It had been a little over two hours since Minho met up with Minjun. He was now standing at the gate of the place Phana was supposed to be. Saying that the warehouse looked abandoned was too little; the place looked like that with just a little wind it would all fall apart. He took a deep breath and pushed the gate, which was now covered in rust because of the erosion, and with a decisive look in his eyes he entered the oh-so dreaded place.
His attitude might have looked brave but only Minho knew about the anxiety that was creeping up his spine, closing up his throat; only he knew how suffocating it felt.
But at the end of the day he was there for a reason. To save Jisung. Maybe he should have waited for the police to comunicate with him, to actually explain their plan to him and yet here he was, all by himself, in a completely unfamiliar city, ready to face off someone who could possibly kill him.
But you only life once, right? Maybe not.
Passing by the old looking gate, Minho stepped onto the gravel that covered the great majority of the ground outside warehouse. Looking around everything still looked old and dead, probably even more now. It seemed that the landscape was painted with using only several shades of grey, completely absent of any color and vitality. He did not think he needed to actually go and try to be furtive. That was actually the opposite of his plan.
"You called me so here I am, you piece of shit!" Minho shouted at the top of his lungs.
He came here to save Jisung, that was his only plan. If he needed to actually get himself hurt than so be it.
"Come on in! The door is unlocked!" A sickly sweet voice could be hear.
Although the voice sounded extraordinarily sweet, it had the exact opposite effect in the listener. It made Minho's skin crawl, it made his stomach turn, it made his adrenaline rush and, above all, it made his blood boil with hatred.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he took a deep, deep, breath and slided the door open. If he were to be honest he expected a way more gruesome sight. A few weapons here and there and old cans scattered around the place but he couldn't find any of those.
"You look surprised." Phana exclaimed with a "sweet" smile. "Oh, you didn't actually expect me to hurt Jisungie right?"
The inside of the warehouse still looked as old as the outside but not just as disgusting. The inside looked quite tidied up and clean. In the middle of the building stood a soft looking couch and a matching armchair right beside it. In front of the couch was a TV, not very new but not that old either. Minho could spend a lot more time looking around the place (because let's face it: it was actually pretty huge) but his mission, the reason he was there at that moment was right in front of him.
Laying unconscious on the couch was Jisung. He looked so peaceful but thinking about it, that was a reason for him to get nervous. Why was Jisung so deep asleep when he just shouted three minutes ago and Phana was casually speaking right beside him. Speaking of the dipshit, he was sitting on the armchair looking oh so calm.
Sensing some agitation from Minho's part, Phana glanced at him.
"I gave him some pills so he could sleep. He was causing quite a mess a few hours ago. It's okay, you don't have to worry, I'm studying medicine it won't hurt him." He said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"DON'T NEED TO WORRY?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"I was going to tell you to not scream because of the baby, but he won't wake up at least in the next three hours, so go off I guess." Phana chuckled a bit. "So... how come the place isn't surrounded by cops?"
"It's easy. I don't need them to deal with scum like you, they would only get in the way."
"Hmm quite brave I see... Maybe if you weren't "dating" my baby we could have been friends or even better! If we had met before I met Jisung maybe I would have fallen for you instead!" He thought out loud with a huge grin.
Creepy... Maybe he was really thinking out loud, that would explain why he was looking somewhere between the unconscious Jisung and Minho. Minho had to be fast, he felt like his members were frozing in fear the more he stayed in that place. Looking around to see if he could use anything to his own behalf, his eyes landed on a kitchen looking like division. It had a cooker, a fridge a water tap with a bucket under it and a couple of utensils to eat with like plates, cups and forks. That was actually odd... There was no knives or any other cutting obejcts on sight. But the thing that drew his attention the most was actually the window right beside the water tap. Bingo!
"Well maybe. I don't really have a type so we could have worked out." Minho replyed with a small smile, almost shy.
If he wanted Phana to do what he wanted and actually get him close to the window he had to play along with the psychopath.
"I... You're serious? I mean of course we could! And it's never too late why don't we get to know each other?" Phana looked extremely excited.
'What the actual fuck?! You just kidnapped my fucking boyfriend and now you want to flirt with me?" Minho thought to himself.
"Well, my name is Park Minho. I study journalism at Seoul University and I used to play basketball in highschool. My parents are divorced and I have an older sister named Eunbi. Your turn."
To everyone who knew it would be obvious that everything he just uttered were complete lies. He wasn't about to tell the story of his life to someone who could actually go bat shit crazy after his family and friends.
"Oh wow... I–I wasn't actually expecting you to tell me anything... I, huh... My name his Phana, my friends call me Pha and I'm from Thailand. I've been here since freshman in highschool so it's been a while. My life isn't really that interesting... Oh I also have a sister, but she's younger than me, she's actually still a baby!"
This Phana guy must have had a lot of people turning their backs on him because he's behaving like Minho is his first friend in ages. That's actually quite pitiful. But other thing that Minho also noticed was that Phana hasn't mentioned Jisung in a long while. That's probably good right?
"Oh no, I just realized! I'm an awful host! I didn't even offer you anything to drink! It's not like I have anything besides water... but if you want some I can get you some!"
And then he hurriedly got up to his feet to grab a cup of water.
"I'm really sorry I don't have water bottles here but it's okay! The water from the tap is not bad, I've been drinking it all day! Even so I would like to offer you something better than—"
Phana couldn't even finish his sentence when he was interrumpted by a loud sound followed by glass shattering.
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2) i really want to finish this "arc" as soon as possibly
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