Super Bowl | minsung

7 - 일곱

Finger Lickin' yeah we cookin' up a Super Bowl

In the kitchen, Michelin, irresistible

Jisung woke up to a dull throb in his head, the alcohol from the previous night still being present in his system. He groaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut as if to ward off the light streaming through the curtains. As he sat up in bed, a wave of nausea rolled through him, making him regret how many shots he had downed at the party. Everything was hazy, his memories scattered like pieces of a puzzle. But the ache in his head wasn't the only thing that felt off.

His hand instinctively went to his neck, where he felt something unfamiliar. His fingers traced the delicate chain of a necklace, leading down to a small, intricately designed charm. He frowned, trying to remember where it had come from. Nothing clicked. The more he tugged at the necklace, the more it became evident that it wasn't coming off.

Panic began to set in. He stumbled out of bed, making his way to the kitchen where he downed a glass of water and swallowed a pain reliever, hoping it would clear his foggy mind. As the cool water soothed his throat, fragments of the night before slowly started to return. A flash of a memory—Minho, with that confident, almost predatory smile—appeared in his mind. The necklace... Minho had given it to him. But why? How could he have let that happen?

The realization made Jisung's stomach churn. He needed answers, and there was only one person he trusted enough to help him figure this out.

Grabbing his phone, Jisung quickly texted Seungmin, who, sensing the urgency, agreed to meet him right away. Not long after, Jisung found himself standing at Seungmin's doorstep, his hand nervously clutching the charm hanging around his neck. Seungmin greeted him with a concerned look, ushering him inside before Jisung even had a chance to explain.

"What's going on, Jisung? You look like you've seen a ghost," Seungmin said, closing the door behind them.

Jisung didn't waste time. He lifted the necklace from his collar, letting the small charm dangle in front of Seungmin's eyes. "This," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "This was given to me last night by Minho. But... I can't take it off. It's locked or something, andno matter what I try I can't take it off."

Seungmin's eyes widened as he examined the charm more closely, recognizing the small, engraved kitty that he'd seen only a few times before. "I don't know what this is, but I think Hyunjin might," he said slowly, trying to keep his voice steady. "We should talk to him."

The drive to Hyunjin's house was tense, Jisung's anxiety evident in the small car. When they finally arrived, Hyunjin greeted them with his usual charming smile, though it faltered slightly when he saw the seriousness on Seungmin's and especially Jisung's face.

"What's going on?" Hyunjin asked, ushering them into his living room.

Jisung wasted no time, pulling out the necklace from behind the sweater he was wearing and holding it up. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, hoping for some clarity.

Hyunjin's face paled as soon as his eyes landed on the charm. He blinked, seemingly at a loss for words. "I—I'm sorry, Jisung, but I can't help you with that," he stammered, his usual confidence shaken.

Jisung's heart sank. "What do you mean you can't help me? This necklace is literally locked around my neck, Hyunjin!"

Hyunjin bit his lip, his gaze darting between Jisung and Seungmin. He recognized the symbol immediately—the mark of Minho's claim, something that wasn't just a simple accessory but a binding declaration within their world. He understood the importance of it and the risk of becoming the center of Minho's affections. "I—I need to make a call," he said abruptly, his voice strained. "Seungmin, I'll visit you later, okay, sweets?" He kissed Seungmin on the cheek and hurriedly guided them out the door, leaving Jisung and Seungmin standing outside, more confused than ever.

Hyunjin's hands shook slightly as he dialed Minho's number. The line rang twice before Minho's calm voice answered.

"Hey, are you at your office?" Hyunjin asked, trying to keep his tone light despite the storm of emotions brewing inside him.

"Yeah, why—" But before Minho could finish, Hyunjin ended the call and headed straight for Minho's office building.

When Hyunjin burst through the door of Minho's office, he didn't waste any time. "Are you out of your mind, Minho? Seungmin's best friend, out of all people?!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

Minho didn't flinch at the outburst, simply leaning back in his chair with a slight smirk. "Could you not yell so loud? The whole world doesn't need to hear this" he replied.

Hyunjin slammed the door shut behind him, striding over to Minho's desk with fire in his eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you? Jisung is the sweetest person I know, and you just claim him like he's some sort of trophy?!"

Minho's smirk widened. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Hyunjin. If I see something I want, I make sure it becomes mine. It's as simple as that."

Hyunjin's jaw clenched, his finger pointing accusingly at Minho. "Lee Minho, if you even think of hurting him, I swear—"

Minho's expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained sharp. "I'm not a monster, Hyunjin" he said calmly.

Hyunjin scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, really? Because last I checked, you've killed more people than I can count."

Minho waved his hand dismissively. "Just because I've dealt with a few problems doesn't mean I'm going to hurt my princess."

"Princess? Now you're giving him pet names?" Hyunjin groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Do you even hear yourself?"

"If you've finished your little lecture, you can leave now," Minho said, his tone dismissive. Hyunjin glared at him for a moment longer before storming out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

Minho's smirk faded slightly as he returned to his work. A short while later, the door opened again, this time revealing Bangchan.

"Good morning, Minho," Bangchan greeted him, his tone cheerful as usual.

"Morning, Chan," Minho replied, his voice more subdued.

"Did you succeed?" Bangchan asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Minho leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Is there a day when I, Lee Minho, don't succeed?" he replied, his tone laced with pride.

Bangchan chuckled, shaking his head. "I suppose not. So, what's next?"

Minho's eyes gleamed with determination. "Now, we wait. I've already marked what's mine. It's only a matter of time before he comes to me."

Bangchan nodded, a knowing smile on his face. "Well, let's see how this plays out."

Bangchan's easy smile never faltered, but beneath that exterior lay a mind as twisted and calculating as Minho's. To the outside world, he seemed like the friendly and dependable right-hand man. But behind those kind eyes was someone who understood every dark corner of Minho's plans, someone who reveled in the same twisted games. He was enjoying the thrill of the hunt as much as Minho did.

Minho's gaze drifted back to his work, but his thoughts lingered on Jisung. The necklace was only the beginning. He had no intention of letting Jisung slip away so easily, not when he had finally found something—or rather, someone—worth claiming.

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