THE8 | Junhao

SIX

| CHAPTER SIX |

Minghao walked along the sidewalk, eyes dazed, body swaying.

He was holding a bottle of beer, preferably one that he had chugged down just moments ago, and the night sky was beautiful, the stars beaming down just as bright as the sun.

He was close to out of it, eyes blinking slower than normal, feet tripping one over the other every few steps he took.

He opens his eyes when he hears voices, squinting them when it gets louder, closer.

His ears were ringing, and he whines in discomfort.

"Oh, what do we have here?"

Minghao opens his eyes again, brows raised.

It was three men.

They were dressed in mostly black, and they all had a tall, large figure, and Minghao almost felt afraid from the height difference.

They could snatch him up if they wanted to.

"Can I help you?" Minghao asks, blinking. He smacks his lips, swallowing, "Are you lost? I.. could give you directions if you—"

"We aren't lost, babe."

Minghao tilts his head in confusion, mouth stilled in spot from being cut off while he was talking, and god, he always hated when people did that.

Minghao hums, "Okay." He gives them a soft smile, waving slightly, "Well, I'll be going then—"

"Woah woah woah, slow down." One of the guys jogs over a bit, gripping Minghao's arm, "You don't have to leave so soon."

Minghao's eyes dart down to the hand on his arm, and he suddenly doesn't have a good feeling.

"Let me go."

The man coos, bringing a hand up to Minghao's face, caressing his skin, "My my, you're just a pretty little thing, aren't you?"

Minghao shoos away, ripping his arm from the man's hold.

"J-Just leave me alone, please."

He turns to walk away, only to yelp when he's yanked right back.

"I said don't go." The man growls in his ear, arm snaked around Minghao's waist, the other on his chest, locking him in place, "Just stay still, I promise this'll be painless."

Minghao's eyes fly wide, and he finds himself suddenly squirming for his life, moving every which way to shrug the arms off his body.

No avail.

He hears chuckles, all he hears is chuckles.

Minghao doesn't know when the other two guys walked up until he feels more hands on himself, a cry slipping up his throat, past his lips in desperate mercy.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Minghao screams, tears beaming in his eyes.

They're just laughing, as if they were amused.

The next scene all happened so fast.

Minghao feels the arms abruptly loosen around his body, the first man feeling as if he were yanked away, causing Minghao head to turn.

He doesn't see much, just super bright headlights, and the outline of multiple silhouettes standing in front of it.

He hears car doors opening then slamming.

And it's chaos from there.

"Fuck, go! go!" Minghao's pushed to the ground harshly by the other two guys.

His head slams against the concrete from the action, mind immediately dazed.

He moans in agony, lifting his head just in time to see the two men running away, almost looking as if it was for their life.

He rolls over, dropping his head between his shoulder blades.

He hears commotion behind him, but doesn't bother to look, too preoccupied with the blood running down the back of his head, staining his fingertips as he grazes the wound.

He feels his vision blur if it wasn't already from the alcohol, the blood loss getting to him. The pain was horrible, and he suddenly felt sick.

So, hunching over, he lets out every single thing he'd been holding in, the concrete stained with all his pent up emotions and doubts, as well as his empty stomach.

He leans back against the brick wall behind him when he's done throwing up his guts, a hand coming up to swipe under his chin.

He breathes heavily, feeling his head roll to the side.

He sees an outline of a person squat down right in front of him, before his eyes are rolling to the back of his head, vision laced with nothing but black.