Gunpoint Brave // Markhyuck

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He wasn't even sure if his hyungs were okay. What if they did something to them?

"Then I'll beat their asses..." Donghyuck muttered as he took a right turn following the longside of a warehouse. 

"--did you get it?"

Donghyuck stopped cold. 

Voices. VOICES. 

The cafe-haired quickly leaped into the shadows, peeking over a metal corner to see where in the hell they were coming from. His fingers and feet were numb from the cold of the rain, but all he could actually feel at this point was his heart pounding away. 

This was new.

Sure, he had been chased by a bunch of guys with guns and stood up to a bunch of perverts, but this was not any of that. He was either angry or with his hyung when things happened. Now, he was alone, scared, tired, and not at all ready for a fight. Jaemin had gone silent too, not uttering a word from the phone in his pocket. That was obvious, as they didn't want to get caught, but now it would really, REALLY be a comfort to have someone with him. 

"--they're dead."

"--and there was blood...oh, you should---"

Donghyuck held his breath as the voices came near. He panicked, grabbing the phone from his pocket.

"Jaemin. Yah! Jaemin-ah!" Donghyuck called as quietly as possible. The mic was almost in his mouth, "Speak! Say something idiot!"

Except he didn't. A chill ran up Donghyuck's spine as he realized the single most horrid detail at the worst moment.

His phone was dead.

A surge of emotions filled his chest and he bit his lip, putting the phone down as it was useless now. There were so many things he felt. The cold bit into his body as frustration made him do so into his now bleeding lip. His hands shook with fear whereas his legs slowly fumbled in exhaustion.

"--get them. Make sure they're gone, and--"

"--kill the guy..."

Donghyuck put a hand over his mouth and pressed his back into the metal wall. He closed his eyes and listened, voices coming closer and closer. The mud and rain only made their footsteps louder. The cafe-haired only shook in fear as he tried to desperately stop his panting and quiet down, as his life actually depended on it. 

"...those two are dead..."

S.Coups? Mingyu?!

He prayed and hoped they would pass him. He didn't have a gun and he was just so... so tired... 

Donghyuck could barely keep his eyes open. Unbeknownst to him, his nose was running and his eyes were blootshot. His cheeks burned red and his steps carried more weight. His body didn't just feel weak. It was as if something was making his muscles rot from the inside. The world suddenly felt super hot and the coldness went away. 

Flares of heat ran throughout his forehead like someone was ironing him. He let out small groans as he was failing to keep himself steady. He could feel his strength slipping away from him. 

Shit.
Hold on a bit more.
Just a bit...

"...so then..."

"---fourteen rounds in his head..."

Donghyuck mustered some strength to keep himself pinned to the wall and quiet. His heart leaped and his body grew hot and panicked at the feet coming right around him. He closed his eyes and prayed. If he gave up now, they would kill him.