hostage // minsung

7

// food

Minho woke up from his hazy dreams, filled with thoughts of Seungmin and Jisung, and got through his typical morning routine. He splashed water on his face to wake himself up, ate, worked out, showered. But even with all that, they were still hiding out, so no one had much to do.

He felt listless lounging around, setting his half-finished beer down on the coffee table and getting up from the couch. He decided to talk to and play with and cook with the other members so that he didn't feel empty and bored.

He helped Jeongin make some squid and fried rice, though the younger was only helpful half the time as he kept scurrying away to check his tablet. However, they did end up being able to cook lamb and squid and fried rice. [go watch arikkarihan / mysterious kitchen!]

They finished off by making dessert. Though time still seemed to be passing slowly as he and Felix finished mixing the brownie batter, the evening arrived quickly enough.

Chan came down to the aroma of the food and grabbed plates and spoons to set the dining table. "Just checked on Jisung. He's not talking but he seems better than yesterday."

After he finished his dinner and watched some of his other family members tuck into the food they made, Minho decided that he should check on Jisung too. It had been a while since the boy had eaten or gone to the bathroom, and on top of that, Minho was curious. He hadn't talked to the boy at all beyond the few harsh words they had exchanged last night.

He wanted to meet the boy who wouldn't stop plaguing his private fantasies.

He left the rest of his members for the kitchen and spooned a large amount of each of the foods that they had made into a plate. As an afterthought, he poured a glass of orange juice, thinking the boy could use more sugar than was in a few brownies. He wanted to make sure that the boy had more than enough to eat.

He climbed upstairs, hearing lustful noises coming from the closet in the hallway and averting his eyes, not wanting to see who it was. [not that anyone in this story is closeted but 🤷]

Minho creaked open the door to where they had deposited Jisung, and the hostage's eyes snapped up to him. Chan had gotten up early in the morning and tightly tied Jisung to a chair, his arms bound behind him and his legs bound together.

Neither of them said anything, and Minho closed the door behind him, setting down the plate of food and juice on the floor.

Minho studied him for a moment and was glad to see that he didn't look nauseous anymore, only pissed off. Not holding himself back, Minho moved forward and traced the features of Jisung's face, tucking his hair behind his ear, tracing a finger under his jaw.

Jisung felt pleasurable tingles across his skin, blooming from Minho's touch. He clenched his jaw. He was not going to let his kidnapper, the person he was trying to get information about, try to seduce him.

Jisung swallowed as Minho crouched down so that he was eye-level with the younger one. "What's your name, princess?" he asked sweetly, blinking up at him.

Jisung averted his eyes and didn't answer.

Minho chuckled softly. In a low voice, he said, "I know who you are, Han Jisung."

"If you already have intel, why bother kidnapping me," Jisung said dully.

Minho smiled at him. "We're not using you for your brain, we're using you for your pretty face." Han Jisung was infamous for being the best shooter, the stealthiest, able to perfectly aim a shot at a mafia leader diving into a speeding car. And yet he was sitting here, tied up in a dingy room because he was unable to escape from a ragtag gang.