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Maze of Miroh- Chapter 13 “Unexpected Welcome”

Ahh here it is! Sorry for the long wait.

Because it’s been a hot second since the last update, here is how we ended last chapter:

“Minho!”

Jisung’s words were drowned out as he groaned in pain. His eyes shot opened and he looked up to see a strange blonde overlooking his slumped body, a fox like grin etched on his face. The stranger opened his palm to reveal a small golden object dangling from his hands and Minho’s heart sank.

His locket.

“Finders Keepers” the boy sneered, his fox smile getting bigger and bigger.

“Hey!” Minho yelled, quickly standing up. “Give that back!”

The fox boy looked down at the locket, then turned back to Minho, eyes holding a mischievous glint to them. “Ooooo tempting…but I think I’ll pass. Think of this as payment for not killing you guys on the spot.” Despite his severe words, the fox like grin seemed to be permanent on his face and he gave Minho a cheeky wave before dashing off in a blinding speed.

Minho let out a small growl and shot up, chasing after him despite his members yelling at him to come back. He locked eyes with the strange blonde who noticed Minho following him and begun running faster, almost catching up to him. The thief noticed this and gave Minho a playful look

“Alright” he could hear him say “You wanna play? Then let’s play pretty boy.” His voice was light but Minho could hear the homicidal tone to it “Let me welcome you to The Under.”

Minho could still hear Jisung and the others yelling after him as he chased the mysterious thief down, but made no attempt to stop. His only focus was on the figure in front of him and him alone. His eyes were locked on their back as they continued to lead down a darkened path.

In hindsight, Minho knew that it was a wrong move in chasing after the thief. He was still a newbie when it came to fighting and he already could tell the thief in front of him was more than adapt at fighting than he was. He knew the stupid locket Hyunjae gave him was not worth endangering himself, but he didn’t care. Part of him wanted the locket back ...badly.

Not to mention he was rather pissed off that this fox boy thought he was just some quick score.

After running down another turn, Minho saw the blond tilt his head to the side slightly, locking eyes with him before a fox like grin appeared once again. Minho glared back and huffed in annoyance at his offhand, taunt.

“This guy hasn’t even broken a sweat yet”

And it was true. Minho thought he, himself had amazing stamina. He may not have a lot of strength, but in just the few short weeks he was a part of SKZ, he could already outrun everyone in the group but Felix.

However, dealing with this thieving blond, Minho realized that he was actually getting tired. Meanwhile the thief didn’t seem to mind at all, and as if he could read Minho’s thoughts, the boy smirked backwards, pointing a finger at him. “Getting tired old man?”

Minho took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing and not sound so out of breath. “You…wish” he panted. Dammit.

“I’ll give you some credit though.” The annoying blond said again, ignoring his obvious attempt at hiding his fatigue “Not many can keep up with me.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment” Minho snapped back.

But Minho began to grow worried. How much longer did he have in him? They must have been running for at least 10 minutes now and the young thief ahead of him showed no signs of stopping. Sweat began dripping from his forehead as the rounded another corner and his heart sank realizing he had another problem on his hand.

With every step, and every corner ran, he got further and further from the others. And after the 20th turn made, he suddenly didn’t know which way he came from which spelt bad news for Minho. Especially when they are about to step foot in a supposed underground thug city.

He needed to regroup with the others… and fast.

Minho grit his teeth as his attention went back to the blond running ahead of him. If he couldn’t catch up to him, he was going to need to stop him in his tracks.

The runner quickly reached inside his pocket for anything that might help his situation. Anything that might help ensnare the thief in a trap. Just then his hand bumped up against a small, cold object in his pocket and his eyes blew wide open, remembering. He pulled out the object and looked down at it. It was a miniature bomb that Hyunjin had given him just before they left for the Under

*flashback*

Grabbing the last of his stuff, Minho closed the door behind him and turned to head back towards the meeting room. But before he could take a step farther, he felt an arm grab him, thrusting his body backwards. His eyes were met with Hyunjin’s small ones, and before Minho could ask anything he felt Hyunjin slip a few cold objects into his hand, closing it and shoving it back into his pocket.

“They are small, but it packs a punch.” He mysteriously explained “But be careful….they react instantly when thrown against something so make sure you aren’t too close to the blast zone”

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Minho stared down at the small object, a small plan forming in his head. His worried expression now changing into that of a smirk and he knew what he needed to do.

He just needed the perfect spot.

“You spacing out old man?” the boy called out again.

Minho looked up and locked eyes with the thief, his gaze unreadable “Nope. Just thinking!” he called back.

The two rounded another corner and that’s when Minho saw it. He had lead the two of them into a rather large clearing, with the only two exits begin that in which they came from and where they were heading. Not to mention lots, and lots and lots of rocks.

This was his chance. A small opening, almost like a door with rocks overhead laid on the other side of the room. It was a perfect spot. And San’s only exit.

Minho clutched the miniature bomb in his hand, readying his arm for the wind-up. If he was going to do this, then he needed to hit his mark first try.

Just a little closer.

Once he got in range, he knew the time was now. Minho quickly threw the mini bomb as hard as he could, just over the opening, and like Hyunjin promised the bomb activated instantly, exploding the rocky wall and ceiling above. Rocks and boulders began to crumble down in large chunks, covering the opening. And before the blonde could slip through, a large chunk of ceiling fell over the opening, blocking his exit completely.

The thief seemed somewhat shocked at the turn of events, and Minho took this chance to stop and catch his breath as the room around them shook.

The boy slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes locking and staying with Minho’s the entire time. He looked at him with annoyed expression on his face, but then a second later gave him a toothy grin as he placed his hand on the back on his neck.

“You are just FULL of surprises aren’t you?” he tried teasing him with his lighthearted tone, but Minho wasn’t having any of it.

The blond didn’t seem to be making a break for the exit behind them so Minho took this chance to check him out further. He certainly had a baby face, but from closer inspection Minho realized he wasn’t much younger than himself. He had longer hair than him, strands covering his eyes somewhat, and hair bleached blond with his darker roots started to show. His face was narrow and sharp and Minho stood, rather amazed. He really does look like Fox.

The young thief let out a chuckle realizing Minho was checking him out and winked at him playfully “Like what you see pretty boy? I’m not one for old men, but for you I’ll make an exception.”

Is he…Is he flirting with me?

Minho rolled his eyes and scoffed “We are practically the same age so why are you calling me old man?!”

The blonde let out a light laugh, suddenly taking up stance, and preparing to fight. “You move just like one.”

“Do not!” he argued childishly.

The blond suddenly vanished from Minho’s sight before he could get another word out and it took his brain a few more seconds to realize. All of a sudden, he felt the boys presence behind him, like he suddenly appeared out of thin air and a quick, harsh punch to his back caused the older boy’s body to crumble to the ground. Minho winced in pain as he recovered, and rubbed the lower half of his back. He heard footsteps beside him and looked up to see the younger boy smiling at him with his fox like grin.

“Well, in your defense.” he said suddenly “Compared to me, everyone moves like an old man”

Minho bit his tongue and quickly shot himself back up, aiming a leg towards the boys head. The boy seemed unfazed and again vanished from Minho’s sight in a blur of smoke. His leg swung back around and landed on the ground without hitting anything. His brain began working in overdrive, trying to figure out just what the hell was happening, but before he could, another heavy impact hit him now in the side. Minho’s body staggered backwards a few steps and locked eyes with the rather playful blond who looked like fox, playing with its food.

What exactly is going on here? He thought “Why does it seem like he just isn’t there any-“

“Confused?”

Minho snapped his head back to reality and looked at the thief who was now leaning on a rather large bolder that fell in the explosion. Minho looked at him with annoyance and puzzlement on his face.

When he didn’t answer, the blond tilted his head to one side, an almost shocked look on his face. “You really don’t know do you?” amazement in his voice

“Know what?” Minho snapped

But the blond seemed too preoccupied with his own grief to care about Minho’s annoyance. He dramatically threw himself on the rock in exasperation. “Just my luck! Out of all the powerhouses in your group I pick the newbie to play with.”

The boy began slapping himself playfully on the forehead “Stupid Stupid Stupid”

This rubbed Minho the wrong way and he felt anger rising in his throat. “You don’t know me” he spat “so don’t act like I’ve already lost this fight.”

“Ahh!” the blonde’s innocent face was almost comical as he looked back towards Minho, sliding off the rock. “But you see, you already have lost this fight!” he shook his head in mocked sadness “You don’t even know that you are fighting a Miracle and yet you still think you can come out on top?” he shrugged his shoulders loud and theatrically “Sad really.”

Minho’s eyes went huge. A Miracle? He is a Miracle?

That would make sense. His incredible endurance. Minho couldn’t come anywhere near him. And he swears the boy is vanishing from his eyesight every single time like he disappears into thin air.

Like he could read his thoughts, the blond looked back at him, but his expression wasn’t playful anymore. He was serious, gazing at Minho with a sense of disgust aimed at him. “Do you understand now? If you intend to fight me, you’ll die.”

Minho felt goosebumps on his skin as the thief’s words finally registered in his brain. This was bad. The Order? Fine. Mindless Agents? Cool. Even fighting Hyunjae was more ideal to him at this moment then fighting a super human powered battery cell with sociopathic tendencies.

His body screamed at him to run the other way, but he quickly swallowed the fear as best as he could, gulping loudly. He began remapping everything Jisung has been teaching him in the practice room as well as what his own instincts were telling him. He fell into his own stance, and tried to match the blonde thief’s immense intensity.

“Unfortunately for you,” Minho hissed “I recently made the stupid resolve to never quit so I won’t be leaving until I get what belongs to me”

And just like a switch, the blonde’s serious expression melted away into that of a sly grin.

“Your funeral.”

And then just like that, the thief vanished from Minho’s vision once again. But Minho expected this. He quickly lifted his arms up to the side of his face, baring himself where he hoped the Miracle was aiming. A swift punch to the gut made him realize however that he guessed wrong and his body bent over as he revolted spit onto the ground.

But it wasn’t over yet. It seemed his attacker was keen on kicking him while he was down as he felt the air around him shift again. Minho spun around expecting a kick in his back, only to feel a hard stinging pain explode in his face as he was flung to the side, and hitting the rocky wall behind him.

Minho’s body crumpled to the floor, but he quickly recovered himself and stood back up facing his opponent. He could feel blood trickle down his face from where he was kicked but did his best to ignore it.

This was his new life. Blood, sweat, and dirt, and if he was going to fight Hyunjae and The Order, he was going to accept that and become stronger.

Minho tried to quickly scan the area around him, trying to think of a plan, but it seems that his opponent wouldn’t give him the chance as he vanished once more from Minho’s sight and suddenly appeared in front of him, knocking him squarely in his jaw, and sending him flying.

However it would seem he was not done yet, and before Minho’s brain could comprehend the pain from the first blow, the blond appeared overhead of him and kicked him hard in his stomach again. Minho’s body crash landed so hard into the ground the gravel below him crumbled, causing in indent in the floor.

He was getting his ass kicked and quickly needed to change the tides of this battle. His body erupted in a volcano of pain and as he rose, he let out a few ragged coughs, littering the ground below him in specks of blood.

Alright. Now I’m pissed off

His eyes latched onto the younger boys and he glared daggers into him as he shook himself. The younger boy gave a hearty laugh and turned around, his back facing Minho “4 hits from me and you can still stand!” he whistled “I’m somewhat impresse-“

The boy’s words were cut off as Minho’s fist made contact with the side of his face, sending the lanky figure flying.

It took almost all of Minho’s strength to hit him with that amount of force but to his dismay, the blonde quickly recovered himself, landing on all fours nearby. Minho noticed a large bruise forming on the boy’s right cheek however and gave the boy a small smirk. Guess his hit did something after all.

“You were saying?” Minho’s voice was rough with pain but he still managed to smile as the thief felt the side of his face and took pride as he saw the boy wince in pain.

Minho’s small victory was short lived however, and he saw the blond practically growl at him launching himself forwards and towards him. He raised his arms just in time to block the boy’s right leg from hitting him right in the face, but the experienced fighter took advantage of Minho’s unprotected lower half and swung his other leg against Minho’s own.

Minho, acting on pure instincts, quickly jumped up, causing the boys kick to miss and latched his hand into the blonde’s hair, pulling back roughly in an attempt to distract him long enough. But the plan failed, as the younger boy took this opportunity and pushed Minho’s body with his own, propelling them both forward. His back landed with a dull thud on the ground below. He gasped, needing a moment to breath, but the soft sound of unsheathing metal hit his ears and he knew he was in for it now.

Minho quickly reach at his side and whipped out his small dagger just in time to clash with the blonde’s curved short sword that seemed to appear out of nowhere and silently cursed at the pure size difference in their weapons. Since he was still new in the fighting world, Minho was still not permitted his own weapon, like Jisung’s electronic knuckles, or Felix’s twin daggers. Hell he wasn’t even allowed his own gun yet like Hyunjin or Changbin. Something about learning how to fight without a weapon in case you don’t have one or some bull shit like that, but he silently cursed at all of them wishing to have one of those things in this very moment.

The fox boy smiled down at him, almost like he was enjoying the fight. He could feel added pressure as he was trying to overpower the elder, but Minho wasn’t having any of that and they both struggled to overpower the other. Then an idea hit Minho and he looked up at him, quickly kicking the younger boy off of him.

This caught the younger boy by surprise and his body landed off near the wall. Both boys stood up, panting hard as neither took their eyes off each other.

It was the other boy who broke first and gave Minho a smirk “Okay scratch that. I am mildly impressed now.”

“Speak for yourself” Minho spat, bracing himself for another round.

But to his confusion-and annoyance the boy seemed uninterested in fighting at the moment, taking his chance to check Minho out closer, his eyes narrowing in slight excitement. “What’s your name?”

His question caught Minho off guard and he let out a puff of exasperation, clearly annoyed at the supposed bi-polar thief. He wasn’t seriously asking for his name here and now?

When Minho made no attempt to answer him, the younger boy motioned towards himself with a small smile “My name is San.” He said “Local resident of The Under.”

Minho scoffed, unable to keep silent .“Has anyone ever told you that you are crazy?” he asked.

San ignored his comment and motioned him again “Now tell me your name” he urged quickly.

He seemed so serious. So sincere.

Minho glared at him, untrustworthy “None of your business” he snapped finally. .

Still unbothered, San winked at him “So spunky” he teased “Look I don’t want to kill you.”

“Then don’t!” Minho harshly snapped back, relaxing his body slightly. He raised his hand to point towards his chest where his locket rested. “Return me what’s mine and I’ll walk away!”

Minho was so unbelievably pissed off by now and he knew that San could tell because the younger boy only smirked and dangled the locket between his fingers before giving him a side smirk. “Fine. Have it your way. You want this?” he motioned to the necklace “Then come and get it”

Minho launched himself forward with quick speed, but San expected this and did a quick side step. But Minho was quick on his feet and mocked the move, following the younger’s movements.

This seemed to surprise San for a split second, but he quickly recovered himself before Minho could take advantage of his confusion. Once again, San seemingly disappeared from his vision and he felt a kick in his back.

Minho felt his body impact with the ground but quickly recovered himself by pushing himself up by his hands. He spun around and kicked San hard in the face with his boot. But to his dismay, San grabbed hold of his boot and spun Minho back around so that his face was flushed against the younger boy’s chest. But before Minho could comprehend what San had planned, he felt a cold object pressed up against his cheek. Minho let out a loud gulp, knowing the feeling of a knife against skin too well now.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to kill me?” Minho challenged.

San let out a chuckle, bringing his lips to Minho’s ears as he caught his breath “I said didn’t, not that I wouldn’t” he growled. “Fun or not, I am a guard of The Under” the blond continued. “And you sir” he added with added pressure to the knife “are a trespasser.”

Minho struggled against the boy, ashamed that his strength was being over powered by someone younger than him. “I… ugh… we are here for help!” he exclaimed.

San’s grip on him held steady but the pressure of the knife soften slightly “Help?” he asked, genuinely intrigued. ”What does Bang Chan and his righteous group of good-doers need from us?”

“The Order” Minho began explaining through huffs “We stole a virus from them but we need someone by the name of Dowoon to help figure out what it does”

“Four-eyes?”

“Chan said he lives down here with you all.” He continued to explain in desperation “We need to speak to him!”

If I can get him on our side….

San seemed to be processing Minho’s words for a brief moment and Minho used this chance to break himself free of San’s grip, throwing his body backwards in a jerking motion. He spun back around to find San standing still in the same spot, eyes glazing over like he was thinking of something far away.

He began mumbling something incoherently, and Minho strained his ears forward to hear what the younger boy was saying.

“….Maybe this time….”

Minho titled his head, trying to figure out what the boy was talking about, but before he could ask, he saw San’s serious frown quickly change back into an almost painful smile, shaking himself, as if tiding himself of whatever thought he had. He turned his gaze back onto Minho and just like that, the old San returned, a ghost of a sly smile on his face.

“Sorry beautiful” he chirped “Last time we trusted someone from up above, it ended up biting us in the ass.” He explained, pulling out his short sword and lowing himself towards the ground. “We WON’T make that mistake a second time!”

And he vanished.

The next thing Minho knew, he felt an excruciating sense of pain coming from his right cheek.

“Agh!” his hand flew to his face as he cradled his wound and fell to the ground. A sticky substance covered his hand and he knew he was bleeding. The pain was so sharp, so excoriatingly painful that it took Minho a second to realize San was still standing behind him, weapon in hand, staring deviously at him.

Acting on instincts alone, Minho pushed himself off the ground and away from the thief, hand still cradling his wound. He stared back at San who licked Minho’s blood off the sword, his homicidal aura spiking. He vanished again but this time Minho knew what to do, and quickly raised his arms, using his small dagger to bare the short sword before it swing down and sliced him again.

San pushed himself against Minho, the two boys matching their strengths.

“Out of everyone” he suddenly said “you are one of the fastest I’ve faced.”

Minho grunted against his blade, weapons shaking as they both vied to over-power to other. San pushed his head towards Minho as he began to gain favor.

“But now I’m going to have to show you REAL speed.”

Suddenly and without warning, San pushed Minho away, crouching low on the ground and launching his body forward. As fast as his body would allow it, Minho quickly side steps to the side, just barley managing to avoid a fatal slice of San’s sword. Minho grunted in pain as the weapon still managed a small slice in his side but stayed light on his feet as San quickly spun around, chasing after him.

Minho began running backwards, trying to avoid San’s barrage of swings. But he knew it was pointless.

With all that he was, Minho was nowhere near as strong or as fast as San was. If he didn’t think of something….and fast, he really was going to die.

And as if fate answered his calls, Minho tripped over an unseen rock behind him and his body stopped abruptly, landing on the ground. Nearly a second too late, he quickly rasied his dagger up, blocking San’s attack once again. The smaller crawled onto of the older boy, hovering over him as his sword threatened to cut his throat wide open.

Shit Shit Shit he thought, struggling against his strength. This was a different San than from before. Maybe earlier he was just toying with Minho, but everything about this San here and now was much more powerful. Much more dangerous.

I need to think of something….and fast

All of a sudden, like a gift from the gods, Minho spotted something passed the thief’s head and a plan began forming in his own head. He just needed to be smart about this.

In hopes to distract the homicidal thief, he quickly let out a hearty laugh, bluffing arrogance.

San seemed to notice this change in him because he felt the knife being pushed against his throat harder now.

“What are you so smiley about eh?” he taunted.

Minho let out a small chuckle, all too aware of the knife at his throat. If he was going to do this, he needed to do it now. “Oh you know” he said “Just how I’m going to get my necklace back.”

Minho watched as San’s face contorted in a variety of emotions from confusion to annoyance and then finally settling on his ever famous fox smile. “Oh? And how do you plan on doing that? Running?”

“Nope.” Minho said, still smirking “I know now that I can’t ever outrun you”

“Then how do you plan on taking your necklace back?” there was a hint of uncertainty in the younger blonde’s eyes, as Minho’s confidence threw him off key. He slowly reached inside his pocket, feeling a familiar object, cold in his hands.

“Like this!” Without missing a beat, Minho ripped the locket hanging around San’s neck, pulling it off roughly. But before San could retaliate, he quickly threw another one of Hyunjin’s small bomb towards the ceiling, farther off and kicked San off of him, jerking him right into the direct line of rocks that were now falling down.

The blond, for as fast as he was, couldn’t move out of the way fast enough and his body vanished under a large pile of rubble.

The roaring from the bomb devoured the room and Minho was left to sit there in an almost calm silence as he waiting for the noise to die down. Eventually the rumbling stopped around him and he was left alone, a pile of rocks next to him where San had been.

Minho could barely believe what just happened. It actually worked. A stupid plan of his actually worked. His body went numb from the pure adrenaline pumping through his veins, and he stayed completely still, as he stared at the damage he had caused.

“Minho!”

A familiar voice broke Minho out of his trance, and he widened his eyes as he recognized Jisung entering in earshot. He tilted his head over his shoulder just in time to see the young brunette bolt into view, Chan and Woojin in toe in from where he originally came from. They finally had caught up to him. Minho gave the group a sheepish smile and a halfhearted wave, knowing he must have looked like crap from his fight. He saw the pure sight of relief on Jisung’s face before it settled back into an angry one, running up to him.

“You idiot!” the younger scolded, slapping Minho on the top of his head before offering a hand to help him up.

“I know I know” he mumbled.

“Do you?” Jisung challenged “because I’m started to think you really just are all beauty and no brains!” he rebuked glaring hard.

“Let me see you” Woojin said urgently, moving Jisung aside and cradling Minho’s face gently while observing him. Minho felt Woojin gently rub his thumb against the gash on his face that San had given him, and after a few tense moments he heard the elder sigh, removing his hands from his face.

“Well you don’t need stiches but I expect that pretty face of yours will now have a scar.”

“Good” Jisung grumbled “Maybe it will make him smarter…”

Minho felt a smile tug at his lips as he heard their stern, yet concerning tone. He nodded his thanks and turned his face to Chan, who was a bit slower in walking up to them. Minho was somewhat shocked to see him with such anger in his eyes, but he reminded himself that his anger was much warranted. Suddenly Minho felt very ashamed of himself. He ran off, he endangered the group, he was incredibly reckless and could have gotten himself killed. Not to mention almost ruining their plan in finding Dowoon.

Of course Chan was going to be angry.

“Hyung I-“

Minho’s words were cut off as a sharp slap sounded through the room. It came so fast that it took Minho’s brain a few more seconds to register the stinging pain on his face. His eyes looked at both Jisung and Woojin, who gazes were unreadable as they looked the other way. His eyes then found Chans and noticed his hands were shaking as he clasped them on Minho’s shoulder, bowing his head just below his shoulders.

It felt like years had passed to Minho when his leader finally lifted his head back up and stared hard at him.

“I already deal with enough idiots who run around without thinking…don’t make me worry about you as well”

Minho gulped hard, his eyes widened slightly at the pure intensity Chan was giving him. He nodded slightly and mumbled a quick apology before breaking apart, noticing Woojin stepping closer to the rock pile in which San was now crumbled under. Minho felt his heart weigh down with even more guilt. It was small enough impact, and the rocks weren’t too big, but Minho didn’t know anymore.

He watched as Woojin grabbed San’s hand which was sticking out from a gap and felt for a pulse on his wrist. Minho waited in tense silence as the doctor did his checking.

“Is he?...” he was unable to finish. Part of him hoped the younger boy was still alive. Thief or not, he didn’t deserve to die

But to Minho’s relief the black haired doctor shook his head and stood back up. “Don’t worry. He isn’t dead. Just unconscious. It takes a lot more than some rocks to hurt San…trust me”

Minho stopped dead in his tracks. Did he hear that right? How did Woojin know San’s name? He doesn’t remember saying it.

But before he could open his mouth and asked, the sound of voices and fast approaching footsteps hit Minho’s ears and he saw Woojin turn back to the group. “But that is the least of our concerns. We need to get out of here and fast.”

“But what abou-“

Woojin shook his head “No time. The Under doesn’t take too kindly to those who attack their own. We need to hide and find another way to the city”

Minho felt a hand grab his and turned to see Jisung lock eyes with him. “Are you okay to run on your own?” he asked, quickly squeezing Minho’s hand in response. Minho just looked at the younger boys eyes and found himself lost for words…..again.

What was with this stupid idiot squirrel boy and his even stupider pretty eyes and why was he making Minho’s brain stop half the time?

After another squeeze Minho mentally shook himself free and shook his head in response. “I can do it.”

But before any of them could take a step towards the door, there was a loud explosion behind them. Minho turned his head to see the other opening that he had blocked to keep San trapped had been blown free. Bodies began to pile out, each holding guns, running towards them. “There!” one voice yelled “They are over there!”

“Quickly then!” Woojin snapped.

They began to sprint towards the back entrance, Minho wincing as he felt the injuries from his fight scream at him. They were almost there…just a little closer.

Just then, from the shadows, a lone figure stood tall and still. They drew their weapon, a single longbow and knocked it with a singular arrow.

“Not so fast intruders!” the figure called out.

The arrow flew over their heads and with a drop of his stomach he realized where it was aiming. His eyes then fell down to Woojin’s back, knowing that the elder was in trouble being at the front of the pack. He froze in his tracks, eyes wide with fear.

They are going to explode the ceiling right above the entrance like I did with San….

“Woojin!” Minho screamed

The arrow hit its mark and the way they came was suddenly in an explosion of dust and rocks. This impact was 10 times the size of Hyunjin’s bombs. The whole room was shaking and he couldn’t hear anything over the sound of roaring. Gravel and large chunks of rock started to fall all around them and he unintentionally grabbed Jisung’s hand in fear. Both Woojin and Chan seemed just as shocked and confused by the sudden attack and to his dismay, didn’t see the large chunk of rock heading straight down for Woojin.

Minho’s body went into overdrive and pushed himself forward letting go of Jisung’s hand.

If he gets hit by that…

Chan seemed to notice this as well.

“Wooj!”

Being the closest to the young doctor, Chan quickly pulled back on Woojin’s sleeve, yanking him backwards with all his strength. Woojin’s body was flung back towards them and out of immediate danger, but the action of pulling Woojin back as hard as he did caused Chan’s body to propel forward.

Minho could only watch in terror as a large piece of rock fell down, hitting Chan on the head. His body slumped to the ground instantly and his heart froze he watched more rocks falling overhead.

“Hyung!” Jisung screamed

Woojin recovered himself quickly and turned back around, horror written as clear as day on his face “Channie!”

Woojin sprung himself forward and grabbed a hold of Chan’s limp body, pulling him out from the cross fire. But before Minho could breathe a sigh of relief, both of their bodies were lost in a cloud of dust and smoke.

For a few brief moments, no one moved. The room still shook, but it was getting quieter and quieter. Men dressed in green suits began to surround them but made no moves.

The perpetrator who shot the exploding arrow stood by their only exit now.

As the dust settled, Minho quickly scanned the area for two friends and felt his blood run cold when he couldn’t locate them. Jisung was beside him, frozen stiff with his own terror and Minho latched his hand onto his again, trying to both find strength and to give it.

After what felt like too long, his eyes finally landed on Woojin’s large frame sitting on the ground. Minho heart lurched as he then saw the elder boy cradling the body of their dear leader.

Both Jisung and Minho sprang forward, landing besides a rather freaked out Woojin whose eyes were wide with fear. The elder lifted his head when he felt Minho’s presence and locked eyes, tears threatening to spill down his face.

“M-Minho!” he cried “Chan! He…He….the boulder….it hit his head...” Woojin was full on sobbing now. He was inconsolable and Minho found himself quickly and quietly stroking his hand in comfort as Jisung checked Chan for a pulse.

Minho didn’t tear his gaze from Jisung’s as the younger’s gaze kept searching and searching. Finally after a few more tense moments he let out a loud, sigh of relief. “The pulse is weak, but it’s there. He is alive.”

Minho watched as Woojin looked down at the unconscious blond and cried into his shoulder with relief. “We are okay Channie.” He mumbled inchoately, rocking his body back and forth.

“We are okay”

Movement in the corner of his eye caught Minho’s attention and he knew they were far from okay at this moment. The sound of footsteps drawing near snapped his body in action and he slowly rose from where he was knelt on the ground, standing protectively over the three of them as Jisung took care of their hyungs.

It was the figure with the longbow. He appeared from the dust, his face covered by a dark hood, and said nothing, but stood very still as the two faced each other. He had a silently deadly aura much like Hyunjae’s and Minho gulped, his body still screaming from his last fight. The figure took a step closer to them, causing Minho to snap back and focus at the moment on hand.

“Not a step closer” he growled, blocking the figure’s view of his members.

The rather tall figure stopped a few yards away from the group. He still said nothing, but turned his head slightly to look at the pile of rubble that San’s body laid under and quickly snapped his head back at Minho a few moments later, his dangerous aura spiking suddenly.

“What are you doing here?” the voice was dark and menacing.

Minho raised a hand in the air to show a sign of peace. If Chan was out of commission and Woojin wasn’t in good state then he would be the one to negotiate. He is the next oldest after all. “We come from up above.” He started “We mean no harm, and only wish to find someone who lives in The Under-”

The figure interrupted him with a scoffed and motioned towards San’s unconscious body as fellow soldiers began to dig his body out from the rubble “You claim to be in peace and yet you do this to one of our own?!”

“In my defense” Minho disputed back “He started it.”

“Enough!” the figure yelled with a wave of his bow. “You!” he pointed to a nearby solider. “Take San and him-“he motioned to Chan’s body, still unconscious in Woojin’s arms “to the Healing Quarters!”

“Sir?” the soldier asked tentatively “Are you sure we should be bringing them-“

The solider was cut off as the ordering figure quickly cut his chest wide open with the sharp end of his bow. The solider let out a scream of pain and slumped to the floor. His body was quickly picked up by another solider who stood there awaiting the rest of his orders “Have Yunho check them both out.” He continued “And you-“he motioned towards the rest of them “you all are coming with me! The boss will want to know that we have SKZ rats’ scurrying in our home.”

Minho gulped. This was not going according to plan at all.

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