Minsons, Minho

First half of the day. Minho's office.

Jisung woke up with a firm intention to make this day special. Minho had been buried in business, so Jisung decided to arrange a surprise: he prepared lunch and dressed in a shirt that Minho liked.

He cracked open the office door—and froze. Minho was sitting in his chair, while a "business partner" was adjusting his tie and laughing. And Minho was looking at her with that warm, fox-like squint of a 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 one more time, and there will be no contract." Jisung placed the container on a chair in the reception area and left.

In the elevator, his eyes stung. "It's business. He loves me," Jisung tried to convince himself. But a coldness grew inside him.

Evening. The apartment.

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

Minho entered and turned on the light.

"Why are you in the dark?" He reached for his forehead.

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

Jisung began throwing things into a bag. Calmly. Without a scene.

"What's going on?" Minho's voice grew firmer.

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

Minho caught his wrist, spinning him around to face him. Tears were standing in Jisung's eyes.

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