Finding Safe Haven ? &Team Nicholas

seven

In the adjacent glass cells, Sunghoon and Daniel could only watch in horrified silence, their hearts pounding in terror as the boy writhed, desperately trying to free his strapped limbs. Each moan was a plea for mercy that went unanswered, each thrash a futile attempt to escape the cold, unfeeling apparatus.

As the orbitoclast finally reached its intended target deep in the boy’s brain, his body went limp, his chest no longer rising and falling. The clinical efficiency was stark against the brutality of the scene.

The younger doctor, her eyes flicking nervously between the lifeless child and the two prisoners, asked, “Mr. Kim, who’s next?”

Namjoon’s cold gaze shifted to Daniel, who pounded on the glass, his voice a desperate shriek. “Sunghoon! Do something!”

But Sunghoon’s face betrayed the truth he could no longer deny—the hope was gone. He mouthed an apology, a hollow gesture of remorse for the betrayal that led them here. The weight of his own failures pressed down hard as he watched the horrific ends of Taeyeong and Yoonwon unfold.

Taeyeong and Yoonwon had met their end earlier that day, their pleas for help drowned out by the rising chemical sludge in their tank. The liquid climbed slowly, mercilessly, enveloping them in a caustic embrace. The agony was palpable as their skin dissolved, their desperate cries turning into guttural growls as the transformation began.

Their once-human eyes, now pools of pain, looked for salvation that never came. Namjoon’s final, pitiless shots silenced them, ending their suffering with grim efficiency.

Namjoon’s sadistic glee was evident as he approached Sunghoon and Daniel’s glass cells, his laughter a chilling soundtrack to their despair. He slammed his gun against the glass, relishing their fear.

“They’re gone,” he taunted, his voice dripping with venom. “Nothing you do can save anyone now, especially since the one who truly matters was taken from me.”

With a flourish, he signaled for the door to the lab to open. A shroud of mist swept through the entrance, obscuring the view. As the first figure emerged from the haze, Sunghoon’s stomach dropped, a cold sweat breaking out across his body.

The figure was familiar, a ghost from a past now lost to the apocalypse.

The memory of her—their last moments together before the world unraveled into chaos—flashed before Sunghoon’s eyes.

The park was bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the grass. Sunghoon and Y/N sat on a bench under an old oak tree, their previous conversations gradually trailing off into silence.

Sunghoon noticed Y/N's distracted demeanor. Her eyes kept darting to her phone, her fingers fidgeting with its case. The usually vibrant spark in her eyes seemed dimmed.

"Hey, Y/N, what's wrong?" Sunghoon asked gently, trying to catch her gaze.

Y/N glanced up, her expression a mixture of irritation and weariness. "Nothing, Sunghoon. Just... some stuff I'm dealing with."

Sunghoon’s brow furrowed. "You’ve been like this for days. If it’s something bothering you, you can talk to me."

Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the bench, her fingers gripping her phone tightly. "It’s not that simple. It’s just—there’s things I don’t want to drag you into."