TW- references suicide and miscarriage
Heeseung couldn't resist. He playfully slapped Sunghoon's ass.
"Hey!" Sunghoon turned around, rolling his eyes at Heeseung's smirk. "Not here."
He poked his head out of Mei's office, glancing warily around the bustling police station.
"It's fine," Heeseung grinned, pulling him away from the doorway. "Anyway, even if they saw anything, they've all signed NDAs with HYBE."
"Still." Sunghoon pursed his lips. "That doesn't mean you can go parading around our relationship like that."
Heeseung smiled, fingertips skimming the younger boy's chest. "Think less with your head and more with your heart, Hoon."
Sunghoon swatted his hand away. "My heart wants to be with you, long term. And that's not going to happen if the whole world finds out about us. So you have to- Heeseung! Are you even listening to me?"
Heeseung turned around, a pen balanced on his upper lip to mock a mustache. "Yeah. Always."
"Stop fooling around." Sunghoon crossed his arms. "Mei noona said not to draw too much attention."
The older boy tossed the pen aside. "Sorry."
He closed the door and window shades to Mei's office before picking Sunghoon up and sitting him on her desk. "Your butt looks fucking amazing in pants."
Sunghoon gave him a questioning look. "But I'm always wearing pants?"
"Yeah. It's super hot."
"Heeseung, are you okay?" Sunghoon laughed. "I think you've gone a little crazy."
The older boy didn't respond, instead glancing back at the entrance before indulging himself in kissing Sunghoon's lips.
"Love you, love you, love you," he mumbled. "Love you so much."
"Just saying whatever comes to your mind?" Sunghoon breathed, teasingly running his fingers through the other's hair.
"Mhm." Heeseung pressed himself closer, letting Sunghoon's legs wrap around his waist. "God, if we weren't debuting in two days, I'd-"
"Shh!" Sunghoon covered Heeseung's mouth, cradling the older boy's head to his chest as he listened intently for footsteps. "Shit. Somebody's coming."
Heeseung forced out a muffled, "What?"
"Somebody's coming!"
"Oh, fuck." He pulled away.
A pile of papers lay scattered across the floor.
"Did we do that?" Heeseung laughed.
"Not we," Sunghoon grumbled. "You."
Footsteps echoed closer down the hallway. The two boys scrambled to pick up the papers, their palms sweaty and hearts palpitating. Heeseung opened a closet door and yanked Sunghoon inside just as Mei's office gained four newcomers.
"We'll have to file for a warrant soon." The police captain's voice was gruff and unmistakable.
"I know, sir. That's why I'm hoping these two might be able to help."
Heeseung peered through the crack between the wall and the closet door. He caught a glimpse of Mei, gesturing towards two familiar figures.
"Alright, just... Get him to talk. We don't have much time left." The captain turned to leave. He suddenly stopped.
Heeseung held his breath, grabbing Sunghoon's waist to keep him from moving.
"Mei?"
"Yes, sir?"
