Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟏𝟑. 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

"What is this......?"

Minho spoke as he looked at Jisung who held a napkin to his nose, tainted red.

He removes the cloth to speak briefly before damping the cloth red again.

"It was some random guy in the washroom, drunk. He punched me in the face cause of some dare?"

Changbin snickers trying not to hide his laughter making Minho glare in his direction.

"Are you okay? Can you still continue with the mission?"

"Mhm. Just gimme a second."

Jisung dabs the scarlet away with a harsh swipe on his nose and washes his face.

The three merge back into the crowd smoothly.

Jisung again eyes the VIP room. It was baffling how he'd seen the men with Joseph there.

Yes, he'd pinned on Joseph the moment they stepped into the hall.

But he didn't want the other two to take Joseph's life— he would be the one doing it.

Suddenly he felt a pair of arms circling his waist, another body swaying against his.

"What are you doing? Are you kidding me?!"

Jisung resists the hold as Minho shushes him turning them making Jisung's eyes widen.

He gapes at the scene in front of his eyes, Joseph with two tattooed men was right there.

At the end of the party hall, coming out of the VIP room. He almost shrieks but Minho pulls him closer.

Their chests colliding as their noses bump against each other.

Jisung stops breathing once his attention is diverted all onto Minho.

He looked so good, so attractive as if he was some godly creature.

Minho chuckles giving another tug with a flirty smirk, as Jisung closes his eyes.

"We're too close!"

Minho shrugs nonchalantly, and he rotates to keep check on the men & Joseph.

Hugging the other closer, he tightly clasps his arms around Jisung's waist.

"They're leaving the VIP room, we should follow them,"

"Alright, but where are you two?" Changbin asks.

Jisung cowers when Minho leans against his body, pressing impossibly close.

His body jerks into Minho's when some girls randomly start a dance que behind him.

He holds onto the blonde's muscled arm with a shriek.

"Ugh! When are we getting out--"

His lips are shut when another pair softly latches on them.

Minho smirks in the dirty makeout as his tongue parts through the pink lips, hearing the small noises of begging.

Lightly squeezing Jisung's plump butt, he crawls his deprived hands to the other's hair, tugging harshly.

Jisung squeaks as Minho takes over, deepening the kiss as his body grinds over Jisung's in a light motion.

He lets out muffled moans, trying to break the kiss as his lips are eaten.

The kiss turns sloppy, as their bodies press against each other, heating up their session.

They finally seperate, taking deep breaths, calming their thumping hearts down.

"There you are! Let's go now, " Changbin spoke emerging from the tumultuous crowd.

Jisung huffs, wiping the traces of saliva with the back of his hand, rolling his eyes.

"That was my first fucking kiss!" He whisper-yells while trailing behind Changbin.

Changbin leads them to the VIP Bar where the three gangsters sat, draining alcohol down their systems.

"It's just time we attack, what do you think Minho?"

"Wait for sometime. He looks tense as if he's already aware."

"So....so we just wait?" Jisung tilts his head, thinking this opportunity was too good to waste.

Minho shushes him, placing his index finger on Jisung's swollen lips.

He smirks slightly pushing his finger into the ravenette's mouth.

Jisung clamps down his teeth not allowing any of Minho's tactics to get to him.

"What's up with you two? Come here and keep an eye on him, "

Changbin raises his eyebrows, taunting the two standing across him, doing something he couldn't quite reckon.

"Let's just attack!"

"This isn't child's play, you can't just sneak up on them, not in a club!"

Changbin rubs his forehead, not figuring how the two managed to fight among themselves.

Especially when there was someone else to capture.

He notices how close the two appeared all of a sudden making him feel anxious.

Haejun isn't quite the person he pretends to be...What is he on about?

Changbin brushes the thought away. For now.

"Fine, I just wanted to give my opinion. If you don't want to, dont."

"I'm the boss here. Don't forget that I recruited your sorry ass here."

Jisung rolls his eyes, arms tangling over his chest. He taps his foot eyeing Joseph.

He did seem weirded out, stiff and extremely on guard. As if he'd seen a ghost.

Maybe Jisung should worry more for his secret wouldn't be very safe if the trio catches Joseph alive.

He'd surely spit out all of his secrets.

Secrets that can cost his life. He had to kill Joseph at any cost.

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