Do you know who I am? | Yungi

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Just like that he inhales sharply.

Yunho's vision begins to clear as memories of his dream-like encounter with Hongjoong fill his disoriented mind. He leans over on the pavement he is lying on, coughing some blood onto his own palm.

"Where are we? San? Who are you?" Yunho can't shake his headache, but he knows they are far from where he was before, which either means they were successful, or it was a painful failure.

"Okay Yunho so you're going to be mad-" San begins, but Yunho wants answers much quicker.

"Did you find Hongjoong?" Yunho asks, looking at the lean male standing indifferently next to San, his tall face and pretty features somewhat ominous in the dim glow of a street light.

"So this is Doyoung, you know the messenger who basically threatened Yeosang-"

"Yeah I know, it's nice to meet you?" Yunho sits up, his arms wobbling as he struggles to support his weight. He is dizzy standing, but San stabilizes him, and he looks back at their new 'friend' who continues to look entirely done with everything. "Hold on, where is Yeosang?" Yunho spins, not helping his dizziness, to cover all areas he might be hidden in. Yeosang is missing, and Yunho isn't sure what's happening at all, San being too slow for his liking.

"Yeosang was taken from behind me, I really had no time to react, and you were seizing and stuff. It was terrible, really." San fiddles with his gun and looks slightly regretful about what went down, so out of his control.

"So no Hongjoong." San nods his head. "No Yeosang"

"Doyoung saved us before we were dragged off with Yeosang." San says slowly and calmly, almost like he knows it will upset Yunho just by saying it.

"Why are you trying to help? San, this must be a distraction to stop us from saving Hongjoong. Do we even know where Mingi and Jongho are, not to mention everyone from back at the base?" Yunho starts walking towards where he assumes they once were, but San's arm wraps around his stomach to stop him.

"Yunho, we need to be careful." Of course San wants to reason with him, but he's tired of being left out of the loop. He is tired of always having to ask questions. Maybe if I was in charge-

"I'm sure you're one friend will be fine, I can't say the same about Yeosang unfortunately." Doyoung finally pitches in, but in a very insulting and condescending tone which deeply infuriates Yunho in his inner core.

"Then why are you fucking here? To patronize us? I swear when I tell Mingi." Yunho clenches his fists which tremble with anger at the male so proud just standing there, helping no one.

"Yunho calm down, you are bleeding, and super out of it. We need to wait for Jongho to contact us before we can go further. We aren't sure if they're okay." San admits, and Yunho cocks an eyebrow at the information. If Mingi isn't okay.

"No, I'm ready to go back in there, I don't think Hongjoong is okay." Yunho holds San's shoulders, speaking directly to him, though he has to look down slightly due to the height difference. "My dream, or whatever that was, h-he um shot himself in the eyes. He was bleeding, and told me that it felt good to die or something like that. It's really messing me up, San." Yunho is practically in tears by now, but he is interrupted by a voice so familiar that his throat is caught and he is afraid to look towards the direction of it. San eyes widen comically, and Yunho can feel San's body shiver under his palms, still grasping his shoulders.

"Who's that fucker?" Mingi is lit epically under the light post, almost like a vigilante hero from a 90s comic book. Yunho turns around, basically gulping when he sees how brilliant his red hair looks under the glow.