"hyung, no time to explain, come here quick!" renjun's static-filled voice ringed in jungwoo's ears, immediately catching his attention.
"why though? is there any reason?!" jungwoo asked, voice filled with panic, having no clue one why he wanted to bring him here.
"i saw donghyuck. he's been kidnapped! call...m-mark-hyung with you too..."
he immediately shot his head up at the reply. he took all of his belongings and walked out his apartment briskly. "send me the location, i'll be coming over."
he hung up and called mark, waiting impatiently for him to pick up the phone. the line rang for a good 5 minutes until his voice started to speak, much to his relief. "what is it, hyung?"
"we've found where he is, but i'm not exactly sure," jungwoo said firmly. "i'm waiting outside of your apartment, come over quick."
"which one of our friends found him...?" the firmness in mark's voice softened, brimming with gratefulness. "whoever he is, he saved my fucking life from depression."
"mark..." jungwoo sighed as he prepared himself for the incoming disappointment.
"yes, hyung...?"
"it was renjun."
no response was heard as mark hung up. immediately after, he reached the entrance of his apartment, much to jungwoo's confusion. mark's expression was stoic yet he was mad, and jungwoo could feel it, since it was something unnatural of him to do so.
"are you sure he saw him...?" mark queried nonchalantly, not believing in renjun's claims.
"look, minhyung, just because you have a grudge against renjun for who knows what reason, doesn't mean shit. we have to believe him here, what if he was right?" jungwoo sighed and said firmly. "besides, is he our enemy or something? he's also part of us, he won't do anything bad to donghyuck."
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renjun was not-so-patiently waiting for mark and jungwoo to come, as he hid behind a tree, looking keenly at whatever he could witness. he saw that the mask-clad man literally kicked donghyuck inside to a basement, resulting in him falling into the room with indeterminate depth. after that, he simply shut the trap door and walked away.
once renjun made sure no one guarded the trap door, he approached the the wooden panel, trying to pry it open as silently as he can. before he could so, a sudden blow knocked him off his legs. he winced in pain silently as he looked up in horror as he saw the same mask-clad man, looking menacingly at him, walking towards him with a wrench in his hand.
before he could say a word, another blow knocked him unconscious, him falling on the floor as everything fell into an oblivious blur.
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donghyuck cried as he bit the dampened coarse fabric for the hundredth time, desperately hoping to escape from sejun's clutches. he opened his eyes to be greeted with a stinging pain from his arms, and something...no, someone who was very familiar.
a blonde haired boy his age was knocked out unconscious, his hair covering his face, and his hands and legs tied up tightly. a wound was barely visible on his forehead, blood leaking out and tinging his forehead crimson.
donghyuck hitched his breath in distress as he recognized the blonde haired boy as renjun. he struggled as he tried to approach him, his hands and legs being tied up not helping. "innie...? wake up!" he cried out, but he was still unresponsive to his dismay.
"trying to wake your pathetic friend, huh?"
the familiar voice of sejun echoed in the basement's cracked walls, along with sounds of another man struggling. donghyuck's breath increased in speed as he saw the menacing image of sejun approach him, one of his hands grabbing another man's hair as he squirmed in his grasp.
"sejun, no! please...leave him alone, he didn't do anything..." the brunette started to cry as he begged for him to release his friend. his head drooped down in hopelessness, but he suddenly shot his head up as he heard another familiar grunt.
"s-subin...?! what are you doing to him...?!"
"shut the fuck up before i kill you along with him," sejun yelled at him as he threw subin next to him, who was almost rendered unconscious. "now, hyuckie, you know the drill. tell your pathetic brother to transfer all that cash to me or else..."
the douchebag trailed off as a smirk curled his lips, much to donghyuck's fear. sejun was blackmailing him with something he regretted doing a long time ago.
"n-no, please...don't do this...i don't want mark to get shamed on..." donghyuck's voice faltered as he desperately begged him to not release the specific blackmail. "please...i beg you..."
the thing was, the specific blackmail sejun threatened him to release was a sex tape of the two of them having the time of their lives 3 years ago. his brother, taeyong, had transferred a lot of money to him for the two of them to settle, but the moment sejun knew about the money, he locked donghyuck in his confinements and didn't allow him to see the outside world until he got his hands on the amount.
sejun kneeled down and brought his phone near donghyuck's face, smirking as he did. "i'll give you 5 minutes. if your brother doesn't transfer all the money to me, you're literally dead meat, you slutty whore."
a/n: i actually wanted this chapter to be something different (stan why don't we), but here i am lmao, writing a cliche desi scene. also, i'll be editing all the chapters soon, so that it would be in perfect condition and the plot and settings will make sense. so, i might suggest a little re-read after this book is completed and edited.
maybe i could even go for an award show, who knows? the ✨ possibilities ✨ are limitless (did i just make two nct references together? yes, yes i did.)
k so, 2 more chapters + an epilogue, let's do this bitches-
currently listening to: take me home by ateez, for life by exo.
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