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“Chan? Channie Hyung, are you here?” Jeongin shook Chan out of his trance, he was looking at the files presented in front of him but his mind was somewhere else, perhaps with someone else.
“Yeah, I am.” He said breaking from his thoughts and changing his focus to the paper in his hands.
‘Lee Minho,25.’ on the right corner of the page caught his eyes and settled something heavy on his stomach.
His attention was quickly robbed by his subordinate.
“He has been doing these things a lot lately, and not even under the radar. There's things ranging from little frauds to actual robberies.
I can't believe that even the people aren't reacting.” Jeongin shook his head rubbing his temples as Changbin said about the infamous criminal of the area.
Chan sat back with his head in his hands, trying to soothe away the coming headache.
“We need a way Hyung, this can't go on. We need to catch him before the complaints start piling up.” Jeongin sighed out leaving Chan's office.
Chan sat idle breathing out a relief as he refused the offer to eat lunch together and leaned forward.
He rubbed his eyes with the palms of hand, trying to relax to regain the amount of sanity and his determination back.
His techniques only took him far as his phone started ringing. The only person who would call right now, in the middle of the day, was none other than the criminal who's trying to steal his heart along with trying to break the bank lockers.
He reluctantly put his hand into the pocket of his loosely stitched pant, pulling his phone out
And ofcourse it's Minho.
He slid the green button to the left, putting it close to his ear.
“Hello,Min. What do you want?” Chan asked.
“What?? No my bun bun or darling? Just Min? What is with you Mr Bang?” A voice he was starting to get familiar with answered back.
Chan was trying his hardest to not slip a smile.
“I'm at work.”
“Of course you are, you are always at work.
You don't even come to me anymore.”
Chan can see the scrunch on his face and furrowed eyebrows in his mind clearly.
“Really? I wouldn't have to be here all the time if someone just stopped robbing banks.” Chan said in the most teasing voice he could muster.
“Oye, stop coming for my ass then. You won't have to sit there all day..” The man on the other side complained.
“But I love your ass.” Chan smiled a bit while answering.
“Exactly you love my ass” Minho said with a smirk.
“Alright, what do you want, Lee?” Chan asked, leaning back on his chair knowing exactly what it was.
“Don't play dumb, Bang. You know what I want.” The answer from the other end made Chan's lips quirk a bit.
“Really? Tell me then,” He asked back with a smirk growing on his face.
“You, my place, tonight, at usual time.” Minho finished in one breath.
“You could have just said tha-” the line went dead before Chan could continue.
“Hello?”
“Hello?”
He put down on the phone sighing at his antics with a smile he couldn't shake off.He leaned back on his uncomfortable office chair, thinking about all the things that led him to this.
Here he was Mr.Bang Chan, a renowned police officer , a man of his principles but also a man who was whipped for the biggest criminal in his city.
Sure, Minho’s crimes significantly reduced after their meet-ups but Chan secretly hoped no one noticed that his dark circles were fading along with Minho's crimes.
Their bi-day meet-ups can be a pain in the ass in the future if Minho gets caught, but Chan decided to ignore it so he could be the cause of pain in ‘someone's’ ass.
Chan slowly got up from his seat and stretched, noticing his lunch was way overdue he picked up his keys and waved a bye to his co-workers. He didn't want to eat anything in that cafeteria, at least Changbin and Jeongin got someone in their homes to make something for them.
The thought of the tasteless food and happy families left a bad taste in his mouth. One he despised and the other he craved.
What is the use of being the best in the field, if there is no one for him to hold?
That's how he found Minho, on a cold evening, while Chan was craving warmth Minho gave him more.
He couldn't admit it, he shouldn't do it, yet his heart was not willing to stay in his hands, it was in Minho's since that day. Though he'd never admit it, that warmth left him yearning for more.
Chan started the ignition and went to the nearest restaurant to eat something that will last him for a day. He should be thinking about his city,his cases,his work, and yet his mind was in a hurry to reach Minho's doorstep.
The food filled his stomach as the thoughts of someone filled his mind.
He left quickly after paying, eyes never leaving the clock, ‘2:30 pm’. He just has to wait until 6 and he can go (Minho's) home.
Trotting back to his office, he could feel the headache creeping in as he stepped inside.
The piled up files, the crappy coffee machine and his uncomfortable hell of a chair was not what he was a big fan of.
He saw Jeongin at his cabin door, fidgeting with his fingers nervously not looking around but still anxious.
“Hey, what happened ,In-ah?” Chan asked in a whisper, ushering Jeongin inside his office because he can't be unprofessional outside even if he knows him from a young age.
“ I need your help ,Hyung.” Jeongin said slowly.
“I'm listening,”
“I'm going to ask Hannie Hyung..”, the boy man infront of him had stars in his eyes.
“Go for it In-ah, he loves you and you love him. You guys deserve to be together forever. I'm proud of you guys.” Chan said with an untamable smile and pride in his heart.
“I know Hyung. Hannie Hyung deserves the world and I wish I could give it to him. Will you help me with some duties..?” Jeongin asked him with a glint in his eyes.
“And that is..”
“Will you be my maid of honour but the dude one?” His smile could defeat the moon, Chan was sure about that.
“You mean the best man? Yes,yes I will be.” He returned with a smile.
“Thank you Hyung” Jeongin hugged the older man with nothing but happiness.
Chan was happy, so was his little brother that wasn't his brother.
They chatted for an hour and Chan's eyes still searched for the non stopping clock hands on his wrist and on the wall simultaneously, wishing it would move faster if he stared long enough.
He waited impatiently for the clock to strike 6 so he could leave.
Maybe he should actually be working because his reputation in solving and arresting had been praised and is expected but at times when someone is there waiting for him, he'd rather keep his promises to that one person.
The moment the crooked clock hit 6 Chan was out. His keys were gone, files untouched, bag was gone and his chair idle in the other corner of the office rather than near the table where it should be.
He reached Minho's at 6.30 pm sharp, expecting a big welcome Chan wasn't disappointed.
“You are earlier than expected.” Minho mused while stirring something in a pot.
“You are wearing my shirt.” Chan commented, taking in the sight in front of him.
Minho's lithe frame being covered by his shirt, falling right above his thighs and some shorts underneath framing his ass, Chan devoured it all. Even if he is a bit shorter than Minho his broad shoulders made up for it.
If Chan stared for longer, he was sure he'd drool on the spot.
He averted his eyes to the couch nearby to stop his eyes from wandering more even if he didn't want to.
“You don't like it?” Minho asked, putting the stove on sim, and turning around.
“What?” Chan asked, suddenly broken from his haze.
“You don't like me in your shirt?” He pushed with a smirk playing on his lips.
“Minho, please you know what it does to me.” Chan said trying to hide the desperation in his voice but failing miserably.
“I do know Channie, are you getting impatient?” Minho asked with a small chuckle.
“Look at me.” He said soft but commanding.
Minho walked closer to Chan, taking hold of his tie and loosening it with intense focus trying to not mind Chan's eyes trying to burrow into his skin.
Chan gulped as Minho's hand came closer to his chest. His hands lost all his control and went to find a place on Minho's waist.
“ What do you want for dinner, Chan?” Minho asked, pushing him away as he removed the tie.
Chan stumbled a bit at the unexpected move and looked at him with those eyes that reminded Minho of a kicked puppy.
“Minho please, I want you ,not dinner.”
Chan pleaded giving up on making the other understand with his actions.
The look on Chan's face was something only reserved for Minho. Flushed face,loosened shirt and those eyes,those desperate eyes filled with want.
The great officer Bang, crumbling under the hands of a thief. No one else but them knows about them and they like it.
“You should have said earlier Chan-ah. Go to my bedroom, I'll come there.” Minho said to Chan with a playful smile and a wink .
Chan did not have to be asked twice, he rushed to the bedroom he had become very familiar with his last escapades.
He removed his pants and shirt in a hurry leaving him only in his boxers and a tank top.
Chan was desperate, that was an understatement . He was down bad, whining in the room for Minho.
Minho made his way up slowly after turning the stove off. He was not disappointed at the sight of a glassy-eyed man writhing against the sheets whining for him.
“ Where did the cocky man that took my call go?” He asked with the teasing evident in his voice.
“Min please I want you let me fuck you please..” Chan sat up right begging again.
Minho moved closer, getting a hold of Chan's hair pushing his head against his own chest.
“You want to fuck me?” Minho asked, teasingly inching closer to Chan's face.
The sight Minho saw was something he admired for some time now.
The pale skin of Chan's turning into every shade of pink and red, the dissociated look in his eyes, Minho loved it all too well.
He wants to say he loves him too, but their career paths don't match that well.
“Please Min, please let me. I've been waiting for you since you called.” Chan looked at him with those boba brown eyes filled with lust and want.
Who was he to deny those needy little whines?
A lover of those pleas.
Minho slowly stepped back taking his shirt
(chan’s) off and pushing his shorts down.
The sight of Minho's naked body had the man on the bed almost drooling.
The well made abs of Minho, and his meaty thighs, his pecs, his cock, everything about him was beautiful including dishevelled hair and that barely there smirk on his lips.
He came closer to Chan sitting on his lap, making the other wrap his hands around him.
They both were eager and couldn't wait for long, so they didn't wait for another minute.
Minho came forward, putting his lips on Chan.
Chan well he was desperate to get anything he wanted. Their lips moved together with practised ease, Minho felt a tongue swipe across his lips. He let Chan take control, he knew that was dangerous business.
Chan's tongue got in his mouth exploring each and every nook of him.
Minho's hand started to grip Chan's hair pushing it in and pulling away almost at the same time.
Chan's hands gripped his waist in his place, making the other feel his clothed cock hard against his ass.
Minho gasped for air, both pulled away panting and heaving.
Eyes filled with want and lust, darkening every second.
“Want it in me now.” Minho grunted out. And Chan was just a puppy in his hands now, an obedient little puppy.
He took off his tank top and boxers in a swift move.
Chan wasted no time in flipping Minho onto the bed and getting above him.
He took a second to admire the flushed body of the man in front of him.
He bent down to cup his cheeks and placed a kiss on his forehead.
A nod from Minho and Chan was getting up to grab a condom and lube.
“No, I already..” He said looking down.
Chan smiled at that, getting back on the bed.
He gently cupped his ass, gently parting it.
To find a plug nestled deep in his ass, dripping almost.
He looked at the other only to find him looking right back at him with a content look on his face.
He hooked his fingers to the plug giving it a tug, making the other moan at the sensation.
He pulls it out almost all the way out just to push it back in with the same force, sending shocking sensations to Minho's dick right away.
He tried to move but Chan's hands held him in place. It was not like he was trying to move,he just craved it more as Chan continuously slammed it in him, stretching him even wider.
Chan pulled it out of him leaving the other empty and yearning.
With another look from Minho, Chan did not wait a second longer before lining himself up to his hole and inserting himself all the way in slowly.
It made Minho's toes curl from how much he was feeling right now. He could feel every inch of Chan inside him entering at a painfully slow pace.
“You are so tight, Min.” Chan said as the heat of Minho's inside held him in, sucking him in.
They both moaned when Chan moved a little to adjust themselves.
Minho reathed underneath Chan urging him to fuck him.
“Move.. Chan-ah”, He urged, his eyes hooded in ecstasy and pleasure surging through his body.
Chan hooked both his arms under his legs pulling them up and around his shoulders, gripping his waist. He slammed in without a warning, pushing a grunt out of Minho.
He slammed in again, and again pushing soft sounds and moans out of Minho.
“Aahh..harder..nngh.harde- aah.” Minho was cut off by Chan moving in harder and faster making him feel the other deep inside him.
The next slam made Minho's hips buck.
“I'm gonna cum..aah.. don't stop- aah”, Chan picked up his pace as he could feel himself come closer to giving in.
After a minute, Minho came on Chan's stomach, coating his abs with it. His eyes rolling back and back arching, mouth open as he gave in.
Minho was overstimulated as Chan continued in his brutal pace and the next second he could feel him coming inside him, filling him up.
Moaning out, Chan almost fell right beside him, panting heavily.
Both of them were too spent to even move.
Chan pulled out of Minho watching his hole leak out filled with his cum.
He felt a bit good while seeing how his little hole was puckering in as it was empty.
“Even your hole missed me and you didn't,huh?” He asked with a lazy smile blooming on his dazed face.
“Shut up.” Minho whined as he pulled Chan down onto the bed with him.
Chan squeaked a bit as he fell down beside Minho spooning him.
They cuddled together for a hot minute as Minho traced unknown patterns on Chan's pecs.
“Do you have to leave again in the morning?”Minho asked softly as his breath fawned upon Chan's broad chest.
Chan knew he had to answer that,
“Yes, but one day I won't.” He said burying his head in the younger’s hair.
He sighed a bit, while continuing to find a home inside Minho's hair.
“Can I trust you?” His watery eyes glistened under the dim light still in the high of their pleasure.
“You are going to be the death of me,Min.” He sighed with a chuckle.
“Answer me Chan.”
“Yes,you can. One day when we aren't what we are. I'll stay.”
I'll stay with you forever..
“When is that one day ?” He adjusted himself to face the other man.
“When I resign.” Chan smiled with closed eyes.
But was rudely forced to open when he got hit on his shoulder.
“Oww.. what was that for?”
“You could have said when you marry me or something.” Minho huffed, rolling his eyes.
“Marriage? Really? You love me that much.”
“Yes. I do,I love you Chan-ah.”
“I love you too Minho-yaa.”
“I shouldn't have said that oh God..” Minho groaned but his annoyingly large smile on the face said something different.
They continued with their banters as long as the night lasted.
Yet, tomorrow they'll still be playing cops and robbers in public but tonight they'll be lovers and every other night that comes they'll still be lovers.
The love that hides in the light.. the love that bloomed in the night.
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