District Unknown | BTS ✓

sixty one

{an overlooked detail}

He felt it... Jimin felt it before he saw anything. 
Cold icy fingers wrapping tightly around his arm before he was shoved forwards. It was forceful, Jimin stumbling over his feet before his knees grazed against the concrete floor, a hiss of pain escaping his lips as he collided. 

His breath escaped as he heard the creek of the door closing behind him, the male's gaze snapping back over to the entrance as he watched the final crack of light disappear from the hall followed by the click of a lock. 

"No..." Jimin spoke breathlessly, stumbling to his feet before sprinting back over to the closed door. He gritted his teeth, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he cursed under his breath, "no, No, NO!" He shouted, letting out a cry of rage as he punched the door out of anger. 

He flinched back as pain traveled through his hand, kicking the door instead, "ANYONE!?" he called out with such desperation, oh god he should've been more careful! 

It was dark, and that only amplified Jimin's senses as he fell into silence. His breaths were loud, his beating heart growing faster with each second that passed. There was no way the plan was going to work... not if the Jeons were already one step ahead. They should've seen this coming from a mile away! God- why were they so careless!?
Why was he so careless...

Running a hand stressfully through his hair, Jimin brought his fingertips to his ear, "Can anyone still hear me?" His words came out fast and jumbled as he continued to speak, "Hoseok? Tae... ANYONE!?" He let out another cry in a fit of rage, slamming his back against the door before sliding down into a crouched position. 

He hugged his knees close, "No use." his words came out quiet, "I'm out of range-" 
He paused
Eyes growing wide as he came to a realisation...

"But maybe~" With quick movements, Jimin shoved his hand into the pocket of his suit coat, fingers brushing against his phone. He slipped out the device, fumbling with it as he began to scroll through his contacts. 

He tapped a finger against Hoseok's number, drawing his lower lip between his teeth as he brought his phone up to his ear. Impatiently tapping a foot against the ground he waited in the dark as the phone rung through the silence. Hoseok always picked up, it was connected to all of his devices so out of everyone Hoseok was certainly going to answer...

Which is why his heart sunk when Hoseok didn't

"Seriously?" Jimin deadpanned, bringing the phone away from his ear as the final ring sent him to voicemail. With the screen illuminating the fear in his eyes, Jimin checked his phone once again.
He had full bars...
This didn't make sense!

Biting down harder against his lip, Jimin pressed down on another contact, bringing his phone back up to his ear as it began to ring. He waited impatiently, each ring of the device seemingly longer then the last. His heart wanted to break free from his chest as it pounded against his rib cage and Jimin almost felt sick when he realised that Jungkook too wasn't going to answer his call. 
Something was up... Jimin could feel it.

His movements only became more frantic as he scrolled through his contacts once more, pressing down on one final contact.

By this stage his heart was in his throat, breaths falling heavy as the phone began to ring and echo through the silence. He could feel the cold beginning to creep under his skin, the male shivering as he brought his knees closer to his chest. 
One ring sounded, 
Then another...
Until an all too familiar voice sounded through the line.

Jimin couldn't help but let out a drastic sigh of relief, sinking into a state of comfort as that sweet, sweet voice began to comfort him. He couldn't help but smile a crooked grin as his eyes began to water out of pure relief, "Yoongi..." He paused as he let out a shaky breath, "thank god."