Invitations | MinSung

7

"Minho, could you not just tell me where we're supposed to be?"

"No can do."

"Why not?"

"Cause' I'm not sure if I know where we're supposed to be."

Jisung sighed and sunk back into the car seat. It was the day of Jang Heejin's birthday and Jisung was supposed to meet up with whoever he called the other day. At first, Jisung was confident in this plan; he was going to meet up with these people and blend in as security while Minho worked from the inside. It was a foolproof plan.

Until he realised that he had trusted those dodgy guys and Minho way too easily. For all he knew, Minho could be working for Crane or something, considering how he was close to Jang Dae Hoon and how easily he involved himself. Minho could be driving Jisung to his death and Jisung didn't even bother to think twice before hopping into the car. But, Jisung wasn't completely stupid, he had a gun tucked in a holster under his t-shirt.

As they sat in silence, Jisung began thinking about all the things he had yet to do with his life, really believing that today was his last day. He still hadn't visited his father, since last year. He hadn't gone camping with Seungmin yet, like he'd promised. He still hadn't-

"I think we're here." Minho announced, taking a deep breath of relief, since they hadn't gotten lost. "Well, out you go."

"H-Huh?"

"Go on." Minho urged.

"What? Alone?" Jisung asked, again, not wanting to believe what he heard.

"No, I'll hold your hand while you go in." Minho answered, sarcastically. "Yes, alone! I have places to be, people to see!"

"Ok! Geez..." Jisung huffed, as he stepped out the car. He watched as Minho drove off and turned around to the building he was supposed to enter.

Jisung didn't take a good look at the place when they arrived, since he was more worried about Minho leaving him to die, but was perplexed when he saw a laundromat in front of him. He was sure he was being taken to some old warehouse where he'd be interrogated or something, like he sees in movies. However, he shouldn't let his guard down because he still doesn't know what was waiting for him in there. He patted the gun under his shirt for reassurance that it could easily be pulled out when needed and proceeded into the building.

Jisung went in, bracing himself for whatever was to come. He expected to open his eyes and have multiple guns at his head within seconds. Instead he saw five guys sitting on their phones, not a single one looking up to greet him. Finally, after Jisung had been standing at the entrance for a brief moment, one of the guys noticed him and hopped off off the washing machine he was sat on.

"Can I help you?" He asked, putting on a friendly smile. Jisung immediately recognised this guy as the one he had spoken to over the phone through the sound of his voice.

"I-uh... I'm... I- Minho-" Jisung's mind went blank and he was trying to think of what to say for this man to recognise him.

"Ahhh, you're the guy Minho told us about? Jusung, or something?" He realised, mispronouncing Jisung's name.

"Jisung." He corrected.

"Right." He chuckled, sheepishly. "Anyways, follow me." He began weaving his way around the sprawled limbs of the 4 other men in the laundromat, all of which were either laying on a pile of clothes on the floor, or sitting against washing machines, with their legs stretched out.

Jisung followed the guy, without question, still feeling suspicious as he hopped over the legs of the other guys who were glued to their phone screens. He had his hand near his waist in case he had to whip out his gun at any moment. He was led to a rack of clothes from which the guy pulled out a fancy looking suit.