Facade - Banginho/MinChan

Chapter Four

Will Mega and Strike ever appear again?

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Chris was currently cuddled next to Minho on the couch. The two were watching a movie.

Chris' thoughts haven't gotten any less confusing over the past few days.

His suspicions of Minho being something more than human have been fighting for dominance with his want to make Minho feel better.

It really has been confusing.

But right now, Chris wanted to cheer Minho up from his hidden sadness. After all, his suspicions weren't confirmed to be true or false just yet.

"Geez, that was such an inspiring and sad story. I love this movie so much."

Chris looked from the television which had the credits of the movie they were watching rolling to Minho to see him wiping a few tears from his eyes. Chris couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Min, we've literally watched this movie so many times."

Minho sniffled, chuckling a little himself. "Yeah, but... it gets me in the feels every time. The ending was so bittersweet. I can't believe he... he got killed by his own lover. It's so sad."

Chris side hugged Minho. "I know, Min. I know. Do you want to go to sleep now? It's getting kind of late."

Minho nodded, standing up. Chris followed, shutting the television off as he left the room.

Chris followed Minho into their room, following him over to Minho's bed. Ever since the two got together, they've always been sleeping in the same bed, usually alternating between Chris' and Minho's every night.

Minho pulled down the covers, immediately getting under them. Chris stripped off all of his clothes until he was just in his boxers, getting under the covers also. The two spooned together perfectly.

"Night, Channie."

Chris smiled. "Good night, Min."

There were times like this that Chris really didn't want his suspicions to be right, he didn't want to lose moments like these.

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Chris woke up, eyes immediately wandering to the other side of the room to where his alarm clock was.

It was almost half past 3 AM.

Chris was about to go back asleep, but he noticed something.

Minho wasn't in his arms anymore.

Chris sat up, rubbing his eyes.

Where did Minho go?

Chris kicked off the covers, creeping out of the room. Chris shivered.

Maybe he should've put some clothes on.

Chris went back into his and Minho's room, pulling on the shirt that he was wearing last night before exiting the room once again.

Chris creeped around the house, looking in every single room.

No Minho.

Minho might've went outside.

Chris walked over to the front door, opening it to check to see if the jeep was still in the driveway.

The jeep was still there.

Chris was about to close the door when he suddenly noticed something.

Two figures were standing on the road, looking like they were in some kind of deep conversation.

Chris' eyebrows furrowed. Who were these people?

Chris snuck out and hid behind the jeep, shivering as he peered out at the scene.

Chris' eyes widened as he noticed something.

One of the figures was Minho.

Chris couldn't tell who the second figure was from where he was, the dark black hoodie the person was wearing not doing anything to help Chris identify them.

Tons of questions began to fill Chris' head.

Who was Minho talking to?

Why was Minho talking to this person?

Was this the person that Minho talked to on the phone that one day?

Chris tuned in to their conversation, struggling to hear a bit because of how quietly the two were speaking.

He needed answers.

"...because that's what we need to do to save-"

"Is that really all you think about? Our reputation? That's not what's important, it's the good that we do."

"I know that already. I know. But reputation can help us. It's influential."

Chris' eyebrows furrowed. The voice of the other figure seemed vaguely familiar, but he just couldn't pinpoint where he heard it. Chris went back to listening to the words being spoken.

"And that was what pretty much killed who we are. Our influence. That's what comes with the job. Everything we do is blown way out of proportion..."

Chris' eyes widened, heart beating fast.

Please don't say that they were talking about what Chris thought they were.

Please, please, please.

Chris tuned back into the conversation, trying to listen over his pounding heartbeat. Chris wiped his shaky hands on his boxers.

"...are we going to do about it?"

Chris saw Minho sigh. "We're going to have to get back out there eventually. The crime rates have been climbing rapidly every single day. It doesn't matter that the public hates us, they need to be protected."

"You're right, we do."

Chris didn't want to stay out here much longer.

Chris ran back into the house and into his and Minho's room, stripping his shirt back off, and laying down in Minho's bed.

Chris' heart was pounding at such a high tempo, his body shivering even though he was under the warm covers of Minho's bed.

Chris squeezed his eyes shut as he heard Minho pad back into the room, feeling the bed shift as Minho laid back down into Chris' arms. Minho almost immediately fell asleep.

Chris let out a shaky breath, the snippets of the conversation he heard replaying over and over in his head.

By what he heard, it seemed very likely his suspicions were correct.

Was Minho Strike or Mega?

As Chris thought about it more and more, it seemed like it was the only explanation. There was literally no other context that could be applied to what he heard to make it make sense.

Chris felt tears well up in his eyes. This couldn't be real.

Minho was either Strike or Mega.

A/N oh hecking snap. literally the epitome of oh no

anyways, do yall know what movie i was referencing at the beginning? ;)

have a less stressful day!

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