Jisung

Why ?

That's the real question. Why is Jisung in this stuffy toilet? Why had he agreed to committing a felony in the first place?

Everything about this stupid restaurant was fancy. He couldn't even pronounce its name to save his life, and now he was stripped out his of former clothes and wearing a freshly picked out waiter's uniform.

The toilet is so fancy, one would forget that it is a toilet. The Bakery had a shit-stinking toilet, and Jisung wasn't going to risk his short-lived life trying to clean it.

His heart does a tap dance in it's place . His blood is icing like he has ice stuck in his inner anatomy. Fear feels cold.

"Strawberry, Clouds, and Winnie the Pooh..." This was Jisung's plan to calm himself. Listing all the very few things he regarded fondly.

He can hear to police parading the whole place, loud as they instructed people to evacuate the premises. He can the faint but far away sirens. The heavy duty boots stomping over the wooden floors.

"This won't work" The paranoid boy whispered to himself, clutching himself as he sunk down the the floor slowly.

What if Minho had fed him to the police? Any second now, someone will enter the restaurant bathroom and Jisung will be caught. Caught red-handed, charged for agrrevated use of a weapon and locked up.

Locked up for a man Jisung doesn't even know to begin with. He's so stupid.

Felix had told him that Chan would be the one to get him out after he fled the scene expertly. And Jisung knew better than to trust liar-liar pants on fire Chan.

"Strawberry-"

He had begun to whisper, but halted his speech, taking a deep breath and forcefully shutting his mouth with his hand.

Someone was at the door. 
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"Open your eyes Jisung. It's me"

It was Chan's voice. Whispering and delivered with maximum urgency.

Jisung peaked up, and begun to steady his heavy breathing when it was indeed, Chan the criminal standing before him. He's in Police uniform. He's wearing a whole bullet safety vest, and it contrasts the darker blonde of his hair.

Noise surrounds the scene.

"Quickly. Remember, you're an innocent worker and you hid in the toilet during the while robbery.... okay?" Chan speedily whispered, extending his arm to Jisung.

Jisung nodded wanting to leave. Wanting to go home. Wanting to see Minho, as sick and twisted as that sounded. Time apart from Minho was starting to feel weird.

He accepted Chan's extension, and lifted himself of the floor. The fake uniform had wrinkled, the black  apron folding with his movements.

"Debby ?"

It turns out that it's not just Minho who called the gun by the name "Debby". Where do criminals find the time to be funny ? Nobody knows.

Without a single word uttered, Jisung took the gun from the confinment of his waist and pants.

He could feel Chan watching with every move like the hawk. Hurriedly he offered the killing machine to the fake lying conniving 'Policeman'.

"The goods, you placed everything where I told you too right ?"

Jisung nodded once more, gaze analysing the sparkle of floor rather than Chan's hawk like eyes.

"Crouch your head into me as we walk. The point is to look very traumatized so that we go unnoticed....not that you'll have any trouble with that." Chan explained, motioning Jisung to walk closely with him.

Everything Chan does is commanding, and sometimes falsely reassuring. This is the Chan, Jisung was growing to know over only a few encounters.

"The are other policemen out there. Real soreass ones, so for your good act right" Chan warned as they headed out together.

•

Nothing can compare.

Nothing can compare to Minho's dazed gaze. Not the gaze of the several law enforcers watching him like the hawk. Not the gaze of Felix'  or the lady in red victim.

None of them.

Back to where his life revolved around for the past several days, Jisung stood still against the front door to the familiar loft.

An itch plagues his ears, and his stomach somersaults just feeling Minho's gaze.

He turned to close the door.

"Come here"

Is all he hears from Minho. Minho is leisurely sat on his bed. He's wearing sweatpants and a black vest. His hair is disheveled and beautifully framing his face.
All the telling signs that Minho had been indeed relaxed and at home, all while Jisung was risking his life and possibly freedom.

While Jisung had been scaring innocent women and kids. Dear God, Jisung himself knows how harmless he is. Under a mask however, no one knows who Jisung is. They'll get scared with the right motivation. The right motivation is bullets and the threat of death.

Shoes off. Apron still on. And the news reporter on the TV in the background covering the scene of yet another robbery in Stayville City.

Jisung wanted to cry, and he wasn't too sure why. Nonetheless, he walked to his captor willingly.

Once in close vicinity to Minho, inhaling his citrus musky scent, Jisung only stared. And Minho stared back.

"The two robbers in pink and purple masks both fled the scene after hodling the restaurant workers and customers hostage for thirty minutes. Stealing money that can amount-"

The newslady had beautiful soothing voice if one can excuse everything that was happening. The faint sound of the television was becoming less relevant as Minho gawked at Jisung shamelessly.

Air warm and inviting on a Sunday.

Minho proceeded to pat his lap, signalling for Jisung to sit.

*There's so much space on the bed already! Why sit on your lap ? *  Is what Jisung wanted to say.

Instead, all he did was sit himself inbetween Minho's menspread legs on the soft the mattress.

The warmth of Minho is a familiar thing to Jisung. They practically cuddle every night, and wake up to never address it.

So it's surprising that he'd feel relaxed when Minho's arms envelope him. No surprise that Jisung's normal bodily response to Minho's touch is cave in even further.

But this feels different.

"Why didn't you run away ? Tell the police the truth? Huh? You're no thief Ji" Minho said, lips dangerously lingering around Jisung's neck.

Chills travels down the younger's back. Why didn't he just expose Chan ? Why didn't he just get the help of a real officer when they were all over the place? Why ?

"You said everything is about intent. I don't know yet " Jisung let out, not sure of his own words.

"You're pretty in that apron. "

"You say I'm pretty all the time. Men aren't known for being pretty " Jisung whispered with a frustrated tone before he could even register his words.

Everyone here was so vain.

"I'll always tell you the truth Jisung. And the truth is you look pretty in that apron. I can only imagine if it was the only thing you had on" Minho drawled on shamelessly.

Jisung doesn't know if Minho was doing it on purpose, but the motion Minho's fingers tracing along the skin of his thighs was killing him. It felt like a tiny drop of honey being hung just above his tongue.

"Minho ?" Voice soft, and coy. Almost as if Jisung is afraid to say that name.

"Hmmm?"

"Please"

"Please do something"

And he finally did. Lightly pressing and guiding Jisung's head near his. To claim the younger's lips. To capture the plumpness of his lips in selfish haste.

Soft. Tentative. But so desperate. That's the only accurate account for how their lips tangled and fit together.

They had kissed before. And Jisung was a complete novice. Not knowing the first thing to do. Still, Jisung didn't know what he was doing but boy did it excite and calm him to connect with Minho in this way.

Hips still firmly planted in Minho's lap, Jisung couldn't ignore the heat of it all.

The warm fuzzy feeling of locking lips and the strong thighs that had him sat.

Somersaults. Somersaults in his tummy once again.

"Jisungie...stop moving around baby. You're making me hard" Minho groaned, disconnecting their lips much to Jisung's disappointment.

Hard ?

"Me too" were words that were supposed to remain as thoughts in Jisung's head.

"Naughty Jisungie- I thought you were good" Minho chuckled darkly, moving his hips so that Jisung was sat directly on his erection.

Jisung wasn't drunk this time. It's all him, and he'll have to live with the shame later on.

A/N
Sability Ayra Starr and Pretty girls dem at the very end.