⌗ IMPRISONED ™ 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!

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“ you dont mean.... the mafia?”

just as i said it, the whole building shaked and we all decided to put back all the things before gathering at the first floor where we met with the others. we all panicked and the others were in the same situation, we were too scared to even speak up. soon, it only got worse.

“ seems like your friend know who runs this game huh,” the mafia having his reappearance in yet another dimmed corner.

“ yeah the bullshit that you got us into,” sans words only made it worse.

“ im just doing my work. oh i see you brought more manpower, i bet it wont even work a lil bit,” he said as he darts his eyes to junyoung.

“ where the hell is jongho?” hongjoong screamed.

the mafia laughed and left us in yet a big but dimmed garage, like the one where we were. san was right, if this was a game, this is just stage 2. there stood him, jongho, looking oh so mad but not himself. you guessed it, he was one of them but different. his eyes glowed red and the sinnister smile plastered on his face as he clenches his fists. them except me, knew how strong the boy could be even if they were to compare with hulk. he then slowly approached to us.

“ doors are locked!” yelled yeosang as he struggles to open the door.

“ shit, wooyoung! do you know how to calm jongho down? or find his weak spot, ” wooyoung shakes his head and seonghwa hissed.

the idea came out from my mind and signal hongjoong to get junyoung. i remembered getting jonghos profile in that room and found out how to calm him down. i told junyoung to sing which he seems be surprised about.

“ but i dont think i remember the song that well...well if it works then,” junyoung said, clearing his throat after.

[ a/n : theres no specific song for this but imagine it how you want ]

junyoung started singing soulfully with passion as he gets emotional and deeper into his song. everyone stood there with both horror but comfort, except for yeosang who was struggling to open the door. jonghos eyes werent as bloody red and he calmed down. jongho came to a stop and mumbled alomg the tune, harmonising with junyoungs. soon, he heard a loud clang.

“ guys come on lets go,” whispered yeosang who already unlocked the door, all went except for junyoung

“ come on junyoung lets go,” wooyoung signalled the boy.

“ i’ve never sung this in a long time, i guess you guys can run now. its safer if i stay jere with jongho, he isnt mad now,” junyoung comforted and we all left him with jongho.

we all gathered at the forth floor, in a room with matresses and probably even a dentist chair. it looked like an asylum in a movie, sending of such eerie vibes.

“ junyoung’s crazy, at least he isnt stuck in a room like this. i meant this mafia is coocoo,” said san as he meddled with some equipments.

“ gosh how i wish this was an illusion or something. _______, when is that idiot ever gonna come? bloodly hell,” wooyoung cursed.

“ wooyoung can you please be a good human being and be a patient butthole,” yeosang backfired, returning a smile to me after.

i took out my phone and contacted mark.

“ mark, the hell are you?”

“ we’ll be here in a few minutes, i’ll call you later okay?,” mark said over the wind noises howling in the background and ended the call.

“ let me guess, the same excuse of being here in a few minutes,” seonghwa said and i nodeed with a sigh.

“ anyways, this mafia aint just a normal criminal man. this dude has like a bunch of things up his sleeves,” wooyoung said as he put up a surgery knife in his hands.

“ wooyoung put that down,” yeosang said and they both chased each other, me getting jealous of such friendship.

“ you look so down _______… why so?” san said and he sat beside me on the matress.

“ they both look so close together, i envy their friendship. i didnt have that of a friendship before,” i said, recalling those happy times where things were in the norm, well the weird world i mean.

“ i get you, its their 5th year of friendship and i do envy them too. they are polar opposites but thats what makes them closer as a duo. its okay to not have such friendship like that, im not saying its bad but, sometimes it dont last long or it becomes toxic, who knows?”

“ just know, you have yourself to be your own happiness, ” san continued, patting my head for comfort.

this was a new side of san i knew, he was sure a comfort to me in this situation. they’re wrong, society can be shitty but theres the littlest of people that they’ve not shown and thats their pure hearts. i find that in san, i was comforted and felt normal in such situations like this. i lay my head against his shoulder as my eyes got heavier.

i guess it was the wrong time to be sleeping now...