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Chapter 30: Crash And Burn

Chapter Word Count: 4,499

Panic attack, crying, anger, emotions~

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Hi uhhhhh, i'm busy :D There is an event in the town I work in and for the last week and a half i've been busy prepping for it. I'm not sure when the next chapter will come because I have a lot going on so please be patient with me!! Enjoy this!!

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The entire drive back to the city was a blur.

You were furious, vision a little hazy from the tears that didn’t stop welling in your eyes. The grip you had on the steering wheel was enough to turn your knuckles white, you were speeding but not overly so. You wanted to get home, take a shower, and maybe drown yourself in the bottle of wine sitting in your cupboard.

“ Do you even care about SVT or are you trying to work your way to the top wherever you are?”

The words were echoing in your head.

When you got to a stop light upon entering the city, you yelled out, banging the palm of your hand against the wheel a few times. Peering at yourself in the rear view, the makeup Sona had perfectly applied was running down your cheeks, further ruining the already shit mood you were in. Your heels were long discarded on the floor of the passenger side, driving barefoot for over half of your trip.

Pulling into the parking lot, you wiping your face furiously, wanting to get at least some of the makeup off your face, hoping to not look like a complete mess when you step into the building. Slipping on your heels, you gathered the little amount of things you brought from the house and made your way upstairs, feeling out of place in your fancy dress walking through your average apartment building. It was late, the floor was quiet, but you also knew some of your neighbors were night shift workers, except for the older woman that lived across the hall.

Sliding your key into the lock, you were quick to undo the top and bottom lock, pushing the door open. The moment you raised your head and flipped on the switch to your living room, you were met with pure, utter disaster.

The apartment was destroyed; items that were once on the bookcases thrown on the floor, your couch ripped open – shredded – , and TV screen smashed and toppled on the floor. Your desktop was thrown around, both computer monitors tossed across the living room and the tower toppled on its side.

For the second time tonight, your heart stopped, things around you were moving in slow motion. You couldn’t breath, hands trembling and limbs feeling weak. Placing yourself against the wall across the hall, you stared into your apartment, mouth agape.

Then you were sobbing, a choked yell leaving you before you recognized the sound. The little old lady neighbor, Ms. Nina, was opening her door, peering out curiously at the commotion in that hall. She called your name, approaching your shaking form, only to gasp when she caught sight of the damage inside.

“I need-” You fumbled with your clutch, shaky hands struggling to get your phone out. “I need to call-”

Through your hyperventilating and the dizziness starting to throw you off, you managed to pull up Wonwoo’s number and call.

It rang once, twice, and you thought for a moment that he wasn’t going to answer, thinking the worst after what happened earlier.

“ Hello-”

The relief that flooded through your body almost had your legs giving out.

“Wonwoo-” You gasped for air, sobbing once more as you saw the state of your apartment. “Someone-”

Your head was spinning, things were running a mile a minute through your mind and nothing was properly processing.

“ Mouse, what’s going on?” The concern you heard in his voice made you want to vomit.

Taking a breath, you still struggled to push out the words. “Someone got into my apartment. It’s trashed-”

“I got you, sweetie. Let’s call the police.” Beside you, your neighbor closed your door, making sure she had your things before trying to guide you towards her apartment.

“Please-”

“We’ll be there.”

Hearing the end call sound, you let your neighbor place you on her couch, leaving the door open and getting her own phone to call the police. It was a calm exchange as far as you could hear, but you stared down at your phone, knowing it would take a while for any of SVT to show up. You wanted to call someone else for now…

“They are going to be here soon.” Ms. Nina placed something over your shoulder and handed you a box of tissues. “Do you have a friend you can call?”

Sitting beside you, her hand rubbed your back, attempting to sooth you through this horrible situation.

“I called-” Your voice cracked and you leaned against her, “I called them but they are outside the city…I think I’ll call someone hopefully closer.”

“Would you like some water, sweetie?” Patting down your hair, she kept you close for a moment, her presence calming.

With a nod, she stood and shuffled into the kitchen while you unlocked your phone once more and called the first person that came to mind.

It only rang once before it was answered.

“ What’s up?”

“Jongho…are you in the city?”

“City- yeah, I just got back to the group's place, everything alright?”

Part of you wanted to lie but tears started to well in your eyes once more.

“No, nothing is alright. First fucking Cheol and now someone broke into my apartment-”

“Hey, whoa, I’ll be there in a second. I’ll get the address from Wooyoung.”

You barely managed to get the thank you out, dropping your phone into your lap and taking the glass of water Ms. Nina provided. The rough feeling in your throat was enough to have you downing the water rather quickly, gasping for air when you finished it. She gave a sigh, giving you a look of sadness but didn’t voice anything.

The police showed up rather quickly, a handful of officers knocking on the open doorway to your neighbor’s apartment. Noticing now that a large knitted, granny square blanket was placed on your shoulders for some warmth, you pulled it over you tightly for some modesty with the dress still on. Ms. Nina spoke to them first as you collected yourself, kicking your heels off and stepping over towards the group. From the doorway, you could see a few more officers arrive, following another one's instructions to look around inside your home.

They went through the basic questions, asking for your ID and what time you came home. Jongho arrived between the controlled chaos, allowed through once you explained to the officers that you called him for some support. He was still in his suit from the ball, looking not as disheveled as you did currently, but out of breath from rushing into the area most likely.

“Ma’am, do you have any idea who could have done this?” The policewoman scribbled something down on her little notepad, flicking her eyes up to meet yours.

The letters popped into your head, the sender was the only ‘suspect’ that you could think of but their identity was still unknown to you and SVT.

“No. I have no idea.” You cleared your throat, mentally and physically exhausted. “I came home from a work event and the door was locked when I put my key in.”

“Does anyone else have a key to your apartment?” The officer raised a brow and you shook your head. Jeonghan and Joshua didn’t even have a key.

“Only the landlord does as far as I know. I’ve never lost my keys so I’m not sure how they could have gotten in aside from picking the lock.” You leaned yourself against Jongho’s side, feeling him wrap an arm comfortingly over your shoulder. He had been mostly quiet since he arrived, not saying much since you were talking with the police.

“All the windows are locked.” An officer stepped out from your home, keeping his gloved hands clasped in front of him. “No signs of forced entry.”

Sagging against your friend’s side, the metaphoric weight on your shoulders bared down tenfold. Closing your eyes, you sucked in a deep breath through your nose to ground yourself.

The woman before you wrote something down.

“Sir, you can’t be-”

“I’m the new owner of the building. I got a call that something happened?” The stern tone that met your ears had you confused.

Opening your eyes, you looked past the officer questioning you, finding Seokmin speaking with another officer at the end of the hall.

Wait a fucking second, did he say owner?

You looked to Jongho who looked equally as confused before looking back to Seokmin, seeing him show the officer some papers he pulled from his sweatshirt pocket along with his ID. It took a few moments for the officer to let him pass, striding over rather quickly to close the gap between you and him.

“Are you alright?” He stopped beside the officer, eyes full of worry as he looked you over.

“I’m fine.” Your answer was short, but you still sent him a puzzled gaze.

“You’re the owner of the building?” With a raised brow, the policewoman turned to him.

“I purchased it only a few days ago and just got the documentation for the ownership.” He explained, producing the paperwork to her as he did with the other officer. “Before you ask, the cameras that are supposed to be working don’t. I haven’t been able to get a security company to replace the system yet since I didn’t have the documents. I just got handed all the apartment and maintenance keys yesterday from the previous owner.”

Her eyes scanned the papers, writing down some things. She asked for his contact information, which he gladly gave over, before her attention was placed on you once more.

“There isn’t much we can do right now, and I’m sure this has been a tiring night for you. Do you have some place to stay for the night?”

Giving a nod, you could see Seokmin sigh silently.

She pulled a business card from a pocket on her uniform shirt and handed it to you. “I’m going to head down to my squad car real quick and get you a case number. It doesn’t have to be tonight, but within the next forty-eight to seventy-two hours, I’d like it if you can get me a list of anything missing within your apartment. Once you have this case number, you can also reach out to your renters insurance to inform them of the break in so you can hopefully get some replacement cost back to you.”

You took the card and thanked her quietly.

“Do you need someone to go inside with you to retrieve some items?”

Glancing between Jongho and Seokmin, you shook your head. “I think I will be alright, thank you, ma’am.”

“I’ll get the case number and will be back up shortly.”

The hallway cleared of the officers, leaving you, Jongho, and Seokmin standing there as Ms. Nina shuffled out of her apartment, a small tray of assorted cookies she makes and usually has on hand to share in hand.

“Alright sweetheart. I have some of the cookies I know you love.”

You would laugh if you had the energy but you took a cookie either way, letting the sweet treat give you some sugar to get through the night.

“Oh, who is this?” She gazed at Seokmin and he smiled, but you knew it wasn’t fully reaching his eyes.

“This could possibly be the worst time to introduce myself but I’m the new owner of the building and a friend of Mo- Y/N ’s.”

“Oh! Are you one of the boyfriends?”

“Boy- No no.” He waved his hands at her, shaking his head. “Just a friend.”

“Hm, those two boys are always so sweet with Y/N from what I hear.” She snickered and you sighed, running a hand over your face. “I’m going to head in for the night, make sure my girl gets somewhere safe tonight. Y/N, you keep that blanket until I see you next.”

“We will, ma’am.” Jongho gave a nod before she was closing herself inside to get some sleep. He rubbed your blanket covered shoulder, nodding over to the door to your apartment. “Are you ready?”

Staring at the door, knowing partially of what was ahead, you gave a shake of your head. “Not really, but I don’t have a choice.”

“Just so you know, everyone is hiding in the parking lot waiting until all the cops leave.” Seokmin placed his arm around your waist gently, moving with you as you stepped towards the door. “Also Gahyeon and Wooyoung.”

“Great.”

There was no enthusiasm in your tone as you pushed the door open and flicked the lights on once more. Your head was pounding from crying earlier and your eyes were too dry to even tear up again. You slipped on a pair of your boots, knowing there had to be some broken glass.

“Don’t think I’m not going to ask about the landlord thing by the way.”

The attempt at joking was met with silence, hiking the skirt of your dress up and stepping into the living room.

Over the shredded couch, you could see all the pillows were ripped over and fluff scattered about the floor. Not only was your computer tower on it’s side, but it was clear by the exposed wires that whoever broke in cut them just to be a fucking asshole. Looking towards your kitchen, most of your cabinets were open and some dishware was shattered on the floors. You didn’t even want to know the state of your room but you slowly made your way there, trailed closely by your friends. The door was adjourned with the only light most likely coming from the window.

Pushing it open, your heart continued to crumble and break into a million pieces. If you had thought the living room was bad, this was much worse. Sluggishly, you stepped inside, stepped into the only clear patch you could find and just…let your eyes roam around.

For one, your mattress was tossed around, large slashes cut into it, exposing the old coils that were inside. Your clothes were ripped out from the closet, the rack that usually held the items broken on the ground. Everything that was once on the storage shelves above were also on the floor. Your vanity was destroyed, makeup thrown around the room and the mirror busted into shards on the floor.

You didn’t hear Seokmin leave, but Jongho didn’t break the threshold to the room, calmly watching your reaction but looking around himself.

The thousands of dollars that you spent on this place over the years you’ve lived here was now in ruins. You had nowhere near enough money to fix or place everything damaged even if you tried. Under the clothes though, you did spot your safe, closed and hopefully still secure with all your important documents. It didn’t move from its place as far as you could tell.

“Mouse?” Snapping back to reality, you weakly looked to Seokmin, feeling the hollowness of the situation setting in. “She gave me the information, once she is gone everyone is going to come up.”

Though it was difficult due to the mess, you managed to find some clothes and change in peace, thankful that the dress was easy to get off. You were able to find your makeup wipes and clean your face, hearing hushed voices beyond the door, ones you knew belonged to the guys. You could hear Gahyeon interrogating Jongho.

Pulling the door open, you were nearly face to face with Jeonghan, his lips bitten and bleeding while he picked at his nails. The moment he saw you, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, cradling your head with one hand as the other pressed your body flush against his. He didn’t speak, but tightened his hold to get the point across that he was glad you were alright, physically at least.

Jeonghan slowly guided you back into the living room where everyone was either in the kitchen or living room, standing about, trying not to bump into each other too much. Joshua was before you next, large hands cupping your face before he was leaning down and resting his forehead against yours, a shaky sigh leaving him.

“Your face-” There was a dark bruise blooming on his cheek but he shook it off, mumbling that it was fine and not to worry about it.

The worried but stern faces from some of your friends stared back at you when you gazed over his shoulder. Gahyeon, though still dressed up for the ball, was helping Mingyu and Wooyoung pick up some of your books off the floor. Junhui and Minghao were sweeping your kitchen, making a pile of the shattered dishware for proper clean up later. Seungkwan and Soonyoung were trying to clean up the couch stuffing and getting your monitors and computer tower up off the floor. Wonwoo was standing with Seokmin, both their backs to you, but you could see Seungcheol past them.

“And there are no cameras?” Hearing the leader’s voice had a low boil building in your blood.

You watched Seokmin shake his head. “While the interior is more updated, its security system hasn’t been updated in years from what the previous owner said.”

“I can try and check the street cameras, but if they got into the apartment without breaking the door, I’m assuming they aren’t idiots.” Wonwoo didn’t sound confident which was unsettling, leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

Stepped past Joshua and Jeonghan, you moved towards Gahyeon, hearing the crunch of broken items underfoot and reaching down to pick up a picture frame that once hung on your wall. The glass was in pieces, but the picture inside was intact thankfully, your smiling face on the day of your college graduation staring back at you. Jihoon came into your peripheral vision, helping Wooyoung pick up the TV and at least get it on the stand, out of the way.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to throw the already broken items against the wall in anger. You wanted to throw something at Seung-

“Mouse-” The hesitance in Seungcheol’s voice when he called your name almost sent you over the edge.

Lifting your eyes from the picture frame, you made eye contact with Jihoon, seeing the shake in his eyes as he glanced between the two of you. The corners of your mouth dropped further somehow and you took a moment to place the frame on the counter, wanting to keep at least one thing relatively unbroken.

“Get out.” It was all you could manage to say for a moment.

Turning to face him, he still held that regret in his eyes that you saw earlier before you left the house. Somewhere in there, you could see some shame on his face. You took note of the bruise blooming on his face, much like Joshua’s (which answered a partial question), and the scratches left from the tips of your nails.

He didn’t look mad, shoulders dropping. “Mouse please-”

“I said get out. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want wherever shitty fucking apology you think you can give me right now. I want you out of my apartment and the hell away from me. Now.”

Seungcheol held your stare, a pregnant pause silencing the room. “Fine, I’ll leave. Just…stay in the penthouse, please.”

You had been awake for hours, staring up at the ceiling.

Jeonghan was pressed against your side, knocked out, his soft breaths tickling against your neck. Joshua cuddled up on your other side, one arm under your pillow and the other holding your waist. They were welcomingly warm compared to how cold you felt.

After Seungcheol willingly left the apartment, you trudged about with the help from everyone, cleaning up and gathering a few bags with some of your things. No one spoke about it, even if Jongho, Wooyoung, and Gahyeon were side-eyeing you occasionally, and you were thankful that everyone could tell you weren’t in the mood for the questions.

Bidding the three a goodnight was difficult. Jongho and Wooyoung were clearly filled with worry, while Gahyeon was ready to drop whatever plans she had for the next couple days to stay with you even if the guys said no. You promised that you’d call them once you figure things out but you needed time to collect yourself and sort some of the legal stuff out.

You had asked if you could drive back with Seokmin, knowing you’d be seeing the guys back at the penthouse, but you wanted to talk with him. If you asked, he wouldn’t lie about what was going on, Jeonghan and Joshua might beat around the bush and you really weren’t in the mood for that.

Curled up in the passenger seat, you watched as the guys piled into a handful of cars, spotting Seungcheol sitting in the passenger seat of Minghao’s car. He had his head down and Minghao didn’t look too pleased when he got into the car, unknown words leaving the younger man that had Seungcheol throwing his hands up without a verbal reply.

“Do you want anything before we head back?” Seokmin closed his door gently, waiting to turn on the car until you answered.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you gave him a nod. “Can we go to the diner?”

“The diner?”

Nodding once more, you glanced over to him. “I want a milkshake. Maybe two…”

He gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’ll let them know.”

Seokmin sent a text out before he was off, veering off from the path the rest took when they left. He headed for a diner close to your apartment, a place you both ate at even before you knew about his involvement with SVT. There was a ‘usual’ booth you both sat at, in the back corner to not bother anyone if you got too loud while talking. You let your feet lead you to that exact booth, thankful it was free, and sat down.

The late night waitress was nice, coming over rather quickly to get you both something. You ordered your first milkshake and a basket of chicken tenders with fries to share with Seokmin, who got himself his own milkshake.

“So…” He tilted his head, eyes roaming your face. “Before you ask, yes I did buy the building. Your old owner-slash-landlord was trying to sell so he could move somewhere else. I bought it because the security was shit and I wanted to fix that. But this happened…I was going to tell you because he was also charging a shit ton for rent. It was outrageous and I was going to lower everyone's rent.”

“Hm.” You nodded, not really caring about that currently. “Who threw the first punch?”

He winced, folding his hands on the table. “Shua. Landed a mean right hook.”

“I hope it hurt.” You knew it sounded spiteful, you did hope it hurt.

“He got a few good punches in, Cheol managed to land one before we were pulling them apart.”

“You know, Min, I thought we were really getting along.” You sighed out your nose, rubbing your hands over your face before your arms dropped back at your sides. The waitress interrupted for a moment, placing down the milkshakes, promising the food would be out in a few minutes before she was scurrying off. “Like, I genuinely thought we were getting along. We have been getting lunch sometimes, he had been texting me, asking how I was doing, it was going good. Now he stomped on that progress and burned it with a flamethrower.”

“Mouse…” Seokmin started, reaching a hand across the table, palm up, waiting for you to place yours in his. You pouted down at his hand before placing a hand in his. “I can promise you that he didn’t mean it. You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I genuinely wish I could believe that right now, Min.”

You managed to slip out of bed, hushing Jeonghan when he grumbled, cracking his eyes open. He asked where you were going but you gave a bullshit answer going to the bathroom before leaving the room.

The kitchen lights were on, much to your surprise, and you shuffled out from the hall, meeting the tired gaze of Minghao and Wonwoo standing at the island.

“You too?” You sighed, setting yourself down on a barstool opposite them.

“The street cameras showed nothing.” Wonwoo pushed his glasses up, leaning in his forearms. “I’m sorry, Mouse.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, Wonu. It isn’t your fault that someone broke into my apartment.”

Minghao poured you a cup of tea, sliding the mug over before sitting at your side. “It’s four in the morning.”

“Good to know,” You scoffed, staring into the cup. “Hannie is kinda awake and Shua is knocked out and I haven’t been able to close my eyes long enough to.”

“Mouse, about Cheol-”

“Please don’t try and defend him.” Cutting off Wonwoo, you downed some of the tea, letting it burn your tongue but warm your limbs. “Not right now.”

You watched as the two men shared a look, a glare coming from Minghao while Wonwoo glanced down at his phone on the counter rather quickly.

“Whichever assholes took the time to break into my apartment better hope I don’t find them.” You tried to joke, hearing Minghao scoff.

“None of us should find them, they fucked with the wrong people.”

“That’s the spirit, Hao.” You give a sharp nod, lifting your mug. “Whoever they are, I hope their pillow is always warm and their water pressure sucks in the shower.”

Minghao giggled and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Seems this is a party.” Jihoon’s voice had you turning in your seat, back against the edge of the island counter. “Can’t sleep?”

“Welcome to Insomniac Anonymous.” Minghao snickered, sipping his tea. “Wonwoo and I have been trying to figure out the camera situation at the apartment.”

“And while Hannie and Shua are great cuddling companions, I have been staring at the ceiling since we laid down and just got up.” You added. “What’s got you up?”

Jihoon sat on the stool on your other side, resting his elbows on the table and cradling his head in his hands. “I slept most of the day since I was going to work Ruby late tonight but-”

“Ah,” Nodding, you turned back around, hanging your head some. “Well, the mood of the coming week is officially ruined. Maybe even the next month.”

“Don’t say that.” Minghao chastised, giving you an unimpressed scowl. “You’ll get through this.”

“I probably will, but that doesn't mean my mood will get better. I’m kinda scared to go back to my place if I’m being honest.”

“The penthouse is always open to you and so is the house.” Wonwoo glanced up over the rim of his glasses. “You are one of us.”

“I know, I appreciate it.”

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