*Chan's POV*

I kicked away the rotting apple that had been tossed at me. I haven't eaten in three days, and it was starting to get to me. I was feeling weaker, there was no denying that. I've only had a cup of water a day since I've been here.

Someone opened the door to the cage and walked in, I refused to make eye contact. Instead, I shut my eyes and pictured my family. My boys and Y/N. They were the only thing keeping me going in this God-awful place.

The mystery person walked over, and I turned my head away. They grabbed my face and forced me to look.

"I see you're still holding on, huh?"

My lip curled as I felt my anger rising, but I couldn't let them see it or take advantage of me, not if I wanted any chance to get out of here.

"Oooh someone's feisty today," they laughed. They walked towards the opposite corner and tapped their boots on the concrete floor. "I'd hate for that anger to show in front of your little girlie friend."

Y/N!

I lunged at him. "YOU DON'T HAVE THE GOD DAMN RIGHT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HER!"

He stepped out of the way is I grabbed a bar for support, trying to catch my breath. I glared at him, nothing but pure hate in my eyes.

"Now now," he clicked his tongue, "would you look at her like you look at me?"

It took everything in me to maintain composure, I couldn't risk another explosion. "Well, you won't be apart for much longer."

My head snapped up. "What do you mean?!"

He laughed as he stepped out of the cage, locking the door. He pulled a photo out of his pocket. When he unfolded it, my heart dropped to my stomach.

It was a picture of Y/N at work.

Meaning that not only did they know where and who she was now, they knew who she was before she met us-

I ran up to the bars and gripped his collar, "WHERE IS SHE?!"

He laughed and forced himself free, pushing me down in the process. "Relax, pretty boy. She's okay, for now."

He walked away laughing as tears of anger and pure anguish began to flow. "GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

He left the room, and I stumbled to my feet. I began to pace around the cage, the overwhelming anxiety for my loved ones filling every crevice of my being. I punched a bar out of frustration. Not my smartest decision, but what hurt more than that was the idea that they were on their way to hurt my family, and I wasn't going to be there to stop them.

*Third person POV*

Changbin went and hugged Felix, comforting the upset younger boy. "It's alright, Lix, we're going to get him back."

Felix was silent for a little while. "I know, Bin. It's just so hard without him here. Our family isn't complete."

Changbin squeezed him tighter and began rubbing circles on his back. "I know, baby, I know."

*Y/N POV*

I sat at my desk in my room, feeling frustrated, depressed and completely useless. I was drawing, in a desperate attempt to rid my mind of all of the negative emotions building, but to no avail. I had erased each attempt so far.

Exasperatedly, I slammed my sketchbook shut. I threw my pencil across the room and slumped in my chair.

These nasty feelings were eating at me from inside, I hated it. And yet, who was I to tell them they were wrong? Maybe I am useless. I can't fight with them, I'd need a miracle from God to understand Seungmin's computer program, and it's not like I'm a doctor so I can't do anything for their injuries. I felt completely and utterly useless, like a dead weight.

Benji jumped up on my lap at that moment. I swear the dog has impeccable timing. I picked him up in my arms and snuggled him close got a few minutes, before he wiggled his way out. Setting him down gently, I stood up from my chair and walked over to Jisung's room. We were all taking it hard, but none more than him.

I knocked on his door, and heard a weak "come in" from the other side. I opened the door to see him playing Spider-Man on his PlayStation. I went and sat down next to him, watching as he flew, more like webbed, through the city on screen.

After failing to advance to the next stage, he huffed and set the controller to the side.

"Jisung."

He finally turned to look at me, and I gasped softly. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes themselves were red and puffy from crying. He looked skinnier than normal. I knew he hadn't been eating as much recently but it hadn't occurred to me that he was starving himself.

He must have noticed the concern on my face because he shifted closer to his bed and reached for an oversized hoodie to cover up his used-to-be-tight tshirt. I held back tears, I had cried more in this week than I have since my dad.

"Ji,, have you eaten today?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off immediately, looking down at his lap and nodding.

I sighed. "Han are you lying to me?"

He shook his head.

"You sure?"

As soon as I asked that, his stomach growled loudly and he closed his eyes in defeat.

"Jisung, you can't do this to yourself. You know that what happened was not y-"

"YES IT IS Y/N! ITS MY FAULT THAT HES NOT HERE."

I jumped back and got to my feet, holding back tears. He sighed and tried reaching for my hand.

"Y/N noona I-"

"No." I turned around and walked out of the room and went to look for Minho. Eventually, I found him in the living room. "Minho."

He was engrossed in the show playing on the screen.

"Minho-ah!"

Still no response.

"Minho something is wrong with Jisung."

His head snapped towards me and he got up, immediately coming to my side. I had to fight back an eye roll, now was not the time.

"Look, he hasn't eaten yet today and his eyes are puffy and he snapped at me so can you please just-"

Minho nodded. "I've got it from here Y/N."

I nodded and went to sit on the couch, turning on a random movie as Benji jumped in my lap.

*Third Person POV*

Minho opened the door to Jisung's room and saw Jisung laying down on his bed, facing the wall. He sat at the edge, near the younger one's feet.

Jisung sighed. "Hyung if you're here to convince me to eat don't bother."

"Han Jisung, get yourself together. You know that I- we, cannot just sit here and let you starve yourself over something that was not-"

"Was not even my fault, huh? WAS NOT EVEN MY FAULT?!" Jisung cried out. "EVERYONE HAS BEEN TELLING ME IT ISNT AND YET I DONT BELIEVE IT!"

Minho stayed silent and Jisung sat up, shoulders slouched and head down. "Why Chan?!.....why did they have to take him, hyung.."

Minho scooted closer to him and began rubbing circles on his back as Han laid his head on his shoulder.

"Jisung, please stop doing this to yourself. We can't- I can't stand seeing you like this. It hurts."

The younger boy sniffled and sat up straight. Y/N was right, Minho thought to himself. His eyes were red and puffy, contrasting the deep purple of the bags underneath. His hair was a disheveled mess, and the older boy was afraid of what was really underneath that oversized hoodie.

*Minho's POV*

My breath hitched as I reached for the bottom of Jisung's hoodie. When I pulled the jacket over his head, my worst fears were confirmed.