Neon, psychedelic lights flood the room, blinking, swinging around, matching the tropical-house music blaring from the large speakers.  People slithered against each other, rocking their bodie closer, pressing themselves onto each other.  Others were lounging around, hanging out by the bar, a little tipsy over a glass tequila or a martini.  There was a little stage on the one of the corners of the rooms, where a girl, or maybe two, was dancing provocatively on a pole with clothes that only covered her private areas, as other people, mostly men, threw money on her.  The HOC underground club, one of the most sophisticated, high-end, private clubs, was always like this. 

Kai sits on a couch with two eager, hungry women draped over him, purring seductively as they both latched onto both of his arms. 

“I haven’t seen you around in a while.” One of them says questioningly. 

 “Yeah, I’ve been busy.”  Kai replies vaguely, his hand resting on her tigh, it casually. 

“I heard from Baekhyun that you’ve been out of town.”  The other says.

“Hey Sojin!  Over here, baby.” Another man calls from afar and Sojin, one of the girls, immediately excuses herself.

He shrugs, which is a yes.  “There was some stuff I had to do.” Kai answers indifferently.  He wriggles himself free and chugs down his drink, letting the alcohol kick into his system. 

“But there’s still one more thing you’ve got to do.”  The girl still with him, Minah, says with a suggestive smirk.

Kai an eyebrow.  “Oh yeah?”

“Mmmhmm.”  She leans in and brings her lips closer to his ears.  “Me.” 

Kai grins wickedly and pulls her up from the couch, making her squeal.  He drags her into a vacant room before closing the door behind them.  “You’d better be ready,” he warns her breathlessly as his hands tear off her dress.  “I am a hungry, -deprived beast tonight.” 

“Oh, when are you not?” Minah taunts dauntlessly, her back pressed against the door.  Another wicked, lusty grin reaches Kai’s lips and his hands unhook her strapless bra in one swift motion.  Her hands unbuckle his belt expertly and s his zipper, when suddenly—

Kai’s phone begins to ring. 

“Who the ..” she growls, but Kai silences her. 

He looks at the caller ID. 

Iseul.

”Wait.”

“Ignore it.”  Minah sings as she pushes Kai to the bed, making him lie down on it as her hands pull down his briefs, freeing his partly awakened member.  Minah her lips and wraps her slender fingers around the length of it, squeezing it a little.

“Hold on for a ing second, Minah.”  Kai growls as he presses the answer button.  “Hello?”

ISEUL’S POV

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

He picked up!!  He picked up!!  What do I say now?!!  Why did I even call in the first place?!!  Oh right, to thank him. 

“Hello?” he says. 

“Kai!  I—“ I stop.  I hear music.  I hear loud, upbeat dance music pounding in the background. 

“What?!” he snaps, clearly irritated this time.  “I have to— Oh .  Minah, I told you to ing wait—“

“Kai?” I cut him off, baffled.  My heart is in my throat.  Was that.. a girl he was with?  And did he.. did he just..

“Yes, you’re welcome for the phone.  Goodbye.”  Kai quickly says before I can say anything else. 

“Wait!  That’s not all, I—“

“Holy—ing——“ he curses heavily, his breathing lagged.  “God, Minah you— Yah, I gotta go.” 

And with that and a short click, the line disconnects.

I look at my phone which is now dead with an uneasy feeling in my gut. 

One.  Minah is a girl.

Two.  Minah sounds like she's.. She's doing adult things to Kai.  Or Kai just likes making adult noises for no reason.  Which, I'm pretty sure isn't true.

Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting.

I mentally slap myself.  Who the cares if Kai is doing some.. Mature activities right now?   Why should I feel uneasy?  I mean, it's probably because I'm thinking of Jongguk, who is probably alone at home asleep- or accompanied by those other derps that live beside him, but even that is nonsense.  I'm only a babysitter, and my job is to only make sure the baby gets properly taken care of.  Not anything else, not the wellness of the family, and certainly not the details of the father's ual activities! 

I throw the phone on my bed and lie down beside it.  Sheesh, I just hope he doesn't catch STD and infect me as well.  Or Jongguk.  That poor kid.

After I shower and change into something more comfortable for bed, I climb into my safe haven and flick off the lights, except for one little lamp.  I spend the next hour downloading apps, re-adding several contacts that I find important, re-downloading songs and other stuff. 

"Instagram!!" I sing to myself, clicking the download button on the app store.  "Duolingo!!"

I roll around in my bed, giddy to try all the new features on my phone.  Suddenly my mind drifts back to my brief call with Kai as I accidentally open my call log. 

"I wonder if Minah is going to be Jongguk's new mother or....."  I muse to myself.  "Or just someone at the club it seems like he's in."

After a moment's consideration, I shrug dismissivle and toss my phone to the bedside table.  "Jesus, shut up, Iseul.  It's none of your business!" I say, before rolling over to my side, drifting away to dream land. 

"One strawberry-mango smoothie please."  

"That'll be 7.000 won."

I slide a few notes over to the ahjumma behind the stand and wait a while for the smoothie I've ordered.  I know, summer is coming, which means I'd better start drinking green and jogging but please- this strawberry-mango smoothie is just too delish to ignore okay?  And I'm about to walk precisely 1.3km to the library too so that'll  make up for the jogging. 

I make my way to the library where I've promised to meet up with a few other Maths geeks from one of my classes for an assignment.  For some reason my Saturdays are always packed.  This particular Saturday was packed with stuff I had to catch up after my 3-day absence.  I didn't even realize it was past 3 in the afternoon already!! 

Thirty minutes later (because I decided to walk excruciatingly slow)  I finally arrive at the library.

"Hey guys!" I chirp as I put my bag down beside the Indian kid, Manjeet Singh, who was a genius, hands-down. 

"Hey!  We thought you weren't coming.  We couldn't reach you all morning!" A Hong Kong borne girl, Jacklyn Ho says as she scoots her stuff away a little to give me some space.  "Is your phone.."

"I lost it.  But I got a new one!"  I pull out my gleaming, scratchless new phone with a flourish.  "Mind adding my new number?"

Manjeet scoots closer and his jaw falls open.  He readjusts his spectacles as he takes my phone into his hand.  "Oh my God, it's an S6!  See?  This is the phone I told my parents I wanted but they wouldn't get it for me.  I told them that it had all the coolest specs like a 16 megapixel camera, a battery life of...."

And there you have it.  All the cool features of the phone in numerical precision that I didn't know a thing about until today because usually- if the phone looks good, it's good.  That's how I roll. 

"And a resolution of..."

"Alright let's start with this assignment.  It's four already!"  I say, yanking my phone away from him before he could start reciting his entire analysis on the my screen and the built-in speakers. 

"Thank you."  Jacklyn says, shooting an irritated look at Manjeet. 

"You're so lucky your parents agreed to get it for you." Manjeet says, still looking wistfully at my phone.  Which is starting to get a little creepy.  I mean, it's just an S6 dude! 

"They didn't." I shrug, opening my laptop. 

"Oh my God, did you get it yourself?"

"No.  Yah, come on.  Let's get this done with first."  I shoot Jacklyn a desperate look.  Thankfully she gets it and with her choppy Chinese accent, quickly gets our group working. 

Less than an hour later, Manjeet yawns and stretches his back.  "Let's take a little break-"

"Manjeet Singh!!  Jesus get your head in the ing assignment man I wanna go and watch the campus’s hottest bands playing tonight at 6!!” Jacklyn snaps and immediately Manjeet sits upright. 

“You’re going too?”  I ask her. 

“Totally, dude.  Like, who’s not?”

“Him.” I mouth, jerking my thumb at Manjeet who’s picking his ear now.  Jacklyn shakes her head and gives me a come-on-we-can-do-this--ourselves look. 

Thankfully, with the help of Jacklyn’s typical Asian kid brain, and Manjeet’s highly functioning neurons and impressive calculating skills, and of course my contribution too (ehehehe) we were done by 6.  Sharp.

“Dang it, are we gonna be late?”

“Nah, I bet the sound checks and everything else is going to take a while too.  We’ll get there in time if we speed walk.”  I say to Jacklyn, waving my hand around.  “I can ask Suzy to—hold on.” 

I pull out my vibrating phone and look at who’s calling. 

Ooh, look who’s calling.

Yeah, it’s none other than Kai.

Well, I don’t feel like talking to him right now, and I don’t think he needs me either because today is Saturday right?  I’m not supposed to work on Saturdays.  I set the phone to mute and shove it back into the pocket of my ripped jeans. 

“I can ask Suzy to save us some seats, if you want.”  I offer. 

“Thanks, but I’ve promised Kiko I’d meet her there.”  Jacklyn smiles as we walk towards the place where the outdoor band show was going to be.  “Hey, by the way—your phone’s still flashing.” 

I look at my jeans and true—I can see my phone’s screen flashing from inside the pocket.  “What the .”  I swore and whip it out angrily, determined to make it quick.  “Hello?” I snap, regretting it immediately afterwards.

“You.  Go back to my apartment right now and lock the ing doors.”  Kai says without a prologue.  “You hear me?”

“Sorry, wrong number—“

“Yah, Iseul!  Just ing do it—God!  I need you to go back to my place and take care of Jongguk and lock all the doors!!” He yells into my ear, and in the background I can hear a ruckus. 

“What’s going on?” I ask, still walking with Jacklyn.  “I’ve got plans.  I ain’t got time for this babysitter bull right now.  It’s Saturday and I’m not going to take care of your son today until 1 am so you can go partying in some club—“

“Woman, you better listen to me when I’m still saying this nicely.” 

“Nu-uh.  I don’—“

Suddenly, a taxi pulls up beside me and the driver rolls his window down.  “You girls need a ride?” 

And no, it’s not Mark. 

“Ooh, yes please!”  Jacklyn says excitedly.  “To SNU please?” 

“Aah, the live band show huh?”  The taxi driver says, offering a polite grin.  “Hop on.  It’ll be much faster and there’s no traffic today.  I’m feeling generous today so you girls don’t even have to pay a single cent.”

“Really?  Okay!  Iseul, come on, get in!”  Jacklyn ushers and I look at her, a little mortified.

“But... but this taxi looks creepy!!  I mean, I don’t think taxi drivers come up to possible passengers and offer them a ride—“

“Aish, come on!  Maybe it’s just our luck.  Hop in.” She beckons and I grunt.  “It’s a ing Mercedes Benz taxi—those posh, luxurious ones, and we get to ride it for free!”

“Bye Kai.”  I say into the reciever and hang up.  I yank open the taxi door and step in first, scooting to the other side, and Jacklyn is just about to step in as well when suddenly—

THUD!  The door closes automatically, shutting Jacklyn out.  I look at Jacklyn who’s tapping indignantly on the window, mouthing words I can’t hear, thoroughly flummoxed.  “Hey!  My friend hasn’t gotten in yet!!” I cry to the taxi driver, tapping the back of his head rest.  “Yah, ahjusshi, my friend--  YAH!!  YAH!!  STOP THE CAR!!  WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?!!  WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!!”

Suddenly, the car begins to speed away from a flabbergasted Jacklyn, who’s rapidly growing smaller as the cab whizzes away.  Oh my God, am I being kidnapped?  Are they going to drug me in chloroform and take out my internal organs and sell them in the black market?!  Am I going to be made as a e—

“YAH!  I DEMAND YOU TO RELEASE ME RIGHT NOW OR I’M CALLING THE ING COPS!” I yell, outraged.  I try to open the window to scream for help, but discover that it’s locked.  I look at the man driving in amazement and scoff. 

“CAN’T YOU HEAR ME?!  OPEN THE ING WINDOWS!!!”  I scream, to the still unresponsive driver.  Just.. just what the actual is happening to me right now?!  Where am I being taken to.  “YAH!!  STOP!!  STOP THE CAR!!  HEEEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I bang my fists on the window, desperately watching objects zoom past.  Oh my God, what do I do now?! 

My phone suddenly begins flashing again and I jump a little.  I immediately pick it up after seeing that it’s Kai, and relief flooded my system immensely.  Maybe he can help me..

“Kai!!” I wail, right after picking up.  “HELP ME!  I GOT ING ABDUCTED BY AN UNRESPONSIVE MORON WHO’S DRIVING A BLACK MERCEDES BENZ DIGUISED AS THOSE POSH CABS—“

“I sent that car.”

“I THINK THE PLATE NUMBER IS—“ I stop.  “YOU WHAT?!!”  I scream, louder than ever.  Relief floods through me completely, but anger soon comes rushing in afterwards.

“What the ing hell Kai?!” I demand, ignoring how unlady-like and obscene I sound.  This guy has issues!!  “What’s wrong with you?!”

“I told you to go to my place.  You wouldn’t listen.  Well, I had to get you there one way or another right?”

“Kai—“  Suddenly, someone’s screams resounded in the background.  “Y-yah, what the—CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!”  I scream.  Something wasn’t right here.  It just isn’t, and I can tell.

“Yah!  Just ing listen to me and go to my apartment, and stay in it!!  Don’t wander around in the streets!”

“But the concert—“

“You know what?  Fine.  ing do what you want to do.  I’ll tell Dae to release you if you want.”  Kai says angrily, and I immediately regret arguing with him.

“Wait!  Wait, I’ll do it.  I’ll do as you say.”  I say quietly, even though I have no idea of what I’m going to do. 

Kai doesn’t say a thing and hangs up abruptly.  That’s just so like him. 

I exhale loudly and lean back on the comfortable cushiony seats of the Mercedes I’m riding in.  “Um..” I begin slowly, talking to the man who was driving me.  “I’m sorry.” I say meekly. 

“Kai has warned me of that.”  He says a little warily, flickering his eyes towards me through the review mirror for a while.  “I’ve handled worse, don’t worry.”

“Oh.  Well.. okay then.  Sorry.” 

Then we elapse into total silence.  He drives me back to HOC building without saying another thing and I find my mind swimming in murky waters—trying but failing to find a clear reason or explanation behind the oddity of all this.  What was that.. I mean, it couldn’t be a... it couldn’t be a gun right?  Maybe it’s not even his.  Gah, maybe it’s not even a fun!!  Maybe there’s a little... uproar somewhere and some people are starting to become violent. 

“You are instructed to go straight up without wasting a single second.  After you are in you are instructed to lock all the doors and stay inside until Kai returns.  Do you understand?”  the driver’s clear, razor-sharp, brisk voice says, pulling me out of my daydream.

I nod, too confused to do anything else.  What on earth is happening?!  Suddenly, my phone begins buzzing (I’ve deactivated the mute function already), and I immediately check to see who’s calling.  I’m expecting to see Kai’s name again but instead, I see ‘Suzy’ flashing on the screen.

Oh God.  Okay.  Phew.  Breaaathe Iseul, breathe.  It’s just... It’s just Suzy.  Your bestfriend.  Who also acts like an aggressive mother-slash-bodyguard at times.  Well, here goes nothing!

“Hello?”  I answer, trying not to sound suspicious.

“Yah, where are you?!  These dudes are gonna make me give up the spot I saved you!  Iseul, get your down here !”

“Suzy, I—“

“Don’t tell me you can’t make it.  Not when I didn’t bring anyone else and there are 5 thirsty looking dudes loitering nearby.”

“I.. am currently not in the position to—“

“Are you seriously gonna do this to me?!” She wails, and I can picture her getting ready to hunt me down.

“I don’t want to do this either, it’s just that I... my boss called suddenly.  There’s this.. seriously very important matter.  And he has work to do.” 

“That suspicious old boss again?!” she cries.  “Iseul, he—“

“I think it’s serious this time.  I’m so sorry.  I gotta go okay?  Go ahead and look for.. Haera!  Yeah, that girl!”

“She’s with her boyfriend!!” Suzy whines like a kid. 

“Well then go and get one for yourself!  I gotta go, bye!” I say in a rush, quickly hanging up. 

“Did you tell her about Kai?”  The driver asks as soon as I hang up, his eyes piercing into me from the rearview mirror. 

“Of course not!” I quickly answer, hoping I sound convincing.  God, he looks like he might slice my insides out if I breathe a word to anyone about Kai!  I mean, what’s the deal with all these weird people I’ve been strangely associated with lately?

“You’d better not.” He says, his voice as hard as iron.  “We’re here.  Remember Kai’s instructions.”

“We’re where?” I ask, looking around me.  This isn’t the HOC HQ I knew....

“Back entrance.  Now hurry and go.” He says, in a tone that meant business.

“Um, will Kai—“

“He’ll come.”  The driver nods.  “Eventually.”

“Excuse me gentlemen.”  Kai says as he appears at the door of a certain room in the club.  “Mind if I join you?  I’ve got cash.” 

The so-called gentlemen, a grimy looking man in his late 20s, clad in a black leather jacket glances up for a second before twisting his face into a snarl.  “Private business, kid.  off.”

Kai doesn’t budge.  “Guys, that’s a little rough don’t you think?  I’ve got fresh cash here in m—.” 

“ off, or do you not understand?  You can’t even understand some adult language?  You ain’t even supposed to be here kid.  Now turn around and leave.”  Another one snarls.  Kai’s eye twitch, his patience wearing thin.  This?  This was the target?!  These were the guys from the gang who tried to steal the weapons HOC had just been shipped to Korea from Shanghai the other day?  Wait, but how come there isn’t the guy Kyungsoo described?  Blue hair.  Scar above the left eye.  Tattoo on the arm.

“Oh, I get it.  You guys must be afraid of losing huh?” Kai says, lifting his hands up in mock-surrender.  “There’s an empty chair right there.  Why can’t I join?”

The man right across him shifts a little and that’s how Kai knows for sure that he has a gun with him and that this is indeed the target’s... minions probably.  “Let me get this across one more time, kid.  One.  This is private business here.  You are not invited, so get the hell out.  Two.  That empty chair belongs to our boss.  So you ain’t gonna sit there.  Now allow me to re-emphasize your orders.  .  Off.”

“Alright, alright.  I’ll head out right now.  Got message buddy.  You don’t want me here.  So I will just back off and—Ooh—OW, OW—“ Kai professionally-unprofessionally stumbles over a leg of the table and bends over, feigning a fall—  and then he whips out his gun and fires and in a flash, in less than a second, all three men in that room are dead.  Now all he has to do is wait until—

The door clicks open.  “Hey, what the hell is—“

BANG!!!

And the leader is wiped cold too.  He falls to the floor, bloody-chest down. 

Kai tchs at the easiness of the task and is about to step out when suddenly Chanyeol comes running into the room with a sense of urgency. 

“Boss.  News from the Kings.  A whole group Spades and Diamonds were killed in an underground club.  They need you to come and—“

“What the ?!”  Kai spat as he walked out, murderous as ever.  “Do we have a lead?”

“Unfortunately we have none yet.  The underground club wasn’t something high-classed and sophisticated.  It was cheap, everything was cheap, the technology and security systems were cheap and pretty easy to hack and fiddle with.  The attack started with a blackout.  It was pitch black for a good few seconds before it all happened.  The Spades and Diamonds were in one of the rooms for VIPs, with women and all, when it suddenly out.  Then the door was kicked open an bang bang, motherer.”  Chanyeol made a shooting motion with his hands.    

“The ?  A blackout?  Who the does that?!”

“I’m guessing that it was a new but somehow highly equipped and trained gang because the bug took a while to trace.  And it only led to numbers we’ve got no idea about.  But somehow they got away swiftly, which means there’s probably another party—“

“They have a network.  They’re probably several gangs under one, big, boss.” Kai hypothesizes.  “Start the car.  We got business.” 

“They’re scattered.”  Kyungsoo announces, popping up suddenly.  “They have people everywhere, which one to take down first, boss?”

“Things are going to get messy.”  Kai answers vaguely. 

“What?”

“He said ‘kill ‘em all.’” Chanyeol nods at D.O., and at that they get going. 

“So let me get this straight.  What we have right here is a sort of a cat-and-mouse game between a several ing armed idiots who thought that they could just kill our brothers and get away like that, and several of our own men who are probably riding and firing crazily around Seoul?”  Kai asks, his gears still working to process the brief information Chanyeol has presented him. 

“Well, techinically, not all over around Seoul, just in some alleys or less-populated areas—“

“Still Seoul.  Contact an RAB and ask them where they’re at.  Then we’ll split up and try to get them from the other side— oh, before I forget, contact people to come anticipate for an attack at our HQs.  We need reinforcements.“

“Already done that.  They’re weaving through the backlots and backstreets of this neighborhood right here.”  Suho yells as he points at his GPS.  “This is not going to finish anytime soon.  Looks like itt won’t be a little trip to the gas station like what you told your son.  You might want to call a certain someone to take care of him.”

“Right, dammit.  How could I forget?”  Kai slaps his forehead and whips his phone out, pressing several numbers.  He holds up his phone to his ear and waits.

“Damn it, she’s not picking up.”

“Why does that line sound so... so...”

“Not now, er.”  Kai growls as he tries to call Iseul again.

“Is lover boy still being ignored?” Baekhyun bats his eyelashes excessively, pouting his lips in front of Kai’s face.

“She is so... in trouble.”  Kai curses, pressing the call again button once more.

“Spank her, Kai—“

“You.  Go back to my apartment right now and lock the ing doors.”  Kai says without a proper introduction as soon as Iseul picks up.  “You hear me?”  he rapidly fires his orders without stopping.

A beat of silence.

“Sorry, wrong number—“

“Yah, Iseul!  Just ing do it—God!  I need you to go back to my place and take care of Jongguk and lock all the doors!!”  Kai barks angrily.  Judging from the background noise, she’s wandering somewhere out on the streets.  Which is not good, because.. well, let’s just say they don’t fancy running into each other.  Or Kai doesn’t really want to see Iseul caught up in the bloody mess that’s actually ensueing right now. 

“What’s going on?” Iseul asks, calmly but firm enough to show that she’s not backing down.   “I’ve got plans.  I ain’t got time for this babysitter bull right—“

 ‘Track her cell.’ He mouths to Baekhyun as Iseul rambles on.  “Send Dae to come over and get her.  Oh, tell him to make the car look like a taxi.  I don’t care how.” He whispers. 

 “—going to take care of your son today until—“

“On it.”  Baekhyun replies, quickly executing Kai’s orders.  Kai nods in appreciation before turning his attention back to Iseul.  “What the .  He should just steal a cab—it’ll be done in a flash.”

Kai shrugs and nods again, conveying that whatever he did was okay with him.

”— so you can go partying in some club—“

“Woman, you better listen to me when I’m still saying this nicely.”  He cuts in, and Iseul immediately stops.  But she doesn’t hold her peace for long.

“Dae will probably be there in a few seconds.”  Baekhyun chimes merrily.  

 “Nu-uh.  I don—” 

In the background, Kai hears a car pulling up to her.  Then, he heard a faint drawl over the noise, saying “You girls need a ride?”

Kai smirks.  “Tell him to leave the other one behind and bring Iseul to our HQ.  Use the back entrance.  Tell her to go straight up to my place and lock the all the doors.”

“Copy that.” Baekhyun dutifully repeats the words into his earpiece. 

“Oh, and tell Daehyun to brace himself because.... the lady in the backseat is probably gonna go bat crazy.”  Kai snorts a little, earning him a curious look from Baekhyun... who relays the message anyway.

“Bye Kai.”

The line goes dead and Kai feels at peace.  Iseul is in Daehyun’s car now, and he can already here her shouting and protesting like a deranged lunatic.  “Well, now that that’s taken care of... shall we?” he says with a manic smile as they walk to their vehicles. 

Kai’s face darkens as Chanyeol tells him the sequence of the crime.  “Well tell them to check the footages!  The CCTV!  I want those men found!!” Kai barks.  “Check their stature.  How many of them.  Which side did they attack from—“

 “They were at Hype, Kai.  An underground club.  There were tons of people.  The footage doesn’t focus on only 6 people.  They know that today DJ Jint is coming there to spin, we opened the club for public today, so tons of people are bound to be there and so they must’ve squeezed in with the crowd and went unnoticed.” 

“Aish, fine.  Let’s just—  Tell them to track the bug because it must have came from someone.  Or somewhere.  An IP address maybe, a name of a street—“

"Boss, it's Big Bang.  They said they've got some information that might help- which they obtained from when the seemingly same group once tried to steal their shipments a few weeks ago.  They're already on their way to ambush the other gang and they said to think of it as a favor back then when you rescued Taeyang a long time ago when he was  sent to jail in Macau."  Baekhyun reports, holding a hand to his earpiece.  "What's that?  Okay, yeah, we'd appreciate.  Send them over.”

"Big Bang?  Thank ing goodness.  They got those explosive things that could blow 'em all up at once."  Kai growls.  "Are we anywhere near the target?  Any news from Chan?"

"We're getting closer.  Chan said he tracked all our surveillance cams already and the mob is said to be approaching a dark alley behind the large office buildings at Daesan Street where there's a few warehouses which lots of gangs usually store some stuff temporarily in."  Kyungsoo replies. 

“Good.”  Kai nods as he leans back against the car seat. 

“Um, you should probably call Iseul.”  Baekhyun suggests, looking at Kai through the rearview mirror. 

“What for?”

“Tell her to calm the down because Dae just called in to report a crazy woman.”

Kai snorts a little and pulls out his phone, presses Iseul’s contact and waits.  Before even two rings, Iseul has already picked up— and started speaking.

“KAI!!  HELP ME!  I GOT ING ABDUCTED BY AN UNRESPONSIVE MORON WHO’S DRIVING A BLACK MERCEDES BENZ DIGUISED AS THOS