First Person P.O.V.
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"Have you seen anything yet?" I asked as Aris and I crawled through the vents.
"No," Aris shook his head. "Just you whenever I look back. It's a pretty sight..." He mumbled the last part.
"Huh?" I scrunched up my eyebrows.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything." Aris waved me off after gulping, clearly tensed.
"I see something!" I exclaimed and looked around the corner. "It's only Minho... Nevermind.
"Now I actually see something," Aris started to crawl off quicker. "Come on."
I followed him as we peered down a little shaft in the metal place.
"What is that?" I asked. His answer was to slam his hand over my mouth. He put a finger to his lips.
I could see tubes and a person. Aris sure seemed nervous. "Rachel..." He whispered to himself.
"Who now?" I asked. He slid off of the vents and landed on the floor.
I shook my head and jumped down. I had lost my balance and fell straight into Aris. "Sorry," I pushed the male away and brushed myself off. "Uh..."
I made my way towards the tube and glass concoction, being hesitant.
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
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