Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩

Jisung was out of the mansion today, back to his place.

He'd made an excuse of some work he had to wind up, hence returning to the house.

It was told to him that Minho had schemed a mission against Crystal, the day after.

What was even more intriguing was he'd been told Joseph was being hunted down.

Even though it was planned for tonight, Minho postponed it due to some reason.

He knew we would have to accompany the others on this mission. He wanted to be the one gifting death to the man.

Sitting in his father's room, on his bed-he picks a framed picture of his father, his scent still lingering in the room, somehow.

"Forgive me. I wouldn't let myself back off so easily. I've got to do it-for you,"

His thumb rubbing over the face in the picture, mind suddenly crossing back to yesterday night.

"Why couldn't I do it? It was just perfect...I could've succeeded. Why dad?"

He questions, intently eyeing the picture, as if expecting an explanation from his father.

His eyes burn, prickling with tears, frustrated of his incapability.

Yanking his sleeve to whip away the unwanted tears, he throws the picture on the bed.

Getting up, running outside the house, he notices something weird.

'Why isn't he coming to meet me, when he's here- near my house?'

Felix, his best friend, was standing just a few steps away.....with someone familiar.

Jisung squeezes his eyes together when he identified the man.

It was Minho's right hand, Seo Changbin.

Jisung gasps, back hitting his front door as shallowness smokes his mind.

Felix had just pecked Changbin on the lips, his face contorted in the gleeful smile, his trademark.

"Shit, they might spot me! I need to call him."

Jisung hideously climbs into his car, routing to the mansion, wanting nothing else but to talk to Felix.

Sliding into the mansion he heads up straight to his bedroom.

He turns his phone on, secluding himself in his bathroom, to prevent someone from picking his words.

He then taps on the dialpad, ready to call Felix when he halts.

Maybe Felix was still with Changbin? What if Jisung is caught? Will he be able to take revenge?

Fuck! Would he even stay alive?

He decides to call Felix when he himself sees Changbin in the mansion.

His phone suddenly pings, making him flinch. He reads the message Minho had sent him.

"Meet me after an hour in the training room at the mansion, if your work outside is done."

"Am I caught? Why does he want to meet up out of nowhere?!"

Jisung hurls his frustration into screams, face scrunching in anxiety as he messes his hair.

"Well, I'll only know once we meet up.."

Jisung sighs, exhausted due to the pressure building up inside him, feeling as if he'll burst at any moment.

He sails into the embrace of his bed, slightly uncomfortable.

He shifts not feeling used to his own bed.