Cruel Reality [B1A4 Fanfic]

The First Win

A/N: Cj's performance clothes was like the one in the pic but is a bit more fitted at the waist.

Jinyoung's POV

"Hyung, do you think they found her by now?" Sandeul asked for the umpteenth time.
"I don't know. But I hope so. Noona hasn't contacted us yet, we just have to wait." I answered.
"For now, just focus on your comeback tomorrow." Manager hyung said.
"Let's do this guys!" I cheered them on despite the growing worry in me.
Sujeong was a nice girl.
She's like a little sister to us.
I bit my lip.
"Let's practice again." I told the boys to keep our heads off the stress and worry.
I hope she gets back sooner. And safe.

***

3rd Person POV

Oh Eunha picked up a black smartphone not too far from the 50ft cliff ahead.
"Can you track her?" She asked the private inspector who was hunched below her, tapping and searching the ground.
"They should be nearby. These tracks are new. Maybe hours ago. She probably has a companion." He answered.
Eunha bit her lip.
"We have about 3 hours before sundown. We won't see a thing in this woods after dusk. We gotta find her by then and when we do, call your private cops. We won't know who's waiting for us there." Inspector said and went off following foot tracks deeper into the woods.
Eunha cursed under her breath, blaming herself for not keeping Jung Sujeong in her eyes all the time.
She shook her head and followed inspector before she gets left behind.

***

Julie's POV

Jaesook dropped us off in an alley.
It was already dark.
"Do you know the way here?" He asked.
"N--"
"Yes." Jisha cut my words off and hopped off the vehicle.
"Are you stupid?"
"Bwo?" Jaesook turned to look at me.
"Why did you help us? Do you think we won't report you?" I seriously asked him.
He scoffed.
"I don't care what you do, now get off my bike."
I sat still looking at him.
"Get off!" He shouted anger clear in his eyes.
"Thankyou." I said. His eyes suddenly softened.
"For saving us." I finished my sentence and got off his motorcycle.
He drove off without glancing at us.
"Let's go. My house is a few blocks from here." Jisha said.

People looked at us.
I just noticed that we were all dirty and with scratches, wounds and blood all over our body.
I hid my face with my hair, the darkness helping a lot.

Jisha led me to a decent house that looked awfully similar to our house in Manila.
She went all the way upstairs ignoring her bewildered mother, or atleast I think it is her mom, who was staring at us with her mouth open.

"A-annyeonghaseyo." I bowed and hurriedly followed Jisha.
"Yah. That was rude to ignore your mother." I told her when we entered what seemed to be her room. Except there were two beds.

She ignored my statement.
"You can wash off first. I'll bring you clothes." She said.
I washed off all the dirt and dried blood, feeling relieved that I could finally relax.
I wore the shirt and shorts that she handed me.
These doesn't look like hers.
She was a good 5 inches taller than me but she was greatly proportioned.

I dried my hair as she washed herself.
I was looking at a picture of Jisha and a younger girl who seemed to be her sister, when the door opened revealing her mom.
I bowed again.

"She's in the bathroom." I said.
She just smiled at me and collected laundry from the waste basket.
"What's your name?" Her voice was warm.
"Jan-- I mean, Jung Sujeong imnida." I bowed again in respect.
I reminded myself I wasn't Jang Sujeong anymore.
She smiled warmly again.
"Jisha never brought friends before she--"
"What are you doing here?" Jisha stood there dripping wet wearing nothing but a towel.
"I collected your laundry. I'll be goi--"
"I told you before to never go inside my room. I'll wash my own clothes." She said and snatched the clothes from her mom.
I awkwardly stood there as her mom slowly went out disappointment and hurt in her eyes.