Minsung - "Thieves"

Smut, NC17, Adult Content

Han's p.o.v.

We had organized everything down to the smallest detail, as always. It was all thanks to the members of our group and, until that moment, we had never missed a heist.

Seungmin never left anything to chance, while Felix was in charge of computer systems. He'd grown holed up in a bloody basement, just him and his computers. He was a little weird, to be honest, but who in the Stray kids wasn't?

Chan was our leader, he was in charge of picking targets. He always chose them with great care, we couldn't afford to make a single mistake.

What did we steal? Cash, jewelry, valuables, anything we could sell. Every now and then we also took some objects of little value, let's say some souvenirs. Minho loved to pick out a book in every house. His face when he couldn't find books in some houses was exhilarating:

«How could people live without reading?!»

Felix tried to explain that kindles and webtoons existed, but Minho has always been a bit of a boomer.

Hyunjin was our cover-up. He was from a rich family, he was handsome, a famous model; no one would ever suspect him and his friends who met to "play" in his villa.

Why did he steal? For the same reason of us: we had what I called the Robin Hood syndrome. You got it right, we didn't want a single dollar. We donated everything we could to charity, using different methods and various types of channels to buy and sell stolen goods. And this is where Changbin came into play. We were well organised, I must admit it.

What about Minho and I, you ask? Minho and I did the theft.

«Han, don't do shit like last time» he said seriously as I drove to this month's destination.

«I don't know what you're talking about» I said, with a smile, pretending not to know he was referring to my almost getting the wrong address.

He glared at me.

«Come on, I corrected myself! I immediately understood that something was wrong!»

«At least you're smart» he snorted.

«And beautiful» I smiled, throwing him a wink.

«Look at the road, moron» he snapped, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

We parked the car a few blocks from the villa we'd been eyeing for the past few weeks. We knew everything at that point: who lived there, what they did for a living, how much the clothes they wore were worth, the shifts of the guards, how to tame the guard animals. Everything.

I told you, Seungmin was like the Paper House Professor.

We took off our clothes hidden inside our van and put on overalls. They were clothes that Chan had made, designed by Hyunjin and thought by Seungmin. A light, breathable, waterproof fabric, suitable for all eventualities, both hot and cold, resistant to fire - but not that much, the scar on my left arm could confirm that fire is difficult to stop - and it had padding near the vital organs, to protect us against possible bullets and animal bites.

Oh, yes, it was a really useful feature. Minho had been bitten by a big dog, but fortunately on the forearm and no nerves were injured.

I glanced at him as he remained in his boxers and slipped into his black overalls. I loved watching his back and took advantage of it whenever I could.

«Stop staring at me.» he snapped, zipping up and pulling on his black mask.

«Stop pretending you don't like it» I chuckled imitating him. He got so serious during work.

He grabbed the planimetry of the house and made me go over the plan step by step - how boring it was! - and finally we set off.

We would have entered from the basement that we had found in the plans of this beautiful villa. It would lead us straight to the center of the parlor, where we would have to avoid the lone guard present who was due for break in literally 9 minutes and 57 seconds. We checked our watches, to see if the they were in perfect sync because, you should know this, timing is everything during a heist.

We quickly found ourselves in the living room. Our eyes communicated without words, our bodies moved in sync as always. Chan kept in touch with us throught a device inserted into our right ear, but we didn't speak unless absolutely necessary.

"Felix has deactivated the cameras in the corridors, it will be a few minutes before they notice it" he told us.

Minho and I locked eyes and sneaked off to the office of what used to be a famous lawyer. I fiddled with the safe - that was my job, but you don't want to know how I learned it. Meanwhile, Minho had stopped in front of the door, listening carefully because there was always the possibility of someone approaching without us realizing it. The truth was that he was probably browsing the bookstores to choose his souvenir.

After two minutes I finally heard the safe lock click and I started to empty it. Minho came closer and frowned: we thought we would find more, actually. Shit.

With silent nods we decided to try and stop in the bedroom as well and found several valuables there: necklaces, a tiara, new designer bags.

"You have to go out" Chan's voice was serious and it takes us by surprise, but I had just found a second safe. I had to try.

«He's trying to open a second safe» Minho answered for me, so as not to distract me.

I felt the sweat dripping from my forehead and wetting my neck, despite the super breathable suit. It wasn't difficult, it was an old safe, not too complex for me. I could do it.

"Minho, drag him away. You have a minute."

«Han» Minho called back to me, but I was almost there.

«15 seconds.» I replied.

Minho counted the time on the clock and at the 14th second I heard the longed-for click.

"Minho, fuck, quick!" Chan yelled over the earphones.

We took everything without distinction and quickly went out into the corridor, with soft steps.

"The guard is back" Chan warned us and we froze in the corridor, before rounding the corner that led to the guard's location.

"They're trying to reset the cameras. They could do it in 30 seconds."

Minho just stretched out to peek.

«Shit» he whispered. We were fucked up.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards one of the bathrooms. I didn't ask questions, he always knew what he was doing. I trusted him.

He pointed to the window, handing me a rope as he fixed one end to the toilet bowl. We both suffered from heights - what weird thieves we were! - but if I was just scared of it, he was terrified.

I looked at his face covered entirely by the black mask: «I'll go first, follow me» I whispered, squeezing his hand for a second. My eyes screamed at him: "You can do it. Fighting!"

"Guys, I'm 20 seconds away from you" Chan told us. He always set up with a car nearby, ready to rescue us in case plan A went wrong. And that was the case.

We couldn't reach the van, risking being caught if someone had chased us.

I started to lower myself, trying not to look down, and saw Minho falter. We were on the second floor, it was high for him. Too much high.

I froze in the middle of the rope, I couldn't get down unless I saw him following me: «Minho is stuck» I whispered to Chan, «Connect me with him» I said, trying not to lose myself in panic.

Felix connected my line to Minho's.

«Min, get off. I'm under you, I'm waiting!» I whispered, watching his distant face shyly look out the window.

"Go, please, I'll find another way" he said, and from his tone I knew that he had made up his mind. He wouldn't go down with me, but I couldn't accept it.

«No way! Don't be a jerk!»

"Han, get the fuck out of there!" he snapped, disappearing from my sight. He uncoiled the rope making me quickly fall towards the garden floor.

«Minho, please...» I murmured, even though I knew it was all useless now. He glanced at me from the window again, cut the rope and disappeared.

«Shit!» I snapped. I knew why he had done this but still I was angry with him.

He knew that hanging like that was a big risk for me and the last time, due to his mistake, I had taken a bullet in my shoulder. He hadn't been able to forgive himself for it, despite the fact that to save me, he had been attacked by that big dog.

"I'm coming" I heard Chan said. Minho had given him the signal to come. He was coming to get me, just me.

"Fuck fuck" I thought, crawling towards a hedge, to hide as best I could and immediately found the rendez-vous point. I glanced at that window again. Going back inside was the dumbest thing I could do. I didn't know where he was, I didn't know if he had already figured out another escape way and the house was huge. I couldn't do anything!

I ran to the meeting point and jumped into the car, in the back seat, while Chan quickly skidded off.

«Minho?!» he exclaimed sharply. I took off my mask and clenched my jaw: «He couldn't fucking get off!»

«Minho? Where the fuck are you?» he yelled through the microphone, «I'll start another car, Changbin will drive it, don't worry. Get out of there. Safe.»

I felt my heart explode. That idiot, he always wanted to be the hero!

Minho hasn't always been like that. Years ago he was colder, calculating, he didn't get carried away by emotions. But then...

«Han, are you okay?» Chan asked me, leading me to the van. I nodded, trying to hold back the tears. I wasn't okay at all, obviously.

«Don't worry, he is speaking with Changbin now» he told me, trying to sound reassuring. The truth is that he was worried too.

The next 10 minutes were the slowest of my life, I swear. I didn't even take off that crappy overalls.

«If you don't hear Changbin in 2 minutes, I'll go back there, got it?» I snapped, getting out of the car and walking towards the van.

He opened the car door and grabbed my wrist, spinning me around: «Calm down, Hanie. I know-» but his futile attempt to calm me down was interrupted by someone through the headset, «Did you get him? Is he okay?» he asked and I saw his face relax and nod at me. Minho was alive.

«See you at the palace.» he said, referring to Hyunjin's house. And I didn't even know if he was telling me or someone on the microphone but I slipped into the van.

We skidded towards the house, not in fast and furious mode - we were thieves, not pilots - but I assure you I didn't give a damn about any speed limit.

I drove into Hyunjin's garage, still dressed as a robber. I knew he would freak out if he saw me dressed like that walking into his house. «What the fuck are you doing dressed like this? The neighbors!» he would have said melodramatically. But I didn't give a shit at the time.

I ditched the van and, without waiting for Chan, I rushed to the basement, where our base was.

«Where the fuck is he?» I screamed, seeing Felix on the computer, Seungmin lying on a cot and Jeongin on his cell phone. Why was everyone so calm?

«Han, calm down now» I heard his voice and spun around. I didn't know if I wanted to punch him or hug him, but I immediately felt reassured. He was alive.

I looked at his body, checking for any injuries, and noticed that he was wrapping his hand.

«What the fuck did you do?!» I exclaimed, still feeling the fear and anger in my body.

«I had to break a glass» he explained with a calm voice, walking towards me. I only realized at that moment that I was left motionless, frozen, in the middle of the room.

He comes closer to me and I pushed him away, hitting him on the chest: «You're an idiot!» I screamed, feeling my eyes fill with tears, «I don't wanna do these things with you anymore!»

«Han, calm down, I'm fine» he tried to say, holding out his hand. He wanted me to help him close the bandage.

«You could have been not well!» I snapped, grabbing his hand and finishing the medication, And what would I have done, huh?»

«You're exaggerating, I wasn't in a bank vault.» he said, trying to play down. But I knew him well, he was scared too.

«We weren't in a bank in Geochan too!» I snapped, referring to that night. This was unfair, I knew that, but it bothered me that he diminished my fear of losing him.

He looked at me sighing and started to leave, offended by the fact that I had mentioned that episode which was painful for him to remember. More painful for him than for me who had caught a bullet.

I suddenly felt guilty. He had only done what he thought was right and, let's face it, I would have done the same to save him.

I grabbed him by the wrist, under the amazed eyes of our friends. They were watching us the whole time holding their breath - free live drama, right?

«Are you leaving now?» I said crossing Minho's eyes. He looked down at my hand wrapped around his wrist, the uninjured one, and then looked up at me.

"Please, Min, don't leave me again." I thought, as tears continued to flow down my face. I was still shaking, the fear of what could have happened in that house had shocked me.

He held my gaze but stayed silent.

«Let's go for a walk» Changbin broke the silence, urging Seungmin, Felix and Jeongin to follow him.

Neither of us broke eye contact. He seemed angry, I wasn't anymore. I just wanted to hug him again.

«You know I don't want to put you in danger anymore» he said, once we were alone in the basement.

«Minho, we are thieves!» I snapped again, «We are bound to be in danger!»

He snorted. We had had this discussion dozens of times: the risk we ran as thieves was one thing, it was another thing if I ended up in danger because of him. He had told me this over and over again.

«But» I continued, pulling him towards me gently, «splitting up is the stupidest thing we can do!» I added, in a plaintive tone.

«I know, I just couldn't follow you.» he sighed finally lowering his gaze and taking a step towards me, «I had no alternative, I'm sorry.»

I finally let go of his wrist and cupped his cute face in my hands. It was still all sweaty but I didn't care.

«I didn't mean to get angry, but I got scared, Min» I whispered, looking at his protruding lips.

«So soft» he smiled at me, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to his body.

«And you are speaking... You were a top thief before you fell in love with me» I grinned, without letting go of his face.

«Take your own responsibility» he replied, his eyes dropping to my mouth.

I threw myself on his lips, unable to wait a moment longer. His hands flew to the zip of my uniform, quickly pulling it off my sweaty chest. I did the same stripping him, without taking my lips off his.

Our tongues danced, as they always did, knowing each other perfectly. Our hands craved contact with each other, quickly freeing our bodies from all the clothes.

I pushed him against a wall and start massaging his dick, feeling him moan at my touch. He was already wet and I ran that liquid down his shaft, moistening his cock.

«So sensitive, Min?» I teased him, biting my lips.

«Shit, you and that skintight suit...» Minho moaned, tightening his grip on my hips.

«I may have asked Hyunjin to make it sexy» I grinned, licking his upper lip sensually.

Minho raised an eyebrow: «Oh so you want to try me... Can you bear the consequences then?» he smiled.

«We have three weeks off before the next heist.» I said, while a smirk appeared on my face, «Destroy me»

Minho smiled at those words and turns me around, giving me a hard spanking.

«Mh» he moaned in contact with my bare buttock. He always said he loves my butt. I didn't really get why but I liked it.

I arched my back and pushed myself against him, he grabbed my hips and holds me still.

«Hey, baby, be good now» he ordered. He made me lie down on the work table, where there are still the papers from our last job.

«My hands are dirty, so no prep, okay?» he said, making me even more excited.

I nodded and waited for him to penetrate me roughly. Instead I feel his tongue wetting my clenching hole and a moan escaped my mouths.

«Minho! I'm covered in sweat!» I screamed, feeling a bit ashamed.

He licked me to lubricate my hole: «You taste so good, baby» he whispered, as to calm my worries.

A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine: «Min, please» I begged. I really wanted to feel him inside me, like that was the only way to really feel he was safe.

Then I finally heard him put on a condom and felt his hard cock pushing against my opening. He penetrated me hard.

«Fuck!» I screamed, grabbing the table with my hands. That was the first time we were doing sex without lubricant but for real, this time, I don't give a fuck. I knew the danger but, well, we were thieves after all.

«Are you okay, Han?» he asked me, waiting for me to adjust on his cock. When he was horny he called me Han, not baby, not my love, not cutie, not prince, just Han. He became very cold but his hand were stroking my back and my ass kindly.

«I am, Min» I answered.

He grabbed my hips again and start to sink into me merciless. I screamed and panted, probably making the other members laughing all over the Villa's. But again, I can do this all day, 'cause we don't give a fuck.

I came, making a mess all over the floor, while he poured himself into the condom.

«I can't lose you, Han» he said, turning me and hugging me.

We were a complete mess. Dirty, wet, tired. But his eyes shone when he looked at me and I wanted nothing more.

«I can't lose you either» I whispered, caressing his face. A tear had escaped from his rigid control and I stopped it with my lips, then I smiled sweetly at him.

«I love you» I said, threading my hands through his hair, «I love you so much, Lee Min-Ho.»

He also smiled, holding me close to him: «I love you too, baby»

That evening, after cleaning up the mess we had made in the basement and collecting our clothes, he took my hand and dragged me into the shower.

I washed him, helping him given his broken hand.

And we cried, together. Embarrassed, but happy to still be alive.

Happy to still have the chance to love each other.

«Han, you have to promise me something» he said, while I was entwined against his chest, wrapped in the soft blankets of the Hwang house.

I raised my head and looked at him, frowning. I was afraid he would ask me to stop, to stop being thieves. I was afraid because I knew that I would say yes to all of his requests and, deep down, I also knew he lived that life because of me.

I had grown up stealing, but he hadn't, he could have become someone, a lawyer, an engineer. He had broken ties with his family for me, because we were gay. Hyunjin had welcomed us and the group had slowly formed.

But I would never have forced him to continue that life. I was the real thief, I was the one who wanted to continue stealing even without keeping anything.

«Promise me we'll do the next heist on the ground floor» he finally said, blocking the chaos of thoughts in my head.

I burst out laughing and threw my head back, holding my stomach. He could always be so funny, so ironic.

«I promise you» I managed to say, breathing again.

«And promise me» he said again, grabbing my hand, «that after the next one, you'll marry me.»

Elle's note:

Hi babieeees!! I'm back with a one shot too, did you miss them?

Did you like this story? Would you like part 2?

And... What if it was a bit dramatic? Happy ending or you leave it to me?

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