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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱 20: 𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘰

Minho was at home, on his couch scrolling through his social media. He didn't upload on that account anymore; he hadn't posted anything in literal ages, but he decided to keep it in order to find out what's going on in the world. Plus, it was an easy way of keeping himself busy when he didn't have anything to do: just like how he was then.

Feeling even more bored, Lee Know let the phone on the coffee table, accidently touching on of the cotton pads that he used on Han the day before. At first, he was confused: he thought he had gotten rid of all of them since he cleaned as soon as he got home. He threw it away, letting his mind wander to the younger guy who had been on his couch not too long ago.

It still felt weird to call himself a part of the mafia.

Sighing, Lee Know poured himself some water and gulped it down immediately, contemplating whether he should start working or not/ it wasn't like he had anything better to do since his job required minimum effort. Even Han's doing more than me... cursed Minho at himself.

Yes, it was easy money. Minho didn't like earning money he hadn't worked for. It was just one of the lessons he had learned and one of his principles. Although he might have had issues when it came to his economy, he didn't like delivering a badly written article, especially for that amount of money. His determination to write a good article was surpassing the usual levels, making him think about what he was going to start with. I need something that will have impact, thought Minho as he grabbed his phone, diving in his sofa.

He found himself scrolling mindlessly through endless web pages about mafia, which, being frank, were clickbait. They were poorly written. If one was written in an interesting manner, it proved to have almost nothing to back it up expect for an affirmation made ages ago that wasn't even useful anymore. There were a few brighter ones, but they weren't new, which seemed odd to Lee Know; those articles were written years ago, most of them a bit after the Yangs' death.

Unconsciously, Lee Know started thinking about the young boy.

He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he was alive in the first place. Everyone thought that the parents and the kid had been killed. The kid was announced missing for a few days, until they reported finding his body in the vicinity of the house, lifeless and with major injuries. If the kid is alive, then what the hell did they find? Was that someone else? Was it all a trick? Could be... thought Minho. It seems to be the best way of staying hidden. Plus, that explains why he wouldn't go in public despite his real position; that's why Hyunjin's covering for him?

It can't be just that.

Something's missing.

Why would Bangchan hang around then? What about Han?

He stopped his thoughts there.

His brain decided to play trick son him, so all that Minho would think of the next minutes was Han: his face, his eyes, his cheeks, his smile, his laugh, his winces in pain as he tried to move, his silly jokes and his body. Minho's hand could still feel the warmth if the younger's body as if he was touching it again; not that he would mind.

In an attempt to stop thinking about him, Minho laid on his side on the couch and picked up one of the cats, keeping it close to him.

Yet, he still managed to fail miserably: it reminded him of the way Han looked at the cat, asking cutely if he could touch the cat.

What the fuck Minho?

Get your shit together!