Jeonghan felt the first blow land square in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He doubled over in pain, gasping for breath, and more blows quickly followed. The men were mercilessly beating him, their faces cold and emotionless.

Jeonghan tried to fight back, but each time he lashed out, another blow would send him reeling. He stumbled to his knees, his body battered and bruised, but he refused to give in. He couldn't go down without a fight, not when Haneul was counting on him.

He forced himself up, gritting his teeth against the pain, and threw another punch. It connected with one of the men's jaws, but they simply laughed and retaliated with a swift kick to his ribs.

Jeonghan grunted in pain, feeling the crack of his ribs as the blow landed. His vision was starting to blur, but he kept fighting, adrenaline and anger fueling him to keep going.

He managed to land a couple more flailing punches, but it was clear that he was no match for the men surrounding him. They easily dodged his wild swings, before landing more powerful blows that sent him sprawling to the ground.

Jeonghan hit the ground hard, his body wracked with pain. He lay there, dazed and disoriented, his mind reeling from the brutal beating he had just endured.

He could hardly move, his body screaming at him to just give up and rest. But Jeonghan's determination refused to let him give in. Haneul's face flashed through his mind, and he struggled to push himself up off the ground.

He got back on his knees, his head spinning and his body protesting every movement. But he refused to give up. He had to get to Haneul, no matter the cost.

Jeonghan's legs buckled under his weight, and he collapsed back to the ground with a thud. His body was weak and battered, and he could feel every bruise and cut that littered his skin.

Jeonghan's head was swimming, the pain and exhaustion making it difficult to focus. His thoughts were hazy and muddled, and it was a struggle to keep his eyes open. The world around him seemed to spin, and he felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness.

He tried to push himself up again, but his limbs refused to cooperate. Everything hurt, and he couldn't seem to find the strength to move. He lay there on the ground, barely aware of what was happening around him.

The voices of the men surrounding him were distant and echoing in his ears, as if they were far away. Jeonghan fought to stay conscious, but it was becoming harder and harder with each passing moment.

Black spots danced in his vision, and he felt himself slipping further and further into unconsciousness. The pain and exhaustion were too much, and his body was giving out on him.

The sound of gunshots nearby snapped Jeonghan back to reality temporarily. His mind latched onto the sound, and he tried to focus his eyes in the direction it had come from.

Seungcheol stood at the edge of the shadows, watching and waiting for the right turn as the men surrounding Jeonghan mercilessly beating him. His heart was racing, and his fists clenched with anger. He couldn't stand by and watch any longer.

Seungcheol gestured to his members, signaling that it was time to act. They leaped into action, their guns raised and ready. The sound of bullets flying filled the air as they shot at the men surrounding Jeonghan.

The men scattered, ducking and running for cover as they were caught off guard. Seungcheol's members advanced, quickly and efficiently dealing with the threat. They were trained for situations like this, and they moved as a cohesive unit.

Within moments, the men were either killed or incapacitated, and Jeonghan was left lying on the ground alone. Seungcheol rushed over to him, dropping to his knees by his side.

Jeonghan's eyelids fluttered open, revealing dazed and unfocused eyes. He seemed to be struggling to figure out what was happening, his mind still hazy from the beating he had endured.

"It's okay," Seungcheol reassured him, his voice gentle but firm. "Just hang in there. We're going to get you out of here."

"Ha...Haneul..." Jeonghan's mouth trembled, forming the name of his son. Seungcheol could see the desperation in his eyes, the worry for Haneul etched onto his beaten face.

"We'll find him," Seungcheol said firmly. "But first, we have to get you to a safe place. You're hurt, and you need medical attention."

Jeonghan protested weakly, trying to push himself up off the ground. "No," he rasped out, his voice hoarse and strained. "No, Haneul... I need to find Haneul."

Seungcheol gently but firmly held him down, keeping him from moving. "I know you do," he said. "But you're in no condition to go anywhere right now. You need to rest and recover. Do you know the address?"

Jeonghan's mind was still fuzzy, but he forced himself to focus and provide the information. He managed to give Seungcheol the address, fighting through the pain and exhaustion to speak.

Seungcheol listened intently, committing the address to memory. He knew that time was more important, and they couldn't afford to waste any more of it.

"We'll get Haneul," Seungcheol said again, his voice filled with a determination that came from years of experience handling dangerous situations like this. "But first, we need to get you to safety. Can you walk, or do I need to carry you?"

Jeonghan wanted to say that he could walk, that he didn't need anyone's help. But he could barely even lift his head off the ground, let alone stand. He swallowed his pride and nodded weakly, admitting that he needed help.

Seungcheol gently lifted Jeonghan into his arms, supporting most of his weight as he stood up. Jeonghan winced in pain, his body protesting every movement, but he didn't try to pull away.

Seungcheol signaled to his members with a nod of his head, and they quickly fell in behind him as he carried Jeonghan away. They moved quickly and efficiently, keeping an eye out for any potential threats.

Seungcheol turned to Joshua, one of his most trusted members, and gave him a nod. Joshua immediately understood the signal and moved to support Jeonghan, taking over some of the weight from Seungcheol's arms.

"Take him back to the headquarters," Seungcheol instructed, his voice firm and authoritative. "Get him medical attention as soon as possible."

"Yes, boss." Joshua nodded and carefully took Jeonghan from Seungcheol's arms. Jeonghan looked dazed and disoriented, his body limp in Joshua's grip.

Suddenly Seungcheol paused at Jeonghan's unexpected grip on his hand. He could see the desperation and worry in Jeonghan's eyes, and he knew that Jeonghan was begging him to bring Haneul back safely.

He gave Jeonghan's hand a small squeeze, offering what comfort he could in that moment. "I will," he said firmly. "You have my word. We'll get Haneul back safe and sound."

Jeonghan's grip loosened a little, his body sagging with exhaustion. Seungcheol gently disengaged his hand, a silent promise to do everything he could to reunite Jeonghan with his son.

Despite only knowing Seungcheol for a short time, Jeonghan felt a strange sense of trust towards him. Maybe it was the reassurance in his voice, or the way he carried himself with an air of authority.

Whatever the reason, Jeonghan found himself believing him, and the thought gave him some comfort in his current situation.

He nodded weakly, his eyelids drooping as the adrenaline finally began to wear off. He was so tired, so tired of fighting and struggling. He knew he needed to keep his wits about him, but it was becoming harder and harder to fight off the darkness that threatened to overtake him.

Seungcheol watched as Jeonghan's eyelids fluttered closed, his breathing becoming slow and steady as he lapsed into unconsciousness. He knew that Jeonghan was in a bad state, both physically and mentally, and he hoped that the medical attention he would receive at the headquarters would be enough to stabilize him.

With a deep sigh, Seungcheol turned away from Jeonghan's unconscious form and back to his members. They were all watching him intently, waiting for his next orders.

Seungcheol again watched as Joshua carried Jeonghan away, trusting him to take care of him and get him the medical attention he needed. He then turned back to his remaining members, their expressions serious and focused as they waited for his orders.

"We need to move fast," he said, his voice authoritative but calm. "We don't know what we're walking into at that address, but we need to be prepared for anything. Grab your guns and let's go."

The members nodded in unison, grabbing their guns and preparing themselves for the mission ahead. Seungcheol led the way, striding out into the night with a sense of purpose and determination.

After a quick 10-minute drive, they arrived at the address Jeonghan had given them. The building loomed in front of them, dark and imposing against the night sky.

Seungcheol and his members quickly got out of the car, their guns at the ready. They surveyed the surrounding area, looking for any signs of movement or danger.

"Stay sharp," Seungcheol said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He motioned for his members to follow him as he cautiously approached the building. They moved silently, their footsteps making no sound on the gravel driveway.

As they got closer, they noticed that there were no lights on inside the building. The windows were dark and empty, and there seemed to be no signs of life anywhere.

Seungcheol raised a hand, signaling for his members to stop. He gestured for them to spread out, covering all possible entrances and exits of the building.

They moved quickly and efficiently, each of them taking up a strategic position around the building. Seungcheol took a moment to survey their surroundings, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.

He nodded to his members, signaling that they were in position and ready to move forward. With a silent countdown, Seungcheol moved towards the front door of the building, his members following closely behind him.

He reached out to gently push open the front door, which swung open with a quiet creak. Darkness and silence greeted them from within.

Seungcheol stepped forward, his gun raised and ready. His eyes scanned the darkness, looking for any signs of movement or danger. His members moved silently behind him, covering his back and keeping their own weapons ready.

They made their way through a maze of hallways and rooms, each one as empty and silent as the last. Seungcheol was starting to feel worried that they had been given the wrong address, when suddenly he heard a small noise.

He tensed, his senses on high alert. The sound had come from somewhere nearby, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where. He gestured for his members to stay back, signaling for them to cover him as he moved forward.

He approached a closed door, the source of the noise. He listened closely, hearing a soft sound coming from inside. It was a small, whimpering sound, like that of a child who was scared or in pain.

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