Everything happened so fast...

One second, San was looking in the rear view mirror to see how close the cars behind them were, and the next his entire world was spinning.

The car hit them at just a bit of an angle, so even though it slammed into San's door, it sent them spinning in a tight circle for several meters.

He instantly registered pain in his right leg and shoulder, but that was quickly forgotten when they clipped a curb and started cartwheeling over and over and over.

A hand pressed up against his chest at one point, keeping him pressed back to his seat, and then his face was engulfed by the airbag.

It took every ounce of control in his body to not let it flop around like a rag doll. But San knew they were in bad shape.

The car only stopped rolling when it slammed into a pole. It hit with enough force in the drivers side that the car bent around it a little.

Everything was fuzzy when San tried to open his eyes. Something went dripped on his cheek and he barely registered that he was upside down.

"Yun..." His throat was scratchy when he tried to speak. He blinked several times and slowly turned his head to look at Yunho.

The driver was unconscious and barely hanging from his seat. It looked like there was shrapnel embedded in his shoulder and chest...

"Yun..." He tried again.

He could still hear the ringing in his ears. There was also pressure building somewhere.

Something started to shake the car and he turned to see a few pairs of legs outside his window. Someone was bent over and trying to open his door.

San squeezed his eyes shut and licked his lips. They tasted like blood...

A groan came from next to him and he looked back at Yunho. The driver looked just as dazed as he felt. "Yun..."

San.

The pressure started building even more and San whimpered. His eyes started searching for the headband. It must have fallen off in the crash.

San. We've missed you.

"N-No." He forced out.

Yunho groaned again and San wanted to lean into him for strength.

But the door next to him was finally yanked open and hands were dragging him from the wreckage. "Yun... N-No... S-S-Stop..."

Don't fight them, San. They are trying to help you. They are going to bring you home.

San wanted nothing more than to fight the hands holding him. They dragged him away from the car and laid him on his back to examine him. One complained to another about being more careful with the hit next time, another urged them to hurry.

He screamed when someone touched his shoulder.

You're going to be ok, San. We are going to protect you. Take a deep breath.

He did. The voices were a comfort he didn't realize he needed right now. They were soft and comforting, like they were waiting for him with open arms.

But that wasn't right... He didn't want them anymore. San turned his head to the side and reached for the car with his left hand. Yunho was still in there. He needed to save him.

No San. He will only hurt you. Leave him to die. He stole you from us!

But he didn't. San wanted to scream or call out, anything to even make sure that Yunho was alive. Tears pooled in his eyes as he continued to reach out.

San, don't let them win! We have taken care of you. We are the ones who will always protect you. We love you.

"Yunho... loves... me..." San whispered.

Pain.

Torture.

Bloodcurdling screams.

San's head felt like it was being ripped apart. He convulsed in the ground while the voices punished him.

It's all lies!! He will never love you, he will only use you!! Why do you think he hasn't come to help you? You are NOTHING to him. NOTHING!!

San couldn't even muster the strength to scream anymore. His mother was open but nothing came out. All he could do was think 'I'm sorry' over and over.

When the screeching finally stopped, he was a trembling mess in the middle of the closed down intersection.

Trust us, San. Come home to us. Come home.

The last thing he remembered was opening his eyes to see someone snapping his headband before he blacked out.

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"MINGI!!" Yeosang yelled while flinging himself into the storage room.

The thief immediately stood up and ran to him. "What is it?"

"Yunho. Crash. No time. Hurry." He panted.

Mingi didn't need to be told twice. He bolted from the room and ran straight for the garage. Jongho was already waiting for him in a car.

Neither of them spoke and Jongho slammed on the gas before Mingi even had a chance to buckle himself in.

Several weapons had been tossed in the back seat, so Mingi forgot about the seat belt and leaned through the middle to grab several guns.

He opened up each one to check for bullets. The snapping of metal seemed to focus his terrified mind.

A drone dropped down in front of the windshield, ready to guide them to their destination.

"What happened?" Mingi asked, keeping his eyes locked in the drone.

"Here." Jongho held out a small round object then pointed to his own ear when Mingi took it. He had an identical one in already. "Prototype."

Mingi nodded and fit the device in his ear.

Yeosang's voice immediately entered his head. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"If you lose me, switch to the talkies."

"What happened?" Mingi asked again, this time with a growl.

"They were on the last camera when they picked up a tail. Yunho tried to lose them, but they somehow herded them into a trap. Someone t-boned him. I think they are after San."

"Fuck." Mingi punched his own leg and glared out the window.

Jongho sped up and weaved in and out of traffic. "How close?" He asked.

"Two blocks. Be ready, they are armed." Yeosang warned.

"So are we." Mingi cocked his guns and rolled down his window.

Jongho took a sharp turn two blocks later and the wreck was easy to see. Yunho's precious car was upside down and partially wrapped around a lamp post. Several men were gathered in the middle of the street and a few more were stopping traffic and ordering people to turn around.

"Drive by first." Mingi said, then he rolled down the window and hoisted himself out so that he was sitting down and he could lean out the car.

"Mingi, are you crazy?!" Jongho shouted.

The thief ignored him though. He hooked one foot under the dashboard to anchor himself, leaned out a little further so he could use both guns, and open fired once they were close enough to the men in the street.

Pulling the trigger was so easy. And doing it multiple times was even easier.

The men scrambled as soon as his bullets impaled their bodies. Many of them jerked in place and fell to the ground, a few others dove to the side and pulled out their own guns.

Jongho yanked on the wheel to turn the car, trying to shield Mingi from the barrage of metal flying at them.

"One more pass, let's get rid of them!" Mingi shouted.

He heard Jongho growl in frustration but he did as he was asked. The tires squealed against the pavement.

But there was something that he heard above the tires that made his heart drop. It made Mingi lower his guns and he tossed them on the seat so he could push himself up a little higher. Lying amongst the fallen bodies was San... He was screaming and spasming in the middle of the road.

"Jongho, STOP!" He ordered.

The car jerked forward and Mingi used that momentum to fling himself out of the car. When he hit the ground, he rolled over and sprang up on his feet while pulling two more guns out of his coat pockets and taking a shot at anything that moved.

More gunfire came from behind him and Mingi chanced a glance over his shoulder to see Jongho following close behind him. Knowing he had the cover, he dropped down to slide across the pavement to come to a stop next to San. "Hey, hey, hey, I'm here." He said, leaning forward to place his hands on either side of San's face. "San, I need you to look at me."

He bent forward and ran his fingers through San's hair. No headband... This was so much worse that he had hoped it would be.

"Get off me!" San yelled, then rocked his body to try and knock Mingi off balance. His gaze had darkened for a moment, but then he winced in pain.

Another quick sweep of the eyes revealed to Mingi that he had been seriously injured in the accident. If he was in this condition...

Yunho. Where was Yunho?

Mingi glanced back at the car and let out a strangled cry when he saw the older still stuck inside. "Yeosang, we need some help here. Please."

"Help is on the way. Hang tight."

Mingi looked up at where a drone was hovering above him. He was so grateful Yeosang was keeping on them. He was their guardian angel.

Below him, San started to struggle again. Mingi carefully swung a leg over him so he could straddle San's waist and keep him pinned to the ground. "San. San, focus on me. You can fight this. Think of your life. Think of Yunho."

San paused and his face scrunched up in pain. "Yun..."

"That's right. Yunho. Fight for Yunho."

"Mingi, we have to move, you're too vulnerable!" Jongho hurried over and loaded another clip into his gun before aiming at a car that several men were hiding behind.

"He's too injured. I don't want to move him anymore." Mingi moved up so that he could gently press his knees against San's hands so that he could free his own and join Jongho in defending themselves.

An engine roared to their left and one of Hongjoong's trucks came into view. And boy did he have a deadly look in his eyes. He stuck an arm out his window and started unloading rounds as fast as he could.

Harnessed in the back, attached to railing on the back of the truck and standing up with a rifle in his hands, was Seonghwa. He took down target after target with pinpoint accuracy.

When the truck came to a stop, Wooyoung jumped out of the passenger door and ran over to Mingi. "How can I help?" He asked.

Mingi had to admit, he looked like the old Wooyoung now. His face was was focused and deadly. He was in whatever suit Seonghwa had given him and he was decked out in all sorts of knives. "Yunho is still trapped in the car. I need you to see if you can get him out. Hurry."

Wooyoung darted by in a second.

"Mingi!" Hongjoong shouted out of his truck. "Mingi we need to go! There are more coming!"

"San is too hurt. Moving him could make it worse, and I don't know what state Yunho is it!" The thief yelled back.

"We have to risk it. Seonghwa, keep covering us."

Seonghwa didn't even bat an eyelash as he pinpointed his next target.

Hongjoong slipped out the passenger door and ran over to kneel next to Mingi. San was still trying to pull his hands free and was whimpering in pain.

"His headband is gone." Mingi grunted.

"We'll deal with it. Jongho, grab the rope in the bed." Hongjoong ordered.

The younger nodded and ran forward, returning quickly with the rope. The three of them worked to loop it around San's flailing limb, binding him so that his arms were flush to his body to keep them as straight as possible.

Then Jongho and Hongjoong carefully lifted him up to lay him down in the back seat.

Mingi was about to go help when Wooyoung's panicked voice called out behind him. "Mingi! I can't get him out and I don't think he's breathing!"