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RaeJae's POV:

"Boost me up to the air vent and then I'll help you in,"

"Not a chance, Rae,"

"Hyung! Do you wanna save them or not?"

"I do but not at the cost of your safety,"

I let out a sigh of frustration.

"I'm doing it with or without you so if you're not going to help you can just watch,"

I try to jump for the air vent but it's usefulness. I'm a mere 5 ft 2 inches on a good day.

"Please help-"

Before I can even think to finish my sentence Jimin is already lifting me up on his shoulders.

"I'm helping on one condition. Once you get into the air vent you have to help me up right away. Then I'll find a way in first," He tells me.

"Okay," I nod, having difficulties trying to get the air vent cap off. The screws are practically rusted shut.

"Hyung, I'm gonna punch it so don't drop me,"

"Punch it? You'll just hurt yourself!"

I take my hard casted hand and slam it into the thin piece of metal. Due to all the rusting it caves right in, allowing me to peel away the remaining bits.

"I'm going in," I say, Jimin pushing my feet as I hoist myself into the small vent. I hear some loud commotion below, causing me to rush turning around.

"Grab my hand, quick!" I whisper shout, worry polluting my mind.

"Shït!" Jimin suddenly plasters himself against the wall, his pointer finger on his lips.

I look down to the doorway to see Yoongi's pastel colored hair against it.

"Hyung, there's no time," My eyebrows furrow in panic.

"Don't you dare move a muscle," Jimin purses his lips.

I open my mouth to reply but am forced to snap it shut when a strange noise fills the hair.
Jimin and I look at each other with confusion, the air vent seeming slightly less stable than I thought.

"Hyung," I breath out before the floor falls from under me, "AHHHHHHH!"

I fall flat on my stomach, the air completely escaping my lungs. Coughs leave my lips as white dust coats the air. I look in front to see Yoongi on the ground, blood dripping from under his bangs.

"Look whos made it in time for the show!"

I let out a final cough before having my eyes widen.

"Ho-" I can't even finish his name or else I may actually vomit. I haven't seen him since that night long ago when he tried to take advantage of me.

"I'm glad you remember me," He smirks, hand reaching for his belt.

Fear lines the inside of my skin, goosebumps covering every inch of my body until there's nothing left to take over. My heart rate speeds up to the point where I can feel it in my throat, an invisible hand constricting my senses.

"Huh?" He looks at his belt.

I check his hands, no gun. His belt loops, no gun. His pockets, doesn't seem like there's anything in them.

With my last bit of courage I check the floor, a hint of black gleaming at me through the rubble of the fallen tile. My eyes shoot up to Hobeom who's also spotted the object, the two of us lunging for it at the same time.