Jisung rubbed his eyes tired. It had gotten damn late again. As so often when they were about to make a comeback.

Chan was a very meticulous person and insisted that every tone sat, every step, every choreography and all three of them had the process perfectly from beginning to end.

Especially for Jisung who most likely forget his text or choreography, a challenge.

And in such moments Chan could just become scary.

If you didn't know him, you might have thought he was too perfectionist, harsh and demanding. But Jisung knew what Chan really was like.

His leader was the most loving, caring person (apart from his fiancé, of course) Jisung knew.

And he knew how far Chan would go to protect those he loved. The older one had proven this often enough. Not only did he try everything he could to make him and Changbin happy, he had also stood in front of them often enough protectively.

Especially Jisung, who did not get along very well in public among many people, often felt how much Chan was worried about him and how cautious he was that Jisung was doing well and that such situations did not overwhelm him.

Most of the time he ran between Chan and Changbin when they went somewhere, additionally secured by bodyguards of course, but Jisung was sure that no one would get close to him even without the bodyguards.

As the baby of the trio, he was often treated by the two older ones as the youngest. And even if he often pretended that this would bother him, he felt safer because both paid special attention to him. This was the only way he was able to participate in fan meetings at all. The security Chan and Changbin gave him was really helpful.

Not to forget that Minho was inconspicuous at such events near him whenever he had time.

His fiancé was even more protective in this and even more considerate that no one came too close to him.

Not least, of course, through his job. He had already seen too much what could happen.

"Chan, don't we want to end up for today? I am really tired and would prefer to sleep in my bed."

Chan looked up tired from his laptop. He was just trying to get an overview of the upcoming dates.

The next few weeks would be very exhausting. Of course, it gave them the strength to see their fans and it felt good and gathered happiness, but so many appointments stuffed into such a small period of time were just exhausting. Not to mention that they would probably get even less sleep than they already do now.

"Yes, go home to Minho. Maybe he will see me again in a better light."

Laughing, Jisung took the older one in his arms. It was the first thing to tell him about Minho's threat this morning. Of course, in the hope that Chan would let him home. His plan had worked.

"Don't take too long. And don't fall asleep at the desk again. That's not good for your back, old man."

He ran out of the studio to escape Chan's fist, whom the elder had playfully lifted after Jisung's last sentence.

"See you tomorrow, you boring oldies," he shouted before the studio door closed.

His car was already ready in front of the building. He ran there and got into the car.

He was surprised to find that none of the drivers he knew were behind the wheel.

The man turned to him with a smile.

"Good evening. I'm on duty tonight because your driver got sick. I'm new to the company."

"Oh okay," he leaned back to somewhat calmed down, put on his headphones and closed his eyes.

A few moments later, a rag was pushed into his face from behind, he inhaled a sweet smell and before he could defend himself, he turned black in front of his eyes.

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