The pounding dimmed slowly, but I felt like I was in an oven, soon even that faded,and I opened my eyes, my body flooding with a tingling sensation, like when your legs fall asleep and it hurts to move...
I take in a breath of cool air, and then realize...I’m outside.
On a rooftop?
I could see Neon signs that even from how high I was guessing I was, still towered over me.
“You’re up,” a man sits on the other side of the roof, his deep voice striking me as a little strange, my hands are still cuffed together.
“I thought I was dead...”
I had actually wished for it sometime in between...the waves of pain kept coming and the heat- I clear my head, shuddering as I recall getting the shot.
“What did he give me?”
He starts to speak when the door next to me opens, almost slamming into me as soon as I realized I was right behind it.
“Yah!” I call out, but the door only gets pushed further and I get the idea that whoever is behind it could care less.
“Seunghyun, come with me, we need to speak.” a voice speaks.
“Alright, give me a moment,” the man answers.
“Right now.”
“One minute won’t kill you.”
“One more minute and I will kill you.”
There’s a moment of silence, and then I hear footsteps come by, and then the door closes.
I’m alone.
The heck.
“Really?!” I call out.
I lean my head back against the wall, and then I hear a shot go off from behind me, and the door opens again, smacking me hard this time.
“Ow..” I moan.
“Get up,” it's a new voice, and looking up I see a man standing over me, with a short sleeve black v-neck on, his hair was as black as the night sky and if the city hadn’t been behind him I wouldn’t have been able to see that it reached beyond his shoulders, tattoos s down both of his arms and he had a red cloth covering the lower half of his face.
I obey, after realizing only my hands were bound and nothing else was there to restrain me.
“Where’s T.O.P hyung?” I speak recalling the sound of the gunshot.
“Resting, don’t worry,” he grabs my arm and drags me into the building and down a flight of steps before opening a door and pushing me in, shutting it behind me.
I’m in a white almost empty room, except there’s a bed on one side, and nothing else. The air in here is frigid, almost enough that it has a metallic feel. I’m wearing a short