Gaheun's POV:

"Gaheun...? Gaheun...? Cmon. Why're you such a heavy sleeper? Wake up!"  Kim Bum says loudly as he shakes me awake.

"Hmm?"  Is the only coherent thing I can come up with as I get up.

"About time. You're late. Seunghyun left late last night because his father told him to leave with him. Let's go, fast."  He didn't need to say anything else, because I was already up and ready to go.
 
 
 
"Can you stop tapping the car? It's making me nervous." Kim Bum complains as he looks out the windshield.

"Sorry. Nervous habit." I say quickly, exhaling.

"I can tell. If you're nervous now, how're you going to handle yourself when we're actually there?" he asks, sounding worried.

"I'm just nervous we'll be late. That's all."

He looks at me, to see if I was lying.

"We'll be a couple more minutes. But I think Choi is starting not too much later. We can probably make it a little earlier. If I speed."

"You mean…  You haven't been speeding the whole time?!?!"  If we're late, you have to go fast! Who cares about the rules now! Donghae's life is on the line.

Kim Bum clears his throat, then accelerates.
 
 
 
I'm running once the car stops. I have no idea where I’m going, but I still feel like it's saving time. I hear Kim Bum's steps behind me. He races ahead of me and grabs my wrist, leading the way. He opens a large set of doors. We're in a warehouse. Probably one of Choi's own. This is what a gang scene looks like, or what I imagined it to look like, unlike the mansions and other extravagant places I’ve seen during my time with  them.  I scan the area for Donghae, but he's nowhere in sight. My heart sinks... It’s not too late. There's no way...

"Hello you two. Glad you could make it on time. Just in time actually, we were about to begin." His voice pisses me off. He speaks as though everything is a game. It probably  is a game, in his eyes.

"Yes." Kim Bum answers flatly as he squeezes my wrist gently.

"Kim Bum, Seunghyun's in the office. Gaheun, come with me, I'll give you your few minutes to speak with Donghae." Kim Bum looks at me with wide eyes,

"It's okay. I need to talk to Donghae first" I assure him. He hesitates for a minute,

"I'll meet up with you after I'm done talking okay?" I assure him again.

"Don't worry Kim Bum, you can keep an eye on her, there's a window in the office that looks out to the storage area." Choi adds impatientiently.

Kim Bum looks at suspiciously, and nods once, letting me know he'd be watching.

I nod once, eager to finally be able to move.

Kim Bum leaves through the pair of doors,

"So... Shall we be going then?" Choi asks happily.

I nod once, And he opens the pair of doors in front of us, allowing me to enter the large, dark, grey room.

                    I can't hear Choi's steps behind me anymore, but I continue to walk forward. It was so grim and dark, my footsteps echo in the large open space. I walk closer and closer to the light that shone above the centre of the room. I look at what the bright light was shining over: Donghae.

                    My heart begins to beat irrationally as I step closer to him. He's kneeling on a small platform, with his arms tied behind his back. Even though his arms are tied behind him, there are chains on both of his biceps, stretching out on either side of him, probably keeping him from moving. His head is turned down to the floor. I step under the light, casting a shadow over him. He notices and looks up; when he sees me, he turns his face away and bites his lip. Once he hides his eyes, I notice the rest of his face: it has dark and light purple bruises... He must feel ashamed or something; I don't know why else he would want to look away. It was something he'd never want me to see; weakness. But seeing him like this, it reminds me of how we first met: He needed me to help him, even though he didn't want me to see him in his state. My eyes begin to feel warm, dammit  Gaheun, why are you crying? It's so stupid. Crying doesn't help anyone.

                    The strength I've been building up slowly crumbles, and I lose the feeling of my legs. I drop down to my knees beside him; thankfully, I'm able to hold back my tears. But sadly, that's the only thing I had control over.