"Hands in the air!"

"I said hands in fucking air! Now" Jisung screamed, cocking the the shiny black pistol and clicking on the safety of the handgun.

The crowd in the restaurant responded with a chorus of screams and cries as expected. The tables had turned, this time Jisung was perpetrator and not the victim.

Adrenaline. Dopamine. And all the works coursing through his veins. His heart beating at 110 metres per hour. It's all so sudden, but here he is, holding a gun and wearing a pink woolen balaclava.

•

Before:

"My problems aren't your own Jisung, remember that...you only here for as long I want you here" Minho stated with finality after Jisung had attempted to ask how he could help.

Truly, Minho was confused at Jisung's empathy. A week ago Jisung couldn't even look him in the eye, had sworn to never speak a word to him.

"Then let me go. Back to Boa. Back to my life" Jisung retorted with sass as if this whole ordeal had been just a little vacation in the city for him.

Jisung was sick of being on the backburner. He can remember a distinct time when Earl drafting of boys in the military was propagated, and how anyone that knew Jisung in Boa swore that he'd be too weak in war or military. That he was too feminine.

Minho cuddling with Jisung every night since his abduction, and eating food he'd cook felt emasculating. Even more emasculating than being regarding as little cooking boy in Boa.

"You need me, as a backup for something right? I'm aware Minho so don't treat like me like I'm not"

The heist at the charity event had been a huge deal and still all over radio and news. Another heist at a bank in the very same city their in had happened the same night. It was such clean quiet operation that the public only figured out that charity robbery had been a distraction all along.

"I like you better when you're naive" Minho scoffed bitterly.

"Naivety is not real" Jisung countered almost immediately.

"Come here"

Jisung only followed obediently after Minho to the elevator that lead them into the inhouse carpark that was a floor above their loft.

Triumph reigned inside Jisung's heart. He wants to smile. Being stuck in that loft 24/7 was making him lose his sanity. He watched every dvd movie he could find and read every retro magazine he could find stacked up in the loft.

As much as Jisung knew that his stay here with Minho was temporary as Jeongin had said, he would wake up to tally the days since his abduction. Weeks and counting. It's been weeks and counting without his uncle, and his only friends- the farm animals.

Minho had a knack of domesticizing any situation regarding their weird dynamic. Jisung would cook night and morning as per his passion, and Minho would shower him with desserts and other things of that sort.

But Jisung could see through it. Minho was up to something big. Dangerous. Life-altering. Minho needed Jisung relaxed and distracted as a hostage, while he was scheming and laying the foundations for his plans.

He gets calls of three different burner phones after destroying his smart phone. Jisung realises only now that Emily was being looked after in protective hiding by a relative. No one is supposed know about Emily, not even Jisung.

"You must learn to defend yourself. You're not weak....you proved that to me the night you got drunk" Minho chuckled. He's focused on the pistol that he is holding, he uses the black cloth to wipe and shine it with care. You'd think he's holding a baby the way he nurses that gun.

"I don't know what you're talking about " Jisung mumbled, his face heating in embarrassment as he approached the older.

"Yeah right... touch me mInhO.... let's do what they did in the mov-"

"Lalalalala...I can't hear you!" Jisung yelled successfully cutting Minho's mocking short, all while covering his hot reddened ears childishly.

Of course Minho laughed. Laughed like he was getting paid to laugh that hard. The corners of his mouth widening to show of his pearly whites, and the reverb of his laughter resounding in the openness of the underground garage.

His laughter eventually dies. Something that will never die is Jisung's embarrassment, but he must digress.

"Touch it" Minho says once sober looking at Jisung who is in close proximity to him.

He's referring to the gun. Jisung knows he's referring to the gun. Jisung knows he's referring to the gun. Jisung knows he's referring to the-

But his tone is so commanding and deep. Chilling and eerily dark like the first time they met in the diner. That voice and tone makes the hairs on his skin stand, his stomach twist and sink down further into anatomical abyss.

"The gun ?" Jisung still found the courage to question wearily, voice small and hand shaking from fear.

He's never been this close to a gun. Well, excluding the time Minho pressed it against his head. Wonderful times.

"No my dick. Of course the gun Ji!" Minho sighed in the heaviest tone of sarcasm and exasperation.

Beet red. An accurate representation of Jisung's after Minho's words.

"Her name is Debby, don't be shy... She's here to help you"

And so stepping closer, feet digging into the converse that graced the cold lifeless concrete, Jisung decided to do it.

He touched the firearm for the very first time in his life. The coolness black coated steel kisses the warm tips his fingers.

Minho only watches, a smirk forming on his face as he pushed the firearm into Jisung's hand fully.

Minho looks distracting. In the best way possible. The open button shirt he wears layered with a black wifebeater beneath it makes his milky white skin glow in clinical lighting of the carpark.

Minho looks handsome, but not enough to distract Jisung from the fact the he was actually holding a firearm in his hands.

A killing weapon.

"Feels heavy right?" Minho whispered, getting behind Jisung and enveloping him to place his hands on Jisung's gun bearing one's.

Their fingers interlock as Minho guided Jisung's fingers on the assumed position to hold a gun properly.

Jisung can only swallow nervously as he felt Minho all over him from the back. He notes the prominent veins on Minho's hands and arms. Those hands look like gun owning hands. In simple words big. Big.

"A gun doesn't give a person power. Power is in the person holding it. Aim with intent. It's the intent that kills not the bullet" said Minho as he pressed into Jisung further, the younger arching into him as he looked back to Minho.

"You look sexy as fuck with a gun in your hands like this" Minho praised as he finally moved back and let Jisung attempt to aim his outstretched arms with more intent.

"Didn't you say that her is name Debby?" Jisung asked with slight laugh turning to point the gun directly at Minho.

A/N

Love for lovesake has my heart.

I want to write a proper intro into the Changlix side story 🫣

Anyways Maniac by Conan Gray, Manic by viviz, and Maniac by strays kids ( my music taste is a mess)