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' Minho knew that if the men he was with before this weren't able to find him in time, he would most likely end up dead. '

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Chan, Changbin, and Jisung rushed into their car, the eldest of the three instantly starting the vehicle and driving off.

"Did any of you guys see the license plate?" Chan asked, eyes moving around the nearby streets to try and find sight of a fake police car.

The other two shook their heads, "No, Chan-hyung," Jisung started, "Holy shit, if I didn't do all of that to Minho.. this never would have happened."

The male raised a hand to cover his mouth, eyes wide in shock and disgust of himself.

"Jisung, please don't blame yourself right now. They weren't even real cops, maybe Minho had some bad history with them back then and they managed to find him." Changbin said.

Chan nodded in agreement. "All we need to do is find Minho, it'll all be okay Sung, don't worry."

The youngest nodded as he turned toward his window, looking around.

"They couldn't have gone out of the city right?"

The older two shook their heads, "It's not likely."

They continued to look around for what felt like hours, and they were slowly losing hope.

"If only Jeongin didn't take off his fucking collar, we could've found him by now." Changbin clenched his fists, biting the inside of his cheeks.

"Bin, c'mon now, don't blame Jeongin; he didn't knkw this would happen either." Chan sighed, as he moved to park on the side of the street, stopping the car as he sat back; hands falling from the wheel.

Jisung instantly looked at the eldest, "So we're just done looking? Why don't we look in the woods or something?!" He raised his voice, moving to go between the front two chairs.

"Jisung, I doubt they went there." "Who cares?! It's still worth to try! I don't want to find Minho dead, if we even find him."

"He's right, Chan." Changbin spoke suddenly, twiddling his thumbs. "I think we all have care for Minho, it's best not to back down now."

Chan rubbed the bridge of his nose once more, "We'll keep looking tomorrow, it's late; and I doubt they'd kill Minho by then."

Jisung opened his mouth to protest, but Changbin slapped his hand over it; shaking his head.

The quokka frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, pressing them together as he sat back; huffing gently. "Fine."

The three drove back home, opening the door. They looked into the living room, coming face to face with scared and worried faces of the other four men.

"We didn't find him." Chan began, "We're planning on looking in the woods tomorrow, bring your weapons, we're all going."

Jisung spoke up, "Does anyone have anything that belongs to Minho? I know Seungmin has the best sense of smell, maybe he could track it down."

Instantly, Jeongin stood up. "I still have his collar, I'm sorry for taking it off of him, but it's hidden in one of my drawers."