Golden Boys Must Burn || 8TURN

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

He said that so cavalierly, and I had no idea what we could do. Being taken hostage again was the last thing I wanted, but I didn't want Myungho to get hurt.

"It'd be a shame to ruin that dream baseball career you got going," said Won-sik in a final warning but Myungho didn't budge, and I didn't have the strength to drag him along with me. We weren't going to get out of here, were we? Won-sik steadied his aim.

"Y/N," uttered Myungho, barely a whisper. "When I move, run the other way." And he pressed a foot back in the ground like he was readying himself to sprint forward. I couldn't believe he was going to do this. Even if he did manage to tackle this guy he was still going to get shot.

But I never had to find out what would've happened when something hit the back of Won-sik's head. The impact made a sickening sound and Won-sik went down, revealing a stunned Haemin behind him, holding a metal baseball bat. The three of us continued to stand in shocked silence for a moment, though the gang member groaned but didn't get up, which at least answered our question. Not dead, then.

"Hope you don't mind," began Haemin, sounding a little dazed. "But I found this in your car."

I considered the bat.

"My car was locked," said Myungho.

"I accidentally smashed a window."

Well that sure sounded convincing. Myungho eyed Haemin with a narrowed gaze, and Haemin eyed him right back. Then Myungho sighed and seemingly let whatever it was go. I didn't think either of us were going to complain at this point.

"Thanks, I guess."

Haemin bobbed his head in understanding, and the two of them shared another look, though this one didn't look like some stupid macho thing. I was still in a state of processing.

"I called the cops to around here when I saw you speed off over the bridge," informed Haemin, and now that my ears had finally popped, I heard nearing sirens. He looked past Myungho to me. "Are you okay, Y/N?"

His voice shook then, and he looked at me with such genuine worry that it brought me out of my own shock.

"I am now. Thank you Haemin. Thank you both." I smiled at Haemin, suddenly not even remembering or caring why I was angry at him. But of course in the state I was, my mind had to zero in on the most random little facet.

"Why have you got a lighter sticking out of your pocket?" Haemin didn't smoke.

He looked down, like he'd forgotten it was there, and looked up sheepishly. "No reason."

"I actually gave it to him," said Myungho.

"Why?"

"No reason."

Then Haemin awkwardly handed it over to Myungho I didn't bother asking any more questions. Boys could make literally any situation weird.

Myungho's phone buzzed, and the moment he checked the text, his face angrily contorted. He looked like he wanted to hit something. And from the glimpse I'd caught of the text, I understood why.

"I'll bring the car around, Y/N," he said quietly. "You can wait in there and stay warm until the ambulance arrives." He eyed the bat Haemin was holding one last time, as if to say: "You keep that ready just in case Won-sik so much as flexes a pinky", stormed over, kicked the gun away, then stormed back to the parking area's direction.

Standing between Haemin and where Myungho was going off in the opposite direction, I didn't know what I should do. I knew what I wanted to do, but I owed Haemin too.

"Go after him," said Haemin. "I'll be okay. This guy's head's bleeding, and the cops will be here in a minute."

"Are you sure?"