When Jisung finally woke up, he realised he was on a comfortable bed. The lights in the room were incredibly bright and blinding, which only seemed to make the white walls even more noticeable. It didn't feel like a hospital, as there was a huge leather couch and a wide screen TV mounted on the wall, yet judging by his lack of shirt and bandaged arm, he had been treated.

The situations from earlier in the day (if it was even the same day) flashed by in a haze, it didn't even feel like they had happened. But the intense pain from his arm and back reminded him that this very much did happen.

Slowly, he used his good arm to prop up onto his elbow, attempting to raise himself. It hurt to move too quickly but the pain only increased the more he shifted into a sitting position. Eventually, what felt like minutes of moving, he sat up right on the bed, his back against the wooden headboard.

The room was fairly empty, the only other decor being a bedside table with a glass vase, a bouquet of carnations placed in them. Jisung smiled at that, carnations were one of his favourites, which would be placed almost everywhere at the wedding.

His eyes widened at the realisation, "fuck! The wedding!"

He hadn't checked in with everyone to see who would actually be attending, nor has he seen the cooks and the menue officialsed. This was going to be a fucking disaster if he didn't-

"Oh," a deep voice startled him, "I see you're awake, master." They continued, walking into the room with wide steps. Jisung watched them enter, hesitant but also grateful for the company. But after the events of today, he was a little more than startled by anyone approaching him.

Anyone besides-

"Where's Minho?" He asked in a haste, distraught evident on his face. "Where is he?"

The man who had walked in stared at him for a second, before a comforting smile was on his face, "Master Minho is quite alright. I have been asked to assist you until his return."

"But...where has he gone?" He asked again, noticing how his question was being avoided.

"I-" he man hesitated, stepping towards the bed to grab the jug of water on the bedside table, "I can not tell you, sir. Would you like some water?"

"Why?" Jisung replied, "who are you? Where the fuck am I?"

Noticing the discomfort and growing apprehension in the room, the man took a step back- jug of water still in hand. He smiled again, and Jisung noticed the skin pigments dotting his face. "I'm Lee Felix, master Minho's most trusted friend. You are currently in our masters safe house in Busan."

"Busan? But- we were in Seoul-"

"It has been a few hours since the incident sir," Felix quickly added, "it is currently 2 in the morning. Master Minho will be returning shortly. Water?" He asked again.

Stunned at the infomation he was given, Jisung nodded slightly. The man was satisfied with the answer and hastily grabbed a glass from the many placed in the cabinet, pouring steadily.

"Sadly, I've been told not to give you any alcohol." He muttered quietly, passing the glass to Jisung, making sure he had a steady grip.

That made Jisung smile, thankfully taking the water. However he held it in his hands for a second, pondering something in his head. Felix noticed.

"Sir? Is something the matter?" He asked concerned, unsure of what had upset the injured man.

Jisung looked Felix in the eyes, "tell me the password."

There was a silence, and then the freckled man smiled. "You do not trust my words, sir?"

Jisung was flustered by that, "not at all! Well...slightly? Minho said..."

The first time they went out to dinner a couple nights before, the conversation had flowed nicely. They were both enjoying dinner and eachothers company, when Minho's mood suddenly shifted.

"Jisung," he has said in a low tone, "later on you'll meet people. Some of them are my people, some of them claim to be. But I'm telling you now-"

"Don't trust anyone with your life, unless they know the password?" Felix asked amusedly, bringing Jisung out of his memory, "that's what he told you wasn't it?"

Jisung only cocked his head to the side, unsure on how to answer. Was this a trick question?

"No matter!" Felix sighed, "he told me the same thing when we met all those years ago, I have no problem telling you the password-" he added, moving into Minho's space. Leaning down slightly, he whispered the three words which Minho had told him as they shared a glass of wine.

Feeling a lot calmer than before, Jisung sighed and tried to relax, only to wince at the pain that shot up his arm.

Felix gazed at him, "perhaps master would prefer to lie down?"

"Perhaps I would rather prefer to have a glass of wine?" Jisung shot back with a hopeful smile, watching how Felix grinned at that.

"Perhaps your soon to be husband would kill me if I offer you wine while injured. Not to mention your wedding less than 9 hours away."

That made Jisungs head throb, not in disgust, but more in fatigue. After 2 near death experiences, he didn't seem fit for a wedding. In all honestly he would prefer to sleep for the next 2 weeks and eat cake and cake only.

Not to mention his anxiety sky rocketing since his soon to be groom had gone awol, leaving him in the care of others.

"Felix," he asked instead, "tell me where Minho has gone to?"

Felix frowned at that, "sir I can't-"

"You can't tell me yes yes," Jisung said, waving his good arm in the air, "however what you say in this room never has to leave this room, don't you agree?"

Jisung watched in amusement as Felix's eyes shone in mischief, smirking at him from where he stood by the foot of the bed. In only a few seconds of conversation, Jisung had concluded that Felix wasn't exactly a rule follower per say, and the teasing of his smile agreed so.

"Well master, you didn't here this from me," he finally said, smile falling into a slight grimace, "but it appears your dear fiancè has gone with a team to find the perpetrator who caused your injuries."

Jisungs blood quite literally ran cold, dread washing over him in a wave. And from the way Felix quickly averted eye contact, he concluded something hadn't gone quite right.

MISSION FILE;
CHAPTER 6

NOTES;
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PASSWORD;
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DATE;
160118