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Yoosung quietly got up from the couch, adjusting his eyes to the darkness.

He heard everything that the group said. It made his heart ache, knowing that he is bassically betraying them.

"This is for them... for [Y/N]..." He muttered. But everytime he said this.. he feels like that purpose is fading away.

'They don't need you anymore Yoosung'

'You never even had a purpose to be with them in the first place.'

'Because you were such a clingy little crybaby, she had to include you in'

'You were just there because of her'

These were some thoughts that Saeran put into his head..

As he got up from the couch, he reached into his pockets and brought out a little earpiece. He put it in his ear and turned it on.

"I'm in." He whispered, looking around and taking in the surroundings.

'Her apartment.....'

"Good~ I've disabled the camera's in the apartment room, but you only have 30 minutes." Saeran voice spoke through the ear piece.

Yoosung walked around carefully throughout the apartment room and looked through drawers, desks, and shelves to see if there was anything useful to Saeran. He came upon a desk with a computer on it and decided to go on it. He sat down in the leather chair and turned on the computer.

While the computer was turning on, he noticed pictures on the desk.

He grabbed one particular frame and his hands started to shake.

It was his cousin.

It was his cousin smiling.

The cousin who was claimed dead.

The so called cousin who he loved dearly.

The cousin who Yoosung cannot say.

Tears all of a sudden were dripping onto the picture.

He snapped out of his mini trance and touched his now wet cheeks. He didn't know that he started to cry.

"R-rika..." Yoosung stuttered out.

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Yoosung was strapped onto a chair. He now had a shock collar, that they normally used for dogs, around his neck.

He stared aimlessly at the ground. His hair was tangled and ruffled and his eyes were dark and baggy. Yoosung's lips were starting to crack as a sign of dehydration.

A door opened and Yoosung flinched.

"P-please... why am I still h-here" He coughed as his voice started to sound hoarse.

Saeran ignored him and walked over to a table. He sat on it and watched intensely at the shivering blond.

"I told you that you would get more answers from someone like Seven or that lying V.. So why keep--"

"Because I want Saeyoung to finally feel what it's like to have someone they love closely all of a sudden disapear and come back, stabbing him in the back." Saeran interupted
and crossed his arms.

"W-why? What has Seven ever done to you? And why keep me, a guy who absolutely doesn't know anything?!" Yoosung kept on asking questions, coughing every now and then.

Saeran stifled a laugh.

"Well you're the most gullible one of the group. So you're the perfect bait. And Seven... you don't even know that guy.. his "backstory"..... His secrets." Saeran said, his voice echoing in the empty, cold room.

Yoosung stayed quiet.

He knew that part was true about him. But Seven? Yoosung knew he kept some secrets, but what did he do to make this guy go all crazy?

A thought popped into his head.
He didn't know why this name came up. It was the biggest mystery that linked all of the RFA together.

But his mistake was saying it out loud.

"Rika..."

Saeran snapped his attention towards the boy.

"Don't say that name" He hissed. Yoosung raised his head to look at the psychopath.

"You know Rika??" Yoosung asked. He bit his bottom lip--

*SMACK*

Yoosung felt a hot, stinging pain on his right cheek. Saeran glared at Yoosung and came up close to his face.

"Do not say that witch's name in front of me again" He growled. Yoosung trembled. But he cleared his throat and kept persisting.

"So you do know her! A-and why do you say that she's a witch?! She's my cousin! Rika was--"

Yoosung stopped as he screamed in pain.

Saeran pressed a button that triggered the collar to shock him at high power.

Sweat trickled down the blond's forehead as stinging tears streamed down his cheeks.

Saeran stayed quiet, clenching his fists, and quickly left the room.

Yoosung wanted to leave.. he wanted to see his friends again.

He really really wanted to see [Y/N]..

But why did Rika always pop up when he mentioned [Y/N]?

"I-"

"I miss them all.." He started to sob.

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"Yoosung!!"

Yoosung blinked and his vision was all blurry. When he wiped the tears from his eyes, he saw [Y/N] in front of him, holding his shoulders.

"Yoosung.. are you ok??! You should be resting!" [Y/N] freaked out, but flinched when the young boy quickly wrapped his hands around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.

She hugged back, stroking the ruffled up hair.

"I-i'm sorry." Yoosung said. [Y/N] tilted her head to the side.

"I'm so so sorry that you have to see me this way."

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