𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐡𝐡𝐣

eleven.

Hyunjin was on a mission, an investigative mission. Minho was the suspect, and Hyunjin the detective, and the case was his past. He'd watched him closely, caught the hints. Minho was his biggest lead, and he needed his answers,

"So, where do you live?" He inquired, hands folded in front of his face, curiously. It was his third day under the joint supervision of Han and Minho—mostly Minho as it seemed Jisung was being "babysat" as well.

Minho pays for their meal, shoving his hand in his pocket as he catches up, takeout swinging in a plastic bag beside him, "Out of town."

Hyunjin nods, eyeing the elder quizzically as he starts texting someone on his phone. Why did he have to be so cryptid? Hyunjin shudders as he wonders if Minho was the hitman he'd seen in his flashback, but pushes the thought away as Han speaks up. "He lives in this pretty big house, but he doesn't like to talk about how rich he is."

The blond cocks his head to the side, "Why not?"

Jisung looks to the oldest subtly, before leaning in and whispering to Hyunjin, "Something happened to one of his friends... he doesn't get along with his family either, so he tries to forget about it. He hasn't stayed there the past couple months, though."

The blond nods, suddenly feeling bad for asking. He was curious and suspicious of the raven head, but he had no right to impose and dig up memories he wanted to forget. Hyunjin wished he had the same luxury.

Minho drops his phone to his side, perking up, "Where do you guys want to go?" unaware of the conversation the two boys had just shared about him. Hyunjin almost feels guilty of the gossip.

Jisung jumps excitedly, "Oh, can we go to the cinema? They have this new sci-fi flick, Hyunjin would love it!" Trying to sound as convincing as possible. At Hyunjin's name, Minho nods, although all the younger two notice is that he said yes. "Thank you! I've been trying to get Felix to go, but he's "too broke for the theater" recently."

Minho snorts, "Yeah, well I'm cheap, so we're going to the one Seungmin works at, in the plaza Jeongin works at," shaking his head as he looks up the movie and reads out showtimes. Finally, they decide on a five o'clock viewing, about four hours from now. "We've got three hours to kill, what do you guys say we head to [Y/N]'s place until then?"

The two nod, and Hyunjin stares at the black automobile before entering. Something about it was familiar, and he didn't know how to feel about it. He was still semi-wary of cars, but he usually got in without much hesitation. His stomach twists unpleasantly as he stands in front of the vehicle, until a hand is on his shoulder, shaking him.

"Hey man, are you okay?" The honey-skinned boy wonders, eyes large and concerned for the blond. Jisung got on Hyunjin's nerves a lot, but he was a caring and lovable friend that he was grateful to share with you.

With a heavy breath, he nods, "I'm good, let's go," climbing into the car and turning to the side, thinking to himself.

When they arrive at your apartment, Jisung remembers the food in the car, complaining to himself loudly as he rushes down the stairs. Hyunjin finds it quite comedic, taking a seat on the couch and scrolling through his phone. Honestly, his phone was pretty boring, since he didn't have any social media, and he thought most YouTubers were too annoying to watch.

Minho pokes his head out the door and looks around, making sure Han wasn't in earshot yet, then plops himself beside Hyunjin. With a sigh, he starts, "Have you thought about what I told you at the arcade?"

"What? About [Y/N] and I?" Minho nods, and Hyunjin doesn't feel so bad about his earlier nosiness, "I have. I still don't see how it's your business what relationship we have—I don't see why you're so interested in what I remember, either."