"Baekhyun-ah, please get some rest." Suho said in a pleading tone but Baekhyun didn't even hear him. He was pacing through the room, lost in his own thoughts while s stared at him. Since you were gone he had been like this, unreachable, quiet, tensed. He was living in his own little world, everyday hoping that they would find you and you would be in his arms again, safe. He would go to sleep every night and hope that when he woke up that it would had been one big nightmare and you were sleeping next to him again, but every time he opened his eyes he was alone and reality hit him in the face. 

They had taken you on an evening when you had returned from your dance rehearsal and Baekhyun had been to busy to come and pick you up. It was already two months ago but still he didn't forgive himself yet. If he just would've made some time for you and had went to pick you up none of this would have happened. He still blamed himself for your disappearance every day and it killed him, he just couldn't live with himself anymore. 

Just thinking about the fact what those people could possible do to you made him feel sick. What if they would hurt you or did things with you which you didn't want? He didn't even know or you were still alive, but he couldn't think you were dead because then he would kill himself. The police was still searching for you but they just couldn't find you what made him so desperate. He wanted to go and look for you himself but that seemed an impossible case because he had no experience or evidence or anything. He just felt so powerless and weak because the only thing he could do was hope and wait. 

"They said they would call if they know something, go to sleep." Xuimin tried but was ignored just as every one else. Chanyeol sighed, it was one of those days again, one of those days when he could only think of one think, you. He raised from the couch and walked up to his friend, grabbing him by the upper arms. The whole room turned quiet when Chanyeol suddenly hit Baekhyun across the face