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Donghyuck heaved a deep sigh as he pushed his way through the outskirts of the city tiredly. His long coat battled the winds racing towards him while his hair was whipped back off his forehead. Most people that were out at this hour were most likely single and looking for places to chew up time, frustrated and needing a long walk, or the increasingly common 'nocturnal human' that feels they don't need to sleep at night, but during the day.

It was quite dark out, and the moon wasn't visible out here since too many apartment blocks obscured its beauty. Even stars were a rarity, which Donghyuck missed from living in the countryside.

The argument he had fought just to come out here flashed through his mind, dropping even more weight onto his shoulders.

Twenty minutes ago...
"God, Hyuck! Why are you always doing this? Always running off to 'be alone for a while'?" Renjun hissed, blocking their bedroom door so that his lover couldn't escape. "You have to realise that as a leader, your duty is to stay here and set an example. If you're running off doing god knows what, then the other members will assume they can do the same!"

"I think I deserve air after being locked up down here, underground, for hours!" The brunette groaned, "I know you're worried about me, but I'm not a kid!"

"Hyuck, I know you're not a kid. We wouldn't have voted you in as our leader if you were. But it's dangerous out there!"

Donghyuck gritted his teeth in attempt to calm himself down. He knew why Renjun was like this. Everyone did. But when he joined Jupiter, he thought he'd have more freedom, and he thought he'd just be a member. "Please, Junnie. I'm suffocating...."

The older wore an unshakeably stressed and stubborn expression, balling his hands by his sides, letting them relax, and balling them again in a timed pattern. "I.....I just don't trust anyone anymore. What if I let you go out, and you're shot dead before you even make it home? Wh-What if I'm looking at you now, and it's the l-last time I ever see you?"

"Aaaw, Renjun. Baby, come on, I won't let that happen-" the younger tried, though Renjun looked away and took steady breaths to compose himself.

"Yeah, well Mark thought the same thing. One minute he was here with me, giving me a goodbye kiss and an hour later Lucas ran in to tell me he was dead. I don't want to take any risks....."

Donghyuck empathised with him. He really did. But assuming the role of a prisoner of his own mafia was absolutely ridiculous, and Mark had died three years ago. There had been plenty of time to heal, yet Renjun was still broken.

"You know," he began, gently walking over to pull the shorter against his body by his waist, "Killing and dying is a sad part of what we do. We're all criminals here, and that's what makes us money. I know you hate to hear it, but if I got shot I'd deserve it-"

"Shut. Up. I refuse to lose you to another goddamn gun, so no is no."

"I'll wear my freaking armour then? Is that not good enough?!"

"Donghyuck! What is so important out there that you have to leave me?! Why can't you just stay in here where I can look after you?!"

"Because I'm a free spirit, Renjun! Mark may have been tougher than me, and harder to take down than me. Hell, he probably listened to you like a good boyfriend would.....but I'm not Mark. I'm Donghyuck, and I hate being locked up!"

The older sighed frustratedly, leaning his forehead against the other's chest and wrapping his arms around his waist protectively. "I know you're not Mark.....I know...."

"Then-"

"I love you so much. You know I do. This is my way of making sure you're safe, because every king has their queen, and queens protect them when everyone else thinks they're unstoppable. So please...." he finally looked up at his eyes and bit his lower lip to force out his reluctant answer, "If you're going out....come back to me."

The younger couldn't help but smile fondly, picking the boy up into his arms and spinning them once before pressing a short kiss to his lips. "Of course I'll come back, my queen. I would never leave you alone..."

It was growing harder and harder to settle Renjun's paranoia and nerves. He was clearly envisioning the worst of every situation, and certain members had claimed he was going much harder on their victims than he needed to.

A long story short, Donghyuck's job was bloody hard and he wanted a holiday.

As he neared a particular block of apartments that were shadowed by another set across the street, he spotted someone on the third floor trailing down the outdoor corridor and stopping at his residence.

The long blonde hair being picked up by the soft winds blowing through was distinctive....especially when belonging to such a beautiful human being.

Is that.....Na Jaemin? The brunette almost chuckled excitedly, running to the tiny excuse of a car-park outside and calling up. "Oi! Jaemin!"

The male who had been unlocking his door flinched, frowning as he looked around and found nothing.

"Down here!"

Jaemin slowly walked towards the railing of the long balcony, peering over the edge and scoffing at the sight of the secret mafia leader waving up at him with both hands.

"Oh god," the younger whined, "What are you doing here, Hyuck?"

"I'm stalking you."

"Not surprised."

Donghyuck grumbled in response, rolling his eyes and starting to run towards the back staircase made of cement. It trailed along the side of the building, with regular intervals at each floor. He reached the third section, sprinting down the cheap outdoor hall and skidding to a halt in front of the blonde who was still leaning against his door.

"Hahah, I know where you live," the older stated deviously, poking Jaemin's chest. "Watch out."

"Or, you watch out. I'll invite you inside, and murder you in cold blood, Idiot."

"I'm too pretty for blood. You wouldn't get your hands dirty, anyway."

The younger sighed, almost laughing at the ironic excuse and turning back around to unlock his door. There was some truth behind not getting his hands dirty. If he was going to kill someone in his own home, he'd plan it more.

"What? You're seriously letting me in?" Donghyuck gasped, growing evermore excited by the concept of picking away the threads of mystery wound around this boy.

"Well, I'm going inside. There's nothing I can do to stop you if you barge in as well. Think of it that way."

"Psh. So cold. I know you like me somewhere deep down, you're just pretending."

"God," Jaemin rolled his eyes, walking inside and leaving the door open for Donghyuck to follow regardless. "For someone in Jupiter, you're awfully childish."

You should watch me switch, the older thought mischievously as he closed the door behind him. My duality is my strength.

"Coffee?"

"Huh?"

"I don't want tea right now," the blonde pressed, "So either you're drinking coffee with me, or water."

So cold, "Mmm, I'll have coffee. But seriously, I didn't actually know whether you lived somewhere or not. Why was I expecting a residence or something?"

He glanced at him as he allowed his coat to slide down his shoulders and rest at his elbows, "You're judgemental."

"Maybe."

The brunette couldn't help but find himself staring as Jaemin proceeded to pull his coat off and prove to be wearing a button up with the first three buttons open. His dark jeans were a tighter fit and his black ankle boots suited him well.

"So....." the older started to take his own over-layers off, "Have you ever considered coming back to Jupiter?"

"Not really. Though I would love to see how they've turned out under Haechan's rule. I'm curious."

"Do you expect the worst? Are you a loyal Mark follower?"

"I just want to meet the person that could clean up such a mess. It was utter turmoil when I left."

Donghyuck nodded slowly, trying not to let the thought of Nana ruin is better mood. He was glad he could help Jupiter like he had.....but leadership wasn't what he wanted. In fact, he'd have handed the mafia over to anyone more capable than himself...it was simply that this person didn't exist.

"I'll be back in a second. Just making coffee," Jaemin shuffled out of the living area towards a room that the older assumed was the kitchen.

Donghyuck sat down on the three person sofa, finding it to be much more comfortable than their one back at the base. He quickly felt his ankle for the dagger he liked to hide down there, thankful for its presence.

Tonight he would figure as much out about this person as he could, and perhaps come to a decision on what he would do with him.

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