“The 27th is in four days. I’m sure we can get the money by then. I’ll call the manager,” Onew speaks.

            “I don’t understand something...” I speak, “They want to meet in France. If they needed money, why kidnap a Korean idol? There’s plenty of French Celebrities, like Jena Lee.”

            “I don’t know, nor do I care. We’re getting Kibum back.” Jonghyun’s stone voice fills the room.

            “Yes. We’re getting him back.” Onew speaks, and somehow, him saying that, affirms it. We really were getting him back.

            He leaves for his room, but Jonghyun stays, looking at the photo, Key’s jacket draped over his arm.

            “Hyung are you alright?” I speak.

            “How can anyone do something like this to him?” he speaks.

          “These people are evil, they’re simply after material things...you heard Onew, we’ll get him back.”

            “If they do anything else to him...”

“We’ll save him,” I speak again and he nods.

“I’m heading out for some soccer practice in the park,” I speak, not wanting to stay inside any more.

“Alright, be careful,” he speaks.

            “I know,” I grab my soccer ball from the closet.

            “Keep your phone on,” he adds walking to the stove.

            “I will,” I walk to the front door.

            “And don’t go anywhere else without telling us first.”