"You know I don't lie well." He'd never been a good liar. He could lie and say he was okay and things were fine but he couldn't lie about anything as complicated as that. He closed his eyes and tried his best to breathe through the cold and panic. "Don't wish more things on yourself" I was just hoping we wouldn't die. And I don't think we're going to live long."

"Well, not if you keep talking." In the distance, a gun cocked and a boy about their age came in, leaning against the door and glaring them both down. "This isn't a social event. Shut the fuck up."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." Jimin immediately lowered his head and shut up. The guy had a gun!