Broken (MinSung 18+)

Epilogue

A/N: mentions of torture and kidnapping but nothing explicitly described. It's an epilogue- it's kind of rushed, but hopefully in a good way.

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"Is this the first time everyone's going on separate vacations? Or like couple-vacations?" Jisung asked, trying to sit on his suitcase to zip it properly- it was too stuffed, clothes and personal items trying to bulge out of the openings.

"It's the second time we're going on vacation, period." Minho laughed. "And you were there for the first."

"Right, right." The younger bounced down on the suitcase before Minho shook his head and walked over to assist. "When you were all jealous of Hae-Ra and literally lost your shit when I opened the door shirtless. Bun Bun is so territori-"

Minho's smile left his face quickly as he grabbed Jisung's cheeks with his fingers, cupping the underside of the younger's chin with the palm of his hand. "Where you called a man Daddy, got in a fight, threatened to sleep with Hyunjin just to piss off Felix and Chan, let a woman sleep in your room, in your bed, where you changed in front of her and dragged her with you for two days straight." He yanked Jisung's face forward, using his other hand to grip the boy's thigh. 

"I fucking remember." 

Jisung pursed his lips tightly, licking them before letting them part again. "Yeah? You still upset about it? Have some anger you need to get out, Bun Bun? I can roleplay a therapist for a night. I've read a whole WikiHow on anger management, baby. I'm literally a professional." 

Minho sighed and dropped let Jisung's face fall free, only to poke him in the forehead until he fell backwards off of the suitcase, onto the bed. He shook his head again, zipping up the suitcase with ease while mumbling, "Fucking WikiHow?" 

"Get your mind back on track." He finally said aloud, while Jisung rubbed at his forehead and pouted. "We still have a job to do before we fly out, tonight."

"You think I don't know, already? I've been excited about this for... well, like a year and a half."

He was. He was almost as excited for their newest job as he was for the Jeju Island trip with Minho. Almost. 

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"Where the fuck am I?" A common opener for the people that Minho and Jisung brought down to their kill room. They didn't hear it, though. It wasn't quite as important as their current conversation. 

"I don't want to wear this."

"Naekkeo, love, darling. You have to. We have a flight in 6 hours and you are not going to have time to shower. We were already cutting it close by the time we were packing our suitcases. We have-"

"Minho." Jisung said, exasperated. "Those suitcases have clothes. We could have just worn other clothes. I don't want to wear this fucking plastic suit-thing. It's killing the whole vibe. Like, not part of the vibe. The whole vibe." Sounds of plastic moving crunched over the grunts and groans of their newest guest as they wiggled against the metal table. 

It went entirely ignored. 

"Sung, we cannot just change clothes and you know that. We're going to get blood everywhere. A plastic suit and safety goggles are necessary to make sure we can make our flight on time. When we're done, we can just strip them off, and-"

"Oh my god, you're already thinking of stripping me. You're insatiable." Jisung sighed with a smile, shaking his head just slightly. "Fine, we can wear the fucking plastic suits. But you owe me big tonight."