Elevator

3 Hours

"You're too young to hate the world, Taehyung. Please calm down."

Taehyung was lying on the floor, having a full-blown panic attack. Namjoon and Yoongi were holding him down by his limbs, trying their best to keep him from moving too much, as it would disturb the delicate state of the elevator. And they were trying their best to last as long as they could before it fell to their doom.

The plan was that the firemen would come into the building, but it would take a few hours of work to be able to get through each floor and save everyone in the building. Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon were the only ones in the whole structure occupying any elevator, so they were technically last to be worried about since their dangerous condition was unaware. However, as time progressed, each boy as slowly going insane from the confinement.

Though Taehyung had learned to love Namjoon at least somewhat, Namjoon was still being defiant in sharing his boyfriend, and Yoongi wasn't pressing him. This frustrated Taehyung, who was growing more heated and scared by the minute. He wanted to continue the sensual things they were doing earlier, but Namjoon was arguing that it was too risky when they were only holding on by two cords, instead of three.

Yoongi tried suggesting that they do something, or see if the bandmates outside the elevator could do anything. But they weren't answering, and from there Taehyung began breathing heavily and breaking into sobs. He curled into a ball and began screaming to himself that he hated people, he hated the world, he hated his heart.

"Taehyung please calm down," Yoongi pleaded once more, fear lacing his voice as the elevator trembled the more the youngest moved. "We're going to be just fine, Taehyung. Please stop squirming..."

"Let me go, let go!" Taehyung whined, hiccuping as he tried to roll into a ball to escape the elder's clutches on him. "Get me out of here!"

SMACK

Taehyung froze in his spot with widened eyes and an open mouth. His tongue curled within his mouth as he swallowed and tried to register what just happened.

Yoongi released one of his hands on Taehyung to shove Namjoon's shoulders. "Why the hell'd you do that?" he demanded angrily. "That was completely unnecessary!"

Namjoon pulled his brows over his eyes and let go of Taehyung. "Well, how else were we supposed to get him under control? He'd break this damn thing if he kept at it!"

"Still..." Yoongi looked down at Taehyung with sympathy in his eyes and a pout on his lips. He knew Namjoon was right, so he didn't argue further. But that didn't mean he agreed with what the younger did.

The colour red was melting into Taehyung's cheek where Namjoon had slapped him, and he was slowing relaxing each part of his body. He let his head rest on the cool surface of the floor, his hair sweeping some of the dust.

He shivered, starting to feel so hot that his body was producing cold sweat, making goosebumps rise on his skin. He began tugging at the hem of his shirt, twisting his waist around as if the shirt was strangling him. But it couldn't have been; not with how loosely it fit around his frame.

"Hot," Taehyung murmured. "It's hot. I want this off."

Namjoon frowned down at the youngest as he sat back on his feet. "Yeah," he agreed lazily, "it's a little warm." He faced Yoongi and hissed, "He's behaving like a child."

Yoongi sighed and shifted into a crossed-leg position. "He's just stressed and overheated."

"And we're not?" Namjoon demanded. He pushed his hands behind him to lean on them as his scowl only grew. He hated that his boyfriend was favouring the younger over him. This was all Taehyung's fault that Yoongi was behaving this way. "All three of us are going mad in here. At least two of us can keep it under control."

Yoongi gave a short chuckle, a trace of a smile between his cheeks. Without a reply, the eldest reached over and laid a hand over Taehyung's, to which the youngest immediately perked up and then latched a hard grip onto Yoongi.

Namjoon suddenly snarled before pushing himself back onto his knees. He crawled towards the two and forced their hands apart, then moved to wrap his arm around Yoongi protectively. Taehyung sat up and narrowed his eyes, glaring at his hyung.

"He's my boyfriend," Namjoon growled defensively.

Taehyung ignored him and outstretched his arm, his fingers brushing across Yoongi's wrist as if he were going to grab it again. But Namjoon twisted his upper body and tightened his grasp, moving his lover away from Taehyung's reach. Yoongi glanced back and forth between the two with amusement reflecting in his gaze.

"Alright, alright," Yoongi peeled himself away from Namjoon and looked at the two. "You both were getting along so well earlier when you were aroused." Taehyung and Namjoon's gaze cut to the floor with embarrassment at their elder's words. Yoongi, those he was entertained by his youngers, forced a frown. "I'm mad at you two."

Just as he predicted, their faces fell in unison. Namjoon just stared with an upset expression while Taehyung inched closer to Yoongi, murmuring something about how sorry he was and how he'd make it up to the elder. Yoongi raised an eyebrow, swallowing the smirk he so badly wanted to display.

"Oh really?" he asked, and Taehyung nodded. "Even strip for me?"

Namjoon suddenly caught onto Yoongi's lie and narrowed his eyes. "Woah, now," he accused. Yoongi faced Namjoon, blinking innocently. "Why does anyone have to be naked?"

"Maybe seeing my boyfriend and maknae performing erotic, beautiful positions with bare, wet bodies over each other will be just the thing to make me forgive you," Yoongi explained, finally allowing his gummy smile to show.

Namjoon sighed through his nose then glanced at Taehyung. The boy's gaze was locked on the floor, his face clouded with red from Yoongi's descriptive language. Namjoon knew Yoongi just wanted the two youngers to get along so they could be together in their final hours, but Namjoon just didn't love Taehyung.

As if reading Namjoon's mind, Taehyung's head suddenly perked up. He bore into Namjoon's eyes with an intense stare that made Namjoon want to cringe away. He crossed his arms defensively, feeling like the younger was peering into his soul.

"Maybe you can learn to love me," Taehyung said quietly.

Namjoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "And you think you can accomplish that?" He flinched back when Taehyung began crawling towards him, nodding his head earnestly.

"Yes, I do."