Crazy For You ~ {Minsung}

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Jisung waited.
He waited for the perfect moment to strike.

You see, humans are just animals...things with no self control.
They let their guard down when they think they've already won the fight. But this is the perfect moment for the hunter to strike. It's at the time when they're at their most vulnerable, making them the easiest type of prey. A simple target for destruction.

Jisung had rarely got to this point in combat. But given his shape as of recently, it should've been expected.
And now?
Now he had everything on the line. And he wasn't about to let it get cut.

Three
Two
One
His delicate hand pressed into the panel. Minjun's smirking face didn't notice, rambling on and on about revenge and his brother and the price on J.one's head.
All of it...worthless.
The gun dug further into his temple, part of the metal cut so deep that a trickle of blood dripped down the side of his face.

Jisung looked at Minho in his peripheral vision and muttered a low apology.

"Wha-?" Minjun's expression changed from smug, grotesque hatred to one of panicked surprise as he fell on top of Jisung through the wall.

In one quick twist, Jisung had grasped his head, and with a satisfying crack, Minho's little brother was limp in the wall corridor.

Jisung carefully stood up and stepped into the room, closing the panel on the body.
He picked up the gun and walked to Minho, ignoring the faint buzzing noise in his head.

"Get up."
He said coldly.

Minho seemed unconscious.

Jisung was constantly surveying the door, ready for Minjun's men.

"Get up and fight."

Minho looked up slowly.
"I can't."

Jisung wasn't listening. He had hunted around the room and had found a fairly good sized knife. Testing it out in his palm he walked back to Minho.
"You take the gun, I'll use this. The rest of your gang should be here any minute now- the plan is to get rid of everyone Minjun was with. Got it?"

"Go to hell J.one. I can't fight like this." He spoke softly. "I've spent the better part of my life- looking for my brother, then looking for revenge. And now he's dead."

"Yes and I killed him." Jisung crouched down.

'It's not your fault.'

"But it is."

'Yeah you got me. I was only trying to comfort you. But are you really gonna stay here being pathetic?
Maybe that's what your brother hated. That you were too late to stop him. You thought you cared but you didn't care enough.'

"But I did care. He didn't have anyone else to depend on, I wanted him to grow up knowing I would always be there to help him."

Jisung was getting annoyed. If Minho was going to be dead weight he needed to leave the room before anyone came in. But at the same time, he wasn't going to leave Minho alone. From now on, Jisung decided, Minho was a priority. A top priority.

"Minho."
He took Minho's wrist and placed the gun in his palm.
"Minjun chose not to be your brother. You need to accept that, and get up and fight. Where's the Minho that saved me that night?"

"You didn't need saving."

Jisung's eyes narrowed. "Neither do you. But here I am."

'I must be crazy.'

"We came here to find you, and we came prepared to die for you." Jisung looked smug. "Not that I plan to die anytime soon."

'Listen to him and fight.'

'This is the one time I'm gonna be nice about this. I promise to be quiet if you get up. Only because if you're a pussy that means I am too. I will not let you make a fool of us. ESPECIALLY in front of J.One, aka the greatest assassin alive.
Like hello? You're out of your damn mind if you don't find Jisung hot as J.one.'

Minho stood up with some effort. His ribs were bruised and the cuts on his head were throbbing and sore.
Jisung smiled. For once, it was a genuine smile, one from the bottom of his heart. To Minho, he meant it.

They opened the door and attacked the two guards outside. Stripped of their weapons, Jisung kicked their bodies inside the room and closed the door.

Grasping the guns in their hands, they approached the end of the corridor.
Sounds of grunts and shouts came from round the corner. Minjun's men were kicking someone on the floor. Seungmin.

Jeongin was lying slumped on the ground, unconscious, blood flowing down his face. Jisung slowly breathed out indignantly.

"Let me handle this." He whispered.

Minho who was injured, nodded and watched Jisung affectionately.

'I must be crazy.'