TW: VERY MATURE
THEMES AHEAD.
MENTIONS OF THE
DARK WEB, HUMAN
TRAFFICKING +
PANIC ATTACKS.

"What are you hiding from me?" Felix suddenly said, shaking Minho out of his daze.

It had been almost 24 hours since the clowns had taken Jisung and Minjun, and Minho hasn't slept a wink. He was the last to wake up, and found himself lying on a bed in a private hospital hours away from the venue. To say his exit was dramatic would be an understatement, since he practically had to fight his own bodyguards to let him leave, but after a slightly-terrified doctor confirmed his departure, he was rushed back to the mission sight.

Since this was a personal and highly secretive matter, everyone had chosen to meet at his father's house, and boy was it was hectic. It was a huge house, practically a mansion, hidden away in the mountains surrounded by forests and lakes, only way to it was hike for 3 hours or helicopter. Not expecting much of this normally secluded home, Minho was surprised to see the inside.

People were scrambling around and computers and screens has been set up in almost every room. Everyone was on high alert, looking for any clues or indications to the whereabouts of the missing people.

Amongst all this Minho had been given the worst task.

To wait.

Without any evidence or atleast a lead, there was virtually nothing Minho could be of significance to. Sleep deprived, he could vaguely remember giving any information about the fighting pattern of the clowns (however the gas had fogged up his memories of that event) and he briefly sat through an emergency meeting about their next move.

But it was like he was running on autopilot, unaware of what was actually going on. Therefore he had been ushered to one of the many guest rooms with a coffee and had been lost in thought since early in that morning. It seemed so surreal, like a horribly realistic nightmare. It was unnaturally bizarre how he could lose so much is such little time; especially since he didn't even know why it had taken place- there wasn't even anything he could regret.

Other than regret not being able to protect the one's he loved.

No one had come into the room since he had occupied it, but he preferred it that way. Gave him time to try and grab a hold onto the situation, which only seemed to want to make him cry.

"Felix," he replied, turning towards the open doorway to see the blonde haired man, comforted at the company of his best friend, "Where did you go? Are you okay?"

Felix stared at him in a monotone expression, but anyone else could sense the resentment behind his eyes, "Me and the assassins met up with a dark web human trafficker, to see if there was any sign of Jisung or Minjun."

Minho's eyes stung like venom had suddenly surged through his veins, lungs suffocating in the small and enclosed space of his body. Hesitantly and barely in a whisper he asked, "a-and?"

However after a moment of internal deliberation, instead of answering, Felix stated, "I asked you something before."

The Mafia's son blinked, startled by the sudden change in discussion.

"I asked, What are you hiding from me?" He asked again, this time the anger evident in his dark tone.

Minho's words stopped short in his throat, confused at the pure hatred on Felix's face.

"What?" He asked, but it only seemed to make Felix even angrier. "I don't hide anything from you?"

In one of Felix's hands, he was harshly gripping a thick brown envelope, sealed shut. His hands were shaking, face flushed and hair askew, like he had run over.

"Felix?" He asked, cautiously, mouth going dry, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Why would you do this? I know we aren't the good guys- but you'd stoop this low? For what? Fucking money? Status?" The other suddenly shouted, pointing accusingly at the mafias son.

Minho was even more confused, about to open his mouth to reply and state he had no idea what was going on, before Felix burst out into tears. His sobs hitting the walls of the room and echoing through the corridor of the open room.

Minho froze, suddenly hyper aware of his surroundings. Everything suddenly seemed so much louder, so much clearer but so much more confusing.

Felix hardly cries, in fact, Minho couldn't even remember the last time he had fully sobbed. Not since they were kids, not since Felix's parent had died.

Died protecting Minho.

Shaking off the overwhelming sadness that crashed into him like a wave, Minho shakily walked towards his best friend, arms out to comfort him.

But Felix recoiled, glaring at Minho.

"Don't touch me. After what you've done- I can't- I can't even look at you."

"What did I do?!" Minho asked, offended and confused all at once, "I haven't- You're- for fuck sake Felix I don't have time for this!"

"You- you don't have time? You don't have time to explain to me the reason why your fucking fiancè and a 10 month old baby have probably been fucking kidnapped for?!" Felix shouted back, tears stopping abruptly at his outburst of anger.

Minho stared at Felix, "What- what do you mean? What reason?"

"Stop it! Stop fucking acting like you're the innocent one here! This is all your fault! As soon as you get involved in this business, you make enemies. For all we know Jisung could have been left stranded for dead by one of your customers, and Minjun-" The other paused and choked out another sob, voice going croaky from crying.

Minho's eyes began to water, but more than sadness it was due to an unexplainable sensation of anger that bubbled through his chest, a feeling he had never directed towards Felix. But all of a sudden, from the irrational shouting and the blaming, Minho had never wanted to punch the other in the face more than he did at that moment.

"What the fuck are you saying?! Just tell me! WHAT HAVE I DONE! Where are Jisung and Minjun?" He bellowed, the room falling silent, even Felix sucked in a breath, before he shakily finished with a soft and broken,

"Please, tell me what I did to lose everyone I ever started to love."

Minho stared at the wooden floor, it's lines of colour weaving into one another. The silence that was now weighing thousands rested against his shoulders, pushing him down.

Suddenly, the sound of Felix opening the envelope grabbed his attention, and with tear streaked cheeks he looked up to see the freckled boys blood shot eyes.

"The group we met with laughed at us. Laughed. Who laughs at the Lee mafia?" Felix said, voice hoarse, laughing sarcastically, "They stated we would know if they had taken someone. They said that you would know if someone was missing."

Minho's knees felt weak, "Wha-"

"They said that if anyone was missing, then it would be you who would have taken them. When I- oh god when I heard that I wanted to kill every single one of them, because I know you. I grew up with. You're the only family I have left."

Minho was so overwhelmed with confusion, the tears he had restricted before flowed down his face, sobs trying to break free from mouth.

"But now I realise, I don't know you at all." Felix finished off, before throwing the stack of papers at Minho's feet.

Sheets of paper fluttered across the floor around him, covering the dark brown floor with white.

Uncertainly, Minho bent down to pick one up, heart beating rapidly.

It was a normal sized A4 paper, and at the top was a name in bold. Minho raked through his mind for a name that matched, but nothing. Further down the paper was a small picture, seemingly one from a school ID, the teenagers stripped tie looking familiar to him, their smile pure and innocent. Below the picture was a series of information in bold.

As Minho read on, hands begining to shake, Felix spoke above him, taking steps towards him slowly.

AGE; 16

"I've done a lot for the mafia, I've killed so many people for the benefit of this Mafia. I've risked my life for this mafia."

SEX; MALE

"But I will never, ever, help people like you-"

DESC; brown h, brown e,
young, soft features,
tall, handsome, polite,
listens to instructions well.

"Ruin innocent and unsuspecting lives,"

CODE; 004862

"-and take away someone else's freedoms for the benefit of you."

PRICE; ₩500,000,000

"I've never hurt an innocent person, because you've always been a firm believer in bringing justice to those who need it."

SHIPPED OFF DATE;
17/04/19 02:54

"But this? This is revolting."

BUYER; anonymous 617

"What the fuck...is this?" Minho asked horrified, stomach dropping.

"That's a child that was sold on the black market 2 months ago." Felix stated, standing only a foot away from Minho, "A child you sold."

At the bottom of the page, the Lee Mafia crest proudly adorned the left corner. Four words that stabbed Minho in the gut and left his body to die, exposed and vulnerable.

DISTRIBUTION BY LEE MINHO

Abruptly, the ceiling felt like it had caved in and collapsed on top of Minho. Crushing him under it, leaving no room for a breath of air.

But in reality, it was simply him, unable to let the breath stuck in his throat go.

"Now explain to me!" Felix shouted, voice faint, so very faint. It was so faint, that Minho had to strain himself to hear the others deep voice over the hammering and blood rushing to his ears.

He panted, throat burning from the quick and short intake of breaths. But it was no use, as after he turned to open his windpipe to breath, his body refused and it never made it to his lungs.

"Think about Jisung! The person who loves you. How could you do this to him! He's-"

How could you do this to him.

Oh god, this was all a mistake.

Minho should have never dragged Jisung, a protected and naive business man, into the dark and corrupt world that is his life. People leave, people lie and people die.

His father had said he would be inheriting a company, that there was no need for him to he involved in the mafia, and therefore he should find someone to help him get on his feet. He never wanted to fall in love with Jisung, knowing that every day of his life would he in danger. But Minho was blinded, by excitement and happiness, so blind that even after they were attacked less than a day of knowing eachother, he continued to hope that this would somehow work out.

What a fool he had been.

Minho continued to breath in and out quickly, head spinning and fingertips tingling due to the lack of oxygen. His legs were going to give into his weight, and he would go crashing into the papers of people who had been trafficked under his name.

People he had nothing to do with.

"I-it wasn't..." He gasped out, left arm grabbing his throat unconsciously.

"Me...I didn't- I would...never-"

But he was either too quiet or Felix was deaf in anger, as he continued to shout menacingly, "After my parents died, I had no one. But you- you took one look at that kid who could barely speak your language and decided you would make me your brother, that you would give me a home! So why?! WHY DID YOU TAKE AWAY THIS HELPLESS TEENAGERS LIFE!"

"IT. WASN'T. ME." Minho shouted back, eyes wheezing with every word. His chest was on fire and mouth was so dry, the voice that came out his mouths sounded like a stranger. But he couldn't see clearly, he couldn't even hear over the sound of everything else, but he had to make sure Felix knew that he would never do that.

"PLEASE- I...I'VE BEEN...FRAMED. TRUST ME...I CAN'T...I CAN'T BRE- BREATH!" He stumbled backwards, right arm dropping the paper of the boy and gripping onto the table behind him.

Before he could choke out another plea of innocence, something seemed to click back into place behind Felix's eyes. They were bloodshot and glistening with tears, but softened and instead were replaced with concern.

"Minho!" He stated, closing the space between them, "Minho it's okay."

He didn't touch Minho, but stood over him. The bright and unseeable lights calmed down with his shade, going from overwhelming blotches of white to a monotone palette of black.

"You're okay. I'm sorry. You're okay." Felix said quietly, Minho's head slowly falling onto his shoulder, as he breathed in and out heavily. Felix spelt distantly of sweat and cologne, but the undertone of baby formula against of shoulder made him want to cry more than anything.

His breathing was beginning to return to normal, but he was still struggling to find a rhythm. Now however, he was shamelessly crying into Felix's shoulders, arms coming over to grab him.

"I didn't do it." Minho said again, "I-I don't even know what's going on."

He could feel Felix take a deep breath in, the others arms tightly gripping him, "I'm sorry I- It's just- everything is happening so quickly. Just three days ago we were playing poker at your house, but look at us now. I just-"

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I-" Minho barely said, before another wave of tears erupted from his chest like a tsunami.

"No." Felix said with his chest, the vibration travelling from his heart to Minho's. "Don't apologise- You haven't done anything. I don't know why I assumed, you would never do that. You would never."

Minho took another deep breath in, breathing finally becoming regular and comfortable, "Jisung and Minjun. They're still-"

"We'll find them." Felix tone returned to a deeper, more darker and determined one, but in this case Minho was grateful for it, "No matter what. And We'll find out who's using your name underground."

MISSION FILE;
CHAPTER 12

DATE;
220619

NOTES;
-THREADS you somehow
guessed this before i
even fully thought of
the plot, so if anyone
mad- direct it at them 🥰

but other than that,
WHAT IS HAPPENING??

pfft, ion know dude.
but what i do know is
that han jisung hasn't
been able to showcase
his skills yet, so very
soon, he's coming for
yo ass 😔✌🏾

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