The Diamond Race | discontinued

chapter 20

Chapter Text

14:00 Seoul, South Korea 37.5665° N, 126.9780° E

"Thwump!"

"Again."

Suho exhaled through his nose, pursing his lips as he focused his eyes on the target.

"Thwump!"

"Again."

Junmyeon huffed as his fingers twitched, aching.

Baekhyun stood beside him looking nothing like the jokester he typically was. His eyes were sharp, narrowed in cool concentration as he watched Suho's progress. He was wearing the same training gear Suho had on. All black.

"I feel like my arms about to come off." Suho whined.

"Good." Baekhyun replied. "That means you're actually putting in effort. It will pay off later."

"Using throwing stars will pay off later?" Suho held up the sharp metal star. "I thought we were going to do hand to hand combat."

"We will, but considering the fact that we have stop Blackpink in a week, I can't teach you everything I know. Throwing stars will at least keep distance between you and your opponent. Which is something you should want, considering you have little to no experience in hand to hand combat." Baekhyun replied. "I want to keep you alive Suho. Besides, you have pretty good aim."

Suho sighed. "Can't guns keep distance too?"

"Do you know how to shoot?" Baekhyun arched an eyebrow.

Suho found himself withering considerably under Baekhyun's gaze.

"No."

"That's what I thought."

Suho sighed, picking up more throwing stars as he prepared for his next round.

"Make most of the targets and I'll teach you how to shoot." Baekhyun called.

Suho turned to see Baekhyun waving him over.

"You do want to learn right?"

"Of course." Suho smiled.

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When the finally hood came off, Chanyeol found himself alone in a white room, typical of a police interrogation room.

"Oh shit!" Chanyeol jerked up in the metal chair, only to be instantly yanked back down by the handcuffs around his wrists that were connected to the table.

Sehun was with the police?!

Chanyeol was royally fucked. There was no way his parents wouldn't find out about this. He could already imagine the looks on their faces. How many years in prison would he get? Just the thought made Chanyeol break into a cold sweat.

Shit, shit, shit!

He tugged fruitlessly at the cuffs, not caring how his wrists ached.

"If you keep doing that you might hurt yourself badly. But, please continue. I do love a good show."

Chanyeol snaps his head up to look at the door. Standing with a thick tan file under their arm is a rather short man. He smiles and Chanyeol is vaguely reminded of a cat at the way his lips curl. Like a cat watching a mouse.

"I want my lawyer." Chanyeol yells, recalling some information from the crime dramas Yoora loves to watch. "I wasn't even read my rights when you arrested me. This is against the law! I could sue you for this!"

The man tips his head before laughing loudly. Chanyeol stares at him, confused by his sudden outburst. The man walks over, sitting in the chair across from Chanyeol, giggles still bubbling out of his lips.