So I lost a couple of subs and upvotes since I uploaded my last chapter... My heart just smashed to a million pieces after seeing that... TT_TT I know you guys expected a happy ending but I've had that kind of ending in my head ever since I started his fic (in fact I asked for help somewhere in the middle of the story before and a lot of you guys voted for angst >_<), so please don't break my heart anymore... I understand perhaps I should have given a warning beforehand but that would have given away everything, right?? :(

I promise a happy ending for the sequel!! I promise promise triple promise!!! >.<

Welcome 6 new subs and thankyu KoOOOOoK, primlee and youngjeesoo very much for upvoting!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

Author’s POV

“Team A, search the ground floor, team B cover the second and team C follow me, bring along the resuscitators. Alright men, roll out; let’s go, go, go!!”

On order, the thirty men or so fully clothed in protective clothing from head to toe immediately spread out in the lab to search for survivors. After the police received frantic calls from this marine biology lab, they’d sent out the special investigations team to get on their tracks but it wasn’t until hours later that the message got relayed due to a delay. Nonetheless, they still sent nearly all their men out on the rescue mission.

“Has anyone come across any survivors yet?” The same man bellowed through the public address system after nearly twenty minutes of searching.

“Nope.”

“No, sir.”

“Negative.”

“None at all.”

The man scratched his head in frustration. They couldn’t have been too late, could they?

Damn that stupid delay.

“Yun!! I think I found one!!”

He turned around immediately, seeing his teammate gesturing wildly at a lab door. “He’s in there!! I think he’s still breathing!!”

“Good work, Jae,” he said, beckoning to another of his teammate to bring the larger resuscitator machine. “Go in there and help Jae, Min. I need to check on the other floors as well.”

“Roger that, Yun.”

* * *

“He’s breathing regularly, Yun. But he’s still unconscious,” Jaejoong said, watching the chest slowly but steadily heaving shallowly. The machine keeping the man alive was still beeping, thankfully. “I think the hypothermia affected his brain somehow. He might be out for a couple of weeks; months perhaps.”

“That’s bad,” Yunho answered, holding the unconscious man’s han