Frigid | Namgi ✓

Floor One: Orange You Great?

A loud boom shocked the sleeping boy into a sitting position, rheumy eyes zigzagging around his surroundings. 

"The...fuck?"

The young man noticed several things wrong with his position...foremost that it was freezing cold wherever he was. Goosebumps broke out on his arms and legs despite being layered up in multiple shirts, and his teeth chattered. 

"Where...where am I?" his small voice echoed back to him, as if he was in a cave. 

Getting a better look at his surroundings, he realized that the surface he was sitting on was orange, bumpy, and smelled of citrus. Using a fist as a reality check, he hit himself several times on the side of the head to wake him up from whatever nightmare this was.  When his head started aching and he was sure it was real life, he screamed. 

He was sitting on an orange. A fucking gigantic ORANGE! How the-

Then, something monstrous and unexpected descended upon him. It was tan, ginormous, and to the boy...it looked like one hella huge hand. The boy's face contorted in horror, hands going up uselessly to protect himself. 

"THE FUCK! THE FUCK! WHAT-"

Fingers slowly casing around the orange object the boy was seated on, the hand lifted the round piece of fruit up. The young man slid down the side as the fruit titled sideways, falling several feet onto a hard plastic floor. Forced from his mouth was a puff of discomfort, the air knocked out of him hard as his chest hit the ground. Rolling around quickly, the boy watched as the hand gradually disappeared with the orange in its clutches behind a small crack of what he assumed was a door. 

A door to a fridge. 

Suddenly, it all made sense. The large fruit, the desperate hand, the coldness that clung to the air...and that ever so soft buzzing sound that the boy knew was a motor pushing the heat out of the appliance. 

"I'm in a fucking fridge," he whined in disbelief, slowly brushing himself off and pushing himself to a standing position. 

Never in a million years would Min Yoongi believe that he had shrunken down to such a minuscule size, surrounded by towers of fruits inside of a fridge. How had he gotten there?

As a cool breeze sent shivers up his spine, his gaze followed the orange spheres that encircled him. The citrus smell was overpowering, but Yoongi didn't mind; he actually found the scent pleasant as his mind cluttered with questions. 

How would he get out?

Was anyone else in there?

Who would feed his dog when he was away?

Yoongi's lip curled in displeasure at this last thought, hoping desperately that his pup would be taken care of by a friendly neighbor who noticed his absence from the apartment he had just moved into across from campus. 

Speaking of campus...what about his classes?! Well, actually-

"Screw fucking class," Yoongi mumbled, trudging over to a crack separating the oranges that he could crawl through. Perhaps if he got a better view of his surroundings, then he could find a way to escape?

Upon reaching the space, the boy crouched down on his hands and knees, swearing to himself out of nervous habit as he crawled between the bumpy peels of the huge fruits. It felt like forever before Yoongi surfaced on the other side, head tilting up to view the rest of the fridge. 

From his point of view it was huge...just on his floor alone there were mountains of fresh produce and some water bottles off to the side that sat in a neat line. Yoongi marveled at the sheer size of such objects...the things he used to throw around casually from hand to hand were now towers to him. 

"Holy shit..."

Above his head was a clear plastic ceiling, much like the floor he was standing on. He could make out a few more foods...was that a cheese block? But not much else. He knew that an average fridge had many shelves...how many did this one have?

He crossed his arms to conserve the body heat that was radiating off of him, lips pulling into a frown as he turned in a circle. How was he supposed to escape this place?

"Fridges...shit, what do I know about refrigerators?"

He shut his eyes tight in thought, forcing himself to go over every fridge he had owned since childhood. Like...three? They were always spotty with food, never satisfying Yoongi's cravings. His family wasn't poor...but...

Okay, maybe his family was a bit poor back in the day. 

But that didn't stop Yoongi from attending college. No...his stubborn self studied hard and forced himself to do well on tests, no matter how much he hated school. He needed to get a good job and support his family and-

Damn, what was he thinking? First he needed to escape this shit hole. 

"All refrigerators have vents...yes...they have cooling vents near the top! If I can get up there..." his eyes tilted up, to the unknown amount of floors above him, "Then I'll be able to pass through the vent until I'm outside of this place!"

Yoongi's happiness at his discovery overshadowed his doubts about his size. Would his size return back to normal if he left? Would he be able to go home?

"Just gotta make it out first..." the boy decided, walking around the oranges while trying to come up with a plan. 

As his soft footsteps echoed off of the cold white walls of the fridge, he began to lose hope. He had been walking for quite some time while surveying his surroundings, nothing coming to mind. His skin temperature was dropping the longer he stayed there, patience running low as he picked up his walking pace. 

Need to keep warm. IT'S SO FUCKING COLD!

Yoongi brought his hands up to his neck, warming them against his slightly warmer skin there. His entire body was wracked by shivers, the cold air making him claustrophobic. Normally the boy was cold, so being in such an environment was like torture. He stomped his feet against the plastic flooring before yelling out. 

"Please...tell me this is all a dream!" 

He shut his eyes, counted to ten and reopened them. No luck. He was still inside of the fridge, freezing his ass off. 

"DAMN IT!"

Yoongi kicked at a nearby orange in anger, wincing when his ankle cracked as it bounced back off of the bumpy surface. He huffed, jogging around the fruits to keep his body warm. 

"Need...warmth."

As his eyes wandered around the various foods around him, they stopped on some lettuce nearby. 

"Fuck yes!" the boy cheered as a new thought popped into his mind. 

Lettuce...flexible, bendable...wearable?

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a u t h o r' s   n o t e

Hello everyone! 

I thought of this idea right before I fell asleep one night...

Maybe I was hungry or something hahahah

Namjoon is in fact in this story, just so you know...Yoongi has to find him first :)

Thanks for reading!

~IZZY~