My Hand And Yours

Oh No.

Minhyun glanced at the door, trying to figure out a way to get to it with an actual chance of escaping but something in the hand of the male in the seat before him made him hesitate. It was a real gun. Not only that, the man looked just as huge as Baekho was if not bigger or maybe it was just his outfit that made him look that way. The van was speeding down the road quickly so chances were Minhyun was going to get injured real badly if he attempted to jump out from the van. He slowly moved his hand to his pocket and pulled his phone out. The man was seated sideways so Minhyun was definitely in his line of sight although not completely. He tried to be extremely careful not to make too much motion but it was difficult as he tried to unlock his phone without looking at it. Goddamn keyboard.

After he got it to unlock, he turned it to silent mode first before opening his messaging app but he didn't even know who he could contact for help. He couldn't message the police. He tried sending a sos to his parents and sister instead but what are the chances of them seeing it right now. He regretted walking back by himself now and falling asleep too but what else could he even do there? He glanced up at the male who just so happened to turn to look at him. His chest tightened as he tried to slide his phone under his thigh but the man caught him doing so and immediately got up from the seat.

"Give me that!" the man yelled and started wrestling the phone away from Minhyun.

"Let go!" Minhyun yelled while trying to hold onto his phone.

"What's going on?" the one in the driver's seat asked when they started pushing and pulling one another, causing the van to shake.

"Son of a bitch was using his phone!" the man growled while grabbing Minhyun's arm. The tall male's eyes widened as he was harshly tugged off the seat and pushed onto the ground. His mind started going crazy the moment his face hit the dirty surface. He cried out when his arm was pinned to his back at a painful angle so he wouldn't be able to move. He wanted to scream and fight back just to get off the ground but the cold hard sensation against his cheek made him freeze. "If you fucking move, I'll blow your pretty face off." His heart pumped blood at an extreme pace and it was causing him to have a shortness of breath. He feared being shot, of course but his fear was also being unconditionally worsened by the fact that he was stuck to the ground of a van. God knows what they step on and bring back into the van with them.

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"Where did your brother go?" the Kang male asked Eun Jung as they resurfaced from the water.

"I don't know. I've been here the whole time. You were the one who ran to him earlier, you should know better than me," she replied as they went back to the sandy ground. Baekho got his towel from the bag that he had placed on the mat he had laid out with Eun Jung earlier and wiped his face as he scanned the area for the tall male. He could only see Minhyun's parents though who were eating snacks. Somehow a part of him felt uneasy that he couldn't see Minhyun and Eun Jung noticed that.

"You seem to care about my brother quite a lot, don't you?" she asked while putting on a thin jacket. Baekho raised his brow at her.

"What do you mean?" He didn't think he treated Minhyun any different to other people. Maybe he did tease the other more than others since it was quite rare to actually find someone who was that afraid of having skin contact or just germs in general. He had seen the condition of Minhyun's hands before and it had really startled him. His skin was dry and looked a little swollen from either excessive washing or scrubbing which in his case was both.

"You ask about him a lot. You keep an eye out for him and you keep talking about him too. Don't think I didn't notice you going up to him because those girls were trying to hit on him. You practically saved him from an awkward situation and here you are, playing dumb with me."