~ 𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕒 ~ (Minsung)

🔒Chapter 23 - Downfall🔒

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MENTIONS OF INJURIES

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3rd Person POV:

Tracking Jaehwa had been hell.

For a week and a half, Jisung and his team had chased ghosts—empty safe houses, fake addresses, blurred security footage. Jaehwa was slippery, always a step ahead, like he knew they were coming. But they didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

Hyunjin had barely slept, eyes fixed on his laptop screen as he traced financial transactions and phone pings, muttering curses under his breath.

Felix had chased leads through the underground, bribing and threatening the right people until one of them cracked. Seungmin dug through police reports, old arrest records—anything that could give them an edge.

And Jisung? Jisung spent every waking moment picturing Minho trapped with that bastard, and it fueled him like nothing else.

Then, finally, a break.

An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. High walls. Guarded doors. Just secure enough to be Jaehwa’s kind of place. They had one shot to get it right.

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The door slammed open, splinters flying as Jisung led the charge. The first gunshot rang out before anyone inside could react. Ethan barely had time to turn before a bullet struck his chest, sending him crashing to the ground. 

Jaehwa, however, was faster. 

He lunged for Minho, yanking him upright and wrenching a knife to his throat. Minho’s strangled gasp cut through the gunfire, his already battered body going stiff in Jaehwa’s grip. 

"Drop it, asshole," Hyunjin growled, gun trained on Jaehwa’s head. 

Jaehwa grinned, manic. "Oh, come on. You really think I’m letting him go that easy?" He pressed the blade harder, a thin line of blood appearing on Minho’s throat. Minho squeezed his eyes shut, body trembling violently. 

Jisung didn’t even think—he moved. A sharp bang. 

Minho hit the ground just as Jisung’s bullet struck Jaehwa’s arm, forcing him to drop the knife. Jaehwa roared in pain, clutching his bleeding limb, but he didn’t go down. Instead, he lunged, grabbing a gun from the floor and whipping it toward Jisung. 

Jisung barely dodged the first shot. The second grazed his shoulder, white-hot pain tearing through his nerves. But he didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. 

Jaehwa swung again, sending them both crashing to the ground. 

The world blurred into fists and blood. Jaehwa snarled, thrashing wildly, but Jisung drove his elbow into his ribs, knocking the breath out of him. His gun had skidded across the floor, just out of reach, and Jisung refused to let him get to it first. 

"Give it up, Jaehwa," Jisung spat, pinning him down. 

Jaehwa laughed, breathless and sickening. "You think he’s gonna be normal after this?" His bloody grin stretched wide. "You should’ve left him to me. I already ruined him."