UNEDITED !

"Oi!" Felix shouted after his brother in frustration, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?!"

Minho was all but running down the corridor of the large mansion, making a beeline for the common rooms, where the search for his fiancé would undoubtedly be taking place without him. God, this whole situation was a mess and yet Minho still felt un underlying presence of unbalance following him like a shadow.

"To see my dad!"

Felix groaned, running after him.

"Right, and, pray tell, what the fuck are you going to ask him?"

Minho didn't have time to answer him, because the faint chattering of the other mafia members was growing louder. Hearing this, Minho broke out into a full sprint, cutting round the corner sharply, almost skidding into the wall as he did so.

While the simmering anger at his fathers immoral actions by implanting chips into trusted friends, the louder, more selfish voice was screaming that perhaps that could be used to their advantage to find Jisung and Minjun.

But the parasite eating away at Minho's mind also screamed in justice, because children were going missing and being sold under his name- there had to be away to stop that, get them back, and make sure however it conducting that, dies a horrible death. Preferably by his own hands.

Those thoughts only made him quicken his haste, heeled oxford shoes slamming against the thick carpeted floor boards like a beating heart.

Felix's eyes widened at that, and he sped up as well, concern growing in his stomach. "Wait, Minho!" He shouted, but it fell upon deaf ears, as Minho was already running through the other members of the Lee mafia and up the stairs to his dads office. He was vaguely aware of the members calling his attention, or trying to grab him back, but he continued on like a bull for a target.

Minho didn't bother knocking when he finally reached the master office, as he swung the door open, nearly smashing it against a tall burly man on the other side of the door.

That made Minho pause for a moment, eyeing the men suspiciously, the words that were going to erupt from his mouth slowly dissolving back into his throat.

His father had never been one to be flashy, and he always favoured skill over muscle. As far back as Minho could member, his dad had always poked fun at movie villains for being surrounded by huge and strong men in suits; as opposed to more skilled, agile and smaller guards.

And yet, almost every man in his fathers office seemed to come right out of a 90's blockbuster. The usual assassin team nowhere to be seen.

"Minho!" His father said loudly, a smile adorned on his face, stepping away from the desk left askew with papers and iPads, "I was wondering where they had put you. What have you been up to?"

Completely baffled by the bodyguards and his fathers seemingly carefree attitude in such a tense predicament, Minho stepped back, throat closing up.

The sound of the door shutting behind him made him jump.

His father smile stilled at Minho's reaction, eyebrows raising.

"You feeling alright? You're quite skittish." His father asked, taking a step forward again.

At that moment, Minho was reminded of the power dynamic between them. The last few days had depended on his own thoughts and decisions, but this small interaction with his father had humbled him. Reminded him of who was really in charge.

It confused Minho deeply, because this was not the father he was used to.

"What?" He asked, voice betraying him in volume.

His fathers expression dropped, "I asked you if everything was alright."

"Oh..." Minho began, feeling horribly exposed.

There was no one guarding his key points, his back was completely exposed.

However, as if on cue, the door slammed open, this time it did slam against the man stood infront of it, who jerked forward in shock and pain.

The room immediately changed in its demeanour, and the sudden anger that flashed over his father's face shocking Minho.

Something was not right.

"DAMN!" Felix shouted, casually stepping over the writhing man on the floor like they were a speck of a dust, "WOULD I REALLY LIKE SOME ORANGE JUICE RIGHT NOW!"

Minho's father relaxed at the seemingly outlandish action of Felix, the expression of anger disappearing as quickly as it appeared.

But it transferred it's way onto Minho's face as he processed Felix's words, which to anyone else, sounded like nothing but a mundane and childish request for a beverage.

But to the two of them it meant so much more.

"What was that Felix?" Minho's dad asked his adoptive son, a jolly smile back on his face.

"I would really appreciate some orange juice right now." he repeated, stepping up to cover Minho's back with his own.

"I mean...we can get some for you if you'd like." His father chuckled, gesturing to his assistant, who seemed highly uncomfortable and on edge, "But orange juice? You boys are too old for juice."

Orange juice, a code word Felix and he and made up when they were both barely into their double digits- so engrossed in a prolonged game of spies that they had created an entire book of codes. But as soon as Felix said the words, and under this context, years of their childish game rushed to the front of his head, pounding escape.

Orange juice?

= Suspicious.

"You're right..." Felix said casually, humming to himself in question, "Maybe a Casa Noble Crystal Tequila on the rocks? How does that sound Minho?"

Casa Noble Crystal Tequila, "Doesn't sound too bad." Minho replied, not sure if it was too quiet for anyone to hear.

= Don't reveal known intel.

"Now that's something I can get behind!" The man watching them both with hawk eyes laughed with his chest, clapping a hand onto Minho's shoulder. What would have normally been a comforting or familiar gesture felt threatening at that moment, like a reminder to stay in place.

On the rocks...

"How's you say we hit a pub?" Felix continued, turning to Minho.

= Need to leave immediately.

"If I'm being honest," Minho groaned, trying his best to act along, "After all this I do think I need some rounds of tequila."

"I don't see why not, it's the least bit of relaxation I can offer you. Just don't over do it." his father replied in fake-stern, a teasing grin on his face.

Then, with a sudden act of compassion, Minho's father leaned in, face dangerously close to the others,

Minho gulped.

"Don't worry son, we'll find Han Jisung, no matter what."

Minho nodded, not trusting his voice.

He then turned away shakily, gently giving Felix a push with his shoulders, not looking anywhere but to the door of the office.

In such a short period of time, with no clear answers on why everything had suddenly turned around completely; Minho was sure of one thing and one thing only-

Not if I find him first.

-

"Keep that gremlin away from my computers!"

Woojin shouted, rushing towards Changbin and Minjun who were intensely watching an episode of peppa pig on one of the hackers many monitors. Eyes darting back and forth across the screen far too seriously for a cartoon with talking animals.

Woojin quickly shut the computer monitor off, resulting in both Changbin and the baby to give him extremely unimpressed expression. Exasperated, and a little offended, Woojin turns to Jisung, who was uncomfortably standing at the entrance of the huge tech room.

After he had agreed to listen to whatever the kidnappers had to say (because in hindsight, what choice did he have), he and Minjun were hustled towards a huge room further in the house. It gave Jisung time to look around, and completely marvel and the size of the mansion.

It was covered in deep red and maroon carpet, but the walls almost seemed gold. Plants and statues adorned every mantle piece and shelf, but it seemed horribly empty. Quiet, the only sound accompanying them as they walked was the sound of footsteps and Minjun's occasional babbles of content or amazement at the huge floor to ceiling windows.

Until they stood infront of a seemingly boring room, the door just a simple storage cupboard perhaps.

However, as soon as Chan opened the door, it opened into a humongous room- filled with to the brim with computers and monitors- as well as busy people dressed in black combat gear.

Jisung felt unsafe immediately, but calm in the sense that Minjun was having a better time than he was.

"Dude, can you tell Changbin to take your baby someplace else and not slobbering all over my tracking equipment."

Before Jisung could tell the overly dramatic man to kindly shut the fuck up, or mention that Minjun wasn't (technically) his son- Chan beat him too it.

"Woojin." He stated, voice low and glare pointed, but Woojin didn't seem phased; but let it go to avoid any more altercations.

Surprisingly it was Seungmin who spoke to Jisung next, who up until now had steered clear of him, "Sorry about him, he's just a little stressed. Minho's being...persistent in his search for you."

Jisung snorted, imaging the pure frenzy and drama that was probably taking place back at Minho's home; resulting in Seungmin to also let out a strained chuckle- however they both died down as soon as they erupted. Replaced with a tense and distrustful aura.

Because Jisung did not trust these people, especially ones that had betrayed Minho. If Seungmin had done so, what's to say the others haven't as well?

But the more that Jisung pondered on and on about this whole ordeal, watching as Changbin was sneakily trying to turn on the computer again, Minjun playfully giggling in his arms at his comical expression-

Jisung couldn't help but question where he felt safer. Here? Or back with Minho?

That thought was immediately eradicated as soon as it surfaced, because Jisung would never doubt his safety with the man who had given up so much for him in the span of a few days. Absolutely not.

Chan cleared his throat, pulling Jisung out of his head space, attracting the attention of the other 'workers'. One quick scan around him, and Seungmin was gone, moving to his space by the door.

"Right, bring up the file on Lee Minho."

Jisung was suddenly so overwhelmed to see the huge monitor be covered in small digital writing, that he didn't notice Changbin moving out of the room, taking the child with him, until Minjun let out a distressed whine- trying to wiggle out of Changbins grasp and towards Jisung.

"Wait!" He cried out when he saw the baby, moving towards him with open arms like second nature, "Where are you taking him?"

Changbin seemed stunned at Jisung's scared tone, but eyes softened once his eyes met Jisung's own.

He must have understood, that Jisung had nearly lost everything, so even the mere thought of losing something else, terrified him deeply.

"The nursery is the safest place for him." Changbin said slowly.

Jisung was taken aback, and only then did he notice the entire room watching them.

"Nursery?" Jisung asked, as if the word was a foreign concept to understand.

Chan stepped forward, laying a hand comfortably on Jisung's shoulder, "It's located about a 5 minute drive from here, out in the garden." He started, "It's a completely different building, and the most secure one on our land."

That really made Jisung feel insignificant, because all of a sudden this place seemed too big to even comprehend. That being said, there was no reason to comprehend why it was so far away from the rest of this place-

The safest place would probably be the furthest from him.

"Can't I just keep him?" He asked quietly, feeling pathetic and selfish. It would be safer, yes, but was it worth sending him away? So far from where Jisung could easily grab him and run for it?

Or if Minho showed up to save them? They were separated! There was no guarantee they would have time to get get him as well.

"I understand how you must be feeling...but," Chan started, a tone, not patronising, but empathetic, that it grabbed Jisung's attention. "...we're going to have to watch and see some things that no child should every witness."

A thousand weights fell on Jisung's chest at that statement.

"What...what are you going to show me?"

Chan stilled his lips into a thin line, looking between Jisung and Minjun, debating whatever it was that he needed to desperately to show Jisung.

"I'll summarise but...we have reason to believe that Minho is being framed for some...really bad stuff. Stuff that's been going on for years, and we've just found out who is using his name, but now that we do, we understand the Minho is in a lot of danger."

Jisung blinked, arms dropping to his side, Minjun's whining seemed miles away, "What do you mean he's in danger? From you?"

"No, not from us." Chan quickly cut in, "We're actually his last hope. Because if we don't help him, then no one will. The person who is actually a threat to him is too powerful for anyone else to even think about crossing. But for us..."

He trailed off, a short smile placed back on his lips as he took a quick glance around to the other people, who were watching the situation unfold diligently.

"Let's just say, we're a couple of people who don't care much for our safety, but care a hell of a lot about others."

"You're-" insane is what Jisung would've said if he wasn't convinced of these people's good intentions, but he was convinced. So horribly convinced because things were starting to clear up, the blurry image of the bigger picture slowly becoming clear and in focus.

"The threat..." he mumbled instead, watching Chan's eyes lock onto his own, "The threat is his..."

He didn't need to say it out loud, but from the nod of Chan's head, he knew.

"Oh my god." Jisung whispered, throat dry, "Oh my god- we need to- he's-"

Oh my god.

MISSION FILE:
CHAPTER 14

NOTES:
im baaaack!! and
here, my devoted
mafia minsung stans,
is where things get
real spicy? you follow
where the plot is
right now, right? we
on the same page?

good, next chapter
is in the process of
writing!

*throws you this
chapter and runs to
finish the other one
before my motivation
evaporates*

DATE:
30/04/2020