Minho plucked his hair. Actually, he was rather close to tearing them out. His fingers trembled and his heart raced.

He had always believed that if such a situation were to occur, he would manage to deal with it in a concentrated and calm manner. Now he has been taught a better one.

He would have liked to blame Chan for everything. If the older one hadn't allowed Jisung to go home, nothing would have happened to his fiancé and he would sit tired and exhausted in the studio, but would also be safe.

Minho was totally aware that this was nonsense. But everything in him then urged to blame Chan and beat him up.

But since Chan already blamed himself and sat like a pile of misery sunk together on the sofa behind his desk, Minho found it hard to be angry with him.

Changbin sat next to Chan on the sofa and tried his best to cheer him up while tears ran down his cheeks inexorably.

"Come on, let's go to the surveillance center and see the video material of the cameras in front of the building! That's the most sensible thing we can do."

Together they left the studio. Their heads lowered so that they didn't have to talk to anyone, because they all had red eyes and the fear was written on their faces.

Arriving at the security headquarters, Minho showed the security employee on duty his ID, whereupon he immediately got up and let Minho take the seat.

Chan and Changbin stood behind him with worried glances. While Minho was specifically looking for the period in which Jisung had left the building, Changbin put his arm around Chan's shoulder and pulled him to himself.

"We'll find him...! Minho will find him," he whispered again and again, as if he were trying not only to convince Chan, but also himself of his words.

A few moments later, they saw on the screen how Jisung left the building and got into a car.

A car from the company from which they were chauffeured daily and everywhere.

Cursing, Minho took his phone out of his pocket and called Jimin.

"For me, you have to track the car with the following license plate via the traffic cameras! Get in touch if you know where the car went."

Why didn't anyone notice that the car had disappeared?

Fuming, Minho looked for the company's number and called it.

What came out during the phone call was less pleasant. According to the administration, the car was still in the label's underground car park.

Minho suppressed the urge to curse, thanked and pointed out to the lady on the phone that the system had been hacked.

He would have liked to have thrown his phone against the wall. Fear crawled up in him and spread throughout his body.

They sat there in silence. Minho seemed to be frozen and Chan began to really worry about the younger one.

Minho's gaze didn't bode well.

That's why he almost breathed a sigh of relief when Minho's phone tore him out of his rigidity.

"What did you find out? ..... Yes, send me the coordinates on my phone, I'll go there immediately!"

After he hung up, he jumped up and ran off. He noticed just before he stood in front of his car that Chan and Changbin had followed him.

"What did you think? You certainly won't come with me!"

But neither of them was stopped by it. Chan sat in the passenger seat faster than Minho could react and almost at the same moment Changbin slammed the back door behind him.

Sighing, he walked around the car and dropped into the driver's seat.

"Well, come with me. But you stay in the car. I can't concentrate if you're in danger."

When they finally arrived where Jimin had sent them, they stood in front of a parking garage.

Cursing, Minho parked in a side street and ran to the parking garage.

He carefully searched one by one level, always careful to stay in cover as much as possible.

When he discovered the car close, he ran towards the car with a gun held up, but he found exactly what he expected.

The car was empty.

Minho had to take a deep breath several times before he could put his gun away and put on his gloves.

After briefly looking around the car, he unlocked the trunk lid and ran around the car to the back.

Since he had already seen a lot in his job, what he found could not really frighten him, but he was very grateful that Chan and Changbin were not with him.

The chauffeur was in the trunk. A laceration on the head and almost completely tied up.

Minho stretched out his hand.

The man's pulse was disturbingly weak, but he was still alive.

"Jimin, we need an ambulance and tracing here. Jisung has definitely been kidnapped. The chauffeur is in the trunk and the car is empty."

After that, everything went very quickly. And in retrospect, even Minho no longer knew how he had managed to escape an interrogation by his superior, but he was finally sitting in the car again.

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