I felt the cold cemented floor beneath my body. I opened my eyes and realized it was dark, with the only light coming from the moon through the window.

As quietly as I could, I pushed myself off the hard ground and into sitting position (which was difficult considering I had my hands tied behind my back) before looking around. When my eyes adjusted to the dark room, I saw Mikihito unconscious not too far from me.

"Mikihito-kun!" I cried in a hushed tone, crawling over to his side.

He didn't stir. He didn't even make a sound.

"Mikihito-kun!" I hissed, shaking him this time. "Okite!" Wake up!

Leaning my head down, I tried to hear if he was breathing. When I was sure that he was, I closed my eyes in relief. Alright, no need to panic yet.

I scanned the room, and realized that we were in a classroom. Middle school? High school? I couldn't tell. There were lights out in the hallway, though. That was for sure.

Where was Jin Yeong? Why wasn't he here with us? Who were these kidnappers? What did they want? Why did they take away Jin Yeong?

"Y – Yuki?"

My head whipped towards Mikihito's voice. "Mikihito-kun!"

He winced as he rotated his head to stretch his neck. "Koko wa doko?" Where are we?

"Wakaranai, gakkou?" Not sure, some school?

"Daijobu?" Are you alright?

"Un, daijobu." Yeah, I'm fine.

Turning away from me, he looked around as he asked, "Jesam wa doko?" Where's Jesam?

I shook my head. "Wakaranai." I don't know.

That made him scowl. "Why is he separated from us? It doesn't make sense."

I stayed quiet, closing my eyes. As much as I was worried about Jin Yeong, it wouldn't help him or anyone if we stayed here. We needed to think about how we would get out of here.

I had faith in Jin Yeong. He was strong and resourceful. He'd find a way out.

"Isn't it strange?" asked Mikihito, with a deep frown. "He ordered the guards away and all of a sudden, you're attacked?"

"Coincidence," I whispered, watching the doors.

If we escaped through there, we'd be forced to engage in a fight. Just how many people were guarding us? I wondered if Mikihito and I could take them all at once.

"I hope so," he muttered grimly. "Because if it isn't, I'm going to kill him myself."

Deciding to change the subject, I asked him, "How did you find us, anyway?"

He didn't answer right away, making me stare at him. He averted his eyes and contemplated for a minute before sighing in defeat.

"Don't be mad."

I waited, not promising anything.

"I spied on you," he admitted, looking down on the floor.

My eyes widened, and I hissed, "Nani?!" What?!

"I don't trust him!" he hissed back, our eyes locking in a glaring contest.

I scoffed. "Don't you trust me?"

"I won't apologize for doing what I did," he said, shaking his head stubbornly. "Who knows what would've happened if I didn't?"

I rubbed my face, too exhausted for this. Besides, I didn't want to admit that he was right. If he wasn't following us, I didn't know what state Jin Yeong and I would be in right now.

"Let's just find a way to escape," I suggested.

"Let's find something to fight with before we do."

Going with his suggestion first, we searched the room for tools to hit the kidnappers with. Before that, though, I pulled my knees together and pulled my tied hands under my curled lower body until they were in front of me. I didn't want to struggle and strain my arms, reserving my energy for later. Mikihito did the same.

"Nothing," I declared, after opening each locker at the back of the classroom.

"Same here," he said, from the other end of the room. "Kusooo." Fuuuck.

I plopped down on one of the wooden chairs, while Mikihito sat two rows away from me. At this rate, we would have to fight with our bare hands.

"Gomen, Yuki." Sorry, Yuki.

"For what?"

"For not trusting you. I admit that I don't like you spending time with him. It's not fair that I'm accusing him without solid proof." He released a deep sigh. "Maybe he is innocent."

"Of course, he is."

Mikihito groaned. "Who's responsible for this, then?"

Having no idea who was behind this crap of a situation, I couldn't predict their moves. Did they own guns? The Yakuza were forbidden from using one.

'Umjig ijima.'

I frowned, remembering the kidnappers' first words to us in Arashiyama. As someone who spoke more than two languages, it was sometimes hard to determine which language was being spoken at the moment, especially in the middle of a panic.

"They spoke in Korean," I whispered, absentmindedly saying it out loud.

"Huh?"

I blinked, turning to Mikihito. "They spoke in Korean," I repeated.

His eyes stayed on me, letting my words sink in. "You don't mean...?"

Squeezing my eyes shut, I leaned my elbows on the desk and placed my head between my hands. I didn't know what to think. Could it be possibly the Triple Tigers? Maybe an enemy?

I didn't have more time to ponder over it because at that moment, the window slid open and a lean figure came into view. Mikihito and I instantly stood up, squinting our eyes to try to see who it was. I suddenly gasped, my eyes widening in recognition.

It was Jin Yeong!

He was out of breath, his clothes were a mess, and his eyes were wild as they scanned the room. Until they zeroed in on me. I saw them soften for a fraction of a second and before I knew what was happening, he was running to me and hugging me as if I was his lifeline.

"You're safe," he sighed in relief.

For one tiny moment, I let myself relax. His arms were so tight around me and I didn't even mind. Resting my head on his chest, I closed my eyes and focused on the beat of his heart. All that mattered was that he was here with me.

"You're alive," I mumbled.

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. "Would you rather if I was dead?"

I looked up at him just so I could roll my eyes. "Baka." Idiot.

He grinned, reaching up a hand to gently stroke my cheek.

"Saranghae."

My jaw dropped.

OH, MY GOD – WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?

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Sorry for the late update! And sorry if this was too short! This is only what I have time to edit right now. Hope you understand.

The next one will be the last chapter. It will be uploaded will be on Sunday. Hope you're ready to say goodbye to one of them! I mean, THEM! I mean... Um, yeah. HAHA :)