Love you dangerously | Minsung

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Minho had never felt this kind of nerves before.

Not during any mission. Not when he faced off against armed gangs. Not even when he confessed to Jisung.

But now?

Now he was standing in front of the Han estate's massive iron gate, trying not to throw up from sheer anxiety. His palms were sweaty, his heart was racing, and his mind kept replaying Jisung's words from the night before:

"You and my dad didn't talk much... so how about we meet him personally tomorrow? Just the two of you?"

Minho had smiled, nodded like it was no big deal.

But inside? Full-on panic.

What if the man hated him? What if he thought Minho was some punk who didn't deserve his son?
What if he found out?

The front door opened before Minho could spiral too deep, and standing there was a man who could silence a room just by existing.

Han Soohyuk.

He looked calm. Neutral. But his presence was heavy. Intimidating.

"Lee Minho," he said with a slight smile. "Come in."

Minho bowed politely. "Thank you for inviting me, sir."

The interior of the house was just as grand. Every step Minho took echoed slightly, and each painting on the wall looked like it cost more than his entire existence.

They settled into a sleek, dimly lit study. Soohyuk poured tea like it was a ritual. Controlled. Elegant.

"So," he began, "You're the one who stole my son's heart."

Minho choked slightly on his tea.

"I—uh... I guess so."

Soohyuk's lips twitched. Not quite a smile. Not quite anything.

"You love him?"

"With all my heart, sir."

Soohyuk nodded, sipping his tea slowly. "That's good. He needs someone who can protect him. Life... isn't always kind. Especially when you're tied to certain people. Or... organizations."

Minho froze.

That was not a normal dad thing to say.

He cleared his throat, trying not to look rattled. "What do you mean by organizations?"

Soohyuk looked at him with a gaze that felt like it saw straight through all his walls.
Like he knew. Like he knew.

"Just speaking hypothetically," he said calmly. "You'd be surprised how many young people get involved in dangerous work these days. Some out of desperation. Some out of loyalty."

Minho's fingers clenched around the teacup.

He knows. He fucking knows.

But... how?

"I don't really know what you're talking about, sir," Minho said carefully, watching his words.

Soohyuk just smiled, eyes never leaving his.

"Of course."

They sat in tense silence for a moment.

Then, out of nowhere, Soohyuk's expression softened—like he switched off the entire interrogation mode in a blink.

"I trust Jisung. And if he trusts you, then that's enough for me."

Minho exhaled slowly. "I promise I'll take care of him. No matter what."

Soohyuk raised his cup. "That's all I needed to hear."

But even as they drank in silence, Minho couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over.

That Soohyuk knew more than he let on.
And that somewhere—beneath that polished exterior—lay the truth.

The truth that Jisung's father... was Brian.

The real boss.