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“Didn’t your mother ever teach you that staring is rude.” Minhyuk knew he was gorgeous. He heard it all the time. But his looks wouldn’t get him out of this one. “ And didn’t your mother teach you that stealing was illegal?” Silence. A slow dance of circling struts begin as the two size each other up, guns drawn and silencers visible. Someone wasn’t going to make it out of this place. Their eyes searched around Minhyuk for a possible point of escape as they circled. “Where are your brothers, Lee? Is the puppy lost?” A nerve is hit and Minhuyk is rushing at them. Vaulting over the statue between the pair, Minhyuk grips a hold to the lighting, gaining momentum in his swing. His feet knock them into the painting behind them, gun falling to the floor. Unarmed, they are now face to face with a provoked Husky with a barrel to their head. Words fail to escape their lips. A familiar smirk. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? ”