Work Text:
Seungsik bursts into the small apartment, desperately trying to catch his breath, coming to a halt with Hanse right behind him. He turns and leans against the wall next to Hanse, listening for any other footsteps. It seems like they haven’t been followed.
Hanse turns to him and grins, a glint in his eyes. “Did you get it?”
Seungsik reaches into his pocket and slowly brings out the necklace they just stole. Hanse’s grin widens and he reaches for the jewellery, letting it slide between his fingers.
“Well done, babe.” He whispers, eyes finding Seungsik’s.
Seungsik blushes and pushes the necklace into Hanse’s hands. “It was a team effort. I couldn't have done it without your distraction.”
He remembers it too vividly, Hanse spinning around in the giant hall, laughing like a mad man, gun in his hand. He looked absolutely gorgeous. Seungsik was mesmerised for a moment, almost forgetting the task at hand.
“I bet this would look stunning on you.” Hanse breaks Seungsik out of his spell, and his eyes focus on the necklace in his hand.
Hanse holds up the necklace to Seungsik’s neck, the cold metal hitting his throat and he swallows as Hanse’s hands reach around to fasten the clip at the back. He’s sure it looks absolutely ridiculous, in combination with the black shirt and his fishnet sleeves, but Hanse looks at him as though he is the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and it makes his head spin.
He bites his lip in anticipation as Hanse's fingers slowly trace the necklace from the back of his neck to his throat, then down past his chest and stomach, coming to a rest on his hips. His grip tightens and he pushes Seungsik against the wall, surging forward to kiss him.
It’s messy, they’re both still out of breath and sweaty from the run and the adrenaline is still pumping through their veins, making the kiss even more desperate. Hanse licks into his mouth, and then breaks away to latch onto his neck, hands pulling his shirt up over his stomach.
“We should go see where the others are.” Seungsik says, making no moves to stop Hanse from pulling off his shirt.
The necklace is lifted for a moment, but falls back down against his bare skin, making him shiver. Hanse leans forward, pressing his lips against his neck, right under his ear.
“The others can wait.” He whispers, and Seungsik nods, not needing any more convincing, allowing himself to get lost in Hanse’s kisses and touch.