THE8 | Junhao

EIGHT

| CHAPTER EIGHT |

"Follow me."

The simple command makes Minghao's blood turn cold. Goosebumps rise all across his body, up and down, side to side, he felt fear... yet curiosity and wonder.

Earlier, Seungcheol explained how they had taken care of his wound when he was out of it, how they cleaned up the blood and stitched him up well.

Now, he's being led down a hallway... Seungcheol in front, and two or three men in the back, probably to make sure Minghao doesn't have second thoughts and decide to run like a maniac.

"Where are we going?" Minghao hates the way his voice betrays him with a waver. There's also a door that Minghao catches just in front of Seungcheol, and he feels the anticipation rise.

Seungcheol pauses in front of the entrance to wherever, a small chuckle falling past his lips. Minghao tries to ignore the muffled noises erupting from inside.

He straightens his spine when the older man turns around, meeting his eyes. Seungcheol smiles at him, "You said you wanted to avenge your father, correct?"

There's a pause before Minghao nods.

"Then follow me." Seungcheol's pushing the door open before Minghao can blink, guiding him inside.

Minghao's eyes widen, and he swears he feels like they'll slip from his sockets. There were so many things to look at in the room, he couldn't even begin to explain it or into detail.

"What is this?"

There were many people in the room, punching bags swaying back and forth as punches were sent to them. There were other exercise methods as well, a few weights here and there, as well as weapons. There were even someone people fighting each other in the corner.

A few of the people inside seemed to halt what they were doing, curious eyes on the new face before them, and Minghao almost shrinks. He feels like the new kid who just walked into class.

But in this case, it was much more than a simple classroom.

"This is where you'll train." Seungcheol nods with crossed arms, nodding his head towards the area.

Minghao twists his brows, "Train?"

"You'll need to be strong. You're currently weak, you even said so yourself." He says, "You need to build up strength, as well as intelligence. Say you find the killer... What method will you use to catch them? And what if you go for the sneak attack? You won't be able to fight them with noodle arms. You need to train, as well as learn."

Minghao scoffs, crossing his arms, "I do not have noodle arms."

Seungcheol chuckles, beginning to walk again. Minghao has no choice but to trail behind him like a lost puppy.

"I'm in charge of this place, so if you have any problems, just come to me." Seungcheol turns to Minghao with a sigh. He holds up a fist suddenly, "Fighting."

Minghao's eyes blow wide, "W-What, now?" His voice shakes in confusion and concern, "Y-You want me to start now?"