♢JACKPOT | Minsung♢

♢12♢

They looked weirdly calm. Minho took a seat at the opposite side of the table, taking in everyone's faces.

"Welcome Mr Lee." The man at the end of the table said. "I'm Bang Chan. But you may call me Chan." He smiled. Minho kept a cold face.

Chan started to introduce themselves. It was a weirdly friendly environment.

"Felix, Changbin, Seungmin, Hyunjin, I.N, and Hwan." Chan pointed to each one as he said their name. Minho nodded at the information.

"You wanted to have a meeting, so what did you want to talk about?" Felix asked.

"Why the fuck are you going after my business?" Minho snarled.

"You're just the next target." Chan answered.

"Why?"

"There's a long list Mr Lee. You just happen to be the next one."

"You're not answering my damn question. Why." Minho was getting more and more annoyed.

"Well that's not information we give out to our targets!"

"I've had to kill a man because of you."

"You act like you don't do that everyday." Felix giggled a bit. Minhos anger kept building up more and more.

"If you try and attack my casino one more time, I'll kill you."

"We have seven, you're one person." Chan smiled.

"That was your warning." Minho stood up. Chan quickly drew his gun, aiming at Minho. Within a second, everyone's guns were drawn.

Minho took time to analyze his chance of getting out alive if he shot. It was basically zero. Seven guns aiming at him was impossible to dodge. So Minho slowly sat back down and put his gun back. The others did the same.

"Well... Mr Lee, I really hope you don't take it personally. We are just doing our jobs." Chan smiled. Minho glared at him.

"Fuck you." Minho snarled. He stood up again, this time no guns were drawn. Minho made his way back to the elevator and thought deeply about what just happened.

How could he prevent this? What are they going to do?

Minho went back home to study their gang farther. The information that Jisung had found was helpful. Minho looked at most of the cases. Usually the strays would just kill off whoever ran it and the next in line. Minho didn't have a next in line.

If killing didn't work, they would simply just burn the place down. Minho sat at his desk in the dark, just the computer screen illuminating his face.

He sat there for hours just trying to think of a plan. His brain was foggy and he couldn't think of anything though. Minho had been working too much lately and it was showing. He was tired and frustrated.

"Minho don't do it! He's your father!"

Fuck.

Minho tried to snap himself out of it. He tried to ignore the voices and continue working. But he couldn't focus anymore as the voices spiraled in his head.

"Son! Please! Look at what you did!"

He heard sobs echoing throughout the room. A pressure building in his head. Minho felt unsteady. Slowly everything started to blur. Until it went black.

***

Minho woke up to a bright light on his eyes. The sun beamed through the windows. Minho looked at the time. 11am. He didn't have the energy to work today. Minho couldn't think straight anyways.

He called Jisung to see if he was busy. But it went to voicemail. It was slightly weird but Jisung was in college after all. Probably a class.

Minho just couldn't put his mind at ease. It was torture. He did anything he could to just relax but nothing worked. His body was tense and his thoughts just didn't stop.

Minho called Jisung a few more times later in the day to still no response. This is when Minho started to get worried. Jisung would usually text at least once in a day but today there was nothing. Great, more worries.

Minho found himself sitting on his couch, continuously calling Jisung. Each time the voicemail played it would just make Minho more agitated.

Why wasn't he just picking up? Did something happen?

*****

A/N: guys I'm so sorry for the wait and this is a hella short chapter.. life has been BUSY and I lost motivation... but still I pushed through for this😰 SORRY!!!