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Hyunjin finished eating his pancakes, being fucked from behind by Changbin, who was gracious enough not to complain about the smacking and irritating sounds of swallowing pancakes.
He even put the boy's plate in the dishwasher for him and then spilled a pink trail onto the counter.
"Good kid..." After the boy licked the kitchen surface clean, Chan took him in his arms and returned to the living room, where the men could finish their conversation in peace.
After a few minutes, Ginny drifted off to his own safe world, so his ears didn't register anything that could hurt him.
"Did you destroy the papers?" Chan knew he didn't need to ask, but he still liked the feeling of having complete control over his affairs.
"Of course... What about Lee? He's not in jail..."
"Our Minho... oh... he's always been a problem... once we get Jeongin out, we'll have to deal with him... where do you think he disappeared to?"
"Felix said there was some guy hanging around him..." Changbin, being a good uncle, knew everything that happened at the club while he was gone. He remembered Lee getting hung up that time... and Felix wasn't shy about telling what he witnessed. "He's a pretty boy..." he winked, his cheeky eyelids nastily.
"That's true... and he doesn't like girls..." Chan rubbed his chin a bit too dramatically. "How much can you find out?" He raised his eyebrows significantly.
"We have our cameras there... we just need someone willing to look through them... the police don't know about them... the official ones, strangely enough, weren't recording anything... I wonder what?" Another ugly smile spread across his face.
„I have nothing to do... except take care of Ginny... get those recordings, will you?”
"You can even browse them while tapping him, Ginny doesn't take up much space..." Changbin pulled out his phone and after a moment began a rather long conversation with someone on the other side. "They'll be there the day after tomorrow..."
***
Endless cuddles on the sofa had become quite a pleasant habit. Jisung, despite his not-so-imposing size, managed to wrap his practiced arms around his beloved body...
"I'll think of something... he can't get away like that... they'll convict him, Minho, you'll see..." Han stroked his increasingly well-nourished back. The boy ate well with him, resting despite everything. He felt calm, cared for... it definitely helped his appetite.
Despite this, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
Minho was afraid, because he definitely had something to...
He remembered those first days when he'd been so determined to not going out into the city and deal drugs, remembered the first time Bang had personally vented his dissatisfaction on him. His heels, bruised by the massive board, hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before. Then came the standard belt lashes to the back, mild electric shocks... Chris had a flair for it... and he definitely enjoyed it.
What could he do to him now? What if it turned out his promising pink business had fallen apart because of him?
He shuddered, thinking again of his parents...
But it had already happened, nothing could be changed.
***
A few days later, when Chan finally found the recording he was looking for, steps were taken at Changbin's charming villa to locate the mysterious brunette crushing Minho's mouth and ass in the toilet.
"Nice..." Chris objectively assessed Han's body, which was definitely attracting attention.
"It's a cop..." Changbin leaned over his boss and uttered these words contemptuously into his ear. "Wait, wait... I even know his name..." Bang was intrigued... Seo knew a lot, but the scale of his acquaintance still embarrassed him. He watched with appreciation as his friend browsed something on his laptop, only to be met with a recording from one of the press conferences. The same one where their mutual good friend, Han, had spoken of his dissatisfaction with his son and his transfer to another department... "Here he is..." Han Jisung, 30, once his daddy's pet. Now he seems to have fallen out of favor, since his old man threw him in the ashes.
"Rules, Changbin..." Bang, despite wanting to immediately bash the brat's head in, had to respect the long-established rules. One hand washed the other... and the immediate families of all participants were to remain safe.
"Our Minho is ours..." Seo was right too. He already had the merciful subcommander's address and was downloading his work schedule. Changbin just smiled broadly... "You're right... Jeongin's leaving tomorrow... he could use some entertainment."
***
A final, quick kiss goodbye, practiced for weeks, separated the lovers and sent the workaholic, who was increasingly disinterested in his work, off to his duty.
Jisung still tried to visit Seungmin; talking with him always boosted his confidence, lifted his spirits, and confirmed his belief that he was doing the right thing.
"How's it going, lovestruck dog?" he greeted him with his usual sarcastic joke and a cup of coffee. He saw his friend blossom, his feelings bursting forth, which was a welcome change after years of watching him lonely and focused solely on work. "What's new in the love nest?"
"Fuck you..." Han took his coffee and smiled one of his brightest smiles, the one that exposed his rather unsightly high gums. "I have no idea who's writing this indictment, but they're a complete slug. This is going to take forever..." Seungmin just shrugged.
"What did you expect... they have a solid back. You can't just move them. Be careful, Jisung, don't talk to anyone, don't ask about anything that's not directly related to your tasks. The walls have ears and the police have bottomless deep pockets. Do what's yours and go home. You don't want to end up here with me, do you?" His voice took on a serious tone. His wife probably still held a grudge against him...
"I think... I'm vigilant... but I have to keep my eyes and ears open. If anything moves in this case, I want to know so I can help him."
"Did they release Bang's last hugger today?" He supposedly didn't say anything except his name, a total lunatic..."
"That whole gang of him are psychos... I think he's probably the most normal of this lot, as normal as that sounds." Jisung simply nodded and left the shop.
The night passed quickly, reports leaving his desk one by one. Around 2 a.m., he exchanged one last message with Minho, wishing him good night and asking if he could buy him something in the morning.
He bought a few essentials.
He entered the house quietly, even though he knew perfectly well that Minho was setting his alarm early to greet him.
It was quiet today, though, so maybe he'd forgotten...
Han unpacked everything in the kitchen, took a quick shower, and tried to wake the sleepyhead with a cool, slightly damp body.
Smiling like any lovesick teenager, he entered the bedroom as quietly as he could.
But Minho wasn't there...
Just like he wasn't in the entire apartment.
He disappeared...