Fixated On You | Minsung

Chapter Six

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"Ahhhh!!! Where the fuck is it?!!" Minho shouted in rage as he searched amongst the mess he has now made in his, special room? Shrine room? He doesn't really know what to call it.

Minho has been searching for about 20 minutes now, and still, nothing.

Minho came to sit in the chair that was at the desk in this room, resting his elbows on the desk as he held his head in his hands, raking his fingers through his dark strands, pulling on it before throwing his hands up in the air and balling his fists, slamming them harshly on his desk with force causing a picture frame to fall over.

"I fucking put it right here!!" Minho pulled out the small drawer in his desk, searching again.

Minho kept a flash drive of everything he had on Jisung in the locked drawer of his desk. And just like that it was gone. He kept a spare but he hasn't gotten the chance to update that one with recent pictures he's took of him or information ever since he has been in his life.

"For fucking hell!!" Minho stood up and swept everything off of his desk with his arm, causing a racket and glass to smash, his lamp leaving a tear in the wallpaper before the bulb smashed.

Minho paced up and down the cluttered room, tilting his head back with his hands clasped by his nape, constantly trying to figure out if he misplaced it or if he took it anywhere with him but his mind was too crowded with anxious thoughts to really focus.

Absolutely no one can see what is on that flash drive, it's got Jisungs entire life on it and if anyone were to find it and view what was on that thing, he could end up in jail. And that cannot happen. He's been planning the perfect little life for Jisung and making sure he's safe and that his life is as smooth and as perfect as possible. He's taken the 'bad' people out of his life for him and he will continue doing that. Minho can't possibly leave Jisung without his guardian angel now, Jisung needs him even if he doesn't know it. Or at least that's what Minho believes.

An now that Minho is involved with the boy, it only triggers that determination to be particularly careful with who he is and his twisted possessions he has on him, including things like the flash drive and photos. Yet, he feels like he's failed. He's just lost the past few months he had on Jisungs life and he couldn't be more disappointed? Angry? He was both. He was furious with himself.

Minho looked around the room, sighing, supposing he should probably tidy up and maybe he'll even come across the flash drive while doing so.

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It was around two hours later and Minho had tidied up. He now has the back up flash drive in his hand, about to plug it into the computer. Minho slotted the usb into it. And when he did he was immediately disappointed to see the past few months of Jisungs life wasn't on there.

Minho sighed, taking out the flash drive and putting it in his drawer before getting up to put his shoes and coat on. He knew Jisung was finishing work and that friend supposedly came around after he finished to what Jisung has told him, and today Minho was free for the first time in a while so he decided today was the perfect day to get rid of this new friend. Or at least talk it out...

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Minho was now sat in his car, parked outside of the little cafe which Jisung works at as he watched him and this friend he hated sit and sip coffee over probably boring conversation. Minho just kept angling his eyes at this man every time he made Jisung smile, he hated it.

More and more time passed and Minho wondered how many words there had to be in the dictionary to talk for this long. They were on their second drink and Minho was annoyed that it was this friend making Jisung laugh and not him.

This was the first time he got jealous like this, because Minho is able to please Jisung with his presence and make him happy himself, it was a different type of jealousy that coursed over him now that he was in his life. And it definitely wasn't going to turn out pretty.

Around ten minutes later passed Minho could see that they were finishing up by Jisungs body language, of course, he could read the boy like a book. Minho drove his car around the corner of the cafe where it was quite isolated and dark and turned off his engine, getting out and popping the hood of his car open.

Minho waited until he seen Jisung leave the cafe before going towards the cafe doors where he was met with this friend. His face looked even more irritating up close.

"Hey man, do you know anything about cars? My car was breaking down and I parked it at the nearest exit. I'm afraid I know nothing about all that stuff." Minho laughed.

"Yeah man of course, where about are you parked?" The man looked around.

"Just around here." Minho turned around and guided the man with a devilish grin plastered on his face that he couldn't see.

When they arrived at the car, the man placed a hand on the open hood as he looked at Minhos car, his face scrunching up in confusion when it looked as if there was nothing wrong.

"Everything looks pretty fine to me here, it might be your exhaust."

"Oh?" Minho tilted his head, putting on the show of his life to make sure he doesn't mess this up. "Well when I started my engine it sounded a bit fucked."

"Can I try it?"

"Please." Minho smirked, putting out his hand gesturing for him to get in the car.

The man sat in the car, Minho standing by the open door as the man started the engine.

"Shit i have no idea, your exhaust sounds fine too." The man tilted his head.

"Just shut the fuck up, you're such an inconvenience." Minho placed his hand on the back of the man's head, but before the man could do anything Minho slammed his head off of the wheel, hitting his temple knocking him straight out.

Minho sighed, looking down at the man hunched over his wheel.

"What the fuck am I gonna do with you." Minho shook his head slowly before smiling to himself.

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-Rie<3