⌗ IMPRISONED ™ 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!

# 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥

i ran back to the apartment and went to the
seventh floor, where seonghwa' apartment was located.

once the lift door opens, there was a bunch of zombies through the corridors so i threw a wooden plank that was near my spot and threw it to the other side, away from seonghwa's door. thankfully, they past and ran.

hearing the commotion out, seonghwa peeked throught his door and i made a dash into the apartment.

" the hell happened out there?" said the man with a digusted face.

" yunho is gone guys,," i panted, hand grpping my shirt tightly.

everyone got up from their seats and went into a frenzy of panic.

its all my fault, stupid me. poor yunho had to sacrifice himself for me.

" guys its okay, yunho must be fine," hongjoong chuckled oddly.

" no, he is never coming back hongjoong, never. what makes you think he's okay? what do you think we are? JUST A BUNCH OF FOOLS?" shouted mingi, stomring toward the older and poked his chest.

" FINE IF YOU WANNA LEAVE THEN GET OUT," hongjoong yelled, fist by his side and ready to be thrown.

" FINE I WILL," he snarled.

mingi stomped towards his bag to pick it up and then made his way out the door with a heavy heart.

seven left... two gone and all because of something that happened unexpectedly.

the door shut slowly and the chime of the door's lock echoed in the room. the atmosphere was tense, all of them looked stressed out. i was too, stressed and hated everything including myself. staying with them makes me, doubt myself more.

with permission ,i went into his bedroom have a time alone. as soon as i sat down on the bed, the feeling of sadness and panic rushed in, causing me to burst into tears.

this wouldn't have happen if i wasn't here. they were so kind they dont even have to go to prison anymore. it seems like... im the bad guy.

muttering those awful words, "its my fault", chanting it over and over, made me lose control and became a crying mess. other that hearing my sobs, a knock could be heard.

"please dont come in," i said softly, almost inaudible.

" im sorry for interupting," he said.

" i said not to come in,"

i looked up and saw yeosang, who was the only one smiling now completely ignoring her request. i had no more energy to fight back, eventually i gave in to his stubborness

" what do you want?" i growled, balled up myself to hide the drench face of mine.

" just wanna tell you, things just happen the way it is. its not always your fault or anything, just things not going how one wants it to be, im sure mingi is gonna regret it some moment and come back. i know him long enough, other than wooyoung of course," he lectured.

sure, i slightly hated the fact that he had interupted alone time but his words were like the bandages to the wounds that were cut deep within me.

i slowly reveal my face, still drench in tears and water from my runny nose. he lifted my chin with his index finger and turned it toward hsi directed so that our eyes are in contact with each other.

i couldn't help but put on a smile with all the remaining energy i had. i could feel my lips trembling as if i another mental breakdowm is about to happen.

" thats what i wanted to see," he gripped onto his shirt and brought it to my face to wipe away my runny nose and tears.

he stayed by me until i was ready to face the others. i managed to gather myself after quite sometime, yeosang got up and helped me up as well. we slowly

the static from the tv could be heard from a distance which made my thought thag it was just the news being broadcasted. yeosang and i walked briskly and stood next to sofa where the boys are.

however, this time it wasn't any news, it was just a cctv recording. they all looked as puzzled as we were.

jongho was pressing numerous buttons on his remote, yunho scuinting his eyes to look closer depsite being very close the the tv while the others, just stayed frozen.

" hold on...that looks familiar," san stated, pointing at the tv that showed a metal garage door dimly lit.

" that's one of the stores we always visited, closed for years now... but look," said san, still pointing at the tv but a distinctive figure appeared in the scene.

the figure inches closer towardz the light source above. it became more clearer, two figures, shaped like a person carrying a body.

even with the horrible lighting, we could easily tell by the hair colour that it was mingi carrying yunho on his back.

" its them! well lets go! what are we waiting for?" i was about to leave but wooyoung was quick to grab onto my wrist.

" how can you be sure if it isn't a trap? who knows someone's after us? there may be some mafias coming for us even... didnt you say he was dead?" he stuttered, dilated eyes filled with fear.

well he isnt wrong but doesn't hurt if we try, right?