drown for you | jjk

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"Fuck, just angle it more," a male voice instructs frustratedly, and you take a few shaky steps backward as you reach for the phone in your pocket.

"You do it if it's not that hard," another voice spits, this one male as well.

Your fingers dial the number to the police, but you don't make the call just yet. You have a siren; you can't call the cops. What if they find him and take him away?

Quickly, you erase the numbers and instead go to your contacts where you choose Namjoon's, holding the phone against your ear and praying for him to pick up.

But no, you're sent to voicemail. Impatiently, you bite your lips as you wait for his personalized message to end and the beep to sound.

"It's me, I'm at the lab," you start, rushing out your panicked words, "and I think there are people trying to break in. I don't know what to do, please Joon, I think they're here for Jeongguk."

Hanging up and lowering the phone, you send a quick text to him as well, just to maximize the chances of him seeing that you've tried to reach him and that it's an emergency.

Because it is. The siren has to be the reason they're here, right? Yes, Hoseok has some pretty expensive, futuristic-looking science equipment, but it's nothing compared to the worth of a living and breathing siren.

Jeongguk's last owners had rushed to get rid of him and therefore only asked for a fraction of what he was most likely really worth, and even then, you have no idea what kind of money he could've brought in.

You end up repeating your message into Hoseok's voicemail as well, but just as you press on Taehyung's name, some sort of machine is turned on, and there's no mistaking that sound. They're sawing through the lock.

Again, the phone beeps in your ear, confirming that Taehyung is also unreachable, and before you know it, you're suddenly standing a few meters away from three strange men, all dressed in black and one gripping the heavy saw.

Luckily, they weren't expecting you to stand there, and as fast as you can, you turn around and run, gaining a well-needed head start as they're left to get over the initial shock.

Unluckily, however, you hear the sound of your phone hitting the ground, but you don't stop. There's not enough time to go back for it, not even to stop and consider the smartest place to hide or the best plan for you to come out on the other side unscathed.

"Fuck, we need to get her!"

The desperate exclamation, paired with the sound of quickening footsteps, makes you panic all the more, and you rush to let yourself through a door. But the distinct 'click' it makes sounds way too loudly for them not to know where you went. They're right behind you, after all, just a second from actually seeing the room you slipped into.

Fortunately enough, the door locks before they're able to pass through, and it's one of the strongest in the building, a lot different than the one they just sawed through. It's thicker and lacks a traditional lock that requires a key like the front doors.

With the realization that they probably won't be able to use their little saw-machine this time, you begin to calm down slightly, although your chest is still heaving and your heart beats a thousand beats a minute.

Silence and darkness envelop you, and you gulp. If only you had your phone. At least, you managed to call and leave voicemails for both Hoseok and Namjoon. Namjoon also received a surely typo-filled text, and even Taehyung had a missed call.

Someone has to check their phone and help you, and that makes a slight ember of hope burn within you. There's just nothing else you can do at the moment.