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He saw most of the men gathered around their supposed leader, looking at Jeongin's phone. His eyes widened.


But to the kidnappers' surprise, the phone had a password. The man holding it groaned.


"Untie his hands," he ordered. One of them did as told, and Jeongin felt his hands free. The first thing he did was pull that cloth off his mouth.


Run.

Fucking run.

But he couldn't. He knew he wouldn't be able to. As soon as he was free, he felt hands grabbing his hair harshly, painfully. Another person held him by his hair to prevent his escape.

"Unlock it," the man said, handing Jeongin the phone.

He was too scared, too frightened to even hear what they wanted. God, the boy was shaking. His breathing was unstable.

"What? Are you fucking deaf? I said take it!"

"What a fucking bitch," the man scoffed, soon kicking Jeongin's stomach, making him grunt in pain and cry. It hurt so much.

"OPEN IT, GODDAMMIT!"



Yes, he followed the kidnapper's orders and unlocked his phone. Afterward, his hands were tied again.


"Aha! There it is," the man grinned evilly.










The ringing of a phone interrupted Chan, who was driving at full speed, trying to find that one car.


Jeongin's number. His heart raced after seeing the name displayed on his phone.

"Hello!? Jeongin!?" he quickly answered.


"We have what you're looking for," Chan heard someone say, with laughter in the background.


"Who the fuck are you? WHERE IS HE? TELL ME!"


"No need to get aggressive, dude!" the man laughed.



"We have your chick right here, he's having so much fun with us." Chan's blood boiled, his ears almost ringing with anger after hearing muffled cries of help—obviously from his husband.


"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH HIM, ASSHOLE!" Chan shouted, slamming his car to a stop. But the man chuckled, and Chan heard a muffled scream. It was Jeongin. Someone hit him. How dare they even touch him.



"Oops!" the man laughed while painful cries filled the background, too painful for Chan's heart as he listened to his husband suffer.

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