𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 , the uncanny counter

경이로운 소문 ── EPISODE FOUR

Up in Yung, Chaewon suddenly flicked in and out of sight. She clutched her chest, falling onto the ground where she was walking towards everyone else. Gi-Ran ran to her, helping her up. "Chaewon? What's wrong?"

"Oppa," She wheezed, laying on her back and coughing. "Su-jin oppa. He-he's in trouble." The sight of his unconscious against a pole flashed across her eyes.

Wi-gen dropped her cup of tea, gasping as the glass shattered and she leaned forward. She made eye contact with Chaewon.

"What's wrong, Wi-gen?" Su-ho quickly went over to her, a hand on her back.

"So... So Mun. Mun and Su-jin are in danger. Get in touch with them. Find them, quick! Mun might kill someone."

"Yang might die."

. . .

Yang felt a pounding in his head as he looked around. His vision was blurry, but he could make out that he was in a dingy warehouse.

"Fuck..." He blinked a few times, his vision clearing as he heard grunts of pain. He stood up unsteadily, vision focusing as he held the back of his head with one hand, the other holding onto the wall. There were bodies... Yang paled but shook his head quickly. Their chests were moving up and down, even if it was just weakly.

"I warned you that you'd get it all back, twofold!" Yang recognized Mun's voice. He was straddling Hyeok-u, slamming his fists repeatedly into his face. Yang cursed, unsteadily staggering over to the younger Counter. He grabbed Mun's arm, trying to stop him from hitting Hyeok-u anymore.

"Mun!" Mun grabbed Yang's arm without looking at who had grabbed him, flinging the older into a wall like it was nothing.

Yang hit his head yet again, coughing out blood. His head spun and he felt like a was going to throw up. He was winded, breaths not deep enough to properly get the blood he needed around his body.

Mo-tak entered the building in time to see Yang get flung. He ran to Mun, grabbing his arm like Yang had, but his grip was stronger so he successfully pulled the youngest Counter off. Mun tried to fight him, thinking it was someone else that was trying to hurt him.

"Hey," Mo-tak said, holding eye contact.

"Ahjussi..."

"Calm down or you'll get into trouble," Mo-tak shook him lightly. He pushed him away, walking over to Yang. Mun gasped, realizing he had done that to Yang.

He had made Yang cough up the blood that was dribbling down his chin that Mo-tak wiped with his sleeve. He made Yang's eyes glazed over, rips in his hoodie. He was the reason blood ran down the back of his neck, matting his hair.

"Why did you do this?" Mo-tak asked over his shoulder, trying to get Yang to focus on him. He cursed when Yang didn't respond, eyes drooping. "Yah, stay awake." He tapped the side of his face.

Mun's eyes were full of tears, choking down sobs. "I told them to stop. I told them not to hurt them." Mo-tak sighed, looking at Mun. He waved him over, too scared to leave Yang.

"Okay, it's alright," Mun sat next to Mo-tak, kneeling in front of Yang. The older put his hands behind his neck, pulling him close gently. "Hey, why are you crying? You can get angry. You can hit them. I'm just trying to tell you that you could've killed that punk," He glanced at the Australian that was flickering in and out of sight, realizing some of his ability, "but you also could've killed Yang. He was already injured." He pointed around. "Look, our territory has opened up. This is why you need training, you silly goose." He wiped his tears with his thumb. "Okay?"

Ha-na kicked one of the guys in the face and Mo-tak used that as an example for Mun. "See that? Just throw little jabs like that. Whack them without killing them.