Sehun was getting ready for his date with Jongin, who had upheld his promise to visit the cafe every morning on days that Sehun was working. Friday came by with them exchanging lazy texts to each other about their day and the occasional photo of what they were doing, which consisted of Sehun sending pictures of him cooking or watching TV and Jongin surrounded by endless case files.

It was Saturday and the morning started late for Sehun who chose to wake up late since his shift was in the evening. He had went to work like any other day and it was uneventful. That is until he reached home, and started getting ready for his date. Yixing was nowhere to be seen, thank god, that would have been an endless war of Yixing insisting Sehun not go on the date and Sehun ultimately going but being late.

He stood in front of his closet and pondered what to wear. Since he left the date idea completely up to Jongin he didn't know what to dress for, so he decided to ask Jongin. Jongin's reply was to 'dress casual.'

Sehun donned black skinny jeans and a tight black t-shirt that hugged his form and showed off his lithe but untypically lean and delicately muscled body. He decided to throw on a leather jacket to go for sultry and lined his eyes in black. He figured it might have been too much black for a date but at least it was all one shade of black and did not look mismatched or weird.

He sat down and waited for Jongin to pick him up. It was around 7:55 pm by now. Sehun decided to pack up and keep warm the food he had cooked earlier. He had already cleaned the kitchen and left food out for Yixing. By the time Sehun had packed away the food, leaving out enough for Yixing to eat and cleaning up, the buzzer to his apartment rang.

He answered it and heard, "Hey babe, it's Jongin. Wanna come down now?" Sehun pressed the intercom, "Be right down...babe." and grabbed his keys before running down the stairs, the elevator seemed to take too long to come.

As soon as he opened the door and met fresh cold air, he was wrapped in a pair of strong arms and surrounded by a minty scent. Jongin pulled back and held his face only to press their lips together shortly. "Hey." Sehun breathed. "Hey." Jongin answered with a smirk before stepping back. Sehun finally got a good look at Jongin now. He was wearing a pair of regular jeans that happened to fit nice and snug around his strong, thick thighs, a normal white v-neck and a white leather jacket over top. That must be hard to keep clean. Sehun thought about the jacket.

"Let's go, time is wasting." Jongin said while leading the way to a motorcycle? Sehun absolutely adores motorcycles and always wanted to ride one. "Eek!" He let out. Jongin looked back at him, worried, "Are you scared? I don't normally ride a bike but I just had one laying around and I thought that it would be good to take you out on. That you'd like it but if you're scared I can go and get my car and come back to get you so that you can be comfortable because I just want you to be comfortable." Jongin let out in a rant.

Sehun chuckled, "No, it's perfect. I always wanted to ride a bike but my brother never let me. He said that they're nothing but overpriced death traps. I would love to ride on one. Especially if it means I'll get to cling on to you." Sehun ended with a little wink.

Jongin looked absolutely gleeful. "Well then, hop on for the ride of your life. And this is most definitely not a deathtrap, I drive very carefully and if anything I have my portable police siren with me so I can always clear the road for a safer drive."

"Jongiiiiin! You can't abuse the police siren like that. It's meant for catching criminals and warning civilians to steer clear. Although I think the thought of it is extremely romantic." Sehun smiled cutely.

“I solemnly promise from here on out I will not abuse my power. Not that I ever have before, but like I said, you make me want to break every rule in the book.”

“I am the rulebook, there will be no breaking of any rules.” Sehun strictly told Jongin. “Okay, now hop on.” jongin said, jumping on the bike and lifting up the brace. He balanced both his feet on the ground holding the bike steady for Sehun to get on.

Sehun easily jumped up and wrapped hands tightly around Jongin’s lower waist. Jongin the engine and took off slowly.

Sehun could feel the wind whipping on his face and it went from a satisfying chill to an uncomfortable cold. Boy was he glad that he walked with his jacket.

Soon they reached to a plaza and Jongin stopped in.

“We’re here.” He announced killing the engine. Sehun hopped off the bike first before Jongin pulled out the stop and hopped off as well, tossing his keys into his jacket pocket.

“Where exactly is here?” Sehun questioned, looping arms with Jongin and holding him close while attempting to comb his hair with his free hand’s fingers. It wasn’t working that well but Sehun figured he could rock that messy, teased hair look.

They stepped into a door and were welcomed by an arcade. “I really hope you like it. I kind of figured that you weren’t a fine dining and super uptight scene. Not that you don’t look elegant and that you’re too lowclas for fine dinin-” Sehun placed his finger over Jongin’s lips effectively shutting him up. “As much as I appreciate how cute your rambling is, shut up. I love it! And you were exactly right about me, I’m not offended. How about I kick your in some skee ball now?”

They played skee-ball and Sehun was pleasantly surprised at how good Jongin was, although he lived up to his promise of kicking Jongin’s .

They then ran to the shooting games and tried to out aim each other. Jongin, being a police officer obviously had amazing aim and shot 100% but Sehun wasn’t so far behind. “My father taught me. I’m also naturally quite a straight shooter.” Was all the explanation that Jongin was supplied with, along with a shrug and an overly exaggerated wink.

By the time they were done playing only a few of the shooting games, they had accumulated so many tickets. Jongin grabbed Sehun’s hand and excitedly dragged Sehun over to a stand. There was a cute little brown puppy that upon seeing, Sehun said, “It looks like a doggie version of you Jongin!” Jongin being a dog lover wasn’t the least bit offended and decided to cash in his tickets to get one for Sehun.

Sehun hugged it close to him and then gave Jongin a small peck on his cheek. “Thank you baby. I’ll sleep with it every night.”

Jongin could feel himself becoming flustered, “Wouldn’t the real thing be better?” Jongin tried to recover. Sehun nodded but still said, “This is a great replacement though.”

Their night came to a close in a small diner after they had their fun of games. Sehun gave Jongin his own white stuffed dog he named Vivi. They sat in the diner, accompanied by their companions.

“So, pineapple on pizza or not?” Jongin asked. “Mm, I have no preference. I don’t get it on mine but I don’t care if there is.”

Jongin made a disgusted face before composing himself. “I can learn to accept you but it will be a tough journey.”

Sehun let out a loud laugh. “I’m sure.”

They enjoyed their pineapple free pizza and spent their time asking random questions similar to that one.

Jongin learned that Sehun dances and that he is only working part time in a coffee shop as he pursues his dream of being a dancer, that work is hard to come by right now. That Sehun loves bubble tea with a passion and that he’s an awfully sassy person who will be hard to keep track of. He found out that Sehun is 27 turning 28, making him a year younger than Jongin.

Sehun learned that Jongin also dances and that if it weren’t for his dreams of becoming a detective like his uncle he would have pursued dancing as a career as well. That Jongin absolutely loves dogs, to which Sehun shouted ‘score, marriage material.’

After another thrilling but safe ride, as Jongin pointed out they reached Sehun’s apartment.

“Would you like to come up?” Sehun asked. “Of course.” Jongin said enthusiastically.

As they reached Sehun’s apartment and sat down, Sehun loaded an action movie for them to watch. Halfway through the movie and with Jongin and Sehun cuddling together under a blanket, Jongin’s phone went off with a notification.

Sehun reached down to grab Jongin’s phone from where he left his jacket hanging on the couch handle and suddenly let out a loud gasp dropping the phone.

Sehun then broke down in loud shuddering sobs and Jongin flabbergasted tried to hold him.

It was at that moment that Yixing chose to walk in. He saw his baby brother crying and a strange man hovering over him, trying to coax him out of crying.

Yixing immediately went to Jongin grabbing him, “What the hell did you do to him?” He said hitting him square in the face.

Sehun jumped up, grabbing hold of Jongin and shielding him protectively with his body.

“Ge, he didn’t do anything. I just saw this.” He said and handed the phone to Yixing who seemed to deflate with sadness.

“Sehun, what happened?” Jongin said peering at the phone. He saw a picture of a mangled body stamped with the insignia of the Macha Mafia.

“That’s the stamp that was found on the bodies of my murdered parents.” Sehun said, clutching tighter onto Jongin.