DEAD END『ULTRMRi』

『part two, one』

_desolate, 1:34pm_

× one month later × 

Yoosung had his phone to his ear and was listening to the people on the other side. 

"So you've triangulated Luciel's location?" He asked, slightly confused. He didn't want to ask Jumin, since the man was finally getting a good night's sleep in the month Luciel was gone. "So you're close to finding him," Yoosung nodded. 

The police confirmed it and then hung up. Yoosung sighed, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. Finding Luciel was going slowly since whoever had take him only sent a picture each week. 

Disgusting images filled Yoosung's thoughts and he let his mouth droop. 

Jumin hummed softly as he sat on the couch. Due to his anger issues, he started taking medicine to control himself. He got up and walked over to Yoosung, smacking him on the chin with a look of disgust. 

"Any news on Luciel?" He asked, his eyes hopeful yet lost. If they didn't find him... he'd be lost forever. He wouldn't know what to do with himself or his life anymore. 

Yoosung eyed Jumin warily and nodded, rubbing his chin. "It seems the police have triangulated his position. Probably gotten a general idea of Luciel's location."

He yawned and laid his head down on the desk. Maybe he could take a nap, he had been fretting over the phone for the past month trying to get good news. "They're close. I... I really hope he's okay....."

"I miss him..." Jumin murmured. He looked down, biting his lip harshly. Jumin sighed and smiled sadly. "When he gets back... I'll make sure he knows I love him... I'll protect him.. I'll never let him go.." He said to himself, but he didn't realize how loud he was speaking. Jumin didn't care if Yoosung heard. He didn't care if anyone heard him anymore. He wanted to love Luciel as long as he possibly could. 

Yoosung nodded. He wanted Luciel back, too, and he missed him terribly. It was only a month, but it felt like an eternity. He never realized how much he loved getting pranked by Luciel until it didn't happen anymore. 

A loud ping sounded from Luciel's computer―which they ad stationed in the offie instead of leaving it in Luciel's room―and Yoosung immediately rushed towards it. 

A new file popped up, though Yoosung was hesitant to click. Last time, it was an audio recording of Luciel screaming in agony. This time, Luciel was begging. 

"Jumin...!" Yoosung called warily. "They sent something new..."

Jumin raced over to the computer and stared at the screen. The sounds of Luciel in pain broke his heart. He felt so useless. So weak. 

"L-Luciel..." He whispered, tears beginning to stream down his pale cheeks, his hands covering his mouth. He fell to the floor, hugging his long and slender legs to his chest. 

"I'm so sorry... I love you, Luciael.... why.."

Yoosung flinched as he pressed the little arrow. A dimly lit room was positioned in front of the camera, and on a chair sat Luciel, his eyes dull as he slumped on the furniture. 

Someone with a black mask emerged from the darkness behind Luciel and waved a little black collar-shaped device in his hand. He clipped it onto Luciel's neck.

"Oh god," Yoosung murmured. His eyes ran over Luciel's bruised body, barely open eyes, and long, dirty hair. He looked stressed, Yoosung was sure he was more than that, but his eyes were sunken in and his cheekbones showed prominently. 

The person wearing the mask showed the camera a sign that read: "Tell us who 707 works for or you'll never see him again." The figure then leaned down and presumably asked Luciel the same question. He stiffened and then rasped, "I'll never tell you, let me go already..."

Yoosung had to grab onto the desk as he heard a click and electric volts shocked Luciel through the collar on his neck. 

"Shit, shit, shit..!" the blonde grabbed his phone and called the number of the detective on Luciel's case. 

Jumin watched up until the shock collar part. That's when he completely shut down. He started shaking, his eyes wide with tears just threatening to come out. His began sobbing loudly and violently, digging his nails into his cheeks. He dug his nails so deep into his skin that he started to bleed. He sobbed and sobbed, unable too stop. 

Blood slid down his face as he started off into nothing. Soon he began to hyperventilate.

Yoosung forgot the video was still playing. He was busy in the other room explaining to the detective with a shaking voice. 

In the screen, Luciel's screaming dwindled and the figure left. He was leaning forward, his eyes leaking tears as he whispered hoarsely, "You. You know who..." he coughed, "who you are... And I'd say your name... but they would find you.." Luciel's voice cracked. "I love you. I'm sorry.. B-But just.. please.. don't look for me...."

Luciel hung his head and whimpered. "I love you..."

Yoosung came back to hear Luciel rasp, "I miss.. my red door..."

The blonde frowned. "Luciel doesn't have a red door, though. All of the doors in all our houses are either black, white, or mahogany..."

He finally noticed Jumin hyperventilating and hurriedly put his hands around Jumin's mouth, helping him breathe again. 

Hearing his Luciel speak caused Jumin to break even more. He started to breathe normally, but his sobs became worse. He shook violently, digging his nails deeper into his skin. More blood began to leak out of the cuts. 

"Luciel... Luciel... Luciel please.. C-Come back to me... I love you... Please..." He buried his face into his hands, trying to calm himself down the best he could. 

Yoosung tried his best to get Jumin's hands away from his own face, his eyes scared as he watched blood ooze out of JUmin's cheeks. "J-Jumin! Listen!" He got up, and took a warm towel, dabbing Jumin's scratched face as he spoke. "Listen, Luciel said something about a red door. Do you know anything about it?"

The blonde didn't tell the detective yet, but he needed to tell Jumin first. The man was practically going insane. 

"Jumin! Red doors! Luciel said he missed it..."

"I-I don't know what he's talking about.. I... I.." He looked down at his hands, staring at the crimson color that stained his hands. "I can't think right now... I.."

He trembled, looking up at the computer again. Oh, how he wanted to hold Luciel and kiss him again. But sadly, he could not. 

Yoosung stared at the computer now, his eyes wide as he tried to think. His hand clutched the bloody towel as he struggled to recall where he'd seen a red door. 

Anywhere in the "triangle" the police had found...?