| CHAPTER FIFTY - THREE |
"I'm sorry," Minghao sniffles, body jolting. He lays Jeonghan's head back down on the concrete, shaking at the sight, "I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry-"
"8!" He hears Jun scream, and he stands up almost immediately, whipping around. "8, stop!" Jun screams again, and Minghao hears a gun go off, the bullet a warning, and he's freezing, closing his eyes.
He hears the running stop behind him too, Jun way too close.
"Turn around." Minghao breathes heavily at Jun's tone, and he hears a clock of a gun. He could hear in Jun's voice that he didn't want to do what he was doing, and that made his heart hurt, "I told them to stay back, alright? You're okay, it's just me."
Minghao takes a deep breath before doing so, hands raised up on either his head. He meets Jun's eyes as soon as he turns around, heart clenching at the worry in his expression, the genuine concern and confusion.
He watches Jun tear his eyes away, gaze trailing down to Jeonghan's body on the ground, Minghao closing his eyes, not sparing it another glance. He doesn't want to see it again.
"Who is this?" His eyes flicker back to Minghao, and Minghao tries not to cry at the sight of Jun aiming a gun right at him, "Who the fuck are you running away with right now?"
Minghao doesn't answer, hands still in the air, and Jun feels like shit as he watches his lip quiver, eyes glossed over. Jun is confused, he's so so so beyond confused, so much to the point where he doesn't know what to do, how to feel.
"8," He decides to lower his gun, eyes locked with minghao's, "What are you doing?"
Minghao stays silent, even as Jun makes his way over, taking slow, cautious steps towards him. "8," His voice was soft, so beautifully soft, and Minghao hated it.
He also hated the way Jun's hand that slipped to cup his cheek felt as comforting as it did. He hated the way his eyes closed, the way their foreheads soon touched, Jun's gun forgotten, back in his belt loop.
His hands cupped Minghao's face, one of them running through Minghao's hair. Minghao cries silently, lips pouted outwards.
"Whatever you're doing," Jun shivers, their foreheads pressed together. He runs the pad of his thumb across Minghao's cheekbone, "Don't do it.... Don't do it, 8."
Mingho sighs shakily, hand coming up to rest against one of Jun's. He closes his eyes, lip wobbling. He takes a breath, soaking in the moment.
Without the other's knowledge, Minghao trails his free hand downwards, Jun clueless. Minghao wraps his fingers around the handle of Jun's gun, taking a deep breath.
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THE8 | Junhao
FanfictionOn the outside, he's a cop. On the inside, he's loyal to the crime lord who took him in and promised him revenge on his father's ruthless killer. And maybe he finds a little love on the way. | based off the drama : my name | 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 || compl...
