Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home?" Sungmin insisted for the millionth time that evening.

"For the last time Hyung, I'm 15 not 5. I can walk by myself. I only live a few blocks from here anyway," Kyuhyun muttered irritably.

"If your sure..." Sungmin trailed off, glancing nervously at the freshman.

"I am," Kyuhyun resisted the urge to smack his friend upside the head.

Sungmin nodded in understanding. He began to jog off, but stopped himself, turning back to Kyuhyun. "Just be careful," He warned.

"I will," Kyuhyun promised. "See you tomorrow at practice,"

Kyuhyun waited until Sungmin had rounded the corner before heading home. Even though his Hyung had been acting way overprotective, it's not like Kyuhyun could really blame him. For the past six months kids of every age had been going missing, to make matters worse, it seemed like the Government had yet to take action; still not convinced that the kids were being kidnapped.

Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. What did they think was going on? Did they honestly believe that countless kids had all decided to just runaway? Not to mention, if the kids had run away, wouldn't someone have found them by now?

Not only that, but apparently Sungmin's younger brother had went missing five years ago, and was never found. The cops had apparently stopped looking when they found no traces of where the kid had went. Of course, Sungmin had never stopped looking.

Kyuhyun had never met Sungmin's brother, having only moved to Seoul 3 years ago, but judging from what Sungmin had told him about the kid, he sounded like a pretty good person.

A loud noise broke Kyuhyun out of his thoughts, causing him to pause and look around. A second later a cat streaked out of the bushes from across the street, and Kyuhyun let out a breath of relief, he hadn't even realised he'd been holding, his shoulders relaxing.

That relief was short-lived though, as someone grabbed him from behind, placing a cloth over his mouth. Kyuhyun held his breath, kicking, punching and trying everything in his power to get out of the man's iron clad grip. Unable to hold his breath any longer, he in a breath of fresh air, but was only met with the substance of the cloth. His vision swam and his limbs fell limply by his side, before the world around him went black.