The Mission || Minsung

Fourteen

The night was exhausting. Minho thought he wouldn't have to do anything but stand idly and watch Jisung interact with others.

But he had absolutely no idea that whoever would come across them were gonna ask a lot of questions about him, hungrily eyeing him as if he was a toy to possess.

All they saw was Jisung with his plaything, not another human being.

And that annoyed the older.

Jisung could sense his mood going down at a point, so he asked Changbin to take the boy back to the apartment.

All Minho wanted to do was crash in his bed.

That was originally the plan until two men dressed in all black suddenly appeared in front of him and Changbin as they were exiting the mansion.

From their clothes, Minho realised they weren't from Black Mask.

His fists clenched at that. He did have his signature poisonous dagger on him, but using that would reveal his true identity.

He needed a way out. Quickly.

"What the hell do you want?" Changbin hissed in their direction as they began inching closer.

"It would be the best for you if you moved out of the way, Seo. Hand over the boy." The man said, inching further every second.

"There's no way in hell I'm doing that." Said Changbin. He got ready to strike at them, his gun already out.

In a few seconds, the entire situation flipped.

"Minho run!" Changbin yelled when the other two began firing.

Swiftly, Minho moved towards a random hallway, barely avoiding getting shot.

He needed to get to Jisung as quickly as possible. The men knew Changbin's name, and that could only mean one thing.

They belonged to Hyacinth.

And if that was the case, there was only one person who could do that.

The one man Minho hated with his entire being.

Seems like he had been recognised.

Or judging from the way the older Han eyed him... Had he been recognised long ago?

With a deep breath, he began sprinting towards the main hall, sighing in relief as the familiar double doors came in his vision.

He quickly slipped inside the tightly packed room and immediately began looking for the Han. It didn't take him long to spot the younger, who was unsurprisingly the centre of attention.

He began making his way towards Jisung, relaxing now that he was finally safe.

However, that relief didn't last long as he felt a pair of arms grabbing him from behind.

Jisung was there. Right in front of him. And yet he found himself slipping out of consciousness as a drugged cloth was put on his mouth.

Meanwhile Jisung stood there, completely oblivious to the fact that his pretty boy was being dragged away from him, and away from everyone's eyes.

***

Minho woke up suddenly as water was splashed on his face.

He panicked, his body tensing immediately when he found himself tied up to a chair. He frantically began looking around, seeing nothing but dark.

He gasped for air as his eyes slowly adjusted to darkness.

"Sir, he's awake." An unfamiliar voice came.