My Saviour [A Minsung Fanfiction]

TRUST

Listen to "I'll be there for you" by The Rembrandts.

[WORD COUNT: 5K+]

In accordance with their plan, everything was ready. And as every minute passes by, Minho's nerves only worsened. Because that was hell of a responsibility on his shoulders that he wasn't so sure if he could fulfill. Moreover, he wasn't in contact with Jisung either, so neither could he calm himself nor could he stop worrying about the boy's health. As he was really sick. But he needs to do this, for the sake of everyone included in this, and most importantly, his bestfriend who's no longer alive. At the moment, they were in the car that is said to be the exact copy of the one Asher owns, with 5 Mercedes to their front, 5 to their back. All thanks to Hyunjin's mentioned friend, Kim Woojin.

They were good to go, but the blonde seemed to be more apprehensive than the other. He was fixing his hairs now, thankfully Asher was known to change his bodyguards every second, so no one would notice that his personal bodyguard's hair colour wasn't blonde. The most horrible part of doing this with Hyunjin was, shopping. Minho couldn't be more surprised at his choosiness, mainly when he was trying to find the outfits of Asher's taste. Because he literally circled the whole mall even though the clothes he chose now were right in front of them. If they stay alive, which they believe they will, Minho would make sure to give him a payback.

"Should we advance?" Hyunjin then asks, diverting his eyes from the mirror to him.

"I don't know. You're supposed to drive, advance when you think is the right time." Minho says with a smug tone.

"Alright, then. Buckle up 'cause Asher's chauffeur drives like a maniac, as this is what he likes."

"That's oddly childish."

"I know, right?" Hyunjin says before turning the engine on, as their Divo was driven off through the empty road, being guided by five cars. Minho couldn't deny one fact, that is, even though this was all so hectic, the feeling of superiority he was getting from this, going somewhere as a VIP, was something unforgettable. When in reality he's nothing but a broke teenager. But an experience is an experience, whatever way you experience it. The dead silence in the car felt even more nerve-wrecking, maybe music would've helped. But Minho didn't want to be caught off-guard and unprepared for his role. In the meantime, he must memorize the way of Asher's talking.

Frankly, it was easy because he doesn't talk much unless he's with Chan or few others. So Minho gotta act reserved and mysterious, with a intimidating aura coming from him.

Guess it wasn't written what they'll do their completely unfamiliar faces. Hyunjin has an idea for that too, but it couldn't have been possible without Asher's odd habits. It took like half an hour for them to come accross the large brothel, gleaming in the shade of red, and its identity, supposedly "THE SCARLET DAYS", hanging on a large board to the building's front. Hyunjin turned the engine off, and reached out for something like a box in the backseat, which didn't catch Minho's eye before now, as he is too exhausted from the blonde's reckless driving, and felt like he just came back from death. Placing the box on his lap, the blonde began untying the ribbons. It revealed two elegant looking masquerade masks, and by the looks of it, they probably cost more than he could save up in a year.

"We'll go inside wearing these, as no risks about our faces can be taken. We can't let it end before it starts. And though, there's no ball being held, its normal for you to wear things that are out-of-place according to his habits. To our benefit, there's an event being held, so these masks aren't all that out-of-place. Can you wear it by yourself?" Hyunjin states and starts attaching the mask to his face. For ones who haven't seen him actually wear the mask, he would look definitely unrecognisable. It almost covered half of his face, but it was not his identity that mattered right now. Minho was afraid that people would understand that he's not Asher on the spur of the moment.