The only sound he managed to hear was the beating of his own heart.

Blood thumped in his veins, ice cold as his legs protested from all the running's and struggling.

He registered a black hood being pulled over his head before, forbidding any light to shine through as he stumbled blindly in the dark.

The hard grip on his already bruised arm fastened, the man holding him speeding up as he pulled the male along. He silently cursed himself for bruising so easily, hoping to find a way out as soon as this goddam hood was off.

Maybe deep down he already knew it was pointless to try, but he still needed to have hope anyways.

Registering a car pulling up in front of them, he silently gasped as he was thrown into the backseat, colliding with a solid, hard body.

The car's door slammed shut as another body, who he suspected was the man manhandling him earlier, sat beside him. The two large men had him squished between them, trapping him from moving as he felt the ropes dig into his wrists.

A familiar clicking sound made him freeze up, going still as the cold metal of a gun was pressed against his back.

"Move." Biting his lip, he tried to sit as still as possible as the driver started, feeling how the car turned. They must be in some kind of parking house, because he knew people like them wouldn't risk being seen in public like this.

Silence settled over them as the car moved, him concentrating hard on what directions they took.

Left, left, straight forwards, right, left-

"There's no use for that." The deep voice chuckled slightly, amused by his determination.

He didn't say anything, remaining silent as he figured out they must be driving in circles just to confuse him.

"You are really a pretty thing, aren't you?" A different voice this time, sounding like it came from the front seat.

"Hyung didn't lie. I can't believe we finally got you." He tried not to shudder, swallowing thickly as the air changed.

Fingering the ropes, he tried to ignore the gun against his back, closing his eyes. The men stayed quiet for the rest of the drive and he himself refused to say anything, or answer them.

Sounds from outside kept him distracted enough, closing his eyes and trying to remember the freedom there. That freedom of being out in the streets without being afraid or chased. The freedom that made his heart feel at ease, that he would do anything to achieve again.

How did he get himself this deep? He should've been more careful.

His heart thumped harder than before as the car pulled over, stopping entirely. Pushing down the fear, he waited for any of the unknown males to do something.

Curling his tied hands into fists, his breath ragged as someone's gloved hand brushed past his thigh. The gun against his back shifted, before pulling away and taking it's weight with it.

Feeling himself breathe out shakily, he winced at the sound of the door opening, someone tugging his arm. He was forced out of the car and dragged blindly forwards.

Damn this hood, he wished those rope weren't tied so tightly. The pain was numbing by now but even if he tugged and scratched, the knots weren't loosening the slightest. By now he must've made it worse, even.

The male dragging him suddenly stopped, making him let out a tiny huff as he stumbled over his feet. Before he could stand up properly again, he was tugged to the right and then the man took a sharp left, making him yelp.

Someone came running behind them, grabbing his other arm as he felt himself beging dragged forwards again. Some mumbling could be heard from the corners and he focused on his senses. The air was too fresh to be in some kind of basement and he doubted they had taken him to some public place, let alone a hotel. He could also hear someone running down something that sounded like stairs. Argh, where could they even be?

If he only had kicked them before they even entered that car.

Even though, his escape guaranteed no safety, especially when they probably had guns and wouldn't hesitate to shoot him.

A door swung open, he was pulled into another room before the two unknown males set him down on a chair. His heart dunked loudly in his ear as everything went silent around him. Burning gazes bore into his skin as he blindly tried to look around, with no avail.

What if he was in some kind of human trafficking trade? Oh god, please don't let him be on a scene right now where people would want to buy him.

A deep chuckle made him still completely, holding his breath. It was pointless to try to hide his fear, he already knew they could smell it in his pheromones.

This was the worse scenery ever and the omega in him didn't help either as it went completely silent, shutting down his senses.

"Take off the hood." Another voice, silken and dripped with honey spoke up, making him shiver slightly.

The black hood was ripped away from his head and he blinked, trying to mute the ringing in his ears. What he saw wasn't what he expected and he didn't even know if he should be relieved.

They were in a gigantic room with comfortable and luxury furnitures. He blinked, blinded by the sunlight from the big windows as his eyes tried to adjust to the sudden source of light.

It was more like a large chamber than a living room. More surprised was he when he realized that they hadn't taken him to some shady place.

They hadn't taken him to any shady place. Which meant they couldn't be in some hotel either because he knew what these men. He had run from them his entire life. Until now.

He knew they would never risk being seen like this. So if they hadn't taken him to any old warehouse or something like that, it would mean that they had taken him to one of their resorts with an unknown address, if worse, in the middle of nowhere.

Slowly, he looked up at the man sitting in front of him. Widening his eyes, he could do nothing but trying to breathe as calmly as possible.

The face he feared even in his dreams looked at him with a smile.

He remained frozen in his seat as the tall male sitting on the left swept by his body with those dark eyes.

"Have you any idea how much trouble you have been for us?" One red haired alpha appeared from behind his pack alpha.

Biting his lip, he looked down on the floor, happy that they couldn't see his hands shaking.

This was real. He wasn't dreaming.

They really got him.

"You are still as pretty as ever. I wonder if you missed us all those years you disappeared." The same silky voice he knew too well voiced out, making him tightly shut his eyes.

His head was spinning and everything seemed like a blur, the scar he long ago thought would be healed ripped open again. He bit hard into the inside of his cheek, feeling blood as he tried not to scream out of pain.

Should've stayed away. He should have been more cautious. The omega inside him stirred as it recognized the scents, letting out a long broken howl.

"Did you?" He flinched as fingers gripped his chin, forcing him to look up.

The omega in him wanted so much to just purr and lean into the touch but he felt it becoming harder to breathe as they looked at him so intensely. "Our omega. You succeeded to escape us for so long."

Away. He needed to get away, to breathe, to-

"We would find you sooner or later. Isn't it scary, my love? To always look over your shoulder?" Tears filled his eyes, mouth hanging open as his eye twitched, the alpha's grinning face in front of him.

Everything hurt. It hurt, hurt and hurt, yet there was some sick feeling of longing.

"Welcome home, hyung." Meaningless. All those years moving around and that constant fear.

"Taeyong."

His name uttered by that familiar voice was all he could register before his world went black.