Safe Heaven

Chapter 17

Oh Sehun stares at his own reflection through the mirror of the room that Krystal and him once shared. A week has passed since that day he met up with his father and there were still no sign of her until, well, today. He looks at his freshly new tattoo on his chest and sighed before pulling a grey tee over his head, and walked out of the house with his leather jacket on.

His car comes to a halt outside of EXO's hideout, and he smiles when he sees everyone gathered around. Well almost everyone except one. Dylan. The name rang in his ears.

"Your father's men found her." Kris says, teeth gritted. EXO loathed seeing the tattoo that was peeking from his collarbone but the boys knew that he had no other choice. Sehun nods and asks, "Where?"

"Incheon. West. 100976." Kris says, his lips lifting slightly.

"Well, what are you guys waiting for? The next Christmas? Let's go!" Sehun turns around to rush out only to be pulled back by Luhan and Kai.

"Not so fast Sehun, we want to look for Krystal as much as you do, but we had fucking enough seeing you go to the dark side. So I suggest you sit the fuck down, and come up a plan with us, before anyone gets hurt." Newton says.

"Period." Mino confirms.

"We adore Krystal as much as you do and would want to contribute something the least in the process of searching for her. To see you go to your father's den every night wasn't easy you know? We felt useless, betrayed and I just ..."

Sehun cuts Suho off.

"Hyung-"

"Sehun, please." Jessica speaks with a frown.

"Sit your ass down, Oh Sehun. We can't afford loosing another one." Minseok says, and he obliges to the eldest one.

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Oh Sehun pulls his golf cap and gives an eye signal to the rest of his pals.

"3," He utters.

"2,"

"1!"

With that being said, men from every corner of the shipping cartage, sprinting towards the warehouse that was just next to the harbor. He looks up at the sky and breathed in the salty air. Today was the day where he gets her back, and he doesn't plan on leaving until he gets his beloved Soojung in his arms again.

Shooting a glare to the enemy directing a bullet towards him, he releases his loaded gun towards them and they fall to the ground with a single shot.

He couldn't stop running. As soon as he entered the huge warehouse, he ran and ran, punched, kicked, slitted, slaughtered anyone that came in his way. If anyone were to see him at this state, now they would understand why he earned the nickname of "the cold-hearted mafia" in the underground.

Sehun hears a series of clapping behind, and he turns around with hawk eyes, watching the figure before him closely.

Tough luck, it was the Kwon Haesun himself.

Chucking, the old man muttered, "I had expected to see the leader of the Dragons to come himself but what a surprise do I get? A Raven in my very own den? Now that's gold!" He made a motion with his finger towards the darkness and more men appeared with bats, guns and metal steel.

Sehun didn't waver at all. He didn't flinch even the slightest bit. Call him a Raven after all.

Not caring about the other figures, he muttered, "Where is she?" venom clear in his voice.

Kwon Haesun smirks and pulls out a gun from his expensive jacket. "You'd have to get through me first."

Sehun blew a raspberry and sighed to himself. Did he really now?

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His boots thuds under his feet as he searched through every single room in the warehouse, searching for the other blonde head. He groans in frustration when he sees no other living soul in the building other than his people and punches the metal wall next to him before plopping onto the floor, hopelessly.

As he leaned his head onto the wall behind him, that was when he heard some odd voice coming from the other side. His brows knitted together. Standing up hastily, he touches the metal before him and asks himself. Could it be ...? He presses the wall and to his surprise, it opened! His amused face was then soon replaced with a frown when he sees the scene unraveling before him.

A man over his woman.

A man kissing his woman.

A man basically rubbing his crotch off his woman.

Now that's definitely not okay.

"Son of a-" Sehun quickly went over them and pushes the male aside, his gun dropped aside after seeing the scene before him. He cups Krystal's tear-stricken face and moulded his lips against hers, wanting to rub the bastard's sensation off her lips for good. He was so into it, that he had forgotten that there was still a conscious man waiting to pounce on him right behind.

Krystal takes the initiative and quickly takes the gun by Sehun's side and shot the man, shocking Sehun as he turned to look at the now dead corpse of the man who tried to touch his lover.

"Who the fuck is he?" Sehun growls as he gathers her frail body in his arms, shooting glares at the dead body.

"Sehun," Weakly Krystal says.

Sehun averts his attention to her. He stares at her long and good, eyeing every single detail that was etched on her face. Her blonde hair now gone and replaced with a dark shade of brown, chopped off the ends. Her used to be glimmering eyes that shined with hope, no longer there as they turned dark and hopeless, just waiting for her life to be taken away, and her lips, her red lips that was probably abused by the man that was on her before Sehun came was dark red in color and he hated the fact that someone had the nerve to touch his property.

Krystal looked tired.

He leans his forehead towards hers and smiled. "I've got you now."

A soft chuckle emits from her lips. "Took you long enough."

Sehun looked at her, long and hard. "Did they touched you?"

Shaking her head she smiled and says, "I didn't let them even if they wanted to, until that very last minute when he had a gun to my chest."

"That basta-"

"Shh." Krystal utters, her lips directly over his.

"He's gone now, and that's all that matters."

Sehun gave her an eyesmile and nodded, enthusiastically.

"Sehun?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Take me home."