Sometimes death comes for us, and sometimes he doesn't mean to.
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𒊹︎ Your stomach felt tight as the guards lead you through numerous winding dark hallways. Hoseok had ordered his men to take the others away to a separate area and that made your stomach churn, worried about what might be happening to them.
At the moment, you most worried about Yoongi. Since his fight with Taehyung, you hadn't seen him at all, and your brain couldn't help but imagine the most worst, possible scenarios.
"Here." One of the guards said, the two of them stopping in front of a brick room with a large oak door.
They pushed you inside as you stumbled on your feet, slightly disoriented. You scrambled to the door, watching their back's retreat from the small food slot. When they were no longer visible, an exasperated sigh found its way past your lips, your back sliding down the rough surface of the wall.
"Damn!" You yelled, slamming a fist against the ground. All you wanted was to see everyone, to know they were safe...but could you really trust them?
"You're not actually supposed to be dead, miss (Y/n)." Hoseoks words rang through your head, making you feel worse than you already were.
'I don't know...I just...don't know.'
You slid from the wall, letting your body land softly on the cool ground of the room. The small window at the top of the opposing wall allowed for minimal light, small warm rays dancing across the surface of your face. You closed your eyes, remembering the view from your apartment window, back in New York. Your mind began to quiet as you felt the exhaustion from the earlier events fall on top of you, drifting of into a rhythmic sleep.
