Chapter 20

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BAEKHYUN

They drugged me with chloroform, leaving a dirty rag in my mouth as they shove me in their van. Or as I see it, a piece of scrap metal. There's three of them and as I listened to them speak, I could make out Namjoon.

I've never been more terrified in my life. It's pure fear, not a single other emotion. It's a moment where even if I try to convince myself, my whole body still shakes and I can't control my tears, choking every so often only to be told to shut up. They're definitely not being fair towards me.

Chanyeol, please hurry up.

The van comes to an abrupt stop, and a black haired male with severe dark circles, lifts my entire body, shoving me to the concrete ground. They shout bullying words, taunting me. Little do they know that I'm taking my time to observe the warehouse we've stopped at. It's one I know well, a pathway to my school. I must have crossed through this place hundreds of times.

"Now, baby Baek. I've been watching you for a while. I find you quite entertaining yo be honest. But also annoying. You seem to see the good in everything, well, when I'm finished you, good won't be a word in your vocabulary. Nor will happy, or love. Certainly not love. That's not real. Never was."

"You're a sicko! Why can't you just accept that Lay was never involved?! It was someone completely different! You're just jealous of Lay! Is that it?"

A kick to the stomach. It hurts more than expected, like a suffocating feeling only more intense and lower down. I feel throbbing to where the bruising will form, and can't help but let out a yelp, my entire tavern facade disappearing as I try my best to keep my eyes open.

"Trust me Baekhyun, I've been trained. I'm a weapon. And weapons don't feel. Faehyun, take him inside. Namjoon, tie him up. I have messages to deliver. Oh how Chanyeol is going to adore seeing you in such a beat up state."

He punches me in the face and when his knuckles meet my jaw it's like a slow motion scene in a movie. I try to dodge it, but only make my situation worse. I feel the blood rushing to my head as I fall, and my whole face twists to the left, leaving my neck extremely sore and my jaw trembling.

Eventually, I black out, and my sense of hearing is poor, but I still feel myself being picked up. And I certainly don't miss the tight rope around my abdomen. All I know is that I'm not getting out of this easily.

CHANYEOL

"So there's definitely no traces of them?" I ask as Lay and Kris walk in, just knowing there'll be nothing. Taehyung is good at doing bad things. He prefers being in the midst of chaos, in fact he's an expert when it comes to such a field.

"Actually yes, there were a pair of tyre marks and we spoke to a few locals, they said it came from a Range Rover which is what Taehyung uses. It's a fifty fifty chance that we might be led to them if we follow the trails, or it could be a trap, either way it would be a step closer to Baekhyun." Kris says, lazily flopping down on a seat with his head in his hands. Everyone is on edge. Luhan is constantly trying to call Baekhyun, not that that would do anything. Sehun is chatting with Heechul to see if he noticed when the men came and what they were doing.

"We're taking that fucking chance." I say, standing up immediately. I'm agitated, I'm angry, I'm in dire need of sleep, and yet I can't rest. Not until I know for sure that my Baekhyun will be safe. Of course he's not though, this is Taehyung we're talking about. He's amassed an empire. He could be anywhere.

"Are you sure?" Kyungsoo and Suho say in unison. Kyungsoo's been vigorously biting his nails whilst Suho has tried his hardest to comfort Lay, who although looks put together, is crumbling with guilt. We've all told him it isn't his fault, but deep down inside it was partially him. Although what can you do? He cared for us and brought in hundreds of thousands of won per month. He kept us going. He was our fuel.

"Yes."

As soon as that word is said, everyone kits up without hesitation. Surprisingly, Heechul comes rushing down the steps with a duffel bag full of things.

"Boys, I normally don't promote viole- wait nevermind, that's a lie. What I'm saying is, you're gonna need these." He opens up the bag and inside, are rifles and handguns of all kinds.

"Heechul, you got a second life or something?" Jongin asks quizzically, and we're all thinking the same thing.

"Nah, it's just for protection. You never know. Now be responsible, or, just go wild."

"Okay guys, we need to be responsible. We have to follow the tracks sensibly and take guard whilst on our way. If he asks for something in trade for Baekhyun, give it to him. If he doesn't see us, we take him swiftly and unnoticeably. I'm going to Kill Taehyung myself." Lay says determined, adjusting his collar before grabbing a rifle and yanking Suho's hand. Everyone follows suit, the silence eating into my mind.

I would definitely prefer to kill Taehyung myself. He obviously favouris the drama, having kidnapped someone over absolutely nothing. I watched a kdrama like this once. The heroic lead saves the rich damsel who's been kidnapped for her father's money. It's a classic. But Baekhyun isn't a damsel, he's stronger than that. Although he seems weak at first, and the way he acts doesn't help his case, he is strong and has a hard barrier. I know he'll be fine for the meantime.

I feel a certain thrill as I walk through the tyre tracks with a loaded handgun at my side. Heechul has had many lives and so finding out he has guns stashed away makes me glad we're close friends. We got extremely lucky.

Luhan was too afraid to hold the gun, and part of that made me a little sad. Luhan is similar to Baekhyun, in a way. It's why they clicked so well. They're so pure, they couldn't hurt a fly. Imagining Baekhyun with a gun almost makes me chuckle, if not for the situation at hand. I love his ability to make me smile, even when he's not here. I'm usually never soft like this. I've never felt flutters and butterflies in my stomach. I've never once said that I loved someone. I'm just the cold fighter who wears all black and does nothing but sit in his room all day. Or at least I was. This soft little peachy boy had to come and ruin my mask. He's broken my barriers and entered my once corrupted mind, and filled it with a joy I never knew I could experience.

BAEKHYUN

I'm tied to a chair. This is so expected. I knew they'd do something dramatic like this. At one hand, my heart is thumping loudly and my body is vigorously shaking, but on the other hand I find it comical how they think a single dangling lightbulb and a cold warehouse is going to set the mood and make me more frightened. They could have at least been a bit more creative.

Without realising the boy I presume is Daehyun enters, Namjoon trailing behind. Once I see Taehyung missing, I know he's probably circling the area. Incase someone tries to come. I know they'll come. At least, I think they will. Chanyeol, I already miss him.

Daehyun pulls a baseball bat from behind him, and Namjoon holds barbsire in his calloused hands. Suddenly all humour is gone, and my body goes completely numb, like a horrible sinking feeling as I imagine what the outcome of the next few events will be. Let's just say it'll probably involve a lot of blood and a good few bruises.

As expected, they both laugh as the bat hits my rib, creating a horrible clanking sound as wood meets bone. I take in a sharp breath, biting my lip to prevent the tears from spilling. One hit and I'm already damaged. I must stay strong, besides, it can't get much worse.

Unfortunately for me, it does. Namjoon uses the barb wire like a whip, using it to slash my once clear white arms. They're left with bloody spots, the war liquid matting uncomfortably onto my skin.

I can't help but let out a breathy scream, but that doesn't go too well either, as I receive my second punch to the jaw. At this point I think my teeth will shatter, but too many teas are falling, and I can't feel much anymore.

"Shut up!" Daehyun speaks, smiling when he signals for Namjoon to use the barb wire again. This time, I plead, knowing I'll be hit again, but it's worth a try. My pain tolerance levels are extremely slow, and they've only hit me a few times. I'm not as strong as Chanyeol thought I was......

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