Lies || minsung ✔️

chapter four

June

Minho jogged down the street, where Chan was waiting impatiently.

"Took you long enough, Minho. What were you doing?" Chan asked, his voice stern.

"Listen here, you were the hoe who made all of those brats study at my place. Before I knew it, Jeongin had passed out, and then everyone else fell asleep!" retorted Minho.

Chan's expression softened when Minho mentioned the maknaes. "Jeongin really just fell asleep while they were studying?"

"Yeah, they must be working hard for finals. That's why I never did that college shit. I've got a steady income now, so why bother?" Minho said as Chan started driving towards the Kang residence.

Minho thought back to Jisung. The confused look on his face made Minho smile. He always relished that he was mysterious and unpredictable, whereas Jisung was predictable and easy to read.

"You're smiling like an idiot, and I assume that's not from thinking about murdering an abusive parent," Chan said matter-of-factly. "What's going through your mind, Minho?"

"Ah, nothing you need to worry about right now, hyung," Minho said, grinning. "Let's just get this done with. Those kids drained me."

Minho crept into the house, careful to stay silent and to avoid any video cameras. He had a rough idea of the layout of the house, but Minho still had to be cautious.

The house was eerily silent. Minho slunk through the house, keeping a careful eye on his surroundings. It was too still, too quiet.

"Found you," rasped a voice from behind Minho. He felt a fist drive into his side, and Minho staggered, spinning to face Kang Geun Taek, who was awake, unlike what Woojin predicted. 

"What the hell?" Minho hissed, grabbing the dagger stashed in his belt. 

"That bitch of a wife sent you to kill me, huh? Idiot. She got an extra punishment from me today for that," Kang Geun Taek spat, his mouth curving into a sickening grin. 

"You're a bastard!" Minho shouted, totally disregarding the other residents of the home. He lunged toward Kang Geun Taek, the dagger aimed for his gut. Geun Taek dodged, but the blade still skimmed him. 

Clutching at his side, he shouted, "Fuck you!" before diving at Minho, who swiftly rolled out of the way and delivered the final blow. 

"Dirty fucker," Minho said, disposing of any evidence left at the scene. Upstairs, he heard footsteps. "Shit," he whispered before slipping out of the door. Minho completely forgot about Kang Geun Taek's family. His emotions took over his actions, and Minho just attacked without thinking.

He slid into the passenger seat of Chan's idling car and whisper-shouted, "Go, go, go, iwokeupthefamilystartfuckingdrivinghyung."

Chan hastily drove out of the neighborhood and dropped Minho off at home. "Good job, Minnie."

Minho nodded and went inside, clutching his side. Kang Geun Taek sure was strong. When he took off his shirt, Minho noticed that he had a myriad of other cuts and bruises all over his abdomen that he didn't notice because of the adrenaline.

"That's gonna kill," he muttered to himself before falling into bed.

Jisung rolled over, vaguely registering the sound of the front door closing. He heard whispered curses. Minho. Jisung was too tired to investigate, but he was curious. He couldn't get Minho out of his mind. The pillows. The bedding. The decor. All of it screamed Minho; Jisung felt completely encompassed in Minho. Minho, Minho, Minho. Jisung just rolled onto his stomach and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the fact that the sheets smelled like Minho and trying to lull himself back to sleep.