Love you dangerously | Minsung

19

The city was quiet tonight. Too quiet.

Minho leaned against the black SUV parked behind the abandoned warehouse, his leather jacket zipped halfway up, a cigarette lazily balanced between his fingers. His thoughts weren't here. They were back in that dorm room, where Jisung's sleepy smile still haunted his brain.

But this was no time for softness.

"Lee Know," Hyunjin said, walking up beside him, "we ready?"

Minho nodded, snapping back to reality. "SpearB and CB97 already inside?"

"Yeah. Surveillance says they're packing heavy. Dojin's little brother's in there too."

"Tch." Minho clicked his tongue, tossing the cigarette and grinding it beneath his boot. "No loose ends this time. We end this. Quick and clean."

Hyunjin cocked his gun, lips twitching into a grin. "I like the sound of that."

They slipped into the warehouse like shadows. The metallic scent of oil and blood was thick in the air. The flickering lights barely lit the figures in the far corner—three men, seated, arms tied, mouths gagged. A fourth stood over them, barking orders into a phone.

Minho motioned with two fingers.

Silent.

Deadly.

He moved first, gun raised, straight to the back of the fourth man's head. "Drop the phone."

The man froze. "L-Lee Know..."

"That's right." Minho grabbed the phone and smashed it against the ground. "You messed with the wrong crew, Dojin."

Dojin didn't get to respond. A bullet from Chan ended it. Clean. Just like Minho wanted.

They turned to the others. "These three," Minho said coldly, "are the ones who leaked our route last week."

Hyunjin cracked his knuckles. "Let's send a message."

—

2:13 AM

Jisung was wide awake, staring at the empty space beside him.

Minho's bed was cold again.

He sat up slowly, hugging his knees to his chest, heart thudding. He tried not to spiral. Maybe Minho just... had insomnia? Maybe he was studying? But deep down, he knew that was a lie.

This was the third time.

And Minho came back every time with bruised knuckles and that distant look in his eyes. Like he wasn't here. Like part of him was somewhere darker.

The kisses felt real. The laughter, the hugs, the way Minho held him like the world could fall apart and it wouldn't matter if they were together—that all felt real.

So why did he feel like he only knew half the story?

Jisung wiped his face.

He didn't want to be suspicious. He didn't want to be the paranoid boyfriend.

But something was off.

And he'd find out what.

Even if it hurt.