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‼️ VOTE ENHYPEN ON MNET ON 22ND 12pm KST & IDOLCHAMP
Heeseung
The harsh, metallic clang of the door jarred Yuna awake from a restless sleep. She groaned, shifting on the cold, hard ground beneath her. Her back ached, and every muscle felt stiff from spending the night on the uncomfortable surface. She wasn't alone in her discomfort—everyone else in the cell stirred, groaning and stretching, their bodies equally strained from the night.
"God, my neck feels like it's been twisted backwards," Sunghoon muttered, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck.
Jay stretched his arms above his head, cracking his joints. "This is bullshit," he grumbled. "They couldn't even give us fucking blankets?"
Jungwon chuckled lightly, trying to make light of the situation. "Maybe next time we'll get a five-star prison stay."
Sunoo rolled his eyes as he rubbed his lower back. "Honestly, even a shitty mattress would've been better than this concrete."
As everyone groaned about their aching bodies, Yuna slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the sleep. She frowned as she scanned the cell, something not sitting right in her gut. She glanced around at the others, noticing they were all present except—
"Where's Aiko?" she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as the realization hit her. Panic flickered in her chest. She sat up straighter, her eyes wide. "Guys... where's Aiko?"
Heeseung's attention snapped to Yuna at the mention of Aiko's name. His heart rate spiked instantly, adrenaline flooding his veins. He shot to his feet, his head whipping around the cell as his eyes searched frantically for her. But there was no sign of her—no trace that she'd ever been in the cell with them at all.
"What?" His voice was sharp, bordering on frantic. "Where the hell is she?"
Jake, who had been rubbing his sore shoulder, paused mid-motion, his expression growing serious. "She was here last night. She didn't leave, right?"
"No, of course not," Yuna said, her voice tight with anxiety. "She was here with us."
Panic settled over the group like a thick fog, and Heeseung's face darkened with anger. His fists clenched at his sides, veins visible along his forearms as his jaw tightened. The uncertainty, the vulnerability of not knowing where Aiko was, sent a rage burning through him. How could they have taken her without anyone noticing?
"They fucking took her," Heeseung spat, his eyes narrowing with fury. "Where the hell did they take her?"
Jungwon stood up, trying to assess the situation rationally. "Okay, let's not jump to conclusions—"
Heeseung cut him off, his voice seething. "Not jump to conclusions? She's gone, Jungwon. What other conclusion is there?"
Yuna placed a hand on Heeseung's arm, trying to calm him down. "Heeseung, we don't know what's happened yet. Maybe they're just..."
