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Minho takes a deep breath before pushing into his boss’s office. He approaches the man, waiting for his new assignment. He’s only been at this job for two months. But his boss has already grown fond of his abilities. Minho was hired as a bodyguard as a way to pay off his debts. And ended up figuring out he is very good at doing it. 

He turns around when the door opens, seeing a young man around his age also walking in. Minho admittedly thinks he can’t be good at his job. He just looks clumsy. His shoulders are broad but his legs look rather weak. 

“Jisung, this is Minho. He’s going to be your bodyguard for the foreseeable future.” Their boss speaks. 

“I don’t need another bodyguard.” Jisung stares forward but Minho sees him quickly glance over a few times. 

“After what happened last time, you will still have one. Do not fight me.”

“Yes, sir.” 

The man sits up and hands Jisung a folder. Minho can’t help but take a peek at the mission. It isn’t an issue if he sees it. He’ll be on the mission as well. But he still recognizes that it’s rude to read over someone’s shoulder. 

“Minho.” He straightens to attention. “Do you have any questions?” 

“Will my rent be taken care of while I am with him?” Minho asks. “Or should I move my things?” 

“As long as Jisung doesn’t die, you will be living in the same house as him. If he does die, you won’t have to worry about rent. Understood?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Well, you two go learn about each other. I have things to do.” 

The two bow to their boss before making their exit. Once in the hall, Minho turns to Jisung and extends his hand. 

“I hope you’re good at your job.” Minho glares. 

Jisung smirks and crosses his arms. “I’m the best hunter here. If anything, I’ll have to worry about you slowing me down.” 

“Well, I’m the best bodyguard here. So I think we’ll both stay alive.” 

Jisung’s expression instantly shifts into a less serious stare. “Are you hungry?” 

Minho blinks. “Uh, I could eat.” 

“Cool. I’m fucking starving and I hate eating alone.” Jisung grabs his arm and pulls him towards the elevator. 

---

“Why are you working for Chan?” Jisung asks, shoving a bunch of fries in his mouth. 

“Oh..Well, I was kinda forced into it. I have a lot of debt.” Minho lowers his head, poking at his own food. “You?” 

“I was born into it. Chan’s my brother.” He wipes his hands clean and sits back. “My father was killed by a cyborg right after my mom got pregnant with me so she was a bit hesitant to teach me how to hunt. But it turns out, I’m really good at killing those monsters.” 

“Oh.” 

“I can’t stand cyborgs. They’re nothing but heartless killers. I mean, they purposely get their hearts ripped out and replace them with metal. Their souls are missing. They don’t care about killing innocent people.” 

“Yeah..” 

“You okay? Sorry I made things sad.” 

“No..no you’re okay..” Minho clears his throat. “I think I should start packing.” 

“Do you need any help?” 

“I’ll be alright. I’m just gonna get some clothes and small things for now. Do you even have a spot for me to sleep?” 

Jisung smirks and playfully rolls his eyes. “You’ve never seen my home?” 

“Why would I have?” 

“You know that mansion everyone talks about?” 

“That’s yours?” 

“That’s mine.” He smiles. “Give me your phone and I’ll put my address into your GPS.” 

---

Minho sighs as he packs a suitcase with his most worn clothes. He doesn’t want to leave the apartment he’s been working to keep for so long. At least not without paying his debts first. This small place has been his home his entire life. It was just him and his mother so they didn’t need anything else. 

But he needs to do this. Maybe he will be able to return to his home someday. Maybe this will finally be what pays off his debts. He can be free from this hell. 

He is slow with packing his essentials. The longer he does this, the more it sets in that he will be gone. And if he fails at his job, he will be dead. Leaving this apartment to either rot or lose all the memories inside. 

*bzz bzz*

[Jisung]: are you sure you don’t need help? 

[Minho]: im fine..it’s just hard to leave everything behind

[Jisung]: I wont let you lose it
[Jisung]: you can go back whenever you want as long as you don’t tell the boss

[Minho]: thanks..
[Minho}: I should be there before dark 

[Jisung]: drive safe 

Minho slides his phone in his pocket and stares at the suitcase. He needs to just get this over with. If Jisung is being truthful, he will be able to come back here. But he knows the truth. The two will never be home. If Jisung really is their best agent, they will be on constant missions. 

“Fuck it.” He whispers to himself, shoving his phone charger inside before zipping everything shut. “Let’s try not to get murdered again..” 

As he walks to the front door, he pauses at a small table. He looks at a framed photo placed on top, then at the many items surrounding it that belonged to his mother. His hand trembles slightly as he reaches for a tiny wooden box. If he’s going to leave this apartment unattended, he will not leave this behind. 

“I’ll stay safe.” He smiles at the photo. “I promise.” 

---

Minho stares in awe as he pulls up to the mansion. He’s only seen the photos and they don’t even come close to comparing against the real thing. It’s absolutely massive. Minho doesn’t belong here. 

He didn’t expect to see a figure running out to the long driveway. But Jisung is instantly at his car door. 

“Hey.” Jisung smiles. “Need help bringing anything in?” 

“It’s just two suitcases. I can handle it.” Minho gets out. “What, you don’t have staff?” 

“Oh. No. I would feel guilty about making them work while I did nothing.” He leads Minho to the front door, still taking a suitcase. “I used to have a personal chef but..well, he was actually a cyborg who tried to kill me.” 

“O-oh.” They step inside and Minho is even more overwhelmed. It looks bigger on the inside. “So..where am I supposed to go?” 

Jisung walks him down a long hallway, Minho feeling more and more out of place with each step. Even more so when he enters a bedroom fit for a king. There is no way this is simply a spare bedroom.

“If you need anything, let me know. There’s an intercom system and the first button goes directly to my room..the last one goes through the whole house.” 

“I can cook for you..” 

“Hm?” 

“I like to cook for people.”

Jisung smiles but shakes his head. “I appreciate it. But before I let you cook for me, I have to trust that you aren’t going to do anything to me.”

“I’m serious about my job, Jisung.” 

“So am I. We’re getting pizza.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

He tosses one of the suitcases on the bed but turns around when he hears a slight rattle behind him. Jisung is holding the small wooden box that he swears was still in the car. He snatches it out of his hands and holds it close to his chest. 

“I-I’m sorry. This is..important..” Minho attempts to calm his pulse. 

“What is it?” 

“Nothing..” 

“If I’m going to trust you, you need to be truthful with me. What is it, Minho?” 

“Please promise you won’t take it for collateral..” 

Jisung furrows his brows. “I have everything I could ever want.” 

“So?” 

“I’m not interested in theft.” 

Minho still clutches the box but he does calm a bit. “It..it’s my mother’s jewelry. She..was wearing it when..” 

“Oh, Minho..I’m sorry. I feel like a dick now.” 

“You didn’t know.” 

---

Minho picks at his pizza, not really that hungry. He looks up as Jisung nudges him. 

“Yah, you barely ate today.” 

“I’m sorry. I’m just stuck in my head.” Minho sighs. “But I’m alright.” 

“Are you going to be up for the first mission tomorrow?” 

“Mm. I don’t let that kind of thing affect my work.” Minho closes his pizza box. “Is it alright if I take this to my room?” 

“I don’t care.” Jisung shrugs. “Get some rest. We’ll be heading out pretty early.” 

Minho hums before making his way to his room. He still feels out of place but he has a job to do. So he turns the TV on, revealing several security camera feeds from around the house. He watches Jisung sit alone on the couch and feels guilty for leaving him alone. 

But the two are about to be extremely close for who knows how long. 

Though he knows this is part of his job, he feels awkward watching Jisung through a screen. But at the same time, he can’t look away. Jisung stands and stretches, leaving the pizza on the table. Minho sighs. Great, he’s gonna have to pick up after the rich guy. 

He watches Jisung walk through the house, making his way to the kitchen. If he was going there, why couldn’t he have taken his trash? 

Minho’s stomach twists as Jisung pulls out a liquor bottle, not even bothering to get a glass before taking a deep swig. Jisung shivers but goes for a second drink. He practically slams the bottle on the counter and sighs. Minho contemplates turning the TV off when Jisung covers his face. He thinks about going out there to comfort Jisung as soft sobs can be heard through the speakers. 

But almost instantly, Jisung straightens himself and dries his eyes. He puts the liquor bottle up and walks out of the room as if nothing happened. 

Does he know there’s a possibility Minho can see him? He has to know. This is his home, of course he’s aware of the cameras. But he probably doesn’t expect Minho to immediately start watching the cameras. 

It feels wrong. But this is his job. He has to watch Jisung. He needs to do this for his safety. Even if he doesn’t know why he needs to watch him so closely. He will make sure Jisung is safe no matter what. 

He watches Jisung make his way to his bedroom, hoping the man will get a bit of privacy in there. But he notices the feed of a lavish bedroom in the bottom corner of the screen. And Jisung enters the room. He thankfully disappears into what Minho assumes is either a closet or a bathroom. Where Jisung is finally given some sort of privacy. Minho wouldn’t be able to watch otherwise. 

Minho grabs a piece of pizza, eating it slowly while waiting for Jisung to come back out. When Jisung goes to sleep, so will Minho. 

---

Minho walks beside Jisung as they make their way to Jisung’s car. He expected to drive Jisung but the man insisted on doing it himself. 

“It should take around three hours to get there. I’m gonna stop to get gas around halfway there.” Jisung tells him the plan when they get in the car. 

“Okay.” 

“The room has two queen beds so you don’t have to worry about this turning into fanfiction.” Jisung laughs. 

“Damn. That’s too bad.” Minho smirks. 

“Don’t worry, you still get the opportunity to watch me sleep.” 

“So you do know about the cameras..” 

“Yup. Chan made me get them and they were used for my previous bodyguard.” 

Minho nods, fidgeting with his fingers. “Why do you need a bodyguard?” 

“Every cyborg wants me dead.” He stares forward. “My last job was basically botched..my partner was killed because he forgot to turn his radio off and got us caught. I didn’t understand why he was so careless until I saw the wires coming out of him when his head got blasted. I barely made it out alive and it scared Chan. So now I have to be watched.” 

“What happened to your last bodyguard?” 

“He was really bad at his job. Opened the door to a stranger, got a laser to his chest, and once again nearly got me killed.” 

“Ah. I understand why you’re waiting to trust me now.” 

“This job will be quick and easy. Get through it and I’ll give you access to the rest of the cameras.” 

“S-sorry?” 

“N-Nothing. Bad joke.” 

“Ah yes the bad joke excuse to get out of a possible sexual harassment complaint.” 

Jisung’s face blooms red and he swerves a little. “No, I swear I wasn’t trying to do anything. I promise I’m not a creep. I-” 

“Relax.” 

“I’m totally relaxed haha.” 

“If you swerve one more time, I’m going to drive the rest of the way.” 

“That’s not fair!” 

“Is this how easily you get distracted?” Minho smirks. “You’re making me doubt that you’re good at hunting.” 

Minho yelps as Jisung grabs him by the hair and yanks his head into his lap. Jisung’s elbow digs into his temple and before Minho can do anything, there is a laser gun pressed to the top of his head. He closes his eyes and braces for Jisung to pull the trigger. 

But just as quickly as he was put into this hold, he’s let out of it. Jisung pushes him back into his seat and blindly puts the gun away. 

“Is that how easy it is to take you down?” Jisung keeps his eyes straight. “You’re making me doubt that you’re a good bodyguard.” 

“Touche.” Minho clears his throat. “Asshole.” 

“Yeah, I think we’ll get along just fine.” 

---

Minho steps into the hotel room and begins his slow sweep of the area. He’s done this countless times. Look for hidden cameras or microphones. So far he’s never found any weapons or bombs. But he has destroyed plenty of cameras. 

Every inch of the room is checked before Minho even allows Jisung to enter. And now that they are here, Minho will have to check the car every single time they leave. 

He holds his watch to his lips, speaking into the small radio hidden underneath it. “All clear.” 

“Give me a minute. I want some snacks.” 

Does he only think about food? 

Minho grabs his keycard and instantly makes his way out of the room. He knows Jisung is in public but Minho needs to keep an eye on him as much as possible. Even if he’s just buying snacks. 

Minho doesn’t even make it to the elevator before he sees Jisung stepping out. His eyes widen as he sees the figure being dragged behind him. 

“Open the door for me.” Jisung groans. 

Minho does as he says even if it twists his stomach. He watches Jisung toss the man on the floor before pulling his gun from his waistband. There’s no hesitation as he zaps the laser into the man’s skull. And Minho shudders when Jisung meets his eyes. 

“Sorry. Side quest.” Jisung beams proudly. 

“D-did you just kill a random person?” Minho hopes Jisung can’t see him begin to tremble. 

“All cyborgs are dangerous. He won’t be missed.” 

“But..how did you even know..” 

“I saw his eyes glitch.” 

“Oh.” Minho swallows hard, staring at the limp body in front of him. “What do we do with him?” 

“I’ll call Jeongin and he’ll be gone before dinner. Speaking of...I’m starving. I’m gonna order room service. Want anything?” 

“N-no..I’m good.” 

---

Minho can’t look away from Jisung as he shovels food in his mouth as if he didn’t just murder a complete stranger. That man probably had a family. He wasn’t hurting anyone. And Jisung isn’t affected by it one bit. 

He guesses he should expect this. The best cyborg hunter in the business who wants to avenge his family is going to do things like this. Minho just..only expected Jisung to do his missions and go home. That’s what everyone else did when Minho was guarding. 

This is going to be rough. 

“How do you stay so fit if you never eat?” Jisung points. 

“I eat. Just not when people are around.” 

“Are you..struggling with something, hyung?” 

“You don’t have to call me hyung.” 

“Don’t change the subject.” 

“Uh..I just don’t like people watching me eat.” 

“Why are you lying to me?” 

Minho’s heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?” 

Jisung stares for a moment, the silence grating Minho’s ears. “Order food.” 

“I’m really not-” 

“Now.” 

“O-okay.” He takes the menu as Jisung pushes it to him. “What’s my limit?” 

“I’m rich.” Jisung glares. “Get the steak and champagne for all I care. Actually, you’re right..I’ll order that for you now.” 

Minho doesn’t respond as Jisung walks over to the phone. He lowers his head as Jisung makes the call downstairs. 

This is odd again. Every other person Minho guarded set a spending limit for him. He understood. It wasn’t his money after all...especially because the balance goes to his debt later. He is going to be fucked once this mission is over. 

The champagne alone will set him back for another month. 

“What’s wrong?” Jisung frowns. 

“You just added 400,000won to my debt.” Minho refuses to look at him. 

“What?” 

“You just forced me to work this awful job for even longer. Why?” 

Jisung moves over to Minho’s bed. “Why are they treating you like shit?” 

“Because I owe them.” He finally looks up, glaring. “You get everything you want so easily because this company belongs to your family. I have to suffer because my family made a mistake.” 

“Minho..I’m sorry I can’t control your debts with my brother but I promise you when you’re with me, you will not add to your debt in any way.” 

“Mm. Forgive me for not believing you.” 

“You’ll gain my trust. I promise.” 

---

Minho crouches behind Jisung as they sneak up to the large building. Both of them are dressed in all black to hide themselves in the shadows. Minho always found a bit of amusement in how stereotypical this felt. Even if it makes sense. 

He slips out of reality, following Jisung to their next location. They run to a side door, both knowing there are no cameras in this spot. Their case file gave them blueprints of the building but they only have knowledge of outside surveillance. So once they get inside, it will be Minho’s job to scan for security guards and cameras. 

Jisung signals for Minho to open the door. He holds his breath, wrapping his hand around the handle. There’s no movement from inside. There should only be around four people here, that includes the guards. And even if someone was on the other side, they would instantly be taken out. 

Minho still isn’t sure what the point of this is. He never understood why they needed to kill these people. As far as he knows, they aren’t criminals of any kind. If anything, it’s Chan’s company that kidnaps people and forces them to murder. Maybe they are the bad guys and Minho is helping them continue their reign of terror. That isn’t something he should be thinking about now. 

Jisung nudges Minho and he snaps back to attention. The door opens and Minho pushes inside. The room is dark but he can see a camera pointed away from them. He puts his hand up to stop Jisung from running past him. 

There’s another door at the opposite side of the camera but he’s sure they would still be seen in it. He gets out a small USB and sneaks his way to the camera. Jisung stays in his current position, gun in hand. Minho carefully reaches the device, making sure not to move it as he pushes the flash drive inside. And he waits. He let his breath go once the green light stutters before turning off completely. He grabs the flash drive and silently hops down from his position. 

The two advance to the hallway. It’s incredibly quiet. It drives Minho mad. But he knows their next room is right around the corner. 

If they planned this right, both guards should be in the surveillance room. And if they’re lucky, they’ll both be asleep. From their insider report, these guards are known for dozing off on shift. 

Minho disables one more camera before they reach the room they need. Jisung doesn’t even attempt to hide as he pushes the door open. Minho can only watch Jisung press the gun to one of the men’s heads and pull the trigger. 

At least there’s no bloodshed. The laser is quick. But Minho knows it’s painful. Otherwise, the cyborgs wouldn’t writhe and spasm before they finally died. 

Minho jumps forward as the second guard grabs Jisung’s arm. He pulls him back, closing his eyes as Jisung shoots him directly in the forehead. Hopefully he hides his trembling hands when he allows the body to slide gently to the floor. 

“The other two will be one floor up.” Jisung whispers. 

Minho nods and they make their way out of the room. He takes a deep breath before closing the door. By this point, Jisung isn’t minding the cameras. Even if the man he’s after is watching, there’s nothing that can be done except run. But Jisung knows all the man’s moves. He knows his hiding spots. 

The man’s assistant will be spared in this mission. He’s the one who gave away all the man’s secrets. The rat who ordered the execution to begin with. So maybe this man really is a bad person. No one kills thoughtlessly. 

Except maybe Jisung. 

Jisung oozes confidence in a way that terrifies Minho. He takes charge of even small situations, making Minho feel small. Minho’s afraid that one small move will end in his death. And he’s sure Jisung wouldn’t feel any remorse. And Minho has gathered all of this in just a few days. 

The two make their way up the stairs, Minho staying just one step behind Jisung. If anyone were to attack from behind, it would be Minho risking his life. If anyone attacked from the front, Jisung would see them and react accordingly. 

They make it to the last door in the hall, the sign outside indicating the room is for the boss. There is a voice coming from inside that makes Mihno’s stomach twist. Maybe they really are killing bad people. 

“Go. Now.” Minho points and Jisung instantly rushes into the room. 

They see the assistant on the floor, lip busted and the top hem of his shirt ripped. The boss rushes back to his desk, Jisung taking a shot that clips his shoulder. Minho helps the assistant up, running him to the doorway. 

Jisung kicks the desk, moving it to pin the man against the wall. And he wastes no time zapping the laser into his chest. 

And that’s it. 

The whole mission took maybe ten minutes. Jisung really is good at his job. 

Jisung turns to them and pulls in a hard breath. “Take him to his car. Jeongin will be here soon to clean up.” He smiles, putting his gun in its holster. “Good job.” 

---

Minho stares at his reflection. He can’t do this. He needs to find a way out of this. It’s impossible to watch people get murdered nearly every day. Even if they’re bad people. Their faces and limp bodies haunt his dreams every night. They remind him of all the horrible things he saw growing up. They remind him of his mother. 

“Minho?” Jisung’s voice echoes through the door. “Can I pee before you shower?” 

He sighs, opening the door and forcing a smile. “Yeah, good timing. I was just about to start the water.” 

Jisung rushes in. Minho walks back to his bed and flops down. He stares at the laser guns resting on the small table that separates the two beds.  Those weapons have taken so many lives, some Minho knows were innocent. 

They’ve made families cry. They’ve torn households apart. They’ve ruined Minho’s life. 

“All yours.” Jisung steps back into the room. 

“I think I’m gonna actually get one in the morning. I’m way too tired.” Minho twitches. 

“Cool if I hop in instead then?” 

“No problem.” 

Jisung gathers his change of clothes and makes his way back to the bathroom. And once the water turns on, Minho looks back at the guns. 

He could do it. He could end this all right here. No more debt. No more pain. Maybe he could see his mother again. There is very little tying Minho to this world anymore. 

His hand shakes as he reaches for his gun. He is able to fight back his tears, allowing a calm numbness to wash over him. The cold barrel is placed against his temple, his eyes closing in anticipation of the inevitable. His finger wraps around the but he pauses. He doesn’t know why he’s scared. He desperately wants this all to end. 

His hearing turns to static as he slips more and more out of reality. This shouldn’t scare him. This means peace. It means..

“Oh my god, no!” 

His hand is grabbed, the gun ripped from his grasp. When he opens his eyes, Jisung is staring at him. Instead of recognizing that he traumatized the person he should be guarding, Minho’s gaze pans to Jisung’s torso. 

The man doesn’t have a shirt on, exposing tattoos to his chest and side. His waist is slim but his shoulders are broad. And Minho shouldn’t be thinking about it. 

“What are you doing?” Jisung tosses the gun onto his own bed. 

“Why did you come out here?” Minho finally rips his head to the side. 

“I forgot my face wash. Holy shit, Minho. Don’t do that..” 

Minho huffs. “You weren’t supposed to come back out here.” 

“You’re not supposed to kill yourself either.” He runs his fingers through his hair before sitting beside Minho. “What’s..going on?” 

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Jisung. I’m sorry for causing trouble. Next time I’ll-” 

“You’re never leaving my sight again. There won’t be a next time.” 

“I’m a stranger.” 

“And I’m a villain. But you don’t see me trying to do something like that.” 

“What do you do, hm?” He rolls his eyes. “Is murder your therapy?” 

“No. It’s why I go to therapy.” Jisung glares. “I’m setting up an appointment for you as soon as we get back.” 

“Sure.” 

---

Minho must admit, he didn’t expect Jisung to actually keep a close eye on him. He got up to pee last night and the man sprang awake at the lightest creak on the floor. It honestly scares Minho that his senses are that good. Then again, he needs to have that skill if people want him dead. 

This morning, Jisung woke him up so they could eat breakfast. He ordered it to the room so they didn’t get separated. Despite being strangers, Minho is endeared by Jisung’s willingness to care about him. But he knows it won’t last forever. 

Jisung is a kind person but he is still a killer. He is cunning and manipulative. He has to be for this kind of work. Though that may just be a family trait if Chan is anything to go by in comparison. 

“Check out is at 11am so we should start packing.” Jisung says. “Do you want to drive or me?”

“You can drive.” 

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Well, then I’ll drive.” 

“Too bad, brat. I make the rules.” 

Minho furrows his brows, feeling himself naturally pout. “Why am I a brat?”

“Because you are. Now pack.”

“Yes, sir.”

He stands up and walks over to his bed. His clothes are already mostly folded in his bag already but a few items of his are scattered across the room. As he packs, he can’t help but notice his gun is no longer in its spot. Neither is Jisung’s. He can’t really say he’s surprised. But Jisung better give it back if he wants Minho to work.

Minho is glad this was a short mission. But he knows they are planning for a longer one later in the month. It’s going to be awful. The planning alone makes Minho sick. It’s miserable sitting and figuring out how you’re going to murder people. And this mission will definitely have innocent casualties if they mess up a single step in their process. 

But for now, they get to go back to Jisung’s house and pretend to be normal for two weeks. As if being someone’s bodyguard inside their mansion is normal. As if watching their every step is normal. As if thinking about ending it all is the right thing..

Jiaung finishes cleaning up their breakfast and begins packing his own things. Minho does one last sweep of the room to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. He grabs Jisung’s things from the bathroom, handing them over. 

“Thanks.” Jisung smiles. “By the way, you’ll get your gun back later. But you have to promise me you won’t try to hurt yourself again.” 

“I promise.” Minho twitches. “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t have to apologize for that. I just..don’t want you to suffer when you’re with me.” 

“So you want me to suffer when you’re away?” 

“I won’t be away but yes.” He chuckles. “Think of me as your husband..or something.” 

Oh. “Husband, huh?” 

“Sorry. Gay thoughts won again.” 

“They can definitely be strong sometimes.” 

“So, you’re gay too? Did you ever come out to your family?” 

“No..I never really got the chance. I never met my dad and my mom..she died the day I was planning to tell her.” He swallows hard, trying not to think about that day. “You?” 

“Oh, they were the ones to tell me. I denied it for years until I got my first high school crush. He broke my heart but I’m over it now.” He laughs, closing his duffle bag. “It was great. When Chan came out as bi, my mom destroyed him with words.” He snorts. “The first thing she said was that she knew he was bi because he could never make up his mind as a child.” 

“Wow.” Minho laughs. 

“Then any time he’d come home on a Friday night she’d tell him he was attracted to more than one gender but still couldn’t find a partner. It was savage.” 

“She sounds fun.” 

“She is. I just wish I didn’t have to live so far from her for her safety..” His face falls. “I’m gonna be taking a vacation soon and I really hope I can see her..” 

“I hope you can too.” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make this sappy.” He twitches. “Don’t worry, she jabbed at me too. Said I decided to chase men instead and still sucked.” 

Minho laughs harder this time. “Amazing.” 

“Do you think she would have accepted you?” 

“Yeah...She supported me in everything. Even when I pursued dance instead of studying science. Honestly, she probably knew. I let it slip once that I had a crush on someone but forgot I went to an all-boys school. So there’s that.” 

“Good job.” Jisung chuckles. “It sounds like she was a great mom.” 

“She..really was..” 

---

The car ride is quiet. Minho wants to take a nap but he knows he can’t. He needs to watch over Jisung as much as possible. Even if the possibility of something going wrong is pretty low. As long as Minho is with Jisung, he is working. He still isn’t sure how he’s going to sleep normally while being in a different room from him. 

Jisung offered Minho to play his music but he’s fine with the silence. He’d rather take this time to think. Because once they get home, they’ll begin planning their next mission. It always exhausts Minho. He will never get used to this job. 

And it seems Chan found a way to keep him locked in this hell for eternity. 

Minho remembers the day Chan knocked on his door. It will haunt him forever. He knew it was coming. He was the one who fell behind on his loans. He just didn’t expect to be ambushed and blindfolded, shoved in the back of a van. 

It felt like a bad dream. He thought things like that only happened in movies. He really thought that was the day his life ended forever. 

And that day, Minho vowed to get his revenge on the man who destroyed his life. 

Minho furrows his brows when Jisung turns onto a different road than their route home. He looks around, confused, even more so when Jisung pulls into a cemetery. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, stomach twisting. 

“Sorry, I should have told you..” Jisung parks. “It’s my father’s birthday and I wanted to visit his grave.” 

Minho double checks where they really are, pulse spiking at the cemetery gate. “This..is where my mom’s buried.” 

“Oh. If you want to visit, we can..I mean, if you want.” 

“Can I? I-I’ll be quick..” 

“Take as much time as you need. We have until sundown.” 

Minho gets out of the car and stumbles toward the path. He hasn’t been able to visit since he started this job. It crushed him to miss every birthday. But hopefully her spirit sees him working to fix his life. Hopefully her spirit is happy..

He swallows hard as he steps onto the grass. His legs tremble as he approaches a concrete headstone. It’s cracking already but Minho couldn’t afford anything better. A marble headstone is what she deserves. It’s what Minho decided to get a loan for in the first place. And it kills him to know he’ll never be able to give that to her. 

Minho turns as he hears a sniffle. He thought Jisung was going to his father’s grave. And when he fully faces Jisung, the boy is kneeling next to the lavish headstone that Minho was always jealous of. 

“Wait..” Minho clears the lump in his throat. “This..is your father’s grave?” 

“Yeah..” Jisung twitches. “Is this an example of kismet?” 

“Uh..I dropped out of high school. I don’t know.” 

Even given the circumstances, Jisung chuckles. “It means fate..” 

“Oh. Then I guess so..” 

Fate. 

Minho and Jisung would have met at the cemetery if they hadn’t worked at the same company. Fate is a fucking bitch either way. 

---

Minho stares at the wall as he waits for his broth to boil. He offered to make seaweed soup in honor of Jisung’s father. Jisung loved the idea and it gives Minho an excuse to do what he loves. Cooking a meal for someone will be a nice distraction. Even if he’s still stuck in his mind, he knows he’ll need to focus soon enough. 

Jisung walks into the room, hair damp from the shower he took. Minho greets him, secretly hoping he’ll stay and keep him company. He’s heard others say they can’t cook with someone in the kitchen with them but Minho prefers it. Growing up, he’d always sit on the counter when his mom cooked. And when she was sick, she’d still always sit at the table to watch Minho make meals. 

It brings him comfort. It reminds him of the calmest times of his life. A feeling he’s desperate to feel once more. 

“Hyung, did you hear me?” 

Minho blinks and snaps his head over to Jisung. “Hm?” 

“Do you want any help?” 

“Oh. Uh, I’m okay. But..could you stay in here and talk with me?” 

Jisung gives a soft smile before hopping up on the counter beside him. “What do you want to talk about?” 

“I don’t know.” He grabs the bag of rice. 

“Have you ever fucked any of your clients?” 

The rice bag fumbles from Minho’s hand, sending small grains across the counter. Minho scrambles to sweep it all in a pile but his stammering makes him sweep one large handful to the floor. His cheeks bloom red but he continues his pathetic attempt to clean up. 

“Is that a yes?” 

“N-no.” 

“Were they not your type or did you use work as a cop-out?” 

“The..latter.” 

“Damn. That’s a shame.” 

“Jisung.” 

“What?” Jisung kicks off the counter to finally help Minho pick the mess up. “Sorry you’re hot or whatever.” 

“I’d be slaughtered the instant the boss learns I slept with someone while working.” 

“Ugh, Chan ruins everything.” 

“Yeah..you can say that again..” 

---

Minho tries his best not to fall asleep as Jisung goes over the blueprints of the building they’ll soon raid. This mission isn’t for another few weeks so Minho really doesn’t want to do this now. They have time. Can’t they just pretend to be normal for a few days first? 

“So, the basement has a blind spot in the cameras, which means that’s our best bet for a quiet entrance. We can...hyung?” 

“Huh? Yes. I’m totally listening.” Minho pulls in a deep breath. “I’m awake.” 

“It’s late. Why don’t we go to bed?” 

“Mm.” He closes his eyes, head falling back into the couch. 

“Come on, hyung.” Jissung gets up and grabs Minho’s arm, but Minho just offers an annoyed groan. “Bed. Now.” 

“Yes, sir..” 

Minho doesn’t want to move. He shouldn’t be this tired. If he sleeps too hard, he may miss Jisung in a troubling situation. He needs to snap out of it. Even if getting such horrible sleep for years is the reason he’s crashing so hard. 

“Minho. Get up.” 

He opens his eyes, seeing Jisung looming over him. A shiver runs down his spine at the serious glare burning into him. 

“Sorry. Yeah. I’m going.” 

He pushes to his feet but stumbles into Jisung’s chest. An arm wraps around his own and he’s gently stepped out of the room. This reminds him of all the times his mother helped him to bed when he was too tired from studying. It’s calm. 

And Jisung has no idea this is exactly what he craves. 

He makes it to the bedroom but he’s hit with the realization that he’s going to be alone again. As much as the mission was brutal, it was comforting to know someone was sleeping in the same room as him. 

His body is flopped on the bed and he’s thankful he already changed into his pajamas. He looks up to Jisung, unable to let him go just yet. 

“Hyung?” 

“Can you stay with me for a bit?” Minho practically whispers. “I don’t want to be alone yet.” 

Jisung gives a soft smirk. “So now I’m watching you, huh?” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry..” 

“No.” He sits on the bed. “Lay down. I’ll be here.” 

“Thank you..” 

“Anytime.” 

Chapter Text

Minho is woken up by someone grabbing his arm. He flinches as a flat palm slams against his cheek before he can even focus his eyes. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

He is finally able to see the figure in front of him and fear runs through his veins. “What?” 

“Why are you sleeping with my brother?” 

He turns to see Jisung sitting on the edge of the bed, fear painted across his face. “It’s..not like that.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“Chan, please. I swear nothing happened.” Jisung whimpers. 

Minho gasps as Chan rips him off the bed and drags him to the door. Jisung rushes after but Chan pushes him away as he attempts to stop him. He continues to pull Minho out to the living room, tossing him flat on his back. 

The air is cut from Minho’s throat as hands wrap around his neck. Jisung’s screams for Chan to stop fade into static. Minho digs his nails into Chan’s arms but it barely does anything to the man. The only thing that gets him to stop is Jisung tackling him to the side. 

Minho coughs, scrambling back. 

“Stop!” Jisung yells, smacking at Chan’s body. “We didn’t fucking do anything! I was being nice because he was sad and I fucking fell asleep.” 

“You really think I believe you?” Chan shoves him off. He gets up and grabs Minho once again. “You seriously used sadness as an excuse to get my brother in bed with you?” 

“N-no.” He flinches back hard as Chan rears back. 

But no hit comes. That doesn’t mean Chan is done with him, unfortunately. 

“I want you in my office in ten minutes.” Chan twitches. 

“Chan..please..” 

“Jisung, shut up. Minho, you better leave now. Each minute you’re late will make things much worse for you.” 

---

Minho stumbles into the house, head pounding. He barely makes it to the couch before collapsing. Footsteps thud through the halls until Jisung finally rounds the corner. 

A harsh gasp comes from the man when he sees the state of Minho. He rushes over, afraid to touch Minho. There’s a large forming bruise against Minho’s cheek and a split to his lip which has smeared blood against his chin. 

“Come on..let’s get you cleaned up..” Jisung pulls him to his feet but when his hand touches Minho’s back, he yells out in pain and falls back into the cushions. “Okay..uh hold on. I’ll be right back.” 

Minho closes his eyes as Jisung runs out of the room. He doesn’t need to be helped. It was his mistake. He shouldn’t have asked Jisung to stay with him last night. Even if he expected him to leave, it is still Minho’s fault. Even if they didn’t do anything, Minho deserved the beating. 

He looks up when Jisung comes back with a damp hand towel and a first aid kit. Jisung sits beside him. Minho winces as the towel is pressed to his lip. A soft apology escapes Jisung. 

“I don’t understand why he does things like this..” Jisung sighs. 

“I messed up.” Minho flinches. 

“No you didn’t.” 

“Jisung, I shouldn’t have asked you to stay with me. It was inappropriate. I need to be the one protecting you.” 

“Is that what Chan said?” 

Minho stands up and carefully peels his shirt off to reveal deep red welts across his back. “He didn’t have to say anything.” 

“This isn’t the first time this has happened..is it?” 

“I’m sorry.” He groans as Jisung lightly touches his shoulder. “I lied to you.” 

“About what?” 

“I slept with my last client.” His body trembles, forcing him to sit back down. “Chan killed him as soon as he found out. I still don’t know how I got out with only a few broken bones.” 

That moment still haunts him. When Minho woke up this morning, he was certain this was his last day. He was certain Chan was going to kill his own brother. Minho has never been able to enter the boss’s office without seeing his partner’s body lying on the floor. 

“I’m so sorry..” Jisung’s voice cracks. 

“Don’t pity me. Please.” 

---

Minho jumps to his feet as the front door opens, seeing Chan stepping into the house. But his husband is trailing behind. Which means Chan won’t attack anyone. He’s never violent around Jeongin. Though, Minho isn’t sure why since Jeongin still works for the extremely violent company. 

Jeongin pushes Chan over to the center of the living room, Chan looking like a sad puppy instead of the menacing beast he often is. Jisung enters behind them, his arms crossed and eyes glaring into Chan. 

“What do you have to say about what you did because you didn’t believe us?” Jisung’s voice is strict. 

“-m sorr...” Chan whispers but Jeongin bumps his shoulder. He huffs and makes his voice louder. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.” 

“You beat Minho bloody. He needs more than a pathetic apology. Do you realize he needs to stay strong in order to do his job? Do you realize how much he is already suffering because of you?” 

“That isn’t my fault. He didn’t pay his debts.” 

“So? You were hired by Seo Financial to put him to work. Not to fucking abuse him.” Jisung shoves him in the chest. 

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to admit that I’m a bad person? I already know that.” Chan bites back. “You all know that.” 

Minho stays quiet. He isn’t going to test Chan. But he is certain he’s a bad person. 

“At this point, the damage is done.” Chan continues. “I take my anger out on the wrong people but even then I still treat Minho better than if the loan sharks had him.” 

“Chan, don’t try to justify anything. If I had known you’d turn into this, I wouldn’t have let you take this position.” Jisung replies. 

“Mom’s the one who made me boss.” 

“I’m telling her you’re being a dick.” 

“No…” Chan whines. “Please don’t..” 

“Straighten the fuck up then.” 

Minho and Jeongin share a glance, Jeongin sighing loudly. 

“They’re always like this.” 

---

Jisung pulls out their food from a bag, placing it around the coffee table. Minho knows there is a dining table but it seems like it’s rarely, if ever, used. Though, Minho shouldn’t complain. He hates sitting at dining tables. 

He can’t help but feel anxious as Jisung pulls out two cans of beer, setting one in front of Minho. Minho doesn’t exactly want to drink but maybe he’ll change his mind once they start eating. He doesn’t understand why it bothers Jisung that Minho prefers to eat in private. It doesn’t hurt anyone. 

If anything, all this does is frustrate Jisung because Minho eats less. 

Jisung reaches for his drink. “Sorry about earlier.” 

“Which part?” Minho pokes at his bowl. 

“Chan..” He sighs. “He sometimes forgets who he is when it comes to the company...and sometimes I have to remind him he isn’t really the one in charge.” 

“Maybe you should just tell your mom that he’s abusing his power.” 

“Oh, I did.” Jisung smiles. “She will be here tomorrow to beat some ass.” 

“You should go hang out with her.”

“You do know you’d have to be with me too, right?” 

Minho opens his drink and takes his first sip. “Almost like I’m your bodyguard.” 

“Don’t get smart with me, smartass.” 

“You really have a way with words.” 

---

Minho steps into Jisung’s personal gym and is a bit in awe at the expensive equipment. Of course Jisung has the best. If he’s going to be stuck here, he might as well stay fit. Plus, he can take his anger out on the punching bag. Maybe he can tape a picture of Chan to it. 

Jisung enters just as Minho walks over to the treadmill. Minho sees him stagger slightly but he makes it to the weight rack. Neither of them speak as they begin their workout, both keeping headphones in. 

Exercising helps Minho relax a bit. Though he admits, he did not want to exercise with alcohol in his system. He isn’t drunk. He’d need more than one beer to feel anything. But the movement doesn’t exactly make his stomach happy. 

Minho decides to cut his workout short tonight. He just wants to sleep. Tomorrow will most likely be exhausting. So he hopes he can just go to his room without Jisung stopping him to flirt or something. Minho doesn’t mind it. He just doesn’t have the energy to deal with it. 

Jisung simply waves him off, wishing him a good night as he leaves the gym. He doubts Jisung will work out much longer, having had a few more beers during dinner. Minho doesn’t know how Jisung didn’t get sick. 

He makes it to his room and throws his phone on the bed before flopping after it. He turns the TV on. Jisung is still in the gym but he’s cleaning the equipment now. It really doesn’t seem the drinks impaired Jisung at all. That’s..good..Jisung can handle a lot. A good hunter needs to stay strong in every sense. 

Minho still isn’t fully used to the surveillance. He doesn’t like that someone could also have access to him as well. Maybe that’s how Chan figured out that Jisung was in bed with him. 

He watches Jisung climb up the stairs to his bedroom. Jisung did extend the amount of cameras Minho has access to but Minho hasn’t looked at them. He doesn’t want to see Jisung’s closet or peek into his bathroom. Though, they are hiding spots for enemies..

Minho’s heart skips a beat as Jisung sheds his shirt, tossing it in a basket across his room. Jisung stretches and rolls onto his bed. His hand slowly reaches to his waistband. Minho should look away but his eyes are glued to the screen as Jisung’s hand slides under the fabric. 

He stares up at the camera for a moment, letting Minho know he can see him watching. Oh god, what if Jisung can see into Minho’s room? 

Jisung closes his eyes, head falling back into the pillow. Minho knows this isn’t right. His eyes are stuck on Jisung’s hidden hand, finding himself wishing there wasn’t a barrier between them. He shakes his head. This is wrong. Right? Jisung knows he’s watching but that doesn’t mean he should be. 

But he doesn’t look away. He doesn’t turn the TV off. Instead, he clicks on the screen to make it bigger. 

Minho nearly jolts from his skin as Jisung begins to talk through the camera. Telling Minho to keep watching him. Commanding him to touch himself. Who is he to deny him? Minho isn’t sure he’s even allowed to deny Jisung. 

He swallows hard before lying on his back. He is still glued to the screen. Jisung has clearly started already which means Minho needs to catch up with him. 

His hand slides beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, admittedly a bit sensitive from not touching himself in far too long. He stares at Jisung, listens to the noises of pleasure coming through the speakers. Jisung continues to guide Minho, despite not knowing if he’s truly watching. If Minho wasn’t watching, that would mean Jisung is simply fantasizing about Minho. Which pushes Minho closer to the edge. 

He works his wrist, toes curling at the thought of the man in charge of him continuing to control him. They’ve shamelessly flirted a few times but Minho wasn’t prepared for this jump. He will not be complaining about it though. 

Pressure continues to build in his body. He takes deep breaths to keep himself from an orgasm, hoping Jisung will give him permission soon. Thankfully, Jisung’s body shakes and through his own release, tells Minho to do the same. 

He curses as he paints his fist, blinking the star forming in his vision. Did that just happen? Surely this is just a strange dream. Minho will wake up later and forget this happened. He knows it’s real. He can feel it far too well. 

He hopes this happens again.

---

“Good morning!” Jisung smiles as Minho stumbles out of his bedroom. 

“Morning..” Minho groans. “Why are you so happy?” 

“Minho, meet my mom!” He gestures to a woman who sits on the couch. “Mom, this is my bodyguard, Minho.” 

Minho instantly straightens himself before bowing to her. “Hello, ma’am.” 

“Did you sleep well, sweetheart?” The woman smiles in the exact same way as Jisung. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Jisung walks over and hands Minho a cup of much needed coffee. He thanks him, setting it on the coffee table to give it time to cool. 

“I heard my son has been an asshole lately.” She sighs. 

“You’ll need to be more specific.” Minho replies far too casually, expecting the woman to reprimand him. 

“Hey! When have I been an asshole to you?” Jisung smacks him. 

“Few times.” 

“Anyway.” Jisung’s mother clears her throat. “Chan’s an asshole sometimes but he’s easy to straighten up. If he doesn’t kiss your ass after I’m done talking to him, you better call me.” She stands. “Understood?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Minho bows once more. 

“Good. Drink your coffee. You look like death.” With that she makes her exit. 

Minho watches her leave before slowly turning back to Jisung. “I think I’m afraid of her.” 

---

Minho is a bit surprised Jisung hasn’t mentioned what happened last night. He certainly isn’t going to bring it up. Who knows, Jisung might not have actually been talking to Minho..he could have just been fantasizing about someone else and Minho misheard him. He isn’t going to embarrass himself. 

Jisung is cleaning up the living room, Minho assuming his mother said something about the clutter. Minho attempted to help but Jisung said he didn’t want it. He prefers Minho sit and relax. And once again, who is Minho to deny what the man in charge of him says?

“Minho.” He instantly snaps to attention as Jisung says his name. “Can you get me beer?” 

“You sound like a 50 year old father.” Minho stands. 

“No, I’m an alcoholic. Get it right.” 

Minho stops in his tracks and slowly turns to Jisung. “Are..you?” 

“You’ll know about all my secrets so I might as well tell you. Yes. I am. But if you tell anyone, I will make your life hell.” 

“Noted..” He clears his throat. “So..” 

“Yeah, I’m still gonna need that beer.” 

“Got it..” 

He definitely doesn’t like this but he doesn’t have the energy to fight Jisung about this right now. He isn’t really sure he’s close enough to the man to form some sort of intervention. And he does not want to test Jisung on how he’d make his life a living hell for telling someone about the issue. But he will watch him more closely now that it’s a confirmed problem. 

Jisung thanks Minho as he’s handed the beer. He flops on the couch, Minho joining awkwardly beside him. 

“Oh, don’t forget that you need to get access to the private cameras now.” Jisung says, sipping at the can. 

“W-what?” Minho blinks. 

“For doing well on that first job. I trust you a bit more now so you’re officially allowed to see the fun angles.” 

“Ah..yes. Right.” He clears his throat. “I thought you gave me access to them.” 

“Those weren’t what I meant.” 

“Oh.”

“Did you enjoy the show last night?” 

Minho’s heart shoots to his throat. “I-I um. I..” 

“Good. That won’t be rare.” 

“Alright.” He thinks he’s going to pass out. 

“Unless you didn’t like it. In that case oh my god please never mention it again.” 

“No..it..it’s alright.” 

Jisung smirks and sits back. “Good. I’d like to keep you around a lot longer.” 

---

Minho and Jisung sit on the couch, neither really paying attention to the TV. As far as Minho knows, Jisung has already had two beers and is currently sipping at some sort of whiskey drink. It admittedly scares Minho a bit that Jisung isn’t showing signs of impairment. It makes him wonder how long this has been going on for. 

The two look up as the front door opens. Minho holds his breath, seeing Chan walk over. Chan sighs and Minho doesn’t miss him glancing at the glass in Jisung’s hand. 

“Minho. Your pay is going to be increased by fifty percent, effective immediately.” Chan begins. “You now have full access to the tech room as well. I’m sorry I wasn’t treating you properly.” 

“I understand your anger. I just wish it wasn’t taken out on me. I’m not your enemy.” Minho replies. 

“I know and I know more money isn’t enough to make up for that. But I don’t know what else there is to give you.” 

“I just want to relax for once.” 

“That isn’t something I can promise for your position.” 

“Give him a vacation, Chan.” Jisung inserts himself into the conversation. “Let him go home until the mission and you can watch over me in the meantime. It’ll give you something to do other than going on power trips.” 

“I..okay..” Chan agrees. “Minho, you can visit home until the mission. But let it be known that if you don’t return, we have people all over the world who will find you and bring you back to us.” 

“Yes, sir. I understand. Thank you.” Minho bows. 

Chan sighs and looks around the room. “Minho, I need you to go to your room for a moment.” 

Minho nods and makes his way out of the living room. He tries not to eavesdrop as Chan begins to talk to Jisung. All he can hear before he gets to his room is something about Jisung’s drink. Maybe Jisung thinks he’s keeping his addiction a secret. But that’s a bit difficult when multiple people have access to his security cameras. 

Minho grabs his duffle bag. He admittedly doesn’t want to pack. He only just took everything out two weeks ago. It already makes him nervous to leave Jisung alone. Sure, he wants a break from this. But he knows he’ll realistically spend the entire time away worrying about his client. 

He jumps and he hears muffled yelling, reaching over for the TV remote. This is rude but he needs to make sure nothing goes wrong. He keeps the volume down but jolts as he sees Chan strike his palm against Jisung’s head. Jisung screams but Chan dumps the drink all over him. They lunge at each other, Jisung landing several hits to his brother. 

Just before Minho decides to break the fight up, he sees a woman walking up to the front door. Oh god. Minho is absolutely not going to go out there now. 

He can’t look away as their mother pushes through the front door. The brothers don’t notice her at first. In fact, Chan must think it’s Minho because he blindly snaps at the figure for not following his order. But Jisung scrambles to his feet when he turns to see the figure. 

Minho bumps the volume up a bit. 

“What the hell are you doing?” She grabs Jisung by the collar and drags him away from Chan. 

Chan gets to his feet. “You need to talk to Jisung about what he’s hiding again.” 

“Where is your bodyguard?” She looks at Jisung. 

“Chan sent him to his room so he could punch me.” 

Minho watches her take a deep breath and he wonders how she’s been able to deal with two annoying sons. The woman points to the couch and commands them to sit. They don’t hesitate to follow her order. 

“Alright, dumbasses. Speak.” 

“He just came in-” “He was drinki-” 

“One at a time!” 

Minho can’t look away. He wishes he had popcorn. Usually he avoids drama like the plague but something about this family truly intrigues him. 

“Chan. Speak.” 

“He’s been trying to hide his drinking again.” Chan points to the now empty glass. “Plus, he tried to hide an empty beer in the bushes in front of the office.” 

“It’s not even a problem. I’m young, I drink to have fun still.” Jisung attempts to defend himself. 

“Do you think people in their twenties can’t have addictions?” 

“I don’t know. You’re addicted to being an asshole.” He flinches as Chan smacks his arm. 

“Boys...I can’t even call you fuckers men because you definitely don’t act like it.” 

“We..do..Just..not with each other.” Jisung pouts. 

“You piss me off so much. Are you two just not getting laid or something?” She asks and Minho chokes on his spit attempting not to laugh too loudly from his room. 

“To be fair, I’m working on getting laid.” Jisung points. 

Their mother turns to Chan. “So, is Jeongin not putting out?” 

“Mom..” Chan whines. “My sex life is fine.”

“Then go the fuck home.” She crosses her arms as Chan doesn’t move. “Now.” 

Chan doesn’t fight her, getting up and leaving the house without another word. Minho scrambles for the TV remote as the woman makes her way towards his bedroom. The TV is turned off just in time for her to push the door open. 

“Minho. Come out to the living room, please.” She gestures for him to follow. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Minho hops off the bed and rushes from the room. 

He walks over to Jisung and the woman stands in front of them with her arms crossed. 

“You two are going to go on a trip. Minho, you will keep a close eye on Jisung the entire time. If he has a single drop of alcohol, you will both be given the worst jobs and pay until I say so. Got it?” 

“I just told him he could go on vacation..” Jisung says. 

“This is a vacation. You two will be at a hotel, doing almost whatever you want. Get packed. It’ll be booked by the time you’re done.” 

---

Minho and Jisung walk into the hotel room.  They awkwardly set their suitcases on their beds, Minho trying his best not to be upset that he doesn’t get to go back home. But at least they don’t have a mission. 

“So..wanna go to the pool?” Jisung asks, pulling his swim trunks out. 

“Oh, I can’t swim. But I can watch you while you swim.” Minho clears his throat. 

“Maybe later, then.” He sets the shorts down and begins tapping his hands against his thigh. “So are you really gonna force me not to drink?” 

“Depends.” 

“On…?” 

“How bad it is.” He sits on the bed. “Just let me know if you’re going to pass out. I’ll be checking your stats every once in awhile.” 

Jisung lowers his head and begins fidgeting with his fingers. “Have you done this before?” 

“Yeah and I was really hoping I’d never go through that again.” 

“Who?”

Minho glares. “My mom was murdered in front of me when I was 16. Obviously, I didn’t cope well.”

“In...front of you?” 

“Mm. If you’re looking for my lore dump, we had a break in. But I’ll save you the trouble of feeling bad about it because you’d hate her for needing cybernetics years before it happened.” 

Jisung furrows his brows. “What? Why would she do that to herself?” 

“Really?” He twitches. 

“You know why I don’t like cyborgs.” 

“But you never thought that maybe some people need to fix themselves for real reasons? I don’t know, let’s think. Cancer, car accidents, work injuries, war...I could go on for a while.” 

“Sure, I get WHY people do it. But they change after. They aren’t human anymore. Every single cyborg I’ve met turned into lying criminals.” 

“Well, my mother wasn’t one.”

Jisung stares in silence and Minho swears his can can see his face pale. At first he assumes he’s just feeling sick from not having a drink but he knows Jisung has had alcohol today. But Jisung’s breathing picks up and he covers his mouth. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Minho.” Jisung’s hand trembles, his voice barely a whisper. “Who...killed her?”

“I think you know already.” 

---

Minho and Jisung throw shots back, neither of them caring about anything. The only way Jisung’s mother would know they drank is if Minho tells her. He already went through the room, their things, and the car for spy gear. They have complete privacy for once. 

Minho bought the alcohol with his secret debit card. Of course, now Jisung knows Minho has hidden money. But it seems he cares more about getting what he wants. Minho feels a pang of guilt as his mind slips for a moment. He could get Jisung extremely drunk and take him out. Suffocate him and make it look like an accident. Then Minho could run. He isn’t afraid of Chan’s threats. If he’s found, he’ll allow them to kill him. 

But he shakes the thought out of his mind. No. That isn’t how he wants to get revenge on this family. 

“Minho?” Jisung slurs, getting up and crawling onto Mihno’s bed. 

“Hm?” Minho takes a shot. 

“You know..I really like you. Right?” 

“I never would have guessed.” 

Jisung reaches up to Minho’s cheek. Minho closes his eyes as he leans closer, expecting a kiss but feels something thud against his chest. When he looks down, Jisung is slumped in his lap. 

“Alright..it’s time to sleep.” Minho pushes him up. 

“I’m fine..” Jisung rolls over and flops his head on the pillow. 

Minho sighs and gets up. He begins cleaning the evidence of drinking. They didn’t finish everything but he just stuffs the unopened bottles into his suitcase. When he looks over at Jisung, he’s practically drooling on himself. Minho continues to clean up, just in case Jisung’s mother tries to sneak in somehow to check on them. 

From that thought alone, Minho makes sure every lock is set on the door. He quietly grabs his belt from his things and sets it across the door handle. He usually has a tool to make sure no one can get the door open but he forgot it in his rush to get the fuck out of the house. 

He makes his way back to the main area and sighs. Should he get back into his bed with Jisung or should he take Jisung’s? He supposes neither bed belongs to anyone. He just...fears what could happen if he shared a bed with him again. But he can’t deny that he wants to sleep next to Jisung. He really doesn’t understand this pull toward his client. Especially because he really should hate him. But there’s something that really charms him. 

He turns the light off and pulls the blanket to the side, crawling underneath. An arm instantly curls around his waist and pulls him back. 

“You’re so cold.” Jisung mumbles against his shoulder. 

“I always am.” Minho stares forward. 

“I’ll warm you up.” 

“Good luck.” 

---

Minho is relieved as he opens his eyes. No one is hovering over him. No one is yelling at him. It’s just him and Jisung, who is still sleeping soundly beside him. And it...feels nice. It’s calm, despite knowing Jisung is about to be hungover. 

He should get breakfast for them. Jisung would like that. Even if Minho will be using Jisung’s card for sure. Minho may have some money but he doesn’t have delivery money. 

Jisung whines awake as Minho sits up. “God, my head hurts.” 

“Shocking.” 

“Shut up.” He pushes up. “I need coffee.” 

“It’s on the way.” 

“Ugh, I love you.” He flops back into the pillow. 

Minho twitches. “Don’t say that.” 

He knows Jisung didn’t say it seriously. But he doesn’t want Jisung to love him. It would just cause trouble with their work. It would distract them. Too many things could go wrong if Minho allowed Jisung to love him. What happens if they break up? Would Chan kill Minho? Or would he let him take on a new client? 

He doesn’t want to find out. 

Jisung gets out of bed, dragging his feet to the bathroom. Minho can hear him start the shower and gets up as well. He grabs the bag from his suitcase. It admittedly hurts to know he’s about to dump out all of the alcohol they didn’t drink. But he isn’t going to risk having it in the room any longer. Not only for Jisung but for him as well. Last night was the most alcohol he’s had in five years and he isn’t going to reset his progress so easily. 

He walks into the kitchenette and dumps the drinks one by one. It hurts his heart a little, not wanting to waste so much. But it’s for the better. For both of them…

He doesn’t dump the last bottle of soju. 

And it’s hidden back in his bag before Jisung even stops his shower. 

By the time Jisung gets out, their food and coffee are here. Minho has it set up on the small table, struggling to eat without Jisung. But thankfully, Jisung doesn’t hesitate to flop down across from him and grab his fork. 

Minho’s mind slips once again. He bets it would be easy to poison Jisung. He doesn’t question the quality of any food that is delivered. 

No. Stop. 

“Thank you.” Jisung smiles and Minho feels a flip in his chest. 

“You’re welcome. You paid for it.” 

“I figured. But you still did something nice.” 

“I’m not going to let you drink again.” 

“And I’m not trying to butter you up to feed my vices.” Jisung frowns. 

They finish eating in silence. Minho tries his best not to think about the hidden bottle of soju. He’s stronger than that. He isn’t going to let past demons win over one night of drinking. 

Thankfully, Jisung suggests going out to get some sun to pass the time. It will be nice. They really don’t leave the house. They don’t even go grocery shopping. It drives Minho mad. So he’s looking forward to getting some fresh air. 

They get dressed for the day, Minho noticing that Jisung is leaving his gun as he puts his shoes on. Should he leave his own gun? That feels wrong. He’s a bodyguard. He needs to protect even on days they’re supposed to act normal. As if someone who kills cyborgs for a living is normal. 

Minho understands why Jisung wants to get revenge. But he still will never understand why Jisung would attack random people for just being a cyborg. Minho doesn’t understand why Jisung and his family aren’t in prison by now. Cyborgs still have rights, they are still human. Well, most of them are. The majority of people who got cybernetics did so out of necessity. Some did it for vanity. And there’s nothing wrong with that. 

His own mother needed them to save her life. She wouldn’t have lived as long as she did if it weren't for the advances in technology. The only reason her life was cut short was because of Jisung’s family deciding she was evil. They didn’t give her a chance. Chan knocked down Minho’s door, saw her cybernetics and shot. 

Their whole family is cruel. Creating a relationship with loan sharks to make people suffer as much as possible. In the snooping Minho has done while working under the company, Seo Financial pays the hunters more for each cyborg that they kill. Then they force any loved ones to take on their debt to keep the cycle going. 

That’s how Minho got pulled into this. They allowed him to take another loan out without telling him he carried his mother’s debt. It put him into a deep hole. 

Minho had never touched a gun before he got to the company. Now, he almost feels naked without one. His first assignment was rough. His client hated guns and never let Minho carry his. Obviously, that ended with the man dying on his mission. Ever since then, Minho doesn’t go anywhere without his gun. 

So despite Jisung opting to not bring his gun, Minho still puts his own in his holster. 

“We’re just walking around the park.” Jisung frowns. 

“Yeah and you have plenty of enemies.” Minho puts his shoes on. “I still have a job to do.” 

“Can I fire you for the day so we can just hang out as friends?” 

“You had the ability to fire me this entire time?” 

“Nope. I was hoping you wouldn’t question it.” 

“Damn it.” He grabs his sunglasses and the two make their way out of the hotel. 

---

The two sit on a patch of grass, staring out at the river. Minho enjoys the fresh air but the heat is starting to get to him. The sun is beating down on them but Jisung refuses to move to the shade. Minho feels dizzy. He needs to cool down. Now. 

“Jisung.” Minho grabs his arm. “Please go get some ice.” 

“Are you overheating?” Jisung widens his eyes and Minho’s stomach twists. 

“I’m going to pass out. Please.” 

“Shit. Okay. Can you make it to the shade?” He hops up, dragging Minho out of the sun before he can give an answer. “Sit.” 

“Don’t have a choice.” Minho twitches. “Ice..please.” 

“Right.” 

Jisung runs to the store they saw around the corner. Minho lies against the tree, staring at the sky. He hates how sensitive to heat he is. This has only happened once before at this job. He felt guilty that his client had a panic attack over it but he was able to cool down before he got too sick. 

He worries that he’s going to pass out before Jisung comes back. If the store isn’t busy, Jisung shouldn’t take more than five minutes. But Minho wants to puke. He needs to go inside. Once he gets the ice, he’ll be able to get to the car. Sit in the AC. 

A wave of relief washes over Minho as Jisung rushes back over. He has a cup of ice in one hand and a giant water in the other. Minho feels a bit embarrassed for overheating so easily but he’s grateful Jisung was quick to action. 

It’s odd. Jisung is heartless when it comes to his job. He will kill complete strangers but he will take care of Minho without hesitation. But maybe he’s doing it to seem nicer. It’s all an act. 

But when Minho meets his eyes, he only sees genuine concern. 

“Christ. Thank you.” Minho groans. “Sorry. “

“Hey, no. You’re okay. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

“I didn’t want to look weak. It’s been awhile since the heat has gotten to me like that so I didn’t expect it.” He presses his hand against his chest, still feeling the heat radiating off him. 

“I’m gonna pull the car up.” Jisung pushes to his feet. “Will you be o-” 

His words are cut off with a loud, pained cry and a deafening bang. Minho stares as Jisung collapses to his knees, revealing a figure behind him. He shakily reaches for his gun but his vision blurs as he attempts to aim it. 

His hand falls. He can’t breathe. He’s going to throw up. But he needs to help. 

Jisung rips the gun out of his hand and points it at the man, hitting him in the chest with no hesitation. Minho stares. His head swirls and all he can do is watch people run away in a panic. 

“Minho?” Jisung’s voice sounds miles away. 

His vision pulses. He bends in half, bile spilling past his lips. It’s not until Jisung grabs him that he feels blood pooling at his shoulder. Minho reaches for Jisung’s arm. He’s going to pass out. 

“Fuck.” Jisung cushions his head as he falls to the side. “I-I’m gonna get you help. Just..breathe for me. It’s going to be okay.” 

Minho takes harsh breaths but it hurts his chest even more. His body feels like it’s on fire. He can barely see. He can’t hear anything besides a high pitched whine. 

He..he’s been shot.

"I-I'm fine. Take me back to the hotel." Minho manages to say before everything turns dark. 

Chapter Text

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Jisung paces around the hotel room. “They had a real gun. Who the fuck uses a real gun these days?” 

“Jisung, can you go be anxious in a different spot?” Jeongin points to the corner.

Minho grits through his teeth as Jeongin cleans him up. He tries his best not to scream in pain, failing when a small amount of rubbing alcohol gets into the wound. He’s never been shot before. He still feels a bit in shock. 

“Okay..” Jeongin looks around the room, grabbing a flannel from Jisung’s duffle bag. “Bite down on this, I forgot my numbing cream.” 

“Are you fucking serious?” Minho groans, head falling back into the pillow. 

He stuffs the flannel in his mouth, muffling a scream as Jeongin pulls a piece of the bullet from his shoulder. If Jeongin wasn’t a doctor, Minho would not allow this to happen. But he is still nervous about Jeongin touching him. He’s terrified to find out what will happen when Chan finds out about this. 

Minho didn’t really do his job. Jisung may have only gotten grazed in the hip but Minho couldn’t even fire his gun. He was too dizzy from the heat. He couldn’t protect Jisung. 

It scares him that the shooter was precise with their shot. They perfectly aimed at both of them. Whoever that was knew what they were doing. 

Tears drip down his cheeks as Jeongin begins stitching him up. This is torture. Can this just be his punishment? He’s going to pass out again. He doesn’t understand how this hurts worse than the shot itself. His entire body shakes from the pain, probably making Jeongin’s job harder. But he can’t help it. 

“Alright. Just a little bit more, Minho. You’re doing good so far. I just need you to keep breathing for me.” Jeongin has always been the nicest person at the company. He’s far too compassionate to be here. “I just need to cover it and you’ll be good.” 

Minho and Jisung look over to the door as someone beats against it. Jeongin continues to work, completely unfazed by the commotion behind him. Jisung answers the door after checking the peephole. But Minho’s stomach twists when Chan pushes into the room. 

“What the hell happened?” Chan grabs Jisung’s shoulders. “A-Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine. Just a scrape..” Jisung sniffles. “Minho took most of the damage.” 

“Who the fuck uses a real gun these days?” 

“That’s what I said!” 

Minho takes the flannel out of his mouth and stares at the ceiling. His vision is still filled with stars. His shoulder pulses in pain but at least there isn’t a needle going into his skin anymore. 

Jeongin peels his gloves off and zips up his medical bag. “I want you to come to my office tomorrow. I’ll have some better medicine for you this afternoon. For now, you’ll need to rest until I tell you you’re fine.” 

“This isn’t the worst shape I’ve been in.” Minho forces a laugh, pushing to sit up. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Minho, you need to rest.” Chan glares. “I need you in good health for the mission.” 

“Right.” 

---

“Well...that vacation didn’t last long..” Jisung sighs, helping Minho pack. 

“Do I still get to go home for a few weeks?” Minho asks. 

“Sure.” He pulls the bottle of soju out of Minho’s bag. “As long as I can have this.” 

“You’re bargaining with me now?” He twitches, then scoffs. “Fine. I get shot but you can totally have the alcohol.” 

“I mean..I kinda got shot too.” 

“You got burned by the bullet. The same bullet that was taken out of my body.” 

“You’re being so mean.” 

“Fuck you.” 

Jisung tosses the bottle into his own bag before zipping both shut. “I can’t tell if you’re actually mad at me right now.” 

“Take me home, Jisung. I need a break.” 

Jisung grabs both of their bags, the two silently making their way out of the hotel. No one told Jisung’s mother what happened. Even Chan feared she might execute Minho if she found out they were hurt on this bullshit vacation. 

It wasn’t even a vacation. Not because it was cut short. But it was another job for Minho. To watch over someone who should be seeing professionals for his problems. Minho went to rehab for it. Why can’t Jisung do the same? Minho can’t help him. He couldn’t even help himself. 

Jisung opens the car door for Minho, even helping him put his seatbelt on. It feels a bit excessive but Minho unfortunately knows he would struggle far too much to get it on by himself. 

“Do you need anything before I take you home?” Jisung asks. 

“No. I have my medicine. I’ll be fine.” 

“Is there food at your place?” 

“Probably.” 

“Sorry..I’ll stop talking.” 

Minho sits back in the seat and closes his eyes. They aren’t far from Gimpo. He can endure this car ride for an hour. He knows he shouldn’t isolate himself right now. But he needs the comfort of his own home. Anything to put even the smallest amount of ease on his mind. 

The hour passes by quickly, thanks to the medication forcing Minho to sleep through most of it. He admittedly feels a bit uneasy at the fact he never told Jisung his address. But he sees it inputted into the GPS. He guesses it shouldn’t be a surprise. Jisung’s probably read his file. Still doesn’t mean Minho likes it.

They pull up to the building, Minho feeling a bit safer already. 

“What floor do you live on?” Jisung stares at the outside staircase, eyes panning to the broken elevator. 

“Fifth.” He pushes out of the car. 

“I’m going to help you.” Jisung gets out after him. 

“I’m fine.” 

Jisung rips the bag from Minho’s hand and slings it over his shoulder. “I am helping you, Minho. Don’t fight me.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

---

Minho stares at the wall. The medicine Jeongin gave him is strong. He doesn’t have the strength to do anything. But he guesses that doesn’t matter. Jisung is in the kitchen, attempting to make him something to eat. 

He wanted a break. He wanted to be alone. But Jisung insists on helping him. 

“Okay. So, I burned it.” Jisung steps into the living room. “Uh, do you want something delivered?” 

“No.”

“You need to eat.” 

“I ate earlier.” 

Jisung walks around, sitting next to Minho. He rests his hand on his thigh but Minho flinches away. “Can I..help you relax?” 

“I’m sorry. I really just want to be alone.” 

“You don’t have to apologize.” He stands. “I understand. I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow.” 

“No. Just..please leave me alone.”

“What?” 

“I want to pretend I don’t work for your company for just a few weeks.” He refuses to look at Jisung. “Please.” 

“Is there anything I can do for you?” 

“No..” 

Jisung sighs but nods when Minho finally spares him a glance. “Fine. Jeongin will still have to check on you, though.” 

“That’s fine.” 

“Oh, by the way.” Jisung reaches into his bag and pulls out a small wooden box. “I wanted to make sure this was safe with you.” 

Minho reaches for it, holding the jewelry box to his chest. “T-thanks.” 

“Let me know if you need anything.” 

Jisung takes his leave. And Minho is instantly hit with a rush of depression. His head falls into the back of the couch, the box still tightly in his grip. 

He thinks back to something he said to Chan a few days ago. He is Chan’s enemy. If he wasn’t, Chan wouldn’t treat him this way. If Minho didn’t have debts, Chan wouldn’t even know who he is. Minho would have just been another crying, screaming figure in his memory if Minho didn’t take out that loan. 

Maybe Minho could have finally been dead by now if he was taken by the loan sharks instead. That or Minho would have put himself out of his misery. 

He sits up, wincing as his shirt brushes against his wound. Chan can’t kill him if he kills himself first. 

*bzz bzz* 

[Jisung]: take your medicine
[Jisung]: and eat dinner 
[Jisung]: and go to sleep at a decent time 

[Minho]: I know

[Jisung]: those are orders, by the way 

[Minho]: yes sir 

He tosses his phone beside him and sighs. He’ll take his medicine and go to sleep. He’s not hungry. And he’s not going to admit those texts from Jisung made him feel a spark of warmth in his chest. 

---

Minho gasps awake as he hears his bedroom door open. He scrambles back, groaning in pain as he tries to focus on the figure coming towards him. 

“Good morning.” Jeongin turns the light on. 

“How the fuck did you get in here?” Minho attempts to calm his heartbeat. 

“We’ve broken in before, what makes you think we can’t now?” 

“I-Is Chan here?” 

“No.” He immediately reaches for the gauze on Minho’s shoulder. “He just let me in.” 

Minho winces when the bandage is peeled off. “Why do you do this?” 

“What?” 

“Work for bad people.” 

Jeongin sighs, carefully cleaning around the wound. “They aren’t bad people. They’re just misguided. Chan was young when his dad died but he was old enough to know what happened. His mother wanted revenge and he followed in her footsteps. Jisung too.” 

“I just don’t understand why they need to kill innocent people, then.” Minho sits up. “They created their own enemy by doing that.” 

“I understand where you’re coming from, Minho. They didn’t want to do that but the Seo’s forced their hand.” 

“Forced their hands?” 

“Chan wouldn’t tell me what they threatened him with. He walked out of the meeting with Seo Financial and broke down in his office. I’ve seen him cry two times in a decade, the other time being our wedding. They scared him.” 

“What do you do with the bodies after a mission?” 

"I can't tell you..but.." Jeongin checks over his shoulder and leans closer. “Can I tell you secret that you can’t tell anyone?” 

“Sure?” Minho shrugs. Who would he have to tell? 

He furrows his brow when Jeongin sits on the bed and lifts his pant leg. 

“Do you see the scar?” Jeongin asks. 

“No?” 

“That means they did a good job.” He smiles. 

“What..do you mean?” 

“It means I paid good money to make sure my cyborg hating husband doesn’t know part of my leg was replaced.” He rests a hand on Minho’s thigh, making him flinch. 

“What..happened?” Minho swallows hard. 

“I was clearing the bodies from a mission but one was pretending to be dead. He attacked me. I needed to get surgery fast before Chan found out we botched the job. We weren’t together yet so I wasn’t sure how he would have reacted.” 

“Why would you marry a man like him?” 

Jeongin chuckles. “He is a completely different person when he’s not working.” He smirks. “Plus, he’s great in bed.” 

“Gotcha...uh...your secret is safe with me.” 

“I figured. Anyway..” He pats Minho’s leg. “Get some rest. I want you to come to the clinic on Monday.” 

“O-okay.”

---

Minho closes his eyes, trying to push down the dirty thoughts plaguing his mind. He can’t stop thinking about Jisung, wondering what it would be like to be completely controlled by him. Unfortunately, that day will never come. 

He gets his phone out, knowing he’s about to make a mistake. 

[Minho]: are you busy? 

[Jisung]: no
[Jisung]: do you need something? 

[Minho]: yeah

[Jisung]: what do you need

[Minho]: you

[Jisung]: omw

Minho’s stomach twists in anxiety. He shouldn’t do this. He’s risking his life for this. But he knows he won’t stop thinking about it until he indulges it. They’ve already technically done something..just not together. 

But he knows Jisung may be disappointed that they won’t be having sex. Minho has no intention of showing Jisung his body. It already scared him to show his torso. That was too much for him. He will never show anyone that much of his body again unless they’re a doctor. Which unfortunately means Jeongin will still be close to him. 

He already feels himself getting impatient waiting for Jisung. It makes him think. It makes him realize this is the worst idea he’s ever had in his life. And he used to do drugs. 

Just before he texts Jisung to cancel, his front door opens. Minho curses. He forgot Jisung made himself a key to the apartment. 

“Hey.” Jisung slips his shoes off and slowly steps over to Minho. 

“Hey…” Minho struggles to look at him as he sits beside him. 

“Tell me what you want.” 

Minho swallows hard before slinking off the couch and resting his hands on Jisung’s thighs. “Can I..” 

“You can say it, Minho. Don’t be shy.”  

“Can I..use my mouth on you?” 

Jisung smiles and files his hand through Minho’s hair. “Of course, baby.” 

Minho closes his eyes as Jisung tugs his head back, pressing their lips together for a quick kiss. Jisung loosens his grip and sits back. Minho reaches for his zipper, movements cautious. A spark runs through his body when Jisung exposes himself. 

He wastes no time wrapping his hand around Jisung’s cock and giving a soft tug. Jisung pulls him closer, rolling his head back when Minho finally takes him in. The soft moans of pleasure from above Minho make him dizzy. 

“Fuck.” Jisung breathes, pushing Minho deeper. 

Minho stares up through his lashes and is quickly ripped up. Jisung pushes to his feet, holding Minho’s head still. He doesn’t have to tell Minho to open his mouth. Minho sits pretty for him, waiting for Jisung to take complete control of him. And Jisung doesn’t hold himself back. 

Minho breathes through his nose as Jisung’s cock punches the back of his throat. Tears well in his eyes and drool spills down his chin but he’s in complete bliss. He digs his nails in Jisung’s thighs. Jisung curses, his movements stuttering but not stopping until cum sprays in the back of Minho’s throat. 

He pulls himself out and fixes himself, falling back into the couch. Minho crawls beside him, a bit surprised when Jisung brings him in for a kiss. He winces as his wound is grazed and Jisung instantly pulls away. 

“I’m sorry.” Jisung frowns. 

“It’s okay. It didn’t hurt.” Minho lies, pressing their lips together once more. 

Jisung smiles and pushes him up. “Can I fuck you?” 

“I...don’t think I’m ready for that.” 

“Is this something you’re going to pretend didn’t happen?” 

“It’s something I’m not going to tell Chan about.” 

Jisung chuckles and sits up. “Maybe I can talk to him.” 

“Please don’t.” 

---

Minho walks into Jeongin’s office. He’s never been in here before, usually opting to take care of himself when he gets hurt. It twists his stomach when he sees wires and components on a table in the corner. He wonders who that was. There’s no other reason for Jeongin to have those here unless someone was killed. 

“Morning, Minho. Sit down, I’m just finishing this paperwork.” Jeongin points to a chair beside his examination table. 

He sits in silence, watching Jeongin type. His face pales when he sees something lying on the floor behind Jeongin’s desk. If he doesn’t look directly at it, he won’t see the obvious arm sitting there. 

Why would Jeongin just keep a body on the floor like that? 

“Okay.” Jeongin closes his laptop and pushes from his desk. “How is it feeling?”

“The pain’s been making it hard to sleep.” Minho rips his eyes away from the body. 

“Let me see it.” He helps Minho take his shirt off before putting on a pair of gloves. Minho flinches when he takes the gauze off. “I want you to let this breathe for now on. It’s a little red but it doesn’t look infected.” 

“What about the pain?” 

“Name the meds you want and I’ll get them.” 

“How are you the nice one when you have a dead body behind you?” 

“Huh?” Jeongin spins around and laughs. “Oh, that’s not real. I use it in my anatomy course.” He takes his gloves off and hands Minho his shirt. “Anyway, I’ll get you something strong so you can sleep and drop it off this afternoon. Any other concerns?” 

“No.” 

“Have a good day, then. Oh..and before you go..I want you to know..I know your secret. One wrong move and you’ll end up being in my next anatomy lesson.” 

“What?” Minho’s cheeks numb. 

Jeongin smirks and crosses his arms. “I’m smarter than you think. Hurt him and you’ll wish you were dead.”

“Does..Chan know?”

“Better get out quick.” He stares. “He’s in a meeting right now.”

Minho instantly rushes out of the office. His heart feels like it’s going to explode. How do they know? Did they bug his apartment? Did Jisung tell them? Fuck. He really thought Jeongin was going to say something else. 

He tries to calm his trembling as he practically sprints down the hall. But as he rounds the corner, he collides with a figure. He curses in pain but he can’t think about that when he looks up to see Jisung standing in front of him with a pale face. 

Before he can say anything, Chan also rounds the corner. Minho tries to walk around him but Chan grabs his arm and pulls him back. He flinches as a palm slams against his cheek. He looks up at Jisung, who keeps his head down.

“Office.” Is all Chan says. 

“Yes, sir.” Minho begins to walk. 

“You too, Jisung.” Chan smacks his brother across the side of his head. 

The three make their way into the office. Chan swipes his leg under Minho’s feet, sending him to his knees. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through the pain. Okay. Prepare for the worst. Prepare to die. 

He groans as Chan’s belt strikes across his back but doesn’t move. When he looks up at Jisung, his eyes are closed. Chan hits him again and again until he finally collapses. 

“Don’t you ever touch Jisung again.” Chan kicks Minho to roll him on his back. “You’ve been really testing my patience, Minho.” 

“How...did you even know?” Jisung asks quietly. 

“Did you really think I’d let Minho go home and not be monitored?” 

“He has a right to privacy, you fucking asshole.” 

“As long as he’s with the company, the mics will stay.” 

Minho feels a bit of relief. It’s just microphones. “Yes, sir.” 

“Fine. You win. I have to stay miserable when you got to meet your husband here.”  Jisung carefully helps Minho to his feet. “I’m so fucking tired of this. After the next mission, we’re going to discuss some changes to the company.” 

---

Minho sits in silence. If Chan is going to monitor him, he isn’t going to entertain him. This is easy for him. He can read all day to pass the time. He can put headphones in if he ever wants to listen to anything. He can go a week without making a single noise. 

The only time he makes noise is when he cooks food. But that only happens once a day. And Minho typically waits until late at night when Chan would absolutely be asleep. 

Though he doesn’t regret what he did with Jisung, he isn’t going to do anything again. He knows that will upset Jisung. He’ll put himself in harm's way but he isn’t going to risk Jisung getting hurt again. He really didn’t expect Chan to hit Jisung but that was enough for Minho to not test him again. 

He sighs and buries his face in his hands. He’s supposed to hate Jisung. Jisung is a monster. He’s a killer. Minho doesn’t want to be with someone so heartless. So why is he unable to stop thinking about him? 

He needs to find something to distract himself with. This is going to be hell when he goes back to Jisung’s house. Maybe Jisung won’t approach him. They can simply work and stay away from each other when they’re done. That shouldn’t bother Minho. That’s what he wants. 

[Jisung]: can we meet outside

[Minho]: ...? 
[Minho]: are you outside?

[Jisung]: maybe…

[Minho]: give me a minute 

He sighs. Seems like Jisung will find ways around the surveillance instead. He stands and slips on a pair of slippers. Why did he agree to leaving his apartment? Sure, he’s going to the parking lot but got he doesn’t have the energy to move now that he’s been put on much stronger pain meds. 

Once he steps out to the balcony, he can see Jisung in the lot. Minho dreads the walk down. But he manages to get down the stairs without pain. He makes it to Jisung without Chan coming out from the shadows to attack him. 

Jisung forces a smile. “Hey.” 

“How are you?” Minho checks over his shoulder. 

“Can we talk in the car?” He doesn’t give Minho the chance to answer, getting in his car.

Minho gets in after. “Are you okay?” He jolts as Jisung leans over to kiss him. “Wait. What if someone sees?” 

“We can get a hotel room.” 

“I think it might be best to keep things professional for now. Although I do expect to die at this job, I don’t want it to be because I gave someone a blowjob.” 

“I don’t know if I can stop wanting you, Minho.” He lowers his head. “I don’t know what it is about you..” 

“I’m never going to be able to give you what you want.” 

“I’m going to be taking over the company. Chan agreed to step down after this mission. We were going to wait to discuss it but Chan decided on his own that he needs to take a step back.” Jisung wrings his hands together. “He’s been struggling a lot this year and I think him hitting me made him realize just how bad it’s been.” 

“So what will that mean for me?” 

“You’ll still be my bodyguard but you’ll have a lot more freedom.” 

Jisung reaches into the backseat, grabbing a folder and handing it to Minho. Minho furrows his brows as he opens it. He doesn’t understand at first what he’s supposed to look at. It’s just his file. But his eyes widen when he looks down at the balance of his debt. 

“W-what?” Minho can’t be seeing correctly. 

“The Seo’s are coming next week to eliminate positions of those who have owed for over five years.” 

Minho swallows hard. “I’m gonna guess that doesn’t just mean letting us go home..” 

“I’ll spare you the details on what they do.” He lets out a shaky sigh. “Chan owes them 4 billion won. This year will be the five year mark. He’s afraid of what will happen to him at this meeting.” 

“So, he’s actually stepping down to save his ass?” 

“No..I mean, it is what’s been causing most of his stress..I don’t know. I don’t know what goes on in his head. But he’s going to go into hiding for awhile and in the meantime, I’ll be changing things for the better.” 

“I don’t know if I believe you.” 

“Why?” Jisung furrows his brows. “I just paid a lot of money to keep you alive.” 

“But you’re still going to kill innocent people.” 

“Why does it bother you so much that cyborgs get what they deserve?” 

“If you don’t understand on your own why that’s bad, I don’t have hope that you’ll ever figure it out.” 

---

Minho drops his bowl of soup and runs to the bedroom as someone busts his door down. He grabs a pair of sweatpants before rushing to his closet. His heart pounds against his chest as he hears crashing and thuds from the other room. 

He covers his mouth, praying they won’t come into his room yet. It sounds like they’re still in the living room. So he tests his luck, creeping out of the closet. He tiptoes over to the window. He holds his breath as he opens it, wincing as it squeaks. But he manages to crawl out onto the fire escape. 

His body trembles as he climbs down, hoping no one looks out to see him escaping. He doesn’t even fully understand what’s happening. But he makes it to the ground, curses when he realizes he left his phone on the kitchen counter. He doesn’t even have his car keys. What the fuck is he supposed to do? 

He looks out at the parking lot, not seeing anything out of the ordinary other than a car with the back door open. Nausea creeps up his throat as he looks up to his unit. He can see his door is open but can’t see what’s happening. 

But he knows one thing. He needs to get away from here. 

He begins to run, not exactly sure where his legs are taking him. After ten minutes, he finally realizes where he’s going. His pace stays consistent, which is good since he has to make it to the next town over. 

By the time he gets to a long driveway, his heart feels like it’s going to explode. But he doesn’t stop until he reaches the front door. He takes more proper breaths when he pounds his fist against the door. 

“Minho?” Jisung answers the knocks. 

Minho doubles over and continues to pant for air. “They broke into my apartment.” 

“Who?” 

“The Seo’s.” He coughs, hands trembling. “Fuck.” 

“Did you..run here?” 

“I couldn’t get my keys..I assume my phone is gone already.” 

Jisung lets him inside. Minho freezes as he sees Chan and Jeongin sitting in the living room. He hopes they aren’t part of this bullshit. 

“Are you okay?” Chan asks. 

Minho finally sits but his body still shakes. “Did you tell the Seo’s to raid my place?” 

“What? No. Did they..come after you?” 

“We need to leave now, Chan.” Jeongin pushes to his feet. “They’re definitely not going to stop at just Minho’s apartment.” 

“Okay. Okay.” Jisung walks over. “You two get somewhere safe and call me when you are. I’m going to take Minho home to make sure they aren’t still there.” 

Chan stands and steps over to his brother, wrapping his arms around him. “Be safe.” 

“You too, asshole.” Jisung buries into his shoulder. “You’re not allowed to die yet.” 

“I’m sorry, we really need to go now.” Jeongin grabs Chan’s wrist. 

Chan nods but stops when he gets to the doorway. “Get some weapons before you go.” 

“I should be telling you that.” Jisung rolls his eyes. 

“I already did.” Chan says but Jeongin bumps his arm. “Jeongin already did.” 

---

Minho stares around the tech room, in awe of everything they have. Why wasn’t he allowed in here before? His shitty laser gun could have been upgraded ages ago. 

The walls are lined with things Minho has never seen before. He scans the wall filled with surveillance gear, stopping when he sees the microphones. So that’s what they look like...He’ll have to scan the apartment for them when he gets back. 

Jisung slides past him to go to the back wall. He grabs a few batteries and searches for the right guns to go with them. Minho wonders if this is too much. Sure, they might run into the Seo’s and their men but they’re just making sure Minho’s apartment is safe to return to. They’re preparing for this more then they do for their missions. 

Ha. Minho can’t help but think it’s because Jisung cares about him. But Jisung isn’t capable of caring this much about someone. Especially not a bodyguard he’s known for a month. 

“Okay.” Jisung hands him two guns. “This should be good. I have extra batteries just in case.” 

“Is this excessive?” Minho blinks but still grabs a holster for one of the guns. 

“Better safe than dead.” 

Minho shrugs. He guesses that’s a good enough answer. They absolutely could be walking into danger. But Minho will need to go back to his apartment anyway. 

Once they finish their preparations, they make their exit. Minho walks behind Jisung, staring at his back. He quickly wipes away the dirty thought that pops in his head. But it’s replaced with something violent. He could shoot Jisung right now and no one is here to stop him. Chan would have been the only one. There is no security and no one is here but them. There are cameras. But no one monitors them, they don't even record. Minho learned that the hard way after a previous client attacked him for leaving and when he asked for the evidence, no one could pull it up. 

He sighs, following Jisung out to the parking garage. Anxiety vibrates through his body as they get in the car. Jisung asks him if he’s okay but he doesn’t answer. He just needs to make sure he can safely be in his home again. Unfortunately, his home will never feel safe again. 

The drive is silent. Minho picks anxiously at his nails while Jisung stares at the road. He wants to puke once they get closer to the apartment. It’s fine. Everything will be fine. Just breathe. The Seo’s are going to hunt him even after his debts were paid but it’s absolutely fine. 

He stares at the apartment building as Jisung parks. His door is wide open but he doesn’t see anyone inside from where they are. They get out and make their way up the stairs. Minho tightly grips one of his guns, Jisung aiming his once they reach the fifth floor. 

Jisung signals for Minho to stay back before cautiously stepping through the doorway. Minho still leans forward to attempt to see inside. But he waits for Jisung to tell him it’s safe. He is admittedly a bit impatient. He also doesn’t like the idea of the person he’s supposed to be protecting running into a potentially dangerous situation alone. It’s Minho’s job to do this. Why is he waiting? Damn it, it’s his apartment! 

“All clear.” Jisung shouts from inside. 

Minho lowers his gun and slowly steps inside. He closes the door, staring at the busted lock. How the hell is he going to fix this? How is he going to explain to his landlord that he had another break in? 

His heart aches as he scans the area. Everything is thrown to the floor, his TV gone. The bowl he dropped is shattered by Jisung’s feet. They took everything of value..

“Shit.” Minho runs back over to the altar at the front door, a rush going to his head. 

His hands shake. The jewelry box is gone. They took his mother’s jewelry. They fucking took the only thing Minho had left of her. 

“No. Please..” He looks around frantically, praying he set it somewhere else instead. 

Tears well in his eyes as he grabs at his hair. This can’t be happening. They can take his phone, they can take his TV, laptop, everything else in this place. He doesn’t care about any of that stuff. But they took what they knew would hurt him the most. And he knows they don’t care about the sentimental value of the items. They just saw gold and grabbed it.

“Minho..” Jisung steps over just as he collapses to his knees. “It’s okay, we can fix everything.” 

“No, we can’t.” Minho’s vision blurs, bile creeping up his throat. “They took her jewelry. I-I don’t know what to do.” 

“I-I’m so sorry..” Jisung leans down in an attempt to console him. 

“Why did you bring them back here? They were safer with you..” He completely cracks, fully setting in that he’s lost them forever. He leaps forward and grabs Jisung’s shirt. “I hate you and your stupid fucking company!” He lets go, hands slamming against the floor. “Your greed did this. You didn’t have to work with the Seo’s but you wanted more money to fund your bullshit lifestyle...I fucking hate you!” 

“Minho..It's not-” 

“Get out!” He screams, pushing Jisung in the chest. 

“I-I can try to get them back.” 

“Then go! You want to kill people so badly then kill them! Fucking go!” 

“Okay. I promise. I’ll do what I can.” 

“Please..” 

Jisung pushes to his feet and steps to the door. “I really wish you didn’t see me as a monster.” 

Minho grabs a broken object from beside him and throws it at Jisung. “Get out!” 

The door shuts. Minho lowers his head to the ground. Why is this happening? Jisung won’t be able to get the jewelry back. Those rings and necklaces were the only expensive items his mother owned. She wore them every day. Minho grew up with her always wearing them. They were familiar objects that meant comfort when he saw them. 

And they’re gone. 

He pushes to his knees, shakily reaching for the gun sitting next to him. But he doesn’t even have the strength to lift it. He doesn’t have the strength to turn when he hears the front door creak open. He stares at the floor. He waits for the figure to approach him. 

“I’m sorry, Minho.” 

“My debts were paid.” Minho twitches. 

“Show me the proof and I’ll make it up to you.” 

He finally turns to the man, a Seo Financial employee named Seungmin he’s seen in passing. “You can’t make it up to me. You took the only thing I had left of her. I know you’ll never give it back.” 

“Show me the proof, Minho.” 

“Talk to Jisung.” 

“I tried to. But he just killed my boss so I figured it was best not to approach him.” 

Minho stares, shaking his head. “I don’t believe you.” 

“Call him.” 

“You stole my phone.” 

Seungmin digs into his pocket and tosses the device in Minho’s lap. “I still have everything else in my car.” 

“Do you have the jewelry box?” Minho pushes to his feet, anger sparking in his chest. 

“I do.” 

Minho walks over, eyes piercing into Seungmin’s. “What’s your dominant hand?” 

“What? Right. Why?” 

Minho grabs Seungmin’s wrist, taking the gun from his holster. He doesn’t say a word as he zaps the laser directly into his palm. Seungmin yells in pain and attempts to pull away but Minho yanks him forward. He presses the gun to Seungmin’s chest. 

“You’re going to turn around and we’re going to walk to your car. If you reach for your gun once, I will shoot you.” 

Seungmin twitches his lip up. “My boss may be dead but I still have people who care about me. Kill me and they’ll still find you.” 

“I don’t care.” He shoves him with the gun. “Go.” 

Seungmin turns around and Minho pushes him out the door. Minho keeps a close eye on Seungmin as they make their way to the stairs. He keeps the gun pointed at his back, making sure he doesn’t make any movements to his waistband. 

They reach the parking lot and Minho can’t help but laugh. Jisung is at what he assumes is Seungmin’s car, piling items on the asphalt. 

He looks up as the two approach. Minho trembles, waiting for Jisung to find the jewelry box. He sees Jisung pull the wooden box from the front seat. But he wraps his finger around the trigger when Jisung opens it, revealing that it’s empty. 

Seungmin spins around and grabs his gun with his left hand. Minho goes to squeeze the trigger but Seungmin collapses in front of him before he can properly aim for his heart. 

He looks up at Jisung, who lowers his gun. Jisung holsters his weapon and walks over to Seungmin. He leans down and begins digging through his pockets. Seungmin weakly attempts to fight him off but Jisung easily overtakes him. 

“Killing me won’t help you find them.” Seungmin coughs. 

“Oh, you’ll live. You’re going to suffer for the rest of your life. But you’ll live.” Jisung stands, holding up a gold necklace. “If you don’t want to make it worse, tell me where the rest is.” 

“No.” 

“Fine.” Jisung kicks him in the stomach. “I have no issues finding it myself.” 

Minho yanks the necklace from his hand. “I’m sure the Seo’s have the rest.” 

“Well, good thing that’s who we’re going after next week.” Jisung smiles. 

“What?” Minho furrows his brow. “I thought you killed Changbin?” He looks down at Seungmin as he attempts to push to his feet, kicking him back down. 

“No. I killed one of his minions. The Seo’s won’t get the luxury of an easy death.” 

“Why did you pretend this mission was for something else?” 

“Because they oversee our missions. We needed to fake it. Genius, right?” 

“What if Seungmin tells them?” 

“Oh, he’s coming with me. You don’t have to worry about the details.” Jisung pulls Seungmin up as best he can. “Go get your stuff back upstairs and make yourself something to eat. I have a lot planned for the evening.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

Chapter Text

Minho moves the grate of the vent in his living room. He grabs the device inside, ripping it out and carrying it over to the kitchen. The sink is plugged and he turns the faucet on. He drops the microphone into the water and turns, emotionless. He isn’t going to sleep until every microphone is found. 

He’s so tired. But he’s waiting for Jisung to come over with a device that detects mics and cameras. He got most of the apartment cleaned up. Once he gets everything cleared, he’ll go to sleep. 

The front door opens, Jisung stepping inside. Minho watches him close his jacket but he saw the blood on his shirt. He isn’t going to ask about it. It’s none of his business. He doesn’t care as long as he can get these damn mics out of his place and go to sleep. 

“I’m going to scan the rest of the apartment while you make yourself something to eat.” Jisung pulls the device from his pocket. 

“I ate.” Minho blinks, barely keeping himself awake. 

“No, you didn’t.” 

“Did you spy on me?” 

“I got curious.” He shrugs. “Why didn’t you eat?” 

“I was a bit..distracted with my apartment getting destroyed..I don’t really have the energy left to make food.” 

Jisung sighs, pulling his phone out. “I’ll order you something. Don’t fight me. Sit down.” 

He wasn’t going to fight him. He is so hungry. So, he sits on the couch and allows Jisung to take care of him. It still feels odd that someone is taking such good care of him. He hasn’t been taken care of in over a decade. Minho picks his favorite food, something he used to make for his mother all the time. He is desperate for some form of comfort to not be ripped from him. 

Jisung walks through his apartment, Minho hearing him rip mics from different locations. There were way more than Minho thought. He doesn’t understand why Chan wanted to keep such a close eye on him. Sure, Minho has thought about this revenge but in reality, he knows that isn’t something he’ll be able to act on. 

“Oh, that lying motherfucker.” Jisung walks into the living room, holding something in his hand. “He did put a camera in.” 

“W-where?” Minho pushes to his feet but Jisung sits him back down. 

“It was in the hall but don’t worry, he wired it wrong so it definitely wasn’t working.” He sighs. “I told him how to do it properly so many times.. I mean, I guess I’m glad he fucked it up but..man, he never listens.” 

“Is everything clear now?” 

“Yeah.” Jisung groans as he flops on the couch. “Do you want to keep the detector, just in case?” 

“Yeah..” 

“Okay..so..the meeting with the Seo’s is tomorrow. Since I won’t have Chan there, I’ll need my bodyguard.” 

“They’ll kill me as soon as I walk into the office.” 

Jisung smiles in a way that tells Minho he has a plan. And for some reason, he doesn’t like it. “Meet me in my office at 8am.” 

Minho whines. “Why so early?” 

“We’ll have a lot to do. Don’t complain.” 

---

Minho blinks as he’s handed a blond wig. “What the fuck is this?” 

“Shut up.” Jisung sits him in the chair. 

“I hate you.” 

“I know.” 

Minho sits still, glaring as Jisung continues to disguise him in an absolutely ridiculous outfit. But he has to admit, when he puts a dust mask on, he looks like a completely different person. 

“Alright, the Seo’s will be here soon. The conversation will most likely be heavy so be prepared.” Jisung hands him his gun. 

“Yes, sir.” Minho nods. “You better make this up to me.” 

“I promise.” Jisung smiles but it drops when there’s a knock on the door. “We can discuss it later.” 

The two walk out, the assistant closing the door after them. Jisung leads Minho to the meeting room, slipping into his usual cold self. Minho’s palms sweat but he stays calm. 

He’s seen Changbin before. He often walks around the building, usually with Chan. But he’s never met the man sitting beside him. The man is wearing incredibly expensive clothing and he just oozes richness. Minho can’t help but stare at him. He looks incredibly familiar. But he can't figure out why.

“Jisung, I hope you’ve had a good morning. What happened to your bodyguard?” Changbin stands, the two bowing to each other. 

Minho glances at Jisung but still stays calm. Jisung sighs and the three sit, Minho standing behind Jisung. 

“That motherfucker ran off with one of your men.” Jisung leans back. “Left me a note saying they were off to the countryside.”

“Ah, so that’s what happened to Seungmin. That’s a shame, he was my favorite.” Changbin tsks. “He could’ve asked..he didn’t have to kill his boss over it.” 

“Also, it’s very good to see Hyunjin again.” He turns to the man. “I hope you’ve been feeling better.” 

“I have, thank you.” Hyunjin smiles. “Sorry, what did you say your new bodyguard’s name was?” 

“Oh, this is Yongbok. He was hired specifically as a bodyguard. No debts.” Jisung is far too good at lying. His voice didn’t crack, didn’t even waver. “Should we get started?” 

Changbin slides over a folder, Minho looking over Jisung’s shoulder as he opens it. “Those are the employees who need to report to my building at midnight.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“If Lee Minho does come back, he will need to report to me as well.” 

Minho takes a deep breath, pulse spiking. 

“No. His debts were paid. I sent you the report earlier this week.” 

Changbin sighs and rolls his eyes. “It’s not about debt with him.” 

“What is it?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

“If I see him, I’ll let you know.” 

Changbin grabs a remote and turns on the hologram projector. “I also wanted to tell you, I’m buying a new property and would like you to tell me if it’s a good location.” 

Jisung looks over as the image of a large house is pulled up. Minho sees his breathing pick up and he lets out a nervous laugh. “W-What? No sorry, that’s Chan’s house.” 

“Exactly why I wanted to know if it’s good.” 

“I-I don’t understand.” 

“That’s funny, Jisung. You’re saying you didn’t know Chan tried to skip out on his responsibilities?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Changbin switches to a new image and Minho watches the color drain from Jisung’s face. In the center of the room are two figures. Chan and Jeongin lie on the floor, bodies bound and mouths covered by tape. Minho can see the fear in Chan’s eyes, his husband hopefully just unconscious in his lap. 

“I think this room is my favorite. Lots of space.” Changbin clicks the next image to reveal a large patch of red where the two used to be sitting. “I hope we can get that stain out. If not, I can go ahead and charge your company for the repairs.” 

“What did you do to them?” Jisung’s voice finally trembles. 

“Don’t worry. They’re still alive for now.” He leans forward. “But if I don’t get that 4billion won by the end of the week, I’ll give you the opportunity to pick where they’re buried. The house only covers 1billion, so figure out the rest.” 

“Oh honey, don’t forget.” Hyunjin rests his hand on Changbin’s shoulder. “We also want to invite Jisung over for dinner tonight.” 

“Right, yes. Please join us for dinner. You can bring your bodyguard. There is plenty of room.” 

“Of course.” Jisung curls his hands into fists. “We’ll be there.” 

“Great. I think we’re done here, then.” Changbin stands, helping Hyunjin to his feet. “Dress nicely. Both of you.” 

Jisung doesn’t respond, watching Changbin and Hyunjin step out. Minho rests his hand on Jisung’s shoulder but Jisung lowers his head against the table. He takes sharp, choppy breaths, his entire body shaking hard. Minho doesn’t know what to do to console him. 

Jisung sits up and lets out a yell, slamming his hand on the table before standing. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Minho rushes after him when he storms out of the room. 

Jisung stops and spins around. “You want to keep calling me evil, you’re about to see the worst I can ever be.” 

“What’s your plan?” 

“I..don’t know.” He twitches. “I just..I can’t let them kill Chan.”

“Do you have 3billion won?” 

“No..but..” Jiisung sighs. “That’s how much my house costs. I'll sell it to him. I don't care.”

Minho lifts a brow. “So..that’s why Chan owes? He wanted to buy two mansions?”

“Yeah..I guess so.” He laughs. “That motherfucker..” 

“I think I have a plan.” He looks around to make sure no one is listening. “Do you know where Jeongin gets his meds from?” 

“Uh, he has a pharmacy downstairs. Did you never notice it?” 

“I never had to go and I wasn’t allowed access to most of this building.” 

“Sorry..” 

“It doesn’t matter. Just follow me.” 

---

Minho steps into a large house, back in his disguise. He and Jisung are led to a lavish dining room. Jisung hesitates to sit when they see Chan and Jeongin in their chairs at the table, both kept in place with rope. Chan looks up at Jisung, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Please, sit.” Changbin gestures to the free seats across from the two. “Hyunjin will be bringing the food out soon. But he asked for some help. Uh, Yongbok..could you help him please?” 

“Yes, sir.” Minho bows before stepping to the room Changbin points to. 

He cautiously walks into the kitchen. Hyunjin is working hard to finish plating the meals. Minho approaches him, stomach churning in anxiety. 

“Perfect, could you grab those two plates and bring them to my and Changbin’s spots?” Hyunjin points to the dishes. 

Minho’s heart thrums against his chest as he stares down at the plates. He checks over his shoulder to see Hyunjin still focused on his task. “Why are the dishes different?” 

“We have different tastes. Please, take them out now.” 

“Yes, sir.”

He grabs the plates and makes his way out to the hallway. Once out of sight, he scans for cameras. Damn it. There’s one pointed right at him. He’ll need to figure something else out. 

Before Hyunjin comes out, he makes his way to the dining room. He walks one plate over to Changbin, setting it in front of him. Changbin tells him where Hyunjin’s seat is to put the other plate down. Minho didn’t enjoy that. He’d much rather be a bodyguard. 

Hyunjin walks in with two more plates but stops at the table. “Shit, I forgot the wine. Yongbok, could you grab the bottle? I opened it already but it’s still on the counter.” 

“Yes, sir.” Minho bows and makes his way to the doorway. 

“I like him. He’s very polite and easy to push around.” 

Minho rolls his eyes as he walks back to the kitchen. He grabs the wine and goes back to the dining room. Hyunjin is sitting in his seat so Minho offers to pour everyone a glass. Hyunjin approves, handing him the empty wine glass. 

He takes it, carefully blocking the view of a pill dropping inside as he pours. Jisung stares at him as he steps over to Changbin. Minho manages to slip the pill into Changbin’s glass as well. 

“Jisung, would you like some wine?” Changbin offers. 

“No, thank you. I’m sober.” Jisung clears his throat. 

“Yongbok, please pour Chan and Jeongin their glasses and one of your own if you’d like.” 

Minho does a he’s told, even if he really doesn’t want to keep doing tasks for them. But he isn’t going to fight them. Chan furrows his brows when Minho steps between him and Jeongin to pour their glasses but he doesn’t say anything. 

He finally sits at his spot, between Jisung and Hyunjin. Jisung gives him permission to pour himself a glass of wine. Changbin and Hyunjin begin eating but Minho looks over at them in confusion. Jisung swallows hard, staring at the single glasses of wine in front of Jeongin and his brother. 

“Why aren’t they eating?” He asks, grabbing his water. 

“They said they weren’t hungry.” Changbin smiles, taking a sip of his wine. 

“Yongbok, how long have you been a bodyguard?” Hyunjin asks, taking a bite of his food. As if this is a completely normal dinner. 

“Six years.” Minho replies. 

“Alright, enough small talk. It’s way too boring.” Changbin sets his fork down. “Jisung, are you aware you are in close contact with a cyborg?” 

Minho freezes and looks around the room. He lowers his knife to his lap and stares at Changbin. Jisung laughs, shaking his head. 

“Really?” Jisung rolls his eyes. “Who?” 

“I have a guess.” Minho leans forward. 

“Oh, do you?” Changbin smirks. 

“Yes. Your husband has a knife sticking in his leg and he didn’t even feel it.” 

“What?” Hyunjin pushes from the table and stands, the steak knife fully implanted in his thigh. “What the fuck?” 

Changbin jumps up but his body falls back into his chair. “Hyunjin?” 

“I-I can explain.” 

“I don’t..understand.” He tries to stand again but collapses, spilling the wine glass into his lap. “What the fuck did you do?” 

Jisung pushes to his feet and runs over to Chan. Minho grabs Hyunjin and shoves him back in his chair. Chan rips from his seat, freeing Jeongin from his own bindings. Jeongin grabs his rope and rushes to Minho. He binds Hyunjin in place, the man screaming at them to let him go. 

“No. Tie him up.” Changbin twitches. “Kill him for all I care.” 

“Changbin..” Hyunjin cracks. “Please..”

“Don’t..talk to me. You fucking traitor..” Changbin falls into the table. 

“I was in an accident..I had to do it to live..” He cries, lowering his head. “I’m sorry..” 

Minho pulls away from him. Now he knows why Hyunjin is so familiar. He flinches as flashes of light fill his vision, he hears the screams for help for just a moment. Nausea creeps up his throat. All he can feel is blood on his skin. He feels like he’s going to die again. 

“Minho..” Jisung rests and hand on his shoulder, making him jump. “Are you okay?” 

“I-I’m fine.” Minho shakes his head. “What do we do now?” 

“Tie Changbin up. I need to go find something.” 

Jisung storms out of the room. Minho looks over at Chan and Jeongin, both of them staring at his leg. He twitches when he looks down to see a knife sticking out of his hip. His hand trembles as he grabs it, ripping it out. Jeongin jolts forward but Minho just tosses the knife on the floor.

“Yes, it hurts.” Minho swallows hard. “But I have a job to do.” 

---

Minho still stands in the dining room as Jisung searches the house. He stares at Hyunjin. He told Chan and Jeongin to stay by the front door to keep watch in case someone decides to visit. 

It can’t be him. It can’t be the person who changed him completely as a person. 

“When was your accident?” Minho asks, no longer is his disguise. 

“The same night as yours.” Hyunjin replies. “I’m sorry.” 

“Were you drunk?” 

“Listen I..” 

He stands, grabbing Hyunjin by the hair. “Were you drunk!?” 

“Yes. But-” 

Minho trembles but lets him go to grab the glass of wine Hyunjin didn’t drink. He doesn’t hesitate to splash the liquid in his face. Hyunjin flinches, his eye glitching and head twitching. 

“How many times are you going to ruin my life?” Minho grabs his cheeks and forces him to look forward. 

“I-I didn’t h-have anything to do w-with your debt.” Hyunjin continues to glitch. “I wasn’t d-driving.” 

“Who was?” 

“An ex.” 

“Who?” 

“H-his name is Felix. He moved ba-ck to Australia. It..wasn’t his fault either. H-he swerved to miss a pothole in the road.” 

Minho laughs. He can’t believe they nearly killed him over a god damn pothole. Before he can dump the rest of the wine over Hyunjin’s head, Jisung enters the room. He storms over to Hyunjin, grabbing the bottle from Minho’s hand. 

“Where are the files?” Jisung asks. 

“Why would I tell you?” Hyunjin glares. “You just ruined my life.” 

“You did that to yourself.” 

Hyunjin flinches and closes his eyes as Jisung goes to pour the bottle over him. “W-wait, please. Fine. I-I can help you but you need to promise me you won’t hurt me.” 

“Do you seriously think I trust you?” 

“No.” He twitches. “But the only thing tying me to this company was Changbin.” He looks over to the unconscious man. “If you leave me here, I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t kill me. I promise I won’t do anything to you if you let me take you to the building. You wouldn’t be able to get into my office without my fingerprint.” 

Jisung sets the wine down and grabs a knife from the table instead. “Then I’ll just cut your finger off.” 

“Jisung..” Minho rests a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe we should let him come with us. If there’s any security, they won’t be suspicious if he’s there too.” 

“Please..I’ll get you the files and then you’ll never see me again.” Hyunjin pleads. “I promise.”

“Fine.” Jisung drops the knife and walks behind Hyunjin to untie him. “If you try anything, I will shoot you.” 

Hyunjin springs to his feet once he’s freed. He stares at Changbin. “If he thinks I’m a traitor, I might as well be.” 

---

Minho feels a bit uneasy when Jisung tells him to take Chan and Jeongin to a hotel for the night. He doesn’t like leaving Jisung with Hyunjin. As much as Minho doesn’t believe cyborgs are automatically bad people, he does not trust Hyunjin at all. 

He expected Chan to also refuse to let Jisung go alone. But he didn’t want to be involved anymore. He just wants to get to safety with his husband. 

Minho drives, the car completely silent. Chan and Jeongin sit in the backseat, holding each other close. As much as Minho doesn’t like Chan, he is glad the two were able to escape that situation. Knowing his debts were to give his brother a nice place to live makes him sad for them. Although, Chan really didn’t need a 1billion won mansion. Hell, Jisung doesn’t need such a large place for just himself. But Minho understands. If he was given that much money, he too would move into a large and lavish house. 

He pulls up to a nice hotel and gets out with the two. They walk inside, Chan keeping Jeongin as close as possible. It hurts Mihno’s heart to see someone so afraid of losing their lover. 

Minho gets two rooms, Jeongin paying for them. They get their keycards and Minho starts to walk out of the lobby. 

“Minho.” Chan approaches him. 

He turns around, assuming he’s going to be hit for some reason. “Yes, sir?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Minho rolls his eyes and walks out of the building. He gets to the car but Chan grabs his wrist before he opens the door. “You’ve done enough damage to me.” 

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Chan pulls away and narrows his eyes. “You’re..” 

“On my way to get your brother.” 

He gets in the car and drives off. His hands tremble. This entire mission went so poorly. Changbin is going to wake up and find them somehow. 

Fuck. Chan can’t know. He..doesn’t know. He’s guessing. He knows nothing about Minho. 

Minho pulls up to the building, looking up to see a single light on at the top floor. He sees shadows but it doesn’t seem like anyone is in distress. He still thinks he should go up there. Just to make sure nothing bad happens. He’d never forgive himself if he allowed Jisung to get hurt. Especially with Minho being so close. 

He pushes out of the car and walks to the door. No one is watching for intruders and Minho truly doesn’t understand how they haven’t gotten ambushed before. It’s far too easy to get inside and walk the halls. 

The building is quiet as he steps to the elevator. It’s a bit unnerving. The only noises come from the elevator dinging and clanking. He takes his gun out before the doors open. But no one is there when they do. 

He cautiously steps out, trying to figure out the way to Hyunjin’s office. But once he turns the corner, there are two men standing there. Minho curses and attempts to run but they catch him before he makes it back to the elevator. 

“W-wait.” Minho tries to pull away. “I’m just Jisung’s bodyguard.” 

“Minho?” He looks over as a third man walks around the corner. “I heard you and I ran away together.” Seungmin tilts his head. “Did we have a good time?” 

“I didn’t come up with that.” 

“Take him to Hyunjin’s office. I want Jisung to see us blast his head off.” 

Minho attempts to fight them off but they’re far stronger than him. Seungmin knocks on Hyunjin’s door, waiting for him to open it. Minho kicks in a desperate attempt to escape but one of them swipes his other leg to bring him to his knees. 

The door opens and Seungmin shoves his way inside, Minho being dragged behind him. Jisung looks up and his face pales. 

“How did you get out?” Jisung stares at Seungmin. 

“I’m smarter than you think.” Seungmin smirks, turning to the men. “Shoot him.” 

Minho gasps as one of the men pulls his arms back, the other stepping in front of him. He braces for death when the man raises a laser gun to his head. Jisung begins to run over. But before he reaches, the man collapses to the floor. 

When Minho looks up, Hyunjin has a gun pointed at the man still holding him back. Hyunjin steps closer. He shoots Seungmin in the thigh as he walks past, not even flinching at the agonized cry. Minho stares, wondering what he’s going to do next as he stands in front of him. 

“Let him go.” Hyunjin twitches. 

“He’s not who you think. He’s a traitor.” The man clears his throat. 

“So am I.” He smiles, shooting the man in the head. 

Minho stumbles forward as he’s freed from the hold. He rushes to Jisung, who wraps his arms around him. They turn to Hyunjin as he tosses the gun on the desk. 

“How long until the files are transferred?” Hyunjin asks. “I want to set this place on fire.” 

“It’s almost done.” Jisung checks the computer. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to really help.” 

“I just don’t care anymore. I was always on the edge of leaving but now that Changbin knows the truth, I just...don’t care..” 

“You know I should kill you, still. Right?” 

“Then do it.” He shrugs and lets out a mildly hysterical laugh. “What’s stopping you?” 

Jisung unplugs the flash drive from the computer and hands it to Minho. “I guess I’m getting soft.”

Minho puts the flash drive in his pocket and grabs Jisung’s wrist. “You got what you needed, let’s go.” 

---

Jisung jumps into the pool, Minho moving out of the way of the splash. This is the first time Minho has seen Jisung properly relax. It’s nice. Calm for once. Minho assumes there is still more to their mission but he’ll enjoy the chill moment for now. 

Minho looks up as the door to the pool opens. Chan walks in and storms over to Minho. 

“Stand up.” Chan demands. 

“Why?” Minho furrows his brow. 

Chan grabs his wrist and forces him to his feet. “You motherfucker. I knew something was off with you.” 

Jisung gets out of the pool and rushes over. “What are you doing?” 

“Jisung..it’s okay..” Minho sighs, knowing this would happen eventually. “I’m sorry.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Before Minho can answer, his body is shoved into the water. Electricity shoots through him and his legs seize. He desperately tries to get out of the pool but the shocks of pain force him under the water. His lungs strain for air as his brain struggles to survive. 

He gasps for air when a hand grabs him and pulls him up. His body twitches as he’s dragged out of the pool and laid on his back. He sees Jisung hovering over him and he expects the man to kill him right here. He knows Jisung can see the glitch in his eyes. 

But his body is forced to stand, his legs weak. He falls into Jisung’s chest, assuming he’s going to rip his cybernetic limbs apart. Instead, he is dragged to the door. 

“W-wait. I-I..” Minho stumbles into the wall. 

“Shut up.” Jisung bites. 

“I-If you’re going to k-kill me..ask J-Jeongin about his leg.” 

He’s forced out of the room and over to the elevator. 

“J-Jisung-” 

“Shut up!” Jisung snaps. 

Minho holds his breath as he’s dragged out of the elevator and to their room. He closes his eyes as his back is slammed against the wall. And he waits. His body still twitches, sparking the nerves he still has left. Jisung is going to kill him. 

He jolts when he feels pressure on his lips. Jisung pulls away and rips his shirt over his head. 

“How much of you is real?” Jisung glares. 

“Find out for yourself.” Minho’s brain must be shutting down if that’s what he decided to say. 

Jisung grabs the back of his hair and rips him to the front of his bed. He stares, wondering when Jisung will finally kill him. 

“Strip.” Jisung demands. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Don’t. Speak.” 

Minho swallows hard, his fear slowly melting into something else. Something he’s felt with Jisung before. But he didn’t expect they’d ever do this. If that’s even what’s happening right now.

He reaches for his zipper, Jisung watching each movement closely. His hands struggle to work properly, which seems to frustrate Jisung. 

“Do you want me to do it?” Jisung huffs. 

“I can’t.” 

Jisung’s hands are instantly on him, tugging the jeans and boxers from his hips to finally reveal his cybernetics. Minho’s chest aches at the pain in Jisung’s eyes. But he gasps as he’s shoved back hard. His heart is in his throat, Jisung grabbing his thighs and jolting him to the edge of the bed. 

“Did you think I didn’t know you were lying to me?” Jisung looms over him. 

“H-how did you know?” Minho takes deep breaths. 

“When Chan hit you, your eyes glitched.” He wraps his hand around Minho’s cock, making him twitch. “I was waiting for you to betray me.” 

“I won’t betray you.” 

“Do you love me?” Jisung crawls on top of him, hand wrapping around his throat but not squeezing. 

“I do.” 

“Will you do what I say?” 

“Yes. Anything.” 

A rush of pleasure washes over him as Jisung puts pressure against his neck. His head rolls back, nail digging into the sheets. 

Jisung stands, yanking Minho up with him. “I want you to use your mouth on me.” He sheds his swim trunks. “Make me cum and maybe I won’t kill you.” 

Minho reaches up, wrapping his hand around Jisung’s cock. He looks up through his lashes. Jisung files his fingers into Minho’s hair, tugging him forward. His lips press against Jisung before he fully takes him in. He chokes as Jisung forces his cock down his throat. 

His eyes water but he tenses his throat around Jisung, making him hum in pleasure. Jisung lets go and Minho instantly begins bobbing his head. Fear of the end still itches at the back of his mind but it seems Jisung is enjoying this. He wants to make Jisung happy. Not just to keep himself alive, but because he likes to see Jisung relax in some way. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Jisung pants. “Just a little bit more.” 

Minho hollows his cheeks, weakening Jisung’s knees for a moment. He can feel Jisung tense beneath his lips but just before he can get him to cum, he’s ripped off. 

“Get on the bed. On all fours.” Jisung commands. 

Minho does as he’s told. He stares at the headboard, hearing Jisung dig through his things. His body trembles when Jisung crawls behind him, something cold pressing against his side. He closes his eyes, wondering what’s wrong with him that having a gun on him turns him on. 

Maybe it’s because this is Jisung. Because deep down, he knows Jisung won’t pull the trigger. 

Jisung sighs, resting his hand on the small of Minho’s back. “I’ve been waiting to do this with you.” 

“Please.” Minho begs but he feels a hard palm against his ass. 

“I didn’t say you could speak.” 

Minho wants to apologize but he doesn’t want to go against Jisung again. If he disobeys him, he won’t get more from Jisung. Who cares if Jisung shoots him? He just wants Jisung to fuck him. 

“At least the important parts are still there.” Jisung leans over, pressing a lube covered finger against his hole. “Since all you are to me now is a hole to fuck.” 

A moan slips from Minho’s throat as Jisung pushes the finger inside. He focuses on the feeling, a second finger added before he can get used to the first. It’s intense but Minho loves the sting. His arms struggle to keep him up when Jisung curls his fingers deep inside him. 

“Are you enjoying this?” Jisung sets the gun down to grip Minho’s hair. 

“Y-yes.” He’s flattened to his chest, face shoved into the bed. Jisung pulls his fingers out, a flat palm slamming against his ass once again. 

“You’ve made me soft, Minho. I would have killed you before but you made me love you.” Jisung flips him onto his back. “Do you enjoy fucking with me?” 

“H-honestly, a little.” 

Jisung smirks. “Oh, you little brat.” He pulls Minho forward. “Don’t worry, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be my fucking doll.” 

Minho twitches. “Yes, sir.” 

Jisung hands the gun to Minho, posing him to point it at his chest. “I want you to shoot me when we’re done.” 

Minho doesn’t move. He holds his breath, a pang in his chest. He didn’t want to hurt Jisung in this way. Through all his violent thoughts, he never wanted to break Jisung’s heart. Their closeness came naturally. Minho couldn’t stop the feelings that grew with Jisung. 

It’s a shame this will mean the end. But Minho has no one to blame but himself. He could have put himself out of his misery when Chan came for him. He could have shown his cybernetics and that would be it. He wouldn’t have met Jisung. He wouldn’t have experienced this type of love. He wouldn’t have experienced his heart being ripped from his chest. 

His hold on the gun wavers when Jisung presses the head of his cock against him. He stares in Jisung’s eyes, only seeing fire looking back. Jisung slams his hips forward, jolting Minho. 

The pace is instantly brutal. Every time Minho’s arm falls, Jisung pulls it back up. He slips out of reality, pretending the two are simply in love and are enjoying a nice vacation. This isn’t fueled by anger and betrayal. Minho gets to feel loved in such an intense way. 

“Why did you do it?” Jisung snaps him back to reality. 

“Car accident.” Minho tries to focus, his head digging into the sheets when Jisung moves his hips up to directly hit his prostate. “The same as H-Hyunjin.”

“Was it worth it?” He wraps his hand around Minho’s cock. “Having your heart replaced with metal?” 

“My heart is real. Rip my chest open and see for yourself.” 

Jisung twitches, Minho seeing his eyes gloss. But he wraps his hand around Minho’s throat, putting enough pressure to force Minho’s eyes to close. Pressure builds in his stomach. His cheeks prickle, knowing he isn’t going to last much longer. 

He would tell Jisung that he’s close but his head swirls from the lack of oxygen. The hold on his throat lessens but Jisung doesn’t pull away. He simply presses against his veins with a perfect amount of pressure. 

Jisung’s hips stutter but he doesn’t let up. Spots form in Minho’s vision, his body tensing. He whimpers before a strong orgasm rips through him. Jisung’s nails scratch against his neck, movements ceasing as warmth fills Minho. 

Minho catches his breath, cheek twitching as he stares up at Jisung. He lowers the gun to place it firmly against his temple. There’s a flash of fear in Jisung’s eyes as he wraps his finger around the trigger. 

Jisung collapses on top of him, grabbing the gun and sliding it to the floor. Minho can’t help but laugh. Why would Jisung stop him? It’s not like he’s wanted anyway. Tears collect in his lashes, spilling down as he continues his hysterics. 

He expects Jisung to stand up. To grab the gun and kill him instead. So he can have the satisfaction of ending Minho’s life. 

Jisung’s lips press against his own, Minho’s hand shaking as he caresses Jisung’s cheek. He heavies the kiss, fueled by his desperation. Jisung slides his arm around his waist and rolls him until he’s on top. Minho can’t help but grind down against him. A soft moan vibrates from Jisung. He continues to move his hips, despite overstimulation creeping through him. 

Jisung pulls from his lips, burying in the crook of Minho’s neck. He grips Minho’s hips to control the movements. His breath is hot on his skin as he pants. Minho closes his eyes, lips numbing from his heavy breathing. 

Their bodies slick with sweat. Jisung grips the back of his head, pulling him back into a kiss. They shiver at the same time, a pathetic amount of cum staining Jisung’s stomach from Minho. 

Minho falls into Jisung’s chest, eyes closing. He wonders if now Jisung will kill him. He deserves it. Nothing will ever change his mind about that. 

“You didn’t shoot me.” Jisung laughs. 

“I never will.” Minho sighs. 

“Why?” 

“Because I’m not evil.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“No.” He nuzzles into Jisung’s grasp. “I’ve thought about killing you so many times.” 

“Then I’ll have to make sure you never feel that way again.” 

“You’ll have to accept me to do that.” 

Jisung presses a kiss to Minho’s head. “I’ll accept you.” He lets out a slow breath. “Please don’t make me regret it.” 

“No promises.” 

“Are you feeling okay?” 

Minho considers lying to Jisung. Tell him he’s fine. But in reality, his body hurts. Shocks of electricity still shoot through him. He worries this will ruin him forever. “No. I’ll need to get fixed but I have no money. I'll have to take out another loan and be stuck all over again.” 

“I’ll pay for it.” 

Minho sits up and stares at Jisung. He couldn’t have heard that right. “What?” 

“As long as you promise you won’t replace your heart. I’ll pay for it.” 

“Maybe I should shoot you. Something’s wrong with your brain.” 

Jisung moves his hands to Minho’s hips, grinding him down. “It’s all your fault.”

“You can kill me about it later.” 

Chapter Text

Minho stumbles back as he opens the hotel room door, Jeongin storming inside. Jeongin grabs him by the shirt, fist flying into his cheek. He falls back into the wall to block the next hit. Jisung rushes over and pulls Jeongin back but his foot collides hard with Minho’s stomach. 

“Why did you tell him!?” Jeongin yells. “You fucking promised you wouldn't!” 

“I’m sorry.” Minho twitches, sliding to the floor as his legs weaken. "I-I panicked." 

“Bullshit.” 

"I thought I was going to die." 

"So take me down with you?" 

Jisung cautiously lets him go to answer another knock. Minho flinches when Jeongin instantly grabs him again. But his body is ripped away before he can even rear his fist back. When Minho looks up, Chan is slamming Jeongin’s body against the opposite wall. 

“Why did you lie to me?” Chan seethes, Minho seeing him shake. “Why would you do that to me?” 

“I..I’m afraid of you..” Jeongin’s voice cracks. 

Chan lets go and takes a step back. “W-what?” 

“I’m sorry..I didn’t want you to hurt me.” 

“You...really think I’d hurt you?” 

“You threaten people every day. Kill people just like me. You and Jisung both think we’re all heartless. But even with my fear, I loved you and never wanted to hurt you.” 

Chan grabs his hair and walks to the side, tears collecting in his lashes. “God damn it!” He kicks the chair at the desk. 

“I love you, Chan.” Jeongin trembles. “But if you plan to kill me now, I understand.” 

“I don’t know what to do..” 

“You don’t have to do anything. I’ll leave.” 

Chan springs forward when Jeongin steps towards the door. He grabs his wrist and pulls him back. “No. Please, don’t go. I-I can’t lose you.” 

“I lied to you.” 

“How..much was changed?” Chan asks, looking down at Jeongin.  “I-I’ve seen every inch of you and I was completely oblivious. What did you do?”

“It’s just my leg...my calf. I used my father’s savings to make sure I could hide it from you.” 

“When?” 

“My first mission with Jisung.” Jeongin looks to Jisung, who avoids eye contact. “He’s the one who took me to the hospital.” 

Chan turns to his brother. “You knew?” 

“I was 17 and scared.” Jisung sighs. “You left us alone after telling us not to fuck anything up. But I didn’t know he was getting cybernetics until it was too late.” His lip quivers. “He was so afraid of what would happen to him that I promised to watch him to make sure he never hurt anyone.” 

“Fuck.” Chan rubs his face. “Why is this happening?” 

“You’re the one who put it in our heads that every cyborg is evil.” 

“Because-” 

“I know why. But you’re wrong. We’re wrong. And I’m afraid to think about the damage we’ve done to innocent people.” 

Chan curls his fists, shoving Jisung back. Minho gasps as his wrist is grabbed and he’s yanked to the door. He tries to fight but he’s still weak from yesterday. Jisung pulls at Chan’s arm to get him to back off but freezes when Chan pulls his gun from his waistband, aiming it at his brother. 

“Chan..” Jisung puts his hands up in defense. “What are you doing?” 

“I’m going to tear him apart.” 

“What? Why?” Minho closes his eyes as Chan pulls his back against his chest, gun pressing against his temple. 

“He hasn’t hurt anyone, Chan. Please just..let him go.” Jisung’s voice trembles. 

“I don’t even understand why he’s still alive. Why didn’t you kill him?” 

“Because I love him.” 

“How sweet. You fell for the enemy.” 

“I told you, I’m not your enemy!” Minho groans. 

Chan moves his arm to Minho’s throat, putting enough pressure against it to silence him. “I’m so tired of this. I just want things to be normal.” 

“Then let him go..” Jeongin steps closer, resting a hand on Chan’s shoulder. “We can go home and relax. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.” 

“I can’t let Jisung run the company alone.” Chan trembles. 

“I’ll have Minho to protect me. You know he’s good at his job so let him continue to do it.” Jisung grabs Minho’s arm and is able to pull him away while Jeongin takes the gun from Chan’s hand. 

Chan stares at Minho. “If you hurt him, I will rip you apart wire by wire.” 

---

Minho sits on his couch, legs curled to his chest and twitching in pain. The water did serious damage to his components. He doesn’t know what to do about it. The first surgery was expensive already and he’ll most likely need to replace everything. His savings may cover one of his feet. 

He closes his eyes as a shock runs through his spine. This pain is just as bad as the accident. Is this something he can deal with until he gets enough money from work? Can he even work through this? 

He doesn’t react as the front door opens. Jisung walks in, setting his keys on the coffee table and sitting beside him like he lives here. 

“Hey.” Minho winces. 

“Do you want some help with the pain?” Jisung rests a hand on his thigh. 

“I’m not going to let you pay for anything.” 

“I can help you for free.” 

“How?” 

Jisung sighs and sits back. “You’re not gonna like it but..Jeongin has a warehouse of parts.” 

“I’m not going to be replaced with parts from a murder victim.” 

“They aren’t all victims.” 

Minho rolls his eyes, playfully kicking Jisung. “You know what I mean.” 

“You have a week to make a decision. He and Chan are leaving the country.” 

“Why don’t you just kill Changbin? That’s your threat, isn’t it?” 

“Hyunjin will take care of him.” Jisung glares. “Either you let Jeongin take care of you for free or I pay for your surgery. No other choices.” 

---

Minho stares as Jisung sits next to him, a drink in hand. He invited Minho over to discuss the surgery once again. But this time, Chan and Jeongin will be over in a minute. 

He’s glad it seems Chan didn’t decide to leave Jeognin. Maybe the brothers really can change. They don’t have to stop doing their job, though. There will always be evil people out there who need taken care of. But Minho finds peace in knowing no more innocent lives will be taken. 

Minho keeps his head low as Chan and Jeongin walk in. He expects Chan to sit next to his brother but he settles right beside Minho instead. 

“I thought you said you were sober.” Chan glares at Jisung. 

“Yeah, well. A lot of things happened.” Jisung takes a sip. 

Chan reaches over and grabs the glass out of Jisung’s hand. Minho flinches and swallows his pain as the liquid is poured over his lap. 

“Don’t drink around me, at least.” Chan sets the glass on the table. “If you test me, I’ll dump the whole bottle on him.” 

Minho curls his fingers and closes his eyes as a spark runs through him. 

“Still an asshole.” Jisung twitches. 

Jeongin stands and pulls Minho to his feet, leading him to his room. If this is even his room anymore. He falls into the bed, not caring if Jeongin sees his body. He needs to get these pants off his legs. Jeongin stays a respectful distance away. But Minho doesn’t see anything as inappropriate. He sees a doctor making sure he’s okay. 

“Okay. Okay. I-I’ll let you do the surgery. This hurts too fucking much.” Minho seriously thinks about ripping his legs off. “When can you do it?” 

“Tonight if you’d like.” Jeongin responds. “But I’m gonna have to yell at Chan first.” 

“God, he really needs that.” He laughs. “I’d say call their mom but she’d shoot us instead.” 

“Yeah, I’m not risking that. I’m fine with yelling at him instead.” 

“Are you nervous to leave with him?” 

Jeongin’s expression softens and he sits next to Minho. “I won’t pretend I’m not. I’ll always be afraid of him killing me. But I do love him and I know he truly loves me. If he didn’t, I wouldn’t have a head anymore.” 

Minho nods. “I understand. Part of me wishes Jisung had killed me but..I’m glad things are changing for the better. This job made me suicidal.” 

“You and me both.” Jeongin pulls in a sharp breath and hops up. “Anyway, meet me in my office at 8pm.” 

-

Minho looks away from the security cameras as there’s a knock on the door. He knew he was coming but feels anxious when Jisung carries in a bowl of food. 

“You don’t have to eat with us.” Jisung sets it down on the bedside table. 

“I’m getting my surgery tonight. I can’t eat.” Guilt pangs in Minho’s chest. 

“No problem. I can put this in the fridge for you. I’d rather you not be in pain.” Jisung leans down to press a kiss to Minho’s forehead. “Get some rest. When they leave, I’ll give you a show to make you feel better.” 

“Can’t wait.” 

---

Minho lies on a table, staring at the ceiling. There is part of him that worries Jeongin will kill him as soon as he’s put to sleep. Not because he thinks he’s a bad doctor. But he will never trust anyone in this company enough. The only reason he’s doing this is because it’s free and quick. 

He takes deep breaths as Jeongin places a mask over his face. Something is injected into an IV and his eyes flicker, Jeongin telling him to begin his countdown. He hates surgery. It’s...terrifying. But..when he wakes up...he’ll be better…

Minho opens his eyes, his mouth incredibly dry. He’s in a different room he’s never seen before, unsure he’s still at the office. Jisung sits next to his bed, his head instantly snapping up when Minho whines. 

“Morning, sleepy head.” Jisung smiles. 

“Do I have legs?” Minho attempts to reach for Jisung’s hand, missing and somehow hitting his chest. “Shit, he stole my depth perception.” 

“Damn. I thought I told him to make your dick bigger instead.” 

Minho looks down at himself. “Is it too small? But I’m a bottom.” 

“It’s the perfect size.” 

“Don’t make me blush.” 

“Get some rest. I need you healed so we can properly get back to work.” 

Minho groans and falls back down in his pillow. “Yes, sir.” He closes his eyes, sighing. “Jisung?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You should get sober.” 

“I don’t know if I can.” 

“Please. Try for me.” 

“Start eating more than one meal a day and I will.” 

“Deal.” 

---

Minho pops a painkiller, trying not to think about the pain of new parts attaching to his flesh. He didn’t ask for it but Jeongin covered the parts in synthetic skin. So he can at least pretend he’s normal once again. 

For years, he tried not to let his differences get to him. He was starting to get used to them. Then he started working for the company and he wanted to hide again. He needed to hide for his safety. Which made him wish he wasn’t saved from the accident. 

He feels guilty for allowing Jeongin to do such an expensive surgery for free. But it’s not like he can afford to pay him. Jeongin and Chan will be moving to Australia and he’ll be making plenty of money in some hospital or something. They’ll be leaving with a fortune anyway. Minho wouldn’t be surprised if he opened his own clinic instead. 

“Hey.” Jisung walks into his room. “Time to eat.” 

“Okay.” 

Minho fully moved in with Jisung. It hurt to leave the apartment behind but it no longer felt warming. Every time he walked in, he was rushed with bad memories. And Minho just desperately wants to heal. 

He walks into the living room, several dishes set up on the coffee table. It looks good, nearly homemade. But there’s no way Jisung made this. His brows furrow as he sees a third plate. 

“Who else is here?” Minho asks, jumping as he sees Hyunjin walking into the room, carefully holding three drinks. 

“Hi.” Hyunjin greets him, sitting down in the chair. 

“Uh..what are you doing here?” 

“I’m Jisung’s new guard.” 

“Wait..what?” He turns to Jisung. “What about me?” 

“Two different functions. You’re my personal bodyguard. Hyunjin will be watching the house.” Jisung replies. 

“Is that a good idea?” 

“I don’t have interest in taking Jisung down. He saved me in a weird..roundabout way. If Changbin tries to attack, I know how to disarm him the best.” Hyunjin grabs his food and begins eating. “I wanted to actually be useful instead of arm candy for once.” 

“He’s going to be moving into the guest room so you’ll need to move up to my bedroom.” Jisung’s hand trembles as he reaches for his drink. 

Hyunjin lifts a brow. “You don’t sleep in the same bed?” 

“I wanted to heal properly first.” Minho responds, forcing himself to take a bite with two people staring at him. “But that’s fine.” 

“Hey, you’ll get more sex this way.” Jisung nudges him. 

“Yah..Don’t talk about sex with someone else here.” 

“Don’t worry. I’ll only watch. Never join.” Hyunjin smiles. 

---

“You’ve been shaking since yesterday.” Minho stares at Jisung’s hand as he attempts to sign a check. 

“I haven’t had a drink in two days.” Jisung tosses the pen down. 

“You can’t quit cold turkey, Jisung. Not with how much you were drinking.” 

“How do you know how much I was drinking?” 

“You’re really bad at hiding empty bottles.” 

“Fuck.” 

Minho sighs and walks around the desk to sit on Jisung’s lap. “Listen, I’m proud of you for actually doing this but the way you’re going about it will do more harm than good.” 

“I already feel like I’m gonna pass out.” 

“I’m going to get you a drink.” 

Jisung huffs out in frustration. “This doesn’t make any sense.” 

“You need to wean yourself off.” 

“Whiskey, please.” Jisung grabs his head. “And buy yourself lunch.” 

Minho scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Yes, boss.” 

---

Jisung trembles, body folding in half as he lies in bed. Minho has been keeping a close eye on his stats and he doesn’t like the growing fever. He’s tried to get Jisung to slowly lower his alcohol consumption but Jisung has refused. As if he’s suddenly repulsed by the taste. 

Minho supposed that is a good thing. But he doesn’t like how sick Jisung is getting. This is exactly what he was afraid of. 

His cheeks numb as Jisung grabs his chest, Jisung’s face pales and his eyes flicker, head falling into the pillow. 

“Jisung?” Minho rushes over, grabbing his shoulders. “Jisung?” He checks his pulse. It’s low and slow. “Shit. Hyunjin! Call an ambulance!” 

He doesn’t know if Hyunjin is watching the cameras so he runs downstairs. Thankfully, Hyunjin is standing at the bottom of the stairs with his phone to his ear. 

“Yes. Thank you.” Hyunjin hangs up. “What happened?” 

“He’s a fucking dumbass.” Minho answers before running back up to the room. 

He holds Jisung close, Jisung’s breathing labored. It hurts his heart. Jisung shouldn’t be suffering like this. He should have listened to Minho. Minho went through the same thing when he got sober. But as much as he wants to yell at Jisung, he wants to make sure he’s okay first. 

Minho keeps a close eye on him until Hyunjin lets two EMTs into the room. He struggles to let him go but he knows he needs help. It makes him nauseous watching Jisung’s frail body being hoisted onto a board and carried out in an instant. 

“He better not fucking die from this.” Minho stares. 

“He won’t.” Hyunjin pulls him to his feet. 

“You don’t know that. Don’t give me promises like that.” 

“There was a lot more damage he could have done to his body. Trust me, my father was an alcoholic. He drank every day for most of my life. When he quit, it killed him because of the shock to his organs. Jisung hasn’t gotten that bad.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. He was awful.” Hyunjin leads him downstairs, grabbing his keys and ushering Minho to his car. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that...I’m sorry your life has been so awful..” Minho crawls into the passenger’s seat. 

“Aren’t all our lives awful, here?” 

“I’ve been working on making mine better..” 

“Me too. And once Jisung gets better, we will continue our better lives.” 

“You better be right. I might kill you if you aren’t.” 

“I’ll give you my gun to do it.” 

---

Jisung takes hard breaths, barely awake as he lies in the hospital bed. Minho sits beside him, head in his hand. Thank fuck he’s alright. Minho wouldn’t know what to do without him. If Jisung died, he would be completely alone in this world. He’d have nothing left to live for. Too many wounds to his heart. 

“Are you overthinking?” Jisung asks, voice quiet. 

“When am I not?” Minho responds. 

“I’m fine. Just a little dumb.” 

“Right.” 

“Hey, don’t agree.” He smiles but it falls. “I’m trying to get better for you. I’m sorry I did it wrong.” 

“It’s okay. I’m just worried. I can’t lose you.”

“I’ve been shot, caught on fire, run over, and stabbed. This isn’t what will take me out.” 

“Set on fire?” 

“Chan was a very reckless kid.” 

“Oh my god?” 

“Don’t worry, I’ve never let him live it down.” He sighs. “Saying goodbye to him is going to hurt.” 

Minho carefully takes his hand, pulling it up for a kiss. “He’ll be safe. You can call or visit as much as you want.” 

“When can I get out of here? I need a fucking drink.” 

“You piss me off.” 

“Good.” 

---

Minho can’t grab his fork as Hyunjin and Jisung stare at him. He huffs, sitting back in frustration. “Please stop watching me eat.” 

“Sorry.” Hyunjin snaps his head down and begins eating his own food. 

“I want to make sure you’re actually going to eat.” Jisung frowns, face still pale. 

“I don’t starve myself, Jisung. I just hate when people watch me.” 

“That’s a lie.” 

“I know.” He sighs, grabbing the silverware. “But please don’t make it so obvious. I can’t deal with that yet.” 

“I understand. I’m sorry.” 

Minho stares forward, still feeling Jisung’s eyes on him. But he manages to take a bite. It’s fine. He’s eaten in front of Jisung before. This is no different. He’s fine. 

“Why do you struggle to eat?” Hyunjin asks and Minho lowers his fork. “Sorry. Sorry. Um, I’m not looking.” 

Minho forces himself to take a bite. The food tastes fine. But he can see Jisung smiling at him in his peripheral. “It’s not like...what you think. I just hate being watched. I eat so little because half of my stomach is fake.” 

“Oh.” Hyunjin lowers his head. “I’m sorry. I never knew the accident fucked you up so badly.” 

“You know, I tried finding your ex for years? All I had was a name from his insurance company but could never find any information on him.” 

“He’s a spy. You’ll never find him. I’m sure he was also using his alias.” 

“Yeah. You said Felix but I was told Yongbok. That’s why I used it as a fake name.” 

“Hm. He never told me that one.” 

“Hey.” Jisung interrupts. “You’re distracting him.” He turns to Minho. “You need to take more than one bite.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Sorry..”  

---

Jisung closes his eyes as he hugs Chan. Minho feels awkward standing to the side. He isn’t going to miss Chan. He may miss Jeongin a bit. But he knows Jisung is going to struggle with this. Jisung and Chan are close, even with all their issues. 

But this is for the best. They need to go somewhere safe. Minho wonders if he and Jisung should move as well. They aren’t safe now that they’ve destroyed Seo Financial’s reputation. 

Jisung sniffles, trying to hide his tears as he pulls away. “You better fucking call and text and send gifts and be fucking safe.” 

“I promise.” Chan pets the top of his head. “If you ever need anything, I’ll fly back in a heartbeat.” 

Jisung nods and turns to Jeongin, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you for everything.” 

“Don’t make me cry.” Jeongin responds.

Chan walks over to Minho. He braces for Chan to punch him or something. But he jumps as Chan’s arms wrap around him. 

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done.” Chan says quietly. “I’ll kill you if you hurt him.” 

“I know.” Minho twitches a smile as they step apart. “I look forward to your growth.” 

After a few more minutes of not wanting to really say goodbye, Chan and Jeongin finally make their exit. Jisung tries his best not to cry as he sits on the couch. He stares at the floor and Minho assumes he’s going to ask him to make him a strong drink. 

And if Jisung wasn’t one week sober, he’d make him one. 

“I’m changing the company.” Jisung says. 

Minho sits beside him, wrapping his arm around Jisung’s shoulders. “How so?” 

“We’re gonna go after the predatory loan sharks. The ones who do what we were doing. What Changbin made us do. I can’t...I can’t keep doing this..” 

“What about your mom?” 

“I told her the truth.” Jisung sighs and Minho’s stomach twists. 

“Like..you told her about..me?” 

“Yeah. But I waited until she signed the company over to me completely.” He forces a smile. “She hasn’t spoken to me since.” 

“Jisung..” 

“Don’t worry. I still feel like I’m doing the right thing.” He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Minho’s lips. “And I love you enough to not let it get to me.” 

“I love you.” Minho pulls him into another kiss, this one much heavier as his hand slips between Jisung’s thighs. 

“Guys, I’m still here.” Hyunjin clears his throat. 

---

Minho smooths his dress shirt, staring at himself in the mirror. He’s never been on a date before. But he’s excited for tonight. Jisung is taking him to a fancy restaurant. He feels fancy. Jisung got this suit tailored to him so he feels a lot more confident. 

It’s amazing what nice clothes can do. He’s never had anything other than second hand. He wore nice clothing for work at times but they were still found at a thrift store and not the right size. He’s amazed anyone took him seriously. 

Jisung walks out from the bathroom, his tie loose around his neck. “Damn, your ass looks good in those pants. 

Minho looks down and feels his cheeks flush. “T-thanks.” 

“Don’t forget your tie.” 

“Oh, um. I don’t know how to tie it.” He grabs it from the bed and gives his best soft eyed look. “Jisungie, could you please help me?” 

“Oh. I like when you act helpless.” 

Minho smiles as Jisung walks over and takes the tie. He stares at Jisung, feeling a spark of warmth in his chest at the simple gesture. It’s nice. He’s being taken care of in a small way but it means the world to him. And he isn’t sure Jisung realizes how much this means to him. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Jisung kisses him. “I’ll tie every tie for you.” 

“You’re not going to teach me?” 

“No. I like doing things for you.” 

Minho begins to reply but he’s cut off by a low growl from his stomach. “I’m..really hungry..” 

Jisung smiles. “Let’s go, then.” 

It doesn’t take long for them to get to the restaurant. Minho feels completely out of place. But his worries are whisked away when Jisung takes his hand. They’re led to a table in a back room. And Minho forgot for a moment that Jisung is still rich despite the loans and changes to the company. 

Minho hasn’t been treated well in a decade. So he isn’t sure what to do with himself. 

They sit and look at the menu. Minho tries not to focus on the prices. But Christ it’s difficult not to see them. He really isn’t sure what to order. He guesses if Jisung is okay with it, he’ll get some steak. Though maybe he should get something small. He’s already pushing himself to eat in public again for the first time in a while. Even if this shouldn’t really count as being in public. 

They order and Jisung excuses himself to go to the bathroom. Minho tries to bury himself in his phone to pass the awkward time. At least he’s hidden. 

He looks up as Jisung walks back in a few moments later. But he squints as Jisung instantly reaches for his drink, swishing it around his mouth. 

“I’m going to order a glass of wine.” Jisung says, speaking away from him. 

“Jisung…” Minho sighs. “Did you drink?” 

“No.” 

“Don’t lie to me.” 

Jisung huffs but lowers his head. “It wasn’t much. I’m just...missing Chan and I’m scared of the future.” 

Minho reaches across the table to take his hand. “Your future is bright. You’ve already taken big steps towards making it better. This is just a stumble.” 

“I don’t want to disappoint you. But this progress is going to be slow.” 

“Don’t worry, I have patience.” 

The two look up as the waitress comes in with their food. Minho smiles at her when she rests her hand on his shoulder. 

“Enjoy your meal, love.” She says, completely ignoring Jisung. “I’ll be here for anything you might need.” 

She leaves and Jisung glares. 

“What was that?” Jisung asks. 

Minho lifts a brow. “What? She tried to flirt with me. It’s fine.” 

“You’re fine with someone flirting with you?” 

“Do you seriously think she has a chance?” 

“You still shouldn’t let her flirt with you. You’re mine.” 

“Oh? And what will happen if I don’t stop her?” 

---

Minho gasps as Jisung pushes him against the bedroom door. Their lips slam together, Jisung tugging at Minho’s tie like a leash. Minho easily allows him to lead him to the bed, sitting on the edge as he’s pushed down. He stares up with expectant eyes. 

Jisung leans in front of him, giving one more soft kiss before harshly pulling at the tie to push Minho into his chest. 

“I want you to undress me.” Jisung rests his hand under Minho’s chin. 

“Yes, sir.” Minho replies, reaching up to Jisung’s tie. 

His movements are slow, wanting to make Jisung impatient. He starts working on the buttons of Jisung’s shirt. And instead of bothering Jisung, he finds himself wanting Jisung naked already. 

He gets the shirt open and whines as he attempts to pull Jisung on top of him. Jisung catches himself, yanking Minho’s tie to stop him. 

“Don’t rush.” Jisung glares. 

“Sorry.” 

“Sorry, what?” He grabs Minho’s chin and pulls his face up. 

“Sorry, sir.” 

“Good boy. Continue.” 

Minho reaches for his zipper, hoping Jisung doesn’t notice he’s rushing a bit. He can’t help but palm Jisung after sliding his pants down his legs. Jisung finishes taking his clothes off, leading Minho back onto the bed. Their lips connect, Jisung keeping a tight hold on Minho’s tie. 

“Please.” Minho whimpers as Jisung grinds against him. 

“Please what, Minho?” Jisung tugs the tie off. 

“Please fuck me.” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go fuck that waitress instead?” 

“Yes. I’m sure.” 

“Wrists together.” 

Minho easily complies. His wrists are bound together with his tie. Jisung unbuttons his shirt, exposing his chest. Minho’s stomach twists when he reaches for his zipper. Jisung hasn’t seen him naked since the surgery. He’s been hiding his legs since. He doesn’t know if Jisung knows his cybernetics are hidden.

Jisung stares as he slides the fabric over his thighs. “Minho..” 

“You can look at me now without being disgusted.” 

“No. I-I love you no matter what. You didn’t have to do this for me.” 

“I didn’t do it. It was a bonus.” Minho’s cheek twitches. “But I have to tell you..he attached nerves to them too.” 

Jisung smirks. “Oh yeah?” He moves back and leans down, pressing his lips against the artificial skin. “So you can feel that?” 

“Y-yeah.” 

Minho gasps as Jisung’s teeth sink into his inner thigh. He closes his eyes, head rolling back. This is the first time he’s felt touches like this. It feels amazing. He doesn’t want it to stop. But unfortunately Jisung pulls away. 

He watches as Jisung crawls off the bed, reaching over to grab his own tie from the floor. His ankles are grabbed and pushed together. Jisung ties them into a beautiful knot. Minho knows he can’t get out of these bindings on this own. And he loves it. 

“Now you can’t leave me.” Jisung rolls him onto his stomach, posing him on his knees. “You need to know you’re mine and only mine.” 

Minho sits in anticipation. He groans as Jisung’s palm collides his his ass. 

“Do you know who you belong to?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“How do you feel? Nothing too tight?” 

“No, sir. I feel good.” 

“Perfect. You’re going to tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any point, right?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good boy.” 

Jisung reaches into his nightstand, pulling out a bottle. Minho waits patiently. He feels Jisung grip his ass in a possessive hold. He will never deny that he belongs to Jisung. Not that he’d ever want to. He loves him. He loves being told he is Jisung’s. 

Minho lets out a soft whimper as Jisung presses a cold finger against him. It’s hard to stay sitting up but he sits still like the good boy he is. He closes his eyes, Jisung’s movements rough. Just like last week. But this time, Minho isn’t in fear. Isn’t in danger. He truly gets to feel Jisung while knowing he isn’t hurting Jisung’s heart. 

“I never want you to say you’re fine with someone flirting with you again.” Jisung adds a second finger, instantly curling them deep inside Minho. “Do you understand? You’re mine and mine only. You shouldn’t even let someone look at you with want in their eyes.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

Jisung pushes his flat, his arms stuck underneath him. “Tell me you made a mistake allowing someone to flirt with you.” 

“I made a mistake. I’ll never let someone else flirt with me.” 

“Who do you belong to?” 

“You. Only you.” Minho gasps as Jisung pushes his cock deep inside him. “I love you.” 

“My sensitive baby. I love you too.” 

Minho wishes he could lay on his back. He wants to kiss Jisung. But he will absolutely settle for Jisung lying against his back and burrowing in his neck. Jisung wraps one hand around his throat, his other arm snaking around his waist. It pulls them as close as possible. It reminds Minho he should only ever be close to Jisung. 

Jisung’s movements are slow but rough, each thrust going deep inside him. Minho buries his face in the bed sheet, drool pooling past his lips. He’s is heaven. He never wants this to end. And he can’t believe it doesn’t have to. He doesn’t have to stop loving Jisung. He doesn’t have to fear the worst when he’s with him. This life truly feels worth living again. 

He never expected things to go this far. In the beginning, he hated Jisung. Wanted him dead. But now he never let his mind slip into that darkness. He knows they’re going to protect each other for as long as possible. 

“Fuck.” Jisung attacks his shoulder in bites. “I can’t believe I get to love you.” 

“I love you so much.” 

“All mine. Forever.” He moves his hand to grip the back of Minho’s head, craning his neck to the side for a kiss. “The man who tried to betray me.” 

“I’ll never do it again.” 

“I know. I’d kill you in an instant.” 

“Fuck Please.” 

“Please what, Minho?” Jisung sits up and grips his hips, instantly speeding his pace. “Use your words.” 

Minho moans into the bed, forgetting every word in existence. But at the same time, Jisung is doing exactly what he wanted. 

“Minho?” Jisung’s palm strikes his thigh, Minho whimpering at the sting for the first time in his life. 

“Please, don’t stop.” 

“How’d I get so lucky to have you?” 

Jisung wraps his hand around Minho’s cock, and Minho’s head swirls. He isn’t going to last long. And thankfully, Jisung’s movements are starting to slow. His back arches as nails drag across his skin, Jisung marking him even more. 

He wishes the marks were permanent. He wonders if he could ask Jisung to mark him every day to remind him who he belongs to. 

His body tenses, a strong orgasm ripping through him. Jisung sinks his teeth in his shoulder before stilling his movements completely. Minho expects Jisung to untie him. But he’s rolled on his back, Jisung crawling on top of him. 

“Think you can keep going?” Jisung asks, gently kissing his lips. 

“No. I just..want to be held for awhile.” Minho quietly replies. “If that’s okay?” 

“Of course it’s okay. I want to give you everything you want.” 

“Everything?” 

“Name it and I’ll do it.” 

“I want you to promise that you’ll never fire me.” 

“I promise. Anything else?” 

“Tell Hyunjin I’m the only one who gets access to the secret cameras.” 

Jisung laughs, nodding. “Got it.” 

‘Wait, there are secret cameras?’