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"Yejun? Yejun!" The first thing he heard was his name. The voice calling for him grew louder, multiple footsteps following alongside the person trying to grab his attention.
"Are you okay, hyung?" The first thing he felt was pain. He could barely move, his back was sore, and he probably broke a rib or two. He'd have to get that checked soon.
"Yejun hyung!" The first thing he saw was the worried looks of his comrades. They hurriedly began checking for any more injuries.
"I'm fine." The first thing he tasted was blood. He felt the liquid in his mouth and spat it out. It was disgusting, to say the least. He didn't know how hard he was hit, but it caused a lot of damage to his body.
"Let's go find a safer place." The first thing he smelled was smoke. He looked around and saw multiple buildings on fire. Wreckage and debris covered the streets of Asterum. It was horrible, vile, and painful to look at. That's when he noticed it.
He looked at the three standing before him. They seemed to have caught on to what he was thinking as they all collectively tried to avoid his gaze.
"Where... ?" He looked at every corner. At the fallen signage, the wrecked restaurants, and the burnt-down buildings. He couldn't catch a glimpse of what he was looking for.
"Hyung, calm down." Calm down? How could he calm down? He forced himself to stand up despite the burning in his chest. He soon felt arms supporting him.
"You're not in good condition right now. Don't strain yourself, hyung." His eyes kept searching and searching. He felt himself start to panic. Where? Where? Where?
"Where's Bamby?" Silence. He was met with complete silence. Until his ears started to ring, anxiety and fear slowly creeping up on him like they wanted to consume him whole. He needed to ground himself, but wherever he looked, he could see traces of blood. Traces of blood from the spot where he was last seen. He frantically looked around for a hint of pink. Instead, all he saw was red.
"I'll ask again. Where's Bonggu?" He needed to know if he was okay. Is he hurt? Is he looking for him too? He needed to know. Now.
"They took him." His blood ran cold. There was no way. He's safe. He's supposed to be safe. This can't be happening.
"W-what... ?" He barely managed to let out as he felt his lungs lose air.
"They took Bamby. I'm sorry, Yejun." That's when his legs gave in. No no no no no no no.
"All of you were unconscious. When I was fighting Caligo, I didn't notice one of them dragging him away. I'm so, so sorry, hyung. I should've paid more attention." He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He felt numb. The voices around him became blurry. All he could hear was static.
He was planning to ask him today. After the livestream, they were supposed to go out for some pyongyang naengmyeon for dinner. Then he'd walk him home, and then he'd ask him to be his boyfriend, finally, after months of dancing around each other.
He couldn't do that now. He didn't know where they took him. God, what were they doing to him right now? He couldn't imagine Bamby, his Bonggu, in pain. It hurt him. What was he supposed to do?
They took him, and they took his heart with them.