Unexpected

Chapter 3: I really suck at titles

Yeosang POV.

Wait, are you the guard?

She smirked.

"You put it together in the end."

I remembered our briefing, years ago, when they told us we needed bodyguards.

Absolutely not.

We were adamant. We wanted to fit in with normal people, interact with Atiny. We didn't want to be celebrities, we wanted to be musicians. As San said "I... just like Music.*"

So, no obvious bodyguards. The director told us we needed someone around us, and we agreed to one of our common staff members being a "secret bodyguard". But

We didn't know who the guard was.

I guess now we do.

I flash back to the present, hurrying down the hall. Jongho is carrying Hongjoong, he's the only member strong enough. Ahnjong walks in front of us, hiding a gun in her jacket. The rest of us trail behind in stony silence. The longer we take, the closer Hongjoong is to dying.

We're only walking to the van, but we have to walk several blocks to avoid people, and Jongho is getting tired. Eventually, he has to stop. Ahnjong stops, and calmly picks him up instead. By now, I'm not even surprised. She can knock people out with one hit and hit a target from 300 feet away, why shouldn't she be able to carry a 130 pound man?

A hysterical laugh bubbles in my throat. I'm panicking, and I know it. It doesn't make repressing it any easier.

*San's POV*

"Why us?" I blurt out, suddenly desperate to hear the answer. "What do they get from killing us?"

She looked back sadly, like it wasn't the first time someone'd asked her that.

"If you want to hurt someone, you go after their hope. You're encouraging and uplifting. They need you out of the way.

Also, they planted bombs throughout the entire building. They were going to kill everyone they could, not just you eight."

Wooyoung tightens his grip on my hand. I glance at his face, and I know he's just as terrified as I am. Normally, we'd try to avoid holding hands in public, but we have much bigger issues to worry about.

We round a corner, Ahnjong in the lead, and a boy's sitting in the van.

A boy that seems very familiar...