A/n: ohmygoodness guys...it's been so damn long since I touched this I almost forgot what part I got to. I almost even forgot the whole plot I sat for like an hour just reminding myself how this story worked. sdlkjdlkjl anyways, exams are over,, that's great news for yall because that means more updates!! 

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"What the fuc—?"

"—Oh be quiet would you?" Hong breathed out, already losing his breath. His aging body made the task of hauling a drugged up Yifan into the WuZhang manor even more laboring. He looked up at Wendy, who was still just staring in annoyance, eyebrows turned down. "A little help?" 

She rolled her eyes but pulled up the hems of her sleeves to her elbows and in a low whisper she gritted out in sarcasm, "How nice of you to give me notice in advance." Hong smiled at her, ugly teeth on display and Wendy grimaced, hooking her arms underneath Yifan's armpits. 

Heaving she let out, " you, Hong, sincerely."

"How nice."

The two dragged him as carefully as they could towards the nearest living area, laying him down on a huge armchair. Hong let out a sigh of relief and slumped into a chair next to Yifan. Wendy let out a scoff and removed the sack off of the boy's head. "You drug him or something?"

Hong grinned at that, flicking on a lamp beside him. Nodding he said as if winning an award, "Yes actually. Rohypnol. I think I put a bit much though, he'll be knocked out for a few more hours or the whole day." he tilted his head and leaned forward. Wendy flicked him on the forehead and scowled. 

"We're not trying to kill Yifeng's son you idiot." 

Hong shrugged, one leg thrown over the other with his annoying, smug expression. "What's the difference? Erasing his memory is just as bad."

"Just get out if you're done." Wendy threw the sack at him. 

Holding up his hands he stood, "Woah, woah ok—"

"Wait!" Hong raised an eyebrow. "You still haven't told me why you brought him so early. I thought the transaction was next week?" Wendy folded her arms, waiting for an explanation. 

"It's complicated, but let's just say our subject here knows a bit too much and Yifeng doesn't want that. Oh, which reminds me..."

"What?"

"An investigation. You and the Minseok kid. Feng wants to know how Yifan found out about him."

Wendy's mouth drops in obvious surprise and stutters out, "W-What? When?"

"I'm not sure about that but according to his mother he found...a family photo." Hong's voice drops to a serious whisper. 

"And how do I find that out?"

Turning on his heel, Hong shrugs. "Your job not mine. I'm just a pawn, right?"

The smirk on Hong's face makes Wendy want to crack a knuckle. Or maybe two.

"Alright. I'll do it."

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"Baek, Baek!" Kyungsoo's alarmed voice jerks him awake and out of instinct, Baekhyun grabs the gun from under his pillow, sitting up with a startle. Kyungsoo holds his hand down

"What is it?" he asks.

By the look on Kyungsoo's face, it can't be good. His eyebrows are drawn together and his mouth is set in a hard line. He shakes his head. "Not here, not now. We need to leave."

Kyungsoo rummages through their shared wardrobe, throwing on some jeans and a jacket over his