Seonghwa watched as the younger ran from the room covering his face with his hands. His mind was trying to process what had just happened.

One minute, Wooyoung was leaning into him like he needed someone to comfort him. And Seonghwa could see it all over his face that he did. Something had happened to the boy that had traumatized him. And whatever that was, was bad enough that once Seonghwa had tried to show him comfort, Wooyoung had changed.

Seonghwa ran through it over and over in his mind. He kept noticing Wooyoung shifting closer to him, so it was like he craved some kind of contact. He must not have been shown much affection.

He wanted the attention, so what was it that set him off?

The hug... When Seonghwa had squeezed him, that's when he had changed.

So Wooyoung didn't like hugs?

No, he had been ok with the first contact. It was the tightness that got him.

There was so many things that could mean though, but Seonghwa had a feeling that Wooyoung didn't like being confined or held.

Now that he thought about it, Wooyoung had seemed really fidgety when they had been chained and he had looked very uncomfortable.

Wanting to attempt to put this theory to the test, Seonghwa made his way to Wooyoung's room. He could hear the younger still sobbing behind the door and lifted his hand to knock.

But before he could, Yeosang came walking up. "Is everything ok?" He asked as his eyes darted to Wooyoung's door.

"I'm not sure. But I'm going to try and find out." Seonghwa shot him a small smile and Yeosang nodded in understanding before walking away.

Seonghwa lifted his hand up again and knocked gently. It sounded like something hit the floor on the other side and he flinched.

He gave Wooyoung a moment to answer, while he also pondered why he was even bothering. It's not like he knew anything about the boy. All they were doing was working together.

But he knew that's exactly why he cared. Back home, the members were his family. Or as close as to family as he could get with his father hovering over him all the time. In all reality, he never really had any friends.

Maybe he could here? They had all been given a second chance, even if they didn't deserve it. He didn't...

He knew he liked Yeosang a lot. And Yunho seemed kind and genuine. Really everyone seemed nice. The only ones that had him questioning things was San and Wooyoung.

It sounded like Yunho and Hongjoong were trying to find a way to help San.

Wooyoung on the other hand... Seonghwa thought that maybe he could help him out.

He tried knocking again and when he didn't get an answer after a few minutes, he slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Wooyoung was lying on his bed with his back to the door. He was attempting to pretend to be asleep, but the shaking shoulders and soft sniffles coming from him gave him away.

Seonghwa stepped inside and closed the door. "Wooyoung? Are you ok?" He asked gently.

The younger responded by sniffing again as he tried to pull a blanket over his head.

"Don't hide. Talk to me." Seonghwa said softly but with a slight commanding tone to his voice. He knew that sometimes that slight dominance was needed to show the other person that he was in charge but that he was also there to help.

And it worked.

Wooyoung poked his head out from under the blanket, his lower lip trembling a little, as he stared at the wall. But he still didn't say anything.

"What happened back there?" Seonghwa asked as he sat on the side of the bed and placed a hand on the younger's shoulder.

The same thing as before happened. Wooyoung seemed to relax at his touch, and Seonghwa had a feeling that if he was sitting up he would be leaning into his hand.

"I'm sorry..." Wooyoung whispered, closing his eyes. "Please don't hurt me..." He started to shake again.

Seonghwa flinched back. "Why would I hurt you?"

"Because I was bad..."

This was worse than he thought. Was the boy punished in the past for doing something wrong? Is this what pushed him to become a murderer? It would have had to have been something terrible too for it to have traumatized him this much.

"Wooyoung, you didn't do anything wrong. What makes you think you did?" Seonghwa kept his voice low as he leaned over to try and catch Wooyoung's eyes. "You were teaching me how to throw knives properly. I thought we were having a good time. I know I was."

When they flashed to his, the older could see the tears forming. "Because I ran away."

"Wooyoung, what happened to you?"

The boy flinched and closed his eyes, a small whimper escaping him as he tried to curl up into a tighter ball.

"I promise I'm not going to hurt you." Seonghwa tilted his head, hoping he sounded genuine. The fear that stayed on the younger's face made his heart break a little. He was so frightened of whatever happened to him in the past. It must have something to do with the people he had killed, if he said that they deserved it. "But who did?"

As the boy opened his eyes, there was a knock on the door.

They both turned and saw Hongjoong step in, a serious look on his face. "I need you both, now." His eyes fell on Wooyoung and his mouth opened a little. "What happened?"

Wooyoung wiped his eyes and sat up. "Nothing. What's going on?"

Seonghwa glanced at him, surprised that his voice was stronger now. His face had hardened as well. So Wooyoung had perfected shoving his emotions aside when need be... That was good when it came to what they needed to do, but very bad for Wooyoung himself.

This conversation wasn't over.

Hongjoong seemed to hesitate for a second, then looked at Seonghwa. "I need you two to go downtown. It sounds like there is a possible hostage situation and I want you to back-up the police that are already there. But don't get involved if you don't need to."

Seonghwa arched an eyebrow. "You want us to help with a hostage situation?"

"Yes. We need to start keeping watch over everything that happens. Yunho and I are getting Yeosang set up now so he can send out some drones and start observing as well. Besides Mingi, you two are the stealthiest we have, but he doesn't have the experience with fighting. I don't want any harm to come to the hostages, do you think you two can handle this if things take a turn for the worse?"

"I know I can. Will you be able to?" The older asked turning to Wooyoung.

"Yes. You can count on me." His eyes seemed to glow with excitement as a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Hongjoong glanced at him carefully. "I'm counting on you two. Now go get changed and hurry. We are running out of time. You'll be provided with a one way radio so you can hear what's being said. There's a car waiting out front." He turned and sped from the room, running to the place where they were setting up Yeosang's room.

Seonghwa and Wooyoung hurried to where they kept the uniforms and quickly changed into the all black getup. Their pants were skin tight, but flexible enough to help with mobility. Their shirts were loose button-ups, again to help with their movements. It was topped off with a black hat with a large rim and masks to cover the lower half of their faces.

Wooyoung also pulled on some fingerless leather gloves and a knife belt was strapped around his waist, the right side hanging lower than the left. He also pulled on leather boots that came up to his calves, then slipped a few knives into them.

"Aren't you afraid of getting cut?" Seonghwa asked as he fastened a holster for two pistols around his waist.

The younger just smirked at him and chuckled darkly. "My knives would never hurt me. I thought I made that clear to you before?" He winked before striding out of the room, his footsteps silent.

Seonghwa couldn't help but smile after him before following just as quietly.

The car was waiting just as Hongjoong told them, and it drove them to the back side of a building across the street from where the hostages were being held.

They quickly made their way to the roof and ran at a crouch to the edge before peering over slowly.

"There they are." Seonghwa hissed, pulling out a pair of binoculars. He peered through them and scanned the scene.

Several cop cars were parked in front of the small convenience store and all officers had their guns pointed at the building.

Wooyoung turned on the radio and set it down before looking back at the street.

The hostages were bound and being held in the back corner of the store. Two gunmen were watching over them, but they were near the freezers, so it was obvious that they were all cold.

Three more were hiding at the back of the isles and keeping an eye on the front door.

"Chief they are demanding one million, and are giving us two hours to deliver or they will start killing hostages." A police officer said in the radio.

Seonghwa dropped his binoculars and glanced at it as Hongjoong spoke. "Do we know who is being held? That is a ridiculous amount of money for commoners."

"They seem to believe that one is the son of a politician."

There was silence for a moment before Wooyoung and Seonghwa's bracelets beeped and Hongjoong's voice could be heard in the earpiece they were wearing. "Can you confirm this?"

Wooyoung held out his hand for the binoculars, so the older handed them over and pulled a scope off one of his guns.

He heard the younger swear and glanced at him. "Yeah, that's the senator's son." Wooyoung muttered. His voice was trembling and so were his hands. "Hongjoong they have them shoved against the freezers. They aren't going to last much longer. I can be in and out of there in a flash."

"No, it's too risky." Hongjoong said at the same time Seonghwa said "No."

There was no way Wooyoung could go in there by himself. There could be more men hiding in there that they hadn't found yet.

"This is what I do Hongjoong. I get in and get out without being seen. I can do this."

Seonghwa grabbed his shoulder and yanked on him, forcing the younger to look at him. "Are you crazy? You can't go down there. There are too many of them!" Concern for the younger flooded through him, especially when he saw the deadly glint in Wooyoung's eyes.

"And you'll be covering my back." Wooyoung said as he nodded at Seonghwa's gun.

Then he spun on his heel and ran back to the stairs.

"Fuck! Wooyoung get back here!"

"Seonghwa what's going on?" Hongjoong asked, his tone understandably angry.

"He's gone." Seonghwa said as he quickly reattached the scope to his gun and aimed it at the street, looking for Wooyoung's shape to cross the street.

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I'm not." Seonghwa said as his breathing got quicker.

"All units stand down. I have an asset going in to try and handle this." Hongjoong said urgently over the radio.

"Come again Chief? Who is going in?" One of the officers asked.

There was a long silence and Seonghwa was pretty sure Hongjoong was flipping out back at the precinct.

He caught a flash of movement and saw Wooyoung dash across the street and head down the alley that led to the back of the store. "He's almost there."

"He's one of mine. Do. Not. Shoot. Him." Hongjoong said, his voice commanding enough that it sent chills down Seonghwa's spine. "I have a sniper on the roof. Keep up the barricade though to try and distract them."

"Yes, Sir."

Seonghwa's heart pounded as he trained his scope on the back of the store, waiting for any sign of Wooyoung to appear at the back of the store.

One thing was certain though, if Wooyoung made it out of this alive, Seonghwa was going to kill him.