"You good Sunhee?" Haechan asked.

A bitter laugh escaped her. "Are any of us good?" She questioned. "The question is are you okay. I know you loved-"

Haechan cut her off by shaking his head. "I-it hurts. Is it supposed to hurt this much." Pain clouded his gaze. This wasn't as simple as a visible wound, they could always go to Renjun to fix that, but something like heartbreak wasn't so easily healed.

Sunhee's eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry." she said lamely. 

Haechan merely held out his hand and hoisted Sunhee into the randomly spacious vent. Why it was so big they didn't know.

He handed her a bobbie pin, and she went to work trying to unlock the handcuffs. Chenle taught her how to do a while back, and she's never been more grateful for it. She'd been bored and both her and Chenle decided to do something productive.

After she got the cuffs of she through them back into the cell, ignoring the loud cling when it landed on the floor. 

Sunhee nodded towards Haechan and they started crawling through the vents. Whether it was up or down, left or right the pair didn't make a sound. They had too much at stake to mess this up. They had to get home to their family.

Then all of sudden voices floated into the vents. Both Haechan and Sunhee froze recognizing them as Ten, Taeyong, and Mark.

"Surely you have to know their real names."