Evan woke up with bleary vision and a stunned mind that was spinning before. Instead of focusing on his limbs that were currently tied together or the fact that he wasn't in his penthouse nor bank (and he must say he was thankful that he could actually remember where he was before, which meant that he was pretty damn attached to the bank or his memory was still running well even though the gears in his mind felt like they had stopped.) He took a deep breath then began to focus on his surroundings, noticing that this was a place he had never seen before. For being kidnapped by a group of mysterious guys, he must admit they had a nice hideout.

The light grey walls weren't freshly painted, but none of them had started to mold or chip so that was an extra point in their book. The room was small, but it still had enough room to fit a twin bed mattress that was big enough for his whole body (he didn't regret working out but in some instances like this where if they had too small of a bed, his buffness would not have been in his favor), a dark wood desk accompanied by a chair of the same color and material, and a lamp that sat idly in the corner. There was a small plant and papers left on the desk, but Evan noticed that the plant had been placed in a weird place on the desk. It wasn't in the corner or directly in the middle but rather in the top right quadrant of the desk, more so near the middle of the desk but not there and to the right a bit. Evan wondered why it was placed there and not some place else but as the day went on and the sun got higher in the sky, he would notice then.

He decided to finally move, feeling like he had wasted enough time sitting on the ground and not moving around his legs. He didn't want his body to fall victim to laziness and so when he tried to move, he had to admit that he was not surprised to find that one of his ankles had been handcuffed to a mount on the wall. Letting out a quiet groan, he fell back onto the bed, now beginning to wonder how long they would keep him captive in this hole.

He didn't have too much time to think before the door to the room had barged open, letting in more bright light than he would have liked. There stood eagle mask, and behind him red sock dude. Evan wished that eagle mask wouldn't keep that mask on because those eyes creeped the hell out of him since they followed wherever he moved (or could shift his body), but respecting that they probably wanted to keep their identities secret he decided that he wouldn't bring it up. Unlike the creepy eagle mask, the guy under it was much nicer and motherly, which pleased Evan. In this weird of a place, he felt like he could trust this guy, and sure he may not know how long he'll be there, but he'll at least have someone to talk to. Red sock guy was much different compared to eagle mask guy.

Red sock guy, unlike eagle mask guy, was much colder towards Evan. His gaze was always on their prisoner (Evan almost laughed at not just the term, but the fact that red sock guy couldn't trust some guy they easily kidnapped. Sure, Evan may work out and look tough as fuck, but because of how starving he was, it would be hard to keep up his stamina and accuracy if he were to try and fight one of these guys), and only flickered every so often to eagle mask when the guy did something nice. It was almost as if red sock guy was trying to tell eagle mask with his eyes to not be nice to Evan but oh well, too late.

"Do you have any questions?" Eagle mask asked and Evan nodded then opened up his mouth to only find that in the presence of either one of these guys, or even both, or maybe in the face of this whole situation, his voice was nowhere to be heard.

He tried to speak again but to no avail, his voice was not working. His heart beats weren't rapid like the day before, and his mind felt more calm, so why couldn't he speak? Why couldn't he find the voice when he already had the words? Why couldn't he-

"Do you need water?" Eagle mask asked and Evan wondered if that was why.

Evan nodded and eagle mask stood up, walked over to red sock guy, whispered something that Evan didn't bother to try and hear, then left the two alone. Evan now felt even more nervous under the harsh gaze of red sock who, Evan forgot to mention earlier, was holding a gun and looked ready to murder someone whenever he looked towards Evan. Eagle mask came back with a fresh glass of water and walked towards Evan and handed it over slowly to him, who took it with barely shaking hands. Evan downed the water, taking back the eagle mask dude who let out a quiet gasp while red sock guy seemed to stay the same. Evan tried to speak again and thank the lord, his voice was back.

"Thank you." Evan said as he handed back the empty glass, which eagle mask leaned back and placed it on the desk.

"No problem, but do you want to ask your questions now or wait after breakfast?" At this question, red sock turned quickly towards eagle mask and raised his voice.

"He's supposed to stay in here Moo. That wasn't apart of the plan." Red sock yelled as he flinged out his gun hand obviously in anger.

"Nor was taking a guy captive but stuff happens Ohm. The least we can do is treat him like a human instead of keeping him locked up in here with barely anything." Moo kept calm but stood his ground, but Ohm insisted on continuing.

"And what if he escapes? In here is our safest bet for not just our safety, but also his ." Evan stopped listening once Ohm had mentioned his safety.

How would keeping him locked up in this small room with little to nothing keep him safe? It's not like he had done anything to piss them all off... Or had he? He began to wonder about if he had made any enemies years before, ones that were like these guys. Evan tried his best to be nice to everyone, he donated money to charity each month and held multiple fundraisers during the year for different types of campaigns, and they usually raised a high amount. He gave to the needy and in his earlier years he even volunteered with doing community work and overall just trying to better lives of people near him.

He had tuned out the loud arguing and began to worry about where he might've gone wrong down the path he tried to go to be good. He didn't want to be a coward like some of his family members, but he didn't want to be too modest because he didn't want to be walked over and let his modesty make himself turn into a follower rather than a leader. That wasn't him. He didn't want to fall beneath his father who sure, from all the stories that Evan had heard and was still hearing even years and years after his death, was a great and humble man who was admired but that was because he deserved what he worked for. He wasn't born with riches and worked, he worked from nothing to the to-

Moo placed a hand on Evan's shoulders as Ohm was walking out of the doorway, his body language obviously stating that the man was angry.

"Sorry about that, different viewpoints really bring conflict. But back to my question before, breakfast then questions or reverse?" Moo asked gently as he slowly removed his hand from Evan's body.

"Questions now. I just want some answers then food."

"Sounds good." Moo stated as he got up, walked over to the desk then brought out the chair to take a seat on it.

"First of all, who are you guys?" Evan asked, wanting to know who these masked men were.

"We're the BBS, and if you're curious, Wildcat can tell you what it stands for later since he's the guy who created it." Moo brought his hand up to inspect his nails, waiting for Evan to continue.

"Why did you guys take me hostage?"

Moo had been waiting for that question.

"Because why would the police ever hurt the famous Evan Fong? The police couldn't shoot at us if there was a chance of hurting you so thank you for being great cover."

"Wait, wait, wait,"

"Yes?"

"What if they still shot at you guys, even with me?"

"Oh well, it was just luck was on our side thankfully. We were surrounded and it was just luck that one, you were there, and two, they didn't shoot with you there. For all we know, they could've shot even with you."

"So you risked my life just for your low-life gangs?" Evan didn't mean to make the question seem so rude but he couldn't help it because after all, he had almost been used as a fucking meat shield for these random guys who kidnapped him.

"Basically." Moo replied with a small shrug which did surprise Evan.

Evan was expecting Moo to go off on a tangent about how rude his question was. Because of the small time the two have had so far and from how motherly he seemed, and from Evan had seen from usual mom attitudes, they were protective of their children and in Moo's case, it would be the gang.

"How long will I be here?" Evan decided to continue the questions, knowing that he shouldn't waste time on a silly conversation.

"Sorry to say but I'm not sure. Hopefully a week or two at minimum, but it will be less than 6 months I can guarantee that."

"6 months is still a lot.." Evan trailed off and Moo shrugged then stood up from his chair.

He moved in front of Evan and leaned around the male, moving his hands around and to Evan's dismay he couldn't see what the eagle masked man was doing. But he could tell what had happened when he felt his wrists that felt bound tight before (though Evan had gotten used to it so he didn't really realize how tight the ropes or whatever were until now), feel much loose, and he was happy to be able to bend his wrist once again.

"Let's get you something to eat, okay? Also, the other guys won't mind, even Ohm. Once they see that you don't have a thirst for revenge then you'll be fine with them." Moo had stated and received a silent nod from Evan as he made his way to Evan's ankles to get those loose too.

Moo had stood up as the relief from the tightness spread through his ankles and slowly up through his body. He felt relieved at the thought of being able to actually move now (the hunger could be pushed aside for now because in all honesty, he was not that hungry.) Evan stood up too quickly and regretted as he felt himself tumbling back down, only to be caught by Moo in an almost suggestive position. Moo had caught Evan as he fell with his back to the wall, so Moo had one hand wrapped around Evan's body, the other resting on the wall. Evan, out of instinct of course, had wrapped his arms around Moo's neck which had brought their faces closer. Evan wouldn't say it out loud as his face grew red, but he was thankful for the fact that Moo was wearing that mask.

"You okay?" Moo asked worriedly as he pulled Evan back up to their normal standing positions.

He let Evan lean on him as they slowly began to walk out, a silence joining them. Evan wasn't sure if it was natural that Moo was not the best with conversations or the fact that that situation had just happened between the which had, most likely, caused this awkward silence.

They arrived at the table and the first thing Evan noticed was the two large benches which sat on the width sides of the rectangular table. A chair sat on each length side of the table. In one of the chairs, there was a plate of breakfast items and Evan couldn't stop his stomach from grumbling loudly and letting hunger overcome him. As soon as Evan had reached the chair, before even sitting down, he had begun to dig in which caused Moo to laugh at this.

Evan had finished the meal in under five minutes and Moo asked if he wanted more and though Evan's mind said that he should not be accepting food from not just strangers, but fucking gang members, his mouth had let out a yes. Moo took Evan's plate and as the eagle masked man walked into the kitchen, clown makeup and paper bag had walked into the room, arguing over something.

"Don't wear that damn paper bag if ya' face is already ugly enough." Clown makeup joked and paper bag shook his head.

"What if my face gets hurt tho'?" Paper bag asked as he gestured his hands around in random movements.

"Daithi, if your face got hurt anymore no one would notice. It's already ugly enough." Clown makeup couldn't hold in his laughter as paper bag began to yell obscenities at the former in a thick irish accent, and even Evan couldn't help but laugh quietly as Moo reentered the room.

"What's going on?" Moo asked Evan as he set down the man's next plate of food.

"Daithi thinks his face can get uglier." Evan almost spit out his food at the comment from clown makeup while Daithi yelled not just louder, but had lost his ability to speak properly in the middle of it so now it was just yelling gibberish which probably contained about 98% of obscenities.

"Delirious!" Moo yelled sternly as if he were a mother of two troublesome children.

"What? It's true. I bet Evan even agrees." Delirious said and looked towards Evan, who when looked at directly by the clown, noticed how beautiful his eyes were.

"Yeah." Evan let out but regretted it because Delirious then turned away from him and back to Daithi and occasionally Moo.

Evan decided to dig back into his food, not as hungry anymore as his thoughts focused on those beautiful blue eyes which called him to come closer to them. Sure, blue was a very pretty color for eyes in Evan's opinion, but Delirious' were just.. Gorgeous. They were a new shade of blue that Evan had never seen yet now he felt like he didn't need to see anymore shades of blue because nothing would ever beat the blue in Delirious' eyes.

"You done?" Moo asked as Evan placed his knife and fork down, leaving a little under half of his food left.

"Yeah, thanks for the meal." As soon as he finished his sentence, he felt as if some mystical stare on him had been released and he looked around, but Delirious and Daithi were still conversing normally.

It was probably just Evan's imagination.

Probably.