Broken Pieces || Park Jisung

t h i r t y f o u r

     THE SOUND OF Mark's revolver echoed throughout the whole school as he pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing into one of Mayor Park's men's thigh.

"Shit, Mark!" Donghyuck exclaimed in shock, his eyes diverting from the older boy to the the man who clutched his bleeding thigh. "What? He was gonna whoop your ass!"

"You just shot him!"

"I'm a detective, knucklehead!"

"Can you guys have this love quarrel elsewhere? My girlfriend is still in danger!" Jisung exclaimed before punching a man in a suit that pressed the black device on his ear.

"Sir, they're here! You must—"

"Not today, pal." Renjun said as he took out the earpiece from the man's ear and stepped on it, the sound of the device crumpling to pieces giving him satisfaction.

"I've always wanted to try that."

"Shit! Jeno, look out!" Jaemin screamed, pointing at the man behind the boy who clutched the baseball bat tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Swing!" And he did swing the bat, hitting the man on the head as he collapsed on the floor. Jeno looked at the man with wide eyes and nervous breaths. "He's not dead... right?" He anxiously asked.

Mark shook his head and gave the boy a reassuring smile. "Just knocked out." Jeno sighed in relief and smiled back at Mark who gave him a pat on the back.

"FUCK!"

The familiar voice echoes along the lightless hallway, along with a few things clashing and breaking.

The six of them turned their heads to the direction of the voice. Alas, Renjun was right. They really were at the art storage room just as he expected. After all, he was the one who drew that alien painting on the chair.

BANG!

All of them froze at the sound of a gun. They all shared a look as they breathed heavily, their hearts beating so fast that they could almost puke at the nervousness they were feeling.

Minha, angel. Please be safe. Please. Jisung silently prayed and looked at the older boy's with shaky eyes.

"Let's go!" Jisung screamed and ran towards the direction of his Father's voice and the gun, praying that Minha would be okay, dodging men here and there until he reached the art storage room's door, busting it open— and what he saw broke him to pieces.

Minha was lying down on the floor, looking pale and blank as a pool of crimson red liquid surrounded her.

"Choi Minha!"

1 Hour Before...

"I'm back, sweetie!" The loud and sinister voice of Mayor Park was now heard in the art storage room, making Minha and Sunghoon freeze and look at each other before nodding.

Sunghoon immediately stood up and ran to stand beside the Mayor with his hands politely in front of him, his gun now hidden in its holster at the back of his pants.