Sasaeng Sister [In big roles: Sunghoon, Lee Know, skz, Ateez, Jungkook]

Chapter 9

"Could you check if the Wi-Fi is back?"

This time it was Felix who asked.

There was nothing else to say, so we talked about the Wi-Fi. Yeosang, Felix, and Bang Chan believed that the kidnappers' camera generated its own Wi-Fi, and the men had forgotten that it was set to have no password. Hyunjin, Yunho, and I thought that one of the men carried some kind of a module, and they simply didn't know we had a phone, so they didn't care to have a password.

What we knew for certain was that the Wi-Fi had worked when the men had been in the room or close to the room.

"What time is it?" Yeosang asked.

I tapped my phone.

"Almost nine."

San had been with them for three hours.

My stomach clenched. I didn't want to think about it. None of us did. That's why we had talked about Wi-Fi for so long.

Yeosang covered his face with a hand.

"I should have noticed that all twenty darts weren't there. And I should have handled the situation better when I saw the one in his pocket. And also, when they took him, I could have said something. I could have begged..."

Felix sat on the floor, leaning his back against a wall. He hugged his knees, head lowered.

"No. Don't blame yourself. You were the only one who tried to help. How did you even manage to stay so calm?"

Hyunjin bit the inside of his lip.

"Yeah. I was completely useless. Couldn't even think straight."

The bulb light flickered, adding to our desperation.

Yeosang inhaled deeply.

"I pretended that we were in a simulation. Tricking my mind helped me function, but maybe if everything had felt more real, I would have fought harder for San. I'm so stupid," he said.

Yunho paced to the door and back.

"You are not stupid. San is probably fine..."

He turned his back to us, secretly wiping away a tear or two.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

"Filina, is there Wi-Fi now?"

I hurried to open my phone. It slipped my grasp. Luckily, I managed to catch the phone from the air. Never before had I swiped the lock screen away with such urgency.

Just then, the iron door creaked.

Someone was slowly pushing it open.

My phone nearly dropped again as I shoved it under my shirt, pressed between my hip and the waist of my jeans.

I lowered my shirt only a second before a group of kidnappers entered the room.

Two men carried a limp body between them.

No.

A cold wave rushed through me.

No. No. No...

My heart thumped against my ribcage as if it was under great pressure and had to force itself to beat one more time, again and again.

I needed to lean on the wall because my legs went slack.

He couldn't be dead. It was not possible! They couldn't kill a famous idol just like that!

The kidnappers dropped him, and he fell in a heap. His head landed on his arm but slowly slid down, cheek pressing against the stone floor. He looked innocent, the way people do when they breathe softly in deep sleep, oblivious to the worries of the world. But San wasn't sleeping.