BAAM.
Minho’s fist collided with Jaemin’s face, sharp and brutal. The crack echoed through the room.
Jaemin groaned, spitting blood onto the ground. “Who the fuck are you?!”
“You don’t need to know that, rapist,” Changbin growled, landing a hard blow to Jaemin’s back.
Jaemin was bound—his hands tied and hanging, limp but defiant.
“Ohhh... so she told you?” He chuckled darkly, eyes glinting. “Tch. I told her to keep her pretty little mouth shut. Should’ve killed her that day.”
Another punch. This time to the nose. Minho didn’t hesitate.
“Dude, what the hell? Is she your sister or something?” Jaemin laughed through the blood.
Changbin yanked his hair back. “Do you not have a mother or a sister? Or are you just that fucking empty?”
Jaemin smirked, spitting again. “Chill, man. If you wanted her that bad, you could’ve-”
BANG.
Then again.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The gun didn’t stop until the bullets did.
Silence.
Minho stared at the body. “Fucking asshole. Hope you rot in hell.”
He wiped the blood from his cheek.
“Let’s go,” Hyunjin said quietly.
“What about the body?” Chan asked, glancing at the mess.
“Leave it here,” Minho said flatly.
“I agree with him,” Changbin muttered, stepping over the blood.
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The next morning…
Jisung stirred his cereal lazily, eyes locked on Minho.
“Where did you go last night?”
“Uh… just a little hangout,” Minho said, casually biting into his toast.
“At 12:30 a.m.?” Jisung raised an eyebrow, suspicious.
“It’s more peaceful then,” Minho shrugged, not meeting his gaze.
Jisung narrowed his eyes. “You went to a club, didn’t you?”
“Nope. No clubs. Just me, Chan hyung, Hyunjin… and Changbin.” Minho said it smoothly.
Jisung hummed.
A smirk slowly crept onto Minho’s face. “Wait… are you jealous?”
“WHAT? ME?? Jealous?!” Jisung stood abruptly. “Why the hell would I be jealous?!”
“Ohhh, I dunno,” Minho leaned in, teasing, “maybe because of that moment we had?”
“That was a dare!” Jisung snapped, flustered.
Minho grinned wider. “Well… I can do it again. This time, no dares.”
He stepped forward. Jisung backed up. Again. And again—until his back hit the wall.
Minho was close now. Too close. His breath warm near Jisung’s ear.
“Do you want me to?”
Jisung’s eyes flicked up. “Get off me!” he yelped, lightly pushing him.
Minho pulled back, surprised.
“I have food in my mouth, dumbass,” Jisung mumbled, cheeks pink.
Minho chuckled.
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Love you dangerously | Minsung
FanfictionMinho's hand trembled slightly as he cupped Jisung's cheek. "I want to tell you everything. I swear. But not yet. Just a little more time, baby." "You keep saying that," Jisung whispered. "But every day you come back looking like you barely made it...
