Fate brings together people in its ways. Sometimes, it maybe a mundane day and you stumble across a person who holds an important place in your life. Or sometimes, fate works in the most creative and unique way to bring together people.
And because...
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Slowly, we walked through the barely lit corridor. I had no idea how out get out of this sinking ship. Turning around, I looked through the other hallways. Mostly were empty, but I didn't know which one lead till where. My attention was draw by a quiet painful sound, mix of cry and whimper. Naida was struggling to keep her weight on her legs. Her legs were shaky. Hoseok clenched his jaw, and pulled her up, leaning his body to the side to take more of Naida's weight.
"Just-Just go, I-I'm going to slow you all down." She choked down. Tears running down her eyes. The clothes were soaked with bloody. I quickly detered my gaze when I accidently looked at her wound. It was too ghastly to look at without having the urge to throw up. The blood had dried but, there was still no saying how much blood she had lost, or how deep the wound was.
I have to find a way...
Determined, I asked them to stay in one place, before walking towards one of the hallway. But I stopped when I heard footsteps behind me. I fought the urge to groan when I saw the shorter boy, probably called Jimin, follow after me.
"I asked you stay!" I growled.
He flinched just a little before glaring at me, "And what happens if you get injured somehow, or if you get stuck?"
"These hallways are-" I stopped, hearing distant voices. It wasn't Hoseok's or Naida, or the other taller boy. The sounds were coming from a different direction. Knitting my brows together, I turned around, trying to pin point the source. My eyes widen when I recognized one of the voice.
"Namjoon," I whispered under my breath. Ushering, Jimin to walk back the way he came from. He frowned, but obliged nonetheles, turning around and retracing his way back.
"Namjoon?" It was Hoseok's voice. By the time we reached, I saw Namjoon standing with another tall man. I recognized him from the party, though I didn't recognize his name. However, from the corner of my eyes, I saw Jimin's facial expression drop. His complexion paled to a almost ghostly shade.
His friend... Taehyung...
"Are you okay?" Hoseok asked.
Namjoon gave a quick look to Naida, and the rest of us before nodding, "Do you know where we're headed?"
"Yeah, if we know how to get out of this ship." I muttered.
Namjoon stared at me for a moment. A thoughtful expression on his face then his eyes widen, "... portholes... we need to get to the portholes."
"What? And then what?" Jin asked, squinting his eyes to see in the barely lit room.
"We can do down because there is no way we can we can hold our breath long enough to swim out. We have to go the lower part of the ship," Namjoon answered, pointing above him, "The portholes are our only chance."
