Invitations | MinSung

10

"Minho, what-" Jisung began, but Minho had hung up. Why would Minho come to see Jisung at work? He shot up out of his seat, causing Jeongin, who was still waiting at Jisung's desk with a thick stack of papers, to flinch at his sudden movement. He desperately dialed Minho's number, speeding towards the general office. All he could hope for was that he got there before Minho said anything.

As he entered, he saw Minho sitting in front of the report desk, leaning back with his arms folded.

"Sir, I told you that the officer over there will take your report." He saw the officer at the desk try to direct Minho to a specialised unit.

"No, not him-" Minho tutted.

"Minho!" Jisung whisper-shouted, in a panicked tone

"Him." Minho smiled, tilting his head in a playful manner as he looked at Jisung. "I want to file a report to him." Almost everyone in the room turned to look at Jisung, causing Jisung to turn away as he felt embarrassed.

"But- But he's from the missing persons unit and what you just described to me seemed to be a robbery case." The officer at the desk said, perplexed.

"Did it?" Minho asked, sarcastically. "I'm pretty sure I just reported a missing persons case, though?"

"But-"

"I'll handle it." Jisung intervened, glaring at Minho, who got up with a victorious smirk on his face. "Follow me."

"Gladly."

He guided Minho to the his unit and sat him down at his desk. Jeongin was still waiting there with that stack of documents. Jisung shooed him away with a hand motion, so he could talk to Minho in peace.

"Well, what do you want me to do with these?" He whined, nodding towards the papers.

"Just leave them!" Jisung cried, feeling frustrated at everything. Jeongin sighed and slammed the pile on Jisung's desk, with a loud bang, causing Jisung to flinch slightly. Jeongin went to sit at his small desk, but not without leaving Jisung a disapproving look.

"What would you like to report, sir?" Jisung asked, sardonically.

"Ha, ha." Minho replied, rolling his eyes. "What did you want to tell me over the phone?"

"Hey, I'm the one asking the questions here." Jisung scowled. "Why would you come here, of all places?"

"Because you're never free!" He raised his voice. "How do you expect us to be able to do anything about Crane while you're practically locked up here?" He added, lowering his voice, thankfully.

"We were doing just fine over the phone!" Jisung retorted, angrily.

"Oh, forget it, and tell me what you wanted to while you can." Minho sighed, wary of time. Jisung bit back whatever rude remark he was about to make.

"I found out what was put in the drinks." He muttered, keeping his voice quiet so as to not have anyone overhear, especially Jeongin.

"Ooh, what was it?" Minho spoke as though he was watching a soap opera.

"Wait, I forgot." Jisung murmured, flushing as he picked up his phone to read out the long name he had yet to memorise. "Ah, here we go. It was maprotiline." He whispered.

"Map- what?" Minho questioned, waiting for an explanation.

"It's a tricyclic antidepressant," Jisung began, practically mouthing the words because of how quiet he was speaking. "Tricyclic antidepressants have been proven as the most harmful and common side effects include: nausea, drowsiness, nervousness, headaches, numbness, constipation and excessive sweating." He read out loud.