Different

°•♤•° Chapter Seventeen °•♤•°

         °•☆•° Word Count: 2,746 °•☆•°
      °•♡•° Time to Read: 18 mins °•♡•°

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Han struggled to stay on his feet as Chan dragged him down the second floor hallway.
"Dude, when are you going to tell me what's going on?" he objected.

Chan stayed silent, so Changbin answered for him. "It's just a hunch, okay. Just trust Chan's weird ass senses," Changbin explained.

Han huffed. "But-"

The sound of nearby shouting made Han pause his sentence. Chan stopped in his tracks and looked at the nearby bathroom door. The three looked at each other and nodded.

Chan pushed his way into the bathroom, with Han still in tow and Changbin at his heels.

They paused the moment they entered the room. Han flinched as he watched Minho's body hit the ground with a thud. He had two other guys on the ground next to him, as well as three others standing over them.

And one of those three...was Andrew.

Han stood frozen in place.

Chan analyzed the situation in front of him. He spoke without turning his focus away from the scene in front of him. "Changbin," he growled.

Changbin flinched at his tone.

"I'll get the two on the right, take care of the big guy," he commanded. "And Han?"

Han looked away from Minho for the first time. "Ye- yeah?" He said hesitantly.

Chan glared right at Andrew. "Take care of Minho the second these guys hit the floor."

Without waiting for confirmation, Chan swung on Andrew, immediately knocking him to the floor. His fists forced themselves down, repeatedly making contact with Andrew's face. He was out like a light in seconds.

Chan moved on to the next guy, who was still in the process of recovering from his hit to the crotch. He slammed the guy's head into the wall with enough force to knock him out, but not kill him.

As soon as Chan swung on Andrew, Changbin had gone straight for his assigned meathead. He skillfully dodged the first few punches before dealing a few himself. He punched the boy directly in the nose, causing his eyes to water.

When he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, Changbin took the opportunity to sweep his feet out from under him. The guy landed on his arm with an audible crack. He groaned in pain.

Changbin placed his foot on the boy's chest and glared at him. "Now stay."

Just as he was told, Han moved the moment the last person hit the floor. He ran to Minho and quickly scanned him for external injuries. He made note of the bruises beginning to form on his right temple, as well as the cut he had on his left cheek.

He harshly tapped on Minho's shoulder to check for consciousness. When he didn't get a response he pulled out his phone.

Changbin cocked his head at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm using my flashlight to check his pupils so that I can see if he has a concussion," Han responded without looking.

He lifted Minho's eyelids and flashed his light by each one. He sighed in relief. "Somehow, he's not concussed," he breathed.

Chan stood with his arms crossed as he thought of what to do next. "Okay, since he doesn't seem to need immediate medical attention, how about we take him back to his house," he offered.