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Warning: contains descriptions of injuries
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Dance practice is exhausting. That was something that Tae picked up in his many years of being an idol. So after he watched Namjoon and Jungkook practice a complicated routine, he offered to go and get their water bottles from upstairs.
He never forgot the exhausted "thank you" that left Jungkook's lips and Namjoon's bright dimpled smile.
Tae walked out of the dance studio and passed the recording studio on his way to the elevator. Jin's ad libs could be heard from outside. The second maknae could almost make out Hoseok supposedly clapping along.
Reaching the front of the elevator, Tae hopped into the first one whose doors opened.
The others got bored of the elevators really quick but he always loved them. He remembered when he and Jimin had first arrived at BigHit and the two of them spent hours playing with the elevators. The memories brought a smile to his face.
As he watched the number at the top, indicating the floor number, rise, Tae could feel that original euphoria rise with it.
But before he could be completely filled with happiness, the number stalled. Tae gasped and his heart stood still as he gripped the guardrails in fear. Then the number began to nosedive. A scream filled a silence, and Tae found it was his own. He had no clue what to do as the chilling feeling of falling descended into his chest.
Tae felt like he was going to throw up. He was terrifed of heights and now he was going to fall to his death. He braced for the impact, hot tears running down his cheeks.
Crash.
Tae wailed loudly.
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"Where did he go?" Jungkook complained. "Did he manage to get lost in this building as well?"
Namjoon and Jungkook were sitting by the mirror, waiting for Tae to bring their water bottles. He had promised that he would be back quickly, but it had been over ten minutes and the second maknae still wasn't back.
"I'm going to get Yoongi's water bottle," Jungkook mumbled as he sighed and got up.
Namjoon grinned, "Don't get killed!"
The maknae stopped in his tracks and turned to look back at Namjoon. "Scratch that then, I'll get Jin's one."
The sound of Namjoon laughing echoing behind him, Jungkook pranced off to go and bother his hyungs.
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"Help..." Tae's voice trailed off when he realized that nobody could hear him.
Legs twisted at a strange angle, and blood leaking from several cuts and scrapes all over his body, Tae's eyes filled up with tears again. He started to cry, only for his chest to start aching. Trying to stop his sobs only proved to be futile.
He touched the cold floor. There were large cracks on it. Using his finger, he traced them gently. Tae didn't know what else to do. His chest hurt from crying, he couldn't walk to get help, and he was in a closed room with no way to escape. He glanced at the doors which were still closed.
Which suddenly reminded him...he was stuck in here forever. The quiet wheeze of his lungs echoed through the silence. And it scared him. The tears started to flow faster until he was nearly screaming, his chest and ribs whining in protest. The pain choked him.
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