Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟐. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝

"Did Joseph do it?"

"Yes, but Joseph didn't—"

The man dressed in a black attire with black combat boots, and raven hair shuts himself up.

The male with blond hair in front of him smirks, realizing the power he held.

The blond male then dismisses the raven head with a hand signal.

He leans back in his chair, smiling to himself.He had gotten rid of the biggest threat to his corporation.

He then rings a bell resting on his desk, when a brunette appears behind the door.

"May I come in?"

"Come in."

The brunette enters the room as he awaits what orders the blond male had for him.

The blond male, tosses a few pictures to the brunette who managed to catch them before they fell.

"So, he's dead huh?"

"I couldn't have been more sure my whole life, finally no more problems!"

The brunette chuckles when the blond male, lounges into his chair, relaxed.

"Minho, with what you lead, this wasn't even a problem. You'll face more grave ones."

"Whatever, for now he'd a lot of information to take us down so I'm glad it's done!"

Minho, the blond male proudly raises his eyebrows, with a cunning smile.

The brunette, his right hand, Changbin could only shake his head at Minho's haughtiness.

Minho then yanks the sleeve of his beige blazer up to check on the time.

His hand was adorned with a rolex and a peculiar ring with silver letters,

'Black Rose.'

"We have a meeting in ten minutes, ugh!"

He groans, standing up and rushing out of his office while straightening his suit as Changbin follows.

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"So the ammunition is missing?"

"A total of six cartons are missing. It isn't really a big de—"

A loud smash was heard in the room, as a man's head was bashed into the concrete wall.

The man moans as a throbbing pain grows in his head as the blonde boy repeats his actions.

He tried to get out of the rock hard grip but the blond didn't let him.

He kept going on as a huge hemmorhage along with heavy bleeding decorated the man's skull.

Minho, sighs in satisfaction finally letting go of the man as he looks down on the blob of scarlet on his blazer.

'Ah, it was a new blazer!'

He kicks into the man's ribs hearing a crack, who was lying on the ground, unconscious— probably dead.

The man coughs with the kick, spitting out a mixture of saliva and blood, his eye bruised and  his face unrecognizable.

"Well, six boxes are a big deal for me. So I want them delivered as compensation too!"

He rolls his eyes as the man croaks and Changbin hands him a pristine white napkin, as he cleans his dirty hands.

Everyone in the room was dead silent, not wanting to get on Minho's bad side.

Changbin sighs as Minho swung the door open and hurried out. He trails behind him trying to calm him down.

"You've got quite the temper."

"Well I do, so don't make me mad or else—you know."

The both of them stay quiet after that, as they get into the sleek black metal car.

Only ragged breaths and curses were heard with Minho pumping his fist trying to contain his anger.

They then mapped back to their mansion, the Black Rose's mansion.

Most of the assassins, snipers, hackers, fighters and trainers were residing in it.

Both depart towards their own rooms—on the top floor.

Minho blows up as he reaches his room, removing his shirt, slinging it aside.

He blasts some music in his room as he straps the gloves around his hands, darting punches onto the punching bag.

His hands kept on launching on the sandbag as the punches only got more aggressive.

His body starts glimmering with drops of sweat as he kept flinging shots at the bag.

He halts when his breath becomes tuneless as he removes the gloves.

He observes his knuckles that were beat red due to his session. His eyes crease in pain when he touched the skin.

Tiredness engages him as he takes a cold shower, chucking himself into his bed.

He closes his eyes only to open them again. His eyes battling with his sleep.

He had insomnia. However, he didn't do anything about it.

He trudges out of his bed into the kitchen as he fills up a glass of water, gulping it down.

"Not able to sleep again?"

He turns to see Changbin standing in the main hall, also here for a glass of water. He pours another one handing it to the brunette.

"You know...why ask then?"

"Well, I feel something isn't right. Like something bad's going to happen."

"What? Just go to sleep, I'll try to as well, don't make predictions."

Changbin shrugs, as he puts the glass down on the kitchen top as he wanders back to his room.

Minho also returned to his own, hovering on his bed in deep thoughts.

Changbin's words effected his already sleep deprived self. He places his finger on his chin.

"Something bad..?"

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