Minsons, Minho

Morning. Minho's office.

Jisung woke up determined to make this day special. Minho was away on business, so Jisung decided to surprise him: he made lunch and dressed him in a shirt Minho liked.

He opened the office door slightly—and froze. Minho was sitting in a chair, and his "business partner" was straightening his tie and laughing. And Minho was looking at her with that warm, fox-like smile that belonged only to Jisung.

Jisung quietly closed the door and walked toward the elevator. He didn't see Minho abruptly pull away from the woman and say coldly, "Do that again, and you'll have no contract." Jisung placed the container on the reception chair and left.

The elevator stung his eyes. "It's business. He loves me," Jisung told himself. But a chill grew inside.

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Evening. Apartment.

Jisung sat on the couch in the dark, hugging his knees. The container remained untouched.

Minho came in and turned on the light.

"What are you doing in the dark?" he asked, reaching for his forehead.

Jisung pulled away and silently walked into the bedroom. Minho followed him.

Jisung started throwing things into the bag. Calmly. No hysteria.

“What’s going on?” Minho’s voice became firmer.

"Nothing. You have meetings. Partners. Contracts," Jisung replied bitterly and headed for the door.

Minho grabbed his wrist, turning him around. Tears welled up in Jisung's eyes.

"Baby, you're not going anywhere," Minho's voice was hoarse. He pressed Jisung's back against the door. "You're not leaving until we talk."