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The entire fan meet goes on without so much as a blip, but Kyungsoo still feels extremely jumpy. His nails are nibbled right to the beds, his lip is almost bleeding due to how hard he is biting it and no matter how many times his friends say that "everything is ok, it's just the nerves from the fan meet", he just can't bring himself to believe them. They go out for a celebratory dinner while he goes back to the dorm to get ready for his movie promotions. He enters the house and closes the front door behind him, instantly feeling nervy because he is alone. He carries his bag upstairs and puts it away neatly, when an odd feeling hits him- the feeling of being watched. He slowly looks behind him, finding that nobody is there. He is still not convinced, but also thinks that he could just be paranoid. He goes for a shower, washes his hair, re-brushes his teeth and dries his damp locks before choosing an outfit to wear because the grey sweats and red oversized hoodie that he is wearing aren't exactly appropriate for a formal event.

He heads down the stairs after picking out his outfit deciding that it's probably best to get something to eat first, just in case he drops anything on his new clean clothes. He raises his chopsticks to his mouth but pauses when he hears what sounds like scratching and light whimpering from behind the closet door in the hallway. He furrows his eyebrows and gets up from his seat, walking into the hallway and opening up the closet. His dog is tied up to the extra chair that they have for when Yixing commutes back and forth from China to Seoul, but the weirder thing is that his dog was supposed to be with his parents. As Kyungsoo steps forward to untie his dog, he is suddenly on the floor. That is how fast the attack happened. One moment he is confused and the next he is lying sprawled out on his stomach on the hardwood floor, head bleeding and pulse thudding. His glasses spin as they slide across the floor, Kyungsoo now no longer able to see clearly. Tears of confusion begin to well up in his eyes as he slowly turns his head around, nearly gasping at the pain when he moves his head. A man, nearly six feet tall stands in front of him and Kyungsoo watches in slow motion as the man picks him up by the collar of his hoodie and shoves him into the wall. He feels all of the air leave his body and crumples to the floor, chest heaving as his body tries desperately to get oxygen. He is left no time to recuperate as the back of his head is grabbed and hit against the floor before the same action is repeated twice more. Blood trickles from his nose as his vision spins around the blurry room. Kyungsoo sprints into the living room, the man hot on his heels. He throws a glass ornament at the man, just missing by inches. The man grabs Kyungsoo by the shoulders and swings him over into the glass coffee table. He hits the table so hard that the glass shatters, sharp shards scattering across the hardwood floor. Kyungsoo has cuts littered all over his body; on his face, hands, arms, legs, back and chest. He is left gasping so hard and for so long that he's scared he will pass out. As the beaten idol regains his breath back, the man opens his rucksack and removes a few zip ties, a blindfold, a small vial and a syringe.

"No, no! Get away from me! Somebody, he-" In the middle of his scream for help, Kyungsoo is punched in the face so hard that the left side of his face goes numb. He is astounded by the strength of the intruder, and his jumbled mind can't seem to make any sense of what is happening. The man pushes Kyungsoo face first into the floor, reaching for his arms and pulling them roughly backwards to tie them together. Kyungsoo thrashes weakly, groaning as he tastes blood in his mouth. The blood from his nose creates a small puddle on the floor. As he looks up, he sees something sticking out of the seam of the wall where the wall meets the ceiling. A small lens pokes out through a hole. His mouth falls open in shock and the tears stream down his face, his chest heaving once the pain in his ribs is able to be felt. Each breath in and out feels like agony as he sobs harshly, shoulders shaking as he admits defeat. His hands are tied, he is now blindfolded and the attack was obviously premeditated so there must be more people in on it. He shudders as he makes the connections, joining up all of the dots. He feels a sharp scratch in the side of his neck and tenses when he feels a liquid enter his bloodstream, the tall burly man holding him down against the floor by his shoulders. He waits for what feels like an eternity until the drug begins to kick in, only being about forty-seven seconds later. Kyungsoo's eyelids droop, his breathing slowing as he takes one last look at his petrified dog who is making terrified whines. It tries to stay strong for its owner, growling at the intruder as he walks past- with the young idol slung over his shoulder.

Two hours later the rest of the boys are at the dance studio, angrily waiting for their friend to arrive.
"We have a show in a few days and he thinks it's ok to just ditch? We've waited for almost an hour already! What's taking him so long?" Baekhyun complains, completely enraged. This show is important to all of them, and they all promised to put in all of the hard work required to make it successful.
"I'll call his acting manager, maybe he's gotten held up at the conference or something." Their manager suggests, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call the young idol's other manager.
"Hi, this is Shijong, EXO's manager. Is Do Kyungsoo there by any chance?" He asks politely, chewing on his lip as he awaits an answer.
"No, but I'd like to have a word with him. Many of his fans are disappointed because he didn't even bother to show up! What is going on with him lately? We have had so many complaints about his mysterious no-show that our senior management staff have called us in! Is he there?!" The other man is obviously furious, which makes Shijong think that something isn't right.
"He would never do something like this. He's always on time. I'll drive to the EXO dorm to see if he's there, if he isn't, I'll file a police report." The other man feels guilty, his tone softening considerably.
"Do you think that something has happened? He's always been so hardworking that it's odd that he wouldn't come to celebrate his achievements." A few more minutes later the two hang up, Jongdae calling Kyungsoo's cell phone for the seventh time since he arrived at the studio.
"It's still going to voicemail. We're getting nowhere." He sighs, arms folded across his chest as he leans into Chanyeol. All of the others were present for the conversation between the two managers and can feel how serious the situation is.
"Alright, you guys start but Junmyeon, come with me- you have a key, don't you?" Shijong asks, grabbing his keys from his wallet as the two quickly take the lift.

They drive quickly for what usually takes almost forty minutes only takes twenty-seven. They are almost breaking all of the speed limits and at one point almost ran through a red light. What seems like an eternity later they finally arrive at the house, and Junmyeon is shocked by what he sees.
"Why is the door open? It's always closed. We never forget to lock it in case there are saesangs around." He states, voice shaking already. The two jump out of the car and on shaking legs enter the large house.
"Kyungsoo?! Kyungsoo?! Soo!" Junmyeon and Shijong shout, looking at each other nervously when there is no reply. The sight that they are greeted with tells them the full story; the smashed glass vase, cracked TV screen, obliterated coffee table, cushions lying everywhere. It gets worse as they go through the house, finding a puddle of dried blood on the hallway floor. Shijong hears the sounds of whimpering and runs into the closet (the door is still open) and unties Kyungsoo's bound dog.
"What the fuck? What is going on?" Tears run down Junmyeon's cheeks along with the heavy weight of guilt and regret.
"His dog must've been the trap. He'll have heard the noises, opened the door and that's probably when the person struck. We need to file a police report." Shijong says, trying to take control over the situation although his voice is breaking and tears nearly break the dam he has built. His fingers shake as he calls one-one-nine. These boys are like sons to him. He has known them for seven years and even chose to be their manager. They are all great friends but now that one of them have been forcibly removed, he is heartbroken, devastated. The rest of the members arrive at the scene, their practice having been cancelled, crying and sobbing while taking in the awful sight that greets them.

At nearly eleven at night, Kyungsoo finally wakes up, frowning at the ache in the side of his face, in his chest, back, sides, legs and arms. Just everywhere, really. His head lolls to the side as he tries to get an idea of where he is, his mind drawing blanks. A light is turned on which causes his headache to worsen, so much so that he gasps at the acute pain. The heavy thudding of boots can be heard approaching, but the poor idol is too scared to look up.
"Long time no see, Do." The man sneers. Kyungsoo's ears prick at the sound of the familiar voice, and his eyes widen almost comically in shock.
"L-Lee Iljung." He whispers hoarsely, not being able to speak above a whisper. The man sneers, smirking at how weak the other looks and sounds. Kyungsoo's hands are buckled to the arm rests of the chair, both of his ankles also strapped to the thick wooden frame. In addition there is a leather strap buckled around his chest and around the back of the chair to prevent him from being able to so much as lean forward. His lip trembles as his blurry eyesight catches the tall man talking to one of his friends who have just entered the room, but speaking lowly so that the bound idol cannot hear. What will become of him now? Will he ever be able to escape? Kyungsoo sighs, tears finding their way down his cheeks to drip from his chin.

Hi guys, I told y'all that this was gonna be the drama filled chapter! Anyways, I hope that you enjoyed this slightly lengthier chapter because there are many more to come! Love you guys loads and hope that you all have an amazing day/sleep! 🍪❤️

Date: Thursday November 22nd 2018

Word Count: 1919

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