jisung opened his eyes, then immediately wished he didn’t. the comforting dimness of the control room was gone, washed out with a brilliant, sterile white that pierced his eyes almost as badly as the metal cuffs digging into his wrists.
“mercy?” oh, that hurt his throat. there was still a lingering bitterness from whatever their assailants had gassed the room with too. jisung took a deep breath and assessed his own position as he waited for his eyes to adjust: he was upright, strapped to something cold and hard, with something a lot sharper digging into the underside of his right ear. when he tried to move his head, it hurt.
he had no choice but to force his eyes open against the light, but what he saw didn’t make him feel much better. he was in some kind of open hospital room with one of its walls removed, revealing a more industrial looking place. there, a large cage sat, wallowing in the dark with a pair of thick wires threading through the bars.
this line of work had desensitized him to a lot of safety-related things, but the glimpse of jaemin’s unconscious form between the bars had his heart leaping to his throat. “mercy!” he whisper-shouted, wincing when it wracked his throat. “mercy. can you hear me?” he gritted his teeth and rattled his bound hands behind him to no avail. the half-ring around his neck kept him from moving his head too much. he could only keep his eyes on jaemin’s slumped form and hope he was okay.