Jongin drummed his long fingers on the table. His eyes were fixated on the projected screen, but his heart was not.

“Why aren’t you here yet?” Jongin glanced at his watch. The meeting had already begun, but Yena was still nowhere to be seen.

He fidgeted in his seat in unease.

Baekhyun’s phone rang as he walked to the kitchen island to pick it up.

“Jongin-ah. What’s wrong?”

“Is Yena with you guys?” Jongin’s voice sounded retrained and desperate.

Baekhyun looked at the Young Elites who were in his living room, chatting.

“No. She’s not picking up your calls?”

“Yes. And she did not attend the meeting.” Jongin sighed.

“We will spread out and search for her.”

Baekhyun hung up before approaching the Young Elites.

The lights when the meeting ended. Jongin paced along the corridors of the company as his hand gripped his phone tightly.

Yena was not picking up any calls.

“Where are you……”

His phone rang in his hand and he looked at the screen.

“Yen—“ Jongin frowned. “who are you--”

Yena POV

I opened my eyes from the darkness. I squinted them to adjust to the dim lightings.

Was I dreaming?

I tried to move my arms. They were taped together b