The Party That Killed || Hyunlix

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Jisung pov.
I felt the car finally come to a stop. My heart was racing because I knew this was it. The guy who kidnapped me opened the door and pulled me out of the car. My body was still tied up, and my legs refused to cooperate. I noticed there was a faint sound of the street in the background, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

He started leading me to a building. Darkness surrounded us on all sides, and I tried to relax somehow, but adrenaline was pulsing through my veins. As we stepped inside, I noticed it was quiet, as if no one intended to interrupt what was about to happen.

The kidnapper held me tightly and then forced me to sit in a chair. At least the chair was hard and stable, as I could feel my nerves stretched to their limits. As I tried to calm myself down, he pulled out his phone and started dialing.

“Boss, we’re here,” he said, and I tried to remain calm even though chaos reigned inside me. “Yeah, bring the rest. It’s time to carry this out.”

After those words, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “The rest”? What did that mean? I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew one thing — I had to find a way to escape before it was too late.

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Felix pov.
I was sitting on the couch, holding my phone in my hands. Faced with rising anxiety, I looked at Hyunjin, who was sitting next to me, gazing at me curiously.

“Hyunjin, I need to tell you something,” I started, trying to keep my voice calm. “Yesterday, we went to Jisung’s. We thought he might finally reach out because he hadn’t been at school for a few days. But when we got to his house, no one was there.”

He raised his eyebrows, clearly intrigued. “What happened? Did you call him?”

“Yeah, I tried calling, but nothing. He didn’t pick up,” I shook my head, my nervous movements only confirming my growing unease. “I thought maybe he went out, but this was taking too long. So we decided to check what was going on.”

“And what?” Hyunjin leaned closer, his interest growing.

“I called Minho to see if he knew anything. And he… said he saw Jisung at a gas station with some guy. He mentioned that Jisung was acting weird. At first, he thought it was just a bad day, but…” I took a deep breath. “Minho noticed that Jisung was quiet and somehow… scared.”

Hyunjin was staring at me, not interrupting. “That sounds serious.”

“Exactly. Then Minho told Changbin about the situation, and Changbin said it could have been a cry for help. Can you imagine? And I ignored him for so long, thinking it was nothing! What if he really is in danger?”

I shivered, my voice becoming more dramatic. “Minho said they’re trying to track him down now. They want to rescue him, and we need to help them.”

Hyunjin placed his hand on my shoulder. “We need to be strong. If Changbin and Minho care about him, it means they have a plan.”

I looked into his eyes, seeing determination there. “We have to act. We can’t wait. Jisung needs us now more than ever.”

Hyunjin nodded. “Let’s do it. We’ll rescue him together.”

I stood up, feeling adrenaline starting to pulse through my veins. Hyunjin followed me, ready for what was to come.

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Pov. Minho

We were sitting in the car, filled with tension and fear. Changbin was holding the steering wheel, and I nervously glanced around, my mind returning to the situation with Jisung.

“We need to call the boss before we head out. He needs to know what’s going on.”

I nodded, pulling out my phone from my pocket. I turned on the speaker and dialed the boss’s number. After a moment, we heard his stern voice.

“Yes, what happened?”

“Boss, it’s serious. Jisung has been kidnapped. We tried to contact him, but he hasn’t responded for a while. He’s not at school, and the last time I saw him was at a gas station with some guy.”

“Are you sure? This needs to be reported.”

“We reported it, but we need to act quickly,” Changbin added. “We think his phone might be tracked, so we’re heading to a designated location. We can’t wait for the police’s help.”

“Okay, go ahead, but stay alert. I’ll report it. Come back with Jisung.”

After ending the call, I looked at Changbin with determination.

“We can’t fail Jisung. We have to find him.”

Changbin just nodded, pressed the gas pedal, and we headed toward the indicated location.

As we drove, Felix and Hyunjin suddenly appeared on the road, waving their hands to stop us. Changbin slammed the brakes, and I opened the window.

“What are you doing here?!” Changbin asked.

“We want to save Jisung.”

“I heard about what happened,” Hyunjin added. “Jisung is our friend. We can’t leave him!”

“We understand, but it’s dangerous,” I sighed. “We don’t want you to get involved.”

“We want to be with you,” Felix said firmly. “We won’t give up until we find him. We’re in this together!”

Changbin looked at me, and after a moment, we understood we couldn’t leave them behind. We nodded.

“Okay, get in. But be careful. This is not a game.”

Felix and Hyunjin got into the car, and the four of us headed into the unknown, hoping to find Jisung with danger lurking on the horizon.

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Pov. Jisung

I sat in a dark room, a sense of panic rising in me with each passing second. I knew I couldn’t give up. I’d watched many movies and documentaries about kidnappings, and in each of them, one thing was repeated: the police can track phones. But the kidnappers know this too. They usually try to destroy or hide them to confuse the investigators.

I thought about my phone, which I had left in the car when that guy wasn’t looking. That was my plan. I wanted them to at least track the car, not me. If the police knew where the car was, they’d have a better chance of rescuing me. I learned from the mistakes of those who were kidnapped, and I understood that I had to act cleverly.

Thoughts of the kidnapper swirled in my head, who was getting frustrated with me because he couldn’t find my phone. He kept telling me I had to stop lying and tell him where it was. I could feel his anger growing as he said this with increasing aggression. But I couldn’t tell him the truth, as it would mean revealing my plan.

“Where is your phone?” the angry man asked. “Don’t be an idiot! Tell me where you hid it!”

“I have no idea where it is,” I tried to sound calm. “Maybe I left it at home.”

He looked at me suspiciously, and I had to control myself. I knew he couldn’t trust me, but I couldn’t give him reasons to get angry either. Over time, his frustration grew until he finally relented, taking a deep breath.

Finally, in resignation, he said, “Fine, you’re lucky. But if you deceive me, you’ll pay for it.”

He looked at me with hostility, and I tried to hide my fear. I hoped Minho and Changbin would find me soon. My plan had to work.

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Movie suggestion: Monster House (2006)