:Trigger Warning:

Wang Yibo's POV:

"What?" I look at Dre, whose eyes depicts the exact feeling clawing me from within. Dread.

"I just got the reports and the prints match to the ones from 23 years ago. Same prints of your kidnapper. Wang, Zhan was right. The cases are connected and by every minute it's getting extremely bizarre and dangerous. For some reason it's not just him whose being targeted but I feel even you're under their radar" he places the reports in front of me and I thumb across them.

"What makes you say that?" I don't look up but I knew he was exasperated by my nonchalance.

"Are you fucking kidding me Wang?" he raises his voice and that surprises me "it was not just one child who lost his innocence during those months, the man in front of me has suffered equally" the next second he pulls me for a hug and his arms tightens around me "I don't wish to lose my best friend again. Once was enough. I can't see you lost again" he moves back and takes a seat on the couch.

Sighing I sit next to him and place my head on his shoulder "24 hours and all this drama is getting to me. Just yesterday morning Chief was shot, Zhan saved him, I patched his wound, the boys were here, he received a threatening email and in the end we were back to the crime and now he's lying there unconscious and here I get to know that all this has got to do with the kidnapping that took place 23 years ago. I am exhausted. I haven't slept a wink" I complain and smile when his fingers caress the back of my head.

"Sleep" his voice is warm and so is his smile.

"At times I wish to sleep forever, Dre. This way my nightmares and reality won't mix with eachother" I chuckle sadly and his fingers still.

"What?" His voice is just above a whisper and I pat his thighs "Don't worry, it's just my muddled brain that's spouting nonsense" pushing myself against the couch, I lay down and place my head on his lap.

"Wake me up in a while. I need to prepare those reports and mail them to Chief" closing my eyes I drift off to a dreamland with a hope that maybe it's paradise where no child is abused and all one can see are mermaids and unicorns.

Well that is what I hoped for.

The reality is far more disturbing. My subconscious mind did take me back to that horrendous place. Maybe to remind me that minute details are a must.

5year old Wang Yibo:

I wake up to find my hands and legs tied. How many days has it been? The stench of urine was getting to me. My body itched against the caked up blood on my back.

Brother. I cried for him. Please save me.

I inwardly gasp when I hear the toothy kid yell in pain. He was subjected to worst torture than me. I could never save him. The vile man always drugged my food when it came to taking that toothy kid away.

His wails are piercing. Unable to bear them, I tuck my head inbetween my knees and cover my ears with my cuffed hand.

Please no.

Stop.

It stops. The voice is no longer audible. I pretend to lie down on the ground and sleep. The vile man throws the now unconscious boy on the floor unceremoniously. I open halfway the slit of my eyes carefully to peek so as to not intimate him that I am awake.

He does not notice me but I notice him. He looks so familiar. I am sure to have seen him somewhere.

Where?

He turns to leave but not before I see dusts of Gold.

Once we're alone, I crawl slowly towards the unconscious boy and control my bile. The skin on his back is completely torn. They're infected. I don't think he would survive much longer.

My eyes trail to a small bowl of water in the room. I lick my cracked lips. Between wanting to drink that precious water for myself or wanting to clean him, I crawl on my knees and slowly bring the bowl next to him.

My heart does not permit me to consume the water and so very carefully, I clean his eyes that are covered in blood and place the bowl on his lips. Gently placing his head on my elbow, I tilt the bowl so that he could drink some.

One last drop was left. He didn't drink that and so I did.

That last drop was it. For next three days we weren't given any food. He was becoming weaker and I tried to cover his body as much with mine.

I no longer saw his smile. He was giving up.

Don't. I am here.

Please someone save us.

I wake up with a start and look around disoriented. Where am I?

I find a soft pillow under my head and a warm blanket to cover my body. Adrian.
Shaking my head, I amble towards my bedroom for a bath. Often these nightmares make me sick. Reminiscing those gruesome times makes me feel so filthy.

The cold shower soothes my burning skin. Closing my eyes, I remember what brother told me today morning.

Dr. Chen is here to help Zhan remember his past through hypnosis. Why would someone want to remember those horrendous times when here I would want to forget each and every moment? But then I stop to think, losing my memories meant losing him too.

Toweling myself dry, I walk out of the bathroom into the empty closet where my lone duffel lies. Picking out a clean black shirt and jeans, using my fingers I comb back my hair. Joining Dre and Drew, who is currently looking as haggard as I was an hour back, makes me pity him "Go and get some sleep in my bedroom". He nods and walks away.

"Poor kid" Dre shakes his head and I peer into his eyes "When was the last time you had a decent sleep?" I enquire and he shrugs.

"Wang, I don't need sleep, I need an ass to bang" he comments nonchalantly and I spray out the sip of coffee I just consumed.

"Sorry" he grins and dabs the table with tissues. Wiping my chin, I glare at him. Sighing he looks at his phone "How's this guy?" and I look at him perplexed "What?"

"Wang, remember I need someone to bang?" at his statement, I gape at him "What about Cheryl? Weren't you you dating her?" I enquire and it was his turned to look bewildered.

"Wang my man, I wasn't dating her. We were playing with eachother, but right now I am in a mood for different flavour. All these testosterone is getting to me" he yawns "Say" he looks at me with serious contemplation "you think JC would be sexy in bed?".

"What the fuck man?" I growl "you're a player. I think he'd kick something of importance to you if you'd ask him to be your playmate".

He sighs "You're right but he's got a sexy ass" Dre takes a sip of my coffee and continues to browse through his phone.

Hiding my smile behind the cup, I recollect the day he came out and told me he was Bi- Sexual.

We were 15years old and one night during our sleep over, Dre said "Wang".

"Hm"

"Would you hate me if I told you I was gay?"

"No. Why?"

"I kissed Marcus today in the library. Remember the cutie with mouse like nose".

"No I don't, but continue"

"I was so confused so I kissed his twin sister Marisa" he grins as I look up from my maths book.

"I don't think I am gay. Maybe Bi-Sexual?" He winks and I shake my head.

"You sure you don't hate me?" He gives me a genuine smile and I throw a pencil at him "I could never hate you but don't ever break someone's heart. It is then that you and I would have a problem" I go back to reading and from then on he has been playboy supreme.

"Wang" he shows me a picture of some random guy "I am going to hook up with him. Don't call me tonight" he turns away only to walk back and continue "no, call me only if your life is in danger then I'd fly like Iron Man to be at your service". With a salute he walks into my bedroom and closes the door.

Adrian, what am I going to do with you?

Rest of the day was quiet and nothing much happened except me typing out reports to Chief.

Drew was awake and preparing dinner for us whilst Adrian was getting ready for his... date? When the door to Zhan's room opened and he walked out in daze. Finding me sitting by the kitchen counter, he ambles his way to me and says "That kid was from some ancient dynasty. I don't know which era but they all were".

What?