The Mission || Minsung

Fifteen

"Boss... We've searched every single room. But he's nowhere." BM, one of Jisung's men said.

They had been looking for as long as they could, but there was still no sign of Minho.

"Not all." Changbin spoke up. "Mr Han's study is still left."

Jisung's jaw clenched. "Come on. Let's go there."

"Jisung, I don't think messing with him is a good idea-" Chan tried to reason.

"He should've thought of that before putting his hands on what's mine, then." Jisung said, pure anger filling his voice.

And so, the group of six men followed Jisung close behind as he moved towards his father's study.

For some reason, he didn't feel the fear that he usually felt whenever he went to his father. That day, all he could feel was anger. Nothing else.

He knocked on his father's door, waiting for a few moments to get a response.

But it never came.

He knocked again, louder this time.

"Father, open the door this second-"

He was interrupted as his father's right hand man opened the door.

"Mr Han isn't here right now. I'd suggest you to come back-"

"Oh cut the crap, you old geezer." Jisung said, pushing him away.

And just as he expected, his father was there, peacefully sitting on his desk.

"Where is he?" Jisung said, slamming his hands on the desk.

"What are you talking about, boy?" His father looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"You know very well who I'm talking about, father. Where. Is. He?" Jisung hissed.

"Boss! There's a room behind here." BM said suddenly, interrupting him.

With a huff of air, he made his way towards the door after telling Chan to watch his father.

It was a small door, but there was no doubt it wasn't empty as muffled sounds could be heard.

With one kick of his leg, the weak door fell down with its hinges, revealing a small and dark place.

And in the corner of it was Minho, pushed up against the wall as another man was grabbing his throat. He was kicking his legs in the air, clearly struggling to breathe.

Jisung didn't even waste a single second to rip off the man away from Minho.

The older fell onto the floor, coughing and gasping for breath as his throat was released. Tears prickled his eyes as he blinked to regain his vision.

"A wild one, that man." The man who was holding Minho chuckled. He proceeded to show them numerous bite marks on his arm and various scratches, mostly on his neck. "Gave me a hard time, but I managed to touch him nevertheless-"

He was cut off immediately as Jisung's fist met his jaw. One punch. Then another. He kept on hitting him until his face was all bloody. However, he soon let go as a groan escaped Minho's mouth.

Within seconds Jisung was next to Minho on the floor, who was still gasping for air.

"Minho, hey, look at me." He said, shaking the older man as his eyes began closing.

"I-I..." Minho tried to say, but ended up coughing again.

"It's alright, you're safe. I promise." Jisung said, holding him closer to his body.