target located
minho/yuri
pg-13, 926w
secret agents!au. in which minho gets shot and yuri has to clean up the mess
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minho races down the alleyway, arm bloodied and stinging like a bitch. he vaults over a trashcan and veers a sharp right into the backdoor of a night club.
he presses himself against a wall, unnoticed by dancers in the darkness and flashing strobe lights. minho tightens his grip on his gun and waits for his next instructions.
"okay," yuri's sweet, lilting voice filters through his earpiece, and minho lets himself breathe. "target 1 and 2 have taken the bait, and are now at location. taemin and kyuhyun will take it from here, so get your scrawny ass back to the van for first aid"
minho chuckles, leaning his head against the wall and letting the pounding music wash over him. he winces as he lifts his arm to inspect the damage.
two bullets in his left forearm. an inch deep. four to six week recovery period.
fuck.
he begins to weave his way through the throng of sweaty people, clutching at his arm firmly to staunch the blood.
a clearly drunk girl with a belt for a skirt throws herself at him, stumbling against his chest. she slurs something indecipherable at him, and minho can make out you're so hot and let's fuck in the bathroom before she totters off to proposition another unsuspecting male.
yuri's derisive snorts cut through the awful trance music and into his right ear.
"wow, i completely forgot about the lack of self-control and dignity in hongdae nightlife. i simply must go out sometime" she says dryly.
minho rolls his eyes good-naturedly as he walks out the entrance of the club, nodding at nichkhun covering as the bouncer.
"don't tell me you were jealous of that girl. i don't go for the chubby, tiny ones" he mutters teasingly as he makes his way towards the nondescript black van across the street.
yuri scoffs, and minho can hear her rustling about, probably arranging equipment to fix him up.
"i wasn't, because you know i'd amputate your arm if you touch anyone else"
the door swings open, and minho can't help but smirk at yuri's raised eyebrow before she pulls him in.
with his injured arm.
"fuck, yuri, that hurts" he whines, wincing as she methodically applies antiseptic to the wound.
she silences him with one searing glare, before deftly plucking out the bullets with a flick of her wrist and her trusty tweezers that never seen to break even when stupid douchebags get shot all the time - oh wait, that's just you.
minho gingerly sets his arm down after it's been bandaged. the monitors crackle with life on the wall of the van, and yuri slides over to put on her headpiece.
"talk to me kyuhyun" she demands, furiously tapping away at various keyboards.
"we got the fucking bastard," kyuhyun's smooth, velvety voice makes even swearing sound heavenly. "i'll get him back to HQ for sooyoung to interrogate"
yuri chuckles as she logs onto the local CCTV's database to erase all evidence of them being at the area. they essentially disappeared off the grid.
"that bastard's got no chance then. alright then, you know the drill. move out and make sure you actually do the report this time, not fobbing it off to that new agent"
"but suzy's so efficient!"
"suck it up, cho. and tell taemin to stay at jinki's place tonight"
minho, who had been dozing under the painkillers yuri slipped him, suddenly jolts awake. he nudges yuri, but she simply swats him away. kyuhyun chuckles over the line.
"minho got shot again, didn't he? i bet he's in for another session of recovery"
yuri rolls her eyes at the suggestive tone of the weapons specialist.
"mind your own business, boy. just because sooyoung refuses to even look at you doesn't mean you can be a nosy little bitch"
minho snorts, because their whole team knows it's true.
"hey!" kyuhyun protests hotly, and minho can imagine his red face. "she's totally into me, i know it, okay?"
yuri laughs.
"alright buddy, you keep telling youself that" she sweetly remarks.
"just you wait and see, kwon yuri. we'll be fucking before the week -"
"goodnight, kyuhyun"
yuri turns off the connection, removing the headset and shaking her head, chuckling. minho takes the opportunity to sling his uninjured arm around her waist and pull her closer. he buries his head into her neck, breathing in the familiar scent of cherryblossoms and cinnamon.
(he'll never tell her this, but the first thing he thinks of when something in a mission goes wrong is what would happen if he couldn't see yuri's face for the last time.
it always spurs him on that little bit faster and shoot that little bit more accurate.)
yuri chuckles softly, pressing a butterly kiss against his shoulder.
"you had me worried there for a second" she whispers against his collarbone.
minho raises an eyebrow.
"only for a second?" he teases gently, exhaustion seeping into his voice. "shows how much you care"
yuri doesn't reply, simply cups his face between her warm, warm hands and kisses him until he only sees the stars and her.
"you're such a brat when you're on painkillers" she sighs against his jawline, but minho can hear the words she doesn't need to say.
i love you, don't you dare leave me, who's going to wake me up on monday mornings if you do?
he merely smirks and links his pinky with hers.
"come on, let's go back to my place. i heard i have the hottest chick in the agency staying over tonight"
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