Youth | Gyuhao

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| Chapter Fifty - Seven — Showdown |

Mingyu feels like shit.

As soon as he creaks open his eyes, a groan spills past his lips. His head throbs like he's been shot a thousand times in his skull, and his stomach is bubbling in nausea.

It's hot wherever he is, he can feel the sweat dipping down his spine, and he can feel it painting his hairline. He feels gross, he feels like shit.

"Ahh, he's up." There's a voice that too shrill and too excited to ease Mingyu's migraine. He visibly clenches his brows together in pain.

Mingyu's vision is hazy, a little bit blurred, but he can still make out the faint silhouettes of multiple people. It frightens him a bit, this many people around him when he's in this state. He wonders what drug they shot in him, he wonders if Minghao—

A pause.

Minghao.

Mingyu's quick to squirm in his seat, hissing as the duct tape confining his wrists to the chair he sits in stops him from moving another muscle. He can feel the way his feet are tied to the bottom of it as well, halting him from escaping in any way.

Mingyu huffs, just now making out a few of the people across the room.

"Shua," He pleads, "Cheol, let me go. I gotta—" He swallows down a ball of vomit that so desperately wants to spill. "Gotta go get—"

"Oh, don't bother." Joshua says, "You seriously think we wouldn't invite him to this party? It'd be a shame to end his life so easily."

Mingyu forces his eyes open all the way, slowly but surely moving his head the way that Joshua gestures to, heart dropping at what his gaze lands on.

He immediately tries to move again, cursing and groaning with every burn of the tape on his skin.

Joshua and Seungcheol just laugh.

"Look at him," Mingyu didn't know when Hansol got here, but he really couldn't give a fuck less.

Minghao was tied to a chair as well, duct tape covering his mouth and hands and legs tied to the chair just like Mingyu. Except, his eyes were still shut. He was still unconscious and with every second he didn't open his eyes made Mingyu's chest feel like it was being repeatedly stabbed.

"What the fuck did you do to him?!" There's multiple veins popping in Mingyu's neck, the volume in which he screams almost making his own ears bleed. 

Seungcheol giggles like a child, clinging onto Joshua's arm as Joshua goes to respond, "Oh, relax. I dosed him with the same amount as you. He should be up soon."

"Let him go." Mingyu's fuming, skin pink with rashes from tape burn, "He has no part in all of this. Take it out on me. I'm the one who's responsible for piling up all this shit. Leave Minghao out of it."

"And have him miss out on all the fun? Nah." Joshua matches Seungcheol's laughing fit.

"He's the prime suspect. We can't let him get away so easily," Hansol says.

"Fuck you." Mingyu grits.

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, and Mingyu's head is flying to the side with a punch to the face he should have seen coming, "You're fucking irritating."

Mingyu's lip twitches in anger, and he licks the copper away, spitting out the blood to hit the floor, "What do you get out of doing this?" His voice threatens to crack, "You all 3 know I wanted nothing to do with this fucking gang in the first place and yet you keep dragging me back here. You keep messing with every single good thing in my life and frankly I'm sick of it."