𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝟐𝐦𝐢𝐧

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Minho's legs worked like machines as he ran breathlessly through the downpour of rain, chest heaving and breath heavy. The only thing that mattered to him right now was getting back to Seungmin at their house, and as soon as he could. No matter how much his legs ached, he forced himself to keep moving at his pace, faster if possible.

Raindrops ricocheted harshly off his face, stinging his skin, but he paid no mind. Minho clutched his gun tighter in his hand, trying to ignore the burning buildup of lactic acid in his muscles. There was almost no one outside as he ran along the sidewalks, which he guessed was because of the rain and the night's darkness. He only saw a few pedestrians, all eyeing him as he sprinted past them.

Each step he took splashed up water, drenching his pants. His purple hair stuck to the sides of his face and fell in front of his eyes, but Minho quickly whipped his head to the side to get them out of his face. He needed to get to Seungmin right now. If he could teleport, he would.

Minho ran through his neighbour's yards, not caring about the fact that he could be easily seen through the streetlights. His house was now in sight, and a black van was parked right in front of it. A van that wasn't his.

And he had told Seungmin to stay inside.

Guilt instantly overcame him, but he had to push it away for the time being. First, he would make sure Seungmin was safe. People were inside his house, dangerous people, and Seungmin was home alone. Minho had left him, not even with a weapon. He was completely vulnerable.

That only pushed himself to run faster, teeth gritted and nails digging into his palms. The gun he was clutching was completely covered in rainwater, most likely softening the gunpowder, rendering it useless. At the realization, Minho quickly threw it to the side, the firearm landing in a bush in his front yard.

Minho crept up to the front door, completely out of breath, legs aching, chest heaving, throat dry, but his own state was the last thing on his mind right now. He crouched in front of the front door, sparing a glance at the van left outside. There was no one inside.

He smirked at this, scoffing.

Rookie move. Always leave someone behind as watchout.

Minho wrapped his hand, covered in sweat and rainwater, around the slick door handle. He pulled on it cautiously, silently opening the surprisingly unlocked door. Another mistake on the enemies' part.

He only opened it enough for his body to slip through, just so it wouldn't make a loud sound. Minho closed the door in the same silent manner he opened it in, this time locking it with the key he kept in his pocket.

A decent amount of lights were on in his house, showing that Seungmin had been up. However, he heard no noise or racket anywhere. The only thing he heard was the heavy beating of his own heart and soft breaths from his nose. Minho furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, walking with light steps further into his own home.

Since he had discarded his gun a few minutes prior, Minho slithered his hand into his back pocket and took out a pocket knife. He held it in his dominant hand, his right, as he slowly stopped behind a wall.

Then he heard a click.

The sound of a hammer being lifted, unleashing a deadly weapon.

A gun safety.

It was a sound he knew all too well, it came from the kitchen, just around the corner of the wall he was currently hiding behind.

So someone is here.

Minho guessed that the person who was holding the gun was from the van, so he knew that they would definitely know how to use it. The Five were not people to be taken lightly.

But something just didn't make sense.

He knew the skill and intelligence that The Five obtained, so why would they make such stupid mistakes as not having a lookout and not locking the front door?

Furthermore, where was Seungmin?

He used his hand to swipe some damp purple bangs out of his face, tightening his grip on the handle of his small knife. Then, he whipped himself out of his hiding spot, wielding the small blade in front of him to face what he thought would be a pistol-baring assassin.

But no.

His heart stopped, hands becoming numb. Minho's eyes widened as he dropped the blade when he saw instead whose shaking fingers were wrapped around the handle of a black gun, aiming directly at the center of his own chest.

"Seungmin... ?"