Angel With a Shotgun- Pentagon Yang Hongseok

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Hongseok
"We have to get her back," I go to throw my hands in the air, but hiss at the stitches going through the tissues in my hand.
"Hongseok, sit still. You are getting stitches in your hand and I need you relaxed, so they can go in smoothly. Why the hell would you throw one of our nice wine glasses anyway?" Yanan exclaims, while keeping his attention on my hand.
"Okay," I sigh. "But seriously. Jaemin of all people? Yuto, please tell me you've tracked their location."
Yuto, who was sitting at the counter along Yanan's office with a computer, responded, "I've got nothing. Nothing."
"Then, we have to go to the Neo Group base," Hui butts in.
"But what if that is just a cover base?" Shinwon questions. "Honestly, you think they'd invite us to the base where they would keep her, which they would know would be an obvious hideaway?"
"That surprisingly makes sense. Pull up articles on Neo Group," Hui sits down with Yuto, looking intensely at the screen. Yuto's hands press a button multiple times.
"Stop! Look at this. 'Neo Group and Seventeen have conjoined as of October 21st.' How is that even possible? They've been re-writing the rules to help themselves," Hui stops Yuto from switching pictures. "They... Have a conjoined base."

Maya
I stood stiff in the shower, the water hitting my back. How could I even break this news to Hongseok? How could a girlfriend tell her boyfriend that the head of a rival group wants to have me help him lead him?
A knock against the window interrupts my thoughts.
"Maya, you okay in there?" Seungcheol's voice is loud through the wooden door.
"Just washing up," I state clearly.
"Seems like more than washing up. Meet me after you're done. I think we should go over the conditions of what you've agreed to," Seungcheol proposes.
"Fine. Now, go away."

The walk down the stairs to Seungcheol was almost dreadful. I did not want to talk to him.
"Maya, right this way," Jeonghan leads me to Seungcheol's office, closing the door behind himself, leaving.
"Maya, I don't think you know what you got yourself into, do you?" He looks to me, closing the book he had sat on his desk.
"What do you think?" I snarled at him, not wanting to deal with this. I sat down at the chair by his desk.
"Okay, so what you got yourself into doesn't mean you have to be my girlfriend, or wife, not by a long shot."
"Then, why the fuck did you kidnap me? I was happy where I was, but then-" A pain goes through my lower stomach, my hand rubbing the area. "Ouch."
"Are you okay?" Seungcheol's face drops.
"I don't know, but fuck, that hurt," I sigh, going back to him.  "Seriously, I just want to go home to Hongseok. I can't do much anyway, with my pregnancy, so your timing on top of everything else is shit, isn't it?"
"Maya, if you want what's best for you, stay here with Seventeen and Neo Group. We are among the best of the best. People barely know PTG, or they do but don't care. They aren't threatening. Don't you want power? It's time to make a decision: do you want to accept the offer of working alongside Seventeen and Neo Group, or do you want to stay with PTG?"
"Seungcheol, I really don't- Ouch," I rub the bottom of my belly. "I'll be right back, where is the bathroom at?"
"Down the hall and take a right. First door," He eyes me, carefully before making his way around his desk to help me up. "How about I show you?"
"Sounds like a better plan," I waddle out of the office, his hand guiding me, a sense of familiarity coming back to me.

"Seungcheol, get down from there!" I shout up the tree, where he stood on a branch 20 feet in the air.
"Dude, I'll be fine, look!" He started bouncing up and down on the branch.
"I'm worried though. Can you at least stop bouncing?"
"Fine, just for you, I will," he chuckles at me, before sitting on the branch. A crack starts off quiet before it falls to the ground, Seungcheol on the pile of broken bark.
I ran up to him, eyes wide, "How the hell are you alive?"
"Well, I think it's you who keeps me alive," he cups my chin, smiling. "Now, help me up please? I think I broke my arm."
"Of course," I grab his arm that isn't potentially broken and lift him onto his feet, grasping his hand.

"Hey, you alright?" His face of concern meets mine.
"Just thinking. You remember when you broke your arm?" I chuckle.
"How could I? You took care of me and took my desserts," he smiles gently, before clearing his throat. "Here's the bathroom."
"Thanks," I walk in, shutting the door behind me. Sitting the toilet seat down, I remove my pants, looking down."Seungcheol?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm going into labor. I'm bleeding."