⌗ IMPRISONED ™ 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!

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" i dont know if this promise would last but... i'll protect you okay? we'll get through this together, im sure," yeosang forced a smile on his face, so did i.

yeosangs comfort overwhelmed me. in this awful situation, he really have the time to give comfort and smile to make this less scary. his hands were warm, probably it will be the last time im gonna feel it.

" now if you two lovebirds would stop, we can get this over with," hongjoong scoffed and it cut us off our staring contest.

hongjoong placed a folder and searched through it, finding more informations about the mafia. hongjoong suddenly jolted up as if he had an idea and indeed he was the genius after all.

" i know how to beat this dude now," he said and a smirk appeared on his face, which was terrifying to me.

" and how?" i spoke up after being silenced for a few moments.

hongjoong ordered to follow him and we dod the same. what he did next was shocking, he started screaming out the mafias name like a maniac, echoing through the epmty hallway. there goes my guts having cramps yet again and my head hurts upon hearing his name. im a flash, he reappeared infront of us and had his sinnister smile plastered on his face as always. hongjoong then lured him closer by saying stuffs.

" kim doyoung is your name right? oh was it han beolgil? look what your father have done this to you, turn you into a muderous person. he killed your mom, and you believe in him?" hongjoong pestered him more and more.

he was covering his ears and screaming as if his brains were about to explode. we let hongjoong do his work and yeosang held my hand once again. kim doyoung, previously known as han beolgil, was his name. it doesnt sound much of nice name neither it was a good meaning behind it.

hongjoong pestering him just made it worse, he was screaming his lungs out and it slowly he stopped. he got up to his feet slowly and sneered at him and looked hongjoong, eyes flaring with anger and revenge. he eyes glowed redder than roses, his smile wider than it was before, looking like a cheshire cat.
he slowly walked forward towards us, backing us up at the same time and afraid.

" are you sure this is his weakness? doesnt seem like hes in tears," i said to hongjoong.

" he doesnt have a weakness, i'd have to sacrifice this for yalls. i know this is dumb but trust me, its fine and take my gun. you may need it," hongjoong said as he passed the gun behind our backs.

as the mafia, doyoung was coming closer, our backs hit the walls and his features was slowly showing into the light. he looked very devious as a mafia, eyes were glowing hot red as his smile was forming. he grabbed hongjoong by the collar and started beating him up in the stomach. seeing this terrified me, hongjoong on the floor being jacked up. frozen in the spot, yeosang dragged me to the exit and off to the rooftop. we climbed floor after floor and finally reached the rooftop. we were drenched in sweat, heat of our bodies emitting just got us more tired. he had his hands on the door knob but i stopped him.

" well lets hope there isnt any zombie outside," i said.

" yeosang im scared, everyones dead. how about san? is he gonna wake up? yeosang tell me its a dream," i continued, right now it was desperate.

he held my hands once again, both this time.

" dont be, im here alright? san? i'll take care of him so dont be afraid, i'll fight them for you, even if it causes me my life. you're a cop, you gotta be brave and courageous, you can do this. if possible, we'll escape together," yeosang said with a weak smile and tears falling down.

i pulled him into a hug and embraced his warmth, for the last time im seeing him, or ATEEZ. i looked at the puffed eyed yeosang, his face unreadable ; was he pretending to be strong? i almost didnt believe him about going through this together. im sick and tired of hearing the word 'trust' anymore, its sickening to remember the trusts that have broken in a span of a day or so. promises are just nonsense, they just pretend its fine while i cant. everything isnt fine, not at all.

"yeosang, along with the boys, you guys really are good liars," it puzzled him.

" you guys pretend that its fine, when its not, its stupid yeosang, stupid of me to leave you all like this," my endless rantimg continues.

" im not one to say facts but this wasnt your fault, its our intention. you're right about the lies, but the white lies is what counts. after all, its you that will be safe, be fine after all this. now i think i heard them already," yeosang sighed and opened the door.

the strong wind introduced us and the sound of helicopter propellers spun around strongly. yeosang followed along. mark was screaming over the sound and asked us to hurry while others went to get their guns ready. i quickly hop on then yeosang, soon, we fled away to the safe zone, in a new place where we can start anew. thinking about it, making me feel different type of feelings. i lost basically the only friends i had, who actually comforted me when i need it, save me when i didnt ask to and sacrificed themselves even if i resist.

these thoughts echoed in my mind, voices lingering, saying that ‘im the criminal here’. yeosang, as usual, saw my condition and turned worried as hell. he didnt say anything but he held my hand again and pulled me into a hug.

“ can believe you feel in love with a criminal __________,” mark scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“ shut your pie holes, you got us through those with your lies,” yeosang back fired, it annoyed him.

“ yeosang chill. i mean i gotta agree you took bloody long to reach here,” mark just stayed silent.