Jongho did everything he could to keep himself busy during the next several weeks. Which wasn't much...

Their group was just playing the waiting game now.

None of them went outside unless it was absolutely necessary. Hongjoong had even posted signs to make it look like his store had been shut down by the Pack. It wasn't an uncommon sight so most people would avoid it.

There was one day that it sounded like someone was up there turning the place upside down. When Yeosang sent out a drone he confirmed it was a couple Pack members, most likely trying to find any hidden secrets, but Hongjoong was smart and cunning.

They were safe as long as they stayed there.

San recovered quickly. His ribs healed just fine and it sounded like the chip was operating perfectly. He wasn't complaining of any headaches or pain like he would before.

When he wasn't having tests run on him, he was sitting beside Yunho.

The older's progress was much slower. He had lost a lot of blood in the car crash. There were a few days they were worried they might lose him when a fever set in. His head would rock back and forth and he would moan uncontrollably.

San had been in hysterics the entire time. So had Mingi.

But Dr. Kim came back often and helped him through it.

Now Yunho was on the road to recovery. He still had problems with exhaustion and could only do so much for short periods of time, but he was determined to get better. He had lost it when Yeosang told him that his car had been recovered and was being repaired too, which set him back a couple of days because he exhausted himself.

Jongho glanced over at where Yunho was doing some stretches with Mingi and Yeosang. His eyes lingered on Yeosang and he felt his chest tighten. They still had yet to make up fully. Right now they were civil toward each other, but Yeosang had been spending the night in the med bay to be closer to San and Yunho, leaving Jongho alone every night.

He didn't know what to do. Part of him was still mad at Yeosang for how he had been acting since Mingi showed up, and the other part wanted to grovel at Yeosang's feet and beg for forgiveness.

Why did he have to be like this?

He felt so lost...

Everyone here had a job to do or something they could contribute. All he had was his strength. He wasn't smart, cunning, or fast. How was he supposed to help them...

"Hey."

Jongho turned around to see Wooyoung walking over. He nodded in response and looked back at the others.

"How's he doing?" Wooyoung stopped next to him and leaned against the wall.

"Fine. Doc says his leg is healing nicely. He should be able to get up and around here soon. Everything seems to have healed, now it's just building up strength."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that. Are you busy right now?"

Jongho shook his head and glared at the ground. "No."

"Would you min-"

"Grocery run?" Jongho muttered, knowing exactly what Wooyoung wanted.

The older rubbed the back of his head and shifted in place, sensing Jongho's discomfort. "I know, I'm sorry, it's just..."

"I'm expendable." Jongho kept his voice quiet, not intending anyone to hear his thoughts, but Wooyoung did.

"That's not true! You're just not as well known as the rest of us. It's safest for you to venture out. It's nothing against you at all." Wooyoung reached out to place a hand on Jongho's arm, but he yanked it away. "Why are you doing this?"

Jongho hated that his mind was taking him down this path. He knew Wooyoung's words were true, but he couldn't help it. He just wanted to belong...

Without another word, Jongho turned around to head to the garage. A workbench was set up in the corner where he stared at the improved earpieces Yeosang had made for a long moment before sighing and fitting one into his ear. He also grabbed two hand guns and a couple of extra clips that he slipped into holsters situated on his sides, just in case.

When he got into the car, he pressed the button to turn it on and logged into the computer that would connect him with Hongjoong's mainframe. Through there, they could track where the car was and he could access information in their system with a special login.

Of course, the only information he needed was the grocery list and the code to have a temporary credit card printed for him.

Jongho knew that as soon as he accessed the system it would alert Yeosang that a car was leaving, so there was no point in calling it in.

He pulled out of the garage and took the designated back alleys before merging onto a main road.

"Jongho?" Yeosang's voice came through his ear piece, making Jongho's heart skip a beat. Like it always did. "Where are you going?"

"Grocery run."

"Oh. You left without saying goodbye." The hacker's tone was soft, but there was obvious hurt in it too.

"You were busy."

"Jongho..." A harsh sigh came through the speaker. "I'm sorry. When you come back, we should talk. Please?"

The younger clenched his jaw and shook his head, even though he knew it couldn't be seen. "Why? So you can tell me how foolish I'm being?"

"No. So we can work this out. I miss you."

The words washed over Jongho and he let out a sob. Tears started to run down his cheeks and he pulled over to the side of the road. So many thoughts stated buzzing through his mind. He missed Yeosang so much, but he couldn't stop dark ones that threatened to take over.

"Jongie?"

"I miss you too." He whispered.

He heard a relieved sigh and leaned forward to press his head to the steering wheel. "Just come back, please. One of us can go out later for supplies."

"I'm already out. I'll get what we need and come back."

"I'll be waiting, love."

Jongho exhaled sharply and straightened up. Just hearing Yeosang say that made him feel a little better. But there was still the fact that he felt out of place.

Those thoughts plagued him the entire drive to the store.

Ever since leaving his home, he just... didn't belong. What could he possibly do to fix that?

The answer came to him almost immediately.

Two Pack cars sped by him chasing after a small black car with flames. Everyone else on the street pulled to the side, knowing not to interfere with Pack business.

Jongho, on the other hand, took this moment to pull out behind them and start following them. He knew it was probably a foolish thing to do, but this was the first sign of a Pack car on the streets for a couple of weeks now.

It had been too quiet, and now was his chance to see what was going on.

"Jongho what are you doing?" Yeosang chimed in as soon as he realized Jongho had driven past the store.

"Checking up on something."

"What..." The older fell silent and Jongho knew he was calling forth one of his drones.

Jongho yanked on the steering wheel to make a sharp turn when the three cars in front of him did. They sped down a back alley and cut across the main road again, causing other cars to swerve out of the way.

"Stop, turn around." Yeosang begged. "You can't do this on your own."

"I'm already doing it. I'll get good information for us, I promise."

"Why are you making it sound like you have to prove yourself?"

"Because I do!" Jongho growled. "I'll make you proud." His mind was already set. He ripped the earpiece out and set it aside.

He watched as the Pack cars turned into the parking lot for some kind of big shopping center and looked around for the car they had been chasing. It was abandoned in front of the doors. Whoever had been driving it had felt inside one of the buildings.

Jongho jumped out of the car and locked it before running toward where he saw a couple of men in black running inside.

Everyone started flooding out of the doors immediately. The public knew better than to stick around in times like this, and many of them looked even more worried.

Jongho caught some of them saying it had been a long time since a sighting, confirming all of his suspicions. He pulled out one of his guns and bent forward a little, running forward on the balls of his feet to keep his footsteps muffled.

The store they were in was a large hardware store. Isles were lined with different tools and machines, anything one would need to to fix, build, or repair anything.

He could hear the Pack members talking about splitting up, that the target needed to be apprehended.

If Jongho could get one of them on his own... then he could bring him back to the others for interrogation.

He would be a hero.

Jongho bit his lip and continued to follow behind them, choosing the smaller of the two once they split up.

The few random shoppers they came across all fled as soon as they noticed what was going on.

When he got a little closer, he picked up a heavy wrench from the shelf next to him and flipped it over in his hand a couple of times before hurling it at the Pack member.

It clipped the side of his head with enough force that he collapsed with a grunt.

Jongho hurried forward and checked to make sure the man was unconscious before he started dragging him back to the entrance of the store.

He was too preoccupied with that to notice five other men running at him until it was too late.

An arm wrapped around his throat and squeezed, cutting off his air and making him let go of the man. He grappled with the arm and threw his weight forward, tossing the man over his shoulders and onto the ground.

Two more descended on him in seconds, grabbing his arms and pulling them apart so that he couldn't get any momentum.

"Let go of me you bastards!" Jongho growled, still trying to plant his feet and throw the Pack members around.

Panic started to set in when two more appeared in front of him pointing guns at his head. "Stop struggling, you're coming with us."

"Sir." One of them said into a wristband he was wearing. "We got one."

Jongho's eyes widened. Could this have been a trap? Did he fall for something so simple?

He roared and flexed his arms, using all his strength to try and free them. He managed to pull one away and swung it around to slam his fist into the other man's face, enjoying the crunch he felt beneath his knuckles.

"FREEZE!"

Jongho spun around and dove into another isle, scooping up as many things as he could at the same time.

As soon as other man turned the corner, Jongho threw the screwdriver in his hand with amazing force. It embedded itself deep into the man's shoulder and sent him falling to the ground.

He had done it again... He had messed up in every way possible and now he didn't know how to get out of it.

The sound of movement drew his attention again and Jongho threw another screwdriver, but this one was dodged. So was the next.

Jongho ran as fast as he could for the front of the store.

Why did he have to be such a fool?! He should have left the ear piece in!

A single gunshot ruined any chance he had of escaping.

The bullet pierced his left thigh, causing Jongho to cry out and tumbled forward. He caught himself using his arms, but the pained coursed through his body and made it impossible to get up.

"Take him away." One of the men growled. "Restrain him."

Jongho felt himself trembling as he was forced onto his stomach so that his hands could be tied behind his back. The men wound the rope around his torso several times, biding him tight.

There was no chance of escape now.

He was dragged out of the store and thrown into the back of one of the cars he had been pursuing.

"Yes, we have him. We are on our way back."

Jongho closed his eyes and tried to figure out how he could get away... but he had no ideas. He was useless... as always.

And now he had put their entire operation in danger.

What a fool he had been.

"Please... forgive me."