the value of his life | lmh + hjs

Jisung is back at the Yongbok restaurant since the last time he went with Minho. It had only been a one time thing and to say it didn't mean anything in this investigation would be minimizing it. He has grown to know Minho through work to know if he liked a restaurant he'd be obsessing over it every single free chance shot his way. Minho was keen on restaurants, and that day he was very amazed by the food, and for them not to return to it a second time was enough to raise suspicion.

He entered the restaurant, this time, it was much more lively. It must be because it was the weeknd. Jisung sat at the bar just across from the kitchen. He glimpsed quickly ahead of him to know nothing about cooking was expected as strange. He grabbed the menu and merely scanned through it to know what he wanted. It took some time before eventually, one of the staff came to his assistance.

"Hello sir, what can we get for you today?" The man's voice was thick and deep. Minho met his gaze.

"Hello, I'll get the pork ramen," Jisung said.

"Noted. To drink?"

"A soda."

"What kind?"

"What kind do you have?"

The man suddenly leaned in close, eyes intensely locking with Jisung's as his face suddenly scrunched into a scowl. "What do you want?" The man said, more cautious and alert now. Jisung's eyebrows bunched together as he stared at the blonde in complete bewilderment.

"Um...?" He didn't say anything even though he wanted to know what this man meant by that, but exactly what he said hesitated Jisung to give a clear response.

"You heard Yongbok, he wants nothing to do with you anymore so get the fuck out of here," the man said, voice filled with venom and eyes replenished with rage.

Jisung's eyebrows raised, his eyes widening.

Checkmate.

This man just exposed Minho less than a minute after he stepped foot in this restaurant. The best part of this all, Jisung had absolutely nothing to do but take a seat on a chair.

"Lee Minho, that's who you're talking about, correct?" Jisung composedly said. Posture straightened as his eyes filled with interest at the look the man returned to him. The man backed away, confusion wrapped his features. "Han Jisung, pleasure to meet you. I'm not part of the mafia. Or part of whatever scheme Minho has with you. I'm just here to bring him to an end."

"Who are you?" The man asked.

"Like I said, Han Jisung. Who are you?"

"Bangchan. That's the name I go by. Why are you here?" Bangchan asked, more professionally kinder this time.

Jisung held back an eyeroll to his dismissed introduction. "I want to kill Lee Minho. For good," Jisung said.

Bangchan is a frank and explicit human with no simulated personality. He barks out a laugh of amusement. Jisung watches his big mouth raise with full aggravated laughter. He waited until the corner of his lips became one thin line as he crooked his head to the side. The joy in his eyes falters, his smile drops, and his face becomes tight and taunt. "Well, you should've done that the moment you sat across from him," Bangchan said, his entire personality shifting into unfriendliness.

Jisung squinted his gaze, realizing Bangchan was just another two faced person who had no personality. "Well, I'd say the same to you. What'd you do when you saw him?" Jisung provoked.

Bangchan smiled, "I pushed him against the wall."

"I raised my gun to his head," Jisung said.

Bangchan gasped. "No way~ You didn't."