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"And he will go out at three..."
Junhui's heartbeat begins to hasten as he looks at the communal garbage disposal bin shared by their entire apartment complex. It's almost 8 p.m. and Junhui, being a man with an established routine, is already drying his dishes right before his favorite television show airs. Doing so calms Junhui’s nerves, especially after an entire day of sitting in front of the computer to search for whatever obscure information his boss wants him to look for today.
Ever since he relocated and started working in his new company, Junhui's eyes have been feeling drier than usual. As advised by their company physician, one way to relax his ocular muscles is to look at far objects for a certain period of time. Being the obedient patient that he is, Junhui does so, especially while doing his household chores. Drying the dishes is one of his favorite tasks. After all, thoughtless deeds calm him down the most.
"Two..."
Junhui mutters to himself as the second hand of the watch ticks closer to the number eight on the clock. It was a couple of weeks ago when he started drying the dishes and looking out the back window of his apartment that Junhui noticed one of his neighbors' routine of throwing out his trash around this time.
"... and one."
True to his expectation, Junhui can hear the unlocking of the knob of his next door neighbor. They both reside in the first floor of their four storey apartment complex. Junhui doesn't see his other neighbors that much except for this guy who he has taken particular interest in ever since both of them moved at the same time.
Junhui almost drops his plate when he hurriedly places it on the dish rack, panicking a bit so that he can make it on time. He had planned to initiate small talk with his cute neighbor ever since he saw the latter throw a bouquet of flowers and various belongings in the trash bin a few weeks back. That was the first time Junhui saw him throw something else that wasn't placed inside a huge leather bag. Junhui doesn't think of it that much. What his neighbor does for work isn't his business, even if he is an assassin or what have you.
What Junhui cares more about is the fact that he saw those expensive gifts being thrown after his neighbor had a loud fight through the phone two weeks ago, making Junhui assume that he had broken up with someone recently. Aside from that, his neighbor is now using his personal car instead of being dropped off by a luxury vehicle, giving Junhui solid proof that whoever this attractive guy was dating before is not in his life anymore.
"Calm yourself, Wen Junhui," Junhui grumbles to himself as he puts on his brown trench coat. He then grabs his own garbage so he can throw them at the same time as his neighbor. Junhui usually disposes of them in the morning before his daily jog. However, tonight is different. Tonight, Junhui has gained enough confidence to approach the mystery boy next door.
Once his black trash bag is in his hands, Junhui unlocks his sliding latch first before turning his knob. He wears his slippers then goes down the back door stairs of their apartment complex.
Junhui is trying hard to act as nonchalant as possible. He even adjusts his steps so that they won't be as heavy as usual before putting his left hand in his pocket. He also fixes his posture so that he can look his height, gliding with confidence as he walks towards the giant trash bin where his neighbor is standing and lifting the lid.
"This is it, Wen Junhui. You're gonna talk as naturally as you can. Don't give yourself away. You are not trying hard. You are a confident man who is just casually throwing garbage under the bright full moon night."
Upon approaching, Junhui clears his throat and smiles while waiting for his neighbor to dispose of his garbage. "Oh. Hi!"
"Took you long enough to talk to me."
The black-haired young man in his late twenties replied even before he turned his head to greet Junhui. The garbage lid snapped closed when he released it, and Junhui's entire body was rattled with surprise. Before he could reply or make a move, his neighbor grabs Junhui's trash bag and throws it as well. "Very light, as expected. It’s because you don't throw your garbage until the next morning before your jog."
Junhui's mouth hangs open, shocked beyond words. He thought he was the only one who was spying on his neighbor. Turns out the stalking tendencies were mutual. There is an amused chuckle as Junhui's neighbor grabs something from his jeans pocket. Once obtained, he starts spraying his hands with alcohol as he walks towards Junhui with a smirk on his plump lips.
"I'm Xu Minghao. You're Wen Junhui, correct?" This Minghao guy is surely relishing this moment where Junhui is motionless from the unveiling of the fact that he is also being observed. An eerie chill travels down his spine as his neighbor takes both his hands and casually sprays alcohol on his palms. Junhui can only stare at his hands being rubbed against Minghao's, not even processing enough thoughts to realize that they are already technically holding hands upon their first meeting. "Beautiful boy, I'm only cleaning your hands. Why are you already blushing?"
"What...?"
Indeed, Junhui can feel his cheeks heating up. His hands want to reach for his own skin to cover his embarrassment but this Minghao guy holds onto his hands tighter. Junhui chokes out of nervousness and he clears his throat nervously. "How did you know I was observing you?"
"Hm? Well you said it yourself just now, didn't you?" Minghao proudly says before he releases Junhui's hands. He even pats Junhui's shoulder as he walks away without looking back, as if he knows exactly what is running inside Junhui’s head.
There is an aura of satisfaction all over this man and Junhui can feel himself crumble under the other's control. Despite his taller stature, he has a mental image of himself cowering as he follows the gaze of his mysterious neighbor, pupils shaking since he doesn't know what to do.
"You can follow me to my apartment if you want, cupid lips boy," Minghao invites Junhui as he barely looks back, his sharp eyes giving a glint of mischief as he momentarily pauses. Before Junhui can gather his wits, Minghao resumes the short walk towards his apartment with his hands inside the pockets of his green sweatshirt.
"Move, Junhui. Follow him. You have one chance."
"W-Wait!"
Junhui can hear the desperation in his voice and he flinches, ashamed of himself. However, his feet moved even before he started his sentence, tailing Minghao and catching up on him as they both climbed the back stairs of their apartment complex. The wooden boards creak beneath their feet, as if the structure isn't used to the weight of two adults walking together.
Junhui's mind is blank and full at the same time. The juxtaposition seems to be impossible but it is the best way to describe what Junhui's dilemma is right now. There he is, standing in front of the door of a stranger's apartment that is only a few steps away from his. He can run and never come back, Junhui knows this is for the best and for his own safety. However, Junhui usually chooses the opposite of what is best for him.
"You're very observant," Junhui gives his best shot at continuing the conversation despite his obvious disgruntlement from earlier. Since he was so caught up with thinking about his next sentence, Junhui didn't even realize that Minghao opened the door for him, and he followed brainlessly after him. Since it's too late to back out, Junhui just racks his brain on what to say next. "You have such a sharp set of eyes."
Junhui should have looked around before uttering those words because what is displayed in Minghao's living room shocked Junhui to the core. With the amount of guns and sharp weapons being showcased inside glass cabinets in every corner of Minghao's house, Junhui thinks he has been transported to a military base rather than the house of a sexy stranger.
What made matters worse is the fact that Minghao is enjoying every bit of shock being expressed by Junhui's face. He chuckles while the other can only gulp helplessly.
"I'm going to die tonight, am I not?"
Just when Junhui thought he had seen everything, he spies an entire cabinet of huge leather bags of the same color and size. He takes one step back, realization hitting him as he sees all of them displayed side by side.
"These are.... body bags."
"Well, I do hope I have a set of sharp eyes."
Junhui swings his head to the side to track where Minghao is standing. However, he is a second too late for Minghao is already playing with several darts, casually twirling them with his ringed fingers. There is something in the way that the darts glimmer menacingly under the light that tells Junhui they have been dipped into something poisonous, something lethal.
Minghao can perfectly read what Junhui is thinking. As a sampler to show his skills, he targets one of the cacti in his indoor terrarium using his dart. Just one puncture was enough to make the poor golden barrel cactus turn brown in an instant, making Junhui gasp.
Minghao shrugs. He cultivated these prickly plants by himself and can easily grow them again. Satisfied with his quick intimidation, he then uses his remaining weapons to target the dart board nearby and the rest of the four darts circumscribe the red dot being targeted. "Take a seat, Junhui."
Junhui has turned stoic and he has only spent less than five minutes inside this Minghao guy's apartment. There will only be two endpoints of this visit. Should he dare to stay alive as long as possible through flirting his way out or should he just escape right now and encounter sure death?
Junhui then closes his eyes before inhaling and exhaling slowly. There is no other way. He put himself in danger anyway so he might as well enjoy it. If he'll die tonight then at least his death will have some cool story behind it. After all, it's not everyday that someone gets to flirt with an assassin and die on the same day.
When Junhui opens his eyes, there is a different kind of determination and malice in his eyes. Even Minghao arches an eyebrow when their eyes meet. He didn't say anything but Junhui can tell that Minghao is curious about the new reaction he has elicited from Junhui.
Since Minghao instructed him to take a seat, he looks around to check the comfortable yet still expensive looking leatherette sofa that is the centerpiece of Minghao's living room. That alongside his artillery collection, of course. Junhui bends down a little in the act of sitting. However, he stops midway and looks at Minghao with an equally menacing grin plastered on his face. "Do you have bombs planted in here too?"
"Uh uh," Minghao wiggles his right index finger as he takes a quick step forward. He is obviously acting as he shakes his head vigorously than usual, making his various metallic pendants clink with each other as he instructs Junhui. He even points his finger to a different direction, making the most out of this spontaneous roleplay. "Move a little to your right. You might activate the grenade."
Junhui huffs but he follows Minghao's instruction nonetheless. He even removes his brown trench coat and gets comfortable on the sofa. He left his slippers outside so he looks more comfortable than he intended, looking around the apartment-slash-tomb that he’s trapped in. The bags piqued Junhui's interest more than the weapons. At least he has the liberty to choose his coffin if he really has to die tonight. "You throw one of those leather bags every night when the clock strikes eight. If you don't mind, can I ask what's in them?"
"Bodies," Minghao casually answers with a shrug of his shoulders. He then takes the whiskey bottle displayed on his center table and opens the lid. He takes a swift chug and an audible swallow before he completes his response. "Some chopped, some ashen, but bodies nonetheless."
Minghao then sits on Junhui's lap, casually hanging his legs over the armrest of his sofa. Junhui blinks although his hands wrap around Minghao's waist automatically as if they belong there in the first place. He was about to ask Minghao why he chose to sit there in the first place but the movement of his lips was halted when Minghao leaned forward and placed his lips over Junhui's.
The latter's already wide almond shaped eyes grow bigger even more when he feels the velvety texture against his lips. Junhui grows stiff yet again, caught off guard by Minghao's actions. However, when Minghao closes his eyes and begins to enjoy the kiss, Junhui's eyelashes flutter as he kisses back as well. Their heads even adjust their angles to make more room for the other’s movement.
Junhui can tell with the way that Minghao's mouth parts to welcome his tongue that the other wants this kind of distraction. Want is actually an understatement. When Minghao clings to Junhui's hair and pulls him closer so that their tongues can mingle and lick at each other, Junhui can deduce that Minghao is desperate.
Junhui's arms then embrace Minghao's waist tighter and he lifts the latter's green cropped sweater to cradle the small of his back. Minghao then arches his back and moans, resulting in the discontinuation of their kiss. Minghao then pants as he blushes while refusing to meet Junhui's gaze. "I chose to sit on your lap because of the grenade. Don't think highly of yourself."
"Well I would like to thank the grenade for bringing us closer together," Junhui teases as he rubs his thumb on Minghao's tainted cheeks. He then leaves a quick peck on it that makes Minghao squirm, acting coy. "Why are you suddenly timid? Minutes before I thought you would slit my neck but right now, it's more likely for me to leave hickeys on yours."
"I am not that easy," Minghao defends himself and gives Junhui a swat on the chest. He then places the bottle of whiskey in between them, pushing the liquor on Junhui's chest. "Drink. I didn't poison this. That's not my preferred mode of killing."
Junhui scoffs although he parts his lips, acting obedient while waiting for Minghao to pour some of the whiskey in his mouth. Minghao gulps, tempted by the premise of dominating this handsome boy next door he's been eyeing ever since his asshole of an ex cheated on him. Minghao shakes his head lightly as he pours and lets some of the whiskey trickle on the side of Junhui's lips. When the auburn fluid makes Junhui's cupid bow lips glisten with the liquor, Minghao leans forward and shares the drink. Of course, another kiss is shared between them, only a little messier because of the presence of the alcohol in their mouths.
"Welcome the distraction, Xu Minghao. You killed that prick and chopped off his dick as well. Out of sight, out of mind."
Minghao focuses on the kiss and he places the whiskey on the side table as he wraps his legs around Junhui's hips. He stabilizes himself in this position, purposely rubbing his ass against his visitor's crotch.
Junhui lets out a guttural growl and accidentally bites Minghao's lower lip. There is a drop of blood from the cut but Minghao licks it welcomingly before sharing the taste with Junhui. The latter flinches with the metallic taste but his hands pin Minghao on his lap, not wanting to let go of him either.
Junhui admits, his own set of exes aren't the best. The more mysterious and hard to get they are, the more that Junhui wants to run after them. Right now, Junhui can already tell that Minghao is the kind of poison he would like to be intoxicated with, no matter how lethal he is. Freak for a freak. "Why are you telling me this? You don't plan on keeping me alive, don't you?"
"Incorrect," Minghao disagrees as he climbs out of Junhui's lap. Before the latter can protest, Minghao takes Junhui's hands as he leads him towards his bedroom. He even pulls him closer so Junhui can walk with him with his arms all over his waist. Minghao knows his effect on men, of how much he can make them want to rail him on every possible surface, on every possible place. Junhui is definitely one of them, and Minghao confirmed it with how easily he tails him like an obedient big kitty. "In fact, it's the opposite. I am keeping you alive as much as I can."
When Minghao opens the door of his bedroom, they almost stumbled if not for Minghao regaining his balance. The pair giggle and they end up on the bed, with Minghao laying casually on top of Junhui whose arms are still clinging around Minghao's waist. "How are you so sure that I won't rat you out?"
"Easy," Minghao begins as he lets his right hand sneak underneath Junhui's black shirt. When his palm touches the stone hard abs underneath Junhui's clothing, Minghao lifts it up right away to stare at his awaiting feast. He licks his lips before redirecting his gaze back on Junhui's eyes. "I saw the way you keep looking at me from your window, Wen Junhui. You want to get in my pants so bad. In fact, I can already feel your cock twitching between those muscular thighs of yours."
"You're crazy..." Junhui could not even deny for his cock gave him out right away. Minghao's hand knows exactly where to go for he cups Junhui's erection, making the latter's hips buckle up so he can rub against Minghao's hand.
Minghao then unbuttons Junhui's pants before he pulls it down together with his boxers. When Junhui's cock springs out of its textile restraints, Minghao hums a low whistle. He must admit, he's doing this because he's bored and lonely. His breakup is still fresh and he wants to whore his way out of loneliness through his killing spree and with a cute smitten boy next door. Him having a cock this big is a bonus that Minghao welcomes wholeheartedly. He even gives the tip a quick suck, making Junhui moan. "If I give you the best sex of your life, I bet you'd be the one crawling back for me and protecting me from the authorities."
"I don't like the fact that you can perfectly read me," Junhui confesses, although his own hands grab Minghao's sweater as well to take it off. His gaze falters when he sees Minghao's body underneath those thick clothing. His body is muscular too although he's slimmer than him. Junhui then goes for Minghao's nipples, playing with them with his thumbs. "I know you're bad for me but knowing this makes me want to fuck you even more."
Minghao smirks and he looms over Junhui as he sits on his abs casually. He's naked from the waist up while Junhui is bare from the waist down. Minghao cannot deny. He is attracted by the contrast. He also likes the fact that Junhui seems docile from the outside but a complete freak on the inside. He then crawls over Junhui's torso before stooping down to lick his lips. "Fuck me raw. Fuck me while pinning my waist on the mattress. I want to feel you. I want you to make me forget. Tonight, it is only you and I. If you fail to make me cum, I will kill you. Deal?"
"What a fucking freak."
"Deal," Junhui smirks before he grinds his cock against Minghao's abs. This is a death wish but Junhui's cock longs for this kind of stimulation. He holds onto Minghao's waist tightly before he throws him to the bed with his chest pressed on the mattress.
Minghao whimpers as his nipples rub against the fabric, aroused. He loves being manhandled and losing control to an insanely handsome and capable man.
Junhui traces Minghao's spines with his tongue and all the latter can do is grab one of his pillows and hike his ass up in surrender before Junhui can pull away his jeans and tongs. He moans when his ass is exposed to the cold air of his room, twerking it just a little to entice his newfound partner. "Would you like to fill a hired killer's hole with your cum?"
Junhui's cock twitches with that and he removes his own shirt and discards it somewhere inside Minghao's room. He slaps Minghao's bare ass and the latter whimpers like a whore as he spreads his ass cheeks to show Junhui his eager hole. "Stretch my pussy now. What are you even waiting for? Weren't you dying to talk to me and drive your cock inside me for weeks?"
Junhui growls and holds onto Minghao's hips before pulling him closer. Junhui's mouth opens to let his tongue plunge into Minghao's sphincter. The assassin cries out in pleasure when his rim stretches in reception of Junhui's tongue. His muscles cling around the elongated slick body part embarrassingly but he doesn't give a fuck anymore. "There, Junhui! Press harder there."
Minghao's own cheeks heat up with how desperate he sounds. The long weeks of abstinence took a toll on his body. Even if he plays with himself with a dildo or a vibrator everyday, nothing will beat the feeling of an actual love struck man lapping onto his hole as if he wants to get him pregnant.
Minghao's lewd train of thought gets cut off when the tip of Junhui's tongue encircles his rim. It dances around the circumference, stretching and loosening Minghao's hole up in preparation for his own cock. Minghao rolls his eyes. He usually doesn't like being eaten up. It's downright embarrassing and degrading all at once. It seems dirty and it makes a neat freak like Minghao paranoid. However, when Junhui's tongue penetrates deeper until the fattest part is able to stretch Minghao's tightness, the latter loses control right away. "Lube! Get the lube! Table!"
Minghao's few remaining brain cells instruct Junhui. Thankfully, the latter abides right away. However, when Junhui is looking for Minghao's lube, he also sees a gun casually lying beside it. Junhui can't possibly let the opportunity pass right in front of him so he grabs both the lube bottle and the gun.
"There must be something really wrong with you. Why are you even letting a loaded gun be found inside your room?" Junhui asks as he unloads the barrel of the gun. He also allows the bullets to come out of the magazine before he throws the weapon over their pile of forgotten clothes.
"Because I know I can kill whoever trespasses my property with my bare hands," Minghao threatens Junhui although the latter does not register the gravity of the intimidation. After all, it is Junhui who has the upperhand of the situation.
The guest only smirks as he pours a hefty amount of lube on his palm and begins rolling a bullet on the pool of fluid. Some of the lube trickles down Minghao's legs as Junhui coats another bullet with it. Minghao looks back, letting curiosity get the better of him. When he sees what Junhui is doing, his eyes grow wide. He knew Junhui is a freak but not this much. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"You'll see," Junhui smirks as he inspects the two bullets. Once satisfied with the slickness coating the ammunition, Junhui pushes the first one into Minghao's hole. "There, there. It's stretching you just right."
Minghao closes his eyes before he lets out a shaky breath. This is the first time a man plays with his weapon and uses it with him as a sex toy. To say that Minghao is aroused is an understatement. Right now, Minghao is already leaking profusely with pre cum. He spies Junhui through his wall mirror and when he sees the latter pouring lube all over his cock while watching Minghao's ass tremble, the assassin knew he found his perfect match. "You're such a handsome maniac."
"Handsome nonetheless," Junhui replies as he adds the second bullet inside Minghao's cavern, making the latter shiver. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Instead of being freaked out by Junhui's choice of sex toy, Minghao is utterly enthused by this rare find. He arches his back and shakes his ass. "Go on. Put it in."
"Don't blame me for anything," Junhui warns although he aligns his well lubricated cock right outside Minghao's rim. He contemplates, removing the second bullet first. "Let's play it safe first. I don't want to break you so soon."
"You! Fuck-!"
Minghao wants to curse Junhui for his cockiness but when Junhui shifts his entire weight towards his member before stamping the entire thing inside Minghao, the assassin lets out a shout so loud it sounded like his entire throat was ripped out of his neck. "Junhui! You fuck!"
Minghao can hear the pulsation of his arteries in his ears as he takes in both the bullet and Junhui's cock inside him. Even Junhui himself blacks out when he feels the flat part of the bullet stretch his urethra. What's even more nerve wracking is the tightness of Minghao's hole around his girth. Pain and pleasure never felt this heavenly before and Junhui bites his lips to stop himself from cumming upon being encaged by Minghao's walls. "Re-relax a bit... Your pussy is so tight."
A sweet whine escapes Minghao's lips as he rocks his hips back. Contrary to his previous request, Minghao wants to take it slowly tonight. However, when he looks back to confirm the sheer amount of stretch in his sphincters brought about by Junhui's thick cock, Minghao doesn't want to waste any second anymore. "Pull out that fucking bullet and start railing me before I change my mind."
"I love the fact that you still have fight in you despite submitting beneath me," Junhui maintains his composure as he pulls out despite the fact that he almost came a few seconds ago. He digs his fingers to obtain the bullet back and it Minghao's body quivers with the intrusion.
Several squelching noises were produced as Junhui retrieved the bullet and Minghao pants while arching his back. Junhui is knuckles deep inside him and the more he fishes the bullet out, the more the tip comes in contact with Minghao's prostate. His heart is beating crazily inside his rib cage and Minghao is drooling with the stimulation. His hands reach back to claw on Junhui's thighs. "Come fucking back inside me."
"You should hear yourself, begging for me to fuck you right after I finger out a bulley from your loose hole," Junhui taunts before he pulls out the ammunition.
Minghao's mind drifts into half consciousness as he holds his tip tight, not wanting to cum just from Junhui's fingers. He even looks back despite being covered with sweat. He keeps his lopsided smirk as he stretches his sloppy cavern to tempt Junhui. "Get inside me or I will put you inside those leather bags too."
Junhui huffs out a breath as he shakes his head. He pours the rest of the lube over his cock before he hovers over Minghao and aligns his penile head just outside his sphincter. "I will fuck you as long but promise me one thing first."
"I already told you I will keep you a—!" Minghao is about to complain and rant about Junhui not listening to him. However, Junhui breaks his speaking streak by coming down and plunging his entire length inside Minghao's lubricated walls.
Minghao doesn't hold back with his screams of pleasure. Tears pour down his eyes as his body gets rocked back and forth on the mattress as Junhui thrusts unforgivingly inside him. His walls respond in behalf of his words, gripping tightly around Junhui's cock out of desperation and need. He badly longs for a man that will make him surrender like this again. He welcomes the intrusion as he arches his back and craning his head backwards.
Junhui already knows that Minghao is the type to ask for a kiss during sex so he grants that wish by occupying Minghao's lips as well. The assassin's wanton moans get swallowed by Junhui's mouth as he laps on to the other's delicate lips. Junhui reluctantly pulls away although his cock does the opposite by pushing deeper instead. "Date me. After tonight, I want you to go out on a date with me."
Minghao's eyelashes flutter, not able to follow Junhui's words. His thoughts are swimming in a mush of pleasure as his cock gets targeted by Junhui's manhood. His thighs rub against each other so he can nestle his Junhui deeper inside him while gazing at his partner's feline eyes. "You... You still want to date me after everything?"
"As long as you don't kill me in my sleep," Junhui smirks before he delivers a heavy blow onto Minghao's abused organ.
The bed frame shakes underneath them and Minghao stutters as he answers, crumbling under this strong man's stubbornness and virility. "Yes! I will date you! I promise!"
Junhui grins and he kisses Minghao once again. This time, it's meant to distract Minghao for he crouches on top of the assassin so he can deliver more force into his grinds.
"Junhui! Fuck! Slow down!" Minghao cries out as he reaches back to cushion the impact of Junhui's lunges. He hasn't felt this much lust before. Minghao is admittedly scared and intimidated. However, when Junhui intertwines their fingers before slowing down to give Minghao time to feel his shift of angle, Minghao orgasms right away.
He falls flat on his mattress as he pulls Junhui close to him on the bed. He grabs Junhui's hips before slapping it towards his ass. Despite his own cock leaking out heaps of cum on the bed sheet, Minghao makes sure to milk out the orgasm out of Junhui's cock.
"Fuck!" A wave of pleasure drowns the consciousness out of Junhui as his cock fills Minghao's hole with fresh warm semen. He can feel the tight squeeze around his cock and he kisses Minghao again, limbs covered with cum as they scramble to maintain in touch with each other while keeping their lips locked.
Neither of them seem to want to pull away, getting attuned with the other's touch and breathing patterns. However, both of their phones alert them with the same ringtone. The pair pull away from the other, letting the sound sink into their post coitus daze. They blink, looking at each other's eyes.
"You... We could not possibly work under the same person... Right?" Minghao asks as he stares at Junhui with a doubtful expression.
Junhui shrugs as he lazily hugs Minghao's waist, clinging to him as if he did not just breed inside him. The assassin can only huff as he pinches Junhui's cheek. The latter grabs his phone that is lying on the edge of Minghao's bed.
"Gratitude for your hard work, 004. The information of the target was forwarded to the hitman. Your work is done for now. Until the next summon."
Junhui reads the message before he squeezes Minghao's ass. "I guess you're the hitman I've been feeding information to."
"Oh the irony of it all," Minghao can only shake his head in disbelief although a humorless chuckle escapes his mouth. He then takes Junhui's chin before using his comforter to hide their bodies from the wicked world they live in. "I just want to spend more time with you... At least before both of us get another deadly summon."