Jisung didn't mean to anger Minho. He didn't, really.

He'd only been standing awkwardly near the food tables, trying not to make eye contact with any of the absurdly rich and powerful people in this room. Minho had left him with a soft murmur of 'be good' in order to talk with some business partners that were also here. Jisung hadn't meant for the unfamiliar man to approach him, to take his hand from where it was limp at his side and press a kiss to it- he knows he should have pulled back, should have said sorry but excuse me and run off before Minho returned, inserted himself in front of Jisung and shooed the man off with an icy, the exact words he'd said having swum far over Jisung's foggy, anxiety-ridden head. He'd left quickly with an apology to Minho and Minho had turned to Jisung, had barely looked at him, words clipped. "Go to the car. I'll be there in five minutes. We're leaving."