What Time Forgot | Minsung

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Jisung trudged downstairs the next morning after leaving Minhos room.

He'd left the other alone the night before after he'd left, deciding he just needed time before he got him back in his grasp.

He adjusted his sweat pants on his hips and scratched his bare stomach as he walked into the little kitchen area filled with the aroma of cheap coffee and eggs.

He ignored the way the room tensed upon walking inside and did as he pleased.

There, Chan sat at the table looking almost like a raccoon with seungmin beside him leaning on his shoulder and Jeongin on the other side of him holding his hand.

Chan was drinking coffee with his free hand while the other two looked half asleep as well. The leaders eyes lingered on him and he felt it as he walked up to the cheap little coffee maker and poured himself a cup.

"When did that happen?" Jisung asked as he turned and sat down at the table.

"What?" Seungmin mumbled sleepily and opened his eyes to look at Jisung.

"The three of you,"

"Oh," Jeongin said and leaned back in his chair, "when I came back,"

Jisung hummed, uninterested as he looked around for Minho. He didn't see him on the couch when he came down and wondered where he had gone.

Hyunjin came trudging into the room seconds later yawning with Felix trailing behind him still half asleep.

They walked over to the coffee maker and poured enough for a half a cup.

"Dammit," Felix said and turned around grumpily to look at their cups. He saw jisungs steaming one and scoffed, "how many times do we have to tell you to make more coffee when you drink it all,"

"Quit whining," Jisung said annoyed, "it's fucking annoying,"

Felix rolled his eyes as hyunjin stirred some sugar into the coffee. Hyunjin handed the first cup to Felix. He then went to make another pot for the both of them.

"Thank you," Felix said with a smile and leaned up to kiss hyunjins cheek softly before moving over to the table.

"Is Min still asleep?" Hyunjin asked and looked back at Jisung after he poured the water into the coffee well.

"Dunno," Jisung said and shrugged as he brought his cup of coffee to his lips, "he slept down here last night,"

Chan furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

"I went to bed late," he said, "I was in my office most of the night and when I came out he wasn't down here,"

Jisung stood in an instant and Felix was right beside him. Felix ran upstairs while Jisung slipped on shoes and ran outside.

He ran to look where he usually walked in the mornings, passing by the blood bath he'd left in the weeds and the body was gone. He paused and looked around but there was nothing.

Jisung then booked it to the river where they'd taken their bath together and nothing.

"Minho?" He called out but only echoes replied to him.

He then ran back to the house and rushed inside and everyone was in a panic.

"He's not outside," Jisung said, "and the body is gone,"

•••

One soft ding.

Two familiar doors that opened and welcomed him back to a place he'd spent seven years and some change.

three steps into a room that he'd been in only weeks prior.

The commander sat at the table and watched Minho come inside.

He looked rough, rougher than he'd ever seen him before.

A bandaged wrist, yellowing bruises on his cheek and hickeys on his neck and dirty, tattered clothes that had rips in some spots. A dead body of a soldier being dragged behind him on a tarp.

"Lee Minho," the commander said and stood with a proud grin.

"I've been waiting for your return," he said and smiled as Minho brought his right fist to his chest and saluted him.

Minho let the salute down as Commander Seo nodded.

"What have you dragged in for me?" The leader asked and walked forwards as he gazed at the dead eyes of his soldier. Both the one on the floor and the one standing in front of him.

"Soldier #342," the commander read aloud and tilted his head at Minho.

"I assume you have information for me?" The commander asked.

"I do," Minho said and nodded.

The commander nodded at the soldiers who were standing at the doors of the elevator and they stepped forwards, taking the body from Minhos hands and carried it out of the room.

The soft ding of the elevator and the rattling closing doors rang in Minhos ears.

The commander watched Minho for a moment and took in everything about him. The way that he looked so dead inside compared to the man he'd seen only weeks before. There was no life in those big brown eyes anymore, not subtly about that in the slightest.

His body was thinner, almost like he hadn't eaten in days and the clothes he wore were almost too big on his smaller frame.

"I want him dead," Minho said and gazed at the commander who stood in front of him.

"Who?" The man asked and tilted his head.

"I'll tell you what you want to know as long as he ends up dead in the end," Minho said and blinked slowly.

The commander slowly leaned back against the table and folded his arms in front of his buff chest. He studied Minho for a third time that day to see any bluff behind those eyes. There was nothing. Completely nothing as his used to be doe eyes were now nothing but brown orbs taking up space in his full face.

"As long as your information is relevant, I'm sure we can come to an agreement," the commander finally agreed and Minho nodded.

"I'll tell you what," he said next, "you go get washed up and back in uniform, and I will have breakfast made for you. When you are finished and rested up, we will talk,"

Minho nodded without hesitation.

"I'll see you soon Minho," the commander said and stood straight as they saluted each other.

Minho then left the room.

A mission in mind.

The one that he had sworn to complete and another that he would most definitely complete.