NOISE

21.

The sound on his phone of the GPS being activated pulled him out of his thoughts and he took his phone from the couch table. „It's Jisung!", he said into the room, interrupting Chan and Changbin's conversation, nervously unlocking his phone. „He's on the way to his parents house", he whispered and Felix leaned in to look at the display. „I gotta go", he said, rising to his feet. „I think the fuck not", he heard Changbin, watching his best friend cross the room to block the way. „Are you insane?", he asked, forcing Minho to sit back down. „But-"

He knew Changbin was right. What was he gonna do? Ring the door bell and ask his parents if Jisung would come out to play? There was no reason for him to be around Jisung anymore now that he finished his exams. His job was done.

He groaned frustrated and watched the little dot on the map move further away from him. Changbin's phone started ringing and he shot a glare at him. „I have to take this call, don't do anything stupid", he warned Minho before walking out of the door. Chan cleared his throat and leaned against the door frame. „You know he's right. There's nothing you can do right now", he said and Minho closed his eyes. Yes, he knew. Being reminded that he was helpless didn't make it better though.

„My friend's colleague just called me", Changbin said behind Chan, waiting for the older one to move aside and let him through. „She said she'd do it but she needs proof." Minho nodded, knowing Jisung had enough proof. He's seen the stack of documents Jisung was reading the night before and was confident that it was enough in order to publish a story. „I'll call Jisung", Minho mumbled, his shaky finger was scrolling through his contacts. Jisung's name popped up and his chest tightened. He tapped on the name and put it on speaker.

Jisung's phone was turned off and Minho had a bad feeling about it.

Jisung:

He was staring at the rear view mirror, burning holes into the driver's forehead. One of his father's monkey took his phone from him and turned it off. He expected it and yet, it made him rage. For a second he was considering fighting them off at the campus but his father would find out too fast and if there was one thing he needed, then it was time. He leaned back in the seat, nervous but ready to jump out of the car and run as soon as the door opened.

The car stopped inside the garage and Jisung remarked one of the bodyguards get out of the car to open the door for him. Now or never. He turned his body and pushed his palms into the seat before lifting his entire body and kicking the bodyguard away with all his might. The monkey stumbled backwards and fell. Jisung used the split second he got to run towards the door. The handle wasn't moving and he heard the bodyguard curse behind him. The drivers door opened and he remarked steps coming closer. Shit.

Before he was able to run towards the door, that led inside the house to take a turn and escape through the front door, he felt a big hand on his arm, turning him around. „Did no one teach you manners?", the driver spat out and slammed the back of Jisung's head against the cold garage door. Black spots filled his view and he rolled his eyes back, the pain was overwhelming and his legs were about to give in. He could feel blood run down his neck and cursed internally. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was trying to focus on staying awake.

Jisung felt the bodyguard's fist crash into his stomach and he was ringing for air, for a second the pain in his abdomen overpowered the pain in his head and he bent down just to feel another fist crash against his jaw and lip, causing it to bleed. Blood was dripping on the floor and the metallic taste made him feel nauseous. The bodyguard grabbed his throat, pressing him against the door.

„I have enough", he choked out, rage overcame him once again. He heard the bodyguard laugh before grabbing his wrist and snapping it down, forcing the idiot in front of him to bend over. Jisung rammed his knee against his chin and watched him stumble backwards, holding his chin. Blood was covering his mouth. The bastard must have lost a couple teeth. The other bodyguard was running towards him, making it easy for Jisung to close the distance in a sprint, drop his own body on the floor and slide into the other idiot's legs. The bodyguard flew a couple meters through the room before landing on the floor with a loud bounce. He heard him groan and cough before he rolled over, holding his rip. Blood was running out of a wound on his forehead. These idiots were useless and he was wondering whether his father ever seen them fight before.