THE8 | Junhao | *EDITING*

FORTY - FOUR

| CHAPTER FORTY - FOUR |

Minghao's heart was beating quick, the thumping against his chest making the situation harder for him. He was breathing heavily, almost shaking as he hid behind the corner.

His hand scraped against the concrete wall, and his skin was cold, even under the piled layers of clothing.

The mask he slid on earlier was covering his face, his eyes the only feature visible. His hair successfully hidden as well.

Ever so slowly, Minghao peeked his head from around the corner, watching the target walk down the apartment complex. Minghao watches the man fish out his keys, clearing his throat as he unlocks the door, stepping inside.

Hearing the door shut, Minghao makes his move. His shoes pad against the concrete ground, eyes scanning each and every inch of the perimeter. The target lived on the third floor, so Minghao tried not to look down. 

He kept his eyes ahead, the bright stars in the sky threatening to blind him even from his peripheral.

He's standing in front of his target's apartment now. His breaths were shallow and weak, and his heart was beating almost abnormally.

He rests his hand on the doorknob, closing his eyes. his brows twist, and he has a feeling this was a bad idea.

He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to hurt this target, as much as he didn't the first time. He hated even calling this person one.

This could be it.

He'll be done for after this, if he wasn't already.

Opening his eyes, he gulps, twisting the knob.

His brows raise when it opens without trouble, not locked. He takes a moment before kicking the door open with all his might, gun tight in his grip as the door hits the drywall, cracking the wallpaper.

He steps inside quick, gun and mind ready for anything.

He turns a corner, freezing in spot at the sight.

Seungkwan sat at a piano stand, hands in his lap as he did nothing but stare at the notes. He hears the chief let out a sigh, not even turning before speaking, "You're back."

The simple sentence makes Minghao gulp, and he takes a breath, walking closer, still leaving a little distance, "I can't take this anymore, chief. I'm done with the act." He clocks the gun.

"I had a feeling."

"Xu Shuchang." Minghao's voice rattled, "You really knew him, didn't you? You weren't lying to me?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Seungkwan takes a moment before chuckling, "He was my partner, my one and only sidekick. Of course I knew him," He sighs, closing his eyes, "He was my best friend, like I told you."

Minghao shakes, "How did you know?" He asks, shaking his head, "How the hell did you know it was me? Huh? Have you known I was his son all this time?"

"And if I did?" Seungkwan turns around too fast, and Minghao freaks out, the gun going off before he can think, Seungkwan's blood painting the piano keys as he falls back against it.

Minghao's eyes blow wide as he watches Seungkwan groan, holding his hand to his shoulder, the blood spewing between his fingers.

But Minghao only blinks, clocking the gun again, "How. Did. You. Know."

Seungkwan breathes heavily, looking up at Minghao, "Because I've met you before, Minghao." The name he's been trying to hide from the public for 2 years bubbles up again, "I was close w-with your father, so of course I met you at one point."