Dirty Minho ~ MinSung (Part.1)

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That motherfucker! He's dead. And if they knew, if any of them knew - they're all fucking dead. I should've known better. My heart's still beating frantically in my chest. My blood's pumping with rage, but more than that, fear.

What if I hadn't been there? I was going to wait till he was done with work, till he'd put Baekhyun to bed. I didn't want to risk him getting so damn worked up over me until he was alone. But then I saw him. I just had to go to him. He was going through the motions; that's all. His beautiful plump lips never turned up into his gorgeous smile. Every time his head fell in the slightest I swore he was crying. How could I not go to him, knowing how hurt he was? And it's a good fucking thing I did.

My hands grip the steering wheel, making my knuckles turn white. He was going to kill him. He didn't even fucking know him. A kill for pay. I saw him over his shoulder. Waiting. I fucking know who that bastard was, TAG. He never asked questions, just got the job done. He wasn't family; he was an outsider. Well now he's fucking dead.

My body tingles and then heats. I need to beat the piss out of something. Like I did BTS and their crew. I need to do that to Jack. He's probably at the bistro with my father. Sitting together. Maybe my father knew. My heart crumples in agony and I shake my head slightly in denial. My eyes peek at Hannie, but thankfully he didn't notice. I don't want him to know how fucked up I am over this. That's not the way it's supposed to work.

My poor little tiger staring out of the window wide-eyed. He hasn't fucking moved. Hasn't said a word. I wish he hadn't heard that, that he was supposed to kill. I wish he didn't know. It fucking kills me.

I grab my phone and dial my father. I can't wait to ask him in person. I need to know. I have to know right fucking now. The thought that he'd do that kills me. I just saw him yesterday. I don't understand why he'd do this to me. I shake my head again harder as the phone rings and this time he sees. His eyes are wide with worry.

"It's gonna be alright, babe." I breathe in deep and give him a forced smile. His eyes fall and he leans his head against the headrest, seemingly staring at nothing. His lack of a response worries me.

"Minho. What's going on?" Pops answer like it's a normal call. "You alone?" I want to make sure there's no one around to hear. Just in case. I don't want Jack to know I'm coming. Pops talks over the phone to someone and the line is muffled for a moment and then he comes back and says, "All clear, Minho. What's going on?"

I swallow the lump in my throat and push the words through, "Did you know?" That's really what it comes down to. It's what I need to know.

I hear Pops move around on the other line and then he speaks lower. "Minho, what's wrong? Where are you?" I stay silent for a moment and take another deep breath. "You alright, Minho? You need something?"

"Did you know about the time on him?" Time is code for hit. The code varies, but right now that's what it means. His questions and his tone make me believe he didn't, but I want to hear him say it. I look at Hannie with sad eyes; he's confused for a moment and then tears fall down on his cheeks and he quickly wipes them away. I know he understands.

"On your boy?" The sadness in his voice is mixed with disbelief. Then his anger comes through. "We'll find them, Minho."
"I know who." The callous words leave my lips without permission. I grind my teeth, waiting for him to ask.

"Who? We'll collect now." There's a moment of silence. "Is-" He pauses and it's quiet for a second. "Is he alright, Minho?"

"Yeah. I was there."

"He's good?"

"Yeah, I got him."

"Thank fuck. Minho, you are one lucky son of a bitch. You know that?" I can hear the relief in this voice, but still there's pain.

"You all at the bistro now?" I ask

"We're here, Minho. We'll get them."

"It was Jack." My father's silent. It fucking kills me to say it. We grew up with him. He was always there. The last few years, not so much. But growing up, he was like a second father to me and Hyunjin. Tears prick at my eyes. I feel so fucking betrayed.

"Are you sure?" Pops' voice is deadly and low.

"That's what the fucker said. It was him." I straighten in my seat and brush it off as best I can. It's not the first time someone in the family has done some stupid shit. But it's the first time it's been directed at me.

"Jack's here. I'll question him and take care of it." I shake my head. That's not good enough. "I wanna see him. I wanna look him in the eyes and know why."

"You know why, Minho; he knows a lot of shit." Before I can respond, he adds, "Doesn't make it right in the least. He had his orders. He'll pay the price. I can't guarantee I'm gonna wait for you, Minho."

"I gotta get him home first." I can't bring him there.

"I know. You go take care of him."

"I wanna be there," I say one more time. I feel like he's not going to listen. Like he's gonna take him out himself.

"I understand. But I can't give you that right now, Minho. Just get him home and safe and then call me. If I can, I'll come over." I nod and say, "Alright." and hang up and try to relax somewhat. But I can't. I can't relax. A kill is a kill. It fucking sucks and I've seen it over and over again. This one is different. This one's personal. That fucker was going to kill my boy. And Jack arranged it.

A long moment passes with silence. Jack's a dead man and my Hannie safe. That's what matters. "Babe, we're going to get through this." I reach across the console and grab his hand. I rub soothing circles on his soft skin. He keeps alternating between looking at me and out the window. I can tell he's scared, but other than that I have no idea what's going on in his head.

"The piece of shit that called the hit had no right." I try to keep his gaze, but he doesn't hold it. "Babe, you're safe. No one's ever going to hurt you again."

"You said it before." He barely speaks his words and it shreds me. 'Cause it's true.

I wanted to go there and win his heart back with the promise of safety. And look what fucking happened. "It's over. I promise, everything will be fine, little tiger." Raising his small hand to my lips, I plant a small kiss on his tender wrist. His beautiful hazel eyes find mine, but all I can see in them is disbelief.

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OMG guys it's that time again🥺
Today the last chapters are coming and next week only the epilogue. That makes me happy but also sad.💕😭