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Chapter 13

"Really, Jungkook? Our lives are on the line, yet, you're busy romancing your boyfriend?"

Our heads turn to find a pissed off looking Yoongi standing in the doorway. He clenches one of Hoseok's sweaters in his hand and a pack of matches. His eyes are narrowed, focusing directly on my fiancé.

"It-it was actually my fault, hyung. My fiancé was just comforting me."

Yoongi's eyes snap to me before he rolls them.

"Just hurry up," he scoffs. The pack of matches is tossed to us before he disappears down the hallway.

Yoongi's right; we should hurry up. We're on a time limit leading to our death, yet, my fiancé and I have been here, cuddling. I immediately stand to my feet.

Jungkook, still seated in the floor, stares up into my eyes. It's almost as if he's entranced by me.

"Ready, Baby?"

The chocolate irises continue to stare into mine. My hand reaches out to grab his chin; my touch is gentle unlike Wendy's.

"Baby?"

"I love you, Alpha."

I'm taken aback by the statement. It's something that I've heard many times before. But something about this statement is different. It sticks out.

It could be the last time that I ever hear him say that simple phrase.

My fingers begin to stroke over his soft lips as I lean down. I'm now level with him.

"I love you, too, Omega." My lips meet his. It's once more a kiss full of tongue and passion.

Seconds pass before I gently pull away: our gazes fixed upon each other. My thumb begins rubbing small circles into his cheek. I'm not sure why; I'm honestly not sure of how to feel right now.

The weight of the situation hasn't completely hit me. I just watched my friend die in front of me. Now I'm stuck in a sadistic game. Yet, I'm sitting here with my fiancé as times drags by. It's like I'm trying to avoid going back down those stairs.

Sadly, I know that I have to.

I grab my Jungkook by the hands, gently pulling him to his feet. He finishes putting on his boots and securing everything in the backpack. We meet the other boys in the hallway. Seokjin hands Jungkook a flashlight to put into the backpack. Nothing is said.

Everyone makes a path for Jungkook to walk through. It's as though he's the one chosen to lead the group. He gives us all a determined nod; the nod is an unspoken oath.

He'll do his best to guide and protect us.

He rests at the edge of the step taking a deep breath. We gather behind him. Step by step, we make our way back into the den. I never noticed how much the stairs creaked until now.

Jungkook leads us to Hoseok's body. He leans down in front of our lifeless friend and places a hand on his chest; he closes his eyes. Namjoon and Seokjin each place a hand on Jungkook's shoulders. They too close their eyes.

Yoongi and Taehyung stand with their hands behind their backs. I stand with my hands in my pants pockets.

Despite the messed up situation, we are able to give Hoseok the moment of silence that he deserves.

We stay like that for a few seconds before the sound of someone clearing their throat fills the room. It comes from Wendy, who is now sitting on the coach, looking rather bored. Eight unopened beers sit on the table in front of her.