Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟕. 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞

"Come on, faster, just like that! Hit me!"

Minho holds up his hands to punch Jisung who dodges every one seemlessly.

Jisung then inches closer to Minho, landing a punch straight to his abdomen.

The other groans, moving back as Jisung then smirks.

He could possibly put him down physically too, he might look macho but he was easy. Too easy.

"You couldn't eve—"

Jisung loses his composure, distracted by a small victory as he spits out blood.

He went flying to the ground after a punch was sent straight to his jaw.

He regurges the blood, making it line across his nose, and dry down.

He stumbles, standing up as he retains his posture, putting himself into defense.

Going back he avoids another hit, and another. His legs felt like jelly.

He jutted out his bottom lip that he had been sucking on as it again bleeds.

He hisses, his legs giving up on him while his wounded jaw ached incredibly.

He had definitely underestimated Minho. He wasn't easy, not at all.

Jisung attacks mustering all his vigor before letting his body collapse.

It had been an hour and Minho looked as if he could still go on for another day.

Jisung's eyes barely split open, ogle at Minho who enters into the room with a medical kit.

He whimpers as his gloved finger grazes against his purple bruised jaw.

Minho could only smile as he watches the boy, frown with a pout.

How badly would he want to kiss the boy right now. Just how much.

He dips the cotton bud in some medicine as he presses it on the bruise softly.

"Hurts, doesn't it? This is why you shouldn't get distracted.
This was just training, if this happened in the real mission, you'd be dead by now."

Jisung flails his arms not wanting a scolding, hissing when Minho presses it down harder.

Minho bends down, hair angling above his eyes as he captures the boy between his arms on the ground.

Jisung feeling tired just groans making Minho's eyes darken.

"Don't make those noises. Unless you want me to fu—"

Minho jerks himself back into his senses, he shouldn't tell Haejun about it.

"Haejun, go rest. You need it. Tell me if you need anything, ok?"

"Also, three months of training."

Minho giggles when Jisung nods with little to no energy, as he gets up, snail-walking to his room.

~•~

"So he did well?"

"Pretty much, according to his stature better than I expected, he even landed one on me."

"What?!"

Changbin cups his mouth, realising how loud he was, as he looks at Minho in profound shock.

"And you didn't kill him?"

"No, I guess. He's still alive, just bruised."

Changbin puffs out a ring of smoke, passing the cig to Minho who takes a whiff.

The two then get back to work as Minho asks Changbin regarding Han.

"Any info on Han's son?"

"No. Seungmin is trying, but to no avail. Also Joseph isn't tracked."

Minho lets out an exasperated breath, work kept going up and downhill.

He couldn't balance work when he didn't even catch a wink of sleep.

Changbin had often suggested a doctor but Minho denied.

"What about Crystal? Are there any updates?"

"So far, they seem quiet. But with what you did back there to their boss they wouldn't back down easily."

Minho nods as he dives in the piles of papers, signing them as he yawns, never feeling sleepy though.

He soon hears his door open as he looks up, infuriated at whoever entered uninvited.

But his lips stretch in a smile when he sees Haejun walk towards him.

"Why are you here? I told you to take a rest."

"I'm fine now, also will I only fight in the mafia, no theoretical work?"

Minho judges Jisung who shrugs as he drags a chair sitting beside Minho.

He watches the mafia boss, jotting some pointers and corrections and signing papers.

"You can leave, no need to sit here. We'll train in the evening as well.
So better take a rest. Don't come whining later."

Minho nudges Jisung after he attained freedom from work, the other lost somewhere.

"Haejun let's go, I'll drive you home."

"Home? The mansion."

"Yeah."

Minho shoos away his assigned driver as he places himself in the seat.

Jisung climbs into the passenger seat, again wavering in his thoughts.

He couldn't help but think how could he get to Joseph, it seemed impossible.

He'd searched rooms after Minho left but eavesdropped on a gossip.

It was two ladies who were snipers in the gang,

"Joseph is with Crystal now? Why would he?"

"Don't know, it's just a rumor. Maybe?"

"His room's been untouched this whole week. It can't be just a rumor."

Jisung wasn't ready to switch gangs to just kill Joseph and now it was troubling him.

He didn't know whether it was real but it wouldn't leave his head.

"Pretty boy?"

Jisung flinches, head going back into the seat in reflex when he saw Minho's face close to his.

Minho smirks as he closes the gap between their chests, leaning to put the seatbelt on him.

Minho gapes right into Jisung's big eyes, his eyes rearing to his lips.

He held onto Jisung's waist, firmly groping it instead before clipping his seat belt on.

He still didn't move back, making Jisung crouch into his seat, with his eyes shut.

Minho awes at the adorable gesture, acting as if nothing happened before speeding off.

"Cute."

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