𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐒 & 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 🀥 [ᴍᴀʀᴋʜʏᴜᴄᴋ]

13 | 隐

Mark pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Jisung.

Mark:
Keep Renjun and Chenle safe. Tell Jaemin and Jeno to find Haechan. They must be near.

Jisung received the message. He quickly showed it to Renjun, Chenle, Jaemin, and Jeno. ❝You two,❞ he pointed to Jaemin and Jeno, ❝need to find Haechan. He can't be far.❞

Chenle's eyes filled with tears. ❝We should've gotten here sooner,❞ he cried, his voice breaking.

Jaemin and Jeno exchanged looks of determination and worry. Renjun, feeling the weight of the situation, hugged them both tightly. ❝Come back safely,❞ he whispered, planting a kiss on each of their cheeks.

Jaemin and Jeno gave him reassuring nods before they sprinted out of the room, determination in their eyes.

Jisung turned to the crying Chenle, gently wiping away his tears. ❝We'll find him. I promise.❞ He took Chenle's hand, offering comfort through his firm grip, and gestured for Renjun to follow.

He led them down to the underground basement, weaving through the dimly lit corridors until they reached a secret room. He opened the door and ushered them inside. ❝Stay here,❞ he said, his tone calm yet urgent. ❝You'll be safe.❞

Renjun and Chenle nodded, trying to hold onto Jisung's reassurance. Jisung gave them one last comforting look before exiting and locking the door securely behind him. He made his way back upstairs, his heart heavy with the responsibility of keeping the others safe.

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Mark crouched behind a crumbling wall, catching his breath amidst the chaos. The air was thick with dust and the sharp scent of gunpowder. The clash between NCT 127 and Seventeen's members had erupted into a full-scale battle, and Mark's mind raced with thoughts of Haechan. He scanned the scene, his eyes locking onto Taeyong, who was engaged in a fierce fight with Vernon and Wonwoo.

Mark sprinted over, narrowly dodging a spray of bullets. ❝Taeyong!❞ he called out, his voice strained with urgency.

Taeyong glanced back, delivering a swift kick to Wonwoo before retreating a step. ❝What's the situation?❞ he asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

❝Haechan's been taken,❞ Mark panted, the words cutting through the noise. ❝I need to go find him.❞

Taeyong's eyes widened momentarily, then narrowed with resolve. ❝I'll handle things here. Go get him.❞

Mark nodded, determination hardening his features. He turned and scanned the battleground, quickly locating Jungwoo, Yuta, and Johnny. They were holding their own against a group of Seventeen members, but Mark's urgent wave drew their attention.

❝Jungwoo, Yuta, Johnny! We need to move, now!❞ Mark shouted, his voice barely audible over the din.

The trio fought their way through, meeting up with Mark. ❝What's going on?❞ Yuta asked, his gaze intense.

❝Haechan's been kidnapped. We're going to get him back,❞ Mark said, his tone brooking no argument. ❝Whoever took him, I'll make sure they're fucking dead.❞

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Haechan's heart raced as he was thrown into the back of a van, his wrists bound tightly with rough rope. The blindfold they tied over his eyes was thick and unforgiving, plunging him into a world of darkness. His breaths came in quick, shallow gasps, the panic rising in his chest like a tidal wave. He could feel the vibrations of the van's engine beneath him, each bump in the road jarring his already fragile state.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, the salty drops soaking into the blindfold. He tried to calm himself, to think clearly, but the fear was overwhelming. Every sound was amplified in his blindfolded state-the creak of the van's metal frame, the murmur of voices from the front seats, the hum of the tires on the asphalt.

❝Please,❞ he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. ❝Please, let me go.❞

His words were met with silence, the oppressive quiet only broken by his own ragged breathing. He felt the van take a sharp turn, his body sliding across the cold, hard floor. His mind raced with thoughts of Mark, of the base, of the safety he had taken for granted. The fear of the unknown gnawed at him, making his hands tremble.

In the front of the van, he could hear muffled voices-Jeonghan and Mingyu, he recognized them from earlier.

❝We've got the boy,❞ Jeonghan said, his voice tinged with satisfaction.

❝Good work,❞ came a reply, the voice deep and commanding. It had to be Scoups, the leader of Seventeen.

Haechan's blood ran cold at the confirmation. He had heard of Scoups, the ruthless leader who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. The realization that he was now at their mercy sent a fresh wave of terror through him. His mind raced with possibilities-what did they want with him? Why had they targeted him? He thought of his friends, his heart aching at the thought of never seeing them again.

He tried to focus on the conversation, straining to hear more.

❝We'll bring him to the safe house,❞ Jeonghan continued. ❝What do you want us to do with him?❞

❝Keep him alive for now,❞ Scoups replied. ❝We need him as leverage. Make sure he doesn't try anything stupid.❞

The words struck Haechan like a physical blow. Leverage. They intended to use him as a pawn in their twisted game. He bit down on his lip, trying to stifle a sob. The fear of the unknown was paralyzing, each second stretching into an eternity. He didn't know what to expect, what they would do to him, and the helplessness was suffocating.

Haechan's thoughts drifted to Mark, to the way he had felt safe in his presence. He clung to that memory, drawing strength from it. He couldn't afford to give up hope, not now. He had to believe that Mark would find him, that his friends would come for him. The thought gave him a glimmer of courage, a small spark of defiance in the face of overwhelming fear.

As the van sped through the night, Haechan closed his eyes beneath the blindfold, focusing on the steady rhythm of his breathing. He had to stay calm, to think clearly. His life depended on it. The road ahead was uncertain, but he vowed to himself that he would survive this, that he would see his friends and Mark again.

He had to believe that Mark would come for him, that they would all come for him. And when they did, he would be ready.

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