Love you dangerously | Minsung

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08:11 p.m.

Minho was at Chan's room to discuss about the new mission. After a few minutes he went back to his room. He shut the door quietly behind him, the lock clicking into place as he exhaled. He looked tired, his hoodie clung to his frame, damp from sweat, a faint mark on his neck barely hidden by the collar.

"Hey, baby," he smiled gently, walking toward the bed.

But Jisung didn't smile back.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, face pale.

Minho's smile faded. "Ji? You okay?"

Jisung slowly held up his phone, thumb hovering over the paused video. "Is this yours?"

Minho's brows furrowed as he walked closer. Then his heart dropped.

There it was. A moment from the news clip: a bracelet half-buried in the dirt, glinting under police floodlights. The charm unmistakable.

The bracelet Jisung had given him.

The one he promised never to take off.

Silence.

Minho opened his mouth, then closed it.

Jisung stood up, staring at him. "Minho... please don't lie to me."

Minho took a slow breath. "Jisung—"

"Where were you last night?" Jisung cut in. "Where have you been going every night?"

Minho hesitated.

"Don't you dare tell me it's nothing," Jisung snapped. "Because that bracelet? That's yours. I gave it to you. You promised you'd never take it off. And now it's at a crime scene?!"

Minho closed his eyes. "...You weren't supposed to see that."

"See what?" Jisung's voice cracked. "That the guy I'm in love with sneaks out at night and comes back bruised and bloodied and won't tell me anything?"

Minho flinched.

"Are you in trouble?" Jisung whispered. "Is someone hurting you? Are you part of something you can't get out of? Minho, I swear to God, whatever it is, I'll help you—just—please—be honest with me."

Minho looked at him for a long moment.

Then finally, he said quietly, "It's not about someone hurting me."

"...Then what is it?"

Minho stepped forward slowly, until they were just a breath apart. "If I told you the truth... you'd look at me differently."

Jisung blinked, eyes already glassy. "Try me."

Minho'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 out alive."

Minho's jaw clenched.

"I'm scared, Minho," Jisung admitted. "I don't care what it is. I just want to know you're okay. I just want you. All of you."

Minho leaned in and pressed his forehead against Jisung's. "I want you too. More than anything. I just... need you to trust me. Just for a little longer."

Jisung closed his eyes. "I do trust you. But I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend not to notice."

Minho's arms wrapped around him tightly. "I'll fix it. I promise."

Jisung didn't respond.

He just held him back, tighter than ever.

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11:49 p.m.

The rooftop was quiet. Just the hum of distant traffic and the occasional flutter of wind messing with Changbin's hair. He sat on the edge of the concrete ledge, feet dangling over, a lollipop in his mouth like usual.

"Figured you'd show up," he muttered as Minho pushed the door open and stepped into the night.

Minho didn't speak right away. Just walked over, dropped beside him, and stared ahead at the city lights. His jaw was tight, hands buried in his hoodie pocket, that familiar look of a man unraveling beneath cool composure.

Changbin took out the lollipop and raised a brow. "What's up? You look like someone kicked your cats."

Minho let out a low laugh. "Close."

"...Jisung?"

Minho nodded.

"He found out something?" Changbin asked, voice softer now.

"Not everything. But enough to start asking the right questions," Minho mumbled. "He saw the news. The bracelet I lost during the last mission? It was in the damn video. He recognized it."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

Silence.

"I hate lying to him," Minho whispered. "He looked at me like... like he didn't know who I was anymore. I've never seen him that hurt, Binnie."

Changbin exhaled through his nose. "He's a smart kid. You knew it would catch up eventually."

"I know," Minho whispered, voice cracking. "But I thought I had more time."

Changbin glanced sideways. "You love him."

It wasn't a question.

Minho didn't even hesitate. "More than anything."

"Then tell him."

"I can't," Minho said quickly. "You know the rules. You know Brian would—"

"Brian's never even shown his damn face," Changbin interrupted. "He doesn't get to tell you how to live your life."

"It's not just about me," Minho snapped. "If I tell Jisung, he's in danger. He becomes a target. If something happened to him because of me—"

"You'd never forgive yourself," Changbin finished, softer now.

Minho rubbed his hands over his face. "He asked me if I was in trouble. Begged me to be honest. And I just... held him. Told him to trust me."

Changbin was quiet for a beat. Then, "Do you think he will?"

Minho didn't answer at first.

"...I don't know," he whispered. "But I think I'm losing him."

Changbin looked down at the city, the wind tugging at his jacket.

"You're not," he said finally. "Not yet. But if you keep waiting too long... you might."

Minho's chest tightened.

"Jisung's strong," Changbin added. "He could handle the truth. Maybe not all of it at once. But pieces. You don't have to do this alone."

Minho turned his head, eyes meeting Changbin's.

"I just don't know how to start."

Changbin gave him a small smirk. "Start with the truth. One piece at a time. If he loves you, he'll want the real you. Even the dangerous parts."

Minho swallowed hard, gaze dropping back to the city lights.

"...Yeah," he whispered. "I just hope I'm not too late."