Jisung woke up with a terrible headache. And although he had opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything around him.

A few panicked seconds later, he noticed that his eyes were blindfolded and he was tied up.

He tried to feel with his hands what he was lying on. It seemed to be a mattress.

Panic gripped him when the memory came up again. He had wanted to go home after work. And then there was this strangely new driver. After that, he could only remember shreds that didn't really make sense.

Minho had talked to him so many times what to do if such case should occur, but his head was swept empty.

The thought of his fiancé brought tears into his eyes. He missed him so much. And was insanely afraid never to see him again.

Thoughts shot through his head and the panic seemed to overwhelm him. Everything around him turned and he panicked to get more air, which seemed impossible due to the gag in his mouth.

And again he turned black in front of his eyes.

Sometime later he woke up again, but he couldn't say if minutes or hours had passed.

This time he tried to breathe calmly and not to be overwhelmed by the panic again. He tried to remember what Minho had preached to do at such moments.

His hands were tied to the sides of a metal bed frame. So tight that he could move his hands a little and even feel the knot, but he wouldn't be able to open it.

Next, he took a deep breath and tried to memorize the smell. It smelled damp and somehow stale. As if he were locked up in an old, poorly ventilated building.

For a moment, he suddenly tried to move his head back and forth to loosen the blindfold, but quickly stopped it again.

On the one hand, it was really stuck and on the other hand, his kidnappers had blindfolded him, which could only mean that they wanted to keep him alive.

However, he could not imagine any real reason why they had kidnapped him.

He was an idol, but they were still relatively at the beginning of their career. He himself didn't really own a significant amount of money and his mother was a single parent since he was 12 years old.

But before he could continue to hang on to his thoughts, he heard steps getting closer. He tried to memorize how the steps sounded and assess whether it was a man or a woman.

With a loud bang, the door flew against the wall of the room in which he was locked up.

And although he had tried to stay calm and memorize everything as well as possible, his heart raced wildly and the world turned again.

"You fucking idiots! That's the wrong one. What can you actually do? Does he look like he has blonde hair?!"

The door was slammed again, the steps moved away and it became quiet around him again.

Which didn't really help, because he was once again gripped by terrible panic.

What would that mean that he was the wrong one? And what would they do to him if they couldn't use him for their purposes.

He was about to be overwhelmed by his panic again when he thought of what the man had said.

Does he look like he has blonde hair?

If he wasn't supposed to be the target of kidnapping, then maybe Chan. He had blonde hair again at the moment and his family was rich. Like really rich. With him, it would probably be worth kidnaping him. And his parents wouldn't hesitate for a second to pay ransom for him.

He felt as if he had to throw up right away, but at the same time knew that he had no choice but to swallow the vomit again. That's why he tried to breathe calmly and hoped that his stomach would calm down again.

Time passed agonizingly slowly. For a moment he was tempted to count the seconds, but came to the conclusion that this wouldn't help at all. He didn't know how much time had passed since he got into the car.

He didn't have the slightest idea if he was still in Seoul at all. He didn't really know anything.

And again, tears ran down his face. Had Minho noticed that he had disappeared? Was he already searching for him or did he assumed that he was in the studio with Chan.

Chan... and Changbin. He wished he had hugged them before leaving the studio. How much he now longed to be embraced.

Once at this point, only confused thoughts buzzed through his head and the tears first soaked his blindfold and then ran down his face.

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