Namjoon snuck around the back of the building, gesturing for Jungkook to go the other side. He couldn't see any signs of anywhere else to enter. This place was a dank, windowless nightmare box. It was unlikely they were getting in.

Ten dropped down uselessly, his body giving up under him as he hit the floor hard. He wanted to pull up his pants but he couldn't use his hands right now. He was going to die now. Die after everything. Min Yoongi would kill him or Cheon would, one or the other. He wished he could have seen Hobi once more, he was always so kind of him.

Jimin jerked upright, shooting Tae a panicked look. "Tae? Tae? What else did Namjoon say? I-- I think I can hear Yoongi! Oh, Tae. It's going to be okay." Hopefully. Maybe. At least it sounded like Yoongi had come, he could only hope he was going to save them all.