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'You're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies, now what's on your nasty old mind? All by yourself, sitting alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

it's way into the meeting room, causing it to be filled with an awkward sense of tension, a brown haired man with blonde highlights sat cross legged opposite a taller, blonde haired Australian, his jet black blazer lazily discarded on the back of his office chair as he casually rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, the collar slightly unbuttoned, exposing a small part of his upper, toned chest.

Dragging a lit cigarette away from his naturally red, tainted lips as he sighed impatiently, waiting for their... friend. Finally, the huge door swung open, to reveal a tall man, standing around six foot, with short, black hair. He calmly walked into the silent room, dragging one of the chairs nearer to him to sit on, his jacket awkwardly ruffling in the quiet room, the echo bouncing off the walls as he tossed his tacket into the nearby coat hanger.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, the Australian finally pressing the cigarette against the hard, expensive surface of the desk, extinguishing the lit object. Before opening his mouth to speak.

"You took your time getting here didn't you, Soobin?"

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the several hours before, I was sprawled out across the sad, little bed. Bored, scared, hurt. My lips were painfully sore and started to swell from the drastic events from earlier, it hurt to even think about the memory of the dreaded, forced kiss.

A tired sigh left my swollen lips as I lazily sat up, lifting my head from the uncomfortable, hard pillow. I refuse to be here in this ever going hell any longer, I have to get out.

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the same meeting tension filled room as before, only this time, shouting had somehow made it's way into the once silent room. The slightly older brunette raised his already loud voice, overlapping the black haired mans, "WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO SOOBIN? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" The brunette angrily screamed at Soobin, abruptly standing up from his chair, forcing the chair to fall back onto the marbled floor, causing a loud echoed noise.

Soobin raised his eyebrows in shock and anger at the older man's remark. Before he too, stood up, pushing back the pricey chair back, causing it to slam into the wall. The man behind the desk, opposite the two men, glanced up at this, alerted by their arguing. But still didn't say anything.

Soobin scoffed before replying to the brunettes harsh commentary. "TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO? I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO HAN, I'M SIMPLY SUGGESTING THAT YOU SHOULD MAYBE BE A BIT MORE CAREFUL AROUND [NAME]"- he replied with the same energy as Han, trying to calm him dow, before he was abruptly cut off once more.

"SEE? THAT IS TELLING ME WHAT TO DO YOU STUPID OLD FUCK"- Screamed Han, outraged by Soobin's remark. Before he was cut off by Soobin. "HOW CAN YOU CALL ME AN OLD FUCK WHEN YOU ARE LITERALLY OLDER THAN ME YOU ANNOYING LITTLE"- both the arguing men were cut off my a now irritated boss, he was out of his chair, and was slightly leaning over the desk towards the two men. "ENOUGH THE PAIR OF YOU." They both immediately stopped shouting, and hesitantly pulled their chairs towards them, and sat down.

Bangchan heavily sighed before slumping back down into his desk chair, he rubbed his temples with his hands, and sighed again. Before turning his attention back to the two others in the room, "I knew I should've fucking chosen Lee Know to join this stupid fucking meeting instead of Han." He quietly mumbled under his breath, but was heard by Han. In return, Bangchan earned a glare from the younger hacker, but it quickly disappeared once he realised Bangchan noticed it.

"Now, Soobin. Let's get to the matter at hand." Soobin shakily glanced up at the feared boss, but said nothing. "Tell me everything you know about [name] [last name]. Soobin lightly gulped at BangChan's serious gaze, and shakily sighed.

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scurried around the small room, desperately trying to find anything to unlock the door, but unsuccessfully failing, I may as well try the door, you never know it might be unlocked. I turned the silver handle of the thick steel door, surprised when i heard the relieving click of the door opening, before it noisily squeaked open. It was unlocked the whole time?...

I suspiciously craned my head around the corner, revealing a darkened, damp hallway, my disheveled hair falling in front of my tear stained face. So I was in a basement...

There was an eerie silence lingering in the air, forcing goosebumps to invade my untainted skin. Somethings doesn't feel right...

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ran down the side of Soobin's face as Bangchan glared into his dark, brown eyes. "I'm gonna ask you one more time. Tell me everything you know about [name] [name]?" When again When he was faced with silence from Soobin, like the several times before, BangChan's ringed hand met his face, forcing his face to jerk to the side. Soobin slightly groaned in pain as he felt a painful swelling on his cheek as a purple and yellow bruise began to form, blood seeped out of the small cuts painted in his face from BangChan's rings.

When Soobin still kept his mouth shut, Bangchan turned to Han, who was calmly sat in his chair on the opposite side of the room, "Han, you know what to do with him." Han smirked before quickly pushing himself off his chair, and harshly grabbed Soobins bicep, and roughly pulled him off the chair.

Soobin stared at the floor, he didn't try to escape, he didn't try to Proteste. After all, he knew full well he wasn't getting out of this alive.

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hours after Soobin was taken away by Han, the huge door of meeting room was opened once again, Han pridefully walked into the room, looking down at his hands, as he cleaned the blood off of them using a small, white, blood stained towel.

Bangchan glanced down at Han's bloody hands before looking back up at his neutral face. "Well Jisung, I see you took care of Soobin?" Jisung didn't reply with any words, only a cruel smirk snaked it's way into his perfect face.

Jisung discarded the small towel, soaked with blood, into the corner of the room. And walked over to the same chair that he sat in before, Bangchan did the same a second after. "Now, yesterday when you were taking to [Name], did you plant the tracker?" Jisung dug into his pocket, and brought out a small screen, with a green, orange and red button. On the screen, it showed a dot, three lines and coordinates at the top of the screen, along with the title [name].

grabbed her collar and aggressively pressed his lips onto hers, during [Name]'s panicked state, she failed to realise that Jisung had slipped a tracker into the red sweater that covered her torso. He lightly smirked into her lips as he realised she had fallen for it.

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out the shaky breath I had been holding as I cautiously walked around the huge building. I had walked up some stairs and out of the basement, revealing long, twisting corridors. I'm lost, I just wanna get out. As I began to walk along the never ending corridor, I failed to recognise the series of footsteps behind me. Before I heard a deep voice, a voice I didn't recognise.

"Now where do you think your going, sweetheart?"

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Word count - 1403

Thank you guys so much for 1.41k reads :) thank you so much for all the support and I'm glad some of you are somehow enjoying this fanfic. I have an English exam in two weeks, I'm so scared for it lmao.

Who do you think is the man at the end? Why do you think Soobin is involved in all this? Sorry for killing off Soobin lmao. Stay safe :)

- Polly <3