Hellhounds || Chanminsung ✔️

5

"I hope you guys realize that won't work forever," I angrily comment as I cook breakfast for myself. It was annoying how I couldn't get mad in the previous moment. The effect of their lips was unbearably relaxing. Damn creatures of lust.

"I don't know, it seems to work great," Chan cockily smirks, coming up behind me to watch me make my eggs.

"Go sit down, asshole. By the way, I'm not going to class today."

"Why's that?" Minho props himself up against the doorframe. "You shouldn't miss any classes."

"I'll just borrow Hyunjin's notes, it's fine. I'm too stressed. I'll just end up..." Oops, I forgot to take my pills again. I smile shyly, not letting them know that. I hate taking them. It makes me feel like there is something wrong with me. I know there is, but I don't like the reminder.

"You'll end up what?"

"Having a heart attack. It doesn't matter. I'm not going. And..." I sigh, turning off the stove. "I have to talk to her today."

"It'll be okay." Chan rubs my sides. He tends to do that a lot. I like it, but it's ticklish.

"Yeah, right." My shoulders slump, negative thoughts hitting me like a truck.

Shut up, pricks.

"What are you guys doing today?" I question, changing the subject.

Just then, a bad feeling rolls itself through my stomach while Chan's hands were on it. I grunt softly, feeling lightheaded for a moment before my vision cleared.

"What the fuck was that?" Chan steps back, tugging my chin toward him so I'd have to look at him.

I frown, "I told you."

"You're still getting that bad feeling? I thought it was because your anxiety was high yesterday and you were having a panic attack."

"You thought wrong. Didn't I tell you guys to go find out what it is?"

"Minho, what did you do?" Chan snaps, his teeth barring.

"Hey," I call, setting a hand on his arm. "Calm down. Minho, what's going on?"

"I didn't do anything!" He defends. Liar.

"Chan, get me his cage key."

"Fine. I lost a game and the bet along with it." He shrugs, seemingly okay with it.

"What did you lose?"

"Just... a few souls. It's nothing, really."

Chan gasps, "Min, no..."

I raise an eyebrow. "What's the matter? Why is that so bad?"

Chan turns to me. "In order to get the souls out, they... they have to beat them out. It's absolute torture."

My eyes widen. I look back to Minho. "Why the fuck would you bet something so dangerous, you idiot! How many did you bet?"

"I-I thought I had a good deal. I was stupid. Too cocky. I'm sorry."

"How many, Lee Minho?" Chan says through his teeth.

"...twenty-one."

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Chan yells, making me jump. "Do you know how fucking dangerous that is? You could be killed! You can't do that. You have to do something else. Anything else. Murder someone for them, for God's sake. You can't handle that many."

"I'll be fine, Chan. They're giving me mercy. They're only going to do seven at a time." Minho rolls his eyes, but Chan and I were both livid.

"Do you even realize the after effects this will have on your body? You'll have to take more souls than ever to get your strength back."

"Yes, I do. I, at least, thought that part out."