Chapter 1: HowTo Screw Up

A/N: So...I'm finally dipping my toe into the MM fandom! I've read a lot of great fics out there and I'm a bit nervous to share my efforts. This takes place before the engagement party at the ending of Secret 02. Spoilers most likely abound. I hope you enjoy it! Oh! And let me just say before you read; everyone is ok! I promise!

Saeyoung Choi was in a state; a panicked, worried, furious state to be exact. He paced behind his desk, eyes glued to the three glowing widescreen monitors that sat on its surface. CCTV footage of various parts of the city covered the screens of each and he cursed under his breath, rubbing his scalp roughly, tousling his already messy hair . Hacking into the city's cameras hadn't been difficult. It was something he had been doing for years but not since he'd left the agency. He'd promised MC he wouldn't do anything dangerous or illegal again; nothing that could potentially take him away from her. Saeyoung knew that his girlfriend was very accommodating to his obsession to protect her, that's why he was so worried. She always called or at least texted when she was going to be home late and while she refused to wear a tracking bug in her clothing, she did acquiesce to switch over to a phone he gave her that allowed him to track its location in case of an emergency.

So there was no way she would have been gone so long without letting him know that she was alright. She wasn't answering his calls or texts and when he snatched up his phone for the tenth time in the last five minutes to check her location, it was unavailable.

Then where the hell was she? Did she turn off her phone or was she in trouble? If she was in trouble, what could he do about it? The CCTV footage was providing no answers to her whereabouts and once again he sat in the desk chair, quickly changing times and locations but still seeing nothing but the faces of strangers. Calling the other RFA members was a bust. Zen was at rehearsals, Yoosung didn't even answer, Jumin was apparently out of town and Jahee was so buried in reports and spreadsheets that she hadn't had time to do more than confirm she hadn't seen MC before apologizing and ending the call.

It had been hours since the last time he remembers seeing her and he had been so immersed in the project he was working on that he hadn't done much more throw her a quick smile when she set his lunch in front of him and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. Had she mentioned going somewhere? He remembered her saying...something, but damned if he could bring it to mind. His memory was usually pretty good but he had been so focused on what he was doing, rushing really to finish the project he had been working on for the past week.

"Shit," he muttered, leaning back in the chair and staring up at the ceiling. "Shit,shit, shit...shit!"

Growling in frustration, he glanced at his phone again, seeing that only five minutes had passed since the last time he checked.

"What are you yelling about," his twin's voice asked behind him and Saeyoung turned swiveled around to face him.

Saeran leaned against the doorframe, one hand holding a can of soda, the other shoved into the pocket of his jeans. He wore a baggy sweater, the hair hanging in his eyes the same color as his brother's. He gestured to the bright screens with the drink, raising his eyebrows. "MC's gonna be pissed when she finds out you did this."

It had taken a while...a long while before Saeran was willing to even be in the same room with his twin, much less interact with him. He had been living with MC and Saeyoung since he left the hospital and even though the doctor said he was now mentally healthy enough to live on his own, he remained with the couple.

"MC isn't here and I can't find her," Saeyoung answered, his gaze returning to the street footage displayed before him. He rolled back over the desk and started working, the footage changing once again. His golden eyes scanned the nighttime scenes while his thumb tapped anxiously on his mouse.

"Did you try calling her?"

"Of course, I'm not an idiot," quickly holding up a hand to forestall his twin's cutting reply he continued. "I also texted her and she's not responding. The tracking won't work and I don't know if she turned the phone off or someone's snatched her and taken her out of range."

"Well, you have to go find her," Saeran moved to stand beside the chair, his voice low and even but Saeyoung could hear the worry in it. He nudged his brother with his knee, setting his soda can down next to the keyboard. "Move, I'll do this. Take one of those cars you love so much and look for her. It will be faster if we search at two fronts."

"Jesus, I am an idiot," the bespectacled twin groaned. "Why didn't I think of that an hour ago?"

"Because you don't trust me yet," the other man answered simply, quickly taking his brother's seat when it was vacated. He felt Saeyoung stiffen slightly and draw a breath to speak. "It's fine, Saeyoung. I haven't been exactly trustworthy since our reunion. I mean, I did kidnap your girlfriend, try to blow her up, locked you both in a cell and tried to kill you. I think I've earned your suspicion."

"Saeran…"

"I know, I know," Saeran sang softly. "You love me, you forgive me, MC forgives me, it wasn't my fault. I got it. Just go. We can talk about it later if you insist."

Saeyoung gave his brother's shoulder one hard squeeze before he grabbed his hoodie and threw it on, grabbing his keys that laid on the entryway table as he activated the security door. He paused when his brother's voice called his name behind him. Looking back over his shoulder, his eyes met those of his twin through the clear glass that enclosed his workspace.

"Find her, Saeyoung," his voice was filled with emotion. "You have to find her. We aren't whole without her."

Saeyoung nodded once and stepped through the threshold, starting when his phone buzzed in his pocket. His heart leapt with hope as he looked at the screen, disappointment quickly making him feel lightheaded.

Yoosung's smiling face stared back at him and Saeyoung quickly rubbed his burning eyes, declining the call. Almost immediately Zen's photo shone bright on the screen and the red-haired hacker again declined the call. Shoving the smartphone into his pocket, he exited the remaining security checkpoints and jogged to the garage, disengaging the car's locks as he went. His phone vibrated against his thigh and he pulled it out quickly. It was a text message from Zen.

Zen: Yo, answer your phone, it's an emergency.

He groaned in frustration and moved to return the phone to his pocket when a second text came through. Saeyoung had never read words that struck as much fear in him.

Zen: It's about MC.