"I was always top in studies; I'm still top in every fvcking thing,"
"I bet not in bed, professor,"
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- #ProfessorXStudent
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DEATH.
The only thing you see when you are trapped inside a room where not even a single breeze of air can come inside, where there is no way to escape, and the fire is growing more and more, eating everything in its path like a hungry beast.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Jimin panicked, his voice shaking as his wide eyes landed on the fire that had already caught onto the curtains. The flames spread fast, crackling loudly as they climbed higher, turning the once soft fabric into nothing but burning ashes.
His heartbeat skyrocketed. His breathing turned uneven.
"No way!!" His panic increased tenfold as he rushed toward the door, banging his fists against it with all his strength, hoping—no, praying—that someone would hear him. His hands ached from the impact, but he didn't care. "Someone has to be outside. Someone has to hear me!"
"Is anyone here?!" Jimin screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice breaking as his throat burned from the thickening smoke. His ears strained, desperately listening for a response, a sign that someone was passing by.
But nothing. Only silence. Only the merciless sound of fire consuming everything.
Jimin's whole body trembled. His world felt like it was crumbling, falling apart right in front of his eyes. The heat inside the room was rising, making sweat drip down his temples. His lungs burned, his breath coming out in sharp gasps. And then—
Cough.
Cough.
He started to cough hard, his body shaking violently as smoke filled his lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe. His head felt dizzy, his vision blurred at the edges. He needed to do something. He couldn’t just stand here and wait for the fire to reach him.
His eyes darted toward his broken phone on the floor. Maybe… Maybe I can fix it. Maybe it’ll work.
Jimin hurriedly crouched down, his fingers trembling as he tried to put the pieces together, his mind racing. His breath hitched as he pressed the power button, his heart hammering in his chest.
Nothing.
He pressed it again, harder this time. His hands clenched around the phone, frustration bubbling inside him. Please. Please, work.
But no use. The phone was already dead. Just like he would be if he didn’t do something fast.
His breathing turned ragged, panic gripping him again. "What should I do now?" His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with terror.
