Broken (MinSung 18+)

Chapter 9

The first two months flew by so much faster than Jisung thought was possible. He thought that he had a good routine, previously, but he was so used to the day-to-day, now, that he understood what a "routine" really was.

By the end of the first month of his arrival, everyone seemed incredibly happy to have him at the mansion, including the two that he worried most about. It became evident to everyone that Jisung's humor wasn't meant to make anyone uncomfortable. In fact, they mostly welcomed his jokes and flirtatious remarks openly. Changbin made a comment in the first few weeks that he was like a "little stress reliever."

On Jisung's end, he thought it would be difficult to fit in and have everyone like him, considering he was the newest addition to a house full of grown men who've known each other awhile. He was also extremely introverted, and was convinced he wouldn't actually connect with any of them. But while he still spent plenty of time with himself, he made a genuine effort to make conversation with anyone who seemed open to it. He tried to get to know the other members.

During his time there, he quickly realized that he liked being in the oversized mountain home. He had privacy, everyone was kind, and he wasn't going to let that go, easily. When he had first arrived, he figured he would keep to himself, mostly, and wait until they got tired of him. But that easily changed when he realized he had a real chance to stay, and he liked it there.

Hope was terrifying, but it was his.

And there he was, two months after the conference when he was told he needed to train, crouched and moving in circles opposite Changbin, looking for an opening to attack.

"You know... I thought you would just be the cute, scrawny kid that couldn't fight anyone. But you're impressive- I'll give you that. You learned quicker than the others did." 

Jisung cocked a smile at the compliment he was given as he continued to look for the perfect moment. Changbin was skilled, and he knew he had his work cut out for him, but he continued to prove himself time and again.

He was taken back when the muscular man lunged forward, and he quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the slice of air from the other's knife. Changbin spun around and continued circling with Jisung, his movements fluid and controlled.

Suddenly, the older made a feint to the left. Jisung fell for it, leaving himself open. His opponent seized the opportunity and lunged forward, his knife aimed at the younger's chest, but Jisung was too quick. He managed to deflect the blow at the last second.

The younger was about to take his opportunity to counterattack before a loud, "YAH!!" rang out in the underground training room. They both habitually stopped and stood straight, looking towards Minho in the door.

"Why are you training like that with actual knives? Changbin, you could seriously hurt him." He strode over to Jisung, licking his lips in frustration, and placed his hand on the younger's shoulder as he looked him and down for any cuts or injuries.

"Boss, come on. He's not a fragile little doll. And why do you think he wouldn't be the one hurting me? The kid is stupidly talented." He said, almost offended.

"Yeah, Bun Bun, I'm a big boy, I can handle it a little rough." Jisung looked up at Minho with a smirk on his face.

Minho didn't break eye contact for what felt like several minutes even though it actually just a few seconds, before he tilted his head and sighed, turning his gaze back to Changbin.

"No real knives. No real weapons in general, please. And Jisung, come to my office."

Changbin nodded, pouting to show his disappointment.