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Title: 60 Seconds
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Infinite
Summary: Sometimes, bad guys are the only good guys.

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“You know she’s in love with you, right?”

“No she isn’t,” Myungsoo responded automatically, his eyes fixed on his camera. Then his brain registered what Krystal was actually saying and he looked up. “Wait, what? Who are you talking about?”

Krystal laughed, tossing back her hair. “Naeun, of course. She’s mad for you.”

“She doesn’t even talk to me,” Myungsoo pointed out.

“Because she’s too flustered when you’re around.” Krystal took a sip of her latte and continued, “But her eyes always track you when you’re in the room, and she touches her hair and does this little flick with her finger. Trust me, I know the signs. It’s what I do.”

Myungsoo shrugged a little uncomfortably. He’d been mentoring Naeun a little bit, one hacker passing on some basic XP to another, that was all. And he wouldn’t even be doing it if Eunji hadn’t asked Hoya to ask him -- that was how many degrees of separation there were between him and Naeun. They weren’t close at all.

“She likes L,” Myungsoo said, going back to his camera. That was probably it. Plenty of hackers respected L, admired him, hated him, it was possible they could be in love with him too.

“Newsflash, oppa: you’re L,” Krystal said dryly.

“No, I’m not. I mean I am, but…” Myungsoo heaved a frustrated sigh and set his camera on the table. He didn’t like messing with lenses when he was annoyed. Photography was supposed to be a happy hobby. “L’s not...me.”

It was hard to put into words. Myungsoo had never had trouble separating his online persona from himself. L was all-knowing, the ice king who was fair and just but took no prisoners when push came to shove. L could open the gates to the cloud or bring down digital hellfire. L was part of Myungsoo. But Myungsoo was more.

Luckily, Krystal was a grifter who didn’t need words to know what a person was thinking.

“Well, maybe you show her Kim Myungsoo. She might like him too. Because I do, and I am an excellent judge of character.”

Myungsoo snorted, embarrassed, and reached over to ruffle Krystal’s bangs. Krystal squealed and batted his hand away, laughing.

“Oppa, not the hair!”

In the next booth, a lean, sharp looking woman cleared her throat loudly enough to cause them to cease their antics. Krystal smoothed back her hair and settled in her chair. Myungsoo picked his camera up again and continued pretending to take photos of her. The focus, of course, was on their mark who was across the street.

“Why is Amber-shi here, anyway?” Myungsoo mumbled. “We got the recon assignment, not her.”

“Amber-unnie was bored,” Krystal replied. “Plus, she doesn’t like you very much.”

Lounging in her booth, Amber flexed one heavily tattooed arm and blew a kiss at Myungsoo.

“She doesn’t trust your excellent judgment?” Myungsoo asked sarcastically.

Krystal smiled. “She doesn’t like L. But if we’re talking about Myungsoo-oppa, I think we could get her to fall in love with you in sixty seconds.”