Jiho and Jiyong are kidnapped by a group of men before a show and get locked away together. While they're trying to support each other they get pushed to their physical and mental borders.
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Jiho paced the room, but there was nothing – nothing but a few dead spiders. Concrete walls, concrete floor and ceiling and a flickering lamp.
The door was as solid as the other ones. He pressed his ear to it and tried to hear anything.
Silence.
Only his own breath.
It was unnerving.
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Jiyong heart stopped for a second and he froze on the spot. Then, as he heard them starting to run around the premises, he lifted the barrow with newly found strength and covered between it and the wall.
Maybe they wouldn't search for him at all. Maybe they'd just leave. Maybe the police would arrive soon.