Gunpoint Brave // Markhyuck

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Please... please...

"...go then--"

"..ah.."

Donghyuck let out a gasp as the footsteps passed, freely breathing and panting as his head weight a thousand pounds. His face fell into his hands as tears of small relief mixed with the raindrops landing on his body. He was really regretting being an agent. 

What if he messed up? What if he died useless? What if he couldn't stop the assassin? Up to this point, he had done nothing but sit in an office and get lost in a warehouse yard. To add to that, he was probably the sole reason the mansion was shot up now. And--

"---swore I saw something here."

"...you sure..?"

Donghyuck gasped. He clamped a hand over his mouth but it was too late. The shine of lights invaded his vision and he covered his face with his sleeves.

"Who are you?" A deep, intimidating voice sent Donghyuck's mind on red alarm.

He bit his tongue and kept silent. 

"I think he's #%&%##^**)*))()...." 

Donghyuck could barely make out what they were saying.

Shit. 

His legs began to fail him as his world was shifting back and forth along with his balance. He couldn't keep his arms up either, so he slumped his head down and let his arms hang by his side.

I'm sorry, Jaemin.

Donghyuck closed his eyes, ready to die.

"Listen to me. What's your name..?" 

Donghyuck opened his eyes, suddenly held in an embrace with a small-framed body like his own. He didn't respond. Not wanting to be exposed. He slowly wrapped his arms around the person with the last of his strength, ready to use all of his remaining energy to strangle them to the best of his ability. 

"Don't try..." Donghyuck's small resolve to kill the person dissolved as they ran a sharp blade down his spine.

One wrong move and it would end here. Donghyuck began to panic, his head hotter and senses weaker.

"Listen to me..." The voice was higher, more youthful than the voice he heard first. 

Donghyuck remained silent. The blade was right over the vial parts of his spine.

"If you want to live..." The person said. "Tell me your name."

Donghyuck was too exhausted to fight at this point. He could barely say anything. 

"...h-hae..chan...." he mumbled as his vision began to blur. It was too hot.

This is it. They knew his name. He was gonna die.

But, that didn't stop him from hearing the next words out of the person's mouth. 

"Daddy, this is my friend Haechannie! He's a newbie and he lost his mask. Please help! He's really sick---"

Donghyuck blacked out.

---

A painfully dry cough jolted Donghyuck awake.

He was in pain, aching from head to toe like he was in a high-speed collision. His lungs were almost cracking on the inside from the dryness. However, he didn't feel the cold rain or the mud on his body. Instead, he was on a concrete floor with a woven blanket over him. He squinted as he could see a fire not that far away from him. It burned amber gold and toasted his face a bit. His body was no longer as hot as before.