neu·(roses)

MS: Not so fast, 'Snowden'. First, I'll need some proof that whatever you found it's worth it. Then you'll get the other half

Ren: You texted me...why do you have my number?

Ren: This conversation sounds dangerous.

KNG: Mind your business.

rocky: And my other half just means nothing?

Ren: Um, I think you've got the wrong number.

Kov: shit

mssg: Got the info you wanted. Send the other half and I'll send you the info about your boss.

rocky: What if I told you I'm short about a couple hundred on my other half??

Yongsun was running a little date for date he had managed to match with someone online. It wasn’t very ideal of him to do so, especially since this would be their first time meeting and usually Yongsun prides himself for being the one who is usually early but somehow a patient he had from the other day called up, going on for a whole half an hour or so about how she’s experiencing some seventh sense issue and despite Yongsun telling her to calm down and how he wasn’t really someone who could see anything beyond the seventh sense and had even made recommendation of finding and even suggesting someone who could help, the lady still insist that it was Yongsun whom had to listen to her problems because it was his job to do so.

He reached the arranged location after some time, his legs close to giving in as he spot his date for the day, who had shown clear annoyance.

“Hey- Kovit, right? I’m sorry I’m late- a patient of mine called up and ranted for half an hour or so-”

And so he appears. Surprisingly, Kovit wasn’t talking about himself this time. He’s usually the one to arrive late to the party, and not in the best conditions, most of the time with bags under his eyes and a shitty mood that makes most of his dates fail (because let’s face it, sex doesn’t count as total failure). 

He turns his head, expressionless (or to say, just serious). “That’s me.” Junho replies in a quick answer. Angry, pissed, both or not, he had manners hence why he stood up, and greeted him with a bow, waiting for him to take a seat first, stretching his neck muscles, rubbing his nape as he looks at the stranger. 

What a surprise. Kov’s not fucking dead yet. And I must apologize for the lack of replies but I have my reasons (being fucking stupid is one of them) so here’s a quick tracker to make up for the absence. 

Sungjae was absolutely scandalized. His eyes widening and his cheeks somehow turning a darker shade of red that would even put Pikachu to shame as his hands lingered on his face for the briefest moment. It was enough for a shiver to run down his entire body. “I- I- uh.” He completely lost his words, only be able to blubber out absolute nonsense. Welp, this is apparently the effect Kov had on Sungjae when there was no sun to empower him mentally. It didnt help when he finally removed the mask, Sungjae convinced his heart started pounding even more. Only one time sleeping together and the teen was already attached.

Just as he thought he was able to recover his words, Kov’s next set of filthy words was enough to hae him cover his flushed face out of pure embarrassment. “God it’s- do I really come off that way?” He asked, hoping that he didn’t appear as thirsty for everyone as he felt. Did he accidentally become the Yeoshin slut?? I mean that sounded kind of awesome but he didnt realize he had reached that point yet. “Am I like that meme of girls that goes ‘I’ve never down this before’ before they deep throat a dick now?” He tried laughing at himself, peeking through his fingers.

He grins, teasingly more than anything. Teasing Sungjae was turning into a hobby of his. “You really want me to answer that?”

“Sincerely, you don’t. You seem like the kind of puppy-like boy who likes cuddling...” he pauses and finds himself stepping closer. “hugging and talking about dumb, yet cute stuff...” he takes with two of his fingers Sungjae’s chin, lifting it up so the other can see him properly. 

“Just like you did with me.” and his lips find their already known way to Sungjae’s, pressing lightly yet at the same time in such a possessive way. He pulls away, that cocky grin of his makes its appearance again and he remembers the last comment from the other male. 

“Can you really deepthroat a dick?” He ruins the moment, as expected. But hey, he can’t help to feel surprised. And “No, Kovit. This is not the time to imagine Sungjae deepthr-” of course he’s doing it. And then he realizes.

His lips are still grazing against Sungjae’s chin but he finally, completely pulls back, giving a quick glance to the bar before he really takes the other male to the nearest restroom. “Wanna come? I’ll buy you a drink.”

What’s so good about a dating app? Yeah, Kovit can answer that. Absolutely nothing.

Actually, how did he end up in this coffee shop? Wearing a “good” shirt, that goes along with the best shoes he could find and cologne. This is what he would do if he went out clubbing, but no. It’s about 8pm, perhaps 8:30? and he’s waiting for someone that’s going to probably tell him at last minute that he couldn’t make it.

But Yongsun wasn’t ugly, he remembers from the pictures that he shamelessly took screenshots of. His features were delicate, making him to ethereal, too... handsome to be looking for something in a weird dating site.

So Kovit can keep wondering and questioning his date’s reasons, but for now. It’s been quite a while after their agreed date hour and the annoyance on his face is now completely clear.

Kovit’s managed to get a quite great amount of money after his last trade with a guy who’s name can’t remember. He’s in a good mood, eating candy and the best. He was promised sex. (Well, not promised but he’s hoping for the best tonight.) 

It’s not his first time with Sungjae, and definitely it won’t be the last either. So now, he’s there, waiting outside the event’s location, fingers focused on a game that he’s too occupied playing, until he realizes it’s quite cold and for the sake of his dick, he doesn’t want to wait any longer for that Pikachu dressed kid.

He knows he was bound to fuck up when his boss told him about the mission. Steal all the data and private information in the CEO’s computer. Avoid cameras and leave no trace. 

He’s good with computers, he’s fast and smart. But his weak spot is acting like he’s a fucking spy when he perfectly knows he’s not. So now there he is, wearing all black, face completely uncovered (’cause he was lacking air with the mask, he says), almost done stealing all the information from said place. He’s done downloading, so what’s left is leaving no trace. And once his mind tells him he isn’t as bad as he thinks he is. 

“Who are you? Hands where I can see them!” Well, fuck.

Kovit runs, and runs like he’s ever done it. He manages to get between spaces, holding tight onto his backpack, with no idea on where to go. Once he’s out of the building, but the alarms have gone off and people are going after him, he recognizes the street.

Shin.

Kovit grins and god knows where he got this extra speed from, but he runs faster. Taking unknown streets that thankfully end up taking him to Shin’s front door, where he urgently knocks, probably waking up a neighbor or two.