the value of his life | minsung

03 | Know your Place

"Looks like we're on time!" Minho squealed as he walked with a giddy expression on his face and a sway of fun in his movements.

The young man beside him hummed in return, a mere hum of interest. His hands shoved inside his suit pockets as he kept his pace still in perfect sync with the older.

"Say Innie, are you sure you wanna do this~?" Minho wondered, even though it sounded like a concern question, he didn't show any worry or sympathy about having his step brother join him in a new mission.

Jeongin, the twenty two year old young man nods his head with a very composed expression, expressing how this matter is serious business to take care of, unlike the older man walking beside him. "I've never seen you do anything of this before. I must see it for myself, the kind of dangerous man everyone seems to think you are."

Minho chuckles at his younger step brother's words. A bubbly innocent laugh. "People think I'm like that? Oh how wrong they are~"

"Really? It seems to me like you're just a childish whinny baby who can't take care of himself. I mean, how do you even clean up after yourself? I just see a dumb kid making a foolish mistake by having a gun in his hands. Blood the only convenient thing there is, but everything else? A terrible dumb mistake," Jeongin says, hardly brining any attention to his older brother.

Minho frowns. "You're such a serious person, Innie. Why are you so serious?"

Jeongin finally looks to the side to meet his brother's gaze. A small smile is on his face, a smile, that Minho clearly notices is filled with so many emotion between hatred, anger, jealousy, all in the wrong dark side, but above all, the most emotion that Minho can feel and see on his brothers face, was misery. Sadness. Despair. Realization that he'll never be able to have a normal life. The reason behind his monotone seriousness.

For a moment, Minho thinks he might've felt sympathy. Sympathy towards the expression and mindset that his younger step brother has now lived up to having. Too similar to not be able to empathize with.

Minho looks away first, unable to contain his own anguish.

And lixie thinks I'm no man that can have sympathy.

♣

They walk into the old house without any sort of knock or trace of exposing their presence. The house is quiet. Like no one is around. An empty abandoned home.

Jeongin watches from the sidelines as Minho slowly steps around the place, looking for a face. For a body. For a human alive body.

Just as Minho is about to turn around, someone comes knocking him onto the floor and strangling on top of him, pressing a gun to his head. "I knew you'd come!" The man that looks to be no younger than Minho's age has managed to pin him down.

There's a sound of a trigger being pulled from behind, and the man lets his guard down by turning around from the sudden cause of noise, Minho takes the chance to hit the man with his knee and forcing his body off of him. The gun the man holds falls to the ground and Minho kicks it out of the way, pulling his own gun from behind his back, pointing it towards the man's forehead.

Minho sighs in relief, pressing his knee down the man's shoulder. "Ah~ Finally! I thought we'd have to play a game of hide and seek! And, as much as I would really want to, I'm in kind of a hurry. I have a date soon~! Why don't you congratulate me on that?" Minho says, pressing the gun closer to the man's skull.