Poison || Hyunho

7 | Jail

As Changbin went to make himself a sandwich in Chan's kitchen whilst Chan and Felix discussed their situation, the front door opened.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't expecting anyone. "Hello?" He called out, "Kim? Lee?"

"Don't worry. I'm sure it's nothing," he said reassuringly, noticing Felix's discomfort, "I'll go check it out. You wait here for Seo."

Chan got up to check out the front door to find a strange guy he didn't recognise so without hesitation he sprung towards the Oreo haired guy and pinned him to the wall, "Who the fuck are you and why are you in my home?"

The guy chuckled and slipped under Chan's arm only to pin him against the wall with a smirk. Chan was taken by surprise and turned red from embarrassment.

"Calm down, old man, I'm a friend of Kim Seungmin. He told me to keep an eye on you until he's back. He didn't tell you?" The guy let Chan go and said, "The name's Jeongin by the way. Yang Jeongin."

"BANG! ARE YOU OKAY?!" Changbin yelled, rushing to the front door but coming to a sudden stop when he saw Chan's red cheeks and ears, "What happened? Who's this?"

Chan cleared his throat and said, "I'm fine. Keep an eye on Jeongin here. I need to have a word with Seungmin."

"Yes, sir," Changbin said, crossing his arms and staring at the new guy intimidatingly.

"Hi, I'm Jeongin," the guy waved and smiled at Changbin with his eyes turning into little crescent moons and his cheeks being imprinted with the most adorable dimples.

'AH. HE'S SO FREAKING CUTE.' Changbin continued to keep a straight face as if he wasn't about to combust from cuteness overload.

//

"Where are you going?" Seungmin asked as Minho got up to leave.

"Choi Jungyu's," Minho replied as he wrapped his scarf around his neck.

"Since when did you drink at places like that?"

"You're asking too many questions, Kim. Drop it," Minho said, putting his long coat on, "Stay here and make sure there's someone with him at all times."

Seungmin nodded and watched Minho walk out, thinking to himself, 'Since when did he care so much about Hwang?'

He glanced down at his phone ringing, "Whoops. I forgot to tell the old man about Yang."

//

"Hello, sir, what can I get for y-" the bartender approached Minho but stopped when he laid eyes on the sharply dressed brunette, "You new around here? Not seen you around before."

Minho glanced down at the bartender's hand clenching tightly onto the glass in his hand. "You ought to be careful with that," he said, making eye contact again, "You don't want to cut your hand."

"Ah, sorry," the man apologised and let go of the glass, "Been a bit of a stressful week. What can I get for you?"

"I'm not actually here to get a drink," said Minho. His demeanour suddenly turning very serious as he continued to say, "Early tonight I came here to take a friend home. I saw him with another man before I got to him. You know him?"

"Look man, I'm sorry you're going through relationship issues or whatever, but I see hundreds of people every night, you can't expect me to know every single one that walks in here. If your man's cheating on you, I suggest you see a couple's therapist. I feel for you, really I do. I hope things get better for you guys soon but if you're not going to order anything I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the bartender responded and was about to walk away when Minho threw his arms over the counter and grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him inches away from him.

"Listen here, you little shit, my friend was poisoned and I'm pretty certain that the man he was last seen with here spiked his drink so you better give me some information or so help me I'll strangle it out of you if I need to,"

//

"I can't believe you got yourself locked up in jail for assaulting a bartender. What were you thinking?" Chan tutted disappointedly when an officer opened the door for him.

Minho was slumped in a chair sulkily with his arms crossed and his lips in a pout when he looked up at his partner walking in with Changbin, Felix and another guy walking behind him.

"Who's the kid?"

"The name's Yang Jeongin,"

"Ah, so you're the one Kim sent in his place,"

"Uh, excuse me, let's not forget that we're currently at the police station because you literally choked a stranger," Chan looked at Minho in disbelief. He was acting so nonchalant about the situation.

"Low-key ate," Felix chuckled.

Chan stared at Felix in surprise.

"Why are you so surprised?" Changbin laughed, "They are cousins after all."

Chan sighed in defeat and said, "Whatever. Let's go. We've still got a lot of things to work out."

As they were about to make their way out, they were approached by a man in a suit with slick black hair and a pair of thin glasses.

"Can I help you?" Chan asked slightly agitated, "We've already been given permission to leave."

"I understand," said the officer, "This is about the gentleman Mr Lee assaulted."

Chan glared at Minho who just smiled innocently. If he wasn't so damn cute, Chan probably would've strangled him too.

"What about him?"

"I'm Song Yungi, Mr Choi's lawyer," the man introduced himself, "I'm here to inform you that Mr Choi has decided to drop the charges against Mr Lee."

"What does he want?" Minho asked passive aggressively.

"Lee," Chan pulled Minho to the side and whispered, "What do you think you're doing? He said he's dropping the charges. You already strangled the dude, don't piss him off anymore than you already have."

"He wouldn't drop the charges if he didn't want something in return," said Minho as he walked past Chan towards the lawyer, "So what's the catch?"

"Mr Choi would like to meet with you in private," the lawyer replied.

//

"I can't believe you brought him back to your penthouse," Minho whispered grumpily, "What if he trashes the place or steals your things or, even worse, leaves us all for dead."

"I can still hear you, you know?" The bartender raised an eyebrow unimpressed, "You have nothing to worry about, I'm not the one who strangled a total stranger in public for no reason."

Minho groaned in frustration, "Uhhhh, not this again. I already apologised, so drop it."

"You actually didn't though,"

Everyone glanced at Minho with raised eyebrows.

He slapped his hand on his face and dragged it down before saying, "Fine. I apologise. You feel better now?"

"What are you sorry for?"

"You're stretching it now, dude," said Minho, "Now cut to the chase, what do you want?"

"I think I know who you were looking for earlier,"