Kill me softly - Minsung

Chapter 17

"I could've just gone up to him and tell him about all this, we didn't have to do it like that.", the voice was really muffed, either because it was far away or because it couldn't really get past the ringing in Minho's ears.

"That would've been way too conspicuous.", every breath Minho took, sent a sharp pain through his body. He remembered the punch. Hopefully, his nose wasn't broken. He tasted blood on his lips. Why did it always have to be his beautiful face that got beaten up?

"Either way it's too late for that now.", he grew more and more conscious but remained in the position he was sitting. Minho had to make out roughly how many people were in this room and where they stood before he'd make a move.

"You did hit him quite hard though.", Minho was counting 3, maybe 4 people.

"Sorry but my punches just are like that.", that sounded like...MG?

"Is he even gonna wake up?", suddenly two cold fingers were pressed on Minho's neck to check his pulse. He tried not to jump but he didn't realize that someone was standing that close to him so he couldn't help but flinch at the sudden touch. So much to figure out the situation first.

He snapped his head in the direction of the hand on his neck but the person had felt him flinch and was prepared so Minho's teeth didn't grab anything. He jumped up from the stool he was sitting in, he got slightly dizzy but tried to ignore it. The bonds around his wrists weren't really tight and he already loosened them up while the other people were talking so he quickly slipped out from them and ripped the fabric that was covering his eyes off his face.

He stood in a poorly lit hangar with all kinds of chunk laying around. Eight people stood around him, not really looking that surprised. One of them really was MG. Minho was confused and you could probably tell.

"I do think he's gonna wake up eventually, yes.", someone stated. He looked around. Ysang?
One of the guys who was sitting on top of one of the crates jumped down from it and approached Minho. 

"Wonderful day.", as he came closer, Minho suspiciously eyed him. He was wearing a thick fur coat, his hair was shorter on the sides and longer in the back. Minho always did that, without him even noticing he analyzed the people around him. Remembering their most distinguishable feature in case he'd have to identify them again.

"Quite cloudy.", Minho mumbled. He figured if MG and Ysang were also here, they probably knew about the business. The guy came even closer and Minho realized that he was smaller than he looked as he sat on that crate. It was the guy that shoved him.

"I'm Joon. Sorry, that we caused such troubles but we have something important to talk about and that needs to happen in complete transparency.", Minho still didn't trust them.

"You can trust us.", Ysang said and sat down on a bunch of sacks laying around. Minho swallowed and also sat back down again. He didn't see a way out of here and if MG and Ysang were also here, it couldn't be that dangerous, could it?

A guy with black hair that shimmered slightly red in the dull light stepped forward as they all gathered around Joon and Minho.

"You're Lee Know right?", the guy wore a black leather jacket and brown trousers. They all looked like... Cowboys but like, in a fashionable way. Minho nodded. "I'm Erest.", it was hard to say if Erest was just really trained in making him sound believable and kind or if this situation really didn't mean no harm.

"We're also part of Jung-Ho's people but there's a slight difference to us.", he went to a silver-haired guy who also sat on some wooden cases and rested his arm on his shoulder. His jacket was light brown but had fur on it as well. All eyes were on Minho who was still confused.