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A five second millennial pause starts off the reporter's commentary : "Live, reporting from the Grand Mezinee gated house, It has been reported by police officials that the area was invaded by an organised crime bunch that hacked into security servers. The criminals broke into the prestigious ball disguised in masks, to spike the foods and drinks with tranquilizing sedatives."

"While many are only gaining consciousness as of the early morning hours; the cars, priceless belongings and safe money of the Mezinee State were unfortunately snatched by this gang. A gang that has proven to be a great terror to the public"

"More on that news with detective Chan on hold, here beside me" The reporter states in exaggerated seriousness.

If only she knew she is standing next to one of the culprits of all this.

She's standing next to a deceitful man that will and can possibly be to a threat to everyone there. No one could ever suspect him as he wears a Cop protective vest, and feigns a serious sincerety.

"Change the channel Ji" Minho says, completely ignoring the television as he types away on his laptop. He's sitting on the bed they shared last night.

Jisung woke up stripped down to his underwear, and a huge shirt covering his body. Heat spreads over his cheeks at the thought of Minho stripping him down.

Jisung doesn't change the channel. He merely lowers the volume on the huge screen and makes his way to the mini kitchenette.

Upon opening the refrigerator all he finds are spider webs and a six pack of beer. Jisung can't believe his eyes. This man never stocked up the refrigerator and wants to live on takeaways only ?

Jisung barely indulged in the food of the diner too much, and now he doesn't even remember what a home-made meal tastes like.

He has been more courageous, and a little more open to speaking to Minho since the events of last night.

Last night was both a breaking point and point of bonding. Some kind of weird bonding that would be deemed probably insane by other people. Jisung felt a little closer to Minho now. He wasn't just a stranger that kidnapped him. He was a stranger that kidnapped him that protected him too. But he put Jisung in harm's way in the first-

Too much thinking.

"We need house essentials. Noodles aren't nutritional and won't serve your body right so-

"I like the way you're standing in my shirt. So fucking cute" Minho interrupts in a relaxed raspy voice, staring at Jisung's legs and ultimately making the annoyed boy conscious enough to want to cover them up.

"You said you wouldn't do anything to me" Jisung bravely voices, the softness and quietness of his voice betraying him.

He wants Minho to know that he's annoying, vain, on his nerves, and etc. Yes. Ect because the list can go on forever.

"I said I wouldn't do anything, doesn't mean I won't look and appreciate what I see." He says getting up from the bed, he's wearing grey sweatpants. They hang loosely around that taut waist.

Jisung avoids the man's eyes. In fact he starts to walk back into the kitchenette with big steps. Minho being close to him triggers a storm of weird unfounded thoughts and feelings in him.

"Why are you running?" Minho chuckles, catching up to Jisung really quickly.

Jisung's steps are soft and resound little to no sound. Minho's quick charged steps resound in loud thuds as he walks.

"Not running" Jisung lies easily, hiding behind the refrigerator door that he has opened.

He pokes his head into the cool lit refrigerator to stare at a whole bunch of nothing.

"Oh yeah? Even the little arch of your back is-

"Stop changing the topic Min. Be serious!" Jisung huffed out frustratedly. Bad decision, because Minho took that as a sign to initiate skinship to calm his counterpart down.

"Min- is that a nickname?" Minho scoffs.

Jisung is too embarrassed to reply. Why did he even call him that?

Familiar hands slipped onto the younger's waist from the back. He was a little bent over as he stuck his head into the refrigerator to hide frown from this clown.

"Shit... your back is arching even more for me-"

"Minho"

The hands massage the dips and dimples in Jisung's lower back softly. But, goodness, does it feel like Minho is everywhere all at once around Jisung. His citrus scent and hot breath.

"Hmm ?" The man coos innocently, as if his hands aren't dangerously close to Jisung's ample bottom.

"We need to stock up. Get f-food" Jisung lets out in a whiny voice. He's fighting a whimper that is hellbent to escape his lips. How pathetic of him. He can't always behave like this.

Yes, Minho is intimidating, dangerous, scarily unpredictable, periodically borderline insane-

The point is, Jisung can and must try to hold his own.

"Food yeah, To feed you? You want to cook for me Ji ?" Minho husks, pulling an idle Jisung closer to him.

Jisung's pliant body fits against Minho's. It's crazy. Jisung can feel the front of Minho's hard chest against his own back. It's warm.

"Yes, I want to cook for you" The smooth purr that comes out of Jisung's mouth suprises Minho who immediately fleets away from the boy. Groaning a little to himself like he got burned or something.

"Okay. Let's go buy some stuff. Put on clothes, can't have the commoners staring at all that."

A/N
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