JISUNG'S POV:
I must have done something heroic in my past life to keep being able to see Minho's veins pop out when he's angry. He looks at me, eyeing the bruise forming on my cheek from the punch earlier.
"Where is everyone else? Why are you the only one here?" I whisper to him. He pays no attention to my words and looks straight ahead at the attackers, a fire of adrenaline ignited in his eyes. He exhales sharply and glares at them.
"How dare you lay a fucking finger on him?" he says roughly, running to the guy closest to him. He kicks him real hard in the nuts and I could only hope that his future generation was still safe. Something about Minho kicking someone's ass for me made me feel things, things which are totally not appropriate to be thinking of WHEN I HAVE TO ACTUALLY GO AND HELP HIM???
I get up from the chair, screaming and charging headfirst at the other guy, ramming him into a large plant. I clearly have no knowledge of self defense, but you learn through experiences, isn't it?
Minho pulls off some really cool professional looking moves and I begin to regret not taking taekwondo classes in my childhood. I was getting beaten up to a pulp instead. Amazing.
Once he's done with the first guy with a few bruises, he moves on to the bigger guy. In that time, I try to think of something I could do to help.
I notice Jeno's half eaten shawarma on his desk and an idea pops into my head. I begin to search around his place because I knew for a fact that a little bag containing pickled vegetables came with his food. I turn to see how things were going with Minho and I see him give me a look in between as if to say, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING JISUNG???"
I find the bag and make a dash for the big guy from behind, fumbling with the cover to untie it. I notice that he brought out a pocket knife from the side, hidden from Minho's view. I shout at him to duck before the blade hits him but he processes it a second too late and it grazes the skin on his arms.
"BITCH!" I yell, emptying the pickled contents onto the guys face and rubbing his eyes with it. He screams in agony. I'm aware of how morbid that sounds, but I had no other option, okay?
Minho looks at me, somewhere in between impressed and concerned about how I just thought of that. I really owed Jeno for that one. He shakes his head and tells me to find something to tie these guys up with. I remember ropes being one of the props for an older photoshoot set, so I rush to the green room to find it.
Once I get hold of the ropes, I pass it to him. He ties them up together, right on time for the police to arrive. They take over the scene after thanking us and a few officers escort us downstairs.
"OH MY GOD, JISUNG! MY POOR BABY!" Chan runs towards me, wrapping his arms around me in a suffocating but warm hug.
"Shh, don't call me that in public! It's embarrassing!" I whisper yell into his ears, noticing Minho chuckling from the side. I excuse myself and direct him to a secluded corner of the building where not many people were standing.
"Are you okay? I swear those bastards deserved-" Minho starts, but I cut him off with a kiss on his cheek. I couldn't help it. He looks at me with wide eyes.
"Thank you," I say. "For saving me. I'd probably in an ambulance right now if you didn't come in."
Alright, alright, I'll admit it. I've fallen for Minho, and I've fallen hard.
"Your arm..." I point at his bleeding arm.
He suddenly engulfs me in a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay," he says, voice shaking. I didn't know he was that worried. I wrap my arms around him, patting his back and whispering soothing words in an effort to calm him down.
"You did great, okay? I don't know what I would've done without you."
FELIX' POV:
"You're aware that you don't need an ambulance for a single punch, right?" I say to Hyunjin, who was sitting next to me inside the white vehicle.
"You call it a single punch, yet you were doubled over the ground as if someone stabbed you," he teases me, ruffling my hair. My stomach gurgles right then, not letting me decide if it was because of the butterflies I felt from his gesture or if I was just hungry.
"Do you want to get something to eat? You must be hungry, right?" He suggests. I nod, eager for a change of environment from the police cars and the chaos. From the corner of my eye, I notice Minho and Jisung embracing each other. My lips tug up into a smile, knowing that Jisung was most definitely happy with him.
"You know what? I think I'd like a drink instead," I say as Hyunjin speeds through the traffic. He nods. I need a drink or two to loosen up a bit from today's events.
"We're here," he says, stepping out of the vintage convertible. We were currently standing in the basement of a really fancy hotel, attached with a low key pub in the ground and basement levels. We make our way inside, Hyunjin holding my hands to guide me. The stench of alcohol immediately hits my nose and I'm met with a lot of foreign men drinking and chatting around me.
"This is where most of the foreigners come to drink, so I think we'll be free from unwanted nosy media. What'll you have?" Hyunjin asks, leaning over the countertop of the bar.
After a few drinks, I start to feel slightly woozy. I notice Hyunjin giggling to himself about Mickey Mouse shaped biscuits from the side, so I could tell he was somewhere in the same place I was.
"You," I drawl, both hands falling onto his chest. "Damn, that's hard," I whisper to myself, hoping he wouldn't hear. "Hm?" He asks, listening attentively.
"Do you know? How crazy I am for you? How you manage to make my heart skip a beat every time I see you? How I become happy just thinking about you?" I say to him, faces inches apart. His expression slowly falls with each sentence.
I let out a dry chuckle, no humour in it. "But what's the point? I'm just a fan to you."
"Said who?" He responds, not breaking eye contact. I look at him, surprised by his words. "I don't think I can hold back anymore."
He closes the space between us, connecting our lips in a kiss. All the walls of self control turn into dust the second we touch, a feeling of pure bliss I hadn't felt before engulfing my body. Things get heated in no time as he pulls me down on his lap so that I was straddling him while we made out. I moan as his tongue finds its way inside my mouth.
"Should we take this somewhere else?" He suggests, heavily breathing between sloppy kisses.
JISUNG'S POV:
"It's time, Jisung," the voice sounds through the speaker of my phone. I groan.
"To wake up? Not yet," I speak groggily into the device, having no idea who I was talking to so early in the morning in my state of sleepiness.
"No dumbass! We're releasing Ryujin's solo debut news, and that you're the producer for the album. Don't tell me you didn't see the articles?" Only then do I realize I'm talking to Jeongin.
"What articles? I was busy getting beaten up last night," I say, stretching my sore muscles.
"...Not going to question that. Anyways, the gist of it is that someone edited pictures of you and Ryu at the mall without me and the guards and people think she's dating a trainee. It's really messy, and we were supposed to announce it this week anyways so we'll go with it?"
"Huh? Yeah sure, whatever," I respond, not paying much attention what he said. It can't have been that important anyways, right? I check my messages, noticing that Minho left me one after I had gone to sleep.
mean hoe :P
Just went to the er to get my arm checked and they said to give it some rest
So I'm not coming tomorrow so you'll have to drive yourself to work :/
Seungmin is with me so it's okay
Take care :)
The last message got me blushing for no reason, but then I remember that I was the reason he injured his arm and start feeling like shit again. I make a mental note to drop by at his place after work. Since I was up already, I decide to get ready for work. They had the entire place secured and cleaned up overnight so it was okay for us to be back there.
*
"Uhh, try the left side drawer. It must be there if my memory is right," Minho directs me through his work space as I try to find his laptop to get some pictures for this month's editorial. Instead of a laptop though, I find what appears to be a sketchbook inside. I flip through the pages, awe struck by the precision and detailing. Something about it felt familiar.
"Wait...is this...me?" I ask, something finally clicking in my head.
"Huh?- WAIT NO KEEP THAT BACK!" Minho replies in a state of panic, and I hear cackling from the side. The camera moves shakily, panning to Seungmin who was driving. They were out to grab some medicines.
"I knew you were down bad, but not this bad!"
"Shut up!"
"Anyways, I got the laptop. Where is this file?" He sighs in relief at me changing the topic. "Don't think we're not talking about this later," I add, much to his dismay.
He tells me the password and I log in, but random tabs begin to open up. "Uh...Minho? Your laptop's glitching. It's opening random pictures and videos," I say, just as a video pops up.
"Okay, we're making beef Wellington today!" It was a video of Minho in the kitchen. When I look back at my phone though, I notice that he's frozen in real panic.
"Seungmin, turn the fucking car."