Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟏𝟐. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦

"Are you sure? You might be mistaken. He doesn't take rookies on missions,"

Changbin spoke as he zips his bulletproof vest.

Second guessing Jisung's presence wasn't the only thing Changbin did, he was suspicious.

Jisung could tell.

Jisung picks up the gun, loading it with quivering hands, "He said it himself. You can ask him."

However Jisung had a secret of his too. So jisung could pretty much blackmail him with it-Felix.

Minho enters the training room, opening the compartment, hurling guns and rifles in a duffel bag.

He glances at Jisung for a brief moment, sending a wink before sliding out.

Jisung holds onto the sides of his cargos, hands curling around them as his heart pounds.

Changbin eyes Jisung before following Minho out to prep the van and load the weapons.

"You're letting him in on this? He's still a trainee,"

Changbin asks while rummaging through the bag.

"Well Haejun is quite skilled, he'll make a good partner. Also I need to test him."

Minho coughs as he then enters the car with Changbin, watching Jisung rush to the back seat.

"Is this enough?"

Jisung inquires as he probes at the gun tucked in his waistband and a knife in his pocket.

Minho nods, checking the ravenette out under Changbin's dubious gaze, licking his lips.

Changbin purses his lips in a thin line, taking his focus back on the tablet in his hands.

"It says the club is around the second block of the XXX street—about an hour away,"

"Since we're outside the city, it'll take us awhile. When is Joseph arriving there?"

"He'll be there for the deal with Crystal, it starts at 11 pm. We'll reach in time I guess,"

The car swerves through the sharp turns, the smooth roads as they enter the city from the office which was on the outskirts.

Minho peeks at Jisung through the rear view mirror, trying to avoid Changbin from noticing.

He could only gulp at how mesmerizing the boy looked, the combat outfit fitting perfectly on him.

Loose green cargos paired with a tight-skin fit black tee and black boots.

Minho wets his lips, his mouth slightly parted as he was easily distracted, speeding up to the club.

Crystal, the gang Joseph was now associated with had arranged a deal with a Chinese gang, big in business, in the club they were headed to.

However, Minho had no plans on meddling into it, he just wanted Joseph back.

And he'd ruin the beneficial deal if it was the route to retreat back along with Joseph.

"Here's the fake ID you'll be using. Haejun since you're new and were decided only yesterday—you'll sneak from the back entrance."

Minho spoke as he handed out Changbin's card, pushing his own in his jean pocket.

Jisung nervously bobs his head taking directions from Minho to wherever they'll meet once inside the club.

"Got it? Don't panic,"

The trio jumps out of their leather seats, cold air slapping their faces as they stride towards the club.

The blond and brunette seperate from the ravenette as he cautiously walks to the back entrance.

The bodyguards flash their torches on the ID's as Minho and Changbin are pushed into the club by a crowd.

Jisung also somehow got in even with his outfit being not very club oriented.

"I'm here. Where are you?"

Jisung spoke in a hushed tone, hand pressing on the earpiece to fix it in firmly.

"We're almost there, it's just too crowded!"

He heard Minho's scream over the loud music playing in the club.

Just when Jisung spotted the two companions his eyes met another pair.

Very familiar.

Jisung rushes, siding people out of the way as he moulds through the path to the VIP room at the end of the party hall.

He clearly saw the three men walk into this room.

He clutches onto the door handle, the other gripping on his knife as he yanks it open.

Cold, empty and silent. Not a soul was found in the VIP room. Jisung frowns,

"I just saw them? Fuck!"

Jisung hears a small crack in his earpiece with broken voices as he tries to coordinate.

"I can't hear you. Where am I? No?—Ah! "

Jisung stumbled back when a glass of alcohol was dunked on his shirt and face.

"I'm so sorry! It was a mistake, my friends just-"

Not wanting to waste any more time Jisung dodges the dancing figures and into the restroom.

"Hello? Shit!" Jisung curses as the earpiece seemed to have stopped working.

He pulls out tissues, wiping the wet drink sticking to his body through his shirt.

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Minho huffs, hands sweeping through his hair in frustation and fear.

"Haejun?"

"No? No either." Minho spoke as Changbin also attempts to converse with the trainee boy.

"He's gonna ruin it, this is why you don't bring newbies to m—"

"Shut up! Will you?! I'll go through the party hall. You search the backrooms."

Minho clenches his jaw, eyes lasering through the red and blue lighted hall.

Jisung was nowhere in the hall making Minho panic as he calls for Changbin,

"Found him?"

"Uhm—come to the restroom. Right now. There's a problem."

Minho hums almost agitated as he runs already having there was problem.

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