세상의 끝: End of the World

Apologies Given

The car furiously drove through the streets, and not a single obstacle was spared on the path. The car streaked ahead with a surge of lightning tearing apart anything that came in front of it. Zombies, fallen buildings, abandoned vehicles-all of it became dust.
By the time Lee Minho arrived back at the SKZ and tore his way to Han Jisung, what he saw was this:

A serrated knife tracing a red line on Jisung's neck.
And Lisa just standing there, gun in her hand. Letting Han Jisung die.
A crackling noise erupted in the room. Static electricity permeated the air. The papers nearly floated off the floor, and the hair on everyone's bodies lifted in a fascinating and eerie display.

And with a thunderous sound, lightning boomed through the room.
The man threatening Han Jisung, and the hands he used to hold up Jisung and use the knife on him, separated into two.
The lightning tore straight through his forearms and wrists, leaving a charred, gaping hole in the air between the man and Han Jisung's body.

For a split second, no one knew how to react. The two hands of the man fell limply to the floor with nothing to support them. When the pain and horror of losing his arms finally registered in the man's mind, he opened his mouth to scream-but Lee Minho had walked over, standing in front of Jisung.

Minho turned his face to the man. The pure white, blazing eyes of lightning glanced at the man just once.

Hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity coursed through the man's body. He spasmed, body violently jerking as he collapsed. He didn't die immediately, but laid there suffering for an entire minute before his body finally gave out.

No one cared about him. Lee Minho only had mind for Han Jisung, who was bleeding all over his face and neck. He quickly tore apart strips of his shirt to staunch Jisung's bleeding and said, "Hannie-don't worry. I'm here. We'll go to a doctor. You'll be okay." Only the slightest trembling of his fingers as he pressed the cloth to Han Jisung's neck betrayed the panic running through him.

Jisung's dark eyes were half-lidded, his gaze lowered to the ground. He wouldn't look at Minho. He was so unresponsive. He must have been terrified. Lee Minho hushed and comforted Han Jisung with soothing noises, and carefully took Jisung's hand. He wanted to guide Han Jisung to put pressure on his own wound so that Lee Minho could carry him over to the medical wing.

But Han Jisung resisted, and slipped his hand out of Minho's.
Lee Minho was stunned by his resistance, and didn't react for a second.
"L-Lee Know..."

A meek yet fervent voice sounded behind him. Disgust and hatred welled up in Lee Minho. He took a breath. All that kept him from cleaving Lisa to pieces was the worry that Han Jisung would be even more disturbed.

Once he was sure he could control himself, he turned to glare at Lisa. Traces of white lightning coursed around his eyes.
"You were going to let him die."
Pure, hot rage condensed in each word.

Whatever Lisa thought she was going to say, the words stuck in her throat. She opened her mouth stupidly, but nothing came out.
But once Lee Minho looked over at her, he noticed the photos and documents scattered on the floor.
Fuck.

The intruder had dug out the private detective's records on Lisa. No wonder they were acting strange.
Whatever misunderstanding was in these two's heads, Minho didn't have the patience to correct it here. He coldly told Lisa, "Get out." And as a warning, sent a piece of lightning crackling at her feet.

Lisa jumped, the instinctive human fear sending her careening out the door. Lee Minho grabbed Han Jisung into his arms and carried him out. He kicked the door closed behind him, and trapped an electric current into the metal of the door handle. Anyone who tried to enter the room would suffer a severe shock. He did this because he knew Lisa would try it.
He had more important things to worry about. Jisung bleeding; Han Jisung not wanting to look at him.