The ground was shaking, Jiho's head aching and all he could hear besides the terrible nauseating noise all around him was this familiar voice saying "Careful, don't burn yourself!"

Someone was pushing his fumbling hands away from a source of warmth. He glimpsed into some flashing lights and turned away immediately.

He was surrounded by candles in a dimly lit, confined space and he felt so nauseous, he struggled not to puke.

The first thought that struck him was whether he was to be sacrificed in some crazy ritual.

Then he saw the face of his companion, looking at him in worry.

G-Dragon.

An artist he looked up to so much.

What were they actually doing here?

"Are you alright... Jiho?", G-Dragon asked. Jiho heard the older hesitate for a short moment when he called him by his first name.

"Hyung, where are-" Speaking made him feel so dizzy that he immediately shut up, happy for some kind of pillow under his head. The smell of the candles didn't make him feel better. He pressed the hands to his forehead. He tried to calm down the sickening pain in his head by breathing through his mouth.

"Please don't throw up now, Jiho." G-Dragon begged next to him. "It's a very bad time and place for it! Try to breathe and don't move too much."

Jiho obeyed, the world still shaking behind his closed eyelids. Breathing through his mouth helped indeed, the nausea got better, the headache not. It was almost impossible to focus his thoughts on anything useful at the moment.

They stayed silent while Jiho tried to recover and the truck was driving on.

"They hit your head", G-Dragon finally explained in a low voice. "I don't know where they're taking us. Or why. Just hope for the best."

Jiho opened one eye to glimpse at GD. The usually cheerful expression was now filled with worry and sadness. Jiho turned his gaze towards the dark ceiling of the truck. If he had not felt that awful himself, he would've felt a lot more sympathy with the other.

"Can't remember much.", he mumbled. "We were supposed to perform on that show... like BigBang.“ He took a deep breath – speaking was such a pain. "Was getting ready in my room when... These guys came in. Don't remember much more..."

"Did they also threaten you with a gun?" G-Dragon asked.

A gun? Jiho moaned. "No. But god, what are these people?“

The noise of the truck was pounding in his head. He wished it would just stop. But if he had to get up now, he would throw up immediately.

"'ey had a gun when they took you? What do 'ey want? Where are our...?“

"Sadly, no idea." Jiyong sighed. "The were kinda of sneaky, everything was quiet when they took me. No idea what happened."