Second in line, first in line of fire

Leaders are here, and so is trouble

This one is short and sweet... I'll update again in a couple of days. I'm still writing the ending. 

What do you think - should I write just Minho, or include others' punishments too?

Yours, 

Moony 

P.S. I don't know what pics to put above, sooo... I take suggestions

"Look at me."

He couldn't.

Dear Lord, he couldn't. He wasn't even sure he heard the man right, or if the buzzing in his ears just made the sound up to stop him from losing his mind.

"Look. At. Me."

Whimper. He was not sure it came from him.

His hyung's voice was a growl. Behind the shoes he knew so well, three more pairs lined up in some sort of unit. One of them moved, opposite of the direction he was seated in.

"Hi, hyung."

Giggling. Wooyoung. Growl that followed it mirrored his hyung's. Wooyoung hiccuped, high and panicked, and Dino burst into silent tears again. Tension in the air was palpable.

He gulped. Raised his eyes.

Fuck.

Chan's eyes were black, so furious Minho thought he might drown in them if he kept looking for too long. He vaguely recognised someone familiar behind his hyung, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from his leader's.

"Hello, Minho."

Chan snapped his fingers, pointing in front of himself. Shiver ran down Minho's spine at the silent command.

Slowly, the slowest he could, he moved forward from sitting position, until he was kneeling, bowing his head in front of Chan. He felt everyone's eyes burning holes through his head. Shame made him feel sick, his ears burning at the attention.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Chills down his spine. Tears in his eyes. He felt he couldn't breathe.

"I...."

Panic. Shame. He might throw up.

"Hyung..."

It came out as a whine. Chan growled in response. Minho's mouth shut with an audible click.

"Listen to me, and listen well, 'cause I'm not about to repeat myself. You don't have to say anything else, but you are going to apologise, Lee Minho. Understood?"

Instead of answering, Minho moved. It took everything in him to ignore the burning of shame as he turned around, lowering his upper body to the floor in front of his dongseangs. It was humiliating, and he felt tears threaten to spill down his face, so he stared at the floor.

Only when Chan's foot nudged his own from behind him he raised his upper body back up, kneeling with head still hung low. He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry." his throat was closing up. His lips were to wet, yet too dry. He had no idea if anyone even heard him.

"I'm sorry... I – I don't know... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry."

Chan hummed.

"And to others?"

He hesistated.

"Hyung...."

Chan growled.

"Don't. "Hyung" me." his voice was still quiet, venomous. He didn't yell – Minho would prefer yelling. "Either move, or I will demonstrate just how displeased I am with your incapability to follow what I tell you to do. Understood, dongseang?"