Hellhounds || Chanminsung ✔️

Bonus: The Call From 7

TW: Gore and blood

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Chan's POV:

"I'm on my way." My heart tore in two as I heard the sobbing on the other line. "Jisung, please stay calm. I'll be right back. I love you."

I followed my bond with Minho, searching in the dark to the place where he was at. My fists were clenched at my side, scared of how I would find him.

Sobbing cut through the bond, helping guide me to him. Teleporting wasn't as easy as it looked to be. You had to know where your person was or at least the area. It was almost like falling through a portal, wondering when you were supposed to jump.

My eyes open as soon as I get to him, a breath escaping my lips. I rush forward, watching how broken he looked. Like a fucking doll. He was just their toy, apparently. Easy to break. Fair, too. I wanted to blame them so bad, but it was Minho's fault.

How the hell did he even call me...?

There were signs of the tools they used. Not like a hammer or blowtorch kind of tool, a demon tool. A natural tool, built inside of our bodies because of the greed we had within. We were made to be merciless.

As soon as my hands touched upon his skin, he screamed, high and loud. The sound pierced my ears, wanting them to bleed. Oh, god.

"My universe, it's Channie. It's just Channie. I'm here, baby. I need to set your limbs, okay? Otherwise, you won't be able to move. It will be quick. You'll be okay."

There was a huge pool of blood around him. He looked like he had gotten stepped on, hit, bent, snapped, and anything you could think of. His body was not supposed to be this way.

I felt my bond with Jisung tense, but I couldn't do anything about it. Minho needed me in every way possible. If only I could call him.

I set my hands near his dislocated shoulder, counting for him before snapping it back into place. A weaker scream erupted from him, but it was more groans and grunts.

Fuck, he was crying a river.

"There's one, my love." I leaned down, kissing his shoulder to at least relieve some pressure. The effect of our lips weren't as strong on each other, but I hoped it was enough to help a little.

"Channie, n-no, please, no," he begged, beginning to get used to the pain of being broken. But I needed to snap his bones back into place. I had to.

His legs were next. Kneecap on the other side. Bone cleanly snapped in half. Ankle twisted backwards. He couldn't relive this again. I wouldn't let him. I can't. He can't. We had to do something about this.

I'd never heard him scream or cry so much. With every yell, I went faster with my work. I wanted it to be over with. Never. Never again will I let this happen.

Once they were all set in place, I tried my best to smooth it out. Take away the pain. Make it hurt less. I didn't even know if he could make it back to the apartment. I'd have to do it myself.

When his cries became whispers, I pulled him to my lap, careful with every move. He was dead weight. Couldn't he heal any faster? It looked like he was healing like a human, and that wasn't at all good.

"What's wrong with you?" I begin to cry, rocking him gently in my arms. "I can't believe this is happening."

He said nothing, on the brink of unconsciousness. Tears were slipping down his bloodied cheeks, mixing in with the thick substance. Such a beautiful sight.

"I'm going to clean you up, okay? It'll make you feel better. Then we can get home to Jisung. Does that sound okay?"

A small nod.

I laid him back on the ground, grabbing the bag I got on the way here. Medical supplies. Human ones, but they worked.

It took a bit to clean him up. I didn't want to move him a lot. He ended up falling unconscious for about ten minutes, which made it easier.

"Min, we have to get home now. You have to hold onto me, okay? This is the fastest way, but it's going to hurt... a lot."

"...okay."

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Now, Hellhounds is officially finished!