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“Mimi-ya, are you sure you’re okay doing it? You can say no, you know.”
Dokyeom–Lee Seokmin, although he rarely used that name, nowadays–grinned. “It’s okay, Hyung. Me and Jeonghan-hyung aren’t as well known as you and the other. We won’t be caught,” he reassured the older man. Even then, S.Coups was still hesitant. Sneaking into the enemy's rank was dangerous; everyone knew that. Getting caught equal dying–or fate worse than death, even. Unfortunately, in their crew, most of them had… their own fame.
Jun and The8–their precious Myungho–were public figures with recognizable faces. Joshua always followed S.Coups, acting as his secretary; S.Coups himself was already infamous for being himself . Then there were Wonwoo and Mingyu, the two guard dogs, whose fame was on par with S.Coups in their world…
So there were only him and Jeonghan left.
Jeonghan gave his spouse a lazy smile. “If we perished, you got your reason to go berserk. But worry not, Cheollie-ya, I’ll be safe with Dokyeomie around.”
S.Coups swallowed back his complaint. Frowning deep, he did not avert his eyes from them. “Send signals immediately when things go awry, you hear me?”
Dokyeom gave him a cute peace sign. “Lee Dokyeom, off to mission! We’ll send report regularly, do treat us to buffet when we return~”
And that was two years ago.
Yesterday, the two’s missions were officially over. Dokyeom, who was unemployed after indirectly ending the life of his employer, was currently taking his sweet time lying on Joshua’s lap–on the sofa. On his tummy. While scrolling his SNS feeds. With Joshua’s hand on his back, patting not unlike trying to make a baby sleep.
“Hyung, I suddenly feel sleepy.”
“Go to sleep then.”
“I don’t want to sleep yet! I still want to play!”
Joshua chuckled. His patting on Dokyeom’s back intensified. “Little Baby, go to sleep early.”
“Nooo this baby doesn't want to sleep! Take him out to play somewhere fuuun–”
“Is being with me not fun?” Joshua put on his puppy eyes. Dokyeom hurriedly stared straight at the wall of their living room. Ah, how he missed that wallpaper…
Skillfully rolling down to the floor, Dokyeom then got up and put his hand on his waist. “I’m off to bother Hoshi-hyung! See you later, Shua-hyuuung!”
Then off he went, merrily, to their apartment’s door.
Or so he wanted to.
Dokyeom was stopped not even a step away, because the only other person in this room hugged him from behind and rested his head agaisnt Dokyeom’s back. Whining, “But I still miss my Mimi… Why is my Mimi in a hurry to get away from me…?”
Dokyeom cleared his throat, loudly. “This humble one! Will not be swayed! By such pitiful voice! This one shall go forth to visit a mountain tiger!”
Ah. Dokyeom could feel Joshua humming against his back. He could also feel a kiss landing right in the middle of his spine.
To say Dokyeom was not affected would be a lie.
A big fat lie.
He could also feel a smirk forming on the older man’s face; along with the stare that will crush anyone’s sanity and will to be free.
Dokyeom tried his best to ignore–he did his best pretending not to care.
Alas, all his attempts were in vain.
Sniffling, he wiped the tears that were pooling on his eyes. To the devil incarnate who refused to let him go, Dokyeom pleaded, “Shua-hyung, have mercy on me. You didn’t stop until dawn last time, my back is going to break at this rate…”
Behind his back, Dokyeom’s beloved Shua-hyung smiled his trademark smile.
Not so demurely, but definitely cutely.