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Chapter 39: Heavy Clouds

Chapter Word Count: 5,247

(Spoilers but PLEASE) Decently graphic descriptions of TORTURE (not limited to: knives involved, electrocution, strangling, claustrophobia) Bringing up Mouse's trauma. Chapter…12 is brought up, I'm sorry Mingyu Mouse fights back a little

Author's Note:

I am....sorry not sorry for this. Nothing bad ever happens in BSH. I'm going to hide now :D Thanks to @pinkskiddo for being my beta reader and hating me every step of the way!

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Pacing, that was what Jeonghan has been going for the last three. Fucking. Hours.

He started in the office upstairs after the meeting with the group, aimlessly walking around past whoever was left. A majority of their allies had gone out to search while he and Seokmin were ordered to stay behind. Quickly he got bored of the same four walls and made his way downstairs, walking around the outer wall of the warehouse floor. His nail beds were picked and bitten from his anxiety, every single worse case scenario running through his head in his worry.

I need to get out of here. He told himself, moving to nip and pull at the skin of his lips.

It was probably easy to slip out unnoticed from the warehouse. The one major thing he had to worry about was running into any of SVT, specifically Seungcheol. Standing near the foot of the stairs, face twisted in thought, Jeonghan had two ideas running in his head.

One, as he thought earlier, he could walk out the doors and one could stop him. Definitely one of the perks of being a boss within SVT.

Two, he gets someone upstairs to go with him. Siyeon was still up there with Wonwoo and Yeosang, hoping to find a glimpse of Mouse anywhere within the city. Sona…Yeah he didn’t know where she was. Once she showed up and got orders, he hadn’t seen her. There was also the fact that Seokmin was sulking upstairs, quietly boiling in guilt and anger.

Scanning the nearly empty warehouse floor, Jeonghan made up his mind and hurried up the stairs. He popped his head into the office and called for Seokmin to talk in private for a moment. The other looked confused yet still left the office.

Closing the door firmly behind Seokmin, Jeonghan grabbed his arm and dragged him down the stairs. “Hurry up, we need to get to the store room.”

“What-”

“Do you want to go find Mouse or not?” Glaring over his shoulder to Seokmin, he released the other’s arm while he nodded. “Then grab a gun and let's get out of here before anyone realizes we are gone. Leave your phone here so no one can track us.

Making their way into the store room, Jeonghan tossed his phone on a random table and went for the gun wall. He grabbed a double holster that went over his shoulder, securing it tightly then loaded two light weight handguns into their slots. Seokmin did similarly, grabbing three extra gun magazines of bullets and handing some over to Jeonghan.

“We can head out the back and grab your car.” Jeonghan adjusted his jacket, one that was actually left at the warehouse, long with thick material to stay warm, making sure his weapons were hidden.

Placing his phone on the table, Seokmin nodded, grabbing a knife and a flashlight as well. “Okay, let’s go.”

Peeking out of the room, Jeonghan made his way to the back door with Seokmin. He still couldn’t find Sona as he walked quickly but no one upstairs could see them from the area they walked. He sighed a shallow breath when they made it out without anyone spotting them. He didn’t know why he was so worried though. He was a leader of the group, but…Seungcheol’s words were more law in actuality. Everyone still answered to him.

They successfully got within a few hundred feet of Seokmin’s car, eager to get on the road, but Sona came into view, stepping out from behind the vehicle. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she stepped forward, leaning herself against the driver’s side door.

“Mind telling me where you’re going?” She tilted her head, drumming her fingers on her arms.

“Out,” Was all Jeonghan answered, sliding his hands into his pockets. “If you will excuse us, Sona, we have someone to find.”

“Thought King said to stay put.” She didn’t look impressed at all.

“Sona, do not patronize me right now-”

“Kinda hard to leave when Tempest forgot his keys.” She raised said set of keys up, clicking her tongue. “I’m driving. Boss man ordered me to stay back as well.”

“No-”

“Do you want to run into King? I know which district he took with some of the guys.”

Sona unlocked the doors, sliding into the driver’s seat with ease. Jeonghan took the passenger side and Seokmin grumbled that he was in the backseat of his own car.

“By the way, you guys aren’t as slick as you think.”

“Yeah yeah, shut up. Now help me find Mouse and I’ll raise your salary.”

“On it, boss.”

You were unsure of how long you had been standing in the dark.

Nightmare , as you had come to learn your torturer’s name, was true to his word, not wanting to waste any time.

After the cut to your cheek, his actions only started to ramp up. You went from sitting in the old metal chair to standing with your bound hands above your head, connected to a hook keeping you upright. Your feet barely touched the floor on your tiptoes and the rope continued to dig harshly into your wrists until they started to bleed. Joker had one of their underlings get another bucket of water and threw it on you again.

The shivering that you couldn’t control had used so much of your energy to stay warm but it did nothing to help. Dickhead, as you called Nightmare going forward, got an electric powered generator and jumper cables with wet sponges clamped to them. With you standing, he slashed your shirt off with the pocket knife from earlier, the blade catching on your skin and leaving a cut to your stomach. You groaned in pain, jaw clenched tightly to the point you thought your teeth might chip.

“You’ve got quite the history here.” Joker started, sitting down in the chair you were in previously. He crossed his legs and leaned back, obnoxiously if you might add, and raised a brow at the information in hand.

You didn’t give him an answer, breathing deeply through your nose and watching him past your eyelashes. He flipped through some papers, an annoying hum floating its way across the room from him. Dickhead stepped closer, cable tongs in hand with what you assumed was rubber gloves covering up to his forearms.

“It wasn’t easy to find some of this information,” He started, stopping on one particular page. “Y/N L/N. Your records have a lot of redactions too.”

The scoff you let out was followed by a huff, trying to adjust your wrists to relieve some pressure but your footing was hard to find, making it hard to find any comfort or relief.

“And somehow you went from a normal person with a tragic past to getting all tangled up in SVT, didn’t you? How did you manage to do that?” Joker narrowed his eyes when you didn’t answer. “I asked you a question.”

Dickhead jabbed the wet sponge against your base side, holding it there. The muscles in that area tensed up and the painful vibration of electricity shot through your system. You let out a cry of pain that had your breath catching in your throat, unable to move away from it to escape the pain.

“Will you answer me?” He asked over your shouts, apathetic to the situation. “Anything?”

“Fuck off!” You yelled, thrashing until Joker gave a signal for his companion to stop. An angered roar left you, quickly taking in air to fill your burning lungs.

Shaking his head, Joker clicked his tongue like a disappointed parent, a long sigh leaving him. “Oh, Mouse, so far we have been so kind to you, haven’t we, Nightmare?”

“Very.” Once more, the sponge was pressed into your side with the second joining the other side.

The entirety of your body tensed up. You screamed loudly, muscles twitching and seizing. The moment the cables were removed, you fell limp, unable to hold yourself up. The pain in your wrists felt welcoming compared to the numbness and weakness that washed through you. There was a faint tingling where you were shocked, the unstable racing of your heart beating out of your chest and up into your throat.

Tears welled up in your eyes as your head hung down. Dizziness swirled your vision, the floor and walls felt like it was moving in a million different directions. The ache in your side stung when you managed to shift but you didn’t give them the satisfaction of hearing you weep.

They exchanged a few hushed words before you were left alone, the lights flicking off. Left in complete darkness, you allowed yourself a moment of reprieve, hoping to be prepared for whatever they inflicted upon you next.

All you heard from the last however long was the mind numbing dripping of water from that leaky pipe. Your throat was dry and every breath felt like sandpaper, scratchy and irritated. The room was freezing, on top of being doused twice previously in water and your energy was rock bottom.

“You’ll be okay, Mouse.” You whispered into the blank space. “You have to be okay. They won’t kill you. They can’t. It isn’t their endgame.”

Your eyelids felt heavy, threatening to close as the exhaustion took over. You had little to no feeling in your arms from them being raised for so long, pins and needles stinging the nerves in your upper limbs. The headache transitioned long ago into a migraine, and the pain at your waist continued to tingle and sting in the chilled air.

While you should have been worried for yourself, you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying about everyone else.

Was Seokmin okay after finding out you had been taken? How were Jeonghan and Joshua holding up? Had any of them got any rest? Were they eating at all? How were the rest of the groups holding up? Were they close to finding you?

You craved the safety of being around them. Their presence was what held you together when everything went wrong and right now you were alone, holding onto hope. There were cracks in the foundation of your stability. Mentally you could hold it together longer, but you were concerned of how long that hold out would be. Physically…that troubled you more, already feeling sluggish. If they came in and unhooked you, there would be no stopping you from crumbling to the floor.

Letting your eyes shut, you took in slow breaths, grounding yourself to the reality of the situation weighing down on you.

“Have you thought about what your future would have been if you hadn’t met us?” Joshua ran his hand up and down your spine, laying on the couch in your apartment, a calm weekday night.

You laughed, nodding your head. “At first, yeah, but not for a little bit now. I had this decent life plan the moment I left college, like one of those dreams that manifest from watching too many rom-com movies.”

Joshua joined in your laughter, resting his cheek over the top of your head. “Tell me about it, please?”

“When I first moved into my old apartment, I told myself three things.” You thought back, unable to stop the giggle from bubbling out. “First, I wanted to steadily climb the ladder at work to live a comfortable life where I didn’t need to worry too much about money.”

“Got it, so you kinda have that with us.” Wrapping both arms around you, Joshua placed a kiss on your forehead. “Minus the work ladder thing, of course. Sounds boring.”

“Second…my plan was to find myself a significant other after I had the stability I craved. I remember wanting the stupid suburb house with the stupid little white fence.” You rested your chin on his chest, seeing him try not to laugh. It did sound a little dumb. “Number three…”

Noticing your hesitation, Joshua raised a brow, pouting a little. “Number three?”

Pushing yourself up, you straddled his hips, smiling to yourself as you shook your head. “I wanted to get married one day… Give myself a life I didn’t know I wanted until I was mostly free of my past. I…wanted a family too so I could be the parent mine weren’t to me.”

Joshua stared up at you, wide eyed but a glimmer of fondness shining. He gazed over your face, placing his hands gently on your hips before that loving, familiar smile spread on his lips. He scoffed but his grin continued to grow wider until he couldn’t any further.

“What?”

“Now that you are here with us, what do you think now?”

Reaching out, you pushed some hair back from his face and cupped his cheeks. “Well, I kinda have one and I pretty much have the second one, times two.”

“And number three?” Leaning up on his elbows, he tilted his head to the side.

“Hm…” You smirked, biting your lip to hold in your snicker. “You’ll have to fight Jeonghan for that one…Maybe even Seungcheol.”

“Ew, gag.” Joshua fake gagged and you fell forward onto him, wheezing out a laugh.

“Need to spend less time with Seungkwan and Mingyu, babe.”

—

“Y/N?” Your head snapped up to the sound of Jongho’s voice from behind you. Just as you had much earlier in the night, you watched as he crawled out the window to join you on the roof, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and another one in hand. “It’s freezing out here, dude.”

“If it’s so cold, you didn’t have to join me. You know I don’t mind sitting out here.” You took the blanket he offered either way, letting him settle close to your side. “Can’t sleep?”

“Not really. I tried for a while but I kept tossing and turning.” He tucked his knees in towards his chest, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders. There was a dark bruise already blooming on his cheek. You grabbed his chin and turned his face towards you to see it better. “I didn’t wash the dishes right so he hit me.”

You didn’t hesitate to throw your arm over his shoulder and pulled him close. He, though typically adverse to affection, leaned his head on your shoulder. You could feel his posture slump and a sigh puffed out in the cold air.

“I’m sorry, hun.” You rested your cheek against the top of his head, “I’m gonna get us out of here, promise.”

“How do you think you’ll do that?”

“Your pick; bottle rocket, sugar in the gas tank, vegetable oil in the engine, or calling child services.” You were glad to hear his giggle, a big grin on his face. “Or I could do all over them at once and really fuck them over.”

“Bottle rocket in the exhaust pipe?” He suggested and you laughed quietly, not wanting to wake your foster parents.

“I can definitely start there. It will take some time to get it since I got to be sneaky.” Ruffling his hair, you sighed, leaning your head back to stare up at the sky. “We’ll be okay, Jongho.”

“What if they separate us?” He sounded worried. “What then?”

“Then…” You tried to think of the best thing to say at the moment. “Then you face the world with your head held high and remember that you are a smart kid. You make sure you keep your grades up so you get into a good college to be successful in the future.”

“Do you think I’ll ever see you again?” Jongho lifted his head from your shoulder, wide eyes staring back with worry.

“Yeah, you will definitely see me in the future.” Internally you weren’t so confident but you pinched his cheeks, seeing him cringe and swat your hands away. “I’ll make sure we see each other in the future. And I sure as hell hope fate helps with that.”

“I’m gonna miss you, Y/N.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, Jongho.”

They had been out searching for hours .

Joshua’s skin was crawling with well hidden anxiety but Seungcheol was fuming every step of the way. While he attempted to keep a level head, Cheol wasn’t hesitating to tear things apart as time went on. The leader would enter a space with authority and at the drop of a hat would have him and their men that they brought along trashing a space before moving on when Mouse wasn’t found.

“It’s been hours, how has no one found any signs of her?!” For the first time, Seungcheol vocalized his anger, standing in the most recent drug den they raided.

Joshua ran a hand through his already tousled and knotted hair, sighing for the hundredth time within the last two hours. Leaning himself against a half broken table after checking its stability, he placed his hands on his knees, taking a few deep breaths. Cheol’s anger was palpable and it was starting to get to Joshua and pull at his last string of resolve.

“We have hundreds searching the city, we’ve been searching. It would be a good idea if we branch out from the city and look at surrounding areas.” Joshua heaved out the suggestion, throwing a hand up in thought. “I don’t know where else we can look around here, Cheol.”

Seungcheol pulled his phone out and made a call to Wonwoo, asking him to contact half their help to expand their search further out. Joshua watched as his friend paced, pulling at his hair, shaking with unraveled concern and frustration.

“What do you mean Seokmin and Jeonghan are gone?” He stopped his pacing, confused as his eyebrows furrowed together. “Where-? Huh? With? Okay…Fuckers…Just, tell them not to be fucking idiots and that Sona is in charge of them- Yeah, just keep me updated on anything you guys find and I’ll keep you updated here.”

As he hung up, Joshua scoffed, shaking his head. “What did you expect them to do? Listen in a situation like this?”

“No but- I don’t know- At least they have one person with them…” Seungcheol grumbled, still fuming down at his phone. “We are going on hour seven and nothing. How does someone simply disappear without a trace?”

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Joshua let his eyes well with tears, jaw clenched uncomfortably tight. He dropped his head, raising a hand to rub and message at the back of his neck. His shoulder, neck, and back were tense, moving wasn’t the best idea but he was running on waning adrenaline, maybe a coffee from the morning, and anxiety. The necklace Mouse had given him for Christmas rested heavy around his neck as he felt the metal against his hand. Joshua let himself trace the chain and brought it to his lips, gently kissing the pendent.

They were going to find Mouse, he had been chanting it every building they entered into and tore top to bottom. No figurative stone was going to go unturned but he worried for the state she’d be in once they got her home. While he knew Mouse was strong and could withstand a decent amount, what were the people that took her submitting to her to? Was she holding onto hope like they were trying to? It was getting difficult to keep his head on straight.

Cheol rested himself against the broken desk beside Joshua, shoulders slumping. “I’m starting to think like Han, Shua.”

“Yah,” Joshua’s head shot up, barely holding back the tears that threatened to fall. “Don’t you start with that shit either. Come on, man.”

“I-” Cheol paused, raising his hands to his face and sniffling, which caught Joshua off guard. “Fuck, man. I can’t fall apart right now.”

“Do not-” Joshua shuttered, unable to keep his voice stable. He let the tears he was holding in slip down his cheeks.

Seungcheol threw an arm over Joshua’s shoulder and tugged him into his side. Though quiet, they cried in relative silence, letting the stress of the situation take hold of their emotions. The grip on Joshua’s shoulders was tight as Cheol muttered something he couldn’t make out, maybe a prayer, grounding the two of them to reality. Neither of them heard the footsteps approach but a voice caught their attention.

“ King, Hades ?” There was hesitation in their crew member’s voice, a nervous shift to his gaze. “We- Uh…The entire place is fully clear, even the underground sections. Whenever you are, we are all ready to move out again.”

Almost instantly, Joshua straightened up, wiping his face and stood. “We’ll meet you out at the cars, clear out.”

Once he stepped out and walked away, Cheol sighed.

“I don’t think she is strong enough like the rest of us, she probably can’t withstand anything they might do to her.” Seungcheol ran both hands over his face, collecting his emotions as he stood, shaking his head.

“Hey, man, don’t underestimate my girlfriend.” Joshua’s attempt at a joke was met with a roll of the leader’s eyes. He brought the pendant on his lips again, saying a silent prayer for her safety. “She will be okay. Mouse is a fighter. I’m sure she is giving whoever took her a run for their money.”

“I hope you are right on this one.”

“All you have to do is answer the question, Y/N…”

“And like I keep saying,” You spit out a decent amount of blood, thrashing despite your arms still being hung above your head, “Sit on a cactus, suck a dick, and choke on it.”

Beside you, Dickhead clicked his tongue, ready to aim another punch to your side. It would make for the tenth punch or kick he had landed as far as you counted. Both sides of your abdomen and the left side of your face hurt like hell. You didn’t even want to imagine how you looked…Hell, you were having difficulty keeping your left eye open from the hits to your face. Joker stopped him though, standing up and strolling over towards you slowly, shaking his head.

“You know,” He took a knife from the other man’s belt and unsheathed it. “You are holding on much longer than any of us expected. Here I thought you'd break a long time ago, but here we are… Is it the trauma from finding your parents dead from an OD?”

You swallowed thickly and tried not to say anything to his inquiry, needing to breathe through your mouth from how bad your face and nose felt. With the knife in hand, biting down on the inside of your cheek, unsure of his reactions in comparison to his counterpart seeing as he only asked questions so far.

“Or…was it when you snuck into that building and saw SVT?”

You stopped breathing, snapping your mouth shut.

How fucking long had they been watching you?

“You saw, what? Two people get shot?” He started to circle your hanging form like you were prey, toying with the knife. “Or…was it when Mingyu was shot?”

That…yeah, that struck a cord inside that had you snarling at him. “Keep his name out of your mouth, pig!”

“Oh~” He chuckled lowly, tilting his head to the side. “Protective, aren’t we?”

Joker leaned close, using the knife to brush your hair back. “Would you like to know a secret?”

When you gave no reaction, he brought his lips close to your ear. “We gave the order to shoot first.”

If you were an old cartoon character, steam would be blowing out your ears comically.

You pulled your head away from him before quickly slamming the side of your head into his face. There was the telltale, unmistakable cracking sound and he yelled out at the unexpected pain. Your head spun from the nonstop migraine you’ve had pounding since you first woke up, yet the pain was welcoming compared to their treatment. Your cheek and eye area were pulsing, definitely swollen, along with the pain in your side from the electrocution. Dickhead was having fun using you as a punching bag when you didn’t answer Joker .

“You…are going to regret that.” Joker got into your field of vision properly, eyes full of rage.

His nose was broken if the cracking of bone wasn’t enough, slightly tilted to the side, crooked. Blood trailed down from his nostrils and into his mouth, making him spit off to the side.

Harshly, his hands jutted out and wrapped around your neck, sneezing and cutting off your air flow. You gasped for air, struggling against your confines and swinging your legs out to get him away but it was useless. His grip tightened and the longer he strangled you, the more your vision started to get hazy around the edges. The moment your eyes started to roll back, on the verge of passing out, and your thrashing became sluggish, Joker released his hold.

The rush of air that filled your lungs was enough to make you go limp. Your head was light in the worst way and your extremities were shaky. Blood rushing through your ears hindered you from hearing their conversation, not that there was a care to give other than breathing. You did notice one of them move before the chain holding the hook up was loosened and your body crumbled unceremoniously to the floor.

Your bound wrists were grabbed as someone dragged you across the ground, the half broken ceiling lights fading in and out of your clouded vision. There was barely any energy left to struggle, too lethargic and woozy to figure out what they were doing with you. Whoever was dragging you dropped your arms and another pair of hands were tying your legs together.

You tried to focus your eyes on one of the men in the room, their words murky and distant but quickly stopped to save your strength. The light above that stared down at you was blocked by Kihyun’s big fucking head and his ugly ass smirk. He said something you couldn’t hear so you didn’t provide a response, only for a swift kick to land against the side of your abdomen and the pain had you curling in on yourself. From the feeling alone, you had a good handful of broken ribs, at least you were feeling something at this point.

A few sets of hands grabbed you next, hauling you up from the cold ground and carrying you somewhere. You were dead weight in their arms but they didn’t seem to struggle, being tossed in a crate or box. Furrowing your brows together, you let your good eye flit around, confusion flooding your mind.

“Wait-” The moment everything clicked, you cleared your throat, rough and frail from Joker’s strangling. Two unknown men went to close the top and you attempted to set up, shaking your head quickly.

“Wait no-” Someone’s hand forcibly pushed you down and the box was closed and locked shut. You beat your hands against the top, darkness shrouding you. “Let me out!”

The words had no force behind them, weak screams only bouncing off the walls of your confines. Continuously, you beat your restrained hands and feet against the top and sides as the panic rose in your chest. There wasn’t a way to calm yourself, breathing coming out in short, sobbing gasps. At some point you couldn’t make out any of the words you desperately tried to babble out. You hopelessly dropped your limbs, praying your eyes adjusted to the limited light soon.

You couldn’t shift comfortably – or at all –, knees bent up with no way to straighten out. The only soothing thing was the cool metal against your barely clothed back, which gave you an answer of what kind of box you were in. The anxiety of being locked in used up the rest of your energy, your throat and sides hurt horrible, and your waning brain power struggled to take in the situation Monsta X placed you in.

As your eyes adjusted, you noticed the decent sized air holes from what you could tell, but they were near your feet so you couldn’t look out and investigate around. Any attempt to focus on hearing anything came up short, your ears hadn’t stopped ringing. Raising your wrists enough to see them, you determined there was no chance to get free, not even your legs with how small the space was.

Leaning your head back with a soft thunk, you took the pain radiating through your body as a sign that you weren’t dead . You’d grasp tightly on that fact to keep you going until you were home, however long that could be. You weren’t sure how much more your body could take. Nightmare didn’t pull a single punch or kick, he was uncaring with slashing, and the eclectic shocks had your heart all over the place. Now, in the metal box, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what they were going to hurt you with next.

You didn’t realize you passed out until a loud, rattling bang jolted you awake. The entire box shook violently and you shrieked in terror at the suddenness of it. Your body shook, tensing up in anticipation of another hit to come.

The knowing feeling of a looming panic attack built up quickly, fully triggered when hit after hit beat down against the metal. Whatever items they were beating your confines with was making a deafening, metal on metal sound. It reverberated off the walls, never letting up, and you struggled to breath through your (justified) hysteria. No amount of screaming or pleading was going to stop their task of your torture and their entertainment.

You knew it probably wasn’t long yet it felt like it went on for hours. With your back fully against the bottom, you felt every single vibration like it shocked your system. It hurt even if it wasn’t hitting you directly. You could make out the edges of the box denting from certain hits, making the already small space smaller the longer it went on.

With your hands bound, you weren’t even about to cover your ears to block out some of the sound.

“Make it stop!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, hearing your voice echoing in your ears, kicking at the sides the best you could.

It didn’t stop, tears were streaming down your face as you wailed helplessly. Trembling was the only thing you could do besides pray for relief.

You could feel yourself beginning to slip into a dissociative state, maybe from self preservation. The banging was starting to sound far off in the distance, out of body the longer it went on. The last time you really had a dissociative episode was in the shower after Mingyu was shot. You could remember the metallic smell of blood, similar to the inside of the box that surrounded you. There was that nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach like you were falling out of the sky. The air around you was stuffy, your breathing was shallow the more you disconnected from reality.

If the hits stopped, you weren’t able to tell. The repeated sound replayed in your head in time with the beating of your heart. Any pain you felt was pins and needles, or washing over with numbness, mind and body attempted to regulate their functions to protect you, if your body could protect you.

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wooahaeruby · 6 months ago

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Um. So funny story.

My insurance kicked me off.

I don't have therapy anymore :D

Chapter 40: Lost & Found

Chapter Word Count: (I stopped keeping track)

Drowning Hypothermia Branding / Skin mutilation Forced drug over dose (complicated) Hallucination Everyone is sad, I'm sorry.

Author's Note:

I need to be euthanized, anyways-

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Anxiously sitting in the warehouse office, Chan’s legs bounced, unable to settle any of the uneasiness in his stomach.

It had been well over twenty-four hours since she had been taken. Chan wasn’t dumb, he knew the statistics; the longer someone wasn’t found, the less likely they were to be found alive . He had been stewing on that information for hours already.

He, Seungkwan, and Vernon, along with a team of their people, searched every club and bar SVT over saw in the city majority of the day yesterday and all night. They were living off many, many cups of coffee at that point. There was no sign of her in any of those buildings. Vernon had suggested going a little north out of the city to some places he knew of but those spots came up empty too.

Somewhere between needing to change and a desperate need to eat, Seungcheol called everyone back to regroup, only keeping their workers out to keep hunting.

“Anything?” Jongho hovered over Yeosang’s and Wonwoo’s shoulders, he hadn’t asked anything within the last hour of pacing, but he was hoping to catch a glance at anything useful on their computer monitors.

Yeosang looked up at him with a neutral expression but his eyes held the answer the younger man didn’t want to know. Yeosang shook his head and Chan watched as Jongho’s shoulders fell and a shaky breath was pushed out of his nose. He settled next to Chan where he leaned against the back of one of the couches, placing his face in his hands. Chan reached out a hand to clasp it on Jongho’s shoulder, a silent acknowledgement that he was there.

Low murmurs between everyone was unnerving. With no answers and little further clues found, the unrest was tangible. The simple assortment of food that was laid out on the conference table was untouched and had long grown cold, even though Chan was starving. He tried a bite and the anxiety only had him sick to his stomach. Some people were barely holding onto consciousness, exhaustion from the worry and being on the go catching up to them and it was evident on everyone’s faces.

Jihoon’s head was dropping and snapping up but he downed his third coffee – if Chan counted correctly– to stay awake. Seonghwa had given everyone some energy boosting supplement from their supplies. Minghao had downed a few painkillers to help against the migraine he had murmured about earlier but still rubbed his temples. Wooyoung, Changbin, and Yeonjun were making a lot of calls but nothing came out of those calls.

“I don’t know where else to look.” Soobin signed, leaning back in the office chair that was pulled up to Seungcheol’s desk, looking over the city map laid out.

“We have no leads on the water.” Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose, sipping his coffee. “They’ve checked all vessels in and out of the waterways but nothing.”

“Please continue on with them if it’s possible.” Jeonghan looked like a shell of himself beside Joshua, both sitting side by side as Seungcheol paced behind them.

“I know you all want to stay out, but you should get some rest.” Minji looked at the three leaders than around the room, “We can handle-”

“We can’t rest.” Joshua shook his head, picking at his nail beds. “We-”

“We can’t have you guys, or anyone one of us in here, passing out behind the wheel or no energy to fight.” Chris stopped Joshua’s argument, frowning. “Most of us haven’t eaten, I can speak for SKZ, but most of them are surviving on too much coffee and might crash. We can keep our people out but switch off crews so everyone gets some sort of rest, we need them to be attentive.”

“We should call in Rheia.” Jeonghan stated bluntly, a few heads whipping over to him in a mix of confusion and curiosity.

Sona pushed herself off the wall where she listened in, stepping forward towards the leaders. “How-”

“Oddly enough, she was Mouse’s old neighbor, Ms. Nina.” He weakly laughed, pushing his hair back. “Or we ask Psy for help.”

“I’ll call Rheia first. I know her girls. She can rally faster with those loyal to her.”

Chan watched them talk silently, keeping Jongho close. Seungkwan sat at his other side, drumming his fingers against his thighs warily. Seungcheol continued to pace, only to stop abruptly, rubbing his hands over his tired face.

“God, I hate that you are right, Chris.” He grumbled behind his hands, sounding drained, dejected. “Sona, call her and let me know what she says.”

“We can meet again in the morning, Fresh eyes. We only need a couple hours to recharge.” Chris placed his hands on Seungcheol’s upper arm, “You too, we can meet here back at six or seven.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Sighing, his leader nodded, letting the fatigue take over some.

There was hesitation from everyone to actually move and leave. Seungkwan rested his head on Chan’s shoulder, staring out in the distance.

He took in a big breath, holding it in his chest before unexpected tears started to well in his eyes and roll down his cheek. Chan cursed pretty loud, quickly wiping his face in hopes to not worry anyone but the damage was already done. He hiccupped trying to catch his breath, Mingyu and Seungcheol descending on him in seconds. Seungkwan held him close, even Jongho provided physical comfort with an arm around him. He tried to brush them off so as to not baby him or get too worried.

“S-stop, stop please-” Chan pushed Mingyu back but the older man was also crying which made him cry more . “I-”

Jongho silently squeezed his shoulder, a fresh line of tears running down his cheeks. There was a shuffle of feet as many were leaving to give them some privacy, but 99 line, Siyeon, and ATZ’s youngest stayed.

“I miss Mouse,” Chan groaned, sniffling and leaning his head back. “I miss Mouse so much and I’m so scared-”

“We’ll find her, Chan,” Leaning into Wooyoung’s side, Gahyeon cleared her throat, eyes puffy and red. Wooyoung didn’t look much better. “But we can’t continue with little energy.”

“I know- But how are any of us going to rest when she isn’t home with us? Safe?”

“We will rest, just not peacefully, or well enough.” Seungcheol ruffled Chan’s hair, taking in a deep breath to clear his nose. “We will stare at the ceiling until we pass out, running through every scenario in our heads until we pass out like we do when any one of us is hurt. We will get up tomorrow to get out there and search again.”

“Boss-” Sona stopped into the room once more, phone in hand. She cleared her throat, breaking up the moment. “She’d like to speak with you.”

“Go home,” The leader spoke pointedly at everyone, “The rest of you can come, go, whatever. I’m assuming half of you are going to Mouse’s place anyways-”

“Good to know you know what to expect.”

“Come on, Chan,” Mingyu was gently bumped out of the way by Changbin, pulling him to fully stand. “Food is on me and Mouse’s couch is comfy.”

“Don’t touch her bedroom.” Joshua huffed. “We-”

“Ay Ay, captain.” Changbin ignored any other word, throwing his shoulder over Chan’s shoulder. “Alright, I’m thinking take out, or the diner, sitting on the couch, we can have a good cry then pass out.”

“Does food extend to us as well?” San asked, dragging Jongho at his side, making Changbin look back at the rest.

“Hm…I’m feeling generous, it’s all on me.”

Chan huffed out a laugh, using his sleeve to rub his face. “You are over the top and ridiculous.”

Chanbin took his phone out of his pocket, pulled up a delivery app and handed it over to Chan first. “That is what friends are for, dude. We are in this together so get used to seeing me until we get her home.”

“Thank you, ‘Bin.”

“Always, Chan.”

They were moving you.

You had been jostled awake by a jerking motion then the steady sway of being carried. The rest you got was nowhere near restful. Your body ached and screamed for any type of alleviation to the pain. You both felt everything and nothing at the same time. Physically you were alive, thankfully – albeit beaten and bruised, but alive. Mentally, the distance between your thoughts and reality was setting in more permanently.

Earlier, before you succumbed to unconsciousness, you swore you heard Jeonghan outside of the crate. His voice sounded so…so comforting, but he was telling you to sleep, to save whatever little strength you had left, like a guardian angel watching over you. When your eyes closed, you saw all of SVT’s faces smiling so gently at you, whispering to rest for the time you had.

Again, the box was jostled, however there was an audible splash that brought some life back into your mind. You took a moment to take in the silence before water started to trickle in from the air holes quickly.

Tucking your legs as close as you could to your upper body, you reminded yourself that you had to stay calm. If you panicked, you’d run out of air faster. Taking in slow, even breaths regardless of the panicked racing of your heart, you squeezed your eyes shut. The water rose within the space at an alarming speed, the freezing feeling of it sickening. You only had your pants and a bra on, nothing to help combat the cold, not that it could do much with soaked clothing.

You weren’t sure when you started to pray but you muttered any and every god or goddess’s name you could think of. There was zero energy to space to struggle, not that it would be remotely worth any of the effort given your restraints. There wasn’t even a tear to cry, eyes burning at how dry they were.

By the time the water reached your chest, you had slumped dispiritedly, letting your head rest against the back of the box in the shrinking pocket of air. The chilling sensation soothed some pain, yet heightened others in the laceration on your stomach and the spots you were electrocuted. You didn’t stop shivering once it started, toes to your neck numb to different degrees. You were barely able to feel your fingers and toes. Your heart rate began to slow along with your breathing. You let your eyelids flutter closed, forehead getting pressed soon to the top of the box to hold out any more air.

“I’m sorry.” You said into the void, taking one deep breath. “I’m sorry for not being stronger.”

—

“...er up!”

Everything sounded like you were still underwater. You could feel you weren’t as cold as before but you were still shivering.

You coughed to clear your throat but your chest was heavy, tight. Coughing harder, you felt a rush of liquid and you were pushed harshly onto your side to expel what was in your lungs. The more you coughed up, the lighter your chest felt, thank god, and the easier it was to breathe. You gasped helplessly for air, struggling against the hold whoever was restraining you had. Your ears didn’t process the scream you wailed out as they hauled you off the floor, haphazardly being tossed into the metal chair.

They struggled to tie you down, fighting against your constant lashing out. You were confused, only trying to protect yourself. All your thoughts were scrambled and disorganized, trying to comprehend what was happening. You weren’t dead, but your lungs burned and the fight or flight instincts fueled your exertion.

You were ninety-five percent sure you bit someone while you were struggling – or well, you think you bit someone. It could have been your tongue or cheek for all you knew.

Monsta X’s men had finally got you re-tied to the chair. The ropes were tight but not as they were previously. There was some give even if they still dug in uncomfortably to your still fresh wounded wrists when shifting.

“Mouse, did you have a good dip?” Kihyun’s condescension made you want to throw up more than just the water in your lungs. “We are getting close to the end of our time together. Did you enjoy your time with us?”

Unfocused, your hollow eyes stared up at him, eyes drifting to the five other men standing around. Their underlings stood not far off but you paid them little mind as you clenched your jaw. Joker was grinning with a lanky yet…oddly youthful looking man. Nightmare stood beside a man taller than him, broad shouldered and a dead inside stare. You recognized him from the gala, he sat a majority of the time and barely moved. The last person, their leader from the puzzle piece jumbled in your brain, stood with his shoulders back, a stern stare and tight jaw.

“I’m sure you had a great time, you look like you did, but we still have a couple more surprises for you.”

Fuck off , you swallowed down the thought, no fight left to retort to his bullshit.

Kihyun flicked a glance to Nightmare , watching him disappear somewhere behind you. Your brain started to catch up more to the surroundings. There was a radiating warmth from behind you, it – though looming – was welcoming to your frigid limbs. You wanted to peek back to see what it was but your main captor used a finger to push your head back by the forehead. His pupils were blown wide, unable to tell if it was from drugs or sick excitement from watching you suffer.

“Hold her down.” The leader spoke, the monotone voice you recognized from your first time waking up there.

Frowning in question, you flinched as Joker wrapped an arm around high on your neck under your chin and hand to your forehead to keep your head back. The man beside him grabbed your left upper arm while tall and broad took your right, firmly holding you in place.

Kihyun shoved a rag in your mouth that you tried to spit out when you opened to ask what was going on.

Nightmare appeared back into your line of sight not long after. You took notice of him stepping closer, raising what you realized was a branding iron. The iron itself was a simple X , bright red, burning hot, and being brought closer to your chest. Their grip tightened as you struggled, shaking your head. You screamed around the rag, lurching when the hot iron touched the center of your upper chest. Tears strung from your eyes, trailing down your cheeks as your head trashed.

The pain was short lived, maybe not even a few seconds, before the iron was pulled away. Your skin felt flush but the pain, at the moment, was numbed, dull at the initial sight. The nerves were probably dead, similar to a third degree burn. Your heart beat out of your chest and you felt faint. Even if the pain was short, all your internal systems were in overdrive, wanting to protect whatever part of your physical strength was left. You went limp, feeling their hold loosen, but the ghost of their touch lingering on your skin, and the rag was taken from your mouth.

“Just kill me.” You gasped out the words, trembling. “End it at this point. You don’t want me, you want them. Clearly you know how to get to them if you’ve been watching me.”

“Where would be the fun in killing you when we can deliver you to them?” Lanky with the young face hummed out the words, tilting his head to the side. “That would break them more knowing they couldn’t find you…or help you…Gotta think big picture.”

Nightmare scoffed, dusting his hands off as he rejoined the group. “They got close, twice.”

“You worry too much.” Joker rolled his eyes, raising his wrist to check his watch. “They’ve called Rheia .”

“Then we are running out of time.” The leader sighed, “ Charmer, get working on their security system.”

Lanky hummed once again, grinning at you before turning on his heels to leave.

“ Baron, Joker , keep them off of us a little longer. Shark, Nightmare …do whatever you were planning to do. Don’t overdo it.”

“Of course, Shepard .” Kihyun’s eyes lit up. “We only need a few more minutes anyways.”

“We will prep the car then.” Shepard left with their men, leaving you alone with Kihyun and Nightmare .

“There has always been one thing I’ve wanted to try,” The former man strolled back and forth as Nightmare moved again. “Can you guess what it is?”

“A lobotomy?” The brand on your chest strung, or the skin around it did, the cold air raising goose bumps on your skin. “Maybe you could try self castration, heard it is all the rage now.”

“Creative but no, Mouse.” He shook his head. “I’ve wondered what would happen if someone was injected with too much epinephrine.”

Your heart dropped to the floor. You know what epi did to someone having an allergic reaction, it saved lives or helped keep them alive until they got to a hospital. The epinephrine would get injected into the thigh since it was dangerous to go directly into the bloodstream.

“Today, you are going to be our little lap rat.” Kihyun took out a knife and leaned over to cut your pants, making a hole over your thigh. “Now typically, you are given a rather small dose in an epipen, but we basically are going to give you more for fun and observation.”

“That could kill me.” You swallowed weakly, watching him rip your pants.

“Ah~” Kihyun snickered. “We won’t let that happen, we said we wouldn’t kill you, Mouse.”

Nightmare handed over an auto-injector to the other man, moving to stand off to the side to observe. Kihyun twirled the device in hand for a moment, kneeling beside your exposed leg. You didn’t meet his eyes when he glanced up deviously, only staring at the paint chipped, cracked wall across the wall.

He raised the injector and slammed it into your thigh, holding it in until the entire contents was pushed into your body. You bit your tongue at the pain, harshly, breathing out of your nose. It wasn’t too long before your heart was beating fast and you were starting to sweat.

You grew increasingly lightheaded and both arms were starting to shake uncontrollably. It was getting hard to breath no matter how deep or steady of a breath you took, chest tight. Your eyes couldn’t hold focus on the wall any longer, a constant state of mental static overtaking your thoughts. A wave of nausea rushed up your throat but acid only burned at the back of it.

You could feel the stares of your captors, observing each and every reaction like you were a rat in a cage. They looked on with way too much interest. Kihyun had stood up but your mind was way too detached to care.

You didn’t feel good, obviously, but the main problem came when your heart rate slowed quickly, too quickly. You wanted to vocalize that something wasn’t right but nothing came out, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

Nightmare said something to Kihyun that the latter rolled his eyes at. Surprisingly, there seemed to be a hint of genuine concern in the former man’s eyes but Kihyun held no care at all. You couldn’t hear the rest of their exchange, like cotton was packed tightly into your ears. Your vision grew spotty, tunneling as the edges got blurred.

It’s okay.

The voice sounded close but so far away at the same time.

It’s okay, my dear.

You’ve…heard it before, a long time ago. It was sweet, comforting like a warm hug.

You’ll see us soon, we’ve been waiting for you for so long.

That didn’t…sound right. You didn’t want to go anywhere besides back to SVT.

You don’t have to be scared, Y/N. You'll be by mom and dad’s side soon. You don’t have to fight anymore.

No…No, you wouldn’t. You were going to go home where you were safe, protected.

Just go to sleep, you’ll be okay when you wake up.

No, no, I’m going to get out of here. You promised yourself you’d get out.

The edges of your vision continued to grow dark, consuming your sight. The last thing you took note of was Kihyun and his sick, demented smile.

Tossing his glasses on the table, Wonwoo sighed, rubbing his hands over his face and massaging his temples. His eyes hurt, he was exhausted, and no amount of Monster energy drinks were going to help.

When they all gathered early in the morning, he went out with Mingyu so as to not be cooped up in the warehouse all day. Wonwoo was itching to help more than stare at his computer screen with nothing coming up as the hours went on. He grew frustrated when there was still no sign of Mouse and got dropped off to descend into the insanity once more of watching street camera feeds. He went at it for hours, sitting beside Yeosang and Siyeon, doing everything in their power to find her.

Rheia’s people – her girls – were helping search the city from what Seungcheol explained the previous night. The older woman had been furious when she spoke to Cheol and Sona, thankfully not at them but overall from the fact Mouse was taken. She didn’t want to get Psy involved yet, she had plenty of resources but if she wasn’t found by the end of the day, he would have called in on her order.

It was New Years day for fucks sake. Last night there was no celebration, no party drinking (though a few did to cope and sleep), and no life in the penthouse. They were zombies walking. They should have been ringing in the new year on a joyous note but instead they were anxious and restless. Wonwoo only got three hours of sleep, max, and wouldn’t lie that he had a drink or two to take some of the edge off before knocking out.

“My eyes hurt like hell.” Siyeon complained, trying her hair out of her face the best she could. “I’ve long run out of ideas of what to do and the longer I find nothing, the more frustrated I grow.”

“You and me both.” Yeosang took his headphones off, slumping back in his chair. “I’ve exhausted any angle I can use.”

“Where do we even go now?” Wonwoo couldn’t understand how there wasn’t a hint of something to help them. He slid his glass back on and sighed again. “I’m not losing hope but what else is there to do besides help on the search front? No credit card use since it was left, couldn’t track any second vehicle somehow, and they left her phone behind. I just don’t want to find body parts scattered across the city.”

Siyeon reached over and gave him a squeeze on the shoulder. “I have this gut feeling that won’t happen. We have a whole army looking for Mouse. She will turn up. I’m more worried about how she will be when she is found.”

“I don’t want to imagine that, not yet at least. All of us already know what people are capable of but imaging Mouse, who is like a sister to me, hurt? I know the guys can handle a lot, but that might throw me over the edge or shut me down.”

“I would bet both at some point.” Seokmin’s voice surprised the three but they were thrilled to see the coffee tray he had in his hand. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.” Wonwoo pulled out a chair for him, a small ‘thank you’ being let out as he took the drinks. “Why are you back?”

“Sona said I needed to cool off so she dropped me off. She’s right on that one though.” He sighed, sinking into the office chair. “I’m too wired and she thinks I’ll snap and joked I’d break my other set of knuckles, or worse.”

Yeosang made a strange humming sound then sat up quickly. “ATZ’s system went down.”

“What?” Wonwoo choked on his coffee, pulling his own laptop closer to see something similar for SVT’s system.

He typed quickly, trying to access any part of their system, flabbergasted that it even went out in the first place. Siyeon groaned in annoyance with DC down as well. The three of them tried to find what caused the shut down, throwing out empty suggestions or curses. With their systems down, everything was down; secure communication with the teams, the cameras in and around their properties, and all their security systems that alerted when people entered or exited. They’d be more susceptible to exposure and he didn’t want to have the government on their asses on top of Mouse being gone.

“Fuck, I can’t get it back!” Wonwoo shouted, slamming a hand on the table.

“I’m locked out.” Yeosang groaned, fingers racing across the keyboard.

“Ditto.” Siyeon put her head down, fists balled in anger before her head lifted and disbelief danced across her face before she glared at the screen. “ I can’t believe someone blacked us out.”

“Unbelievable- Seokmin call-” Wonwoo turned his attention to his groupmate, the other already on his phone, calling Cheol most likely.

“Hey- No, listen to me.” Seokmin stood, pacing back and forth. “We are down, Don’t contact- yeah. If you see anyone, tell them to stay put. We aren’t the only ones out.”

“I’ll send a message when we are back up.” Turning back to his computer, Wonwoo tried again to bring the system back. “This is the worst time-”

“Oh! I’m back!” Siyeon cheered, turning to Yeosang and Wonwoo.

“How?” The youngest in the room frowned, confused.

“I dunno! It was dark then suddenly it was back up. I’m going to run diagnostics for spyware or anything like that. I’ll be more thorough later.” She sounded as confused as Wonwoo felt.

“What?” Wonwoo leaned over, staring at her screen for a moment. “I hope this is some sort of fluke…”

After a few more long minutes, Yeosang clicked his tongue.

“I’m…back in too? Same as Siyeon said. I’m going to run a diag’ just in case too.” He typed awake, shaking his head. “None of this makes sense.”

Sighing, Wonwoo stared at his screen, hoping his system came back as quickly as the others. Then he waited…and waited…and waited, with the three of them watching over his shoulder. He was counting the minutes, eyes darting to and from the time. Each minute was longer than the last, three minutes…five…ten…By fifteen he was ready to rip his hair out of his skull.

“Oh, some of your cameras are coming back!”

There was a small flood of relief filling his chest. They were the cameras overlooking the house first, which he scanned over but everything looked okay, secured. The penthouse cameras were back next, showing no issues as well. As he waited for the rest, Wonwoo sent a mass message through their system that they could be on the move once again. He started the beginnings of his own diagnostics test, both legs bouncing under the table.

“Yes, the club camera are-”

Wonwoo’s mouth shut, the screen going black a second time and a red, blinking text cursor reflected back. Frowning, he went to type but nothing appeared as his fingers danced across the keyboard, showing it wasn’t his own system. Seokmin voiced some concern but it died when text started to appear.

You should have kept a closer eye on her, SVT.

Simultaneously, all the cameras for Ruby pulled up on his monitor. Unlike their typical positions covering almost every corner of the place possible, a majority of them were centered on the dance floor.

He shot up from his seat, the chair falling to the ground behind him.

Laying in the middle of the floor, shirtless, bruised, and tied up in a thick red ribbon was Mouse. She wasn’t moving, not that she possibly could with the ribbon and he couldn’t tell if she was breathing either.

“I’m-” Seokmin started but Wonwoo’s phone was in hand and he was walking out the door.

“I’m calling everyone, let’s go.”

The four were on the road with haste, piled into Seokmin’s SUV with Siyeon driving. Yeosang was calling Seonghwa first, knowing they’d need someone with more medical training/knowledge than anyone in SVT could provide, not that it would be logical with the situation. Wonwoo was getting any of their crew close to set up a perimeter around Ruby, staying hidden within the shadows. Wonwoo was hollering for Siyeon to drive faster despite her already being way over the speed limit.

He could see Soonyoung’s car haphazardly parked outside with one of their guys trying to move it. Siyeon parked and Seokmin and Wonwoo almost dove out before she was fully stopped. They rushed in, stopping at the scene that shattered his heart.

Jihoon was holding Mouse close with her half in his lap and his jacket draped over her upper half. The ribbon was torn to shreds, tossed aside away from them. She looked pale, gray even, and her face was badly bruised and cut. Seokmin was at her side in tears as Soonyoung came from upstairs with a first aid kit, maybe hoping something could help her.

“She isn’t waking up.” Jihoon scanned over her, lifting the jacket to see the damage. “Guys, we can’t let Cheol, Han, or Joshua see this yet.”

“Why-” Wonwoo stepped over, letting Jihoon move the jacket more.

A majority of her torso was black and blue. Her wrists were red, cut, and probably tender to the touch. There was a long cut to her stomach and what he guessed was maybe burns on her sides. What had him fuming was the stark X branded on her chest. The skin looked irritated, gooey like it was healing, but there was a good risk that it could be the start of an infection.

“We’ll have Seonghwa look at her first.” Yeosang took off his longer coat and placed it over her as well. “Save her some dignity and their sanity. I’ll talk to him.”

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and the three oldest of SVT were next to arrive. Jeonghan and Joshua looked ready to pounce but Wonwoo, Soonyoung, and Siyeon held them back, even Jihoon was firm when saying they – she – needed space. They protested, crying and pleading to see their significant other yet it wasn’t any use. Wonwoo held Joshua tightly to him while Siyeon and Soonyoung had Jeonghan.

“Thank god she is breathing,” Seonghwa sighed, dropping to his knees to check her over. His body, along with Yeosang’s blocked their view of her thankfully. “But her pulse is weak. She could be unconscious from shock, exhaustion, or even both. Probably dehydrated to all hell.”

Yeosang whispered something to Seonghwa, causing the latter to look over his shoulder then back to Mouse, motioning for Jihoon to show him the extent of everything. More of SVT and their allies flooded the bottom floor of Ruby, still held back with Seokmin joining, knowing the injuries Mouse sustained.

“I need to get her to the clinic. She’ll probably need some x-rays and I have a machine there.” Seonghwa called out and there was protest from SVT mainly as he stood. “Hey, you know we are the only ones with the equipment to handle this. Once we have her checked, cleaned up, and in a proper bed, everyone can visit. You have to give me some time though.”

“I’ll come along.” Jihoon hadn’t moved, holding her protectively, fixing the jacket.

“What aren’t you telling us?” Seungcheol finally spoke shakily, eyeing Wonwoo.

“I’ll explain, but don’t push this anymore. Let them take her and get treated.” His tone had Seungcheol’s eyes widening in some realization of how bad it could be.

“That bad?” Jeonghan’s voice was broken but Wonwoo only nodded to confirm one of his worst fears.

“We should get out of here.” Seonghwa, along with Yeosang and Jihoon, gently lifted Mouse up. “Joong, drop your back seats, I don’t have time to wait for the other truck.”

There was a chorus of gasps as she was carried out slowly, the only thing they could see was the bruised condition of her face.

“I’ll call, promise.” Jihoon said over his shoulder. “Get cleaned up and regroup, maybe get some proper food. She is in good hands.”

Seungcheol watched the small group of them leave. Wonwoo saw him make eye contact with Sona in the back of the crowd and she nodded, following them out quickly. He didn’t look pleased being left out of the loop but Wonwoo needed them to not fly off the handle like they probably would. He also needed them to let her out of their sight so Seonghwa could take her and treat her. If he didn’t stop them, there was a good chance they’d try to do it themselves out of heightened emotions, Jeonghan specifically.

“Explain, now.”

Eyeing the crowd then Seokmin, Wonwoo’s shoulders dropped as he finally let the tears fall when he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, collecting his thoughts so he could articulate everything.

“I think we all should sit down first…”

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