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"jaebum, what do you see?"

the man hesitated before answering. "not much. i think we're coming up to another opening."

"do you hear him?", mark asked shakily. the other two shook their heads. "okay, good."

"what about the others?", bambam asked. they were all silent.

"bambam, i don't think jin and jacks made it", mark replied softly. bambam's heart beat fast.

"we don't know that. we have to try and find them-"

"we're here."

the three were quiet as jaebum kicked open yet another vent. the man stuck his head out immediately started to choke. he brought his head back inside the vent and covered his mouth, gagging and beginning to tear up.

"what is it?", bambam asked urgently, already knowing exactly what it was but too far in denial to accept it just yet. jaebum sat back, pulling his knees up to his chest.

mark pushed past bambam and stuck his head out the vent. he sat there for longer than jaebum, and when he pulled back there was a dark look on his face and tears in his eyes.

"his name was jackson."

bambam moved forward, and peered outside of the vent. in the corner lay a man's body. he had a strong figure and dark hair that framed a square jaw, but that wasn't what bambam noticed. what he noticed was the words carved into the man's bare chest and the stab wound in his abdomen that was still leaking blood.

ᒍᗩᑕKᔕOᑎ

yet, they had known him as jacks.

his eyes were blank, staring out at the wall mistily. his jaw hung open, completely slack.

bambam moved back from the opening, covering his face with his shaky hands. next to him, he could hear mark whispering 'i'm sorry' over and over again. jaebum had his face buried in his knees, his entire body shaking.

"we-we have to go", bambam whispered. neither of the others moved so he said it louder and harsher. "c'mon, we have to go."

"he's dead. oh god, he's actually dead", mark whispered, running his hands through his hair. his fingers caught on the tangled strands and raked against his skull.

"and we will be too if we don't go", bambam replied. he was trying to sound strong but his voice shook with fear. tears were burning in his eyes and he refused to release them.

"jaebum, come on", bambam said, grabbing the man's arm roughly. the arm that wasn't injured.

jaebum shook his head. "bam, i-i can't. this is too real. he's dead, i was supposed to die too. what are we doing? we can't keep crawling in these vents. oh god, oh god."

bambam grabbed jaebum's face in his hands. "snap out of it jaebum. we have to keep moving."

jaebum stared in bambam's eyes for several seconds before nodding weakly. bambam nodded back and took the lead, crawling through the vents and leaving jackson's dead body behind.

"what the fuck is happening", bambam heard mark whisper in the back.