Dirty Minho ~ MinSung (Part.1)

🔱ᵐᶤᶰʰᵒ¹¹🔱

I wake up to my fucking phone going off. I feel like hell. I drank a bottle of Jack last night and I'm really feeling it. But I don't even fucking care. I feel like shit. Maybe if I drink enough I'lll convince myself the hangover is why my chest aches the fucking scowl won't leave my face.
I swallow hard. I don't give a shit about Hannie. I just wanted to fuck that sweet ass of him. I probably only wanted him because he was such a challenge. I shake my head, slowly so I don't make myself any dizzier than I am. That's all it was. He was just a bit harder to get. That's the only reason I wanted  him. The only reason he got under my skin.
"That's better be good." I answer the phone with a pissed off tone clear in my voice. I don't feel like shit today. I half hope that someone comes without their money. No, fuck that. I'll just go to the gym. It's been a while since I've really pushed myself with the punching bags.
"Boss." I jackknife off the bed at Taehyun's tone and wait silently. Something's wrong. I don't like how long he pauses. I can hear him taking a heavy breath. "Spit it out." I can only imagine it's about Hyunjin. They must've got him on some fucked up charge.
"We got a message, boss. I don't know how they found him." My heart drops like a fucking anchor. He quickly adds, "I swear there was nothing on the tapes. I don't know how they got him." His voice raises with anxiety.
"Tell me everything, Taehyun." I'm calm. Deadly calm. Suddenly, I don't feel a fucking thing from my hangover. All I see is red.
"I got a text with a video. They have your boy, Jisung."
"Who and where?" That's all that matters. I just need the info and I'll get him back. He's mine. I don't give a fuck what he said last night in the heat of the moment. I don't give a fuck if he pushes me away again.
He's mine.
"BTS." I hear Taehyun swallow and that pisses me off. I wait for more while I  climb out of bed and throw on the first clothes I find. Sweats and a white tee.
I snarl into the phone, "Where!" He better fucking know. "We're on it now." My hand tightens around the phone and I have to close my eyes. My shoulders rise and fall with my angered breaths.
"Someone decided to send us a message. To send me a message. And they didn't give any instructions. You aren't able to track the message?"
"It-It's just a video." My blood turns to ice. I glossed over it earlier in my haste when he first mentioned it, but a video means there's something to see. Fuck, no. I wait for more. I don't want to ask.
"They roughed him up, Minho." I can't breathe. I swallow down my heart, which feels like it's trying to climb out of my throat.
"He's alright, Taehyun?"
"He'll be alright. I promise you, Minho. We'll get him back and he'll be alright." I wanna ask, but I can't. I just need to go to him. I need to see for myself.
"What about his son?" A panic spread through every inch of me. He is just a child. They better not touch him.
"Preschool. He's still in class."
"Get him out now. Give him to Ma and don't let either of them out of your sight. You hear me, Taehyun?"
"I got you, boss. I'm on it." Damn right he is. No harm is coming to his son. No one's hurting him. Over my dead body.
"We've got to find Hannie now, Taehyun. How long ago did the video come in?"
"Fifteen minutes." He's quick to answer.
"How long does Beomgyu need?" I asked with a calmer voice than I thought I could manage. I shove my shoes on and walk out to the door with keys in my hand. I don't know where to go. I don't know where he is. But I can't fucking sit around just waiting. I need to do something.
I'm the reason he's in the mess.
"Any minute. We'll know any minute now," he answers.
"I'm calling Beomgyu. Call me the second you hear anything."
"I will, boss."
I hang up the phone and quickly dial Beomgyu's number. As I listen to it ring, the full weight of everything crushes my chest.
It's my fault.
I led them to him.
I must have. I couldn't stay away. I ruined him.
My eyes close as the phone goes to voicemail. Because of me, he may be dead right now.

🌙

"You sure this is it?" I've got two guns on me and holsters and another in my lap. I chamber the round and lean forward in my seat, looking at the rundown warehouse. They better fucking been there. It's been forty minutes. That's too fucking long. I watched the video over and over, looking for any kind of clue. My gut sinks and fists clench. My poor Hannie. He doesn't deserve this shit. I got him into this mess and I'm gonna get him out.
"This is it, boss." Taehyun answers. Hyunjin leans between the two front seats as the car behind us.
"Time to kill some BTS fuckers."
"Let's go." I'm the first out of the car. If they've  got eyes on the parking lot, they're gonna see us coming. There's no way around it. It's a warehouse in the middle of nowhere on a huge concrete pad with a runway for plans. There's no hiding. No getting in or out undetected.
I hear the guys get out and come up behind me as another one of our cars pulls in. I won't wait though. I've waited long enough. All of us will come. The entire family is coming to kill these fuckers. You don't mess with one of us and get away with it. We'll find you. We'll hunt you down and make you pay.
That's what we do.
Jack is the only one not here. But he'd  be here if he could. I know he would.
We form a V, with me leading the way to the large steel double doors. There's a chain and a lock on them. Yeonjun comes up behind me with the bolt cutters while we all keep our guns raised. The heavy steel chain drops to the ground with a loud clunk and he quickly bends and pulls it away so I can pull the doors apart. They open with a loud groan.
They definitely know we're here.
A cold sweat breaks out across my body. They better not have touched him. That image that flashed through my mind yesterday, of his cold and dead on the ground, flashes into my vision again. I try to blink it away, but it won't disappear. I shake my head and grind my teeth, keeping my gun held high. The huge room is empty, with concrete floors that are rundown, but bare. No place to hide. Which is good and bad.  It's two stories with a thin hall lining the upper level. It's made of rickety wire mesh flooring so each inch is visible. Six doors are on each level, with two on each side and the back wall. He's behind one of them. Twelve doors to look through.
My gun moves to each door, each corner. Empty.
"Start at the left. Bottom floor," I call out with determination and confidence.
"We splittin', Minho?" Pop's voice rings out, but I shake my head. I'm calling the shots. My problem and my boy. I'm grateful Pops is ready to back me up. I don't know how many of them there are. I want our numbers high.
I lower my gun as I reach the first door. I look back at the crew as I test the handle. Locked. I bet they're all fucking locked. They're steel doors. Not fucking easy to break down, but we got this.
I put my gun up to the keyhole and fire. Once, twice, three times. I give it a hard kick and it jostles slightly. Another shot and another kick. Everyone has their guns ready to fire as the doors open. They swing open with a bang, crashing into the walls. Boxes are piled high, nearly to the ceiling in several rows. I take a step in with caution, keeping my gun in front of me as I sweep the room. But a faint muffled sound from a distance makes me stop.
I motion for everyone to be still. I swear I heard something. I swear I did. I almost move forward, but then I hear it again. He's not in this room. I hustle my ass past everyone and move on to the next door. My Hannie. I hear the sound clearer as I reach the door in the back left corner.
Locked.
Bang! Bang! Bang! I kick it open with no mercy, making my legs scream in pain. Again I fire and then so does Taehyun. We fire together, kick together.  The door swings open and my heart stops. My Hannie is hanging upside down, tied up by his ankles over a sink to the right of the room. His head has his just barely balanced on the edge of a sink that's overflowing. His hair is soaked.
They left him to drown. They tied him up and put his head in a sink and filled it. As I take in the sight of him, he slips and his head falls back into the water. I run to him as his body trashes and he tries to swing himself to the edge again. I pull his head out as soon as I get to him. Guns fire around me. I don't even know where mine is. I don't bother looking up. A bullet whizzes by my head as men shoot. My family and others return fire. Footsteps  ring out on the steel stairs at the back of the room. More gunshots. But all I can really hear is my little tiger breathing, gasping for air.
My fighter. My survivor. I rip the soaked blindfold off his eyes and turn off the faucet.
"It's alright. I got you."
"Minho!" he screams out and sputters up water.
"It's me, little tiger. I got you." He shudders in my arms as I lift his weight up and try to cradle his body as best I can. My entire body is trembling. Loud, heavy footsteps race toward me. The screaming has stopped. The guns aren't firing anymore.
"They got away, boss!" I barely hear Taehyun yell. I don't care.
"Baekhyun?" Hannie's head falls back, heavy against my arm. He was shaking from the freezing water. His skin is ice cold and pale. His teeth chatter and his eyes refuse to focus on me.
"He's safe, little tiger. You're both safe. I got you."
At my words, his body goes limp. His eyes close. Fuck no. I jostle him in my arms, but he's still.
"Help him!" I hold him closer to me and shake his body to try to wake him as I scream.
"Somebody help me get him down!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soooo what do you say?🤭