I get lead down a hall, and then into an elevator. “Let go of me,” I order the man who’s got his arm s around my waist to keep me from falling. He scoffs, “You want to fall flat on your face?” “I said let go.” He does, and finding myself still standing, I deliver a strong punch to his stomach and he doubles over, then I hit the back of his neck and knock him out. Thank God Jonghyun taught me martial arts. The doors open and I leave quickly, keeping my gaze on the floor as I walk, glad I'd built up resistence to their drug. Now I just need to get out of here. I take another elevator, and head to the lobby. A lady is at the front counter, and so is another man, his black hair styled as a mohawk, he was somewhat tall,smiling at the woman, who by the look in her eyes I was sure she was mentally freaking out. He glances my way briefly, and does a double take. “How’d you get out?” . That’s great. “Doesn’t matter now, does it,” I speak, making a run for it, I dodge around him, but he’s quick, and I feel his hands just brush by my arm as he tries to grab me but misses. I push open the glass front doors and am outside. It was real. I was in Tokyo. I hear the doors open behind me and am off running again, Kibum you better know what you’re doing. I swallow, running across the parking lot, onto the sidewalk, already my legs beginning to ache, but I don’t stop. This was the mistake I’d been waiting for. Despite the truths T.O.P spoke, I didn’t want to stay locked up. SM may h