Me Before You

Reunion

"Where are you going?" Jaemin asked as he saw Yuna move to get out of the jeep.

"Uh, leaving?" she replied, with an eyebrow raised.

"You're coming with me."

"I've got work to do and I don't need to be there," she said as she slipped out of the jeep quickly, attempting to escape.

"Absolutely not, I know for a fact that you don't have any work to do and yes, you need to be there. She's your sister. Get in the car. Now," Jaemin said, anger and frustration clear in his voice at the way Yuna was reacting.

"That's an order," he added when he saw Yuna try to act like she hadn't heard what he had said. Clenching her jaw and biting her tongue from saying anything hurtful, she reluctantly got into the jeep. A beat of silence passed before the tyres squealed as they peeled off.

The ride was silent, save for the directions that were provided by the GPS. An agonising hour later, they were finally at their destination.

An abandoned warehouse.

The paint had faded, but it was hard to tell from the graffiti that covered every available space on the walls. Yuna glanced around warily, eyes scanning the area for any potential dangers but came short.

"Yoora?" Jaemin called as he carefully opened the door, afraid that it might be booby-trapped. His voice resonated through the walls of the vast expanse of the warehouse. A click so soft that would have been impossible for the untrained ear to sense was heard.

Jaemin and Yuna tensed, adrenaline starting to pump through them as they prepared themselves. For what, they didn't know. Their eyes darted side to side as they tried to find the source of the sound. Suddenly, they couldn't see.

The electricity had been cut off and they were now in unknown territory without their vision. This couldn't have gone any more sideways than it already was.

Cold metal nudged both their foreheads. Guns, they realised. He was wrong, things could go worse.

"Who the fuck are you?" a voice demanded. Jaemin audibly gulped. He was at gunpoint, in the dark and he knew he'd be a dead man if he even tried to reach for his gun.

"It's me, Jaemin. Your brother,"

And just like that, the lights turned back on and the guns moved away from them. Both officers blinked rapidly, trying to adjust their eyes to the sudden brightness.

Three women stood in front of them, guns in hand with unreadable expressions on their faces

The tallest of the three of them, her dark grey locks were tied into a neat ponytail as she stood with her arms crossed. She drummed her fingers, which were adorned with rings, silently on her arms as she stared at Jaemin. Rui Ya Jaemin realised with a start.

The shortest of them stood at about 5'7 her silky straight chestnut locks splashed with blonde streaks in a messy bun. Her eyes were lined black, accentuating the ocean blue of her eyes. A few tattoos were littered on her arms and collarbones. But the bracelets were what made Jaemin recognise her. Trisha

The woman in the middle was the most intimidating. Piercings adorned her face and ears, both arms covered with tattoo sleeves. Her slate grey eyes could probably penetrate souls. Her short grey locks were above her shoulder, long enough to frame her face but short enough that she didn't need to tie it. Yoora

Yoora's eyes were stormy, eyes slightly glossy as they darted back and forth between Jaemin and Yuna. She wrapped her arms around Jaemin's torso, yanking him towards her.

"I missed you," Jaemin whispered. All he got in reply was a tighter squeeze which made him suffocate, but he was okay with it. He was finally back in his older sister's arms.