Love you dangerously | Minsung

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Minho didn't expect the knock.

When he opened the door and saw Jisung standing there, hood still over his head, face pale and eyes unreadable, he felt like everything stopped.

"You're here," he breathed.

Jisung didn't speak. He walked in without a word, went straight to Minho's bed, sat down, and stared at him. Like he was waiting.

Minho closed the door and leaned against it, chest rising and falling.

"You saw the file."

"I saw a lot of things," Jisung said flatly. "Is it true?"

Minho's throat closed. "Yeah. It's true."

"For how long?" Jisung asked. "How long have you been in that?"

"Years."

"You were just gonna let me keep living in ignorance?"

"I was trying to protect you!" Minho snapped, then immediately softened. "I was trying to keep you safe."

"By lying?"

"I didn't want to lose you."

Jisung stood, crossing the room in two steps, fire in his eyes. "You already did."

Minho flinched.

Jisung's voice broke. "I loved you. I trusted you. And now I don't know what any of that means."

Minho reached for him. "Jisung, please."

But Jisung stepped back. "Tell me the truth. All of it. Right now."

And Minho—heart pounding, scared out of his mind—nodded.

"Okay," he whispered. "You deserve that."

Minho stood in front of Jisung, hands trembling at his sides.

The room felt like it was closing in—Jisung's expression unreadable, too still, too quiet. The silence stretched and twisted between them like a wire on the verge of snapping.

Minho exhaled, voice barely a whisper. "You said you wanted the truth," he started, not looking at Jisung. "So I'm gonna tell you. All of it. Even if it ruins everything."

Jisung's brows furrowed, concern flashing in his eyes. "Minho..."

"I'm not who you think I am," Minho continued, each word heavier than the last. "I'm not just your classmate. Not just your roommate. Not just your boyfriend."

Jisung's heart clenched. "What are you talking about?"

Minho finally looked at him, and it broke Jisung, because there was guilt in those eyes. Guilt and fear.

"I'm part of something dangerous," Minho said. "Me. Chan. Changbin. Hyunjin. We've been doing this for years. Missions. Interrogations. Sometimes worse. We work for someone named Brian. He's the boss. We've never even seen his face, just get texts and voice messages. We're part of a mafia ring that tracks down criminals real dangerous ones."

He watched Jisung's face drain of color.

"I didn't want you involved," Minho continued quickly. "I didn't want you anywhere near it. That's why I lied, avoided questions. That's why I always came home bruised. I wasn't in a fight with classmates. I was hunting people down. For Brian."

Jisung stepped back like the truth physically shoved him.
"Mafia?" he echoed, voice trembling. "You're serious?"

Minho nodded slowly. "I was gonna tell you a million times. But every time I looked at you, I just... couldn't."

Jisung's knees hit the edge of the bed and he sat down without realizing it. "I—Minho, what the hell... You could died."

"I know."

"You lied to me."

"I know that too," Minho whispered. "And I'm sorry. I wanted to protect you from all of this. But it's all I've ever known. And then you came in and suddenly—suddenly I was scared of losing you more than anything else."

Silence. 

Thick. 

Tangled.

Jisung buried his face in his hands, breath shaky. "So all those nights... all those bruises..."

"Were from missions. Or covering someone else's back."

"And Brian... he's your boss?"

"Yeah."

"And none of you have ever met him?"

Minho shook his head. "Never seen his face. He's always hidden."

Jisung stared at him long and hard. A million questions raced through his mind—about his father, about the connections—but everything felt scrambled now.

Minho knelt in front of him, gently pulling Jisung's hands from his face. "I love you. And I know I should've been honest from the start. But now you know everything. No more secrets."

Jisung's eyes shimmered. "Why now?"

"Because I can't take another second lying to you. I'd rather lose everything than watch you walk away again thinking I never cared."

Jisung didn't respond right away. His heart was racing, lungs tight. But slowly, carefully, he leaned in, pressing his forehead to Minho's.

"You idiot," he murmured. "I hate how much I love you."

Minho's breath hitched. "So... you're not gonna break up with me?"

Jisung snorted weakly. "I should. But unfortunately for me, I'm in love with a mafia boy."

Minho gave him a sad grin. "Unfortunately for me, I'm in love with someone too good for this world."

They stayed like that for a while—foreheads touching, breathing in each other's chaos.

But deep down, Jisung couldn't stop the ripple of unease in his gut.

Brian.

Mafia.

And a horrible, horrible feeling that he was getting closer to something he was never meant to find out.