Spy Mission: LOVE || minsung

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Jisung was really impatient but, knowing that Minho would tell him he calmed down. 'What if he doesn't show up at the park and ditch me?' He thought but Minho was not the kind of person to go back on his word. He also proceeded inside. 

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Dinner went by peacefully, Felix left early as he had to pack up to move back in with Minho the next day. Changbin insisted dropping him off and the both left at 12 am. While, the others stayed back talking. Jisung eyed Minho, who was on the left of him. 

"Guys, I am really tired. Can I head home?" Jisung made up an excuse, he wasn't tired at all.. he was in hurry to hear Minho. 

"Sure, Ji." Seungmin said so his friend could go and rest. 

Jisung got up and purposely slipped in the direction of Minho, so he could catch him. Minho did so and actually got worried, he didn't know Jisung was acting. 

"Jisung?! Are you okay?" He screamed, shaking him. 

"Y-yeah.. I'm fine." He said weakly and winked. 

Minho was relived that he was alright. "Should I take you home?" 

"W-what? No, Its good. I'll go." 

"I insist!" Minho said picking him up and securing Jisung in his arms.

Even if it was just fake, Jisung couldn't help but feel flustered. Minho's acting made it feel so real. 'I wish this wasn't acting...'  he smiled to himself.

Minho announced a 'Good night' and left with Jisung still in his arms. He took him outside and stopped. Jisung didn't understand why he stopped.

"We're out of the restaurant. You wanna get off?" Minho looked down slyly smirked causing Jisung to blush. 

Minho bent down and Jisung jumped off. He cleared his throat. "Let's go to the park." 
In few seconds, they were at the park. Minho and Jisung took a seat on a bench. It was really quiet as it was midnight. Minho looked at the ground. 

Jisung now thought he shouldn't have forced Minho to tell about his personal life. So the first thing he said was. 

"I'm sorry." 

Minho finally looked up, confused. "Why are you apologizing?" 

"I shouldn't have asked about your bruises when you didn't want to tell me." Jisung avoided eye contact, ashamed. 

"Well, I had to tell it someday. So, why not now? Instead of hating me later, you can hate me now." Minho gave a small smile. 

"Hate you? Why would I?" 

Minho just sighed.

"I won't hate you." Jisung put his hand on Minho's shoulder but Minho brushed his hand off gently.

"Don't get my hopes up, Jisung." He said and paused. "Well, there's no point in stretching the topic. Let me start from starting." 

Jisung didn't have a good feeling about this but, just because everyone hated him doesn't mean he will too. Right? He couldn't say anything before hearing his story.

"So....." Minho sighed. "I've had rough childhood.. you can't say rough but, lonely. I was the only child of two workaholic parents. They were in a gang..." He paused and Jisung was shocked. 

He spoke before he could stop himself. "Which gang?" 

"M.M, and yeah it's the same gang which we're having the mission against. They were extremely powerful and had a lot of connections. They were fine until when I was 13.. They had a very dangerous and important mission so, they had to leave a month before the mission for training. I don't remember what the mission was because I barely recall any of my childhood memories. They said while leaving... 'We'll come back in 2 months, darling.' but they never did. 3 months passed and I started to get anxious... I was fine living alone because there were maids and butlers in every nook and corner of the house. Then one day when I was 14, there was a call on the telephone. One of the maids picked it up and she turned pale. It was from the police saying that they had found my parents dead bodies.. When I heard about it I didn't know what I felt... I knew they were on the mission so, I was angry at their gang but broken at their death. I stayed at the house for a few days weeping, punching things, throwing stuff everywhere..." Minho paused again and sniffled.

"M-minho... You can stop now if you want. I can't see you like this." Jisung said giving him a napkin. Minho took it and shook his head. 

"You have already heard a lot.. Let me finish so you can stop feeling bad about me." Minho said and Jisung sighed as he still hadn't convinced Minho that he would not hate him. 

"One day when I had cried myself to sleep. I heard a crash.. and flinched. I got up and walked quietly down the hallway and the heard noises from my parents office. I opened the door and saw Hyun-won. I knew him as he worked with my parents. I was shocked to see him open my parents safe. Then, I blacked out and woke up at the gang's base. I went over to the door of the room I was in but, it was locked... Few hours later, Hyun-won came in and told that I needed to start training; I was very confused and asked a million questions but, barely got any answers. I couldn't do anything about it I just went along with it and that was until a year. I'd had enough of the gang controlling me so, I left saying I need to get some supplies. Then, I met Chan. We talked and met everyday until, I told him everything. He suggested to run away and I did to move in with him." Minho stopped for a long time. 

"Minho?" Jisung called and the mentioned boy looked up. 

"Hm?" 

"I'm sorry you went through so much. Is it true that Chan knows everything?" 

"No, and I know that you told him my bruises.. he only knows parts of it. He doesn't know which gang and that I met with the gang again." Minho said steely. 

"Again? The days you were missing?" Jisung eyes widened as he put all the pieces together. "Did you have a fight with them?" 

Minho nodded at both the questions. "I met them because the one and only Hyun-won called me. I had a lot of questions and I went to clear them but, instead they just forced me to join the gang, and I fought them in answer." 

There was a long silence between them. They both were busy in their own thoughts. 
"Their coming after you all..." Minho said in the end.

TO  BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Long chapter.. Ik.. 

but I wanted to fit all the story in one chapter 🙂