~Myungsoo’s POV~

What’s this uneasy feeling?

All throughout the day, I had a feeling that something awful was bound to happen; something that would completely change the path of our destiny. My phone rang notifying me that I had a voicemail and cut me off from my pessimistic thoughts. I wonder who it is…

“Yah! Why aren’t you picking up your phone? HOW COME NO ONE IS PICKING UP THEIR PHONE?! Hayoung is in danger!” the message Chunji left repeated.

What. Hayoung is in danger?!I

As soon as I finished hearing the voicemail, I called everyone and met up in the kitchen. I asked them if anyone else had heard the message left by Chunji. Teentop nodded, and some of them looked confused, which quickly changed into panic as they heard the message.

“OMO WHAT DO WE DO?! MY LITTLE BABY GIRL IS IN DANGER!!” Songjong exclaimed. Sungyeol tried, but miserably failed, to calm him down. “Calm your man” Dongwoo told him, “We’re all just as nervous”. While Sungyeol, Dongwoo and Chanjo tried to calm Songjong down, the rest of us devised a plan to track down Chunji and rescue Hayoung.

“For now, let’s try tacking down their phones” I told everyone. I tried calling Chunji again to check up on the situation, but he never picked up.

Hayoung-ah… please be safe. I don’t know what I would do without you.

~Chunji’s POV~

Ouch, what the heck happened…? Looking around, I realized that I was in a particularly familiar room. In fact, it was my room. Why the hell am I back in the room I lived in while living with dad?

Whoever knocked me out had decided to bound me down to a chair and gag me. Well… this is soo great I thought sarcastically. My father walked in at that given moment.

“What the ?!” he said, “They mentioned you were back home… but nothing they said hinted this. I didn’t know you were into some stuff Chunji.” He came over to unbound me and help me out of the chair. I slightly glared at him. “What the hell dad. You know I would never do something erted like that.” He chuckled at me and said, “It’s a joke boy, it’s a joke.”

I shrugged off the recent incident and decided to focus more on what was happening to Hayoung. “Dad, I know that your men brought in a girl named Hayoung. Where is she? Is she okay? What’s happening?” I managed to blurt out in one breath. Dad’s face grew surprised for a split second at the fact that I knew about Hayoung but then he regained a poker face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. My men never brought in anyone other than you.” He lied.

I saw right through his tricks and lies, well most