Damn. He runs fast.

I honestly have no idea where we're going. I stopped paying attention to my surroundings a long time ago.

How long have I been running? 

We're about 30 ft from each other. We're not in an alley, but it's definitely an abandoned road, because the street lights keep flickering off and on.

 Does he even know I'm following him?

*SCREEEECH. SLAM* 

I stop in my tracks immediately. I see a black car halt to a stop in front of him. "YAH! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!" He's surrounded by three big, buff men.

I have this pull to help him. But why aren't my feet moving? Instead, I run behind the pole of a street light. I'm just staring at him.

Within seconds, he's. Gone.

Goddamn. Stupid feet. MOVE.

They finally move. I'm running after the black car like my life is on the line. I shake my head. I'm not even supposed to be here.

I quickly reach for my phone in my back pocket. I'm too nervous. A simple number like 119 and my fingers are already fumbling.

Calm down. Think wisely. Just call the police. They'll take care of everything.

"Yes, this is 119. What seems to be the problem?"

My breathing fastens. "My friend is kidnapped. I need help. Please hurry."

I said "my friend." Why? We hardly know each other... I shove the thought in the back of my head. Jinyoung, keep your head on straight. You're trying to save a life remember?

"Do you remember the license plate number?"

I'm racking my mind for anything. "It's 2932."

"Okay, we'll be there as fast as we can."

I'm still running. 10 minutes pass by. 20. minutes pass by. Even 30 minutes pass by.

Where in the world is he?

It's late by the time I see the same car. It's parked in front of an underground pub. 

I follow the signs and walk in. 

"Twenty dollars, please." The waiter asks. 

I'm able to fish it out of my pockets. 

I'm looking around and I see him in the back corner surrounded by the same three men. Except there's another person. He looks like the leader. Jaebum is just sitting between all of them.

That same beaten up face. I wonder if he's okay. The cops will be here soon so I just got to stall.

I walk to the table in front of theirs, and I pretend to be looking through the menu.

"Where's the money?" The leaders asks.

"I don't have any. That low life took it all and ran away." he replies. His face never changing. It's stern like always.

Low life? Who are they talking about?

"Well then, why do you keep running away from us everytime we want to talk with you?" The leader spinning the knife around in his hand. I'm guessing it's for threatening him, but there's no stopping him. He doesn't move. He's still. He just stares at what looks like a contract in front of him. It's as if he's waiting for something.