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Fairytale (M/F/A) P1 :: l.mh

Synopsis: You both take a leap of faith and see what this new path takes you. But after something happens, Minho doesn't know if it's the right choice after all.

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k

Genre: Mafia AU. Fluff, some angst, eventual smut in later parts. Established friendship to relationship. Secrets.

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ audience! Violence, mentions of weapons- please don't read if anything related to violence are triggers for you in any way, shape, or form. This little series will not be without some deaths, sadly, I mean, they are mafia after all... Cursing, crying. The usual pet names- baby, jagiya, jagi.

If I forgot anything, please let me know so I can fix it, and more importantly, please ENJOY!

"Hey- are those flowers?"

Minho stopped walking, standing halfway down the hallway from you and slowly glanced down at the bouquet in his hands.

"Yes?" He said slowly, starting to walk closer to you again.

You were standing with one of your slipper clad feet propping your front door open, and raised an eyebrow at his admission, a slight smirk on your lips.

"You got me flowers?" You asked, still smiling as Minho handed them to you. "Is this because of the other day still?"

He met your eyes as you lifted the flowers to your nose, smiling as the mixed scent of the bouquet traveled through the air. The fresh memory of your fight outside a café a few days ago, flashing in his mind. A fight that he’d started.

Minho hesitated for a moment, remembering the cashiers comment of "Whoever's getting these flowers and that wine is one lucky girl." then nodded, "Yeah." Was all he said at first.

"I already forgave you. I know you’ve been stressed out because of work lately. So, you didn't have to get them, you know." You commented softly, still holding them up to your face, glancing at him through your eyelashes for a moment before pushing the door open enough to head inside. "But thank you, they're beautiful."

He nodded, well aware that you weren't looking at him anymore, "Those are your favorites, aren't they?" He asked softly, shutting the front door behind him before he slipped his shoes off. He made sure your back was still to him as his slid of his jacket, before safely tucking his gun into the overnight bag he’d brought with him after he’d set the bag on the floor.

"They are." You replied softly, moving around your kitchen to grab the only vase you owned, trying to hid the blush spreading across your cheeks.

I can't believe he remembered that.

Unbeknownst to you, Minho was also trying to cover the fact that he was blushing as he pulled the snacks and wine from the shopping bag, setting everything on the other counter as you filled the vase with water behind him.

"What else did you get?" You asked next, gently setting the vase- now full of water and the flowers- on top of the bar as you moved to stand next to Minho. You looked down at the snacks, eyes shining as another smile pulled at your face.

Minho had to mentally scream at himself for staring at you too long before he finally looked away. You literally kill people for a living, how is a single woman turning you into a high school kid again?! "Just some snacks for later." He smirked, trying to push his nerves away like Han told him to, "I know how you can't watch anything without snacks."

You laughed, shoving his shoulder a little, "You always eating like half of them too, so I don't wanna hear that shit."

Slowly, his nerves started to melt away as you both found your usual rhythm when you finally started cooking. This wasn't anything new for either of you, after all. The last couple months that you'd known each other, you and Minho had cooked countless meals together- too many to count really. You both had felt so comfortable with each other very quickly, and it made for a lot of time spent together when you both had the time.

That familiarity is what really got Minho to finally calm down completely, his (weirdly) nervous demeanor suddenly forgotten by the wayside as you both joked around, and you giggled at him dancing through the kitchen while his music playing through your Bluetooth speaker on the counter.

It felt normal for both of you- well, what Minho assumed would count as normal. Given his line of work, his version of normal was a little different than most people’s. But neither of you knew the other was both nervous, and perhaps a little excited about the next few days. Minho was spending the entire weekend with you for once; he’d told you that he wasn’t supposed to have anything to do for a few days and so, you’d offered for him to come stay at your apartment for a few days and relax and just enjoy his little vacation from work.

You both spent the next little while, eating and trying to choose something to watch before you eventually gave up, flopping backwards onto the couch and groaning.

"Just pick something. I literally don't even care anymore. Pick and we'll watch it." You said, holding the remote out to Minho without picking you head up.

He took the remote and set it on the coffee table before barely leaning towards your prone figure with a smile, "Why don't we go for a walk instead?" Your head shot up and you just looked at him. "Just a short one, then we'll come back and maybe something will sound interest then."

Really I just want the excuse to enjoy the night with you as if we were a couple and I was a completely normal guy.

You stared at him for a moment, then sighed dramatically as you sat back up, making Minho lean back into his cushion. "Fine. I guess a walk doesn't so too bad.” He grinned, watching you get off the couch. "Let me change into something else first though. I'm not going out in this old and gross shirt." You gestured to yourself.

Minho's face scrunched up, "Why? You look beau- fine. You look fine." He stopped himself, feeling his ears go red as you turned towards the hall.

He couldn't see your face, but you were fighting a losing battle with the blush spreading over your cheeks as you slowly took the first step towards the hall, keeping your back to him. "B-because it's a dirty shirt and I don't wear it out of the house. Just give me just a minute to put a different one on."

He only hummed in return, making sure that you had indeed disappeared behind your bedroom door before dropping his face into his hands and letting out a soft groan. It wasn’t hard to tell that there was something between you two, but Minho was always hesitant to really do anything about it.

"I gotta learn to shut up sometimes." He scolded himself softly, running his hands down his face before he got up and went to pull his shoes on and stealthily grabbing his gun from the bag, laying by the door, before he put it into the back of his pants, and made sure his shirt was covering it.

You came out not even a minute later with a dark blue, oversized shirt on and your camera in hand. "Since it's not too dark yet, I want to take some pictures while we're out." You smiled, pulling your shoes on too.

"Does that include pictures of me?" Minho asked, already sure of your answer.

You just gave him a look, "Doesn't it always?" you asked sarcastically, pulling him out of the apartment with a wide smile on your face.

Minho couldn't really complain though. He knew he was fucked the second he realized how just how deep his feelings for you really went. And so, he was more than happy to indulge in your constant picture taking, especially if it meant you'd smile at him like he was your whole world when you took one you thought was good. And he knew that you never posted them or showed them to anyone, so he was never worried about it.

The hold this woman has on me. She really is turning me into a fucking softie.

The short walk ended up being a lot longer than Minho had planned, and yet, when two hours had gone by and you guys were still walking around a park, enjoying the cool breeze and the peace of each other's company, Minho still couldn't find a reason to complain.

"Oh, Min, don't move!" You grabbed his arm to stop him, pulling the camera up towards your face.

Minho made a show of rolling his eyes but still looked down at you, "Oh, come on, Y/n, I can't possibly look good in that, it's too dark now." He whined unenthusiastically.

You just chuckled softly, shushing him before clicking the little button. "You always look good, Minho. Lack of light doesn't stop that." You’d said without much thought, lowering the camera to look over the preview with a grin. "Besides, the streetlights are giving you this like, ethereal prince look right now and it's perfect."

Minho felt his ears go red as you kept your eyes on the camera screen, he was also thankful it was dark so you wouldn't be able to see the blush on his face even if you did look up at him. "Ethereal prince, huh?" He asked slowly, moving to look down at the screen too.

Your eyes widened slightly as the words registered. You hadn't completely meant to be that honest, but you didn’t think you could really take it back now. "Mhm," You shyly hummed instead, tilting the screen towards him so he could see better. "That's what I said. The light is soft across your features. Totally hides that exhausted look you've got going on." You joked.

Minho gasped in fake hurt, lightly nudging you shoulder with his even as he smiled, leaning closer to look at the picture. "I thought you said I always look good." He teased lightly.

Your heart skipped a beat, your breath hitching when you’d finally looked back up at him. If I leaned towards him just a little more, I'd finally know what his lips felt like on mine.

Minho was still looking at the picture, but when you hadn't said anything back like he'd expected you to, he turned to look at you, almost bumping your nose with his. He hadn’t meant to get this close to you when he was looking at the picture.

He couldn't stop his eyes from roaming your face, landing on your lips for longer than could be considered an accident before he looked back into your eyes, swallowing slowly.

"Y-you do." You whispered finally, remembering that he’d said something, your eyes dropping to his lips then back up a second later.

"You think so?" Minho asked softly.

You barely nodded, feeling yourself lean towards him, "It's infuriating, actually. How good you always look. Even when you’re beat up."

Minho felt like he was going to burst into flames from the way you were looking up at him, but he couldn't bring himself to look, or move, away.

Instead, he leaned closer to you, too, lightly placing his hand on your hip, your shoulder still slightly pressed into his chest from before, as he slowly raised his other hand to your cheek.

Am I really about to do this?

You both thought.

It's now, or never. Minho thought next.

"Y/n?"

You hummed quietly, eyes still locked on his as he finally cupped your cheek completely, your breaths mingling together in the small space left between you.

"I-"

The words were caught in his throat as he stared deeper into your eyes, feeling you lean the rest of the way, and he watched your eyes flutter shut before you tentatively brushed your lips to his.

He stilled as your eyes met again before he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours in earnest, sighing against you when you both relaxed.

He swiped his thumb along your cheek, tilting your head a little to deepen the kiss. His head was spinning.

He had dreamt about this moment, how your lips would feel against his- always wondering if they'd be as soft as they looked. He never pictured himself as the kind of guy to think too much about someone, but you weren’t just someone to him. You haven’t been just someone, since the day you met.

This is better than I dreamed.

Your lips were as soft as he'd thought, the subtle hint of the strawberry chapstick that you'd applied over an hour ago still lingered, making him smile into the kiss.

Slowly, he felt you turn your body until you were almost chest to chest. His heart dropping into his feet the next second, when you pulled away, giggling.

"I'm sorry," You muttered, looking up at him, "Worst time to laugh, I know, but I was like 2 seconds from dropping my camera because of you."

Minho let out a soft sigh, "I thought you were laughing because I was a bad kisser or something." He admitted.

As you safely tucked the camera in your bag, you looked back up at him, a surprised look crossing your features, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you covered you mouth. "Oh, God no! Min, I'm so sorry." You covered you face completely, embarrassment flooding through you as you giggled nervously, "You're not a bad kisser, I promise. I-I liked it. A lot, actually."

Minho chuckled, reaching to pull your hands from your face. A warm feeling spread through his chest when he noticed the pink across your cheeks when you finally looked back at him.

He smiled shyly, as he slowly entwined his fingers with yours, cupping your cheek with the other hand. "Me too." He leaned down slowly, "I uhm actually have a confession to make, Y/n."

Your eyes widened slightly at the way your name seemed to just roll off his tongue like it was the first time he was ever saying it, the blush on your cheeks renewed as you nodded slowly. "Okay."

He nudged your nose with his softly, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours, "I've liked you as more than a friend for a long time.."

"Oh? And you’re just now figuring this out?" You teased, closing your own eyes, the hand he wasn't holding coming up to his chest.

He let out a low, nervous chuckle, "No, I’ve, uhm, I’ve liked you since the day we met.” He admitted softly, letting out a shaky breath.

"Is that why you were acting the way you were, the other day at the café?" You asked, the teasing tone gone from your voice, "Were you jealous?"

He nodded barely, sighing and pulling back to look at you, "I know that's not an excuse for it, but I just- I could tell that that waiter your type and I couldn't help but think that-"

"He wasn't my type." You said quickly, "Min, I don't have a type that literally isn't just you- Lee Minho. In case it wasn't obvious just now, I really like you, too, idiot." You giggled.

Minho scoffed in playful disbelief, a large smile never leaving his face, "Is that supposed to be a term of endearment to you? Because that's just rude."

You threw your head back, letting out a laugh and nodding, "For the two of us, I think it's pretty fitting, honestly."

"Still rude." Minho's hand found your cheek again before he quickly pressed his lips back to yours, letting out a breath through his nose when he felt you grip the front of his shirt.

He let go of your other hand to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him, land listening to you moan softly as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, threading your finger through his hair at the back and tilting your head to deepen the kiss as Minho slid his tongue into your mouth.

"Hey, get a room!" Someone yelled from behind you both.

You broke apart, both turning to look at whoever yelled at you, only to see the guy walking the other way shaking his head.

You and Minho shared a look before you both burst out laughing.

"I kinda forget we were standing in the middle of a park, honestly." You mumbled once you finally sobered up.

Minho grinned teasingly at you, wiggling his eyebrows, "Oh? I made you forget where you were, huh?"

You shoved him, rolling your eyes, "I didn't say that!"

"Except that’s literally what you just said." Minho laughed, wrapping his hand around yours and starting back through the park towards your apartment.

"You make fun of me a lot, for someone who's liked me since we met." You grinned, leaning into his arm.

He glanced down at you, "You make it so easy to make fun of you, Jagiya."

You raised your eyebrow at him, "Oh, I've upgraded to Jagiya, now, huh? Hmm."

He could see the blush rising to your face, even under the dim streetlights. "Would you rather I still just call you Y/n, with no term of endearment?"

You immediately shook your head, looking back up at him. "I like Jagiya."

He chuckled with a nod, "Would you settle for an endearing idiot, every so often too?"

You laughed, "Only if you will too."

"I think that's fair. You're right, it is fitting for us." He smiled.

The rest of the walk back was comfortably quiet again. Your hand fit like a puzzle piece in Minho's and even though his heart was still doing somersaults out of disbelief, he couldn't wipe the smile off his lips.

Every so often, he'd glance down at you and see a soft smile gracing your lips, and he'd give your hand a soft squeeze every time after he'd look away, checking your surroundings as you continued back to your apartment.

You only dropped each other's hands once you’d stepped back into your apartment.

"Wait," Minho said softly, moving to grab your hand again, before you could walk too far away from him in the entryway.

You let him tug you back into his chest with a smile, "What?"

He smiled, "I wanted another kiss."

You let out a soft sigh, leaning into his hold, "You could’ve just kissed me then." You teased him.

After a few soft pecks, he looked back down at you, "Do I still have to sleep in the spare room?"

You rolled your eyes, shoving away from him and making him laugh. "No, you don't have to still sleep in the spare room." You spun back around, pointing at him as you grinned playfully, "You better keep your hands to yourself though."

Minho put his hand over his heart, pouting as he looked at you, "I'm hurt you think so lowly of me." He sighed, shaking his head and wiping away a fake tear.

"You're an idiot." You giggled, heading down the hallway towards your room, "Come on, we were out way later than we'd planned. I'm tired and you still need to shower."

He smiled, checking that the door was locked, and quickly picking up his overnight bag, and easily dropping his gun back into it as he followed you down the hall.

Once you’d handed him a towel, he quickly kissed your cheek with a soft 'thanks' before he locked himself in the bathroom to shower as you got ready for bed.

Minho took his time in the shower. He still couldn't fully believe what had happened in the last hour alone. When he first came over tonight, he had been so nervous because even just talking about his feelings with Han during their mission before they got back, had made them that much more real. And he knew the kind of danger he was putting you in, by just admitting he really cared about you.

He had never really planned on telling you how he felt, he'd said as much to Han because of many reasons, all having to do with you getting hurt because of him. He was set on just being in your life as a friend, admiring you from afar as long as you'd let him.

Of course, Minho had no idea that you were currently sitting in the center of your bed, dressed in your favorite pajamas while you took off what little makeup you had on, thinking much of the same thing.

If you were being honest, you never believed yourself to be dating material. Too many things had happened in your life, and it had made you believe that you were better off without someone. So, you'd stuck to the occasional hookups- thinking it'd be better in the long run. It was lonely, sure, but better, you always thought.

But, when it came to Minho, you genuinely thought that you both would only ever be friends, even after you guys had gone on a single date a week after you met- there was clearly chemistry, but you both had never really brought it up again after that night, almost content to just be friends, and so you never went on another date together again.

Hoping for more between you was, to you, a waste of time and only hurt you because, "Nothing good could come out of someone being with me." You couldn't change how you saw yourself- even when you knew that it wasn’t your fault you saw things the way you did, but still, you didn't want to hurt yourself by thinking anything else could be possible.

"You look like you're thinking pretty hard."

Minho's soft voice startled you out of an old memory as he sat down on the bed beside you.

You just smiled a little, "I guess I was just lost in thought." you mumbled softly, leaning over enough to throw the makeup covered cotton rounds in the small trash can near your bedside table, before he gently pulled you into his chest.

Minho just nodded, looking down at you with a gentle smile of his own. "About anything in particular?"

You looked back at him, "Not really, just us."

He nodded once, raising an eyebrow. "What about us?" He asked slowly, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"Just memories." You reassured him, tentatively lacing your fingers with his, "Like when we first met and how fucking insane I was to invite a complete stranger into my apartment. Especially one that was bruised up to hell, like you were."

Minho smiled at your intertwined hands before he met your eyes, "Yeah, you were pretty insane. What if I had been a crazy murderer?" He joked.

You leaned to softly kissing his cheek, "What would the odds have been of us both being crazy murderers though?" You giggled.

Minho laughed and nodded as he pulled you closer to his chest before falling backwards to lay down. "I’ve seen you scream in fear at a roach, forgive me if that sounds impossible."

You scoffed, laying your head on his chest, "That fucker came out of nowhere, it’s not my fault it scared me." You grumbled, before you both fell into a soft and short silence for a moment. "You smell really good." You admitted softly, nuzzling into his chest, and closing your eyes as you started to feel tired.

Minho chuckled, "Thanks, I'd hope so since I just showered."

You picked your head up to playfully glare at him, then ultimately pouted, "I can't stand you."

Minho playfully rolled his eyes as he tightened his arm around you, "Yeah? Then I guess it's a good thing we're laying down, huh?"

"I don't want you to sleep in here anymore."

Minho let out a loud laugh, which only made you pout more. "Aw come on, I thought that was a good one."

You shook your head, but Minho could see you trying not to smile before you laid your head back down. "It was dumb." You muttered finally.

"I thought it was funny." He mumbled back, pressing his lips to your forehead. "And I saw you smiling."

"You can't prove that." You challenged him.

He hummed, smirking down at you, "I don't need to, you're still smiling."

You glanced up at him, trying to hide the fact that he was right- you had been smiling the whole time.

"Don't even try to hide it now!" He laughed, "I already saw it!"

You shook your head, but couldn't hold back the laugh once he started laughing again.

Your heart felt full, and your chest warm with how normal it felt. It wasn't awkward or tense as you both laid there, cuddled together in your bed for the first time like this- it just felt right. Like this was how it was always supposed to be.

You laid there for a little longer before you pulled yourself from his hold, quieting his whine with a quick kiss before you told him that you were going to make sure everything was shut and off for the night before you guys finally went to bed.

Minho begrudgingly let you go, watching you disappear through the doorway before he grabbed his phone to keep himself busy for a moment and noticed that Han had texted him while he was taking his shower.

Jisung [11:32 p.m.] You’re not coming back to the mansion at all this weekend, right?

Minho [11:54 p.m.] Hadn’t planned on it. Not unless I’m needed for something. Why?

Jisung [11:54 p.m.] Just double checking. Boss said he might need you for something tomorrow, depending on what Hyun and Lix have for the meeting in the morning when they get back.

Jisung [11:55 p.m.] You gonna tell her finally?

Minho [11:55 p.m.] If he needs me, he knows I’ll be there. Keep me updated though.

Minho looked up from his phone, watching you come back into the room and shut the door. “Ready for bed?” You asked, smiling at him as his phone went off again.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m just talking to one of the guys from work, really quick.”

You smiled as you settling in the bed next to him, “Okay.”

Jisung [11:56 p.m.] Don’t act like you didn’t read my question.

Minho [11:57 p.m.] I read it.

Jisung [11:58 p.m.] So answer it?

Minho [11:59 p.m.] Yes.

Jisung [12:00 a.m.] Have you already told her?!

Minho [12:00 a.m.] I answered your question, can you leave me alone now?

Jisung [12:01 a.m.] Answer that one too then I will!

Minho [12:01 a.m.] Yes, I told her. Yes, we’re together. I’m going to bed now. Freak out on your own.

Minho set his phone back down on the side table, hearing it go off again. Not doubting for a second that Han was absolutely losing it back at the mansion. He let out a tired sigh before he slowly snaked his arm over your hip and tugged your body backwards towards his chest.

“Can I help you?” You giggled, feeling him nuzzle his face into the back of your neck.

“Nah, I’m good.” He replied, smiling widely.

“And you’re holding me hostage, because?”

He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes, “Because I can.”

You giggled again, “Says who?”

“Says me.” He said, tightening his arm around you for a second before he loosened it as he sighed softly, lifting his head up enough to press his lips to your cheek. “Is it really being held hostage if you’re holding my hand, though?” He teased.

You turned enough to look back at him, a smile greeting him when he looked down at you, “Maybe I’m already suffering from Stockholm syndrome.” You joked squeezing his hand gently.

He rolled his eyes, “I haven’t done anything to you for you to suffer from that.”

You giggled again, moving around so you could press your chest into his, “True, I guess I just really like you then, huh?”

He lazily wrapped his arms around you, smiling up at you as you laid on him, “Really?” He hummed, watching you nod, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I really like you too.”

You leaned down, pressing your lips to his, feeling him tighten his arms around you before he reached up to cup your cheek gently, before he pulled away, “I hate to ruin the moment, but I might have to go to work tomorrow.” He frowned, “I’ll know more in the morning though.”

You frowned, too, but nodded softly, laying your head down in the crook of his neck, “If you have to, you have to. Would you come back after you’re done with whatever you need to do?”

He sighed softly, “If I can, yeah.”

You smiled tiredly, gently pressing your lips to the skin of his neck, “You can come over whenever you want to.” You told him softly, feeling tired all of a sudden.

He chuckled quietly, rubbing his hand up and down your back gently, “I’m going to come over all the time, and bug the fuck outta you now.” He joked.

You let out a tired giggle, “Jokes on you, you’ll never bug me.”

“Challenge accepted then.”

You scoffed another small laugh, closing your eyes, “Idiot.”

Minho sighed softly, barely holding back the wide smile on his face, “Your idiot.”

It took a few seconds, before you just quietly hummed back in response and Minho realized that you were quickly falling asleep. He reached for the light switch on the lamp next to him, and a second later, the room was bathed in darkness, “Good night, Jagiya.” He whispered, closing his own eyes and slowly letting sleep pull him under.

The next morning, Minho woke up to the sound of his phone ringing loudly from the side table. He shifted around enough, feeling you moving around next to him a little as he reach for the phone, blinding feeling around the little table by the bed without opening his eyes.

He had enough sense of mind to check the name before he answered the call, “Yes, sir?”

“I need you to come in.” His boss’s voice sounded through the phone.

Minho let out a deep sigh as he sat up enough to lean on his elbow. He tiredly rubbed at his eyes for a moment, “When do you need me?”

A different sigh sounded, the same sigh he was used to hearing all the time. “As soon as possible.” Then a slight pause, “I know I gave you the weekend, and I know you were looking forward to it, but I can’t do what I need to now, without you here. And this isn’t something that can wait a couple of days.”

Minho felt you shift in the bed again, and he quickly glanced over at you, checking that you were still asleep. He watched you for another second as you slowly peeled your eyes open, blinking a few times as you groaned sleepily.

“What’s going on, Min?” You asked, your voice just barely a scratchy whisper- sleep heavy on the words.

“Go back to bed, baby.” He told you softly, sitting up some more.

“I’m sorry, Minho.” His boss’s voice said again.

Minho kept his eyes on you, watching you nod slowly as he got out of the bed.

“Are you coming back?” You asked, snuggling back into the bed.

“I don’t know right now, but I’m going to try to okay?” He answered you, quickly bending down enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead before he grabbed his bag and headed out of the room, making sure the doorway shut behind him.

He turned his attention back to his phone and the man waiting on the other end of the line, “What happened with Felix and Hyunjin?” He asked, moving into the guest bathroom to get dressed.

“I’ll fill you in when you get here, but it’s not good.” He answered, “They’re both okay, a little rough around the edges but they completed the mission.”

Minho hummed in response, “Okay. I’ll be there soon.” There was a long pause, long enough that Minho stopped moving, thinking the call dropped or something, until he heard a slight sniffle, “Boss?”

“I need you to do something for me, because I can’t do it, Minho.”

Minho stilled, staring at himself in the mirror, “What happened, Chan?”

“Just get here. I won’t say it over an unsecure line.” Chan told him.

They both quickly hung up and Minho got dressed and ready to go faster than he’s had to in a long time. He headed back into your room, seeing you fast asleep again and let out a tired, disappointed sigh before he pressed another kiss to your forehead before he left your apartment.

He was briskly walking through the mansion not quite a half hour later, heading for Chan’s office. He passed Hyunjin, IN and Seungmin in the kitchen, barely sparing them a look as he moved, but saw the looks on their faces, and he could see Han and Felix standing outside of Chan’s office, and Minho could tell that Han was trying to comfort Felix, just by the look on his face.

“Hyung,” Han started, seeing Minho coming down the hallway, ”Chan’s-“

“Get out of the way.” Minho said quickly, pushing past both of them and throwing the office door open.

His eyes immediately landed on Chan’s figure behind the desk. He was hunched over, his head in his hands and Minho noticed Chan’s gun sitting on the corner of the desk, and a still from some security footage on his other side, and those were the only two things on the desk. Everything else was on the ground, broken glass, scattered pages and books.

Changbin stood on one side of Chan’s desk, his arms crossed over his chest, with a hard to read expression on his face as he just stared down at the man in the chair. He looked over at Minho and sighed heavily, “I’ll be out in the hall.” He mumbled, moving to leave.

“No.”

Changbin stopped, turning back to look at Chan again. Minho’s eyes were trained on their boss, taking in the set of his jaw, the blood just barely drying on his knuckles as he stood up and looked between the two of them.

“Both of you are staying for this. Minho, shut the door.” Chan told him, leaning on his palms against the desk.

Minho did as he was told, ignoring the looks that Han and Felix gave him as the door closed between them, before he turned back to Chan. “What’s going on, Boss?”

Chan took a deep breath, his shoulder rising and falling with it before he looked up at them. “This is a no questions asked conversation, and task, do you understand?”

Minho glanced at Changbin, and they shared a quick look before Minho nodded at Chan. “Yes, sir.”

Chan looked pointedly at Changbin, waiting for him to give the same answer.

Finally, after another long second, Changbin nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Chan nodded, “Good.” He looked back at Minho, “I’m going to take you to the base and into one of the interrogation rooms. And you’re going to deal with who is in there. I will tell you what the guys brought back on the way there.” He looked at Changbin, “You and IN are going to take everything they brought back this morning, and you’re going to go through it.”

He slowly wrapped his fingers around the butt of his gun, his mouth in a hard line as he clenched his jaw, and walked around the desk. Minho and Changbin followed him out of his office, and down towards the kitchen where the rest of the guys had gathered. Everyone was silent as Chan came into view.

Chan stopped by the kitchen island, staring at all of them. “No one talks about what happened. Not even to each other. If I hear one word about it…” He trailed off, shaking his head, “There’s going to be more than one body with a bullet in their head. Do I make myself clear?”

Very quickly, everyone replied with, “Yes, Boss.” Before Chan looked at Minho again and nodded once, “Change and then meet me in the garage.”

He couldn’t even nod because Chan as already walking away, heading back towards his office, leaving the other 7 boys in a thick silence. Minho glanced at the boys, taking in both Hyunjin and Felix’s face. Both of them had gotten beaten up pretty badly, and Minho could tell that the cut on Felix’s cheek was deep enough that it would probably scar.

After Minho had gotten changed, he waited in the garage for Chan like he was told. After about a minute of waiting, Chan walked passed him and straight into one of the cars, without so much as a word to Minho.

He could tell it was serious from the dead silence that had covered the house since he’d stepped foot inside it that morning, but he was growing more curious as time went on without any explanation as to what had actually happened when Felix and Hyunjin had gotten back.

Minho thought it was also strange that he hadn’t seen, or heard, anything of a certain person, he’d not so affectionately called Chan’s shadow, when he wasn’t elbow deep in business dealings at his office at the company. But Minho didn’t make a sound, as Chan continued driving them towards the base.

“The guys brought back a good amount of useful information.” Chan told him, about halfway to the base, finally. “I wasn’t kidding, when I called you either.” He mumbled.

“About what?” Minho asked, glancing over at him.

Chan kept his eyes on the road, “About needing you to do this, because I can’t.” He said. “Do it quick, and right. Then we’ll clean up and go back to the house for a sit down, and then you can go back to her.”

Minho nodded softly, “You got it, Boss.”

“And I’m sorry for making you leave her.” He glanced over at Minho quickly, “Han told us you guys were together finally.”

Minho rolled his eyes, “Of course he did.”

Minho had expected Chan to huff out a laugh, like he usually would’ve, but there was nothing from the man. His eyes were still glued to the road and his bloody knuckles were a soft pink as he gripped the steering wheel enough for his knuckles to start turning white. “Make sure you know what you’re doing. And that it’s the right decision.” Was all Chan said instead.

Minho was confused at his words, until he looked into the interrogation room that Chan led him to, a few minutes after they got to the base. With a reminder of, “No questions asked. One pull, you know where to put it.” From Chan before the door was opened, Minho realized why he hadn’t seen Chan’s shadow at all that morning, as the door shut behind him.

He didn’t give himself even a moment to think about what he was doing as he raised the gun, his finger on the trigger as a pair of red rimmed eyes met his.

“Minho, please,” The woman cried, pulling at the ties that held her to the chair. “I have no idea what’s going on!”

Chan’s voice filtered through Minho’s mind. “Whatever she tells you, is a lie. I’ll show you everything when we get back to the house. It’s going to be hard, but I don’t have another choice. I won’t let anyone compromise you guys.”

Minho stayed silent. Chan had never lied to him, or any of them, they all trusted him with their lives, just as he did with them. That’s why the crew worked so well, and was able to stay off major radars for as long as it has- because they all work together, and nothing compromises their way of things. Not missions, not people- nothing.

He watched the tears stop, the second the woman realized he wasn’t falling for her act, and she sighed deeply, looking down at her lap for a moment. “You’ve always been harder to fool than Chan.” She said. “I’m not surprised that he sent you to do his dirty work. I guess, I played him a little too well, huh?”

Minho just stared at her, watching her tip her head back enough to get her hair out of her fair, before she let out a smug chuckle, looking back at him. “How upset are the boys?” She asked, tilting her head a little to the side, “Are they heartbroken? Trying to figure out how I could ever do something like this to Chan.”

She grinned, looking up at him, “I bet you’re loving this, right now, aren’t you? Being the one to finally put a bullet in me. You never did like me, did you?”

“No.” Minho told her easily, shaking his head lightly, stepping a little closer to her, “You were always just a little too nosy to be the innocent girl you tried playing.” He frowned, “Always knew you were trouble because you always wanted to know too much.”

Before she could even open her mouth to say some stupid bullshit back to him, Minho pulled the trigger, what would’ve been a deafening answer to the action in the small room, was muffled by the silencer on the tip of the gun. Minho didn’t even blink as he dropped the gun back to his side, turning away from the limp body in front of him and quickly leaving the room.

Once he’d gotten Chan, they were silent as they cleaned up the room, before doing everything they needed to do to get things handled the proper way. After that, Chan drove them back to the mansion and the ride was completely silent, too. Neither of them said anything, about anything. Minho didn’t have words for what happened, nor did he want to ask. He knew that eventually he’d know what happened, and he could deal with the open middle, even as he closed the book on it in his mind.

The sit down was a little longer than Chan had thought it would be, but once everyone was fully aware of what had happened, and how they were going to deal with what she’d done, Minho pulled his phone out and called you.

The line rang a couple times before it went to voicemail and Minho felt himself frown as he hung up the phone, staring down at your contact for a moment before dialing you again. This time it rang twice before you answered.

“Hey, sorry, I was in the shower and just as I was about to answer you, it stopped ringing.” You said quickly, “Is everything okay at work?”

Minho sighed softly, hearing the smile in your voice. “Make sure you know what you’re doing.” Chan’s words popped into his mind again, “Yeah, no, everything’s fine.” He told you quickly, “Look, I’m sorry I had to leave so early this morning. I’ll be back in a bit though, if you still want me to come back.”

“Don’t apologize for having to work, Min.” You said softly, “I get it, it’s okay. But yeah, of course! If you want to come back, you’re welcome to. I’m still free the whole weekend, if you are after you get finished there.”

Minho caught movement in the corner of his eye, and turned to see Chan standing behind him. “Let me just double check, really quick, okay, Jagi?” He said to you, hearing you mutter a quick, ‘okay’, before he pulled his phone away from him a little bit, “Do sure you don’t need me here?” He asked Chan softly.

The man in question just shook his head, “Nah, that was all I needed you for today. If you want to continue your little vacation this weekend, go. Just remember what I told you.” Chan said, clapping him on the shoulder before he turned and walked away again.

Minho didn’t even get the chance to thank him before Chan had disappeared down the hall again. He pulled his phone back towards his mouth, “Alright, Jagi, I’ll be back in a bit. I’ll stop for something to eat, on my way. If you haven’t eaten yet.”

“That sounds great, actually, baby. Thank you.” You said, once again, he could hear the smile in your voice, and part of him wanted to smile back at it, but the other part of him was hesitant to even go back to your place.

If someone could get so close to Chan and for none of them to know who they really were, how did he know if you were going to be any different?

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