Bittersweet ≈ Seonghwa [NEW!]

Save You

My eyes kept glancing at the grand clock, awaiting the time I leave.

As soon as it was 9.45pm sharp, I stealthily slipped away from Taeyong's arm and out of the ballroom.

"North wing...it must be the opposite side," I lifted up the hem of my dress, running in my heels.

There are security guards lurking everywhere. Almost at every corner, I had to tiptoe my way around them.

I slipped off my fancy heels and ran, as I neared the North wing.

A few black SUVs were parked near the garage of the security house. Ugh, which one do I ride?

I notice two armed men loading the back of one of the vans.

It's the only van that has it's engine on. It must be that one. I waited for the two men's backs to be turn before sprinting across the garage and sliding into the back seat.

I kept my head down, flat on the floor of the van and buried myself in the darkness.

Whether Arin was setting me up or not, it's worth a shot. I ducked as the two men got into the front seats, putting on their seatbelts.

Before I knew it, the van started moving. The ride was bumpy but all I could do was pray that they don't hear me back here.

It was about an hour ride and soon the van pulled into a smooth road and stopped.

The very back of the van was opened and the men unloaded some stuff as I kept myself as silent and still as possible.

The moment I hear them leave, I peered out the window, into the darkness, and quietly crept out the van.

Again, carrying the hem of my dress like Cinderella running for curfew, I scurried into a dark corner.

The same two men came back, climbed back into the van, and drove off. It was as if they just delivered something. But now how do I get back?

I swept my palm across my head.

Ugh nevermind that. I need to find Seonghwa now.

The dull building that stood before me resembled an abandoned house. Overgrown weeds covered the front yard, moss was growing on the walls of the building and it looked seriously haunted.

Plucking up my courage, I emerged from the dark. My glittery dress shining from the moonlight's reflection.

I'm so not dressed for a mission.

With much difficulty getting my dress through the tall weeds, I managed to sneak into the building through a broken window, nearly tearing my dress in the process.

The sound of radio static could be heard from a room next to the entrance. I discreetly tried to go up the stairs but the minute it creaked under my weight, sent me flying into the nearest empty room.

My heart raced as a man from the static radio room came out, "Yo what the-?"

Another voice came from behind him, "Check on the prisoners."

I carefully peeked out from the room I was in and watched the man opened a trap door from the floor, and climbed down into the basement.

"So that's where they are," I whispered to myself.

I waited longer for the man to leave the trap door and back into his room.

Once he did, I tiptoed to the trap door. As silently as possible, I pulled the door open slightly and slipped into it.

That's it, I'm in the basement. It was really dimly lit, and rather than an expected basement, it was a long corridor of wooden doors.

I shivered at the cold draft.

"Hello?" I pushed one of the doors. It's locked. I pulled. Still not budging.

Ah! I have bobby pins in my hair. I pulled a pin out and strands of hair fell down my face.

I bent the pin a way that allows me to pick the lock.

*Click*

It worked! I could feel my heart beating in my ears as I pushed the door open.

"S-san?!" I exclaimed. He was tied to a chair, with his hands behind him. His head hung low, as blood dripped down onto his lap from his forehead.

I knelt down in front of him.

"Oh my god, you're here, you're bleeding!" I cried between tears.

His eyes looked up at me, and it widen as if he just saw a ghost.

San frowned, "You're alive?"

My hand reached out to his face, "What do you mean 'you're alive'? Of course I'm alive. Let me help."

I went behind his back, trying to untie the rope that was knotted so tightly it burned my hands to pull it apart.

"No no it's too tight," I cried, panic rising in my throat as I looked around the room for something sharp.

A blood stained broken bottle lay in the far corner of the room. I gulped as I picked it up.

"San, did they hit you with this?" I asked, my voice shaking.

He groaned, nodding his head.

With the edges of the bottle, I cut throught the rope, careful to not accidentally hurt San's wrists.

As I cut the other ropes off, he grunted in pain. He massaged his wrists that had dark red marks around it.

"San, where's Seonghwa?" I ask as soon as I was done.

He shrugged, "I'm sorry. I really don't know."

Seeing he was really weak, I wrapped his arm around my neck, helping him walk.

"We got to get out of here. I don't know when those guys are going to come back," I said as we climbed up the steps to the trap door.

I sat San down on the step as I quietly pushed the trap door open.

The coast is clear.

With so much effort and so much strength, I pulled San out the trap door door and we escaped through the same broken window I came in from.

We headed to the woods where our figures couldn't be seen within the shadows.

"San," I held his bloodied hand tightly.

He forced his eyes open, looking at my hand. I lifted his chin to look at me. Tears were dripping from my eyes. If this is what they did to San, did the others even survive?

"San, you've got to help me. You have to try to remember where are the others."

San gulped, breathing the fresh night air.

"Yeon-" his voice cracked. "You can't go back in there. We need backup. We need help."

I took out my phone from my dress pocket, "Ok, I'll call the police."

He shook his hand, "No, they're... they're alliances with SME. Call Changbin."

Changbin?