Chapter 4: Hana Wanted

                                    

                                          
After a long warning from Doyoung, he finally exited the room, leaving Hana standing awkwardly in front of the bed. Just as I was about to close my eyes to take a nap, I saw a droplet of blood drip from Hana's hand. She saw me staring and quickly hid her hand behind her back while shuffling around. 
"R...rest well Renjun..." she stammered out before rushing out of the room. 
"Wait. Come here."  
She stopped abruptly and walked over to me. 
"Hand." 
There was a cut on her wrist and she flinched as I wiped away the blood. I reached out for the roll of bandage on the table. 
Hana P.O.V.
 Seriously, he pushed me away first, and now he's helping me bandage my injury. Does he have mood swings or what. Mans on his period or something. 
"Don't get the wrong idea. I don't want somebody complaining to Doyoung again." As his fingertips brushed against my skin, I felt a surge of electricity flow through the sudden contact and flinched. Renjun flinched too and hastily wrapped my injury up. 
"Sorry." He mumbled before pulling up his bed covers and turning to his side. I smiled to myself as I saw light pink that tinted his cheeks. I walked out and closed the door quietly after me. As I headed to the living room, I heard familiar muffled voices from behind a closed door. 
"Make sure... Hana... Go crazy... Yeorin..." Oh shit. Yeorin. My brothers guards took her away and... 
"Where is Yeorin?" I burst into the room, only to find Jisung, Taeyong and a few others standing in front of a huge screen. On the screen was her, Yeorin, tied to a chair, beaten up and face full of cuts and bruises and the male whom I knew too well was holding a gun and baseball bat was standing beside her. 
"Hana!" Jisung rushed forward and blocked my view. "It's ok, we'll get her out of there..." 
"No... Yeorin..." I couldn't believe it. "Did they take her? Was it them?" I asked as everyone stared at me. Jisung hesitated and nodded. 
"Jisung, you know what, bring her in, I think she needs to see this," Taeyong commanded. 
"Hello NCT. And hello to Hana too, I'm assuming they brought you back huh? Well, I guess you forgot about your dear friend. Am I right Yeorin?" Yeorin struggled to break free of the ropes that tied her arms to the chair and screamed so loud I swear my eardrums were going to burst. 
"Hana! Kang Hana! Help! Hana!" "Shut up you bitch!" He slammed the bat onto Yeorin's head and it hung limply on the side. My eye twitched as I gripped onto Jisung's hand tightly. 
"Well, you see. I'm pretty sure if Hana is watching this she would want her only friend back. But..." He smirked evilly and scoffed. "I'm not asking for 2 million dollars or your leader to kill. I want her. I want Hana. If she doesn't show up in front of me in 24 hours," He pointed the gun towards Yeorins head. "Piu! She's dead." And then the screen went black. 
"Hana, we can..." 
  "I'm going." 
"What? No!" All of them simultaneously stood up and looked at me. 
"Look, Hana, we may not know you well except maybe Jisung but this is a trap. They are going to hurt you no matter what. We are more experienced than you in this." Taeyong said in a firm voice. "No. She's my only friend. I'm only left with her. I'm not losing her." I let a single tear slip out of my eye as he sighed. "Fine. Only if you follow our plan."