That this was terrifying was an understatement. Part of Tae almost appreciated how they hit all the beats though, right down to where they actually hung them up in a meat locker. He was scared, he was in pain and he had no idea how they'd survive, but at least this was really epic.

The rope was tied so tightly around his wrists that he couldn't even attempt to move his hands, so he doubted he'd wriggle free this way. However, the duct tape over his mouth was already coming loose and he tried to subtly rub it off against his arm, since he wasn't sure whether anyone was watching them. When he was finally able to talk again, he whispered to Jimin, moving a little on the tips of his toes to turn so he could face him.

"Jiminie?" He paused, then asked. "How's it hanging?"