Jisung was curled up in bed, scrolling on his phone, when he heard it, the softest creak of the door. He glanced at the time.
12:27 a.m.
Not again.
He sat up. “Minho?”
Minho froze by the door, mid-sneak. “Why are you awake?”
“I have ears, you know,” Jisung said, squinting. “Where the hell are you going this time?”
Minho sighed, his tone clipped. “Just… out. Don’t wait up.”
“Is this like your new thing now? Disappearing in the middle of the night?” Jisung stood, folding his arms.
“I’m not your boyfriend,” Minho said, grabbing a jacket. “You don’t need to know everything.”
“Yeah, well, maybe don’t kiss me like you are,” Jisung muttered under his breath.
Minho paused… but said nothing. Then he left.
---
Meanwhile...
1:04 a.m. – District 9, Building 37
Chan adjusted his gloves, looking way too pretty for someone about to commit a felony. “Who is it this time?”
“Kim Sungjae,” Hyunjin said, pulling up a photo on his tablet. “Trafficking. Drugs, kids, you name it. We got infotmed that he’s moving a batch tonight.”
“Fucker,” Changbin growled, loading his weapon.
Minho rolled his shoulders as he joined them. “Where is he now?”
“East entrance,” Hyunjin said.
---
Inside the warehouse
The smell of gasoline. Rust. Fear.
“Spread out,” Chan ordered through the earpiece.
Minho disappeared into the shadows like a ghost.
Hyunjin followed the blinking light on his tablet. “Target’s on the move.”
Suddenly—
“HEY! WHO THE HELL—”
Bang.
Changbin didn’t hesitate. One down.
Screams echoed as chaos erupted. The gang moved like a deadly machine---silent, efficient.
Minho cornered Sungjae in a side room. The man was trembling, a pathetic excuse of a monster.
“W-Wait— Please! I’ll give you money, ANYTHING—”
Minho tilted his head. “You think this is about money?”
He raised his knife.
“It's about justice.”
Screams. Blood. Silence.
---
3:00 a.m. – back at the dorm
Jisung jolted awake when the door opened again.
Minho slipped in, hoodie soaked, face unreadable.
“You’re back,” Jisung mumbled.
“Didn’t I say not to wait up?”
“You look… tired.”
Minho didn’t reply.
He walked over, stood there for a second… then ruffled Jisung’s hair softly.
“Go back to sleep, Sungie."
The thing Minho didn't know was that Jisung noticed the blood stain.
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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...
