Alexa play "Christmas Love" by Stray kids

Minho grabbed his hand, stopping him. "Wait, Jisung."

"I'll help you find Yoon," he said, his voice carrying an emotional undertone. It felt as if a part of Jisung had shattered. "How the hell do you know that? Are you L.K, Minho? You stupid bit-" Minho kept his calm as he watched Jisung rant. Jisung was so confused.

At one point, he faced Felix's wrath; at another, he dealt with Minho's entire existence. This man shouldn't bother him, but he does. His very existence does.

"Jisung, don't act like you came here trusting me completely. Do you think I'm that dumb?" This time, Minho lashed out, his anger getting the better of him.

He knew he shouldn't scream, as it could attract attention. He held Jisung's wrist and dragged him to a secluded part of the park, harshly pinning him against the wall.

"You think I can't get out of here? Seriously, Minho. Who do you think I am?" Jisung scoffed, trying to remove his hand from Minho's grip, but the latter only tightened his hold.

"Jisung, please listen to me. I will help you because I need him gone too. I know everything about you, and I know you're confused, but you need help, and I will give you just that." Minho finished, his grip lightening as his hand moved to Jisung's face, cupping it gently.

"Baby, please," he pleaded again, his voice low, almost whispering in Jisung's ear, causing Jisung's breath to hitch.

Jisung stayed reluctant, his eyes filled with distrust. "Minho, why should I believe you? Why are you even doing this? I don't want to fall into your lies,"

Minho sighed, looking earnestly into Jisung's eyes. "I promise I'll answer all your questions, but we need to find Yoon first. Trust me, just this once."

Jisung hesitated, the tension between them palpable. Finally, he nodded slowly. I mean after all, He didn't wanna face Fekix's anger "Okay, Minho. But I will need answers. I need to know why you're doing any of this."

Minho nodded in agreement, his expression resolute. "You will get your answers, Jisung. I promise."

Jisung nodded, a tentative smile forming on his lips.

Minho took his hand "Let's end our date on a good note", guiding him to a nearby bench with a view of the setting sun. They sat down, the sky awash with hues of orange and pink.

"All of this seems weird to me. Everything is moving so fast I-" Jisung wanted to finish speaking but Minho simply wrapped his hand around Jisung's.

For a while, they sat in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Jisung glanced at Minho, searching his face for answers, but found only a calm determination.

The quiet hum of the evening settling over them as Jisung and Minho leaned against the old, cracked wall of their bench. Their drinks were halfway empty, the tension of the evening fading as conversation filled the still air. 

"So, Han Jisung," Minho began with a slight smirk, "what kind of kid were you? The one who never followed the rules or the one who made sure everyone else did?" 

Jisung laughed softly, shaking his head. "Neither, honestly. I was more... in-between. Not too rebellious, not too obedient. I guess I was just trying to figure things out, you know? What about you?" 

Minho tilted his head, considering. "I think I’ve always been the type to break rules, but I had my reasons. I wasn’t trying to be a troublemaker—well, not always. I just didn’t like being told what to do." 

"That checks out," Jisung teased. "Let me guess, you were the kid climbing fences, sneaking into places you weren’t supposed to be?" 

Minho grinned. "You’ve got me pegged. But what about you? Don’t tell me you were boring." 

Jisung smirked. "I wasn’t boring. I liked to make people laugh...still do, I guess. But it wasn’t all the very best..." 

"Yeah?" Minho prompted, his tone softening. 

Jisung hesitated, his fingers absently running over the rim of his glass. "I lost my brother when I was younger. He was… everything to me. And then, just like that, he was gone." 

Minho’s expression shifted, the smirk slipping into something more genuine. "I’m sorry." 

Jisung shrugged lightly, trying to keep his tone casual. "It’s been a while. But, you know, it stays with you. Some days, it’s just a dull ache. Other days, it’s like I’m back in that moment, losing him all over again." 

Minho didn’t say anything for a moment, letting the quiet stretch between them. Then, he spoke, his voice quieter than usual. "I know what that’s like. Losing someone, I mean." 

Jisung glanced at him, surprised. "Yeah?" 

Minho nodded, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. "You think you get used to it, but then it sneaks up on you. The guilt, the ‘what ifs.’ It’s a cruel game your mind plays." 

"Exactly," Jisung said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Minho looked at him then, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence...it was heavy but shared, like they both understood something words couldn’t fully capture. 

"Life’s a mess," Minho said finally, breaking the stillness. 

"Yeah," Jisung agreed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "But I guess it’s nice not dealing with it alone for once." 

Minho smirked faintly, his tone lightening again. "Careful, you’re going to ruin your tough-guy image." 

Jisung rolled his eyes but smiled. "Oh, please. You’re the one who climbed a fence for fun as a kid. Talk about cliché." 

They laughed, the tension easing as they slipped back into lighthearted banter. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start. 
Jisung nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "So we're both looking for a way out."

"Exactly," Minho said. "And maybe, just maybe, we can help each other."

Jisung felt a flicker of hope. "I'd like that."

As they sat there, the last rays of sunlight casting a golden glow around them, Jisung felt a connection growing between them. It was fragile, tentative, but it was there. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to savor the moment.

"Thank you, Minho," Jisung whispered. "For being here. For understanding and I'd like to tell you that whatever is between us will only be a contract. We need each other for this and after that, it'll all be nothing. "

Minho smiled, his own eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. "Okay. Thank you though. For trusting me."

"So, what's the plan?" Jisung asked, breaking the silence.

Minho looked thoughtful. "First, we find Yoon, I have some leads that can be found but we'll need your police background for that. He's the key to everything, we'll need to find all his weaknesses. Once we have him, we can start unraveling this mess."

"And after that?" Jisung pressed.

Minho shrugged. "You arrest him and then we can be enemies again."

Jisung nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "Okay. I trust you, Minho. But remember, I still need answers. You can't run away after all of this. Just because I'm trusting you right now doesn't mean I will in the future,"

"And you'll get them," Minho assured him. "Every single one."

As the night deepened, they sat there, planning their next move. The stars began to twinkle in the sky, casting a faint light over the park.

Jisung felt a sense of purpose, a feeling that they were on the brink of something important.

"Do you think we'll make it?" Jisung asked softly.

Minho looked at him, his expression resolute. "I do. As long as we stick together, I believe we can overcome anything."

Jisung smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. "Then let's do it. Let's find Yoon and save the boys,"

Minho nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "Let's do it."

From the shadows, a figure watched them intently. Eyes narrowed, lips curled into a smirk. The figure had been following them, waiting for the right moment to strike. As the sun set and darkness crept in, the figure stepped back into the shadows, blending seamlessly with the night.

"How interesting....brother,"