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THE HEIST ── k.ys & j.wy ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (chap. one)

╰┈➤ PART ONE ; THE HOSTAGE SITUATION

synopsis ; what started as a normal day quickly turned into a life or death situation when you and your best friend are caught in a hostage situation during a bank heist. however, when you're taken with the men you find out that there is a lot more that awaits for you behind the walls of their hideout and you slowly find yourself not wanting to leave... especially not when wooyoung and yeosang treat you so kindly.

pairing(s) ; yeosang x f!reader x wooyoung

☆ ── wc. ; 12.7k ☆ ── genre ; DARK THEMES!!!, angst, smut, dark romance, love triangle, slow burn(ish), fluff if you squint real fucking hard, psychological thriller/horror ☆ ── gen. tw. ; SOME TAGS ARE HIDDEN AS TO NOT SPOIL THE STORY, READERS DISCRETION ADVISED!!!, cussing, violence, mentions/use of weapons (guns, knives, etc...), use of force, life or death situations, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, captive reader, ateez are all criminals, mentions and depictions of abuse (mental, emotional and physical), phobias (claustrophobia...), mind breakage, ptsd, useage of petnames (including but not limited to: doll, peach/peaches, babydoll, sweetheart, little bird, baby, darlin, sweets...), severe manipulation, derogatory names (bitch...), hongjoong is a bit psychotic, psychological torture, conditioning, threats, hair pulling (in both a sexual and nonsexual light), toxic relationships and behavior, guilt tripping, gaslighting, find nsfw tags below the cut!!

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☆ ── nsfw tw. ; no other tags to add besides gen. tags!! ☆ ── notes ; well folks... here it is :3 the long-awaited series that I've been teasing at for months hehe. this was supposed to come out yesterday for my birthday, but I got distracted and lazy, so my apologies. but I hope y'all enjoy this helluva ride and let me know what you think so far!! also taglist will remain open until the 30th!!

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It was just a normal Friday: you had already finished all your classes for the day and were now sitting in your favorite cafe with your best friend. You listened to her ramble on about something or the other while you sipped on your iced coffee, hoping the caffeine would keep you awake for a little while longer. The sunlight started to peek out from behind the rainclouds, shining through the window and right on to your body, warming you. It was early spring, which brought a lot of rain with it, so you and Bohwa decided to take shelter in the cafe, waiting for it to pass.

Looking outside, you noticed that there were still some stray raindrops falling from tree leaves and awnings. Puddles splashed as cars and bikers drove through them. It was turning out to be a beautiful day, and you were sure it was bound to warm up as well. It reminded you of the day you met Bohwa. She had been in such a rush that she didn't see you and accidentally knocked you down—right into a puddle. She had apologized profusely and offered to buy you a new outfit and a coffee, since she had knocked your coffee down as well.

"Hello? Earth to y/n." Bohwa waved her hand in front of your face, breaking you out of your daze, and you turned your head to look over at her. The dual-haired girl was giving you a playful glare, bringing her straw up to her lips to take a sip, "Are you okay? You've been zoning out all day."

"Hmm, oh yeah, sorry. I don't think I slept very well last night." You told her with a sheepish smile, bringing your own straw up to your lips, taking another sip. Feeling a soft breeze wash over you pulled your attention back to the world outside the window, "It's so nice outside now that it's not raining."

Following your gaze out the window, Bohwa hummed softly, grabbing her phone to check the time. Seeing that it was only a little bit after three in the afternoon, she figured you'd both have enough time to do something before things started to close.

"Why don't we go shopping?" Bohwa suggested, turning her phone off and setting it back down.

You looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, "With what money? I thought you used most of your paycheck for the tuition payment."

"Hey, who said we had to buy anything?" She told you, wiggling her eyebrows, and your face started to contort into deep concern, looking at the girl across from you like she had three heads. Noticing your gaze, Bohwa burst out laughing, catching the attention of a few others in the cafe. She reached over, grabbing your wrist, "I meant window shopping, jeez, we're not going to rob anybody."

"God Bohwa, be more specific next time! I thought you were being for real." You scolded her, and she giggled before pulling her hand back, standing up, and grabbing her bag.

"My bad, my bad," She reached down and grabbed her coffee cup, "c'mon, I know a few places we can go and look." She urged you, and you rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging on your lips as you stood from your own seat.

As the two of you walked down the sidewalk, Bohwa linked her arm with yours, once again ranting about something from one of her classes. She pulled you into a few clothing stores, picking up a few things, making a mental note to come back when she had the extra funds to get some. You were stuck next to her, looking at the different options they had before Bohwa pulled you to the next shop.

After a few hours, you saw a little trinket store on the corner of the street, and something about it was pulling you in. You looked over at Bohwa only to see her looking around frantically, causing you to think that something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" You asked, gently reaching out to grab her arm, causing her to look over at you with an awkward smile.

"Yeah, I just really have to go pee." She told you as she looked over your shoulder at a restaurant, "I'm gonna go over there and use the bathroom. Where did you wanna meet?"

"Oh, I was gonna check out that trinket store over there," you told her, pointing to the shop you had seen moments ago. "You can just come find me over there when you're done."

"Okay," Bohwa nodded before leaving you on the sidewalk while she booked it towards the restaurant, apologizing to a few people here and there when she bumped into them.

You laughed softly before making your way towards the trinket store, maneuvering around the crowd of people who were outside. Just as you were about to reach the door, you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. Looking over, you saw a large figure moving towards you, and you barely had a second to react and move before they ran right into you. However, they still clipped your shoulder, causing you to stumble back, a small curse falling from your lips as you tried to steady yourself.

"Hey, watch where…" You got ready to tell the person off, but all you saw was their fading figure, well out of reach to hear anything you had to say. Letting out a sigh, you just shook your head, but as your gaze flickered down, you noticed something lying on the ground that you were sure wasn't there a few moments ago.

Crouching down, you picked up what you could only guess was some kind of necklace. It was an intricate silver piece of jewelry that looked like it had been bent to take the shape of a bird of some sort. Turning it around, you found a glittering red gem sitting in the middle. It was beautiful to say the least, and you wondered if that person had dropped it when they bumped into you. You debated on whether or not to keep it, not sure if you'd ever see that person again, seeing as they were wearing a mask.

Suddenly, there was a hand placed on your shoulder, and your whole body jolted. Your head whipped around, only to find Bohwa standing there. You let out a visible sigh, relief flooding your veins as you stood up.

"Are you okay?" She asked as you pocketed the necklace and you hummed, heart still hammering against your ribs.

"Yeah, some asshole just ran into me." You told her, and her eyes went wide, her hand grabbing your arm as she looked you over.

"Oh, my god? Are you okay?" She asked, obviously worried, and you nodded your head, grabbing your bicep as you finally started to feel some pain in your shoulder.

"Bohwa, I'm fine, maybe just a bruised and sore shoulder, but I'm okay otherwise." You reassured her, and she let out a sigh, letting her arms drop back down to her side.

"They seriously just ran off after bumping into you?" She asked, looking over your shoulder, searching for some unknown person that was no longer there, "Did they at least apologize?"

"What do you think?" You asked her with a deadpan expression, and she met your eyes with a small glare.

"Asshole," she grumbled before looping her arm through yours and turning back towards the shop front. "C'mon, we have enough time to look around, but I have to stop by the bank before we head back to the dorms."

You looked over at her and nodded before walking into the store. You guys didn't stay inside for too long, seeing as nothing was catching your eye, and you had to catch a cab to the bank. Once you got there, you followed Bohwa inside and walked up to join the long line.

"Seems like everyone needed to stop at the bank before close," Bohwa sighed, knowing the two of you would be waiting for a little bit. You laughed softly, grabbing your phone out of your pocket, but just as you expected, the only notifications you had were from random apps on your phone.

Looking around, you noticed that there were only two bank tellers and about twenty customers, including yourself and Bohwa. Then you noticed a bathroom tucked in the far wall and pocketed your phone. You patted Bohwa's arm before pointing towards the restroom.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom." You told her, and she nodded with a hum. Then you slipped past her, walking towards the bathroom, humming some tune that was stuck in your head.

Walking in, you noticed that no one else was inside, so with a small triumphant smile, you walked into a stall, latching the door behind you. You quickly did your business, then fixed your jeans, stepped out of the stall, and went up to the bathroom sink. As you washed your hands, you looked up at yourself, a small huff leaving your lips as you noticed that a few strands of hair were blown out of place, but other than that, you looked alright.

Once you finished washing your hands, you walked over to the paper towel dispenser and pulled out a few. Drying your hands, you looked back at the mirror and caught sight of the lights reflecting off something in your coat pocket. Tossing the paper towels into the trash bin, you walked back over to the mirror, fixing your hair before reaching into your pocket. Pulling out the thin chain necklace, you held the charm in your hand, mind wandering back to the person who had bumped into you.

"I wonder if I'll ever run into them again…" You murmured to yourself, moving the charm so the light reflected off the ruby stone in the center. Letting out a huff, you shook your head, "Hopefully not literally though."

However, your thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang that sounded strangely like a gunshot. A sharp gasp fell from your lips, and you dropped to the ground, shoving the piece of jewelry back into your coat pocket. Your eyes widened as your gaze flicked to the bathroom door; the sound of distant shouting came from outside.

"Everyone on the ground now!" You heard a man shout, followed by a few screams, and your heart started to race in your chest.

"You, where are the keys to the safe?" You heard another man shout, and you came to a terrifying realization that the bank was being robbed.

Fear clawed its way up your spine, and tears stung in your eyes. Hide. That's what you needed to do: hide. Holding your breath, you carefully made your way towards the bathroom stalls, hands shaking.

Then another gunshot was heard, followed by a series of screams, and your heart lurched into your throat. Your blood ran cold as you remembered that Bohwa was still outside. With the robbers.

Your fear was then mixed in with worry, and you slowly turned, facing the bathroom door once more. Bohwa was still stuck out there, and you couldn't leave her alone. Then you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, and your body jolted. Tears blurred your vision as you pulled out the device, seeing it was a message from your roommate asking when you would be back. Quickly, a plan formed in your mind, and you unlocked your phone and opened your keypad, typing in the emergency number.

Quietly shuffling towards the door, you pressed your ear against the thick wood, hoping to tell if any of them were nearby. All you heard were muffled voices, some speaking low enough that you couldn't make out what they were saying. Then there were a few shouting orders.

Swallowing thickly, you reached up, cracking the door open just an inch to peek out. The first thing you saw was all the people on the floor gathered together, Bohwa on one end, a little boy latched to her side. Then your breath caught in your throat when you saw a man lying face down on the ground, a pool of blood forming underneath him. You quickly covered your mouth with the back of your hand, holding your phone, tears escaping your eyes and flowing freely down your pale cheeks.

Finally, you looked over at the group of men who were standing around the lobby, each of them holding a large gun. They were dressed head-to-toe in black, even their faces were covered by a mask, and they wore plain black baseball caps. From the angle you were looking at, you could only count four, but you were sure that there were more.

Biting your lip to hold back a sob, you looked down at your phone and hit the call button for emergency services. You brought the device to your ear, and almost instantly, someone picked up the phone, asking what the emergency was.

"Hello, I'm at the Main Central Bank, and it's being robbed right now." You whispered, voice shaky as you tried to keep your volume down.

"Okay, ma'am, can you tell me how many there are?" The man on the other end of the phone asked, and you opened the door just a bit more, flinching when it made a small creaking sound. You waited with bated breath to see if any of the men would notice, but when none did, you closed your eyes, sighing shakily. Sticking your head out just a bit, you noticed that there were two more men standing at the teller counter, holding the poor woman at gunpoint as she searched for something.

"T-There's six that I c-can see." You told him, then your eyes traveled over to Bohwa, seeing her shaking and probably crying. A lump formed in your throat when she looked over at you, her eyes growing wide.

"Alright, and can you tell me how many people are inside with you?" The man asked, his voice startling you, and you almost slipped. However, your heart nearly stopped when Bohwa started to move, her eyes trained on you. You quickly moved your hand to your mouth, motioning for her to be quiet, eyes wide.

"Ma'am?" The man spoke again, but it sounded like it was coming from the other end of the tunnel as one of the men noticed Bohwa's movement and looked at her before he glanced over at you.

"S-Shit." You gasped, scurrying back into the bathroom, letting the door shut, and quickly moving towards a bathroom stall. You latched the lock on the bathroom stall, squeezing your body into the space between the toilet and wall, shaky hand moving up to cover your mouth, muffling your cries.

The operator continued to try to speak to you, but you couldn't comprehend a word he was saying over the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. Heavy footsteps echoed inside the small room, your breath catching when they neared the stall you were in. A loud bang bounced off the walls as the man hit one of the stall doors, causing you to jump, tears streaming down your face.

You tucked your body into the small space, hoping he wouldn't be able to see you in the far corner. Then he finally got to your stall, his feet coming to a stop right outside the door. Your trembling, rapid breathing was the only sound heard in the still silence, and you squeezed your eyes shut, knowing that he'd come in here sooner or later.

"Come on out, sweetheart. I know you're hiding in here." His deep voice filled the air, followed by a chuckle that echoed in your ears.

"Ma'am, are you safe?" The operator asked, but you couldn't bring yourself to move or speak, for that matter. Frozen in place with fear, heart racing so fast you were starting to become lightheaded.

"I'll give you another chance, come out. Now." The man demanded, and your breath hitched at the sound of a gun cocking. Your mind raced with the possibilities that could happen, and more quietly, a muffled sob escaped your covered lips.

You couldn't move, even if you wanted to; your body seemed to be completely glued to that spot, refusing to move an inch. Tears continued to stream down your face, dripping from your chin into your lap, staining your jeans.

A scream erupted from your lips when the door was kicked open, your eyes flying to the door that was now only hanging on by its bottom hinges. The man walked into the stall, narrow eyes glaring at you from over his mask, gun raised, the barrel pointed directly at you.

"Help me, please!" You cried into your phone, and you could hear frantic clicking on the other side, the man reassuring you that the police were on the way.

"Son of a bitch." The man cursed lowly before lowering the gun and making quick strides towards you, snatching the device from your hands and throwing it to the ground at your feet. Another scream echoed in the room when he shot your phone, the gunshot causing your ears to ring, absolute terror blooming in your chest.

Then his eyes were on you once again, a sharp glare burning into your skin, and you wished the ground would just swallow you whole. He stepped back, raising the large gun once more, aiming it at you, and you cried, holding your hands up.

"Get up, right now." He ordered, and you could only nod, slowly pulling your body out of the small space. You kept your movements deliberate, hoping not to alert the man and have him shoot you.

When you were on your feet, standing in front of him, he looked you up and down before stepping forward. You flinched when he roughly grabbed your arm, shoving you out of the bathroom stall and towards the door.

"Go and no funny business, I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head." He threatened, and you weren't about to call whether he was bluffing or not, and walked towards the bathroom door.

He led you back out into the main room, the barrel of his rifle pressed right between the space of your shoulder blades. Tears flowed endlessly down your cheeks as he pushed you towards the other hostages.

"Oh, you got her, nice. I thought you would've shot her." Another one of the perps chuckled as he looked towards you, his eyes crinkling over his mask.

"I'm not trigger-happy like Wooyoung, but she called the cops, so we need to hurry up." The man behind you spoke, shoving you to the ground near Bohwa. Once on the ground, you moved towards your dual-haired best friend, grabbing her shaky hand into your own. You didn't have to talk to her to know that she was absolutely petrified, and so were you, heart thumping in your throat as you looked around, seeing that all of the men around you held rifles of sorts.

"Yeosang is struggling with the safe; there's a double code on it." Another of the men responded, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck if she called the cops, then they'll be here any moment," A man on your far right spoke, agitation lacing his tone, and he glared right at you. "I say we just kill her so she can't cause anymore issues."

Your heart nearly stopped when he stepped towards you, raising his firearm and pointing directly at you. Bohwa screamed, wrapping her arms around your body and holding you close, begging them to stop.

The one that found you in the bathroom stomped over, grabbing the barrel and pushing it down, "knock it the fuck off, we don't need more bloodshed than necessary."

"San's right, keep a level head, we'll be out of here soon." The man by the teller's desk spoke, glaring at the men near you.

You looked up with teary eyes, sobs racked your lungs, and fear dug its claw into your spine, not planning to let go anytime soon. The sound of sirens was heard outside, and you could feel your heart ease slightly, knowing that you and Bohwa would be safe soon. That was until another gunshot went off, screams echoing in the large room.

"Don't get too excited, folks, if we don't get out of here…" The man at the teller counter spoke, lowering his rifle, "Neither will you."

"Captain, don't you think that's a little overzealous?" A taller male who was standing a few feet away from the man spoke, his head turning to look at him.

"Not at all," He chuckled, eyes glancing down to the weapon that sat fully loaded in his hands. "It's either arrest us after we kill everyone here, or they try to save everyone. What do you think they'll choose, hmm?"

Fear clouded your mind as you clung to Bohwa, the little boy who was still tucked into her side, sobbed quietly. The man who was ready to shoot you shoved the other man off him before turning to look at their boss.

"What's the plan, boss? None of us here is equipped to help Yeosang and Seonghwa." The man asked, slowly lowering the rifle in his hands, and you felt a small breath of relief flow out of your lungs.

You looked around the room, seeing that there weren't very many windows that you could see out of without standing, but based on the sounds of the sirens, you knew there had to be multiple cop cars outside. Waiting. Your anxiety started to skyrocket as different scenarios of how this could play out in your head, none of which ended well.

"Why aren't the cops coming?" The little boy next to Bohwa whispered, looking over at you with teary eyes, and you swallowed thickly.

"I don't know, bud, but this should be over soon." You tried to reassure him despite the bile that crept up the back of your throat.

Then something registered in your fear-riddled mind. They couldn't get into the safe because of an encrypted code. Once you were sure that you could crack, and hopefully they'll just leave with their money.

However, before you could speak up, the shrill sound of a phone echoed in the room, causing the others near you to jump. You watched as the man they called Captain picked up the phone, hit a button, and threw the receiver down on the counter.

"Hello?" He answered in a singsong tone, his eyes crinkling as he smirked and looked over at the man standing next to him.

"This is the police. We have the building surrounded. Drop your weapons and step out of the building with your hands raised above your head, and no one will have to get hurt." A male voice flowed through the speaker, and your heart thumped loudly against your ribcage.

"You see, officer, that's where you're wrong. If we have to leave this building, all the people here with us won't be able to come with us." He started, glancing back at the group of hostages, a sinister gleam in his eyes, "at least not breathing."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" The officer asked, and the man laughed. Laughed.

"I have just the plan in mind," The man spoke once more, leaning against the marble countertop. Some of the hostages around you gasped while others cried, fear in every one of their eyes. Bohwa's grip tightened on your body as a small whimper fell from her lips, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Care to share?"

The man laughed in amusement, turning around to grab the receiver end of the phone, "You'll see soon enough, dear officer." Then he hung up the phone before tearing the phone line out of the back of it so they couldn't call again. He then turned back towards his men, a glare adorning his features. "Here's the plan: we need to find a way to open that safe. Once we can get that open, we'll work on our escape plan."

"How are we going to open the safe, boss? None of us is tech-savvy like the other two." The taller male next to the leader spoke, eyes glancing over to the hostages.

"I don't know Mingi, but we'd better figure it out, or I'll personally make sure no one here lives to see another light of day." The man sneered, and you felt your blood run cold, your ears ringing at the implication of his words.

The room then broke out into chaos, and the men around you started to argue amongst themselves while the hostages huddled closer together. You looked around the room as you tried to think of any way to get you and Bohwa, as well as the others, out of here, and there was only one thing that came to mind.

Help them, and they'll let you go.

You swallowed thickly before leaning away from Bohwa, catching her attention. Noticing that you were looking at the men, your eyes flickering between them, she could see the gears turning in your head. She grabbed your arm, pulling your attention back to her, and she shook her head violently. You patted her hand, reassuring her and clearing your throat.

"E-Excuse me?" You called out, catching the attention of the man who found you in the bathroom, San, you believed his name was, as well as the man who stood next to him. They both looked over at you with a raised eyebrow, the other man's fingers tightened around his gun, and your heart rate spiked.

"Shut up and stay down." The man sneered, and you flinched, holding your hands up.

"You guys just want the money, right?" Your voice shook slightly as you looked at them before your eyes caught the bosses. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you continued when they didn't stop you, "I can hack the system and get past the encrypted code to open it."

"Y/n, stop," Bohwa begged, tugging on your shirt, but you just ignored her and looked up at the men, hoping they wouldn't think you were bluffing.

The leader of the group pushed himself off the counter and stalked towards you. Your breath caught in your throat when he pushed past the two men and crouched down in front of you. He reached forward, grabbing a stray strand of hair that fell from your hair clip, twirling it around his finger.

"So you're telling me that you can crack open a safe my men have worked hours on?" He asked, his tone almost condescending, and your eyes widened at his close proximity. Then he moved his hand away from your face, resting it on his bent knees. "What makes you think we'll believe you?"

You let out a shaky breath, eyes staying glued to the man in front of you as fear encased your entire being. "Because the code they're trying to crack isn't just a simple one, it has multiple layers, and you have to work quickly in order to get through them all before it kicks you out and you have to try again."

The man in front of you hummed, raising his hand to point at the man behind him, "radio Yeosang and see where they're at."

"Got it." He nodded, grabbing the walkie-talkie attached to his belt and bringing it to his mouth. "Yeosang, do you copy? Where are we with cracking the safe?"

"There's more code than I thought, and this damn thing keeps kicking me back before I can get far enough." A voice crackled through the radio a few moments later, and all three men's eyes flickered back to you. "This goes beyond my capabilities to crack."

The man in front of you takes the walkie-talkie from the other man, bringing it to his mouth, "Hold on, we have someone here who might be able to help you."

You watched with bated breath as he handed the radio back to the man behind him, his eyes never leaving yours. He then reached towards you once more, and you didn't dare to move a single inch. A small gasp fell from your lips when he grabbed your chin, forcing your face up.

"You get one chance. One. If you fuck up or try anything sneaky, I'll have my men put a bullet in your pretty head, then we'll take your cute little friend here, and I can't promise we'll be gentle." He warned, and your body went still at the mention of Bohwa. Seeing the terror in your eyes, he smiled, and you could tell by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Wooyoung," The man calls for someone, and a few moments later, another man steps up to his side, "take her back there to Yeosang and Seonghwa. Keep an eye on her, and if she tries anything, kill her."

He then released his hold on your chin, shoving your head to the side before standing up and moving away from you. You brush some of your hair out of your face before looking back up when a shadow was cast over you, seeing a pair of fox-like eyes staring down at you.

"Get up," He demanded, finger resting just shy of the gun trigger, and you nodded, slowly raising up on shaky legs. Bohwa grabbed at your wrist, pleading with you not to go, but you just looked down at her with a soft smile.

"It's okay, I'll be right back." You tried to reassure her even though you didn't fully believe it yourself. She reluctantly released her hold on your wrist upon seeing the rifle Wooyoung was inching up.

"I wouldn't make promises you can't keep, doll," The man before you chuckled, and you turned to look at him, biting your tongue to keep yourself from saying something that could get you into trouble.

Then he led you across the lobby and towards a back door, holding it open; he motioned for you to go first. Without a second thought, you walked through the threshold, looking at your surroundings.

"Keep going," The fox-eyed male instructed, and you continued walking down the dimly lit hallway, heart hammering in your chest. The air between the two of you was silent; the only sounds you could hear were the echoes of your footsteps and the dull thrum of the AC.

Getting to the end of the hall, Wooyoung instructed you to turn to your right, and before too long, you saw two other men standing in front of a large safe door. One stood close to the entrance of the room, gun held tightly in his hands, while the other stood in front of a laptop, typing furiously but cursing when it kicked him out again.

"Who's this?" The dark, long-haired man by the door asked, looking you up and down, making your hair stand tall. Wooyoung shoved you further into the room, making you stumble slightly, a gasp falling from your lips.

"She claims she can crack the code," Wooyoung informed his two teammates, and you looked over, meeting the eyes of a redhead. His gaze was cold, sending a shiver racing down your spine and locking your feet in place.

"And you believed her?" The redhead asked, eyes moving from your form to the fox-eyed male that still stood behind you, gun slug over his shoulder now.

"She called the code layers before you said anything." Wooyoung shrugs, moving over to you and grabbing your bicep, dragging you over to the laptop, and redhead you deciphered to be Yeosang.

"Whatever, if it gets us outta here faster, have at it, peaches." Yeosang took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest as Wooyoung shoved you in front of the device. Your eyes flickered over the fox-eyed male who just raised an eyebrow before you looked at the device, codes lining the screen.

You sniffle, wiping your face free of stray tears and clearing your vision before wiping your hands on your jeans. Stepping close to the laptop, you placed your fingers on the keyboard before you read the already existing code, easily finding the odd ones out that you'd guess were the answers. Then your fingers flew across the keyboard, eyes quickly scanning the screen for the answers, and before too long, you got to the last screen. With bated breath, you pressed Enter after entering the code, and the screen went black.

Your hands shook as you let them fall to your sides, and you saw Wooyoung move his rifle to his front. Almost all the air was left in your lungs when he aimed it at you, but then the device lit up, the words 'access granted' appearing in big green letters.

"Did she get it?" The man by the door asked, turning and stepping towards the three of you.

"Fuck yeah, she did," Wooyoung nodded, dropping the firearm and pulling his mask down to reveal a wide, smug smile, and he watched as the vault door clicked before opening slowly. You looked over at him with wide eyes, taking in his appearance, and something about him seemed familiar, but you didn't get a chance to think for too long before Yeosang was moving past you.

"Captain, we're in." He spoke into the walkie-talkie, eyes locked onto the massive vault before him.

You took a hesitant step over to look inside, your eyes going wide at all of the cases that sat inside. The amount of money in there could have you and Bohwa living comfortably for the rest of your lives, not having to worry about another late tuition fee or even food, for that matter. It was a dream that you never thought you could imagine happening, but as Wooyoung glanced over at you, all of it went down the drain. You were only a hostage in this situation; none of this would have ended up in your hands.

"Good. Mingi, Yunho, and Jongho are on their way back there. Grab everything valuable, and we'll meet at the rendezvous spot." The man from the lobby came through the radio, and you wondered if he'd toss you back into the lobby with Bohwa. However, your blood turns to ice as his voice crackles through the speaker again: "And grab the girl, we're taking her with us."

You slowly backed away in fear, heart hammering in your chest and fresh tears pooling in your eyes. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen; you were just going to open the safe so they could get their money and leave. Now, not only did they want the money, but they wanted you as well. A sharp gasp fell from your lips when your back met the wall. You placed your hands flat against the cool cement.

"We gotta move fast, I'm pretty sure those pigs know we got it open." A new voice was heard from the hall, and your eyes snapped over. Through your teary vision, you made out three figures, two of which you recognized from the lobby, but the man standing in front with his mask hanging off his ear must have been one you didn't get a good look at.

"Hey, you," Your heart nearly stopped as the man who had threatened to shoot you stepped closer. His gun was hanging from his side, but you knew he could quickly grab it if needed. "Do you know how to open the drawers?"

Your eyes went wide at his question, and you shook your head, tears dripping from your eyelashes. Just as he was about to reach you, the unmasked man grabbed his arm with a sharp glare.

"Knock it off, Jongho. We're already in the system. Yeosang just has to go in and unlock it." He sneered, pulling the man back, and he quickly shoved him off. The redhead from before walked out of the vault, his bag already full and zipped.

"Y'all are just wasting time, let's go." He rolled his eyes, his mask pulled down below his chin. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in his full appearance, light freckles dusted his cheeks, and the black jewelry that decorated his nose and lip made him look ethereal. Catching your eye, he raised his eyebrow, the low lighting reflecting off another piercing, and you quickly averted your gaze, mentally shunning yourself as your cheeks flushed.

"Mingi, stay out here with her, don't let her run off." The man standing next to Jongho pointed to the other taller man, who hummed.

Your feet stayed frozen in place as every one of the men stepped inside the vault, and the sound of metal clinking and banging filled the air. The man outside the vault stood just a few feet away, eyes trained on the vault but flickering to you and the room entrance every few seconds. All you wanted to do was get to Bohwa and go home, safe. Yet with how things were going now, you weren't sure that was possible.

'Stupid, you should've just kept your mouth shut.' You murmured to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and pushing more tears down your cheeks.

You weren't sure how much time had passed before you heard the man's voice traveling out of the vault, and you felt a hand on your shoulder. A small sob fell from your lips when your eyes snapped open, seeing the very fox-eyed male that pulled you back here. His lips curled into a borderline sinister smile, his lip ring wrapping snugly around his plump lip.

"Let's go, doll, we've got one last thing to do before we leave." He told you, moving his hand to your bicep and tugging you away from the wall. You bit your tongue to keep the sounds of your sobs to a minimum as Wooyoung followed behind the man they called Mingi and the other taller male, his hand still tightly wrapped around your arm.

You kept your gaze downcast, staring at your dirty sneakers as they all led the way back to the lobby. Each of them sported a large duffel bag filled with god who knows what, but probably extremely valuable items along with cash. The sounds of their heavy footsteps echoed in the halls, adding to the pounding that had started in your head.

Before too long, they stopped before the lobby door, fixed their masks, and Mingi opened it, and Wooyoung pulled you through and towards the counter where the leader was standing. The man looked over at you, his eyes crinkling as he smiled and reached out towards you, patting your cheek.

"Well, would you look at that, the little bird does know what she's talking about." He delivered a particularly hard slap, causing you to flinch, breath catching in your throat.

Then he was looking over at all of the hostages, his crazed eyes glancing at each of them. Following his gaze, you found Bohwa already staring at you, her eyes wide in horror as they kept you near them.

"Ah, attention everyone, please." His voice boomed in the large room, echoing off the marble walls, "It is with great sadness that I announce that our time here together has come to an ungratifying ending." He shook his head with faux disappointment, and you felt bile creep up your throat. "We have collected what we came here for, plus a bit more." his eyes shifted over to you, and your body froze. "Good job on staying alive. Well… most of you." Your gaze shifted to the dead security guard that wasn't but three feet from the huddled group of hostages, "You all will be released soon after we've made our way out, but until then, I suggest you stay put."

A collective sigh of relief flooded from the group of hostages, a few smiling at their loved ones. However, Bohwa's eyes were still trained on your form, eyes flickering to where Wooyoung was still holding you with an iron grip. You tried to offer her a reassuring smile, but it did very little in the current situation.

"There's one more thing." The room fell into a hushed silence once more when the man before you spoke. He smiled before turning to look at you, reaching over, grabbing your other bicep, and pulling you from Wooyoung's grip, eliciting a gasp from your lips. "It has come to my attention that we've found a valuable asset among you, and she has seen my men's faces. So she will be coming with us."

Upon hearing this, your knees threatened to buckle underneath you, and you heard a few gasps from the crowd. Then you heard shuffling, lifting your gaze, you saw Bohwa start to stand up, tears streaming down her face, and your heart skipped. The sound of guns cocking echoed off the walls, and you took a half step forward, tears blurring your vision.

"Bohwa, stop!" You yelled at her, trying to pull your arms from the man's grasp, but he just dug his fingers into your skin. Looking over, you saw the tall man from the vault as well as Wooyoung holding up their rifles, and panic started to flood your veins. Without much thought, you grabbed the man's wrist and looked up at him, "I'll go, just let me talk to her, please." You pleaded with the man, and he just raised an eyebrow at you.

Not saying a word, he lifted his hand and motioned your dual-haired friend over, but not a single one of the men lowered their firearms. He didn't let go; if anything, his grip tightened as Bohwa got closer, causing you to flinch in pain.

"Y/n, what's going on?" She asked, stepping up to you with tears streaming down her cheeks, and you just offered her a small smile.

"Bohwa, I'll be okay, just go sit back down and wait for the doors to open," You told her, taking her outstretched hands, and she wrapped her fingers tightly around your trembling hand.

She shook her head, "I-I can't, I'm sorry,"

Before you could even question why she was apologizing, she was moving, wrapping something around your wrist, and the clicking sound echoed in your ears. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the man tried to pull you away, but it was too late, and you looked down, seeing a pair of handcuffs connecting your wrist to hers. Your eyes went wide when the men around you started to move, incoherent shouts bouncing off the walls and gun barrels aimed right at your best friend.

"Just fucking shoot her and take the cuff off." One of the men shouts, and your body moved before you could register, pulling your arm out of the man's with surprising strength and wrapping yourself around Bohwa, misty eyes glaring at all of the robbers around you.

"Don't fucking touch her." You hissed, voice nearly cracking at the end, and your fingers curled into the fabric of Bohwa's t-shirt. "If you hurt her, I will fight like hell, making sure you don't get out of here without the police coming in."

The room went silent, save for the few sobs from the hostages and your raging heartbeat ringing in your ears. Your glare never dissipated as the men stared at you, gauging whether or not you were being serious. However, the leader chuckled as he brought his hands up, clapping, the sound making your stomach turn.

"Bravo, amazing performance, I might say." He nodded his head before motioning for his men to lower their weapons and move towards you. You took a small step back, pulling Bohwa with you as she looked over at the man from where her head was tucked into your chest. "Now tell me, how would you do that?"

Swallowing thickly, you steel yourself, straightening your body, "There's an emergency hatch release on the barricade, which I already entered the code for back at the vault. All I have to do is hit the button." You told him, pointing at the teller desk, and a small keyring fell from your fingers. Upon seeing it, the man's eyes narrowed, and the redhead from the vault stepped forward, curses falling from his lips. "I press the button, and the police will come flooding in here, giving you no time to escape."

"You fucking bi—" The man in front of you inhaled sharply, stopping himself, and nodded his head, "you're lucky we need you, otherwise I'd put a bullet in both you and your friend's heads."

"Boss, what do we do?" The dark-haired male who had been guarding the door, Seonghwa, asked, stepping up to the shorter male.

He gritted his teeth before stepping towards you, holding an expectant hand out, "Give me the key chain, sweetheart." Your eyes flickered down to his hand to the other men who still had their fingers hovering around the trigger. Becoming fed up with your lack of cooperation, he grabs the pistol that was attached to his belt, aiming it right at Bohwa. "Last chance, don't mistake my leniency for kindness."

Your heart lurched into your throat, and you felt Bohwa's grip tighten on your shirt, her tears staining the fabric. There were only two possible outcomes here: he kills Bohwa while she's in your arms and takes the release switch during the chaos, still taking you with them, or you just give it to him, and both you and Bohwa go with them, hopefully unscathed.

With trembling fingers, you take a small step forward, placing the keyring in the man's outstretched hand, and he nods. Bringing the keyring closer to him, he inspects it before tossing it to Yeosang, who catches it with ease. Then his eyes were back on you, fury burning in his brown orbs.

"Go," He demanded, motioning towards the teller's desk where Wooyoung and Jongho were standing. Not daring to defy him while he pointed a gun at you, both of you moved towards the men, pulling Bohwa along with you. She slipped her hand that was attached to yours into your palm, intertwining her fingers with yours.

"Perfect. We'll be on our way now; the doors have been programmed to open after thirty minutes. It's been fun, wouldn't you say?" He asked, tone condescending, causing the hostages to cower in fear, but none said a single word.

He then turned to his men, a scowl covering his features, and moved towards the back door, instructing Wooyoung and Seonghwa to grab you and Bohwa. They led both of you back down the hallway where the vault was, everyone else filing in behind. Bohwa squeezed your hand tightly, and you glanced at her, guilt clawing itself into your mind. Had you just stayed put, neither of you would be in the predicament you're in right now.

A sudden rush of annoyance flooded your veins when the leader stopped in front of a plain brick wall. "What exactly is the plan here? Are you really stupid enough to try to blow a hole in the wall?" The words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them, and in seconds, your head was thrown to the side, pain blooming across your cheek.

"Keep that mouth of yours shut," The man growled, tugging his mask down, revealing a pair of snake bite piercings and a sneer, "next time it won't be just a harmless slap."

Tears stung in your eyes as you turned your head to look at him, Bohwa reaching for your face with panic-stricken eyes. You held the man's furious gaze for a moment before Bohwa touched your lip, causing you to hiss, flinching away from her touch.

"You're bleeding," She stated, eyes glued to where ruby red blood seeped from your busted lip.

"I-I'm fine." You choked out, tongue judging out to press against the open wound, the metallic taste of blood overwhelming your taste buds.

"Yeosang," the leader called out to the redhead who walked up to the wall, and you watched him press against a tile, causing it to pop open, revealing a keypad.

Rolling his sleeves up, you caught a glimpse of ink on his left arm, but you didn't stare too long before he was typing in a code. You held your breath as you heard gears start to whirl, and the wall cracked open, and inside was an elevator. Suddenly, you realized why they chose this bank of all the ones in the city. Because they had a good way out that probably no one but the designers knew about.

"We'll go down in two groups, just to make sure the police aren't on our tail." The leader instructed before his eyes landed on you once again, "Wooyoung, Seonghwa, Mingi, and San, you'll go down with these two. Don't let them out of your sight."

"Aye aye," Wooyoung nodded at the man with a smirk as he and Seonghwa tugged the two of you towards the elevator, your heart hammering in your chest the closer you got. Once those doors closed, you would really be trapped with no way to get you and Bohwa out.

Bohwa grabbed your hand and held you close to her body as you stood against the back wall. San and Mingi filled in behind the four of you, and San pushed the button that Yeosang told him to. The ringing in your ears was almost deafening as you watched the doors slowly close, your breathing accelerating as the machine started to move. Noticing your panic, Bohwa squeezed your hand, prompting you to look over at her, more tears brimming along your waterline.

"Please don't start crying," Seonghwa grumbled as he looked over at your pathetic form, bottom lip pulled between your teeth, and Bohwa looked over at him with a glare.

"I get y'all think you're this all-powerful being, but have some compassion, she doesn't do well in enclosed spaces." She told the dark-haired male, who just rolled his eyes, but she ignored him as she looked over at you.

Your hands shook like crazy at your sides, and your heart felt as if it were trying to burst out of your chest. There was movement at your side, but you didn't even notice it until there was something placed on your head, the person forcing your gaze down to the ground.

"Just focus on something else," Wooyoung's voice was smooth as his hand fell away from the bill of his hat, and without meaning to, you caught the sleeve of his jacket, the silver of his rings catching your attention.

Bohwa's hand wrapped around your wrist, but your attention was zeroed in on the assortment of rings that decorated the man's hand. Wooyoung didn't say a word, nor did he move, as your smaller hand held his wrist, fingers pressed right against his pulse point.

Feeling his steady heartbeat under your fingertips either eased your own or tricked it into calming down. Either way, you felt your heart start to slow, the ringing in your ears slowly dying down, and all you could hear was the turning of the gears. Then it came to a stop, the metal box jerking slowly before the doors opened.

Pulling his wrist from your hand, Wooyoung grabbed your bicep and led you and Bohwa out of the elevator. Once out, you finally lifted your head and watched as the doors closed, returning to the surface level. Mingi slung his rifle over his shoulder and took off his ball cap, running his fingers through his long hair, the color almost silver in the dim light. San only took his mask off, fixing the hat so he could see, while Seonghwa ripped the cap off before shaking his head.

"Should we put them in the SUV?" San asked, pointing to you and Bohwa, who was checking you over to make sure you were okay.

"Are you gonna sit in there with them?" Mingi asked, balling the cap in his hand and raising an eyebrow at the feline-eyed male who just rolled his eyes.

The two then started bickering, catching your attention, and you looked at them from under the bill of the cap, wondering if they were always at each other's throats. Growing annoyed with their bickering, Seonghwa walked over to Mingi and snatched the car keys from his hand, earning a glare from the taller male.

"Knock it the fuck off, or would you like for Hongjoong to leave your asses here for the cops?" He asked, glaring back at the silver-haired male before giving San a similar look, then turning towards Wooyoung, "Sit with them in the SUV; the others should be here shortly."

Wooyoung hummed before gently tugging on your arm and guiding you and Bohwa towards a sleek black SUV hidden in the shadows. He opened the door and instructed the two of you to get in the far back after turning on the cabin lights. Bohwa tugged on your wrist, a look of unease on her face and you just shook your head, you couldn't escape not when you had no idea where this place even was.

Climbing into the car, you let Bohwa sit next to the window before sitting next to her, your body pressed against hers, and she grabbed your hand for comfort. Wooyoung got in next, sitting in one of the middle seats and shutting the door, turning the cabin light off, leaving the three of you in darkness.

Your eyes then glanced down to the pair of handcuffs that attached you to your dual-haired best friend. Reaching down with your free hand, you grabbed the chain, tugging on it slightly and catching Bohwa's attention.

"This was really stupid, I hope you know that." You told her bluntly, gaze flickering up to meet hers from under the cap that you were still wearing. Her eyes narrowed into slits, glaring at you, wondering where you even got the audacity.

"Says the one who offered to hack into the bank system, you'll be lucky not to get arrested if the cops find us." She hissed and your heart lurched, she was right, you had become an aid to these people the moment you offered to open the vault. All words died on your tongue as you looked at her, but Bohwa just sighed, "I'm sorry, I know you were just hoping they'd leave after getting what they wanted. I also wasn't thinking, I just didn't want you to be forced to go or go alone."

You let out a sigh, slipping your hand into hers again, squeezing it. Wooyoung turned in his seat, looking back at the two of you.

"Your friend is right, that was a pretty ballsy move." He stated, looking at Bohwa before his eyes flickered over to you. His gaze lingered for a moment before he let it fall to the locked cuffs, "Did you even grab the keys?" He asked, and Bohwa's lips curled inward as you looked over at her, curious, and a deep sigh left Wooyoung's lips when she shook her head. "Of course not."

He reached up, turned the cabin lights back on, and shrugged his leather jacket off, revealing his ink-covered arms. You couldn't help but stare at the designs, most too hard to make out in the dim lighting, but the ones you could see seemed to tell a story you may never hear. Noticing your gaze, the dark-haired male smirked, sending you a wink that caused your face to burn.

"If you want a closer look, all you gotta do is ask, doll," He teased, grabbing something from the center compartment before squeezing between the middle seats to crouch in front of you. Put the objects he grabbed in one hand he grabbed your joined wrists with the other. "Hold still," He instructed, scooting forward, and your heart leaped into your throat when he rested his arm over the top of your thighs, eyes focused on the piece of metal.

Not a word was spoken as he worked on picking the lock on your side of the cuff, his jaw clenched tightly. Your eyes watched him work, a piece of dark hair fell from behind his ear, and you had the sudden urge to brush it back. Bohwa watched you with furrowed eyebrows, and as her eyes burned into your skin, you looked over at her, eyes wide in realization you'd been caught.

Her gaze said all that was needed to be said, her eyes asking if you were insane, and you swallowed thickly. You knew you shouldn't be looking at the man in front of you like that, he had been a part of a heist and kidnapped you for god sake. Yet as you felt the weight of his arm on your thighs, you could only feel a strange sense of safety, or maybe you were just going crazy.

Averting your gaze back down to his arm, you could make out what looked like a tree branch of sorts on his bicep that trailed down to his upper forearm. The branches almost looked like water flowing down a waterfall, then you saw the pinkish-red splotches. Upon looking more closely, you realized they were cherry blossom petals.

"There," Wooyoung's voice startled you out of your daze, and you looked at your now free wrist, the skin red from how tightly Bohwa had latched it. He then grabbed the now open cuff, using it to tug Bohwa's wrist further into your lap, causing her to hiss in pain. She glared at him as you pulled your wrist to your chest, rubbing the sore skin with your other hand.

When he was done, he pulled the cuffs away and pushed away from your lap, sitting back in his seat. He glanced over at you with a teasing smirk, seeing the red that dusted your cheekbones, but didn't say a word. Then the door was being pulled open, Yeosang stood there with a sneer etched onto his features as he pulled the mask off his face.

"Backseats all yours." Wooyoung teased the redhead, who only glared at him before climbing into the car, taking the empty seat next to you. Your breath caught in your throat when his thigh pressed against yours.

You met Bohwa's gaze silently as the men opened the trunk and started placing things inside. Neither of you dared to turn to look, fully aware that they still had guns on them. Then the trunk slammed shut, and more people climbed into the car. Mingi took the empty seat next to Wooyoung while San and Yunho sat in the front, the latter in the driver's seat.

"What's the plan, Yunho?" San asked, latching his seatbelt as he looked at the older male who was looking out the windshield to find the other car the rest of the team was in.

"We do as we discuss, lose the masks and hats. Keep things civil if we get stopped, then get back to base." He told the younger male, sparing him a glance before starting the vehicle, the engine easily roaring to life, and your heart started hammering. All of the guys who were still wearing the masks or hats took them off, handing them to Mingi to shove into the space under the driver's seat, making sure they weren't visible.

In your spot, you could see clearly out the front windshield, and you watched as a small sedan-type car drove past the front of the SUV. You were sure that Yunho would pull out and follow the others, but instead, he pulled forward and turned in the opposite direction.

"When we make it out of the main city, those two need to be blindfolded," Yunho spoke again, driving down a dark tunnel, and the redhead next to you nodded, eyes flickering over to you.

You weren't sure how long the car had been driving, the darkness making it hard to keep track of time. Bohwa's grip on your hand tightened, her leg bouncing under your joint hands, and you squeezed her hand back, hoping to ease her nerves a bit, but to no avail. Then, when the car finally came out from underground, you had to bring your hand up to block the bright garage lights.

Glancing out the window, you noticed that it was just a normal parking garage, cars lining the walls. You wondered if this was a public parking garage because almost all of the cars you saw were luxury vehicles. However, you weren't given the chance to dwell on it when Yunho pulled up to the exit, and your heart stopped when you noticed two uniformed police standing by the exit. Bohwa tugged on your hand discreetly, thinking that this might be your chance to get out, but that thought quickly died when you felt something hard press against your side, and warm air washed over your ear.

"Don't even think about it," Yeosang growled, causing a chill to run down your spine, and you quickly nodded, not daring to say a word.

You tugged on Bohwa's hand, gaining her attention, and she looked at you with hopeful eyes, but that hope faded away when she saw the terror in your eyes and the glare the redhead was giving from your other side.

Pulling up to the exit, Yunho rolled down his window with a small smile, "Good evening, officer."

"Hello fellas, what are y'all doing out so late in the evening?" The police officer asked, bending down enough to look inside the vehicle. San gave him a dimpled smile with a simple nod.

"Just taking these guys back home, we were hanging out up in my place," Yunho told him, the words rolling off his tongue like silk. No one would dare question whether or not he was lying.

"Ah, well, you'd best get on that. Police are gonna be everywhere for a while after the robbery." The officer explained, and Yunho nodded while Wooyoung gasped, almost too dramatically but in a way that didn't make him suspicious.

"There was a robbery?" He asked, causing the officer to look to the backseat, where the long-haired male was staring at him in disbelief. You watched with bated breath, the weight of the pistol against your side heavy.

"Yeah, over at the bank just around the block here." The older man nodded before fixing his gaze back on Yunho, who offered him another smile, "Well, you folks better get a move on, have a good night."

"You as well, sir," Yunho nodded his head before driving out of the garage, rolling the window up. As soon as the window was all the way up, the smile dropped from Yunho's face, replaced by a look of disgust. "Stupid pigs," he grunted, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror and catching your gaze, but you were quick to avert your eyes.

Yeosang didn't remove the firearm from your side until Yunho drove out of city limits and told him to blindfold you and Bohwa. He holstered the gun before grabbing the fabric Wooyoung was holding out to him, giving you a pointed look.

"Turn around," He commanded, and your stomach churned at his low tone, bile creeping up your throat once more at the thought of not being able to see where you were going. However, you didn't utter a word as you turned your body so you were facing Bohwa, who was watching you with wide eyes.

Your breath caught in your throat when the dark fabric was brought over your eyes, stealing your sight away. His fingers brushed the tips of your ears, the sensation causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. Swallowing thickly, you squeezed Bohwa's hand when you felt the fabric tighten around your head, then he was moving away from you.

All you saw was black; barely any light came through the fabric, making all your other senses enhance. You heard Yeosang shuffle behind you—felt him move. A sharp gasp fell from your lips when his hands found your hips, moving your body over to his spot and separating you and Bohwa. You started to stand and protest, but his hand landed on your thighs, just shy of your core, and pushed you back down.

"Stay put," Yeosang demanded, adding pressure to your legs when you tried to move, but you went completely still, feeling his lip brush against your ear again, "unless you wanna drive back with a dead best friend, then I suggest you keep your ass still." He threatened, and the weight of his words knocked the air right out of your lungs.

"Leave her alone, asshole," Bohwa cried out, worried that the redhead would hurt you, and Yeosang glared at her.

"Wooyoung, do we have any more of those zip ties?" Yeosang asked, not taking his hand off your body until he grabbed the black zip ties the younger male was holding out. Yeosang grabbed your wrists in his hands, quickly tying them together before finally moving away and turning towards the dual-haired girl on his other side.

"Need a gag too?" Wooyoung asked, a teasing smirk spreading across his face as he watched Yeosang snatch Bohwa's wrists, tying them tightly and causing her to yelp. The redhead didn't say a word as he took the other piece of fabric from Wooyoung and forced it over Bohwa's lips, muffling her protests.

"I'm two seconds away from bashing your head into the window," Yeosang growled, and your heart dropped, fingers curling into fists.

"Bohwa, stop please." You begged her, worried that they would actually hurt her.

"You heard your friend Bohwa." Wooyoung's tone was all mockery, and Bohwa stopped moving when Yeosang's fingers tangled in her hair, jerking her head back. With a sneer, Yeosang tied the fabric around her eyes, not caring that he caught some of her hair in the knot.

"God damn," Yeosang groaned, grabbing the seatbelt roughly and snapping it in place over Bohwa's body, making sure the mechanism locked. Then he sat down in the middle seat, a scowl on his face from having to deal with you two.

You brought your knees up to your chest, hooking your bound arms over them and burying your face in your thighs. Noticing your movement, Yeosang glances over at you, his gaze softening just a little bit. He felt bad for you, that such a pretty girl like you got caught up in their mess, but then again, it was your fault for trying to be brave.

Your head spun as the car drove down the roads, so many thoughts spiraled, and you wondered if your roommate was worried. If anyone you knew was worried about where you went. But you already knew the answer to that, your parents couldn't care less, too worried about your brother to care, and the only friend that would care was stuck in this car with you.

Slowly, you started to feel yourself slipping into the blackness of slumber, the adrenaline finally wearing off, leaving behind exhaustion. Your breathing began to slow, and your muscles relaxed, causing your body to slip to the side as Yunho turned.

Yeosang's body went stiff as your body fell over onto his, his eyes flickering over to you, ready to tell you off. However, when he caught sight of your parted lips and lax body, he knew instantly that you were asleep. His posture relaxed, and, against his better judgment, he leaned back so your head rested against his chest.

The scent of sweet vanilla mixed with cherries flowed into Yeosang's nose, nearly intoxicating the male. He glanced down at you, brushing some of your hair out of your face before bringing a few strands to his nose, inhaling deeply.

Wooyoung glanced back just as Yeosang dropped your hair, raising an eyebrow at the redhead, a slight hint of annoyance gleaming in his eyes. Yeosang, however, just gave him a deadpan stare, pressing the pads of his fingers against your neck, right against your pulse point, causing your body to shiver. The two men held eye contact for a moment, tension forming between them even if neither said a word.

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"Finally, we're fucking home," Mingi exclaimed, pulling you from your slumber, and your body jerked, panic flooding your chest when you couldn't see anything but black.

'Shit, shit, shit, did I fall asleep? Where's Bohwa?' You asked yourself frantically, reaching out to find your dual-haired friend. However, heat rushed up your neck when you touch someone's thigh, a low groan flowing into your ears.

Yeosang grabbed your wandering hands, tugging your body closer to his until his nose bumped into yours, and you gasped. Your heart started to hammer in your chest as you felt his warm breath fan over your parted lips.

"I'd watch where you put your hands, peaches, or you'll get yourself in trouble." He warned you, and you swallowed thickly, nodding your head. "Good girl,"

Your breath hitched in your throat at the praise, heat turning your cheeks a deep shade of red. Then the cloth covering your eyes was pulled away, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden light that came from the cabin light. Blinking a few times, you looked around the SUV, seeing that Mingi and Wooyoung had already gotten out, leaving the doors open. However, you saw Wooyoung standing just on the other side of the door, talking to Seonghwa.

"Let's go," Yeosang stood from his spot, tugging you up out of yours as well, and that's when you noticed that Bohwa was still sitting in her seat, her head lying back. Panic started to flood your system thinking they had done something to her, but when you noticed that she was moving a small sigh of relief fell from your lips.

The redhead guided you out of the car, his hand lingering just a moment too long on your lower back. Deciding that it was best to ignore it, you just stepped out of the vehicle, your legs nearly giving out on you due to not moving for so long. A small gasp fell from your lips when you stumbled but before you could fall a pair of strong hands wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

"Watch your step there, doll," Wooyoung chuckled, helping you stand straight, and the smell of his cologne invaded your senses. You grabbed his forearm as you looked up at him before looking over and the house before you had your eyes widening.

"W-Who…?" Your voice trailed off as you took in the huge house that sat before you. The white brick was covered in flowered vines. There had to be at least two stories, maybe even a basement. Yet the only thought in your head was why would they rob a bank when they owned this.

Seeing your look of astonishment, Wooyoung chuckled, pulling away from you to grab your bicep, "Don't let this perceive us, it belongs to boss man, we just stay here." He told you, motioning to the ginger-haired male who was grabbing a duffel bag from the trunk of the sedan.

Your eyebrows scrunched together, wondering why he would lead a ring of criminals to rob places when he already seemed to have the money. Feeling your gaze on him, the man looked over, catching your eye with a smirk.

"Just get out of the fucking vehicle, woman," Yeosang grunted as he pushed Bohwa towards the door, nearly making her fall out of the open door.

"Y/n!" She exclaimed upon seeing you standing there and quickly got out of the car, grabbing your arm, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," You reassured her with a small, weary smile, and she squeezed your arm. Then her gaze was on the house, her jaw falling slack in astonishment.

"If you're done gawking, ladies, let's go." Wooyoung tugged on your arm when Hongjoong motioned him forward, and you stumbled slightly trying to walk. Bohwa was right behind you, her arm caught by Seonghwa's once more.

Stepping onto the porch, the two men stopped right in front of Hongjoong, who had just opened the door. He turned and looked at both you and Bohwa, an unreadable expression on his face, but you knew that he wasn't too pleased.

"Take her to the cellar," Hongjoong looked over at Seonghwa, pointing a lazy finger at Bohwa, and your stomach turned, a lump forming in your throat. Was he going to separate you again? Then just as you finished your thought, he spoke again, "and lock her up in the storage closet upstairs."

Your heart started to ring in your ears, and your palms felt sweaty. Bohwa tried to protest, but Seonghwa was far too strong, and he pulled her into the house. Tears brimmed in your eyes once more as you called after the dual-haired girl, thrashing in Wooyoung's grip. Seeing your panicked face, Hongjoong smirked sinisterly, reaching out and grabbing your chin, forcing your eyes onto his.

"Welcome to your new home, little bird." He spoke with a grin, voice dark as he patted your cheek before motioning to Wooyoung to take you inside.

"No! Let me go! Bohwa!" You screamed, hoping that by some miracle a neighbor would hear the commotion and come searching. Tears blurred your vision as Wooyoung all but dragged you upstairs.

"You're making this harder than it has to be, y/n," Wooyoung growled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, opting to carry you up the stairs since you kept digging your heels into the ground.

"Let. Me. Go." You grunted, thrashing around in his hold, but to no avail as the long-haired male carried you up the stairs with ease.

"No can do, babydoll." His eyes flickered down to your squirming form, a gleam of amusement flashing in his fox-like eyes.

Once he was upstairs, Wooyoung carried you to the storage closet, ignoring your pleas and cries. It wasn't until he opened the door that he set you back on your feet, but his hold on your waist was still firm, keeping you from running off. Looking inside the small room, you felt your heart start racing, your breathing become erratic, and you shook your head frantically.

"N-No, I'm sorry, please." You cried, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks at the thought of being locked in a small closet, childhood memories flickering in your mind.

"If you're a good girl, you'll be able to come out," Wooyoung cooed in your ear, his fingers tightening on your waist as you tried to turn. You nearly screamed when he shoved you inside, making you fall to your knees.

"No. Wooyoung, please. I can't." You cried, pushing yourself up to sit on your knees, crawling towards him. However, he just looked down at you with a smirk, and you started to wonder if he was the same person from the elevator.

"I'll be back soon, sweetheart," He told you, his tone condescending as he slammed the closet door shut in your face.

"NO!" You screamed when the tiny room became shrouded in darkness, sobs racking your body as you brought your bound hands up to bang on the sturdy wood. A flurry of pleas and cries fell from your lips as you wiggled the locked doorknob, praying that it would open.

You weren't sure how long you were screaming before your throat went raw and tears stained your cheeks once more. Blood caked your nails from you tearing them while clawing at the wooden door. However, the pain was the last thing on your mind as you slumped against the door in defeat, quiet, broken sobs leaving your parted lips.

"P-Please." You begged one last time before you started to feel your brain shut down, the terror encasing every inch. You tried to fight against the void that was trying to pull you under, but it was futile; your body was too weak, and it swallowed you whole.

The upstairs hallway finally fell quiet as a soft thud was heard from inside the small storage closet. Your worn-out body was lying motionless on the floor, and a few stray teardrops dripped from the tip of your nose onto the hardwood below you.

And even in your slumber, you were attacked with that same fear you felt when you were awake. You were trapped with no sight of ever getting out.

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