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"Hey, babe! Here to finally catch me? I'm honored!" The man in a sleeveless black leather coat who was perched on one of the railings of the museum's third floor cooed as he saw the smaller man make his entrance down below at the ground floor. "Ah, too bad though." He raised his left hand, a golden ring with diamonds decorating it wrapped around his ring finger. "I have to take this with me and add it to my collection."
He gritted his teeth and growled as he looked up at him. "Don't call me that! Get down here and let me beat you up!"
The man above moaned playfully and hugged himself. "So aggressive, Gloss! Ah! Although I want to play with you, I have some-"
"I swear, Shadow!" He pulled his fingerless glove off his right hand and directed it above, bolts of ice immediately forming and slashing through the air only for them to get avoided by the said Shadow.
Shadow balanced his feet on the railing and effortlessly walked on it, he didn't have any mask to cover his face unlike Yoongi, the smaller man who went with the name Gloss, but as his name presented him, the museum's light above didn't help to reveal his face off the low hood and the shadow it cast.
Yoongi wore his ripped jeans with an equally ripped jacket above his white shirt and a mask made of considerably thin ice that covered the upper half of his face. Safe to say to no one could even recognize him even with his lack of disguise as Yoongi's black hair would change to white blond whenever he became Gloss.
For years, Yoongi had helped the city, its nearby neighbors and everyone residing them by catching criminals on the loose and protecting them from people who dare to disrupt the city's peace with their own abilities, abilities similar to his in a sense. But Shadow, the little piece of shit who thought he could simply play around with Yoongi by stealing jewelries from famous shops and museums, was not as dangerous as the ones he normally dealt with but he was more than a fucking menace for him personally.
"Aw... You missed!" Although his face was covered, Yoongi didn't miss insulting grin he showed. Yoongi was far pissed off. "Losing our touch, babe? That's no good!"
"Shut up!" Yoongi raised his feet and created steps made of ice to run up above and chase Shadow who laughed as he ran backwards facing him. Shadow was always mocking him and he was so infuriating, always making his blood boil. Yoongi held on to the railing and his ice ran to coat the metal, making Shadow yelp as he slipped off, his body disappearing from Yoongi's sight in seconds. He ran up ahead to where his enemy had disappeared from and looked down to check if he did fall down.
Shadow didn't have any abilities. He didn't create poison out of his vomit nor make things corrode with a single touch but his balance was extraordinary, not inhuman but quite close to it, and his hands were trained to use anything he held to be his weapon although he usually used different kinds of knives. He wasn't that different with other people like Yoongi who had abilities. How did Yoongi know? The damned bastard babbled it to him during their first encounter, that day when Shadow also said, "Oh, my goodness. This is love at first sight."
Not expecting for Shadow to suddenly emerge from below, Yoongi was caught off his guard and the man stole a kiss from his lips as he whipped his hand to slot knives through the concrete of the railing of the next floor above them. Shadow licked his lips. "Sweet." Before Yoongi could even manage to remove his hood off or pull him for a punch, he laughed and gripped on the railing between them, then pushed himself up and grabbed to hold the slotted knives, pushing himself up again to step on the railing on the floor above them. Furiously wiping his lips, he looked up and saw Shadow looking down on him. "Rafflesia's in the city, you know!"
"What?!"
"Rafflesia, you know, that girl with the red hair, is in the city. She's going to knock the whole police department out tonight in..." Shadow looked at his wrist, the silver watch around it shined under light, and hummed. "An hour. If I heard correctly, she's also going to set the whole place on fire before, you know, the usual havoc and all that jazz."
"Why did you just say that?! You fucker-"
"But you started attacking me, babe! I tried!"
"Stop calling me that, you- Just get down there! Forget I'm chasing you down tonight! I'm taking your bike!"
As much as Yoongi didn't like Shadow, the man only loved stealing and not attacking his people as he said that he couldn't care less about civilians so he didn't exactly hate him. Shadow relayed him messages, ratted out enemies, and helped him locate criminals, even catch them. At some point, Yoongi hoped he would just protect the city with him without stealing and giving him unnecessary trouble. If he weren't so fucking full of himself and sly, and he didn't make his life miserable almost every night whenever he decided to steal, he would've liked him more.
"Stop groping my chest!"
Shadow whined behind him as they both rode the black bike with Yoongi driving. He lowered his hand to hug his waist instead. Yoongi tried to peek behind him because he knew now that Shadow's hood was down because of the wind but the man pressed face on Yoongi's nape, making him unable to turn. "Don't try to sneak a look of my face, babe, and keep your eyes on the road. Dying together sounds good to me but not today, not in the middle of the road. We still have not made love yet, too."
Yoongi had given up and only shook his head, now concentrating on getting as fast as he could without violating laws to get to the police department.
They did manage to have the police department safe from Rafflesia, caught her and finally put her into custody in the city's special prison for people abusing their abilities like her but not unscathed. Wounds and bruises littered on his skin and the worst was he got fucking slapped by Rafflesia right on his cheek. Shadow did almost cut her hands when he got her pinned on the ground, beating her up and screaming, "How dare you slap him, you nasty bitch?!" He had to separate them and talk some sense to Shadow.
"Didn't you once say you don't like blood?"
"I don't like blood." Shadow hummed as crouched in front of Yoongi who was leaning back on a wall, tired out and beat up. Shadow was in a better condition than him, only dirt covered his exposed skin and he only had a little cut on his left upper arm caused by Rafflesia's sharp vine. "I only like seeing it flow and drip out of you. If I'm the one who caused it, of course. Those who hurt you? I like seeing their blood, too. You're mine, Gloss. Only mine."
"You're fucking crazy."
"I am! Crazy for you!" He cackled before standing up and walking over to where his bike was. "See you soon, babe!" Shadow was gone within seconds with his bike and Yoongi cursed himself for being so careless. He had so many fucking wounds and bruises and he was so sure he was going to get scolded by his roommate once again.
"Min Yoongi."
"Shit." Yoongi whispered as his roommate, Kim Seokjin, stood in the hallway of their shared dorm room, wearing one of his knitted sweaters with a book in his hand and his glasses on top of his nose. Of course, the older was studying so late. He really was going to get scolded. "Good evening, hyung."
"It's two in the morning and you're covered with wounds and bruises. Again."
"I..." Yoongi sighed as he walked past the older. "Sorry. Got caught up in a fight. Again."
As Seokjin tended to his wounds, a first aid kit on his side while carefully cleaning the said wounds with antiseptic, while grumbling about stupid roommates and their inability to stay out of fights, Yoongi just longingly stared at the older.
If Yoongi were to put his feelings in a more accurate example, Seokjin was one of the many reasons why he continued to protect the city with all of his self. Sure, it had only been months since the academic year and the day they roomed together started but Yoongi had a massive crush over the older, certainly like and close to falling in love. It was not hard to, it was easy and almost felt natural. The older was caring and he took effort looking after him for the past months.
"There's never a week of you without wounds and bruises. The least, a small patch on your temple and the worst, a sling around your neck and a crutch."
Yoongi chuckled. "Are you tired of patching me up at least and staying with me in the hospital at worst?"
Seokjin looked up to him, he had finished wrapping up the bandage around Yoongi's left leg with a gauze covering his biggest wound. "Not really. Aren't you tired of having yourself beat up?"
"Not really." It was for the citizens and the city, for the older, after all.
Seokjin patted Yoongi's knees and stood up, also leaving a softer pat on his cheek. Yoongi mentally screamed, containing his voice over the pain as Seokjin unknowingly hit the side of his face where Rafflesia had landed a slap earlier.
"I'm going back to my room since I still have a few chapters left to finish reading. There's soup, still quite warm, in the kitchen so wash the dishes and clean up after you eat, alright?" He sternly looked down on Yoongi. "You know the rules." Yoongi nodded. Seokjin was about to finally lock himself up but he turned back once again as he hugged the ajar door. "Hey, Yoongi."
"Yeah?"
"When you're done with the soup, you can disturb me." He offered, shy and a little unsure. "Honestly, I think I'm going insane with all the readings I've been doing. Need a short break with, you know, a movie."
"Okay, hyung. I'll be knocking in an hour or so." When Seokjin had finally disappeared to his room, Yoongi slumped back on the couch and continued staring at the older's room's door with a small smile playing on his lips. "Ah... Why does he have to be like that? So damn cute."
As Yoongi ate the soup the older had left for him, his black hair turned white blond once again as he formed sheets of thin ice to cover all his bruises as he usually did to ease the burning feeling of them. He always did prefer the coldness of his ability's product. After eating, he did everything as what Seokjin told him to do. Usual task. Making the ice be gone off his cheek, Yoongi winced as he touched his cold skin, looking at the mirror in the bathroom. "She did slap me real good. No mark though. Thank goodness."
Three knocks and Yoongi heard the door unlock. Seokjin himself opened the door for him and his room was dimly lighted except for his desk, Yoongi noted as he sat on the corner of the bed. The older did take his academics seriously, a hard worker for he was like that.
"Hyung... What is that?" Yoongi squinted at the red stain on Seokjin's sweater's upper arm.
Seokjin tilted his head to look at it. "Ah. Must be the ketchup from earlier. I ate chicken." He chuckled as he stood up from where he was sat and moved his laptop closer to Yoongi. "I'll just get myself cleaned up."
"You don't need to, hyung. It's just small."
"I don't like geting dirty. Just pick a movie, Yoongi, and I'll be back." Yoongi shrugged and scanned through the movies, missing the pained expression Seokjin had, gripping on his upper arm, and the shine of his silver watch when the sleeve of his sweater had ridden up as he made his way to the bathroom.
"Huh... I think I've heard someone say that before..." And Yoongi remembered the bastard with an insulting grin, playing with his knives as he sat on his black bike. He frowned as he clicked on the folder where Seokjin had his movies. "I'm going to catch him one day and wipe that grin off his face."