Heart Strings |Hyunlix|

연약하다 - Fragile

Minho exhaled slowly, his fists clenching at his sides as he desperately fought to keep his composure. 

Jaehyun noticed this and smirked. “Minjun, don’t push him too much. He might start crying” 

Minjun raised a brow. “Oh, you mean like how he wept over Jeongin? Now it’s his precious baby brother”

Minho’s face twisted with rage as he glared at the two. “Say one more word about my brother, and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to use that filthy mouth of yours ever again” 

Minjun chuckled darkly with a twisted grin and stepped closer as if to test him. “Or what? What are you gonna do? Come on, Lee, from whom are you protecting him? Daehyun isn’t even here, and let’s be honest, your brother’s wasting that pretty little face of his. Why not let us have a turn? You can even keep his little friend for yourself” 

That was it. Minho didn’t even hesitate as he jumped ahead, and his fist collided with Minjun’s jaw so hard the guy hit the ground with a sickening thud and groaned in pain while clutching his face. 

Before Minho could step back, the rest of the group rushed at him and tackled him to the floor. They swung their sticks and threw punches, the first kick slammed hard into his side before more followed. 

“You fucking piece of shits!” Minho snarled through the pain. “You better kill me, if I get up, none of you are walking out of here” 

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Hyunjin glanced around the room, double checking to make sure he hadn’t left anything behind. When he saw everything was in its place, he stepped out of the changing room, feeling the comfort of fresh clothes clinging to his skin after a long, relaxing shower. 

He was almost at the door when a faint groan, followed by some muffled yelling, reached his ears. He stopped and listened, but the sounds quickly faded into nothing. Thinking he’d imagined it, he shrugged it off and turned to walk down the opposite hallway. 

Then, out of nowhere, a loud crash echoed through the hallway, followed by the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. He froze as his eyes widened in panic. Without wasting another second, he spun around and headed in the direction of the noise.

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“You fucking pieces of shit, I told you never to fucking say my brother’s name again!” Minho yelled as his fist slammed into Minjun’s face,  with every hit blood splattered everywhere.

A sickening crack was heard through the chaos as a bat collided with Minho’s shoulder from behind. The pain shot through him almost instantly, but he refused to let go of the guy as he continued to land punch after punch. 

Glass shards and blood littered the floor, some of the men lying unconscious while the rest fought to pull Minho away from the now nearly unconscious Minjun.

After a lot of struggle, they finally managed to shove him to the ground and began kicking him. 

Groaning in pain, he fought back with every ounce of strength he had, but two men pinned him down, using their legs to hold him still. The other two kept kicking, and his body screamed with each impact. He struggled, but it was no use— his strength was slowly fading. Just as the pain was about to consume him, a voice reached him from a few feet away through his foggy mind.