BET ーjeongchan

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When he agreed to assist Chan, the last thing Jisung's afraid self expected (or wanted) was for Chan to return inside the café and walk back out with none other than Lee Minho.

As Minho's gaze caught his with a suggestive lift of a single brow, Jisung shrunk back, visibly nervous, causing Chan to sigh.

"Look," Chan spoke, making Jisung flinch. "We're taking him so that if the Jimmy guy has done something, Minho will kill him."

Neither of them noticed the absolute confusion warping Minho's features as they rushed to the car.

Once he got in, Jisung gulped. He chanted in his head prayers that desperately wished Minho would sit in the front seat. I mean, why wouldn't he?

But instead, the back door opened and Jisung tensed. Minho jumped in and glanced at him, his lips instantly curling into a sadistic smirk.
"Hey baby boy." greeted the older as he placed a hand on Jisung's thigh, too close to his crotch. This was going to be a one hell of a ride.

Although the drive should've been just a few minutes, the tense silence made Chan feel like he was driving in one place while slowly drowning, with anxious thoughts racing through his mind. Little beads of sweat dripped down his neck as he clenched his teeth, barely able to focus on the road. But soon enough, he pulled over at Jeongin's place.

Chan turned to check on the two boys in his back seat, his eyes immediately popping out. "Minho- the fuck man let the boy breathe!" He yelled, making Minho instantly free Jisung from an overly heated make out session.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Chan hurriedly got out the car and marched to the porch without waiting for the two behind him. Rather than simply knocking, he banged his fist against the door and waited for a while for a response, before repeating the action, this time harsher.

Anxious minutes later, the door creaked open and someone peeped out. It was the tall friend Chan remembered seeing Jeongin with. Hyunjin.

Before he could say or do something, Chan used his strength to force the door open, shoving the taller boy backwards with an enraged scowl. The inside of the house was unlit, the dim streetlights being the only source of illumination through the glass windows.

"What the hell-"

Chan yanked Hyunjin forward by grabbing a fistful of his collar, cutting him off sharply. "Where's Jeongin?" He spat coldly, tensing his jaw.

A sick smirk curled up Hyunjin's lips, soon releasing into a chuckle. "He's dead. I don't know where he is."

Just as the words left his lips, Chan smashed his fist against the taller's jaw, his head snapping upwards due to the impact as he stumbled back and growled.

"Search the house, I'll beat the fucker." said Minho, now standing at the doorway as he cracked his knuckles.

Wasting no time, Chan marched farther into the unfamiliar house. He scurried up the stairs and burst into a bedroom, flipping the light on as he scanned the messy area. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Chan checked the en suite bathroom, growling when he found no sign of the young boy.

Making sure the first floor was clear, he rushed back down but froze midway upon seeing Minho's figure in the dark wait for him by the end of the stairs. The entire house was eerily silent, with only Chan's fuming breath breaking through.

"The basement. Go check it."

Chan walked closer, confusion evident in his tone as he spoke, "How the fuck do you know? Where's that dude?"