secret² | seulyong

10 | strong-ass vulnerable door

"why the hell did your kick sound like a gunshot?"

junmyeon glanced at her and put up a teasing smile. "because i cheated it with my gun? how am i supposed to open an illegal vip room then?"

"suho this is a fucking club with a bunch of crowds in it!"

"ever heard of a silencer?!"

"you two stop arguing!" joohyun interrupted. "go outside and block all exits. there could be more of them or whatever. you know what to do," she ordered to the youngest.

doyoung nodded then rushed off to follow her instruction. she then shifted her gaze to bogum, who was already clicking through his keyboard before joohyun could say her order. "no cameras inside."

the leader clicked her tongue in annoyance. "the club knows what these scums are in to. they're on their side."

"man, so this is the view behind the strong-ass vulnerable door?" junmyeon chimed as the sight of three men and a beaten up ten appeared before them. seulgi rolled her eyes upon hearing junmyeon's comment and set her vision to ten.

he looked the horrible of all horrible. he's kneeling down the floor as two men are tightly holding on to him, red bruises on his face to which some are even bleeding, his eyes wide of fear but also dull for whatever reason he has for it to be.

"h-help..." he called out slowly.

the two's eyes then moved to the three other men in the room. they were all wearing faceless masks. the guy on ten's left sporting a bright purple hair while the one on his right had a soft chocolate brown color.

the man in front of ten however, had a different vibe within him. coolly sitting on the table with the gun clutched at his hand, his dark eyes stared straight at them. almost unfazed from their presence.

just like the two he was also wearing a faceless mask, with an ash brown shade painting his hair. to seulgi and junmyeon's  annoyance, he wore a fashinably good all black outfit: black jeans with a black graphic tee all with a black blazer for the final touch.

"so we have grape boy, one of willy wonka's factory products and... an ash?"junmyeon's comment almost got into seulgi's will to laugh but luckily she was able to stop herself.

"please... please, h-help me..." ten called out again. this time, with intense desperation in his voice.

"aw, these three bullying you hon?" junmyeon continued.

you're the one who sound like a bully, dumbass. seulgi's thoughts complained though it seems like they were too loud as junmyeon stopped to give her an offended look.

she avoided him then scanned through the room. briefcases, money, and syringes were scattered and a few more. they didn't seem like they stayed long but she was sure that they weren't here just now either. she looked through more and found two interesting and strikingly connected plants: hemlock leaves on the case while a trefoil flower sat idly on the chair from the other side of the table.

it's him.

trefoil.

"suho," she called out but the agent was too busy blabbering things and whatnot.

"suho!"

"i know," he whispered as he gave her a look, mentally planning what they need to do with his eyes. seulgi didn't really caught up with what he meant but it wouldn't matter anyway because once he makes a move she will just follow with what's supposed to happen.

"we're gonna save you alright? otherwise we wouldn't be able to get our paycheck," he added to which seulgi smacked him on his shoulder, tired from all his blabbers. a small moment of tensioned stares hung on between them.