my castle's crumbling... | park ji-sung x male reader

seventeen

30/10/2023, monday, 5pm

jisung stood in worry as he saw as cameras now pointed at m/n's direction. clicks sounded, flashes went off, blinding m/n. his eyes widened, his breathing accelerated.

he could clearly see it in m/n's eyes. even through the screen, that his castle was crumbling.

from the corner of m/n's eyes, he could see agents closing in on him. he assumed it was to bring him to "sign the form", agreeing not to use his powers, when he knew all they were going to do was shoot him in the head.

he panicked as all he could hear was the incessant thumping of his heart against his chest and all he could see was the flashes from the cameras.

he raised his hands out. "come and surround me in a wall," he commanded harshly as a thick wall of water shielded him like he imagined. "freeze!" he commanded again.

when the translucent thick wall of ice barricaded him, he closed his eyes and took 3 steps before he vanished.

and when he vanished in the translucent barrier, jisung felt his heart drop to his stomach.

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the last thing m/n had thought of was his apartment, which in hindsight was a bad decision since agents could be waiting there.

when he felt the cool flooring of his bedroom, he opened his eyes, a pang of dizziness hit him.

he rushed out of him room, stumbling into walls to find his roommates. rarely enough, olivia and eli did not have any cases that day, so they should be at home doing some reading up on latest cases. as eric was mainly work-from-home, all 3 of them should be in their own rooms. he first barged into olivia's room, just to find it empty. he then barged into eli's room too – empty as well. maybe they just received a case last minute. it happened way too frequently that m/n was not worried.

but when he barged into eric's room to find it empty as well, he felt shivers run down his spine.

recalling his gut feeling, he dug his phone out his pocket, going onto the private network to view the spy camera recordings, ignoring the incessant calls by jisung.

at 4pm, the video recording showed their main door being forced open with a battering ram. men dressed in black and white suits with sunglasses entered the apartment, charging into their rooms, and then abducting his friends. it was such a well-rehearsed plan that all that happened in just 2 minutes. from ramming the main door down to abducting his friends, it took just 2 minutes, a minute or even seconds faster than when neighbours would otherwise reach their own gate and see the commotion.

"oh my god," he murmured in disbelief.

and as his teary eyes investigated the recording, he finally caught a glimpse of the pin on their collar. the crest of the white house. they were the president's secret agents.

before he could figure out a counterplan, a cryptic message was sent to him. from the same number, a series of photos were sent.

one was sent.

then another.

then another.

and when m/n thought it was all, a video was sent.

then another.

then another.

they were picture and video proofs of his dearest friends, alive. and yet, on their necks were a mysterious collar, similar to that of a canine collar, but more sinister looking. they had wires sticking out the edges of the collars.