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making their way towards the building, the boys remembered to be quiet and to not make any unnecessary sounds. seeing that there was a broken window around the corner, the youngest carefully removed the rest of the glass shards even though he was already wearing thick gloves along with the rest. after all, it was not like they wanted injuries before fighting the gang.

climbing through the window, the boys were in what seemed to be a storage room. huddling around the oldest, the four of them looked at the map of the abandoned building and worked out that the storage room they were currently standing in was not too far from the lounge room but they would have to walk a bit.

getting out a small metal wire from his pocket, the pink-haired male immediately got to work at picking the door. skilfully, the male fiddled with the wire and soon a "click" was heard.

quietly pushing the door open, jaemin made sure to scan the surroundings before motioning for the other boys to follow him into the hallway. with swift steps, the boys travelled rather quickly down the hallway with graffiti all over the walls and a few cigarettes, remains of drugs and broken glass shards scattered on the floor.

reaching the slightly larger door compared to the one from earlier, jaemin pulled out the metal wire from earlier and got to work picking the lock. the rest of the males held onto their weapons and stood guard for the pink-haired male in case anyone spotted them.

"looks like i have my own team of bodyguards huh," the pink-haired male teased, still picking the lock.

"shut up jaemin, just pick the lock and we'll be set," the tanned male retorted.

knowing that they risked being caught if they made too much noise, jaemin stayed silent as he continued to fiddle the wire around.

"almost...done!" the male cheered as he slowly pushed the door open, not forgetting to dart his eyes around to make sure they were safe.

entering the room, the boys stood on awe for a moment as they admired the room they were in. the walls were covered with vintage painting with beautiful gold frames around their borders. a large victorian era style couch together with a few chairs of similar design were around a marble table.

compared to the concrete floor from outside, the lounge room had carpet flooring and the room was illuminated by a few dim lamps hanging on the sides of the walls. but what was the most eye catching was the stunning chandelier hanging from the ceiling above the table.

"why is everywhere else fucked up and this room is literally the white house?" jisung muttered, feeling confused.

"it doesn't matter, let's go," mark said, looking around for the trapdoor on the floor.

"it's over here!" jaemin exclaimed.

the four boys gingerly descended into the dim opening made by the trapdoor. the opening was only big enough to fit half the average size of a person, so each of them had to bend down in order to pass through.

after a while of walking, a rough silhouette of a ladder could be seen in the distance. jaemin wasted no time in bolting towards it. swiftly, the bubblegum haired male scaled the ladder effortlessly and opened a narrow cranny from the trapdoor.

an infuriated man, who was wielding a pistol, aimed it at a woman who was quivering with utmost terror. a body was also laid on the floor, creating a sizeable pool of crimson red blood.

jaemin also took notice of a smaller figure cowering behind the woman. it seemed to be a teenage boy with a head of obsidian dark hair and eyes gleaming with fear. he assumed that the boy was the son of the woman and the dead body.

there were other people standing around, minding their business as well. and the prize jewel, the gang leader, sat ominously on the ledge by the window, gawking at his subordinate torturing the presumed hostages.

jaemin closed the trapdoor, trying his best not to make a sound. he then looked back to his other friends, excluding jisung.

"the leader is by the window. the hostages are on the left. there are about 5 other gang members lurking about that i can see from here.

"we can deal with that. remember the plan," mark reminded.

the other few boys nodded firmly while they equipped their weapons, readying themselves for the battle. the group of 4 burst through the trapdoor, those armed with guns fired bullets mercilessly.

the gang members took a little too long to react, and quite a majority of them were instantly killed by the rain of bullets fired on them.

the gang members scrambled to retrieve their weapons and began to retaliate. swarms of bullets were exchanged between the two parties, but it was clear that one side was winning.

"code siren! code siren!" the gang leader yelled while dodging the bullets.

donghyuck was trying his best to fire his gun, but he wasn't even half as good as his fellow peers who could get bullseye with both their eyes closed.

"donghyuck hyung, secure the hostages!" jisung called out.

donghyuck nodded before scurrying over to the two hostages that were still kept alive, along with the dead body which had pools of blood spewing out. donghyuck felt the floor wobble and blur but he snapped out of his trance and tried not to focus on that dreaded red substance.

the tanned male stood by the hostages, still firing his gun rapidly at the gang members. since the distance between the two parties were closing in, jisung and jaemin decided to switch to hand-to-hand combat, which they were more experienced in.

they always performed the same combo that could make anyone drop dead in a matter of seconds. kick them hard in the knees, punch them in the throat and finish it off with a stab directly to the heart.

it was such a simple, yet effective method.

screams, shouts, cries rang around the room as donghyuck fired gunshots, killing a few members in the process while the other three had whipped out their knives a long time ago, stabbing anyone who was attacking them and leaving them dead in cold blood.

scanning the room, donghyuck could not find the gang leader anywhere in the room polluted with the smell of blood.

"he must have ran off." the tanned male mumbled as he turned to look at the hostages. trembling in fear, the mother and son had tears streaming down their faces as they stared at the dead body in front of them.

although not a single sound escaped their lips, their faces described everything that they were feeling crystal clear.

donghyuck felt a twinge of sadness strike him in the heart. he smiled subtly as he whispered inaudibly under his breath, "i've been there before too."

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