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Seungmin wakes up. His eyes are crusty and he yawns. He tries to roll over but instead realizes he’s upright and something cold and brittle hits against his back. The smells and sights are unfamiliar, utterly dark, and everything feels a bit stale. His mouth his dry and it feels like he hasn't had a drop of water in days. His stomach lowly growls with hunger, and for a moment Seungmin thinks he just woke up in the middle of the night hungry and thirsty.
He’s inside a dark room, it smells like rat shit and piss–a nasty and disturbing musk filtering through the air. There’s not a single window. Just some warm candles propped up against dark oak planks that consisted of the walls. His feet are bare against a concrete floor, cold. Something is bound to his ankle, if not more frigid than the floor. He tries to move it but the attempt is fruitless.
“What? Hello? Ummm… haha, nice prank.”
Silence.
“This isn’t my bed.” He mumbles. “Am I… um, wait, fuck–”
He can’t remember what happened before this. Well, he remembers going on a date with a really nice man. He was sweet and shy, with cute small slits for eyes and long hair. They went to a diner and had some drinks at a club. There’s a flickering memory in his mind of him being in the backseat of a car with the seatbelt held around him like a vice.
That was it.
He is bound to a chair. His wrists are tightly wound to the chair itself as if the heavy iron ball wasn’t enough. He can’t even move, the ropes dig into his skin and the more conscious he feels the more painful everything seems to become. The friction of the rope seems to burn the longer he sits there, his frantic heart assessing the situation at hand.
Seungmin can't move. And his neck throbs with a dull pain. He looks down and doesn't know whether to feel comforted or disturbed whoever kidnapped him didn't change his clothes. Perhaps that's why he feels great and beyond disgusting.
WhatthefuckwhatheactualFUCK–
His mouth is at least not stuffed with something. He can hyperventilate in staccato rhythms just as well, heaves that are very loud in an otherwise silent room. He’s been kidnapped. Kidnappwd
This is like, movie shit. This doesn’t happen in real life?! Seungmin isn’t kidnapped.
...
Right?!
It happened to him though, of all people. Seungmin; a charismatic young man with a bright future and a whole family and many friends that loved him. Oh Seungmin has been kidnapped, shoved in a dark room. For all he knew, he could be in another country entirely! Before this and the date he set himself up with he had plans to go see his eomma for a week. He wonders what did I ever do to deserve this? My own stupidity?!
He was really stupid for getting hammered with a guy he only knew for a few hours.
Or perhaps he wasn’t connected to it at all. The problem is that little of it makes sense. The srtup war to perfect after all.
Seungmin can feel his head reeling like crazy, jumping all around and ping-ponging situations even worse than now. What if he doesn't make it out alive? What if I'm being trafficked? Or they torture me?!!!
his brain rambles at a pace inhumanity fast.
Seungmin has a panic attack and he doesn't even notice, eyes darting around the room. His mind tries to assess if there is any way he can get out. It's so barren and empty he doubts it severely. Seungmin closes his dry eyes not waterlogged, feeling the sweltering burn. He hopes that mayhe this is just a dream. These things can't actually happen.
If anyone could hear his pleading sobs or throat-wrecking screams to the rattling of a brittle dusty chair clanking against the concrete floor that followed, they ignored him.
…
Seungmin waits. Waits for someone–anyone–to show themselves. Maybe save him.
And he waits, trying to get himself under control.
But he’s been kidnapped!!!
His eomma always told him that no matter the situation you try to stay calm. If you don’t you just make it worse for yourself! Seungmin’s eyelids still feel heavy, otherwise, he could be anything but calm. Sweat palms his hands and feet, flushing the back of his nape, his eyes go watery and everything seems to just. Slow down.
“Fuck…” He mumbles. All that crying did a number on him.
The room is so dark he can’t make out much. There is a rickety wooden door parallel to him, and he hears little critters scamper across the floor. That’s it. Nothing has come to jump him with a knife or gun. Yet. It drives Seungmin crazy that he can hardly see in the room. The glow of low candle lights makes it all the worse. He keeps expecting something like that to happen.
Tears well to Seungmin’s eyes for the second time. He doesn't even register it this time. All of the little moments of his life flicker before in his eyes, like a movie reel of all his greatest memories. When he skinned his knee the first time and cried to his eomma, all of his childhood friends and dogs, then to his high school years. He had a beautiful girlfriend which they broke up on mutual terms. Or all the drama and gossip they would giggle in the back of the class. When Seungmin got his acceptance to that pristine college and landed an amazing future career . Those nights he’d cry to his parents and they’d comfort him. The delicious and warm aroma of his eomma's cooking. His starving stomach longs for it. For however long he was trapped here, it must've been over a day veggie he woke up.
Up until a few days before this–meeting the boy and instantly clicking before agreeing on a date. He can’t remember the cutie’s name but he had long hair and tired eyes. He’d giggle at the things he would say and flirt with him like crazy, just to make Seungmin extra flustered. Seungmin wishes he could remember his name so maybe he could scream it out his tattered throat as a last attempt.
He might never get to experience these things again. The taste of food, the comfort of a bed, hugs, all of his cats at his fancy apartment. For whatever reason that thought is what makes him start to sob. They’ll go hungry unless they find a way to escape or if they do get nipped in the scruff by a coyote or run over by a car.
Does anyone even know he’s missing yet?
Do they even care?
Seungmin lolls his head back against the uncomfortable chair, staring at the dripping ceiling until his eyes slip closed. “This… can’t…be…”
This could be a horrible nightmare after all.
These things don’t– can’t happen to him.
But they did.
Here Seungmin is, kidnapped.
Hyeongjun jabs his victim’s neck deftly. He has to routinely do this in order for it to build up in his system. Over two days, this is the eighth time. Seungmin is merely sleeping and not dead, he breathes normally but does feel a little cold to the touch. It must be the temperature of the basement, the heater’s broken and it's a miracle he hasn’t gotten hypothermia. Seungmin's skin is so soft like peach fuzz.
Seungmin is just handsome in general. It's almost a shame that it was him who fell right into his trap if going on a date and proceeding to be kidnapped. He and Jungsu checked the proportions however. His body was perfect and his arms just the right circumference. His skin has a warm honeyed tone to it. His victim has a large, robust nose and long face with high cheekbones and small eyes. His hair, even matted and greasy is a delicate shade and looks like duck fluff. It makes him look very pretty even in such a debauched state.
It is a little embarassing how long Hyeongjun catches himself staring at the face of Seungmin. He's ethereal beautiful even when his body is cold and a little smelly. Hyeongjun feels his resolve soften, none of the other guys are with him so he thinks he can be vulnerable like this. Hyeongjun peers in, dropping the syringe to the ground and cradling his face in the calloused palm of his gloved hand.
“I really need you waking up soon,” he mumbles. Normally his victims do not stay out for this long. The poor boy has tired, swollen eyes and bitten-raw lips with red cracks littered all around. His skin feels dirty and frail, and Hyeongjun doesn’t like keeping them in this basement tied up until they properly wake up. If Seungmin goes another few days without him being awake as he periodically checks the room they’ll have to gut him, and he doesn’t want that. “Please? You're so, um... pretty. I don't want to have to kill you and have you be no use.”
Seungmin only breathes, still knocked out.
“Is he alright?” Jungsu asks, walking down the final stairwell to reach them. It startles Hyeongjun because he did not expect the man to come down so soon. "Oh! My, my..." he giggles which tells Hyeongjun shit, he heard that didn't he?
Hyeongjun coughs and fixes his posture. Before he was slumped over like a shrimp intimately whispering to the unconscious state of Seungmin intimately. Embarrassment scorches his cheeks aflame. “Hasn’t woke up yet. I keep checking.
Jungsu lets out a rather due sigh from his lips.
“Are you sure the sedative isn’t doing it?” The other inquires.
“I’m using a low dose on purpose.” Hyeongjun assures. "I can't risk not pumping him full of it otherwise...he might try and bite when he wakes up."
Jungsu’s mouth becomes a thin line. “Hm.” He hums. “We can’t wait much longer, otherwise he’ll have to be gutted.”
“I know that.” The younger's eyes go downcast.They both don't want that.
"How's it coming along on your end?"
"Great." Jungsu confirms. "I have the prototype set up for him to try, of course, whether the unconventional fingers work with the nerves is a thing the future will tell." He grins. "Wanna see?"
"But of course." Hyeongjun smiles and follows the boy up the stairwell after closing the door, making a mental note to check up on him in a few hours.
Underneath the lively mansion is a darker secret. There are rows upon rows of concrete walls, a permanent musk and creaky pipes and leaks everywhere. Little rats scitter into holes. The deeper one travels, concrete starts to change into rusted metal. There are many laboratory rooms with various things, including offices. Hyeongjun knows this place like the back of his hand, so as the other two who frequent down here. There are lab rooms, storage rooms, clinical zones, however most go unused. The place itself is fifty years old and everything runs like shit. All that really matters is their four frequented rooms. Jungsu takes him in the extravagant, renovated room where he's building the arms. "I've got the first one done." He begins, turning on the light.
Cabinets and instruments line the sides. There are blueprints everywhere, including one on a gigantic board tacked to the wall behind the workbench itself. Lo and behold, one lies limp. Its made of steel and other durable metals, a mixture of sooty black and gunmetal gray sitting beneath a gleaming light which makes it glint. That's not the main attraction, however. Instead the main point of interest is the fingers themselves. They're long and shiny, heavy metal that's reflective like a hidden secrete. They must be over six inches long, varying in size and length. They are scissor blades except for the thumb, which is just a shorter but equally as acute-edged razor. At the base of the fingers, the circular loops fom the original pair still stay perfectly in tack. Fuck.
"When you said you had something different in mind, I didn't think it'd be this..."
"Well, you did say I could do whatever I wanted so long as the arms and base of hand are built." Jungsu clicks his tongue. Hyeongjun marvels over it. On the workbench, dozens of screws and other little trinkets used to design such a piece lay idle.
"That's true... but, um, what's the purpose, exactly...?"
Jungsu rolls his eyes. "Lack thereof. It'd make our robot look cooler would it not? If it had big bladed scissors for hands."
"I suppose it's your project so... fine. May I... hold it?"
"Sure!" Jungsu beams. "Be careful, of course."
Hyeongjun holds the thing in his hands. It is weighty but light at the same time. The bladed fingers clink around, dangling lowly but otherwise the more he fiddles around with it, it almost works perfectly. All they need is another replica, this one took Jungsu a couple of days to figure out. After that, there's one more piece to the equation missing.
"I like it." He says. "Lets hope our boy wakes up so we don't have to wait longer to try it."
"Indeed." Jungsu agrees, then starts ushering him out.
The final piece to the equation? Oh Seungmin. A resident of Seoul who got kidnapped by Hyeongjun and is a waiting experiment to test Jungsu's robotics.
It's simple, really.
They will attach them and put him through a series of tests testing the mechanical abilities. Once they're confirmed Jungsu will use the same blueprint to create a near-exact replica and place them on Hota, the big beautiful human-like piece of machinery Jiseok is tending to right now. What they'll do with him after...?
Well..
That's undecided.
The one thing that is certain; he's probably not coming out of this place. Truly, his heart ached for him and the cats but... business must get done, shall it not?
...
Hota is waiting for you, Han Hyeongjun.
She needs her arms next.
Who cares if she has bladed fingers, she's already ugly elsewise.
But to Hyeongjun? She's beautiful-the perfect, inhuman true love for him.
After an indefinite time period something kicks his foot. He jolts awake, sweaty, looking around only to realize it wasn’t one of his cats nudging him back awake. Moments before something pricked his neck, causing a sharp burst of pain to latch on to the skin. “Ow! Bitch!” He curses, shaking his head around roughly to doge the mysterious object. It pokes and prods before sinking in like teeth over another tender and red spot on his neck.
There’s light though, more in the room before…
He’s still in it…
Well, shit.
The door is open and leading to a yellow light that blinds the dark room in an orange glow. Seungmin whimpers when it pulls away, it is a syringe and has done its job.
“Ah, you’re awake. Just in time.” A calm, low voice speaks. It's familiar however Hyeongjun cannot place who its from.
Shit…
“Why did you kidnap me!” Seungmin barks out, lunging out as best as he can but the person doesn’t look amused. His blurry eyes bleed the image in front of them clear. He realizes, the fact he's looking at isn't a stranger. “You– you– …Hyeongjun…?” He croaks, petrified.
Hyeongjun. He knows that relaxed, droopy expression anywhere.
No, shit. His hair– dark, curly, long, cascading like waterfalls from his scalp and those eyes… gentle and calm so as the lit in his voice. “Let me go, bastard!” He barks out again. “Fuck! Should have known something was off about you!”
Hyeongjun smirks. He’s clad in a white suit with jet-black buttons and pants of the same color. He wears gloves, long and clearly made of thick latex. There are small round glasses resting lowly on the bridge of his nose. His expression is bored. “I’m not amused, but… all my patients act this way. Hello to you too, Oh Seungmin."
Silence befalls, save for Seungmin's heaving breaths.
"It’s been a few days since our lovely little date. Two days, possibly. I was waiting for you to wake up, the wound might have been what kept you in shock. It wouldn't have been the first time, I’ve been trying to get a better arrangement, however I can’t get the iron ball in one of the cots. I can’t have you escaping. So, I sincerely apologize for the uncomfortable room you have been locked in."
Seungmin’s hands go to search. That’s when he realized there was an itchy bandage wrapped around his neck. It’s tender. Hyeongjun had talked so fast and professionally about 99% flew over his panicked head. “You’re insane! Did– is that why– you– we had alcohol before?! So you could... k-kidnap me!?"
“Maybe, maybe not..” He shrugs. “I’ll have you know the Hyeongjun you went on a date with is very different from the professional one you're talking to. Your ours now, ours, Seungmin."
It's infuriating how bored he acts. Seungmin grits his teeth, almost snarling at him. He feels like hell, his head hurts, and now he's finally met his captor.
“I–”
“Shh,” Hyeongjun gets real close to his face. He’s kind of sexy like that, pressing a finger to his lips and telling him. “Hush now, you’ll wake our other residents since the door is open.”
“You’re an insane bastard! Kidnapping me– why? WHY?!” Seungmin, in return, spits in his face. It's not much because his mouth is so cracked and dry. He desperately needs a sip of water, and he's literally boiling inside the basement right now. It hurts.
Hyeongjun is not phased by this at all. “I’ve heard it all before. Anyways, you must be hungry. Normally my patients don’t take so long to wake up. I'll have our resident chef make you something, while he never sees the victims he feels for them because he is one of them, you know? At least he enjoys the art of cooking... I can appreciate that."
Before Seungmin can say a word he turns around and walks out, slyly and calmly. Clearly not interested in his victim’s loud-mouthed complaints that are absolutely warranted. “Fuck you!” He screams. His throat is raw and tender, but he doesn’t care. Seungmin sobs again, limply resting his head down to weep. His shoulders shake as he does so. Why, why, why?
Seungmin almost falls asleep once the due drowsy takes its place in his bloodstream. Something warm and aromatic hits his nose and a subtle change in light hits his closed eyes, making him startle awake.
Hyeongjun comes back with a small bowl of soup.
Hyeongjun is dragging a little foldable table behind him. He sets it in front of him, then the bowl of steaming soup. “I’m gonna untie you, okay? Don’t go running off. You can’t, actually but don’t even try, please."
Infuriatingly polite.
Infuriatingly...everything.
“Why are you doing this? I don’t care about your dumb soup." His anxious stomach says otherwise when warm, yellow soup with flecks of green and orange carrots are presented to him.
“Not mine, Seungmin. It's Jooyeon's. I already told you that.”
"You can't just be all vague and shit, if you're gonna kidnap me then answer!" Each syllable drags out agonizing, as if his brain lags. Seungmin feels his eyes of weaker and honestly he's just thinking of sleeping once more and hoping it goes away.
Hyeongjun nudges the soup toward him, rolling his eyes. "It tastes good. And its fresh, don't be wasteful."
“Are you gonna kill me with that?” The soup looks warm and smells rich. As much as he wants to slurp it all down his stomach curdles with anxiety so visceral he might just throw it back up.
“It’s not poison. We never do poison.” Hyeongjun pauses. “Not gonna kill you anyhow. That would be a waste of experimentation and resources.”
Seungmin's stomach does a very uncomfortable flip. His captor talks about him like he's an object.
“Can I go home then? After?" He bargains.
This makes the man chuckle. “It depends on how well you wanna work with us. I can promise this; you’ll be out of the basement in no time. Just be a good boy, alright?"
Seungmin chokes on his spit. "Fuck you!" He weakly protests.
It’s infuriating. He's infuriating. Seungmin is not only scared for his life but is filled with so much unbridled rage he cannot properly express drugged out it makes him want to scream and throw up. Seungmin shouldn't be finding him
“Just eat your soup.”
“I feel too sick too.”
Hyeongjun rolls his eyes, then lets out a dramatic sigh. “Or don’t. But if you do on me, I wouldn't be happy. Or, if you starve or die of dehydration I wouldn't be happy with that either."
Seungmin feels his heart seize up. Hyeongjun stands in the corner, watching him with his hands folded in front of him. It’s unnerving, Seungmin can only manage a few bites of the brothy soup before it's too much. There’s a strong and pungent garlic taste with seasonings but he guesses it’s something with chicken. There are small carrots and vegetables floating around. For as good as it tastes Seungmin swallows vomit and has to stop. His stomach had probably shruken in size from the strenuous amount of time without food or water.
His hands feel better now that there isn’t rope rawly scratching friction against his wrists.
“I’ve got to go tend to things. Now that you’re awake, I must prep them.”
“Prep..what? Stop being so mysterious! If you’re gonna drug and kidnap me at least tell me what I’m gonna have to go through! What could you possibly want!”
Hyeongjun chuckles. “You won’t like it, but it shouldn’t kill you, Seumi~ You'll be alright, okay?"
Seungmin feels too sluggish and syrupy to protest when Hyeongjun turns his heels to walk out and close the door. "I'm gonna...fuckin' kill myself." He mumbles.
Seungmin is left alone again. The soup is still there if hunger tries to nip him in the ass again, even as the passing hours turn it cold. Outside? He can’t fathom what time it was now. He'd felt like he had been in here for centuries, had cried so many times, and then went to a state of numbness. There's nothing he can do to dig himself out of the situation. So, here lies Oh Seungmin. Kidnapped and defensive like a wild animal out of an instinct to live.
This time he can distinctly remember the needle being punctured in his throat a couple hours later. He whimpers and cries but doesn’t fight because he knows it’s dumb. The area is already numbed out pretty well so he doesn’t feel much but the mysterious sedative slipping into his veins and making him calm again. “I have to do this every few hours, sorry.”
“W-why…”
“Well, as we prepare things, you must be calm.” Hyeongjun wipes the little bead of blood with antiseptic. “I’ve had… patients or…victims really…be like rabid animals. I promise it’s for our own safety and I cannot risk it. It’s what I drugged you with before we got here, however…it must’ve been too strong and knocked you out for too long.”
Seungmin whimpers. Tears came and they faded, he wanted to go home, but it hadn’t been a full day of him being mostly conscious yet. He can already feel the agonizing fatigue ravage his body again. “Just let me go, please…”
“If you ask me that one more time, you’ll be beheaded.”
Seungmin’s stomach drops. Anxiety rushes through his system, but it dulls a little. He swallows so loud an atom could faintly hear it.
“Anywho, let’s get you in the shower. It’s noon, you’ll be in the operation room soon so you must shower. Come on. Quite frankly, you were out for so long you now smell a bit ill."
Seungmin lets himself be maneuvered out the chair, the ball on his ankle is freed but just before he thinks he can run out Hyeongjun is guiding him into the hallway. His hands are warm as they embrace his, keeping them behind his back as he ushers the shaking Seungmin up the room–which he now registers as a basement–as they ascend up some cold stairs and to a much more lively place. It looks like they are in a mansion. The walls are a cream color, with extravagant pieces of art hung on one side and the others are wide windows which show a sky a mix of blue and wispy clouds. The cream is accented with dark marble. Unfortunately, his muffled anxiety giving way to sleepiness made it hard to pay attention to the blending hallways and rooms they passed.
There's actually bustling life above where he was held.
It surprises but unnerves him greatly.
Sometimes they would pass people. They were dressed like maids with tired faces. Are they all held captive here? What’s the origins of him being kidnapped in a sparkling mansion of all places? Seungmin wishes he would feel more afraid, however he’s a bit too awestruck by the landscape around him. Hyeongjun is silent as he guides him, his pace is fast and makes it hard for Seungmin to keep up with. His legs feel wobbly from sitting down for so long so it’s hard to do so.
Regardless, Hyeongjun’s fixed posture relaxes when they reach a room with a closed door. It is straightforward and says bathroom.
“I’m gonna stay outside the door and you tell me when you’re done, yeah?”
“Umm… o…okay?”
“Go on in.” Hyeongjun shoves him inside. The bathroom is pristine without even a little mark of dust or dirt. The shower is a cubicle with a cute pattern of jellyfish as the curtain. “I’ll fetch you your gown, when you’re done you’ll tell me and I will pass them to you. Enjoy it but don’t take forever. They're waiting."
Seungmin hesitantly closes the door and steps inside. It feels weird to move. From sitting for so long pins and needles prickles his feet. Not only that but his limbs feel slow and heavy, they drag. He nearly trips stepping over the cubicle after warming it up. The bathroom is rather large and consists of the same colors as the hallway. He feels wrong for his disgusting, icky body to be encroaching on the beautiful architecture. He slips inside the bath after warming it up and feeling his muscles get relaxed.
The water cascades like bullets. He uses the soap to lather his nasty body, then the shampoo in his ratty hair. He’s afraid of spending too long there and risking his life. With shaky fingers he cleans himself off and he must admit, it makes him feel miles better in the present moment. He sits under the water, tears repeatedly blurring his eyes and smudging his vision mulling over what his life had become. It's one of those moments in his life where he wonders what his life would have been like had he not briefly went to search for love.
Oddly enough Hyeonjun seems fairly calm with him, but…
That could change.
He was kidnapped after all. Seungmin starts to violently sob and slam his head against the cubicle’s glass, which gets drowned by the loud hissing of steaming water. He can’t do this.
He can’t do this.
He can’t–
Everything hurts. His head, his heart, his wrists...
Somehow, Seungmin fights to get out and dries himself off. The sedation comes in waves. He becomes tired all over again and honestly, just wants to curl and and die. Maybe to escape whatever operation is waiting for him.
God, even that word makes him almost throw up.
His knees feel like jelly and they almost buckle. “I’m, um, done…” He gets close to the cracked door to whimper, breathing through another impending panic attack.
Wordlessly, Hyeongjun slips a cozy looking pink gown and pair of pants past the threshold. Seungmin slips into them and takes an embarrassingly long amount of time. He steps out after opening the door and biding the luxury bathroom a goodbye forever, perchance.
Hyeongjun smiles softly. He can clearly see Seungmin shaking and on the verge of his lungs collapsing from terror but carries little regards other than a simple side glance. “Alright, boy. Come on. Time for another adventure now that you don’t stink.”
This time Hyeongjun seems to trust him not to grip his wrists in a vice. Seungmin knows better than to disobey at this point.
They descend down in an elevator. It’s ominous and rustic-looking. The elevator clanks and creaks.
When Hyeongjun beeps the buttons hitting the final, possibly lowest floor, it infuriates Seungmin how casual it feels between them.
It’s hard to fathom days ago, they were eating supreme steak and sipping off aged red wine. Now, Seungmin feels his gut lurch in time with the clanking of the elevator. He wants to throw up. The shower was nice, however, it lasted for such a short time. The first time the elevator slides down, he wobbles a little and leans onto the side railing for support.
“Are you gonna kill m-me..?” He croaks, utterly terrified of the man who he stands next to. Cold, indifferent, quiet.
Hyeongjun sighs. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. That’s not the plan.”
Seungmin sniffles. Hyeongjun’s look is not even the slightest bit sympathetic, instead he tsks. Like Seungmin is nothing more than a lab rat–and maybe, he actually is. No, he is.
He’s smarter than to resist anything. He also loathes how aware he is that merely, he’s just out the fuck of literally everything with drugs pumping through his veins. He has no control over the lead weighing his limbs and boneless eyes wanting to slip shut and snooze. Seungmin wants to see his cats again. He wants to hold them. He wants to go back to having a normal life before he dared try and step his foot into the dating pool for one night. Can he blame himself? It’s not like Seungmin knew it would lead to… this.
As soon as the elevator door chimes open, there is a cold room bathed in an ominous atmosphere. It’s like the basement, with cracked concrete and a smelly musk he can’t identify. Even the walls are concrete. There are more hallways and Seungmin starts to shake the closer they get to the room–Hyeongjun’s laboratory–it reads. The lights are bright and fluorescent.
“I don’t wanna–”
“Get in there.” Hyeongjun calmly instructs, pushing his back as soon as the door opens. The room is white, almost pristine, and it smells like sanitization. There are plenty of white counters with vials in them, on top of shelves, medical instruments of all kinds, chairs…the room is smaller than he’d expected. Then again, he saw an entire row of these rooms. Or at least, what his panicked mind could assume. In one corner there is an operating table. The room has no windows like the previous lobby and is only marked with fluorescent lights blinding and unnatural.
Something–or someone–jumps out the corner, Seungmin cannot react much but what he does know is that he was hit in the back of the head and everything goes dark.