A lovely change with love|2min

chapter 12

Trigger warnings
Panic attack
Description of suicidal act

Chapter Text
As Minho entered the room, the dim red and blue lights cast an eerie glow on his face, accentuating the tension in his jaw. Mr. Han sat cross-legged on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Minho with an unnerving intensity. The whispering man beside him melted away at Mr. Han's subtle gesture, leaving the two adversaries alone.

Minho slammed the file onto the table, the sound echoing through the room like a challenge. He sat down, his eyes locked on Mr. Han, his face a mask of controlled fury. "You didn't have to make such a fuss," Mr. Han said, his voice deceptively calm, but his eyes betrayed a simmering anger.

"I told you before, don't touch anyone that belongs to me," Minho growled, his voice low and menacing. Mr. Han's gaze narrowed, his lips curling into a sly smile. "Seungmin, is that girl really important to you, or are you just doing this out of pity?" he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement.

Minho's eyes flashed with anger, his face twisted in a snarl. "That's none of your business," he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Han leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a knowing light. "I'm surprised, Minho. You're eager to leave this gang, but you made a deal with kumarin , the most dangerous mafia in Russia. I know you are hungry for power but You're playing with fire, my friend."

Flashback

Minho stormed into the sleek, black room, his anger palpable as he surveyed the space. The devices and laptops aligned on the wall cast an eerie glow, illuminating the tense faces of his team. They watched him with rapt attention, their eyes wide with concern.

"Sir, we tried to track her," one team member ventured, standing up cautiously, "but her last location was near the apartment. We also tried to locate SIM, but I think they destroyed it since we're not receiving any signals."

Minho's face twisted in rage. "That Jisung bastard! Like father, like son!" he spat, his voice venomous.

"Minho, calm down. We need a proper plan. This situation is sensitive, and your position and power in front of the boss are almost nonexistent." Changbin said in a calm tone, his hands raised in a placating gesture.

Minho's irritation flared, his frustration boiling over. "Don't call him the boss! He's not my boss!" he snarled, his voice low and dangerous.

The room fell silent, the tension thick and heavy. Then, after a long pause, Minho spoke again, his voice cold and detached. "Arrange the meeting with kumarin's assistant. Tell him I'm ready to sign an agreement."

Changbin's eyes widened in alarm. "Minho, that's dangerous!" he protested, but Minho's expression remained unyielding.

"Just do what I tell you. No arguments," Minho commanded, his voice dripping with ice.

Present

Minho's laughter was like a crack of ice, cold and mirthless, sending shivers down the spine. His eyes flashed with anger, and his voice dripped with venom as he spat out the words, "As if you have left me any other option." His expression twisted in fury, the muscles in his face taut with rage.

Mr. Han's smile faltered, his eyes narrowing as Minho's words struck a nerve. "All of this would have stopped 2 years ago, but you were so greedy," Minho continued, his voice rising in a crescendo of anger. "You couldn't resist the power, the control, the thrill of destroying lives."

Minho's eyes blazed with accusation, his words cutting deep. "And tell me, if not for kumarin's call, you would have already given the order to kill me and Seungmin, wouldn't you? Because of your son's death. Well, if you really cared about him when he was alive, he wouldn't have died at the first place."