THE8 | Junhao

THIRTEEN

| CHAPTER THIRTEEN |

Stepping inside the club, Minghao felt the shivers. The cold air engulfed him, aroused him. The smell of alcohol and weed heightened his excitement.

Jeonghan chuckles, "Alright The8, don't bust a nut right here."

Minghao chuckles, swooping his red hair away from his eyes. It was newly dyed, only a few days old. And Minghao loved it, he felt he needed a change. And a good change it was.

He was hot. And he knew it.

"Okay, split up." Everyone nods at Jeonghan's order, stepping away from each other, going down different paths in hopes to find their target.

Minghao hustles through sweaty bodies, people dancing left and right, laughing happily and drinking away. A few people were making out, some even practically fucking on the dance floor.

Minghao shakes his head, amused.

He finds himself on the staircase, walking up slowly, as if to tease the second floor. His hand lies against the railing, fingers running along the wood, painting the engraved design.

He makes it up there after a minute or two, eyes flickering left and right, not missing anything.

He checks a few rooms, not losing his cool even if he finds nothing.

Be patient.

That's how you get them.

"You guys have any luck?" Jeonghan's voice rings through Minghao's earpiece.

"Nope," He hears Vernon's voice next, "All I've found is a couple fucking and people fighting over a drink order. There's nothing on the bottom left side of the building."

Jeonghan hums, "Copy that."

"I've found nothing so far, as well." Seokmin speaks into the earpiece. And Minghao can hear him scoff, as well as moans in the background, "Damn this club is horny, this is the fifth couple I've caught."

"Well thanks for the free porn Dk, turn your mic off."

Minghao ignores his team, walking down the hallway. He reaches a room pretty soon, deciding to step inside when he notices it's empty.

He shuts the door behind him, ignoring the overlapping voices through his earpiece, calling his name, asking if he's there and where he was at.

Minghao walks around the room. It was a library of some sort. And Minghao found it interesting. Because why would there be a room full of books and desks in a club?

Although their target wasn't in this room, this room alone could be something.

Minghao walks around, looking through every little nook and cranny, head flickering towards the door once and a while just to sure.

He moves the books around, going up and down on his tippy toes to flip through the pages quickly. He sets some down on the desk, looking through the empty spaces in where they once lied.

He leans up, tilting his head to see every inch.

"The8!" Jeonghan sounds fed up, his name screamed the loudest it has.

Minghao huffs, turning on his earpiece with an eye roll, "I haven't found anything." He mutters, going back to looking, "Just a room full of books."

"You answer the damn radio if someone's calling you, you hear?" Jeonghan curses in annoyance, and Minghao can almost see his head shake, "And what? books?"