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Theres a lot of concrete...
warnings: talk of vomit, infection
Minho and Thomas chucked a metal gas container, the glass shattering. (Y/n) shook his head and gulped down his breath.
"Nuh uh, over my dead body, Thomas!"
"(Y/n), we don't really have a choice!" The brunette argued.
The saw noise was getting louder, Janson was getting closer and closer to getting them. (Y/n) had pressed his body to a cabinet. This was insane! Jumping out a building, hundreds of feet in the air— insanity!
Fear was tightly wrapped around the beating heart. It was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to explode out of his chest. It certainly wasn't helping the lack of oxygen (Y/n) could feel in his lungs.
Newt quickly grabbed onto the boy's hand. Fingers laced with fingers. His free hand was immediately stripped of the glove and pressed onto (Y/n)'s heart.
"We're going to do this together, yeah? Like always," Newt said softly. It was as if he was calming down a rapid dog.
After not getting a response, Newt tugged (Y/n) towards Minho and Thomas. He had never looked so scared. It was a new sight for the three boys.
(Y/n) never seemed to be scared of anything. Maybe that was a weakness, maybe that was a strength. But it felt weird seeing him struggle to keep his fearful breathing back. To see him stare out that window with terror.
"Are you sure about this?" Minho asked, all lining up to get ready.
"Not really," Thomas answered.
"Nice pep talk."
"Yeah, we're all bloody inspired..." Newt mumbled, his hand squeezing (Y/n)'s hand.
Just as Thomas was about to defend himself, a loud bang could be heard. Behind them, the door swung open, causing the trolly to be pushed back. The brunette tugged on Newt and Minho's shirts. Newt quickly tugging on (Y/n).
All four screamed as they jumped out of the building. "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" (Y/n) screamed continuously, having a death grip on Newt's hand.
Air whisked around them, before they plunged into water. (Y/n) felt the impact, the water was warmer than he expected. His skin crawled with frustration at the temperature. It was bearable though.
It took a few seconds to register he couldn't breathe. His foot pressed into the concrete and pushed upwards. (Y/n) broke the surface of the water, his lungs screaming at him before turning into a numb ache.
His (colour) eyes noticed that the three was waiting for him. Minho still in the water. He whooped, causing them to laugh. They had just jumped out of a window hundreds of metres from the ground, somehow they weren't dead.
