It’s nearing 2pm. And still, no one has come up with a plan. I just stare at the wall from my place seated on the bed in some random room, unsure of what else I could do. Were we all just supposed to sit back and do nothing? Was the plan to run and hide? That wasn’t a method that Joon, Jisoo, Alex and EunGyul were known for; more like rash decisions with little to no thought. They’ve always been a family that acts on impulse.

I look over to my right to see how the kid was doing; he was asleep, both hands in praying position placed under his head. He looked so peaceful…totally unaware of the danger he was actually in. I smooth down his hair and watch him in sadness. Who was he anyway? He couldn’t be Jisoo’s kid…and Joon has Rachel…and Alex just has Taemin apparently….

I shake the thoughts from my mind. Regardless of who he was he was in our presence now and therefore under our protection. I pull the blankets from the bed over his tiny body as he begins to move around in his sleep. Everyone was so worried about Taemin that they seemed to be forgetting that we had another child here and he was in just as much danger, if not more, being that he’s on the opposing side of this ‘war’ if you will. “What was Jisoo thinking bringing a kid here?” I mumble to myself, watching as the kid finally makes himself comfortable once more. But the answer comes to me myself. Probably nothing at all…like most of us were. There wasn’t really time to think anymore and most of us didn’t really have the patience either. I exhale and lean back onto the bed myself, placing my hands on my stomach and watching the ceiling.

What did I think I was doing coming here? I knew I wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms or anything…but I expected my help to at least be accepted. I wasn’t asking for acknowledgment, I just wanted to contribute but somehow I still feel left out. Like my help isn’t desired by anyone here….aside from Rachel, maybe. But someone needed to help. Things are all over the place and right now, everyone’s too tired to start thinking or form a plan.

My thoughts are interrupted by something moving in the corner of my eye. At first I think nothing of it, but then I remember that we weren’t entirely in this building alone. I turn my head over to the slightly cracked open door and see someone pass by briefly. Just out of curiosity I creep over to the door and peak down the hall, hoping that it wasn’t an Easterner, and it wasn’t.

It was Alex.

But what was he doing? Where was he going? I look back towards the room, uncertain of whether or not I should leave the kid in here. He still was fast asleep, but Alex was moving fast, and he wasn’t headed towards any of the western corridors. He was going to the East. I bite my lip anxiously as this was too much of an overwhelming decision for me…but I had to make one, and fast. Alex makes it to the end of the hallway and presses the up button. He was definitely going to East Wing and he was going to enter through the top level. This wasn’t smart at all. All cameras are left on at the top levels of every wing, because those have the most secret entrances that are known to only Chief’s most trusted thugs…and apparently his children. Anyone can enter through the bottom level entrances and they’d easily be caught, but since the top levels are a little more complex, they’re monitored. They’ll catch him in a heartbeat AND get the hint that the rest of us are here as well. Nothing about this was practical.

A dangerous move.

I watch as the elevator dings and opens. Alex takes no time to step inside and whip around. Before he can see my face I quickly duck back into the room. I couldn’t just confront him or anything….we weren’t that close and I couldn’t go run and tell his brothers because none of us are that close either. But if I had to choose….

I finally build up enough courage and glance once more at Junhyun; still fast asleep. I could only hope he’d stay that way and wouldn’t wake up and come looking for someone he knows. I take out my phone and text Rachel:

Have something to do. Kid is asleep in GB433. Keep an eye on him

I don’t wait for a reply and I step outside, quietly closing the door behind me and jetting down the hall. I had to catch up with Alex, he was too driven with the wrong ideas right now, I didn’t know what he was planning to do but I’m sure it involved his son. I had to catch up to him before he exposed us all. Once I get to the elevator I press the up button repeatedly and look at my watch.

2:16.

Soon Chief will get the idea that Alex will not be meeting him and will come back here to find out what’s going on. WE. WERE. SCREWED.

The elevator dings and opens, I rush inside; there were only two options of course, up or down. I press up and the “close doors” button, tapping my foot impatiently. I believe Alex was supposed to meet Chief outside of Busan….I didn’t know the whole story but I’m damn sure it wouldn’t take five hours to get there! Chief isn’t a patient man, he’ll realize something is going on. I feel the elevator jerk upwards as I pull out my phone once more. I didn’t know what else to do other than inform the others. I wouldn’t be able to get through to Alex like his brothers would have a better chance at doing. I could only hope they’d take me seriously. But what would I say to them? Also, I only had Rachel’s number…

So I decide to call her instead. She’d probably be the only one to take me seriously anyway. I click her image in my contacts and press call and wait for her to pick up. It rings a couple of times before she picks up

Rachel: Hello?

Me: Yeah, it’s Doyoung. I need you to get Jisoo, and Joon.

Rachel: Why what’s going on?

Me: Go get them and tell them that Alex is heading- no, that Alex is in the East Wing right now!

Rachel: Oh my god-

I hear creaking, I’m guessing she was lying down…and then a door slamming open

Rachel: I’m going right now! What is he thinking???

Me: I don’t know, I’m following him now too. He went through the top level. There’s no way they haven’t seen him now.

I feel the elevator slow down and wait for the door to open. I can hear Rachel entering another room.

Rachel: You guys we need to go. NOW!

There is more talking but I can’t seem to decipher what’s going on over the phone. When I realize that the doors haven’t opened yet, I press the “open doors” button. Still doesn’t open. I hear Joon shout over the phone. “Why the hell can he never stick to the plan?!!”

So there was a plan….I just wasn’t included. I scoff at the thought. What did I expect? Getting more and angrier that the doors weren’t opening, I press the button over and over again.

Rachel: Doyoung we’re coming right now! Okay? Try to hold him up as long as you can, okay??

The elevator doors open. Finally.

Just as I’m about to step out I notice a pair of feet standing before me. Well-dressed feet…but no, there weren’t just a pair. There were…4 pairs. No, 6! I slowly look up. I already knew I was caught. It was over for me…and I was no stranger to this place either. When I get to the faces, almost all are unfamiliar…all but one.

One face directly in the middle.

One face inches from mine.

One face and one HUGE scar running at a slant down his face; the scar that I gave him.

One huge scar and one huge grin…

ManGoo

I hang up the phone, Rachel chattering worriedly on the other end and shove it into my back pocket.

. I was screwed I was screwed I was screwed.

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