pair ended up in a cozy cafe with pastel color theme.

"You literally met me yesterday, aren't you a little scared?" Minho asked, eyeing the boy in front of him. He took a bite of his chocolate muffin and sighed. See, he thought, this is why you're being targeted.

"Oh no, I'm terrified," Jisung confirmed with wide eyes, stuffing another slice in his mouth, "but like, cheesecake."

It came out a little muffled due to all the food he stuffed in his cheeks. Minho wasn't going to lie, he looked adorable. The boy in front of him really resembled a squirrel or a happy hamster and Minho just wanted to put him in his pocket and protect him.

Sadly, he had to die sooner or later. The Reaper just had to fix his little problem first.

Wait, Minho thought all of a sudden, he could die while eating cake right now. How weird would that look.

His eyes shot open. "Hey, hey," he said and took a hold of Jisung's wrist. "Slow down, or you'll choke and die."

Jisung raised his eyebrows at the statement. He swallowed the chunk of sweetness and cleared his throat. "Speaking of dying," he said, sudden seriousness in his once playful tone, "why is it that you always appear during these... unfortunate events? Even if they're so stupid no one would believe they could possibly kill you."

Jisung had muttered the last part under his breath with a hint of frustration.

Minho's eyes darted towards anything that wasn't the pointed look of a certain boy with an inevitable death sentence. Not knowing what to do, Minho stuffed a whole new muffin, vanilla this time, in his mouth.

Jisung gasped audibly. "You can't avoid a question that way!" he shrieked and hit the taller with the spoon he was holding.