The next time Wooyoung opened his eyes, he felt just like when he did in that building in the desert. His forehead was throbbing and he felt dizzy. It felt like his head would explode if he moved even the tiniest bit. It took a moment before he managed to open his eyes.
»Hmm...« he grumbled and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He carefully lifted his head and began to look around. His surroundings were alien to him. He was lying on an uncomfortable, rancid couch that definitely belonged in the scrap heap. The couch was in a warehouse. It was another one like the one in which the group had nearly died. It was smaller and made of wood. Worn out old furniture was all around Wooyoung. A small collection of couches stood right around Wooyoung. He was lying on one of them, Yunho was lying on his side on a couch to his left, still sound asleep. Across from him sat the two eldest of the group, also asleep, with their heads together. Wooyoung sat up slightly. Jongho, Mingi and San lay side by side on the floor of the camps on a dirty red carpet. Concerned, Wooyoung stood up and looked at his group members. He didn't know exactly what had happened. Had they escaped from the mansion? He could only remember that he had suddenly become extremely dizzy and that everything around him was black. Had he passed out? Simply that way? He hesitantly approached Seonghwa and Hongjoong and gently grabbed Hongjoong's shoulder.
»Hyung?« Hongjoong didn't respond. His breathing was calm and constant and he seemed to be dreaming.
»Hyung, wake up.« Wooyoung shook the older one slightly, but he still didn't wake up.
»I've already tried.« Wooyoung jumped in shock and turned around. Yeosang crept through the dark shadow of the warehouse and peered out through slits in the wood. Relieved to see at least one of them was awake as well, Wooyoung exhaled and walked over to his friend.
»What happened?« he asked, but Yeosang didn't answer. Confused, Wooyoung stood next to the mint hair rings and also tried to look through the slits.
»Anything out there?« Wooyoung asked. Yeosang hesitated.
»I thought I heard something there.« he said, disappointed that he couldn't see anything, and then turned to Wooyoung.
»How are you feeling?« he asked, and Wooyoung had to find out for himself first. His head still hurt terribly, but the dizziness had eased somewhat since he was on his feet.
»It's okay. What happened?« he asked again and Yeosang shrugged.
»All I remember is that we wanted to run away, but the door was fake, so we were stuck in the small room.«
»I remember that too.« Yeosang considered.
»I think San smelled something, but then I got dizzy and passed out.« Wooyoung nodded. Wooyoung remembered exactly the same thing.
»Strange.« he murmured, hearing a low moan and looking at the others. Yunho had sat up slightly and Jongho was rubbing his forehead, his face contorted with pain.
»Fuck, I have a headache.« he growled, and Yeosang responded. He took one of the water bottles he found earlier and approached Jongho with it to give it to him.
»Here.« Jongho looked at Yeosang, a little taken aback, but then took the bottle, sat up carefully, and took a sip.
»Where are we?« Yunho murmured confused as he looked around and had no idea where they were. It reminded him of something, but he couldn't place the memory properly and had too big a headache to even try. Hongjoong slowly opened his eyes as well, and Wooyoung approached him with a water bottle.
»What the-«
»You okay, hyung?« Wooyoung asked, and Hongjoong winced slightly.
»God, you scared me, Woo.« Wooyoung grimaced slightly and gave the older one an apologetic look.

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