I'm In Trouble

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Aron gripped his phone tightly as he sat by the unconscious male's bed. He frowned and rolled his lips inwards. He should have insisted that Minki stayed away.  Or was he the target this time? Aron didn't know. His task had nothing to do with the target. He wasn't informed about that after all but if it was really Minki, wouldn't that mean his own father was after him? Aron ran his hands through his short hair roughly and groaned. He wished he never got involved in the first place. If only... He sighed and held Minki's hand.

"I swear I'll make this right,"he whispered. "Even if it's just to make myself feel less guilty but you didn't deserve this." He lifted Minki's hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. "Please don't leave me."

He got up after that and left the room. He looked at his phone one more time before smashing it against the side of the bin, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it until it broke into pieces. Every last bit, he crushed and picked it all up. He threw it all into the bin and made his way to the lobby where the public phones were.

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Baekho didn't know what to do. Honestly his first thought was to run inside and save Minhyun but the other had told him to run and find the truth. He had the hard disk. He could bring it home and transfer all the files now but he couldn't bring himself to leave Minhyun. He scowled and stuffed the hard disk into his inner pocket. He made his way to the door that Minhyun had left open and entered through there. He had counted which floor Minhyun was on and all he had to do was find for him. Whether he got caught or not didn't really cross his mind right now as Minhyun's safety came first. He rushed up to the seventh floor and peered inside. Using the main level layout in his head, he made his way towards the room that he believed would be where Minhyun was last at if the other hadn't ran off.

He could see light seeping through the edges of the door as he approached it. He heard noises coming from it and didn't like them at all. He leaned his ear against the door and bit his lower lip to stop himself from gasping.

"-a slut- probably-- to get famous-"

Baekho's hands curled up into fists. What was going on in there? He dared not imagine and frankly, he wouldn't even want to look but if it was Minhyun, he had to brave himself for it. The other did this for him and felt it was only right that they saw it through together. He turned the door knob as slowly and quietly as he could, enough to peek inside the room. He scanned the room until he found three figures inside and he wished he hadn't seen it. He wished he could have erased that moment from his mind but he couldn't. He had his photographic memory to curse for that.

The sounds filled his ears and he felt his anger surge. His eyes stung as he grabbed a chair and hit the door wide open with it, feeling his breathing pick up as he charged to the startled males.

"Get the hell away from him!" Baekho yelled and slammed the chair onto the nearest male. Minhyun choked and coughed as the male holding him finally let go and his mouth was emptied. He collapsed onto the floor, tears already blurring his vision. Baekho threw the chair to the other man and pulled Minhyun up to his feet after snatching his stuff off the table. Grabbing him by his arms, he hurriedly brought Minhyun out. He didn't slow down even as they descended the stairs. Baekho only wanted to get Minhyun out of there as fast as possible. He didn't even bother looking back when he heard the males yelling at them. He can't believe they would do that to Minhyun. They made it out of the building and onto Baekho's bike. He rode away until they were far away from the building before he parked somewhere quiet and turned to Minhyun. He noticed the other was crying and hugging his body tightly. He reached over to touch him but Minhyun flinched and slapped his hand away. Baekho was shocked even though he knew he shouldn't be.

"Minhyun... I'm sorry," Baekho apologised. He didn't know what else to say.

Minhyun wiped away the tears and got off the bike. "It's fine. You got what you need, right?" He took out the cigarette pack and slammed it on the bike seat. "I'm going now."

"Minhyun, wait," Baekho gasped as he got off his bike, rushing after the man who was about to storm off. He grabbed his arm but Minhyun pulled it away harshly. He hid his face from Baekho.

"Just go. We are done, right?"

"What... What are you talking about? We aren't done here. If anything, we are just getting started," Baekho said and tried to reach for Minhyun again but the other moved back further.

"You don't need me anymore. I... I need to go find Jonghyun."

"Don't go."

Baekho wanted to hold Minhyun and stop him from leaving but judging from how he was behaving now, he held back.

"I'm... Going to leave now."

Baekho shook his head but Minhyun just hugged his body and left. Stop. Come back to my place. Rest. There were so many words he could have said then to stop Minhyun but he didn't. He had seen what had just transpired and it made him scared of what would happen if he were to force Minhyun to stay with him now. But he was going to find Jonghyun and Baekho didn't want that either. In the end, he could only watch Minhyun walk away. He stood there for a moment and picked up the cigarette pack. He probably had more evidence and information than he ever needed now to take down the company but was it really worth making Minhyun relive a trauma just for this?

It better be.