You ~ Minsung & Chanlix

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Felix plopped himself down on the big couch in their living room.

"Did you finally get her home safely?" Minho asked, turning to the younger.

"Yeah. She seemed pretty terrified. Her gang-members looked happy to see her though." Felix said while closing his eyes from the fatigue.

The 9 boys kept quiet for a while. Everyone was pretty worn out from today's mission, especially Minho. He was the one to fight off the most members, and to save Felix's sister.

"I didn't know you had a sister, Lix" Changbin said, catching everybody's attention.

"Yeah, she ran away form the orphanage when she turned 15. I'm sorry, I rarely talk about her anymore" Felix said with a dry chuckle.

"What's her name?" Jeongin asked, as innocent as ever.

"Rachel" Felix answered shortly.

He didn't feel like talking at the moment.

Everyone went silent again, due to no one knowing what to say.

One by one they stood up and exited the living room. The clock was nearing 11pm.

Jisung pov.

I stood up and walked up the stairs heading for my room. I quickly changed my clothes into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

Afterwords I put my gear in my shelves, cuz I was too lazy to do it earlier.

I was about to walk into my bathroom and get ready for bed when I heard someone knocking on my door.

I walked over to the door, opening it to reveal a tired looking Minho.

I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter my room. He hesitantly walked inside and took in the sight of my room.

It was pretty neat at the moment. My bed was nicely made and my clothes were all in the wardrobe for once.

I noticed how he walked over to my equipment shelf and gently touched my sniper rifle.

I carefully walked up to him, partly to see what he was doing with my weapons since I didn't fully trust him yet, and partly to find out why he had come here.

He checked out every single weapon on my shelf, which was a lot. I had 7 knives in all shapes and sizes on one shelf. I had 5 different handguns lined up on the shelf over. My sniper rifle was standing beside my hand guns, on a stand, with the tip of the rifle hovering over the handguns. Under the two shelves I had a line of pegs. My bulletproof west was hanging off a hanger on the far right peg, with my ammo-belts and gun- and knife sockets to its left.

Minho seemed pretty intrigued and interested in my weapon collection.

I stole a glance at my hyung while he was busy looking through my weapons.

His hair was messy and he still wore his Lee Know hoodie. His clothes and hands were slightly stained with the blood of his enemies, together with his bruised knuckles. I have to admit that he looked pretty hot.

His current messy and tired state, together with his side profile and bloody appearance drove me slightly insane. How can anybody look this good wearing another man's blood?

Minho turned to me, once he felt my stare. I looked down and moved over to my bed, to avoid him noticing my blushing cheeks.