fic: untitled drabble #10 (sunric, the stealer au) [drabble september]

[moriendum]

fandom: tbz
pairing: sunwoo/eric
rating: T
wordcount: 600 words
tags: the stealer au, heist au, proposals
a/n: crossposted from twitter in 2023.

The squeaking of the hinges wasn’t a good sign. One more hit and Sunwoo knew the door would give, and then they’d be as good as dead. 

“Do you think they escaped?”

He didn’t have to keep his voice low, what with the ruckus the guards were making outside the door. But it still came out as a whisper, the ice cold fear that Sunwoo could only imagine preceded death—or a life behind bars, if they were lucky—making the decision for him.

Eric glanced up from his phone. “Maybe? I still think—”

Another loud bang! as the guards tried to take down the door again. The hinges were still holding on, for some unexplainable, miraculous reason.

“We’re gonna die here,” Sunwoo whispered.

“We’re not gonna die.”

Something caught Eric’s attention on his phone. Sunwoo glanced at the door; the room was too dark to see much, the emergency lights bathing everything in red. Blood red.

Well, at least the alarm wasn’t blaring anymore. 

Maybe Sunwoo could distract them while Eric hid behind something? That could work, right? Maybe he could turn himself in and draw them away from the room, make it seem as if he had been alone all along. He was still clutching the diamond to his chest, so maybe...

“Sunwoo,” Eric said. Sunwoo turned to him again. “Marry me.”

“What?”

“Marry me.”

“What the f—”

Shouting, right behind the door, so close that Sunwoo held his breath, thinking for a second that they had somehow broken in while he wasn’t looking.

“Sunwoo! Look at me.” Eric grabbed his wrist, which helped remind Sunwoo that he was not, in fact, dead yet. “I’m serious. Will you marry me?”

“No!” The look Eric gave him was almost offended. As if anything about that question made sense in the first place. “Are you insane? We’re about to die here.”

“We’re not about to die. Are you seriously turning me down?”

“Yes!’

Eric shook his head. “I thought you wanted to get married?”

“I do! I did. But—” More shouting outside the door. Urgent shouting. Any moment now, and they’d be here. “It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

“Why?”

“Because—”

There was no mistaking the sound of gunshots. Sunwoo and Eric ducked, instinctively, but there was no reason to. In less than a minute, the firing had stopped, followed by the telltale sound of boots on wooden floor. Of people running away.

Then, the door squeaked open. Not by force, not by an explosion. Someone actually opened the door and walked in, a shadow against the smoke-filled outer room.

Jaehyun pulled the gas mask over his face and called. “Eric? Sunwoo?”

Sunwoo looked at Eric, perplexed. “You knew they were coming to rescue us, didn’t you?”

With a big, not even slightly guilty smile, Eric showed his phone and said, “Yeah.” He grabbed Sunwoo’s face and pulled him in for a kiss. “I could tell you were planning something dumb. I had to distract you.”

Jaehyun found them like that, crouching behind one of the display cases, Eric still holding Sunwoo’s face. “Well, I hate to interrupt the moment,” he said with a smirk. “But we should get going. The diamond?”

They followed Jaehyun out of the room as he spoke into his phone, communicating with the others. For someone who thought he had minutes left to live just a moment ago, Sunwoo felt rather alive.

He grabbed Eric’s hand, stopped him right before they walked out of the door.

“Yes,” he said. Eric just stared at him, not following. “The real answer is yes.”

And then he watched it dawn on Eric for a second before Eric smiled and threw his arms around his neck to kiss him.