Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟗. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Jisung and Minho woke up, tangled in the bed with each other as Minho couldn't believe he had slept.

Jisung on the other hand couldn't deny that he had gotten the best sleep he could.

"You can sleep with me from now on. You'll not have nightmares then."

Minho speaks as he pushes Jisung out of the room, to take a refreshing shower.

He finishes up, his attire, vibrant with his vibe as everyone was thrown off balance.

"Doesn't boss look too happy? He's never been that way before."

A woman, dressed in a black shirt, and a pencil red skirt, taps her heels and comments.

"True. Also the newbie, he's been too close to the newbie. I've even seen boss train and drive him to the mansion."

Another woman, in a silky yellow dress replies.

"Really? Wow, he's never trained anyone before."

"I've even seen them come out of boss' room together, in the morning."

"Whoa! They must have something going on, I never knew!"

Changbin who hears the chattering, quickly dismissed them.

"Back to work, now ladies. No more chit-chatting."

The women shuffle back to their seats, heads lowering when Minho walked past them into his office.

Changbin poised himself in front of Minho who had a wide smile plastered on his face.

"What's with you?"

"I'm happy, can't I be happy?"

"You can. But why are you happy?"

"Well....I slept last night?"

"You what?! Slept?! How did that even happen, don't you have insomnia?"

"Shut up. Also, I just did. Nothing special."

Minho slips as he crosses his legs and dangles them over the table.

"I heard the newbie was in your room last night?"

"What if he was?"

"I don't like this. You shouldn't hang around with someone new and trust them so much."

Minho sighs as he levers up from his chair, heading towards the door he pats Changbin's shoulder.

"I know."

Changbin huffs as he collects some papers from Minho's table, leaving.

"Seungmin? I want you to look into Kim Haejun."

"Kim Haejun? Who's that?"

"The newbie, who Minho's been training."

"Ah! Talk of the town. I've heard alot about him."

Changbin rummages through his pant pockets, slipping a picture in Seungmin's palm.

Seungmin's hands tumble over the keys in a free motion as he loads a ton of people.

"Umm.. No one with the name Kim Haejun matches this picture."

Changbin's eyes scan up and down the variety of faces, 𝐬crolling the mouse.

But no match was found.

"So, he isn't Kim Haejun.....What is he up to?"

Changbin whispers the last words to himself in a deep dilemma.

"Keep trying to trace Joseph and some info on Han's son."

"Roger that!"

Seungmin salutes the man before starting his work again.

Changbin marches to Minho's office, sticking a note to his table

'I want to talk to you.  
-Changbin'

Minho, who was in the training room with Jisung— loads a gun.

"I've been wanting to teach you how to use a handgun for a while now."

Jisung's eyes scale over the weapon, his heart squeezing at it, remembering the day his father died.

His facade almost broke, when tears clouded his eyes, but he wiped them away, courageously.

"Here, show me how you hold it."

Minho held out the gun for Jisung to receive who was frozen in his place, hands shaking on his sides.

Minho failed to notice how Jisung trembled like a leaf as he pressures the boy.

"Don't just stand there. Hold, aim and shoot."

"I don't want to."

Minho who was beaming with an enlightened mood, suddenly frowned at the rejection.

"What?"

Jisung shakes his head, eyes not even matching Minho's as he looks at the other's shoes.

Minho grits his teeth, suddenly overbearingly piqued by Jisung.

He grabs Jisung's arm, his nails digging into the soft skin as the other winces.

"Don't "no" me. I've never once gone all out on you. That doesn't mean I never will.
Try to get on my nerves and you'll be dead on the floor. "

His arm is detained from the hold as he rubs the red imprints of nails, into his skin.

Fingers beating nervously against the metal as he tightly clenches around it.

Eyes blurred with tears as he blinks rapidly, counting to three before shooting.

His mind wanders back to the very moment his hands clapsed onto the cold trigger.

The way the man, ended his father's life, with the pull of a trigger.

Right in front of his eyes, by his own hands, yet he couldn't do anything.

He felt useless, guilty, selfish and mostly soulless.

An ear-ringing clank is heard as the gun hits the ground, Jisung's knees dropping later.

Tears stream down his face as he tries covering them up.

"Crying?"

Jisung feels arms around his unsteady frame as he lets go off the droplets.

"Ssh....It's okay, you can tell me what it is, I won't judge."

Minho shushes the sobbing boy, his heart breaking at the sobs.

Staying in the embrace for longer than he intended, he steps a foot away.

"I'm sorry. I'll learn well tomorrow....the gun."

Jisung ducks his head down, ashamed as he advances to the door.

"No need to. You can practice other weapons, maybe knives. Tomorrow. You can skip the evening training today."

Jisung puckers his lips as he halts once before dashing out of the room,

"Thank you."

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