Frigid | Namgi ✓

Floor Four: Venting

A/N:

Hello! I hope your day is fantabulosis extravaganzabulous.

:)

I hope the next time you see a fridge, you are careful not to hurt 

any venturers that are in there.

Goodbye! SIgning offfffff.

izzy.

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Yoongi gaped at the exit of the fridge, expecting to see something beautiful, elegant. Something that would shine as brightly as the hope inside of his heart. Namjoon stood next to him, impatiently tapping his foot, waiting for the same thing, for some man to pop out in the space in front of them screaming congratulations! you have made it to the end! here is 1,000,000 dollars in prize money for escaping this hidden camera show!

But that did not happen.

After Yoongi had torn the vent opening off in wild expectancy, all that was left was a sad opening. Gray, ongoing, and a bit dim. Cold air puffed from it, blowing both his and Namjoon's hair back.

"Ugh, Joon, I guess we have to actually navigate the vents?" Yoongi started forward, crossing his arms in disappointment. "I don't like this one BIT! This reminds me of Five Nights at Freddy's. Are you sure there aren't any animatronics down here?"

The vent didn't answer. More wind blew out, past their still figures.

Namjoon frowned. "Huh? Five what's in Frezno? Animal tropics?"

Yoongi kicked the side of the vent. "Nevermind. I forgot, playing games isn't in your vocabulary."

Saying nothing, Namjoon ventured behind Yoongi into the dark space. They walked for a bit, the receding light from the fridge interior allowing them to see less and less. Without speaking, Yoongi slithered his clammy hand into Namjoon's warm one for reassurance.

"It's creepy down here...don't you think?"

Namjoon shrugged, but Yoongi couldn't see it because of the lack of illumination. "Ah, not really. Just a vent."

"Man..." Yoongi started. "When we get out of this fridge I have so many games to show you. Horror games. The ones where your flashlight dies at the worst part of the game, right before the lady with the long black hair twists her neck around in your dying flashlight beam before she kills you."

Giggling, Namjoon pulled Yoongi closer to him. They could see almost nothing, the light of the fridge just a small square behind them. "I wish we had a flashlight. It feels like I'm going into a mine without my head light."

"Ooooh, so you play Minecraft?"

"What? No." Namjoon shivered. The air in the vent was much cooler, as it pumped the fridge full of its icy flare. "I don't play anything, like you said. I'm a triple major, remember? I don't have time for that."

Yoongi suddenly stopped. 

"Namjoon."

The senior, confused at the leaf-boy's antics, worriedly felt around in the dark for the boy's shoulder. When he found a shoulder he squeezed it.

"Yes, Yoongs? What's wrong?"

A moment of silence passed. Namjoon thought that perhaps Yoongi was backing out of the whole escape thing, too afraid of the dark to risk the trip any longer. After a few seconds, the boy spoke in a quiet voice.

"Can you promise me something?"

Namjoon nodded, then realized stupidly that the other couldn't see him. "Of course. Anything. As long as its not to do your homework for you."