ILLICIT ° nct dream, wayv + srg

Chapter Twenty: War Machines

Dedicated to:
day202

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Night. Sky. Wind. Shiver. Eyes. Soul. Soft. A few minutes ago, everything was just like this for Koeun. The feeling was very peaceful, soothing, calming. She didn't quite understand how this peaceful night ended up to being chaotic in an instant.

For her- no, for everyone, rather- it felt like that moment of ambush happened in slow motion. The shards flying, the doors opening, the men breaking into their place, the hysteria and tension that developed inside, the different actions done by every member as they braced themselves for it- all of it seemed to pass by very slowly in a short while, so did the time.

Tick. Tock. The clock continued to work in slow motion as Chenle packed his stuff, as Renjun headed towards the room where they had discussed their plans, as Jisung and Haechan pushed their feet as fast as they could to help the others, as Jeno and Jaemin raised their guns, waiting for the right timing to strike.

Their night was interrupted. It was no longer quiet, but rather a mess.

With his eyes affixed at the door as it opened further, Jeno remained standing beside Jaemin, not bothering to blink. Now he can see the matching black uniform every men was wearing, the rifles they were carrying, the combats boots that were already stepping inside the area.

He didn't like it.

On Mark's part, the shards had already crashed to the ground. His ears were deafened by the crashes it created. The men had already set foot inside, trying to remove the lines that were connected to them.

He didn't like it either.

The slow motion continued until all of them realized something, and it was that this night will turn out pretty bad for everyone.

All hell breaks loose. Jeno and Mark thought at the same time. And that was when the slow motion died down and several gunshots erupted in the place one after another.

Renjun was startled when he heard the gunshots but continued to pack the files in a black duffel bag. "Shit!" He cursed loudly before he quickly moved towards the wall where photographs, newspaper headlines, and threads of yarn were pinned in place to create a crazy wall. He pulled them from the pins, not minding if he ripped the others.

In the other room, Chenle was zipping the bag close when he heard the gunshots. He paused and listened to it for a second before he started bringing the bags. "Quickly, quickly..." He muttered to himself.

The gunshots continued as Jeno and Jaemin continuously pulled the trigger of their guns to hit the men. One by one, they fell to the ground, creating a pile of unconscious bodies by the entrance. The two boys didn't even let them take a shot or protect themselves. They didn't even blink as they coldly took a single shot at everyone.

At the moment, they looked merciless, not letting anyone get out of their sight without being shot. And they didn't even have any sympathy about it.

Finally, after all that running, Jisung emerged from one of the hallways and just entered the living room. He saw how Jeno and Jaemin didn't take a break in firing at the squad, and how a different set of danger was about to reach the two. Raising his pistol, he started shooting at the other squad that was about to sneak in from the glass door that leads to the pool, protecting his older brothers.

"Jisung..." Jaemin spoke when he glanced at the boy behind them.

Jisung's back had hit theirs. "Don't worry. I got you." He told the older boys. Jaemin smirked proudly before he continued to shoot his last remaining bullets.