DEAD END『ULTRMRi』

『 seven 』

_taken, 5:56am_

Jaehee struggled to get a hold of Jumin. She was up, taking care of some late paperwork and wanted to check on Jumin and let him know about the meeting. However, when she didn't get an answer from him, she called Yoosung. She didn't start to leave her apartment until she filled out everything. 

The ringtone woke the blonde as he was sleeping peacefully in his bed. He opened his eyes and whined, grumpy from just waking up. Yoosung picked up his phone, groaning from tiredness. However, his voice was light and awake as he answered. 

"Hello? What's up?"

"You live near Jumin right? Oh well, it doesn't matter. He isn't answering his phone. Will you please go see what's going on? I tried to call Seven but... he didn't answer either."

Yoosung nodded, but then remembered that he was on audio only. "Okay! I'll go check."

He pulled on some shorts and a shirt, clipping his hair as he ran downstairs and out of his front door. Jumin's house was only across the road, so he ran over, only to find Jumin laying on the ground, a let still in an open car door. The car was Seven's, so why was he in it? Hell, why was he in the passenger seat?

"Jumin!" Yoosung panicked, and helped him up. Yoosung groaned, trying to support Jumin as he pushed him back to sit in the car seat. 

He worriedly looked over the other and saw a towel wrapped around his abdomen, soaked with blood. 

"Shit, shit, shit..." 

Yoosung dialed Jaehee's number and shouted to her what had happened as he looked around  frantically for the car keys. Jaehee began to panic as she spread the news to the others. 

The blonde found the keys near the driver door. He hung up as soon as the keys turned the ignition. Yoosung stomped on the gas as hard as he could, speeding off onto the quiet highway.

Jumin groaned, his head moving to the side as his hand moved to rest on his wound. 

"Luciel... Luciel.... Luciel....!!"

He jolted up and looked around frantically with tears pouring down his cheeks already. Jumin saw Yoosung driving and just pulled out his phone. He dialed Seven's number, hoping his phone would be on him. 

"Please... Love.. Love, pick up.. please...."

Yoosung heard a vibrating noise and opened the cup holder to see Seven's phone buzzing. His eyes trailed to Jumin and he saw tears running down the other's cheeks as he held the phone up to his ear. 

"What happened?" Yoosung asked, his eyes now focused on the road again. His hands were shaking as he drove.

Jumin put his phone down, his eyes blurring with a large wave of tears. He covered his face with his hands, sobs racking his body. 

"This.. is all my... fault...." He looked at Yoosung, his body trembling violently. "Luciel.. he was kidnapped when he was going to take me to the hospital..."

Jumin rested against the seat, his sobs getting worse by the minute. He kept muttering sorry and I love you over and over again as he tried his best to keep himself from screaming at himself. 

Yoosung stepped harder on the gas. He was close to tears as well―Seven was his closest friend―and he gripped the wheel tighter. 

Finally he pulled into the hospital and slammed the door on his side, and went to the passenger side to help Jumin out. He struggled to support his weight, but he managed.