Welcome To The Panic Room《Hoseok X Reader》

Chapter 10

"You've got to be shitting me." I whispered to him, fear flowing through my veins. I wasn't afraid of the dark or what lurks in it, but the way Hoseok was clutching onto me like his life depended on it made me think that I should be afraid of it. 

"I'm not shitting you, I'm shitting myself." He replied, making me giggle a bit. The shuffling drew closer, and I felt him tense up from beside me. He comforted me even though he himself was scared, so I decided to do the same.

"Hobi, it's just a simulation remember? I'm right here besides you." I spoke softly, tracing small circles on his arm. He whimpered and hugged his knees to his chest, frantically looking around. 

"Hobi I-"

"Y/n? Oh fuck, where did you go?" He asked, voice no higher than a whisper. I scrunched my eyebrows and stared at him, confused as to why he was calling out to me. 

"Hobi, I'm right he-" 

"Y/n! Where are you?!" He yelled out as the shuffling was heard right next to us. I blinked in surprise. He can't see or hear me anymore, but I need to get his attention somehow. I reached for his hand, but he quickly yanked it away from me. 

Well, at least now I know he can feel my touch.

I reached for his hand again, but just like before he yanked it away. 

"Please don't kill me." He cried out quietly, making my heart break at the sounds of his sobs. I had no idea what to do, and I've never felt more helpless. He brought his face between his propped up knees and continued to cry quietly, his shaking becoming visible. 

"You can hurt me, but please don't touch Y/n." He whispered, voice cracking but stern enough to mock confidence. I paused, guilt completely overwhelming me.

He was never worried about himself, he was worried about me. 

I scooted closer to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, letting him know that I was still here. He tensed up at first, but then soon relaxed when he realized it wasn't some sort of monster.

"Y/n? Is that you?" He asked, hope lacing his deep voice. I tapped his shoulder twice, letting him know that it was, in fact, me. Not knowing what the taps ment exactly, he paused to think of a specific gesture for me to let him know I was actually Y/n.

"Y/n, if this is you, tap four times." I tapped him four times, and he visibly relaxed, letting out a soft cry. 

"Thank God you're okay. I thought you had failed and left me." He sighed, leaning into my embrace to distract himself. The shuffling was now right by our sides, making Hoseok tense up again. I drew a little heart on his exposed bicep, allowing him to regain a rush of adrenaline. 

"I'm not scared of you." He whispered, statement directed towards the lurking shadow. It still remained, it's presence announced by a gust of air that made us shiver. I tapped him twice, hoping that he'd get the memo to do it again but with more confidence. 

"I'm not afraid of you, creepy little fucker." He repeated, but this time he stood up and shouted into its face. 

The thing remained for a second longer before retreating into the darkness once more, leaving Hoseok and I staring after it. 

The lights flashed on again, and we were still by the building that we had previously jumped off of, but now right next to it was a black frame about the size of a door. 

I tapped Hoseok on the shoulder, making him flinch and turn around hesitantly. Once he caught sight of my face, he immediately pulled me into a hug.

"You're okay!" He whispered, hiding his face into the crook of my neck. My heart sped up at his concern for me, but I tried to hide it behind the back rubs I was giving him. 

"Don't worry about me, Hobi. You need to focus on yourself if you want to get out of this alive." I reminded him, but he just shook his head in denial.

"I know, but I just couldn't. I kept trying to remind myself that it was my fear so the thing wouldn't come after you, but my mind kept wondering back to you and if you were okay." He sighed, but unknown to him, my heart was racing. 

I pulled away from the hug a bit and scanned his face, frowing at the lines his tears left trailing down his cheeks and how red and puffy his eyes were. I reached up and caressed his face with one hand, wiping away the excess tears that strayed down his face. He gulped and looked away, cheeks turning a shade of pink. I laughed and hugged him again, taking in his scent. He smelt like cinnamon, and that was something I deeply enjoyed. 

"Thank you." I muttered into his chest. 

"For what?" He replied, playing with the hem of my black shirt and tucking his face into my neck again. I tightened my grip around him, smiling into his warm embrace.

"For worrying about me even though you shouldn't." 

He smiled against my neck, rubbing his hand up and down the small of my back. He pulled away to look at me, soon leaning down to place a small kiss on the top of my head. 

"I'll always worry about you." 

I coughed awkwardly and pretended to stretch in order to escape his grip, not liking the butterflies that threatened to roam my stomach. He smiled at me, oblivious to my fake stretching, and bent down to tie his shoe that came loose during our fall. 

I fiddled with my thumbs nervously, just wanting for these tests to be over. He stood up again and grinned, brushing his hands against each other as if he was wiping off dirt.

"There, all do-" He looked at me smiling, but that expression quickly changed to pure terror as his eyes fell on something behind me. I froze and hesitantly turned around, only to be grabbed and have my screams silenced by a hand pressed against my mouth. 

I kicked my feet at the person holding onto me, but they gave no reaction to my aggressive actions. I looked up at Hoseok, who was also at the mercy of a masked figure holding him back. 

The only difference between him and I, was that he had the ability to speak freely.

"Y/n, no!" He shouted, freeing one of his arms and reaching out for me. My breaths quickened and I was becoming extremely lightheaded. I looked up at Hoseok's frantic expression before blacking out entirely, the only sound I could hear at this moment being my own heartbeat.

I knew what was going on, but I didn't want to admit it to myself because I know I might not make it out of this one. 

I was being kidnapped. And not only that,

I'm being tortured as well.