chan winced, limping away from the countless dead bodies that littered the ceremony hall. A meeting that went wrong, if you could call it that, and District nines leader, Chan, got caught dead centre, with an insane lack of protection except from one useless pistol he kept on his hip 'in case of emergency'. It was supposed to have been peaceful, afterall, it was a wedding. Minho and Jisung had prepared meticulously for their union, and in a matter of seconds almost lost their lives due to a miscalculation. Minho, however, is a little smarter than one would think. He sells himself short, but having grown up in wars, and district nine dutys, the sniper always has atleast one rifle hidden somewhere easily accessible if you knew where to look.

minho rushed over to chan, inspecting the gunshot wound on his thigh

"holy shit... You okay, boss?"

"im fine" he gritted out

"im gonna call innie, that looks painful!" minho said, reaching somewhere In his dress for a phone

"you'll do no such thing."

"chan hyung he's our only surgeon-"

"and do you understand what he'll do if he finds out I got hurt. You know what Jeongin is like, that boy would burn the world down if it meant I'd be happy. Don't call him, call felix."

"felix isn't half the surgeon jeongin is. Chan, I get you're worried of the consequences jeongin would bring but you know you'd have a better chance at keeping your damn leg."

"lee minho, I'm warning you."

"Han minho, now, actually, and I don't care chan. I'm not neglecting your needs because jeongins a little crazy." minho hissed, pulling up jeongins number and dialling it while chan cursed under his breath

(I'm not a shipper, hot got this idea from a random tiktok)