TW: heavy language, fluff, mentions of trafficking
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YONGBOK'S POV:
Yes, I feel bad, I understand that Hyunjin is trying to help me but I don't understand why he's trying to help me. Therefore, for the sake of my best friend and I, I'll find out on my on. There's more to it than a 'they think you're my boyfriend and now they're after you.' Why are they after Hyunjin in the first place. What if I'm in danger, what if I'm being held hostage.
I look over to Jisung who stood behind me, he looked a bit nervous. I reached and grabbed his hand to reassure him that everything's going to be okay, we're in this together.
I got closer a bit to hear what the conversation was about but it was still unclear. I sigh to myself, this is a huge waste of time. I turned around to Jisung who looked at me in confusion.
🗣️: FELIX! FELIX! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
I flinched at the sudden noise and so did Jisung, I forgot we had these ear-pieces.
"Yes we can hear you, stop yelling."
🗣️: don't you ever fucking do this again, you hear me?
"Yea yea. I have to go, bye now."
🗣️: Felix!
"We have to keep moving, I can't hear the conversation so we're just wasting time."
"You sound just like Hyunjin." Jisung started to giggle making Felix shush him and grab his arm to keep going.
We stopped in front of a crowd full of people, they all looked nervous and forced to be in this area. Although, they were all dressed in tuxedos and dresses. What was possibly going on...
"Hyunjin, what is this?" I say into my ear piece.
🗣️: this was the trafficking I was trying warn you about. I was going to explain that we were going have to blend in, once they take you to the destination you will have to sneak into the red door in the far right, in the back of the ballroom.
"You hear that, Jisung?"
Jisung nodded. I could tell he was nervous, there was sweat slowly coming down from his the side of his head, he was also fidgeting with his tie. I grabbed his hand a giving him a small smile. Though, trafficking? What have I gotten myself into.
We slowly head over to the crowd of people and stood there putting on an act as if we were nervous. Even though we were shitting our pants at this moment.
Two instructors came in announcing that we had to move to another room. As we followed the crowd into the ballroom the first thing i spotted was the red door that had a lock over it. Shit. What are we supposed to do now.
