The guy he was on his shift with just died. He literally just died. He saw him get ripped off the top of the stairs and fall to his death, screaming all the way down and then hitting the floor with a thud. A thud he could still somehow hear. They laughed. They were laughing and everything was falling apart, he knew they were coming for him but his legs didn't work, he was in shock and unable to do anything but stare in horror.

He barely remembered to move his legs as Yoongi pulled him along, stumbling along in fear as he clung to the older man. He barely knew him, he didn't know what was going on but he knew he was staff and probably not going to kill him.

As they entered the supply closet, he didn't say anything, he was too shocked to speak. He was trembling as the headphones went on, eyes wide with horror. They were screaming excitedly outside, he could hear people screaming for other reasons and shouting angrily... then the music came on.

Tears built up in his eyes as he fell into Yoongi, unable not to shake with fear. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to! He was too young, this wasn't fair. He just wanted tuition money. He had another shift in two hours elsewhere.

"I don't want to die, hyung." Sobbing, he leaned into Yoongi and tried to be as quiet as he could be. "They're going to kill me. Please. Don't let them kill me. I never hurt anyone, hyung. I swear. I'm a good boy."