The wall was very cold, especially because of his thin shirt and the fact that winter was almost here. The winter chill was setting in fast, freezing him to the wall, making him unable to move. That was not the only thing though.

SungMin stared into the eyes of his attacker. Brown, wide, very pretty. His face was inches away from SungMin’s, who had the sudden urge to kiss this handsome man. He shook his head internally while keeping his eyes void of any emotion. Who knew what this person would do if he knew his feelings?

The knife against his throat could also have something to do with the dreadful cold he felt spreading through his bones. With his anaemia, if he didn’t get warm fast, he could end up fainting, or worse, losing consciousness for an indefinite period of time.

“Lee SungMin, you are one tough agent. Even now, won’t you be smart enough to pretend to be afraid?” his attacker asked, tracing the cold metal of the blade lightly against SungMin’s jaw.

“No. I’m not afraid of you,” SungMin breathed out, barely able to stop his words from trembling. He was afraid. He was very afraid right now. This man could kill him and SungMin could not do a thing. If he moved, there was no doubt in his mind that his attacker would injure him… or even kill him…

“Well, then you’re either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid. Which is it?” his attacker asked, pulling back and wiping the blade on his pants. SungMin touched his jaw tentatively with his fingertips, and when he pulled them away, they were stained with red. His blood…

“Neither.”

“Hmm. I’ll tell you what. You come quietly, I won’t hurt you or this friend called DongHae. Don’t, and I will kill him while you watch, and then I’ll kill you,” the attacker threatened.

“You have DongHae?” SungMin asked, forgetting his jaw and immediately worrying about his best friend.

“I do.”

“But,” SungMin hesitated. Something didn’t feel right… his shoulder kept bothering him, a sure sign that something was wrong…

“Why take me if you have DongHae, and why take us if you plan to kill us anyway?” SungMin asked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to see beyond the ruse.

“Leverage, that’s why. Now, shall I kill your friend?” he asked.

“No! no, I’ll come with you. Just leave DongHae alone,” SungMin said, holding his wrists in front him as a sign of surrender.

“Good.” His attacker smiled a grim smile, then handcuffed him, and led him out of the hose and into the back of a black panel van. His attacker climbed in behind him and then tapped the metal separating them and the drivers. The van roared to life and then they were speeding down the highway.

“What the hell is he…?” YeSung cursed, and then sighed when he saw his leader emerge from the house with SungMin in front of him. to his surprise, Kyu s