The Mission || Minsung

Twenty Four

"I can't believe one week is over already... I'll miss you, man." Hyunjin said, giving Minho a side hug.

"It was fun being back even if it was for a short time." Minho smiled. He looked back towards Seonjae, who just passed him a curt nod.

"Do well this time, son. I'll be keeping an eye out." He said sternly.

"I won't disappoint you, boss. You can have my word." Minho said firmly, the lie slipping through his lips almost effortlessly.

But he wasn't worried about anything in that moment. His mind was filled with only one thought.

Jisung.

He was growing impatient to just hug his lover and be in his arms for as long as time allowed.

"Bye, Min. Hopefully you'll be back soon." Seonmi smiled softly.

And with that, he drove to the JJ's with Sunghoon.

Not even ten minutes passed with him waiting impatiently in the club when finally, the voice he longed to hear hit his ears.

"Minho!" Jisung smiled brightly, almost sprinting towards the waiting area. He enveloped the older in a bone crushing hug, clinging onto him as if he would disappear if he let go.

"I missed you so much." Jisung whispered against his neck, gently kissing his jaw.

"I missed you too, Ji. So much." Minho replied, unable to contain the smile growing on his face.

However, he soon came back to his senses. Minho took a quick glance around, only to be met with amused faces of his people.

"Uhm, anyways. I can't wait to go back home. Can we please leave?" Minho ushered.

"Of course," Jisung smiled widely. "Changbin hyung, can you please get Minho's stuff in the car?"

Changbin, whose presence Minho didn't notice sooner finally spoke up. "Alright. You two head first."

Minho frowned when Changbin didn't cast him a single glance and picked up his bags wordlessly. That wasn't very typical of Changbin.

However, before he could get lost in his thoughts any further, Jisung snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him closer.

Minho bid a rushed goodbye to the club workers before sitting down in the backseat with Jisung, whose face still held the biggest smile that Minho had ever seen before.

Soon enough, Changbin sat in the driver's seat and to Minho's relief, they were finally going back home.

"One week without you was pure torture. I'm sorry Minho, but I don't think I'll send you away that easily next time." Jisung smiled.

"Well, it doesn't sound so bad." Minho chuckled. "Then atleast I'll get all the time I want with you."

At that, however, Jisung's smile dropped.

"What's wrong?" Minho quietly asked, sensing the shift in the younger's demeanor.

"About that..." Jisung trailed off, suddenly making an eye contact with Changbin through the rearview mirror.

"What's the matter Jisung?" Minho asked, not having a good feeling about any of that.

"His father is sending him to Paris for three months." Changbin spoke up before Jisung could.

"Oh."

That was all Minho could say.

Jisung watched helplessly as Minho's mood shifted and he fiddled with his hands, probably wondering how to respond.