𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 | MINSUNG

Chapter 6

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  "Baby, don't be scared," Chan said endeavoring to hold Minho's hand in his, "calm down-"

"This is not the time to calm down Chan!" Minho intervened, yelling. Chan halted his movements and sat quietly. Minho was panicking on the inside to what Jisung might do. Suicide was number one on that list. Minho had to admit that Jisung could be quite sensitive if anything happened to himself or something he loves. Like the one time, Minho spilled Jisung's cup of americano all over his newly bought sweater. Jisung didn't speak to Minho for three days as he tried to accept it. So, an incident as big as a breakup, who knows what Han Jisung was capable of. The three of them stayed in a deathly silence, with a terribly agitated Minho when the doorbell sounded.

"I'll get it," Chan volunteered. Neither nodded but he went anyway. Chan reached the door and opened it to reveal a disheveled young man. "May I help-" He stopped mid-sentence when the man's arm stretched out, aiming at Chan's thigh. Red dripped from Chan's skin as the young man pierced a pocket knife through the vulnerable skin.

  Chan shrieked out in pain which caught the other two off guard. Woojin and Minho got up from the couch alarmed. They saw Chan whimpering on the ground, clutching his thigh. More red falling from the wound. Woojin ran over to Chan, but before he could do so, he was punched in the face by the entering man. Woojin got knocked out and fell to the ground alongside Chan. "M-Minho-" Chan tried to sound out to a frozen Minho. The man continued to walk through the house towards Minho, who was trying to back away from him. The man took Minho by the wrist and dragged him off.

"Get off me," Minho shouted in fear, "let me go!" He was forcefully pulled out of the house and looked down at his two friends who were suffering. Chan was squirming on the floor, the pain from his thigh electrifying his whole body. Woojin, with a large bruise on his right cheek, was dazed. Hot tears appeared on his eyes at the sight of his friends.

"Please," Minho begged as he fell to his knees, stopping the man, "let me call the paramedics. Please...I can't let them die like this. Please! PLEASE!" Additional tears cascaded down his longing face. The man, feeling soft for Minho, apparently took out his phone and called the ambulance.

  The man spoke quickly on the phone and was soon done in two minutes. Minho laid hopelessly on the floor, tears falling steadily to the floor. He felt like a weak woman who had nowhere to run. Once the man was done, he took Minho's wrist again and got out of the house. The pair were soon dashing across the street in the cold evening air. Minho was struggling to catch up with the mysterious man, feeling so empty leading to his legs to be feeble, preventing him from doing further movements. Minho had no clue where this man was taking him. He was more concerned about Chan and Woojin, especially Chan who just got stabbed by this someone. Seeing his loved ones hurt, made Minho feel unbearable pain in his heart, making him lose the touch of reality. With that pain, he didn't realize the man's hood had fallen down, and his orange hair colour, struck a bolt of lighting through his shaken body.

"J-Jisung?"