VERY LONG CHAPTER!!!!

Seungri and Jiyong pull us out of the car, our hands bound by metal handcuffs.
        They’d both pulled out guns.
        “Yah!” I begin but then Seungri smacks the back of my head,
        “Shut up will you?” he whispers, “Line up and follow Jiyong hyung.”
        We obey, and I feel the pistol poke the back of my head as we march forward towards a door, which Jiyong opens and a man appears. His eyes go from Jiyong yo over us at Seungri,
        “How did you manage to get them all?” he speaks coldly.
        “Easy enough when you have their youngest,” Jiyong shrugs, “Now let us in.”
        The man moves aside to let us pass, but eyes each of us warily.
        “It’s so dark in here...” Taemin speaks and on cue, I break out of the line, only to be shoved and pinned down to the wall by Seungri.
        “Ow...” I mutter.
        “You’re not going anywhere,” he speaks coldly, and I hear the safety of his gun click off.
        “Ri,” Jiyong sighs, “They need them all alive, now come on.”
        “Oh...right...” he pulls me back into the line.
        The man who’d opened the door watches us, any doubt or suspicion erased from his face.
        Good.
        We’re lead down the hall and pass by a large window-the room inside was brightly lit, and I glance in, movement catching my attention.
        “Key!” I break out of line and move to the window, wanting to break it, but then I hear two clicks as safeties go off.
        “Move it hyung,” Seungri nudges me, his gaze is now one of concern as he too looks insidel.
        I don’t move, but stare at the boy inside, writing and squirming in pain alone, I hear a muted scream-
        “Keep this up and I’m going to have to shoot you,” he shoves me hard, pushing me down the hall.
        Another door opens and Youngbae appears.
        “Where’s T.O.P hyung?” Jiyong asks.
        “I haven’t seen him since the concert...” his look at the four of us, “You two caught them yourselves?”
        “Don’t think it was easy,” Seungri speaks, “especially this pabo here, he put up a fight.”
        I clench my teeth to keep from remarking.
        Taeyang smirks, his eyes lighting up,
        “We’re so close...take them with you when you see-”
        “No need, I’m here,” a man speaks, emerging from another room.
        He had on medical robes, a mask pulled down below his chin so it hang around his neck.
        “Sir,” the three members stiffen, speaking as one.
        He walks over, his eyes da