THE8 | Junhao

FIFTY - EIGHT

| CHAPTER FIFTY - EIGHT |

"Alright, Kevin and Jacob. I want you two on the west side. Take out every possible guard you can. We don't know where Minghao is exactly, so we can't have more and more enemies around. They could get to him before we can."

"Cover me." Kevin jogs forward, gun lowered.

Jacob nods, gun already clocked.

Kevin darts forward then, one eye squinted as he shoots freely, having the satisfaction of never missing. He almost smiled at each kill, internally patting himself on the back for how well his aim was.

Jacob stayed close behind him, a couple knives tucked in his belt loop, his machine gun tight in his grip, finger ready on the trigger, ready for anything that might snap at them unexpectedly.

And just as he was thinking this, a man barges into their space, gun raised as if he were about to shoot, but Jacob stops it quickly, lifting a leg to kick the man's weapon out of his hands, raising his own gun moments later, ending his life with three shoots to the head.

"Holy shit." Kevin was turned around, eyes wide, "He came out of nowhere."

Jacob goes to laugh, only for his smile to immediately drop, "Kevin!"

Kevin turns around, breath hitched in almost seconds. He practically watches the knife sink into his thigh, the burning feeling against his muscles causing his body to immediately collapse.

Jacob whips his head up, locking eyes with the guard, "You piece of shit!" He shoots them dead in what seems like seconds, falling to his knees in front of Kevin the second he sees the man hit the floor.

Kevin's face was twisted in pain, and he was hissing through his teeth.

Jacob breathes heavily, shaky hands hovering over the handle of the knife, the weapon still sunk deep inside kevin's thigh.

Kevin shakes his head, "J-Just go." He forces himself to at least sit up, back against the wall.

Jacob's brows raise disbelief, "You're fucking insane if you think I'm leaving you."

"We need... to find Minghao."

"That's what Jun hyung is here for, you idiot. Do you not remember the jobs we went through? Everyone has a partner, and I'm not leaving mine." He scoffs, shaking his head at Kevin's dullness, "Does it hurt bad?" He asks, eyes locked on Kevin's blood soaked pants.

Kevin lets out a choked breath, "No."

Jacob rolls his eyes, applying pressure on his thigh, clicking his tongue when Kevin jolts with a whine, "You're terrible at lying."

Kevin sighs, looking away, "You're wasting time."

"And you're being a pain in the ass," Jacob shakes his head, "Stay still."

Kevin swallows, breathing shallowly. He tries not to look down at the knife stuck in his thigh, but is practically forced to when he feels something wrap around the handle.

He backs up against the wall at Jacob's grip on the knife, "What are you doing?! That's the only thing holding a-all the blood in, you dumbass!"

Jacob meets his eyes, "Do you want to walk around with a damn knife stuck in your leg? You'll be even slower if that's what you're worried about." When he says it out loud, Kevin sighs at how correct he was, at how right he sounded.

"Only I could get injured in the first ten fucking minutes we get here." Kevin laughs.

Jacob sighs, Kevin watching as he slips one of his knives out of his belt loop, handing it over for him to hold.