Baekhyun blinked his eyes open, only to find he wasn't in the white room anymore.
Where am I now?
He looks around. He was in a much larger, open area than before. He sat at an empty dinner table, set for nine to ten people. Fancy chairs were lined up at either sides of the long table, and no chairs sat at the ends.
Looking down at himself, he sees he is dressed in a dark suit. He can feel his face and hair had been all fixed up. His face had been powdered and his hair was matted with lots of hair gel.
Something didn't feel right.
Baekhyun touches his lips. There on his bottom lip, was a ring attached to a long, metal chain. His fingers snaked up the chain which was hooked onto another ring on his ear.
Where was the other guy?
He tries to remember the other guy's name. He remembered writing on a frothy small window. That wasn't a dream, right?
Baekhyun gets up in frustration.
"Hey!" He calls out, his own voice shouting back at him. "Is it too much to ask where I am? What is this? Some kind of joke?"
He felt like an idiot shouting in an empty room.
The funny thing was, the room didn't feel empty.
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"Are you awake?" Junmyeon softly poked Lee's back, unsure if she was asleep or just lying there, on his living room floor. He could feel her nod slowly, meaning she was awake.
"I'm scared," He whispered.
Lee rolled over to face him. She reached out for his arm and tugged on it, wanting him to join her on the floor.
"What did you see?" She sleepily sat up, the blanket still wrapped around her.
"The footage,"
"Footage?" Lee repeated, wanting to lay back down. "Of what?"
"The coworker," Junmyeon stared hazily into the dark, the graphic footage was still clear in his mind.
"The coworker with the cute smile?" Lee slinked back down under the covers.
Junmyeon nods, equally as tired. "Yeah, sure,"
"What about him?"
Junmyeon felt his eyes begin to water again. Why was he like this suddenly? "H-he..."
Lee studied Junmyeon's worried face and waited patiently. It was dark but she could still see the lines of stress across his forehead and the tiredness in his eyes. His body radiated fear; he was anxious and worried, and that's when she realized he must've really cared for his coworker with the cute smile.
"He was taken," Junmyeon finally pronounced, and buries his face in his palms. "I don't know what to do,"
"Taken?" Lee repeats. "You're lying... right?"
"I don't know, I wish I was there. I should've been there..." Junmyeon began. Regret and remorse had woven their way into his strained voice. Lee had no clue of what he spoke of, but she knew he was being serious, even though he sounded out of his mind. "They wouldn't have taken him if I took the night shift instead of him. None of this would've happened."
