Trope (Minsung)

The default

(unedited... promise I will edit Soon.)

The default for most people is a normal school upbringing. A routinely life in a picket fence house. After that comes the college life and it's long bills, then comes the family, and eventually disintegrating into a midlife crisis.

Inevitable sadness is what that type of life brings. At least that's what Minho thinks. It's all so boring, to live vanilla lives.

Where's all the fun ? The screams of terror, the thrill of running for your life when it's in danger, the pleasure of as many girls one could ever want......

"I can't do this. Please don't make me do this" Jisung pleads to a uncaring Minho.

They're at huge charity masquerade ball. Grand would be a better description. The sophistication and elegance of the huge venue further emphasizes it's importance in wealth.

Older women and their daughters who are clearly born from old money are adorning their fanciest dresses. The accompanying men are no different. They way they converse, look and even regard other people screams elitism.

Jisung begins to feel uneasy as he watches the masses in the ball mingle. He, Minho and 'detective Chan'  are right above the ball on the designated third floor.

That's right. Chan. The fake detective who brought him back to Minho.

Chan tried to apologize, but Jisung wasn't here for it. Fake law enforcement. Fake helper. Fake apology too.

"Think of this as an initiation, prove yourself to me Jisung. Show me that I can trust you" Minho says in that familiar soft voice. That soft voice that he uses when he is either being menacing or manipulative.

Chan just stares at the two quietly. He has never seen Minho behave this soft. The Minho he knows is vehemently mute and only uses action to communicate.

The Minho he knows, is an impatient ticking time bomb. Quick to anger and slow to being considerate, despite his genius mind.

"All you have to do, is collect. When I give you the signal. Collect everything you can as quick as you can. " Minho explains.

"Trust me okay?"

"Trust" Jisung repeats after Minho.

The night proceeds smoothly, while Chan leaves to carry out a task elsewhere, Minho and Jisung remain in the ball. 

The mask on Minho's face encapsulates mystery like never before. He already looks dapper and mysterious. But the fact that all Jisung can see are Minho's mask framed eyes heightens his image.

They linger like outsiders among the rich, but no one would be ever pick them out as intruders. If anything, they fit right in.

This is evident when an older man approaches Jisung with an inviting smile. 

"You look quite familiar young man, Do I Know?" The older man asks, sipping a cocktail flamboyantly.

Jisung remembers that their wearing masks, and can understand why this man would mistake him  for someone else. A younger relative perhaps.

"No sir, I assure you that we are not acquainted like that." Jisung says, trying to feign a confidence he doesn't have.

Those spy movies are coming in handy. Technically.

"Not a problem then. Let me get you a drink hmm? Get to be acquainted with you at a prestigious event like this" The chubby man says, leaning down to get closer to Jisung's ear.

There's a clear difference to when Minho is close to him, compared to this old geezer.

When Minho's does it, he feels hot. Right now all he feels are chills over his skin. The ones that feel likes needles to the skin.