Jonghyun watched Kibum going in the building until the younger was out of his sight. As much as he wanted to deny the truth, fact was, he could only be a burden in there while Kibum was a huge help for the team. At times like this Jonghyun regretted not taking karate lessons with his sisters. Even though they were siblings, they were just the opposite of each other. While she insisted on learning material arts and going to survival camps, he enjoyed literal adventures. The only thing they had in common was doing the opposite of what their father expected for their genders – only to piss him off. But Jonghyun knew he wasn’t useless in such a situation. Knowledge is power, he needed to keep believe in that.

“Xiumin, can you show me the construction plan of the building?” He asked the hacker and inspected the plan, after Xiumin provided him with the needed information.

“Why these positions?” he murmured to himself, checking the building and the positions of the bombs.

“Those are all support columns,” after a minute Jonghyun yelled out of sudden, causing Xiumin to jump.

“What?”

“Look, those are all support columns of the building.” Jonghyun repeated.

“That means it’s supposed to collapse? The whole tower?” Xiumin asked and his friend nodded. They both grabbed for air, knowing their best friends were inside that house of cards.

“They need to get out of there in time or …” Xiumin couldn’t finish his sentence.

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Finally, Kibum reached Taemin and Minho. To him it was like one of those awaited moments in video games, when you met the final boss. Minho did have this vibe of such a character – something cold and dangerous. Yet, his first impression shattered as he saw the way Minho covered Taemin with his body the moment the gangster noticed Kibum. The gang leader was ready to protect his lover but also ready to attack the stranger in front of him.

“One more step and I’ll snap your neck,” threatened Minho.

“Minho, I’m Key, a friend of Onew. I’m here to help.” Kibum explained, yet the boss didn’t step away. It wasn’t easy for him to trust anyone, considering the circumstances. But Taemin was different. Taemin was the “glass is half full” type of person. And for some inexplicable reasons, his instinct signalled him to trust this person, whom he had met only once.

“We met at the airport,” he told the stranger.

“Yes, we did,” Kibum exclaimed, hoping the younger to trust him. Something about Taemin was mysterious. Maybe it was the way the younger stared at Kibum, as if his eyes were seeing through Kibum.

“Help me,” Taemin begged, finally, “Please.”

By that Minho allowed Kibum to come closer, still his body was in defence mode. Kneeing down, Kibum saw his half-brother up close for the first time. He didn’t pay attention last time when they had met at the airport, but this young man did look like his mother. No, their mother. His eyes are like hers, but Taemin’s got different colour. Her eyes are light brown while his are deep black.  

“Can you get me out of this?” Taemin asked, raising his hand as high as he could so Kibum could notice the handcuff. The calmness in his voice scared Kibum. Wasn’t he mommy’s golden boy? A prince that was protected and loved by all means? Why wasn’t he afraid in such a situation?

“Are you armed? Can you shout it open?” Minho asked. That was what he would have done, if Woobin hadn’t taken away his weapon.

Sighed, Kibum shook his head.

“No, I gave mine to Onew,” he answered, thinking about what happened minutes ago.

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Thanks to Xiumin, Kris made it to the first bomb without being discovered. Kibum, Onew and Lay, on the other hand, weren’t that lucky. They went right into Woobin and his men just a few hundred meters before they could reach Minho and right after the first explosion.

“Oh, look at this. Minho’s loyal dog? Seems like he isn’t that stupid at all.” Woobin commented on Onew’s presence. 

“Woobin, where are Minho and Kibum?” Onew asked.

“You should get out of this building before you’re buried alive. You seem to have something on the ball. I might have a position in the company for you. You know, now that I’ve got it back.” Woobin bragged.

“Where are they?” Onew repeated through clenched teeth.

“Even Minho’s people learn to make ty decisions, huh?” Woobin mocked, grabbing for his weapon.

Next, the gunfight happened so fast, Kibum couldn’t remember how he made it to take shelter. It was rather a reflex he was “born” with. Thank god, the column was big enough for Onew and him. 

“Kibum,” the boy flinched, hearing his real name be called. Onew, grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to whisper.

“Go, find Taemin. I’ll give you cover.”

For a split second, Kibum wondered why he should go instead of Onew or Lay. But they didn’t have time for that. Even his breathing became shorter and shorter, as if