Man in Black || myg

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈. 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡

Park Soomi

"Unless who we're worried about is already inside."

"How do you—" A high-pitched shriek interrupted Yoongi, followed by a handful of confused gasps. The entire room flooded with perpetual darkness, every light source simultaneously snuffed out.

"What's going on?" I asked, frantically looking around as my eyes still adjusted to the change in brightness.

"Someone must've messed with the fuse box," Yoongi muttered while grabbing my wrist, establishing a physical connection amid all this confusion. A dim phone light soon illuminated Yoongi's face as he dialed a number.

"We have to go. I know Jimin's in trouble!"

"I'm calling Jungkook right now. Just stay put," he said sternly, "It's better than just aimlessly wandering around."

I let out a groan of frustration, racking my brain for any information I might've missed.

Think, Soomi, think.

A bathroom. Marble white floors. A large space.

A red door.

It suddenly dawned on me. Taehyung's house had a large assortment of different rooms. But one, in particular, came to mind: a bathroom at the far end of the house, unnecessarily large in size and tiled with beautiful, stainless white marble.

But its most striking feature was the luxury red accent decor, including a body-length mirror framed with an intricately designed, royal red border.

I glanced over to Yoongi, who was preoccupied with his phone. Feeling his grip loosen, I took advantage of his distracted state and ripped his hand off my wrist.

"Soomi, what the hell—" Yoongi's voice faded into the distance as I took off towards the back of the house. I pulled out my phone light, navigating through the crowds of people that murmured amongst themselves in confusion.

I quickly made my way past all the guests and ended up in an empty hallway. I lifted my phone with trembling hands, lighting up the path while dialing 119.

"119, what's your emergency?"

I found myself pausing, the reality of the situation finally hitting. Emergency. What if there isn't one? What if I've finally gone crazy from paranoia?

"Hello? Is there anyone there?" the voice spoke once more through the speaker.

But I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something really did happen.

"Hi, someone was stabbed. He's seriously hurt, and the attacker is still here. Please send help quickly," I said with a wavering voice.

"Miss, what is your current location?" he questioned. I recited Taehyung's address breathlessly while running down the hall. "An ambulance is on its way."

Hope rushed through my body as I hung up, despite not even knowing Jimin's actual state. All my worries were built on baseless paranoia, yet I couldn't help but scold myself internally while assuming the worst.

I shouldn't have let things get this far. I should have been able to prevent all this. How could I let him out of my sight?

"Why has the electricity situation not been taken care of yet!" a familiar voice shouted as I rounded the corner, a voice I quickly identified to be Taehyung's. "Ms. Lee, will you please go handle this?"

"Yes, sir," a female voice responded.

As I made my way past them, the light momentarily landed on Taehyung.