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He could hear nothing but his breathing sound, his fingers carefully attending the metal box in front of him, head started to get a bit dizzy from getting too much blood due to his position right now, hanging upside down with a thin wire around his packed up suit. Had it not the pressure flooring system, he would have had it a lot easier. But where was the fun?

"I can't maintain the air pressure any longer, 50 seconds, Minho," said the voice in his ear piece.

"Hush, you," he whispered.

As he managed to disarm the alarm panel on the precious old looking necklace, his hand was quick to grab the velvet case and put it in his pocket. He smirked in triumph, swiftly pulling himself up and out of the scene, feeling so proud of himself.

Minho headed out to the rooftop, towards the escape route they had planned beforehand. It was so close to their victory, however he didn't see the upcoming scenario at all. A slender man was chuckling behind him, just before he unlocked the door to the rooftop. In a swift motion he turned around, guarded with his new company who seemed to be so carefree in this highly protected building he just broke in.

"Thank you for doing the hard job," the voice was dangerously sweet.

His automatic reaction was to feel the box in his pocket. Like what he was afraid of, his hard work was taken away by someone unfamiliar yet not foreign in his field of work. From the minimal disguise, simple clothes, dark midnight hair, and unmistakable beauty, he knew just who was the one interrupting his two months’ work.

"Ace," the god of thief.

The man upon him tilted his head, "You know me?"

Everyone did, everybody knew the name.

"Oh, you're not going away with- whoa whoaaaa!" his sentence wasn't completed when the slightly shorter guy ran towards the edge of the building, climbing the wall and stood on the sturdy railing. Hands wide in the air, eyes twinkling withe excitement.

"Ah! You got nice move down there," was that a compliment? "But you're just a bit slow." Nope. Definitely it wasn't.

"Give it back." He couldn't believe it at the moment; he was talking to the living myth.

He was well known in their world of anonymity, a legendary thief. He was known for his skill in hiding, disguising, and avoiding camera. He was really good at the later one, as if the camera hated him. The most admirable was that he worked alone, had no teammates unlike Minho, yet he managed to steal things without a single trace.

"Does this look good on me?"

A smile so pretty got his heart beating like crazy. Never had he seen an intriguing smile like his before. Sooyoung, his teammate, was a beauty and a charming girl, but she was nothing to compare to this man in front of him. And with the silver necklace with an antique pearl aqua stone hanging just above his sternum, nobody could overthrow his charm.

Ace, was not an ordinary thief. He had thousands of faces and was striking.

"How?" he couldn't help but asked, "Our system was one of the trickiest. How could you infiltrate it?"

"I'm always one step ahead," he beamed like a child who won over his toy.

Then he jumped.

For a brief moment, Minho's heart stopped, his eyes almost fell out of its sockets, before he ran to the edge of the railing and looked over it in panic. He was sure the later didn't wear any safety gear, he was only in his black shirt and leather pants, but the Ace was nowhere to be seen.

The ear piece suddenly rang a familiar voice, "Minho? Minho!"

"Jong," he muttered through his gritted teeth.

"Where the are you? I lost your signal for a brief second. Did you get it?"

A problem rose because of that person and if he had to tell the truth, Key would yell at him, surely.

"It flew away."

 

 

 

Sooyoung was smirking at him the whole evening, eyes teasing and laughter threatening to break every once in a while. Had he not being distracted by Key's noisy grumbles about his unprofessional failure in his mission, he'd probably choking her to death. His thought not only roamed around Key, but it also flew to the face he couldn't believe seeing earlier.

"Are you done?" He asked, mood completely depleted.

Key stared at him in disbelief, eyes rolling until his eyes turned white but nodded anyway, Jonghyun quickly came to accompany him until they got into their shared bedroom. He stood up with a sigh, Onew came to him and smiled softly. "He's going to come around soon."

"Yeah, I know," he muttered, "I need some rest."

His roommate let him take a relaxing bath in the luxurious penthouse they book. And he was tad sorry about the situation. How could he be so stupidly mesmerised by the Ace, and let him go away so easily in front of his sight? What prophecy did the Ace have until he couldn't move a tiny bit and fight for what he earned?

"Yo," a familiar girl barged in with a knowing smile.

"Go away, Sooyoung."

"Is he really that distracting?"

"Could you give me some privacy here?"

He was completely , body dipped in the tube with only bubbles covering him up. The older girl snorted and paid no heed upon the tired protest. "Like you have something to be proud of. Anyway, you can't hide things from me, I know it's not just the necklace that he stole."

He frowned, "What else?"

"Your heart, maybe?"

" it," he splashed the girl with the water, lips tugged at the corner when he saw her swearing the out of her wet stature.

However, the thing Sooyoung said stuck in his head like glue, he kept thinking about it for quite a while. It was undeniably true, that he was infatuated by the charm of the legendary thief. And to make up his mistakes, also to keep Sooyoung and Key's teasing, he promised himself to do stellar performance. He agreed to almost all of the small acts Key suggested, for he needed to keep his mind away from that remarkable first encounter and to proof himself that nothing could bother his productivity.

 

 

 

"Minho," Onew woke him up one morning, "let's greet someone."

"We have a guest?"

He smiled sheepishly at the younger, heading outside of the room in their head-quarter in Seoul, an old abandoned firehouse in the downtown. With a trace of sleep, he went out to see who it was.

In the middle of the huge lobby turned into living room, he saw a familiar face from five months ago. He didn't want to believe his eyes, but when he saw Sooyoung peeking from behind the guest with a teasing smile, and Onew's awkward stance, he knew this was real.

"He'll join us for the upcoming big project," Key spoke up before he could open his mouth.

"W-why?"

"Because I'm good?"

He jolted back when the smaller took a step towards him. "Does he always like this?"

Sooyoung nodded, she even added that the youngest man in the room usually sleeps . Minho looked at himself, only to realise that he was improperly dressed with no shirt and sleeping pants hanging dangerously low. He watched the clear eyes widened and oh, it was adorable.

"Just because he has a nice abs, he would go around without a shirt," she scoffed.

"Too much information, Sooyoung!" He was furious.

"I'd do that too if I were him," Taemin dazedly agreeing while his cheek got a brighter shade of colour. "It looks so healthy."

Minho pulled Key's arm and excused themselves from the group. He demanded an explanation of why there was the Ace in their head-quarter, and why was he joining them in the first place. No matter how brilliant his performance was, the Ace was still a thief. You should not trust a thief so easily.

"I don't believe him entirely, neither does he," he admitted the fact, "I found out that he was also snooping around the police quarter we were aiming. He wants the same target and our purpose is pretty much the same. All of us want to reveal justice, we want to give the people what they deserve back."

"But still-"

"The vaults where they keep the money and the evidence of their illegal transaction were highly secured with the latest and most complicated security system. He couldn't do this alone, and we are lacking in number."

"You're not considering about the risks properly, are you?"

"My calculations are mostly right, don't you ing dare insult me and my brain!"

"What if he is planning something? If he runs away with the money or destroy the evidence before we have it in our hands, what would you do? He's a thief!"

"We are thieves, Minho, we all are," he snorted. "Besides, he has the best record of infiltrating security system without a hitch. He never fails. We need his skill so that Jonghyun could access their main system."

"Kibum-ah..."

"Don't! Don't ever call me by my given name!" Key snapped at him, "if this is because that one time he distracted you, then just let it go or keep it to yourself. I need you to be professional and cold headed here. Think the bigger scene, Minho. Just give him a chance."

The younger sighed, while his hands rubbing his face, "What exactly I could do to nullify your decision when you already had it planned in your head?"

 

 

 

"Oh, you guys are here?" a voice chirped. He and Sooyoung turned to the new guy who was interrupting their gathering at the rooftop. Minho was so fond of the rooftop of their building, and he rarely shared it with anyone, even Sooyoung. But today, Sooyoung and him were planning to help Key, the mastermind, about how to distract the front office. Onew had found the map of the building completed with its security systems and they just had to create few possible scenarios.

"How did you get here?" he eyed Sooyoung, "You've locked the door, right?"

"I did."

"I never need a key, honestly. Am I not allowed to go up here?"

The smaller man sat between the two of them, eyes so pure like a child with big curiosity on the sketches and the plans they made. Sooyoung smiled knowingly when he saw Minho was staring at him, eyes bulging in disbelief but then they flashed another light, something akin to adoration.

"So, Ace," she started. "Did Minho make your heart stop too?"

"What the , noona!"

Minho was mad and panic, he only used honorific when he wanted to annoy Sooyoung, something about her age always made her tick. However today, she looked overly determined to to death.

"Isn't Minho cute?"

He chuckled at them, giving a brief glance at Minho before focusing back at Sooyoung with his bright eyes, "He looks like a cute frog. But with abs."

The squeal and laughter coming from Sooyoung's mouth was deafening, the high pitch really hurt Minho's ear. When he stole a gaze at the black haired guy, their eyes met, a mischievous glint present, in contrary to the soft smile that was on the Ace's face. He then decided that the Ace couldn't be trusted.

 

 

 

Their second encounter was on the rooftop once again. Like everyone else, Minho had a place he called his own, which was the rooftop. Nobody was allowed to go there unless they got Minho's permission. The same thing applied to Key's garage, Jonghyun's computer lab, Onew's library and Sooyoung's closet.

He watched grimly at the lonely back of Ace whose feet dangling over the edge of the building. No harness in sight. If he surprised him, it would be dangerous; he could be tumbling over, so he made his presence known beforehand by making small noises.

"What are you doing here?" He asked when the later gave a look over his shoulder.

"Nobody's sitting in the living room, so I excuse myself to look around."

"This rooftop is private."

"I know, this is your lair," A melodic chuckle was heard, Minho carefully stare at the moving figure in front of him, who stood up abruptly on the narrow edge of the building. His eyes doubled in size as the Ace balancing himself on top of the boundary wall made of brick.

"How do you know?"

"So much clue leading to you," he grinned and pointed at his shopping bag, "it's easy to spot crumbles of dried seaweed. Only you who have them stack in your closet."

With judging eyes, Minho settled his things on the table next to his favourite bean bag at the corner of the rooftop, underneath the parasol, far from his companion. "I will ignore the fact that you practically saying that you've snooped around my room."

"So," the later started again after few minutes of silence." Why don't you interrogate me? I know you are the least person in here who trust me."

"Not in the slightest, yes."

"Shoot me questions and I'll answer them."

"Trust doesn't build that way," Minho commented and the Ace gave him a confused look.

"They are built constantly upon actions and time."

"That's a weird thinking."

Minho scrunched his forehead, "You are the weird one here."

"Is that bad?"

Weirdly enough, Minho only shrugged it off, "Maybe not."

 

 

 

The Ace got to live with them as soon as he joined them. The dusty spare room with only simple queen sized bed and closet became his, and somehow he clicked with all of them pretty quickly. Onew babied him since he found out how young the thief was, nobody knew the number, but Onew said that he was the youngest of them all. Sooyoung was always showing off his new tricks, which he swore one day he saw the Ace pulled it off better.

Jonghyun had been following him everywhere. He was curious as to how did the legend could breach into one security system without a hitch. The Ace was a new interest for the technician, like he was a shiny puzzle he couldn't wait to solve. Even Key, although a bit petty and wary because Jonghyun seemed to have taken a liking so fast, had let him give a piece of his mind for the big project. Nobody had their idea put into consideration when it came to Key's master plan, but not with the Ace.

It was after a month, that Minho agreed Onew's idea to peek into the Ace's room while informing him that they will have a brief meeting for their first act together tomorrow. And as he went inside, he met with navy blue sheet, empty desk, and a leather jacket hanging on the chair. The room was bare from anything personal. It felt like nobody was living there if the Ace was not sitting at the edge of his bed.

"Is this a habit?" Minho unconsciously mumbled.

"Minho, hello," He perked up from his phone, meeting his eyes with a smile and barging his personal space as usual, another thing Minho studied from the younger one, "What is?"

"You barely have anything in here," he nervously said, the later remained unmoving from his spot, "the room not to your liking?"

"I have my clothes in the closet, toiletries, and it's more than enough," he answered.

"Not a fan of plant or decorations?"

"Never buy one," he shrugged. "Should I?"

"Anyway, there's a meet up later after lunch, for tomorrow."

"Right, our first scamming trial together."

 

 

 

"Is this your bedroom?"

Minho opened his eyes sleepily, a cracked voice followed, "You're here again."

"Sorry for crashing," he smiled, "I like being in here."

"You like rooftops?"

The Ace grinned wider, "Very much. I like feeling the breeze, the faint sound of the city, and the open sky."

"You like to sit on the edge too."

"If only I get to jump after that," the big smile reached the eyes, sparks at the mention of jumping over the building. "That would make my day. But not every day you could do that. That's why I'm excited to know that your group often use the rooftop as the escape route."

"You're nuts."

"And now you're talking to me," he smiled playfully.

He went speechless. Well, Minho honestly didn't mean to shut him out of his life, it was just sometimes he felt weird having to face him. They were getting better though. The teasing from Sooyoung had toned down, she only disturbed him when she found Minho staring at the Ace for too long.

Minho watched the superior thief sat at the edge of the building again, body shivering from when the wind blew harder, him swaying along the gush of wind. He got closer, hand ready to catch him if he was going to fall.

"You're not afraid of falling?"

"Nope," his smiled, "Hmm, I think I never feel scared. Unless you're planning to push me right now."

"What- no! Of course not!" Minho spluttered in panic. He was not that kind of guy, he would never push him.

Seeing his reaction, the Ace laughed, body leaning more towards the edge of the building, legs kicking the air and Minho couldn't help but timidly holding his shirt just in case. Then Minho felt a hand holding his arm, "Will you catch me if I fall?"

"That's not even a question."

They went into a brief silence before the younger used Minho's arm as his pivot, legs thrown back over the wall and said, "Taemin. My given name is Taemin."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"It's called trust, isn't it?"

 

 

 

Sooyoung and Onew were making quite a ruckus at the department store, Minho watched them from afar, shaking his head when the nimble fingers of a fainted lady, stealthily stole an access card from the security, while Onew got their handprints all over the tumbler he brought. And as they picked Sooyoung's fainted body, Minho and Taemin passed by them, taking the card from Sooyoung's hand and their thumbprints.

Minho turned to see the Ace, but he found him nowhere close. He whispered to his earpiece but he wasn't replying. There was an insecurity coming, but when the later replied him that he just distracted someone near the guarded vaults, Minho could only shake his head.

"You're too far ahead," he muttered.

"You're still too slow."

He snorted in disbelief as he scanned the access card, green light blinked and soon the door was opening in front of them. Minho then took out the tumbler Onew gave him, but found them nowhere in his pocket. He growled, "You!"

Taemin grinned in triumph, raising the copy of the handprints in front of Minho's face. Minho swore he didn't hear Jonghyun laughing in his ear. His competitive self was triggered, his pride was eating him up from the inside, and it only made his partner laugh.

"Do you need help?" Taemin asked.

"No," he focused himself to unlock the digital lock, the one that connected to the department store's system and to the vaults where they keep their money. This department store had cheated the costumer quietly. They put cheaper price on display but when they were scanned, there was additional number. It might be not much, but they were cheating nevertheless. The profit they got could reach millions of dollars a month, because everyone was not paying enough attention to it. However, the poor ones felt it. Although their protest would be ignored completely.

"I really wonder what you do in the team, though," the Ace started the talking, feeling a bit bored with how long it took Minho to unlock them. "Key is the master mind, Onew planning every possibility and wrote the whole scenario in general, Jonghyun is the computer genius, Sooyoung's a great actress and has magic hands. You're the infiltrator, but you're not doing so well."

"Can all of you just shut up?" He grunted as he heard loud cheers and laughters from everybody in his ear.

"You even let me steal that necklace from you last time."

Minho only hummed as they went inside the vaults, plugging in the processor card for Jonghyun to start his part in this job. He took out a bag and collected the cash as much as Key had told him to, alongside with Taemin who was told another amount.

"Are you done?" Minho asked, his instinct suddenly sharpened.

"Five seconds."

As soon as Taemin finished, they cleaned up like they hadn't barged in or took anything with them. They escaped through the makeshift windows just where Onew had told them beforehand, Taemin was a bit disappointed that the department store had only three floors, that was too short for a jump, so they opted to a normal escape plan.

When they turned around the corner, there were three big guys in uniform watching over their movement. Taemin scooted closer to Minho and warned him not to act suspicious. But when one of the guards came and talked about something with the three of them, Taemin felt shiver running down his spine, he detected trouble.

"Uhm, Minho," he grabbed the later.

"Just walk," said he, leading as far as he could from the crowd.

"They're still behind us."

"I know."

Minho suddenly ran to another side of the alley and pulled Taemin with him, he then waited until the four guys came through his sight and soon knocked them one by one, his movement was graceful, one strong hit, less noise and they had four of them tied up in a jumble. He dragged them behind the door and locked them.

"That is what I do too, besides infiltrating."

As they drove away in their van, Taemin peeped up, "So, you punch things."

Sooyoung and Jonghyun snickered, while Minho sighed out loud. "Yeah."

"And pretty strong, dragging four of them by yourself."

There was a smug smirk on his lips, which developed into a proud smile and he couldn't stop it spreading wider. Taemin looked at him in awe at some point, and he just didn't know how to hide his happiness.

 

 

 

They were in the middle of their third job a team, another round of work before the actual thing, to deepened their bond and teamwork, said Key. This time was a harder one, the one that involved government and the museum. A group of corrupted government member was planning to sell the museum's precious painting to the other country's collector, that was what Sooyoung had heard from the inside man who asked for help.

"Minho, you have one ing minute until the alarm goes on," Jonghyun pushed him from his ear.

"Onew hyung?" He asked while his hand still busy replacing the million dollars painting to the one they had printed at their hideout. Just a little bit more, he gritted his teeth.

"I've met Key at the lobby."

"Ace, are you out?" Jonghyun called them one by one.

"Give me Minho's location," Taemin answered breathlessly. Minho assumed the living legend had finished his task, trading the bigger painting than what he assigned to. There was jealousy, but he buried them deep, he needed to get this job done.

"Right turn in five meters. Oh God, do something, the guard is closing in."

Minho could hear footsteps coming closer, it was either the guard or Taemin; he wasn't sure. He was ready to fight until his last second before the alarm rang or the guard busted him. Carefully he put back the glass frame and stepped out of the security line while rolling the original drawing into the hidden tube on his back.

Then he felt a sudden tug on his arm, surprising him, but he relaxed almost immediately when he met with a determined pair of eyes that belonged to Taemin. He didn't hear him coming, of course, he was like a ghost. So the footsteps were definitely coming from the security.

"Play along," Taemin pushed him to the wall and grabbed him down by the collar until their lips met in a kiss.

The taller's breath hitched when he saw Taemin's eyes shut upon his face, his long eyelashes fluttering and he felt those plump lips move against him. He tried so hard to calm down his beating heart, not only because he was surprised, but for a different reason altogether. The way Taemin kissed him, as if he had wanted to do this for a while. From the way he swiped his tongue over his lips, until the way he slowly let his hands found their place around Minho's neck.

Gradually, he let himself drown in the searing kiss, finding himself kissing back just as fervently. His arm wrapped around the smaller’s thin waist and scooped him closer to his body. They breathed out as they locked their tongues in the middle.

"What are you two doing here? This is a restricted area," they heard a voice behind them.

Taemin bit his lower lip before they parted, causing him to groan, for it drove Minho crazier than it supposed to. He still had his one arm around his waist as they faced the guard, Taemin's back leaning to his arm like he had been a complete fit to the curve.

"We were just looking for a private place to, uhm, you know..." he trailed off, looking at Minho in his dishevelled state. Taemin just had to bite his slightly swollen lower lips in front of him, burning the already raging fire in him.

The guard stared at them in disbelief and put no suspicion at all, he then asked them to not roam around without permission and ushered them to go to the lobby of the museum because they were just about to close down.

It was eerily quiet when they jumped into the waiting van. Minho gave Key his work and so did Taemin. And all of them sat in an awkward silence. He swore he couldn't look at any of them, mostly Taemin. Judging from their expressions, Minho got the big picture of it, and since their earpieces were connected, there was no way they couldn't hear the sound both of them making.

Of course, Sooyoung had to be Sooyoung, she couldn't hide the snicker as she asked the obvious, "So, how do you guys get away?"

 

 

 

The months passed by so fast, without them knowing. Taemin, who had told the rest of the team his real name, had somehow become a part of them. As in family.

Minho knocked the door of Taemin's bedroom, but nobody came to the door. He heard him answering the call but it sounded weak. The elder decided to come inside and met with an empty, still bare room without Taemin in it.

"Taemin?" Again, he tried calling him.

"Inside here," came the reply, a small voice from inside the closet.

He opened the closet and saw the younger rolling into a ball. Minho reached for him and the skin he came in contact was burning. He frowned, "What are you doing?"

"It's cold on the bed, here is warmer."

"You're burning up, that's why. I'll tell the other and get you some medicine."

Taemin whined, refusing to go out and closed the wooden door in front of Minho's face. "Oh, come on, how are you become so whiny?"

With a little force, the taller got the sick man out of the closet, picked him up and tucked him to the bed. He mumbled how light Taemin was and questioned his nutritional status. The two of them was bickering until Minho finally stopped answering back.

"I'll get you something," he stood up, "you have to eat something, anything."

"Don't go," Taemin pouted, hands pulling him back to the bed, holding his arm and clinged like a child. Not that Minho mind it, it was in fact made him happy. But Taemin had to consume something. That was why he had Taemin latching on him as he made some warm soup for the maknae. The scene amused the whole headquarter.

 

 

 

Minho was surprised at the sudden interruption to his afternoon nap, he felt someone staring at him and he was right. Taemin's face was only an inch away. He backed up almost immediately. "What are you doing?"

"I have a favour to ask."

"You should make some sound, really..."

"Sorry," he apologised, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"What is it that you want?" He looked at the younger, "And really, don't you think you're barging in to my private territory too often?"

"Help me with this," Taemin took out a pot and he showed Minho a pack of flower seed.

"Huh?"

"You said to get a plant or something as decoration," he started, "but I really don't know how to, so help me."

"What kind of flower seed did you buy?"

He paused, eyes looking everywhere but him and after some time passed, he mumbled, "I forget."

"You're weird, you know."

"I have short term memory."

"Did you buy the soil?"

"Hmm," he bit his lips, "soil?"

"Gosh, you're impossible."

"We need soil, I guess. The plant, soil, right."

Taemin grinned awkwardly at him, feeling tad sorry about his stupid act. He was really bad at everything but being a thief, Minho noticed that. And he was looking so innocent even though he wasn't. That made Minho's protective side came out more often than not.

"Let's get what you need to plant this. I'm sure it's going to be a big surprise when it does manage to grow within your care."

Since then, taking care of an unknown plant had become another routine of them two besides hanging out in Minho's rooftop. Not only one though, Taemin had come back to the base one day with another pot of plant, an aloe. A succulent joined the next week. Taemin's room had three pots now. And the three pots made it felt like someone actually live there.

 

 

 

It was their last small project before executing their final big project. Since Onew hurt his ankle from the previous job, Jonghyun who had always sat behind the computer was forced to directly get into the security system while the Ace-Taemin, and Minho got into their position to steal. He had to be a swindler alongside Sooyoung, however, he was not good at that. In the middle of their job, the two of them had a petty fight and ruined their covers. Both of them had to run away from the guards, up until they reached the rooftop. Their emergency escape plan was to jump over the building, all the way down from the twenty three flooring.

It was extremely hilarious, albeit a bit deafening as Minho heard nothing but the two screaming their lungs out for that precious ten seconds. He snickered while he and Taemin managed to escape the building and fetched their van to the place Jonghyun and Sooyoung would land.

"I don't get why Taemin likes jumping off of the building," Jonghyun was white, meanwhile Sooyoung was busy throwing up her lunch into a plastic container.

"It's fun!" he chirped, laughing at the horror face both of them put up.

Minho, who was naturally a prankster, had recorded the screams to mock Sooyoung whenever she got his nerves. The most ridiculous thing was that Onew had it as his morning alarm, and it didn't fail to wake the entire headquarter up. That's just how loud they were.

 

 

 

"I met Onew when I was eighteen, I have nowhere to go and I steal to live. He caught me doing that in the market and scolded me," Minho said as they laid on the rooftop, enjoying the warm breeze of an afternoon.

"He took you in," Taemin concluded.

"Yeah, he brought me to a small vacant house, and he fed me," he stared into the sky, while his hand ran into the Ace's fluffy hair. It was a thing between them, Taemin always asked him to do that and recently, it became a habit on Minho's side too. Whenever they met up in the rooftop, Taemin would lay down next to him or on his lap, and Minho would comb the silky hair until Taemin fell asleep.

"At first he didn't tell me what he do for a living, but I found out anyway, and decided to help his good will," Minho ended up telling Taemin the darkest day of his life, before it started to change, although not into a good path, but a better one with the rest of the member joining one by one. He told him a lot about Onew, his life saver, a figure of a parent and about their ragtag group that steal in the name of justice. He was proud to say that they weren't just a bunch of people, but a family.

"It must be nice," Taemin exclaimed softly. "I wish to have met you guys sooner."

"You're here now," he replied after some times, and Taemin didn't answer again. He could be falling asleep right then, Minho assumed from his steady breathing.

 

 

 

"I'm in," Jonghyun smirked as he hacked the security system, "the back door will open in three, two, and... one."

The door in front of Minho opened after the green light flickered, he sneaked in with Taemin and closed after them. Taemin was leading him, smooth and quick, and Minho knew why he was a legend in this world. Taemin barely made a noise, he was elegant in his every move, avoiding all the camera while guiding Minho inside.

Jonghyun kept warning them about the upcoming police patrol. Well, everyone in here was police officer and this task was a bit tricky because, even though it was just a small region, the police branch office had the best security system in the town. But with Taemin, Minho thought that they could conquer it easier.

"We're in," Minho signalled Jonghyun, processing the other high technology lock right away. As he got combination for the password, Taemin punched the digit and they unlocked another door. Two doors opened and three more to go before they reach the documents they were looking for.

Up in the ceiling, crawling through the small ventilation pipe, they both slowly reaching the vaults where the dirty money was placed and hidden papers that were a living proof upon a crime the police government did.

It was not an easy task though, as they plugged in to the main system, Jonghyun got blocked in the twice and he almost got caught by the petty security system that kept refreshing in every half an hour. But he of course was an expert hacker, he managed to get the vault door open for Taemin and Minho, processing the data about the fabrication acts, and sent a good number they wanted straight into their ghost bank account.

Minho noticed how serious Taemin was, looking far from what he always seen before. It was another Taemin, and his heart clenched at that. Just how many faces the Ace could show him? Was the Taemin he knew this far was the real him, or maybe it was just an image he wanted to show.

"We're done here, let's go."

"You go first," he coldly refused Minho.

"What are you looking for?"

The later ignored the question and ran through another pile of paperwork. Minho held his hand and for a brief second he could see rage in the latter’s eyes. What happen?

"Taemin..."

He was acting weird, Minho concluded. Something, Taemin was definitely up to something, probably the main reason why he agreed joining their small group in this big project. He could see it, very clear in the eyes that they both have different motive right then. Minho didn't want to, but the trust he had for Taemin waver for a while.

"One more," Taemin gritted his teeth, "just one more file, Minho."

For some reason, Minho couldn't say anything. His lips were sealed and the gaze on Taemin’s eyes was stunning him. There was sadness, desperation, anger, also revenge. In the end, he let Taemin's hand go and walked to the door, processing yet another digital door with Jonghyun's previous guidance.

Taemin joined him soon after, without a voice he closed the door behind them and he felt a slight tug from Taemin when he was about to turn right at the corner. He followed the later to the other side of the building and hid behind a door until they heard footsteps approaching them. Jonghyun was not in his ear, so Minho thought that everything was somehow odd.

"Jonghyun?" He whispered.

"Sshh," his ear buzzed from the quiet reply.

"What happen?"

"I've been found out, will do something so quickly, so you guys need to go on your own."

"Rooftop exit plan," Onew intruded their conversation. "Spread around first, meet again at the lobby in three hours."

Minho frowned at this, Jonghyun was in trouble and Onew was panting like he was just running three rounds of his daily running track. He stared at Taemin who was in front of him, finally realising how close they were behind the door. Taemin was backing him on the door while he was looking out for a clear vision.

"What are we gonna do?"

He got Taemin's attention again, eyes soft like he knew him before, the playful but professional legendary thief. And he swore he saw a slight tug at the corners of the younger's lips, "We jump off of the rooftop."

"What?"

"Don't say that you're afraid of height now."

"No, but we only have 1 full safety gear since Key has used one of them."

"Will suffice."

Taemin dragged him out of there swiftly, avoiding the camera at all cost, and the pace was faster than before. Minho could feel his heart accelerating, his blood pumped out too quickly than he thought he would be. With Taemin basically had him on his grip, both of them escaped from to the rooftop.

At the corner of the rooftop, he watched Taemin set the safety gear on him, and he protested, "Why only me?"

"Because you're a novice."

"It's high, Taemin, even an expert could die from up here."

"Not if you hold me tight."

"Tie us together then," he desperately unclasped the buckle on his waist, but Taemin scolded him sternly. "That will only endanger us, idiot."

"You could die."

"Will die with no regret."

"You're crazy."

"Oh yes, I am. Now shut up and let me keep you safe."

Minho groaned as Taemin tightened the rope around his waist and legs, making sure the knots were together in harmony and the rope was strong enough to hold both of them. Taemin put extra care as he tied Minho to the rope, he didn't want to die now, he knew that for sure. And for that second, his trust for Taemin building up yet again, he still believed that the thief was on his side, even though he had something hidden from the rest of them. He could ask him later in the future, and if Taemin trusted him enough, he would tell Minho soon.

"Let's land safely," Taemin encircled his arms around Minho's torso as they stood at the edge of the building, his one hand slipped under the safety gear while the other patting on the broad back. He smiled at Minho for a brief second and whispered, "Don't let me go, or else..."

Without no hesitation the elder of the two wrapped his arms around Taemin's smaller body, he embraced him tightly while he muttered on his hair, "I won't."

There was a chuckle vibrating against his body, calming but at the same time tingled his heart. Taemin held him tightly, and Minho, while cursing in his head, promised himself that he wouldn't let Taemin die in his arms. He would embrace the smaller no matter how hard it was, he wouldn't let Taemin fall. He didn't know what he would be if he slipped from his grip.

"You're nervous."

"Don't tell me you don't."

"I am," Taemin smiled at him, "but I would die because of your grip first, not from the jump."

Minho hesitated to loosen his arms, but when Taemin slowly wrapped tighter around his torso, legs snaking in between his with Minho basically supporting his weight, Minho was convinced that they would probably be okay.

"Ready?" The smaller asked. "The jump is on you."

He didn't know why he did this, but Minho placed a soft kiss on the crown of Taemin, some kind of promise that he would never let him hurt through this fall. Minho then felt a pair of lips on the column of his neck, "Why don't you just-"

"Okay," Minho then dipped to kiss Taemin's lips. He savoured the softness of those lips, molding them eagerly because he couldn't deny that he didn't think about their previous kiss. As their tongue entangled with each other, he found himself liking the way Taemin moaned silently into his mouth. He dared to say that Taemin was enjoying this kiss.

A thump ended their kiss. Taemin placed a peck on the corner of his lips and hugged him again. He nodded, encouraging Minho. With a deep sigh, he picked Taemin up before he leaned towards the edge.

"Here we go," and then they jumped.

Minho quite liked it, jumping with Taemin in his arms. It was one of the best moments he had while working. Their main job was done as planned, albeit the absurd exit and that unplanned kiss. The six of them spent the night celebrating their tip, which was the stolen money, and enjoying the breaking news about the police's corruption.

And everything felt perfect for some reason.

 

 

However, it was only a brief calm before the storm.

 

 

"He's gone," Minho startled Onew from his sleep, "he left."

"Who?" The eldest groggily asked, voice still thick from sleep and alcohol last night.

"Taemin. His room is empty, not anything is left behind," he replied. His heart clenched; he should have known that, he should have seen this coming but he didn't expect it to be this soon. Key and Sooyoung went to check his room and came back with a gloomy face.

Jonghyun soon joined them, "He transferred into several ghost accounts and quite hard to trace him. He only moved his share though, he didn't take more."

"Can you try to find his whereabout, hyung?"

The shorter male nodded hesitantly, "Bad news is, the only trace I he left is those bank accounts, better than nothing."

Onew sighed, and Minho knew it was almost impossible to do that. They always used this method to run away from the web police and he was quite sure Taemin could be anywhere out there and easily avoid them. With a hurried pace Minho went to their small vault and found Taemin's locker was empty too. And it dawned at him, that the Ace had gone for real.

"He is probably left an hour or two," Key added. "The floor in his bathroom is still wet."

"Yeah, but that's a lot of time for someone like him," Sooyoung pouted, "He’s smooth."

The conversation kept going between them, however Minho tuned them out. He thought he knew Taemin. Apparently not.

And Taemin was gone. Just like that. As if those eight months were nothing.

Minho should have gotten himself ready for this kind of goodbye, he knew from the very start that Taemin was a thief, just like him and the rest of them. This was probably why he didn't want to trust him wholly. Taemin was a thief, a shadow, a living myth, and Minho really should have known that, but still, he could taste that weird, suffocating ache in his chest that tasted like betrayal.

So all those words of wanting to stay here and regret of meeting them late were only an empty, meaningless saying?

He was a thief, he kept repeating it. He should have seen this, he chanted it continuously.

 

 

 

Minho kept going into that spare room once in a while, although he knew there was nobody in there, but he still had that responsibility in him to take care of the three potted plants. Taemin left them behind. It was just a decoration for him, it didn't mean anything to him, Minho assumed. Maybe it was only him that was fond of taking care of them. Maybe Taemin actually found them a bother. Well, Minho didn't know what Taemin actually felt, he was a stranger again.

"Hey," Onew ruffled his hair as he spray the plants blankly.

"The kids are worried about you," the elder started again. "You barely talk to us, I don't think you're fine. You haven't said anything since then."

He stopped attending the succulent and threw the sprayer to the side. "What do you want me to say? That we should have seen this coming?"

His voice shook, out of anger, disappointment, sadness, all of them bitter on his tongue. Minho knew he wasn't supposed to yell at Onew, he was in the same position as him, but he was so mad that he didn't care it was Onew he raised his voice at. "He used us. You know that. Yet you let him. He used us, and he used-"

Me.

He used me, that was what Minho wanted to say. But he stopped himself saying that, for it only made him sound like a helpless, pathetic human being. Was his heart was too weak to be manipulated? Was he always an easy target in Taemin's eyes? He hated this. He hated the fact that he trusted him so quickly when he knew that the thief had so many faces. He hated that he trusted someone who could easily throw away everything as if he was equal to nothing.

With the gentle pat on his back, Minho eventually cried his tears out in silence. How pathetic he was right then and there. "Why would Taemin do this?"

I thought we felt the same way.

Minho was about to continue his sentence but he stopped yet again, it would only make it felt extremely real, that his heart was stolen by the Ace. He hit the table, voicing his disappointment, anger and betrayal.

Don't be ridiculous, Minho, he laughed at himself, you never had him in the first place. Taemin was a free spirit who belonged to nobody but he himself.

 

 

 

Three weeks after the Ace disappearance, the team slowly stitching themselves up and started to work, to plan, to steal, to return back people's right. Minho thought that it was probably the best, work could be a distraction of his aching heart, and it did. His day was slightly better, although he still avoided the rooftop; it reminded him of Taemin so much and the anger in him was still too strong whenever he stayed there alone. But it didn't always like that, when he felt like missing the younger one, he would sat at the edge of the building like how Taemin always did. Sometimes the breeze could lift him up a bit, a memory of jumping over with Taemin chuckling in his arms enlightened his day.

However, focusing on their jobs too much only made them realise things that could have been done by Taemin, perfecting their teamwork like he had always been with them since the very start. Taemin was an additional player. They just had to go way back before the Ace joined them and accomplished their jobs as usual. But evidently it wasn't that easy.

Jonghyun, not only once, prepared five in-ear pieces instead of four. Or Sooyoung calling Taemin to boast her new tricks. Minho still knocked the empty bedroom whenever he was about to water the plants. Even Onew or Key sometimes still mentioned Ace or Taemin's name when they did the roll call on every end of their job. The five of them had always a complete fit, but when the Ace came in his glory, fitting in the already great bond, he only making it perfect.

Now that he was gone, they were like broken pieces that didn't feel the same anymore.

"Guys," Jonghyun broke the silence after their quiet dinner, "I don't want to give you all false hope, but I think I could track Taemin. That is if you giys want me to search for him."

Everyone looked at the computer maniac with interest. Then he continued, "Sooyoung broke her in-ear and as I fixed hers, I remembered that I put a GPS in it. Taemin never returned his, actually, so we could probably track him. If only he didn't throw it away. Then it would be useless."

They came into silence, Minho's heart beating rapidly at the revelation, but he was unsure if he wanted to know his whereabout. Key then raised his voice, "Find him."

"Trace him until the end," Onew added, "I'm still not giving up, just in case you don't know."

They were just a bit running to Jonghyun's lab, Minho being dragged by Sooyoung because he remained speechless all the time. And they were all surrounding Jonghyun's screens and his other high-tech devices. Minho stayed a bit far from the excited four, because he still wouldn't give himself a littlest hope of finding Taemin.

After quite some times, almost an hour later, Jonghyun shouted, startling the tired embers, "Found him!"

"You sure?" Onew asked.

"It's moving, he is moving," Jonghyun pointed at the red dot on the big screen, "Why don't we confirm that it is him?"

"Minho?" Key stared at him, everyone did too, all Minho had to do was say yes and they would move right away.

"Why is he in the dock anyway? Is he going somewhere far? I mean-"

"Let's get him," Minho ran out of the lab without any further talk, he grabbed the car key and started the engine. He at least needed an explanation from him, if Taemin was going to some place far away from Seoul, he would let him only after he asked him several questions.

 

 

 

"Stop," Jonghyun asked them to park the van few meters away from the stopping red dot, which probably Taemin. "He would run away if he sees us."

"Then I'm going," Minho unbuckled his belt, he turned to Onew and Jonghyun who came along with him and warned, "Alone."

"Wear your ear piece," the technician gave him a pair of in-ear piece.

"But-"

"Let us know if it's him or not. Or just in case you're in trouble."

With a sigh, he put it into his ears, "I'll be back."

Minho walked in between the stacks of containers, quietly he snooped to the exact location he had memorised earlier. He stayed low on the ground before peeking around the corner to see if the device really led him to the Ace.

And there Taemin was, hiding in the shadow of the stacked containers, looking ever so ethereal. His midnight hair was darker than the shadow surrounding him, even darker than his all black clothes. He was staring afar, as if waiting. Minho wondered if he was on a job. Care he not, the taller guy went closer, made a circle around the container to get behind the thief.

"Taemin," he didn't know his whisper could be that shaky, desperation thick.

The Ace snapped in a split second, eyes bulging out as if he recognised his low voice.

"Minho," the eyes softened, voice gentle and whispery. He watched how Taemin's eyes shook, as if he was about to cry from the flashes of their good memories but soon hardened and cold again. He crossed Minho's personal space like he always did (Minho was glad that he didn't change in that aspect) and cornered him, "You shouldn't be here."

"How dare you say that to me when you left without a word," Minho meant it to be harsh, but he sounded more like broken and begging. His eyes stung for some reason. It could be because he saw the in-ear Jonghyun talked about was hanging as a necklace. Or it could be because of Taemin looking so beautiful, bright, and very fine. It hurt a bit, to witness how well he was right now; that could be the main reason.

"I'm sorry, Minho," then the eyes shifted back, into a pair of soft, gentle eyes that would sparks whenever they talked about justice, dream and freedom. Minho didn't know how to feel when he locked eyes with him.

Taemin then flinched, and Minho noted that he was wearing another ear pieces. The Ace was indeed taking part in a job right now, for he started dragging Minho way back into the darker area, they ran quietly in between the small space and Taemin pushed him away to the opposite direction, "You need to leave."

"What are you saying?" Minho stood still, "I'm not going until I get an explanation from you."

"I'll find you in the future."

"No!" Minho insisted.

Then he heard ruckus from around him and Taemin hurriedly ran towards him, eyes rounded in panic when he heard someone in his ear yelling pretty loud. Minho saw fear in the latter’s eyes and then a loud yell broke the silence, calling the Ace. And in that split second, he was thrown so hard to the container behind him, head hit the metal so hard that got his ears rang and there was a thundering bang near him. When he tried to open his eyes he saw Taemin in a blur, there was a bright orange light behind the Ace and red liquid dripping on his face, coming from Taemin. Then he felt a nimble finger turning on his ear piece before a gentle, weak voice alerting Jonghyun across the device. His vision darkened. Everything went so fast, just as fast as his consciousness slipping away after hearing a faint, "Stay with me."

 

 

 

Minho woke up to Sooyoung's panic voice, "What the hell happen?"

"Can you not yell? Minho needs a good rest," the soft voice belonged to Onew.

"There are police everywhere in the building," her tone higher; she was not the person who would listen to anyone when she was in panic.

"We don't know the details, there was a train of explosions, and Taemin apparently had saved Minho from the said trap. He got combustion, but I heard he was doing well."

"What trap? I don't understand. Minho was barging in his job, right?"

"Yes. It was reckless of us," Onew explained, "When Taemin left, Jonghyun somehow got himself into Taemin's email. Although he was good at deleting his trace, Jonghyun was better at finding things up in the binary world and he found out that the Ace works for the main police branch to spy on us."

"What?!" Sooyoung gasped. "He fooled us?"

"At first," Jonghyun added, "seems like he smelled something fishy when he was doing the job with us, I believe he found some files and chalked up the detective who hired him. They let us go somehow, aiming a bigger catch and all."

"So are you saying that he promised the police to do some work for our freedom?" Sooyoung wasn't sure.

"That's why the police aren't touching us," the eldest of them all replied quietly, "Taemin has the explanation, the thing is, we can't get close to him. I'm a bit worried about his condition too."

"Is he alright?" Minho groaned when he couldn't sit up right away, his head spinning like he just got hit by a bulldozer.

"Oh, gosh, Minho! You're awake! How are you feeling?" Onew asked worriedly, assisting by his side until he was fully seated.

"Where is Taemin?"

"Minho-"

"He's okay, right?"

"Yes, he is fine. Got some burn on his back, but they had grafted the skin. Broke his two of his ribs too-" Minho hastily stood up at the Ace's condition but his body was hardly listening, thus he swooned to the floor. "Minho, you got a concussion, you're not allowed to get off of the bed this soon."

"We have an unsolved problem, hyung. We need to talk to him."

"Later, Minho," he helped him sit on the bed once again before whispering, "I'll make sure he won't disappear before you see him."

At that, Minho was breaking again, although not crying. Onew tucked him into bed and patted his trembling hand, "We'll figured it out together. Just rest for now."

 

 

 

"Officer Go?" Sooyoung with his nurse outfit approached the guard that watched over Taemin's room looking so pretty until he she could hear him gulp, "There's some prescription for Mr. Lee, and you're needed to get it right now."

"But I shouldn't leave my station."

"Oh," she acted like she was confused, cuteness added to her tone. It looked disgusting to their group but was affecting the police, so that would do the trick. "He needs the medicines. If you're unsure you can ask your superior first."

He then fumbled with his walkie talkie which Sooyoung had messed up with when he helped her with the things she dropped accidentally early this morning. The police looked somewhat happy after hearing a strangled voice agreeing to his request. Luckily he didn't suspicious about the awkward voice Jonghyun emitted and followed Sooyoung to the empty nurse station. Of course, Onew was more than ready to make him sleep right after.

Minho then walked into the ward Taemin resided, locking the door from the inside just to make sure there was no other threat coming because he was not in the shape of fighting or defending himself.

He didn't know what to expect, but definitely not about seeing an empty bed. No Taemin in sight. Disappointment soon washed over him and he chuckled to himself. With only one guard in front of his room, surely Taemin had the upper hand. He was a thief, he chanted it repeatedly.

Taemin was the legendary Ace, he was a magnificent thief.

"Minho?" A familiar voice startled him, he turned to his side and heard his name being called again, although the voice was softer than before.

He saw Taemin with his IV line in one hand coming out from the bathroom, hair dripping wet after a wash he surely had with difficulty, for he saw bandage wrapped all over his body like it was his clothes.

"I shouldn't wet this," he pointed at his back (right, his combustion wound) then sheepishly shrugged, "but my hair is so itchy and smelly, so I need to clean up a bit just in case you'd come to see me."

Minho wondered if the later was crazy or it was him, that was so stupid being melted down just by hearing that coming from Taemin. All the good memories overwhelmed his brain and he found himself forgiving the thief already. His heart, had been in a roller coaster ride with Taemin as the operator; up and down the way the smaller wanted him to feel. He was just hopeless.

"Minho?" he confusedly stared at him who crowded him to the bathroom door.

"Can you not," he paused, voice became a broken whisper as he continued, "call my name like that?"

Then he kissed Taemin, deep and hard against the wooden door. This probably not the best way to greet a patient, but he could care less. Not until Taemin groaned in between his moans. Minho finally realised that Taemin broke his ribs and his back was injured, yet here he was, pushing it to the limit.

"God, I'm sorry," he backed away, winching at the pout Taemin had on his face.

"You're an idiot," Taemin stated.

"No, you are, why the hell are you covering me for the explosion? You could have died."

He didn't know how he ended at the edge of the bed, but Taemin had made him sit obediently. "I'm so glad that you're fine."

Minho's voice almost gone when he felt Taemin reaching for his cheek, head leaning to the touch, "It's just a concussion."

Taemin nodded at him and smiled gently.

"We're not in a movie, don't be a hero for me. It's dangerous, Tae," he whispered. "You're injured quite badly because of your foolish act."

"Stop being a worrywart. I'm thankful that it's me, not you."

"Still! You could have died!"

"Sshh," Taemin invaded his personal space, sitting on his laps and kissed him gently. He kissed him slow but not emotionless, making Minho crumbled yet again. Soon Minho's hand found purchase on Taemin's nape and pulled him deeper into the kiss, savouring the swipe of their lips. He wanted to ask why, why did Taemin risk his life for him? However for some reason, he already knew the answer although Taemin didn't come clean to it.

"Key is planning to hit some ," his lips barely leaving Taemin's, "how dare they put you in danger?"

Taemin chuckled, and the gush of air fanning over his lips made Minho's heart fluttered. "I work for the police."

"I heard."

"They're the good guy. The other party is not. And you, you kind of ruin my plan and cause me this."

"I'm sorry," Minho really meant it. "I really am..."

"Oh, you should be," he grinned, "you should be."

"What could I do for you?"

As Taemin retreated, a small smile rested on the later's face, "You'll let me finish this one task and out of it."

"Sorry, it's not my decision. Key is already doing it."

"You guys are unbelievable."

"Once we catch that bastard, we want you to quit this stupid, noble business with the police. We have impending projects that Onew and Key said that you'd find them interesting."

The smaller gasped, "Am I still the part of the plan?"

"Key is kind of pissed off because he has to put a delay on them."

Taemin hugged Minho to death, and he could only shrugged his shoulders as he saw Onew smiling outside the door. Of course, the four of them would be spying. But Minho smiled back at them. Forgiving Taemin was going to be a long process, he still had some insecurity for him, however, the six of them could work it out together. As family.

 

 

 

"Tell me how you get yourself work with the police to get us."

They were back at the living room, popcorn in their hands as they watched the news about the corrupted counsels got prisoned due to fabrication, money laundering, and wrongly use their powers towards the civilian.

"My father was the head detective," Taemin confessed, "he was stripped down from his seat because he didn't want to cover them up." He was pointing at the screen and the news continued about detective Lee's release from the prison and a clean-up upon his good name.

"Don't tell me your father is detective Lee," Jonghyun gasped. "He was wrongly accused for kidnapping the counsel's daughter. And-"

"Some of his friends in the hub know that I'm a thief and ask me to help them get you guys in return of revealing the true story about my father. But then I found out that you have the same vision, so here we are."

"I can't believe this," Sooyoung went dreamy.

"Neither do I," added the youngest of them all.

Taemin then abruptly stood up and ran to his previous bedroom. Minho watched him, was about to get to him but stopped to see the rest of the team.

"Go," Onew smiled at him, knowing.

Then he peeked into the gap of the opening door, witnessing Taemin staring at the three potted plants on his desk.

"You don't throw them away."

"I water them when you're gone."

"And this one is a cactus."

Minho nodded, "Very small but it's still growing."

"Yeah..." Taemin then came to face Minho and said, "This feels like home."

 

 

 

"Are you sure about this?" Sooyoung was shaking in her feet.

"This is illegal, you know," this time Jonghyun was rumbling too, screaming prayers over prayers.

"Since when we're talking about legalities, hyung?" Taemin chirped happily, "We're thieves!"

"I can't believe what we're about to do," Onew sighed.

"Why am I doing this?" Key looked frustrated.

"You suggest this," Minho rolled his eyes.

"In five, people!"

"I'm not ready-" Sooyoung screamed, "I'm not- AAAAAAHHHH!"

They jumped.

Minho met eyes with Taemin's sparkly eyes, and it felt like the first time they met. Except this time, Minho jumped too.

 

 

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Happy 2min anniverysary~ been years and I can't believe I still stan Taemin and Minho like this. They are just so cute together, I mean, they're so loud. This delu fangirl sees that both of them enjoy being in each other's company so bad, and they seem to know more about the other than they know themself lol. And don't mention the natural skinship, the subtle attraction between them. Don't you just adore them two? I wish they have a good relationship until forever. The bond is strong and you can't argue me!

I am sad I couldn't go to the shining party because I have used all my day off. But I'm streaming like dilinquent lol. Anyway, I'm writing this because I'm somehow inspired by Jump, by our shining boys. I like this song. Well, I like everything about SHINee though.

Leave a heartful message for me and hopefully you'll forgive the errors you fond while you're reading.

Lots of love,

aqcelnicorus :D