Calling | OT7

35

"He's... in here?" Hoseok's voice is uncertain as he stares at the large building. It looked like any of the other buildings at the resort that housed its guests. It would be odd to have a building like this just out in the open if this was the place they had taken Jimin. What if someone bad with directions just wandered in by accident?

"Yes, it is," Seokjin says in a determined tone, not looking away from the tall building before them. "It's purposely disguised this way. Hiding in plain sight. No one ever looks in plain sight." Seokjin grits his teeth when he remembers those words falling from Saengsan's lips. He should've been stronger. He should've left at any given opportunity. Taehyung is right; Seokjin got himself into this mess on his own accord. When his mind wanders to that thought, he can't help but look down.

Not wanting to waste any time, Taehyung immediately walks up to the door and attempts to open it, but to no one's surprise, the door is locked. Taehyung growls and a loud bang can be heard. When all the males look over, Taehyung's leg is reeling back from just kicking the door with what sounded like all of his damn might. Namjoon begins stepping forward, his warm hand resting on top of Taehyung's shoulder.

"Tae, I know you're frustrated, but we cant-"

Suddenly, Namjoon's hand is shoved off of Taehyung's shoulder by the man himself, and Taehyung doesn't look up. His black hair covers his hair, and the moon only raises higher and higher to signify the fact that the night continues on. His eyes aren't visible by the shadow that his hair creates, and Jungkook can't help but compare the look of the male to that of an anime character.

"You don't understand. Jimin's stuck in there, possibly dying, and we're just standing here doing nothing about it." The calmness of Taehyung's voice sent a shiver up Hoseok's spine, but suddenly Taehyung had looked up and now the tears streaming down his face were apparent. Jungkook gasps softly at the tears in the male's eyes, covering his mouth with only his fingertips in light surprise. "He- he's probably so scared. Just sitting there and wondering how the hell he got there. He's my soulmate, I can't just let him stay in there! I have to get in there and-" Taehyung cuts himself off when he suddenly raises his fist, about to bang on the glass which would surely draw more than enough unwanted attention. Although, before he can actually bang on the door, another warm hand grabs his wrist, and he quickly turns around. His wide, dark black eyes stare at two calmer brown ones. Hoseok doesn't have a smile on his face, and although his grip is gentle, his face is so scarily serious it made Namjoon want to look away momentarily.

"Jimin is my soulmate, too." Hoseok's voice is stern as he speaks, and Taehyung's lips part to say something. Anything, really. But nothing came out. His voice was caught in his throat, and all that came out was a small breath. "Jimin isn't only yours, and he isn't only mine. He's all of ours. And we're all in the same exact situation you're in." Hoseok's voice is so level, so calm despite the situation they're in, despite Taehyung being right. They didn't have forever. Jimin could be in this building on the brink of death, and they wouldn't know. Not until they get in there.

It's quiet and tense for a moment, the air was thick enough that a knife would struggle to cut through it. The only things that happen are the staring contest between Taehyung and Hoseok, and the other males who look between the two, waiting for something to happen.

Without any warning, a loud snapping of wood can be heard, and all their heads whip around to see what could've caused such a noise.

The door to the building had practically been splintered open. Half of it on the floor inside the nearly pitch-black building, bits of it still holding on to whatever grip it had on the actual doorframe, and wood chips all over the floor. All of their eyes quickly look up to see Jungkook with the most innocent yet mischievous look of all time in his eyes.