Chanyeol represented and submitted their project to the teacher, and he let Baekhyun progress his way to the club that Taeyeon invited him. Before getting home, he overpassed his schoolmate in the hall, Luhan. "Hey Chanyeol, want some coffee?" Luhan asked and Chanyeol nodded. He dropped a gold coin in the vending machine, and got Chanyeol a coffee. Before Chanyeol can get hold of it, Luhan insisted. "I'll mix them for you." Again, Chanyeol bobbed his head and went to the toilet. He checked the time, and it's only 9pm. 2 hours before he calls.

The moment Chanyeol exposed from the toilet, Luhan handed him the free coffee that he wants. Luhan bid goodbye and drive himself home. So did Chanyeol.

He kept wandering around his room, predicting what already happened to him while drinking his unfinished coffee that Luhan gave him. Chanyeol might have this regretful feeling inside that he didn't accompanied Baekhyun from going to the club. He's with Taeyeon and nothing will happen to him, the giant thought as he tried to calm down himself. But, why does it feel odd? Something's not going right, again he manage to get the strange thoughts and idea out of his head.

"He promised to call by 11pm. We had an agreement that I'll get him after they're finish." Chanyeol murmured between his breath, while clasping his hair using his hand. He confirmed the time, 10:03pm. "He is Byun Baekhyun, and he can't break promises." The giant postured himself between his squishy pillows and grasped it dense and hard like he'll never let go unless Baekhyun calls.

Little did he know, he fell asleep.

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Taeyeon's been having thinking what could happened to Baekhyun, he's been missing for already 3 hours. She couldn't reach out for Chanyeol; apparently, she already left 24 missed calls to Chanyeol. Again, she roamed the whole club just to find Baekhyun, and now she found herself standing next to the table full of empty bottles of alcohols near the toilet for blokes. Taeyeon's losing hope on finding Baekhyun.

"Fck," she muttered between her panting breath. "This is all my fcking fault. If I only accompanied him in the toilet, then this wouldn't happen. He's FCKING NEW here, Taeyeon!" That's when Taeyeon couldn't bear it anymore, but to cry. She kept on blaming and declaring to herself that it is her own fault.

Not until she heard a ring coming from someone's phone. A phone placed on the table, she's standing next to. Taeyeon captured a glance on the phone, and what she saw made her even more worried.

I.D Caller: Park Chanyeol

"Fck my life, this must be Baekhyun's phone!"

Taeyeon went back to the ladies she invited, bidding her goodbye to all of them. There was a guilt assembling piece by piece. She already tried her best to reach out for Baekhyun's friends, yet none of them knows where on earth Baekhyun is.

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Back in the apartment, Chanyeol woke up with this dizzy feeling girdling around his head. He tried all his might to open his eyes, but he couldn't. Not until the thought of Baekhyun came rushing in his mind. Without any hesitations, Chanyeol swiftly took his phone from his desk and saw the time 1:36am and 24 missed calls from Kim Taeyeon. Unfortuantely, no missed calls from Byun Baekhyun. No single messages left for him to read. No voice messages. No signs from Baekhyun. "For hell's sake, why on universe did I fell asleep!?" He didn't make any call back to Taeyeon, and rapidly dialed Baekhyun's number to check if he's alright. "Please answer, please answer, please answer. Baekhyun please. I'm gonna die if you're not going to answer. Answer the damn phone!"

The line didn't went out, instead someone answered it.

"Hello Baekhyun! Where are you! Why didn't you called me?! Should I pick you up?! It's already 1 in the midnight, I'll pick you up, alright?! Don't move, stay whe----"

"Calm down Park Chanyeol!" Exclaimed the female voice.

"H-hello? B-baekhyun? D-don't kid a-around, p-please?"

"Chanyeol, this is Taeyeon speaking. I don't know how to say this to you, b-but let's meet right now. You need to help me. P-please. I w-won't really f-forgive m-myself. M-meet me, outside the club. PLEASE RIGHT NOW." Taeyeon blurted out through the line, and hang up, leaving Chanyeol dumbfounded. But he quickly went out to his car, without even changing from PJs into casual clothes.

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-Taeyeon's POV-

After answering Chanyeol's call from Baekhyun's phone, I immediately made my way outside the club. I want to have a dead serious conversation with him. I couldn't calm myself at all. Who wouldn't panick? Baekhyun's been missing for 3 hours! My nerves are going to wreck sooner or later. My feet gone sore. My mind kept on stressing me. My heart trembling and pounding hardly, like it felt something gone wrong.

The club's exit door flashed open, and revealed drunk men exiting the club with two teenagers chained. They passed by me, and I could smell the bad odour of them all. The cigarettes, alcohols and beers, I could smell them all. It's lingering in my nose, and started covering my very own nose. I hate their smell.

"Let those two sluts enter the van." I sensed the two teenagers are bulging from the several drunk men, but they punched them hardly on their stomachs. I kept an eye on them, while I was waiting for Chanyeol. Torned garments, they're wearing torned garments. The two guys has sore faces, it seems like these drunk men had tortured them. Blood rushing on the smaller guy's neck. Hickeys; reddish hickeys surrounding each other's neck. Their faces, I couldn't see their own eyes because it's sore and puffy...I guess they couldn't see anything at all. Until I took a stare on the smaller guy's clothes, I realised that I'm fcking dumb to realise things lately. My tears streamming down my face.

I-it's B-Baekhyun...

Those were his garments when he got here. H-how come I d-didn't n-notice a-at all?

"Get them and just throw them inside the van. Wait for me inside, I'll just smoke here. Got it?" I pretended not to hear every single word that the mastermind had declared to them. For the last glance, I looked a Baekhyun with teary eyes. But he's not looking back at me. He doesn't have the strength to look at anything.

"I'll get you back Byun Baekhyun."

The old man was left with his fellow bastards. He's probably smoking weeds right now, and I'm holding the bridge of my nose, because I don't want to sense the horrible odour of it. "I know you heard it all." I swallowed a chunk of my saliva. I didn't dare to look at them, not a single glance. Pretending not to hear it, I took a step away from them.

In only a matter of short time, he finally arrived.

"Fck thank goodness." I yelled and ran to Chanyeol, tears streamming down my cheeks. "C-chanyeol, I s-saw B-Baekhyun! H-he's t-tortured..." I broke down on the ground, crying. "H-he's been k-kidnapped! P-please, l-let's s-save him!" I'm pleading him in small voice, yet he could hear it. I'm pleading in my small voice just in case the men will hear us. My hands and body continued on trembling. I knew he's tryin to sink it all in his mind. He's trying to calm himself. He's trying his best not to panic.

"P-plate number." He uttered. "P-pardon?" What does he mean by plate number? "Get the fcking plate number of the van! We need to get the plate number!" I immediately took my phone out, and made sure the old men and his troupe aren't around anymore. Before the van could get farther from us, I took a picture, not a close one, of their platenumber.

"Hop inside my car." I didn't ask any questions anymore, and I still want Byun Baekhyun to live.

"We're going to follow them." Chanyeol switched his engine on and took off. The van is really far away from us, but we could see where the hell they are going.

"Chanyeol I won't tell you to slow down because I know how it feels, but our speed has already reached 140! The limit in this road is a hundred!" He didn't listened to me, instead he just let his speed stay like that.

The traffic light turned red, yet Chanyeol proceeded from driving, he really didn't gave a fck about that fcking traffic light. His main focus for now is his Byun Baekhyun.

Not until we heard the polices coming behind us. He had to stop, or else they're going to put him behind the bars. Chanyeol hit the brake really hard that made me jump off my seat. He opened his windows and had a dead serious talk with the police.

"PLEASE LET US GO! WE'RE CHASING A VAN! WE'RE CHASING THE VAN WHO KIDNAPPED MY BYUN BAEKHYUN!" He exclaimed really loud, the beast inside had came out roaring. The police still spoke a warning over him proceeding on the red light.

"We won't believe you, unless you come with us on the police station. Explain everything there. Before that, we need you to take this breathing test." The policewoman said calmly. As soon as she said that, she handed Chanyeol a breath tester. "Give me that. Fck." Chanyeol cursed, and took the breath tester. It's the Drug and Drinking Drive test.

"Unfortunately, Mister. You definitely need to go with us in Police Station. We detected you're highly on drugs. The results had shown us, you're high. Come on out, and go with us." What the heck?! Park Chanyeol is on drugs!? H-how c-come?!

"C-chanyeol...you t-took d-drugs?" His face became pale. He couldn't speak at all. He's worried and been thinking about Baekhyun all the time.

"No, I didn't..."