Hostage {ℍ𝕐𝕌ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾} -- DISCONTINUED

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Not edited; I am tOO TIRED and I promised an update today. Hopefully it makes sense~

Hyunjin's hand fell upon his own gun, movements as subtle as he could make them. The cover of darkness suited him well, right at that moment; it shielded his movements, preventing himself from potentially getting shot. Unlike Jisung, he really preferred to remain uninjured.

On that note, it really was a good thing he was the one who'd come.

He whirled around, his arm darting forward, hand wrapping around a wrist and shoving it up. The gun went off, the shot echoing all around them. His eyes widened as his assailant attempted to trip him. Whoever this was, they obviously had combat training.

Too bad he was their opponent; Hyunjin hadn't lost a hand-to-hand combat fight in quite a few years. He twisted his body around, using his grip on the man's arm to toss him over his shoulder.

Not giving the man the chance to get up, he stepped on his arm, prying the gun from his hand and poising it towards the man instead. Eyes trained on him, he reached for his phone tucked in one of his suit jacket pockets. It was time to remove the mask of darkness that kept his attacker's identity hidden from him.

The flashlight was momentarily blinding, the darkness that had once enveloped him fading away. His eyes narrowed. "Minho?" Minho squinted against the light, his face tense.

A moment of silence passed between the two of them. "...Hyunjin?"

He still didn't budge, suspicion rising up in his chest, smothering any common sense that might have pointed him otherwise. The two of them stared at one another, eyes increasingly narrow. "What are you doing here?" Minho asked, his voice laced with a strange sort of venom. "Where's Jisung?"

Hyunjin tensed, still glaring down at him, gun pointed at his head. He didn't want to bring it down despite every logical part of his brain telling him to. For once, he didn't listen to his own logic, his fingers curling even tighter around the weapon. "It doesn't matter." His voice came out harsh – harsher than he anticipated, but he couldn't quite bring himself to feel guilty about it.

Minho's demeanour changed, then, his eyebrows furrowing. "Is he okay? Did... something happen?" Hyunjin's knuckles turned white. He wasn't prepared for the anxious look that crossed Minho's face, though. Finally, he lowered the gun.

It would've been selfish to keep it to himself; he could tell, just by the way Minho had reacted, that he cared about him. A lot.

A bitter taste coated his tongue as he took a step back, flicking on the gun's safety and tucking it in with his own. He averted his eyes, keeping them trailed on the bright yellow sign a few feet away from them. "It was just safer for me to come."

Minho stood, dusting off the back of his jeans, his eyes trained on him. "... I see." His eyes were scrutinizing, like he understood something that even Hyunjin himself didn't understand, a soft frown playing on his lips.

Clearing his throat, Hyunjin crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you have?"

Minho blinked, and then nodded, his expression turning sombre. He reached into his own jacket and pulled out a thin folder. "There wasn't much, but... it's... shocking." Hyunjin quirked a brow at him.

Just then, a clap of thunder echoed above. Minho flinched, fists clenching before he whirled around, turning to stare up at the sky. Hyunjin followed his lead, eyes going skyward. Dark clouds writhed above them; his brows furrowed. He must not have seen them, already cloaked by the night sky.

"It looks like it's about to–" A drop splattered on the tip of his nose. He sighed, shoulders slumping. "Rain."

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