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❝ 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 : 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 ❞

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"so you're telling me, my son is kidnapped?"

the senior inspector nodded his head, sighing as he do so. "we tried to trace him, gathered all information but, he just....vanished."

the room that is full with many people, all with heavy duties and various positions went silence again, only small noises from the heater can be heard. "can you repeat the report again?" the chief of police asked, rubbing his temple.

"right," the assistant inspector, stands up from her seat, coughing a little. "at 3AM, 4 of our seniors superintendents has reported went on  another raided mission as they saw a hint from the 'yakuza' team. senior choi seungcheol, senior kim mingyu and senior chwe hansol returned safely, though three of the boys were injured severely and almost died of blood loss. but then, all of them were safe." the assistant inspector catch her breath, turning back to messy scribbling notes on her report.

"well, for senior jeon wonwoo...."

the chief of the police looked up, waiting for the report on his son. although he's a busy person, reports and crimes  keep happening each seconds, he just can't ignored his son, though jeon wonwoo is a grown up man by now.

"we suspected he was hold as hostage by the 'yakuza' gang." the room gasped, all eyes stuck on the assistant inspector, and also some to the chief. "of course, i'm not saying this out of suspicion. the three seniors woke up three hours ago, and i managed to interviewed and gathered evidences." the only lady who stood inside the heated room walked over to the LED screen that was at front, pointing to the picture, a square frame picture with a blue background as a blonde boy who was smiling fondly to the camera.

the assistant inspector took a breath. "he's... he's the shuryō."

the chief's eyes went wide, because he knew, who's the boy is. there's...no way...

"soonyoung?"

he knew the boy since his son was still a little kid, an introvert who doesn't expressed his feelings so much. but when soonyoung came, he knew instantly he's the reason his son, wonwoo can smiled so wide.

but a mafia? what in the world?

"a-are you sure it's him?" the chief asked, his eyes were still wide from the shock. the other nodded, looking straight into the his own captain.

"yes. the seniors confirmed it."

"ah, fuck. my head still hurts." mingyu hold his head, eyes pinching to see his surroundings. he saw hansol who was beside him, still staring at the wall. "you know, hansol, its not your fault. its my fault okay, i knocked myself out too early. dont blame yourself." mingyu sighed, dropping his body back to the bed.

hansol sighed too, guilty washing over him. "thats... not what i was thinking about."

the older raised his eyebrows, looking at the younger's back. "what do you mean?"

"remember when soonyoung left us? five years ago?" hansol started, and in a second mingyu already clicked everything, everything happened on that one unfortunate day. "yeah..."

hansol nodded. "i'm just scared that wonwoo...h-he..." he winced, remembering back the dark past he already forget.

"yeah, he was mentally hurt. thank god we all found him before he..." mingyu sighed, can't continue anymore. the memories were vivid inside his head, the dark past he wished he could delete.

seungcheol who just woke up, sitting up straight. the other two boys looked at him, also feeling the same feelings inside their hearts.

pity.

scared.

weak.

"we can never let that happened again." seungcheol said sternly. he'll never let wonwoo do that again. no, never. "and that's why we'll get him back."

mingyu turned his head at seungcheol. "but how? didn't you see the look on that bitch's face? hes different! he's not soonyoung that we all knew ! to think that wonwoo s-still alive-" air stuck on his throat, swallowed back the imaginary flooding his head. "is impossible."

hansol hummed, nodded. his head was down all the time, trying his best not to look sad.

"i know, i know..." the oldest of the three rubbed his temples, "but we have to find him. we can't just sit back and watch him returned. wonwoo's a smart boy, of course. but we all knew how..how-" seungcheol puffed his cheeks, lowering down his own head. "-how weak he can be when it come to that asshole."

the other two nodded in unison, agreed with seungcheol. "but how though? they must already knew we'd found them and emptied the warehouse by now." mingyu said, with his eyes were laid at seungcheol's.

hansol, who was lying at his bed get up again, into a sitting motion. "remember on that one of the guy's wrist? the one who knocked you out, mingyu?" mingyu tried to remember, though his head was still in pain. "i don't think so. why?"

"okay, so this might be crazy, but i saw on the guy's wrist a symbol. the same symbol we saw on the entrance of the warehouse, that circle thing with a star inside. well, that could be our first lead to the gang, i guess."

seungcheol widen his eyes, who seems to also remembered something too. "right ! i saw that too ! there was some japanese character on it too, right? " seungcheol said with his heart beats increasing.

"yeah. i think that could be our first lead. hansol, check any status about the mafia with japanese blood." mingyu's face into all seriousness, and they all exactly knew what they all needed to do.

and they'll get wonwoo back.

"so they're alive?" the blonde half whispered half screams, while the boy beside him closed the other's mouth with his own palm. "slow down, jihoon! they might heard us!"

jihoon rolled his eyes, but complied anyway. they move a little from the crooked space inside the closet they were forced into; it happens when they both were searching for any of the three officer's traces.

'luckily', just by the time they were about to get out, all of the three boys entered the room and two of them with wheelchairs, while seungcheol walking with his both feet. with quick witted, minghao pulled jihoon inside the closet, and praying to god that they wont open it.

"so, are we getting out or not?" jihoon said annoyingly, due to suffocating space. minghao nodded, creaking the closet's door a little, making sure there was no one. "right, we should." and they both got out.

"well, thank god they're still alive..." minghao said reluctantly, sighing in happiness.

jihoon crooked his eyebrows, "why? because your friends didn't die?"

minghao scoffed, shooting jihoon a glare. "shut up, won't you? i know you still want we all to be like before right? just admit it you hoe."

jihoon nudged minghao's shoulder. very very hard. "says the man who say yes to everything his boyfriend said. weakling." the older stick his tongue out, dashing out the room. minghao followed, grab jihoon's by his collar.

"careful, you dimwit."