EunHyuk walked down the corridor to HeeChul’s room. His guards had informed him that DongHae had not been seen leaving the compound, and EunHyuk’s car was still here, meaning that DongHae was still here. Then his friends had come to tell him that HeeChul would not let them search his room. Obviously, the older was up to something.

He lifted his hand to knock on HeeChul’s door when it was pulled open and HeeChul himself slipped outside, glancing behind him and closing the door.

“HyukJae, DongHae’s in there. He’s asleep right now, but I need you to treat me like a prisoner,” HeeChul said urgently.

“What are you trying to do, HeeChul hyung?” EunHyuk asked him, trying to get past HeeChul to the door, but HeeChul kept blocking him.

“I’m gaining his trust you idiot, because he’d never trust you, and don’t talk so loudly,” HeeChul hissed, lowering his own voice by a few keys.

“Okay, fine. Don’t… don’t hurt him okay?” EunHyuk whispered, worried about the older’s methods. HeeChul was known to go a little crazy at times.

“I won’t. Now go away. Come back tomorrow with KangIn to get me okay?” HeeChul said, opening the door again. EunHyuk nodded his approval, and left.

So that was what he was up to.

Thank you HeeChul hyung, EunHyuk thanked him mentally.

DongHae felt when HeeChul tried to get out of the bed they’d both settled in together without waking him, but it didn’t work. The door opened and DongHae caught one word before it closed behind him and he could no longer hear anything.

He checked his back pocket for the three items and felt the reassuring bulge of all three. Slipping his hand under the mattress beneath him, he put the phone and the keys, keeping the pocketknife in his pocket, just in case he needed it when someone tried to attack him.

DongHae kept still as HeeChul slipped back lightly onto the bed next to him, making sure to keep his breathing even as the older settled in. he felt… betrayed. Some little part of him had actually started to believe that HeeChul had wanted to help him. He suddenly remembered what SungMin had said about him trusting too easily, and sighed as a pang went through his heart at the thought of his best friend.

HyukJae, The one word he had heard. The voice sounded familiar. He had heard the name before, in his childhood. And he had never said it again after his father had flipped out when he had asked him who Hyukkie was. Who had HeeChul been talking to outside there?

He squeezed his lids down harder, trying to remember. But try as he might, he could not drag up any memories of anyone named HyukJae. His mind overworked, his body tired, he drifted off into a much needed