𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐗 || [𝑴𝒊𝒏𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈]

Chapter 40- Following Footsteps

It was only when it was morning and the clock struck eight and thirty that all of the party got to hear about Chan and Shuhua's discovery. Jeongin lay on the side of the bed that Chan had coveted for himself. To say it was pitiful would've been an understatement.

"Shouldn't we leave this hotel?!" Hyunjin asked, frantically, "Its obvious that they're trying to get us!"

Shuhua nodded in agreement. Miyeon was balming Jeongin's red wrists. How could someone be so cruel?

" Hyunjin-ah, I don't think you realise that if they can find us here via their authority over this town and it's army forces, they can find and get us anywhere. " Seungmin's mouth tightened as he saw his brother deep in thought, surely he could understand some of Chan's pov, being his closest relative.

" I think we should move. " Chan finally spoke.

"Huh-but.."

"Seungmin, its already bad enough that we're probably being recorded or watched, or maybe both. "

Seungmin followed Chan's gaze, it was fixed upon Jeongin's frail body laid on the bed, exposing the crimson wounded flesh.

"Are you suggesting, we-"

"Yes. Let's just get out of this town, man.

We've risked such a bad thing and poor Jeongin had to pay-"

Nobody but Seungmin noticed the slight crack in his brother's voice.

That's it, Chan was being too emotional. They couldn't solve this shit with emotions. But what could he possibly say without crossing his boundaries and going into a tedious conversation about morals?

"Are you serious?", a voice came, soft but strong. It was Miyeon.

"Don't you remember what you've done?"

..........

Minho was the first out of the boys to regain consciousness.

" W-where am I?"

He didn't really need to ask. He couldn't lift his head up, but the pink ceilings, floral scent and the flower print curtains furling beside him was exactly how he'd remembered Miyeon's old home.

"You're lucky we had the keys to Miyeon's house, loverboy. " Soyeon leaned over his face.

Changbin couldn't be seen, but heard. He was humming some tune at Miyeon's old vanity.

Who could be seen, however, in the corner of his eyes, was a girl. Calling her pretty would've been an understatement, if she wasn't pretty, nobody was.

The girl saw him staring. A polite smile crept up on her lips as she assumed a seat beside Minho. "Hey, how're you feeling?"

Her voice was soft like honey, and her eyes had a deliberate intelligence behind them.

"I'm fine," Minho said, "but how's Jisung?"

"He's in the next room. It used to be uhh-," Minnie looked about for a second, thinking "Ah! It used to be Miyeon's dad's."

A few fond memories of Miyeon and her dad floated in Minho's mind. Miyeon never met her mother, but her father never let her feel her absence. He was kind to Minho too, back when they "dated" he'd come around often. Her dad would always be in the kitchen, which always smelled like the fresh cakes he baked anytime guests were over.

"Used to be..?"

"He's left the town apparently. Come to think of it, the town is pretty empty. Have most people left?" Minnie wondered out loud.

"When I went to get meds for Minho earlier," Changbin made out, " there was almost nobody there."

" Strange."

Minnie got up.

She paced around the room.

Jisung's muffled sobs could be heard from the next room. He was trying to not make any noises.

Soyeon looked away.

" You know, Miyeon's dad was a great guy.", Minho uttered to no-one in particular.

" I don't know about great dads." Minnie replied, to no-one either. " But if mine has taught me anything, its that justice isn't a privilege," She looked up, " It's a right."

Soyeon's eyes widened as she quickly turned to look at the girl. " No, do you mean-"

" Yes, Soyeon. I've decided. I'll be taking this to court."

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Author's note-
Hiiii
In my present condition, its become almost impossible for me to get the energy to write anymore :(
Regardless I owe so much love and passion to this story (no matter how badly written it is haha)
Love you all!! Tysm for reading!!!