Trapped

I've always hated the quiet.

There was no specific reason, I just hated it.

Maybe it was because of the simplicity that allowed all the complexity of the world into it. In silence all others can hear is just that, while each specific person is hearing something raging in their own black hole.

When I was little I'd literally scream in the middle of a library to fill the suffocating silence.

I'm having a nightmare. It's only explanation on how impossibly unlucky I'd have to be to be literally trapped in a room full of darkness and silence, my only company being a taciturn man, who, at the moment, does not seem to be enjoying my presence.

"So...uh, how are you?" I said an embarrassing attempt to break the tension-filled stillness, physically face-palming at my words soon after.

"I'm fine." His voice was smooth and soft, but nobody could miss the hints of discomfort layering underneath.

"I asked how you are, not how you looked."

Oh, shit.

I needed to stop.

Why the hell was I like this?

My body stiffened in expectation for his undoubtedly negative reaction.

It's fine, it's not like he can hate me more than I already hate myself.

My self-loathing froze as Jungkook abruptly dissolved into a puddle of hysterics. He laughed like glass shattering; sharp, sudden, crashing into a halt. It was the kind of laugh that surprises you at first, but you soon find the sound mellifluous and beautiful, and before I knew it I was relaxed, laughing along with him, our harmonized spluttering sounds of joy filling the dark room.

I decided then and there that his laugh was my favorite sound in the world.

"You're so weird," he choked out, his voice still throaty after our fit of cackling.

"I know," I responded still hiccuping on my own laughter.

I sighed contently, momentarily forgetting the dire situation at hand. He seemed to remember simultaneously, his relaxed form standing to begin pacing circles around my form that was still resting on the floor.

"Do you have your phone on you?" I asked, hoping that he did, even though he probably would have called someone by now if he had.

"No, I don't, I never reply to any texts anyway, so I thought there was no point. Do you?" He responded, his pacing was making me antsy.

"It's out of charge." I stared at the black screen of our only connection to the outside world. It takes 3 hours to charge just a bit, even at that it barely stays alive for long.

He looked down using the minimal light breaking through the window surrounding the door to make out the small block of metal in my hand and snorted slightly.

"That's your phone? "

"I have a lot of mouths to feed, okay." I pulled my phone into my chest defensively, pouting.

"I'll have to make a request for you to get a company phone, so something like this doesn't happen again," he murmured to himself quietly. I perked up immediately.

"Really! That means I can give the one I have to Jisoo, she's been asking for a phone for so long. Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, practically bouncing from excitement.

I hope it's the kind that slides open with the buttons on the inside!

I jumped in fear, a squeak pulling from my mouth when a loud crash resounded as Jungkook rammed himself into the door. Then again.

And again.

And again.

"Stop! Stop! You'll end up hurting yourself if you keep this up!" I exclaimed racing to his barrelling form.

"If you have any better ideas, I'd gladly listen, but for now this our only choice." He positioned himself to try and open the door again.

"What if we just wait for someone to find us. If we keep making noise maybe they'll hear us," I suggested frantically, attempting to keep this hard-headed boy from breaking his arm.

"That'll take too long, Aemin-ssi, we could end up not getting out until tomorrow," he reasoned slowly as if talking to a child.

"It'll probably be harder to get out and into the dorm with your arm broken, Jungkook-ssi" I replied matching his condescending tone.

He squared his shoulders stubbornly.

"I'll be fine."

"I won't be if you hurt yourself and I'm on the streets jobless because you got me fired for your stubborn ass," I said, my shoulders squaring as well.

We stood toe to toe, chest to chest, face to... collarbone. I tilted my chin up to meet his bottomless dark eyes with defiance.

He knew I wasn't going to give up, he could tell from the way I held myself with dignity and willpower. It was the same way I noticed he held himself. He let his shoulders drop as he glared at me.

"Well, what do you suggest?" He spoke in a sharp, clear tone, his voice cutting through the dense tension.

"First, let's find a light switch, I'm getting sick of not being able to see your face properly." I turned and ran my hands along the textured wall, the feeling making numb tingles erupt across my fingertips.

Jungkook jumped slightly as I suddenly bust out laughing, my shoulders caving in on themselves, hands propped on my knees as I tried to catch the breath that had been stolen by the hiccup-like laughter.

"What is it?" Jungkook asked arms crossed over his chest protectively. I can't blame him, sometimes I scare myself by simply looking in the mirror. I shook my head to sober up, an uncontrollable smile tugging at my lips.

"What-what do you call it when you grope a wall looking for a light switch," I paused for dramatic effect, "a turn on." I giggled, almost falling on the floor from the force it, while the doe-eyed boy simply shook his head warily.

"One Jin hyung is enough, thank you," he muttered under his breath and I could imagine him flashing his endearing bunny teeth.

I chuckled and continued to search, feeling lighter with relief because the heaviness in the atmosphere had loosened significantly.

"I found it." There was a quiet click and I was temporarily blinded by the unexpected brightness, leaving a white imprint on the inside of my eyelids as they adjusted. I blinked around what looked like any old conference room, short grayish carpet coating the floor, a dark glossy table set in the center, and about 15 spinny chairs set across the room.

"Okay, now let's try to find something to open the door with, maybe a paperclip or a bobby pin," I said with finality, propping my fists on my hips.

"And if we don't find anything?" He asked with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"How about this, I get an hour to get us out, if it doesn't work we do your idea?" I wrinkled my nose at the thought of his idea.

"Oh! How 'bout whoever gets us out first wins, and the loser has to buy food," I added clapping my hands happily.

"Deal." A competitive glint entered his dark eyes.

"No funny business though, you have to help me find a way out. If you find the thing that opens the door you can win." I continued, while he simply nodded, already searching.

He liked winning I guess.

Or maybe he just wants free food.

I shrugged to myself and began searching with more energy than I knew I harbored. I checked under the table, ran a finger along the grooves of the chair, I even got down on my hands and knees to search the floor. Frustration took ahold of me after a while, the fact that I was practically starving fueling that further, to the point that I literally groaned out of exasperation.

"Any luck?" I called over to Jungkook, who was peering at the gray floor. He held no signs of frustration of hunger of any sort, making me feel slightly embarrassed of my outbreak.

"Ah, no. I haven't found anything yet." 

I let out a sigh and briefly considered to let him use brute force to open the door, quickly deciding against it. I was giving up too fast. 

With a surge of drive and adrenaline, I continued to look for a way out, becoming more creative with the places I was searching. 

Crawling up on the glossy table, my sneakers squeaking against the cool wood.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his face scrunched in confusion as he peered up at me.

"Higher Ground," I responded shortly, moving from knees to the balls of my feet in a crouch and stood. 

Moving in a slow circle, I disregarded the feeling of Jungkook's eyes watching me. There was a small bright flash of gold set upon the top of the tall door frame. I twisted my body, not quite believing what I was seeing, but there it was. A gold key.

I squealed loudly in victory, pointing a shaky finger at it. 

"I found a key." I clapped in satisfied glee at my accomplishment. I jumped down from the table, relishing the muffled smack of my feet against the carpet. 

Skipping happily toward the door I reached upward, before realizing I barely reached the halfway to the top of the frame. I jumped, cursing my height.

"Can you get it?" I sighed, dropping my hands down to my sides, my posture caving in on itself from disappointment.

He cackled evilly as he walked past me.

"Short," he remarked quietly, reaching up to try and grab the key. 

He couldn't reach it either.

"Haha. Who's short now." I grinned mischievously.

"Still you."

"Brat," I growled under my breath, my fists place on my hips. I pulled a chair over, trying to get on top of it, only for the chair to begin spinning, throwing me off onto the floor. 

"Get on top of me." I choked on my spit as I inhaled sharply at the words that popped out his pretty lips.

"Um... look, you're really cute and all, but I'm not really-" I spluttered uncomfortably.

"Not like that," he interrupted, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes.

"Oh," I breathed, relieved it wasn't going in the direction I was thinking. 

He kneeled down and gestured me to get up on his shoulders. My eyes widened significantly as I stared at his sturdy shoulders, only a thin layer of fabric separating the air from his muscled body. 

He wanted me to sit on his shoulders.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

The prude in me was screaming at me to stay standing, find another way that didn't include touching of any sort, but my hunger riddled mind was desperate for an escape out of this room.

To hell with it.

My worn jean rubbed against my skin as I swung a leg over one darkly clad shoulder, my hands buried in his hair for balance while I place my second leg up too. I felt his muscles flex underneath me as he stood up to his full height, the warmth from his neck seeping into my thighs. The frantic thrumming at the base of my throat a constant reminder that I was indeed sitting on Jeon Jungkook's shoulders.

I squeaked as he began moving forward, instinctively pushing myself closer to him, my stomach pressing firmly against his head, painfully aware of his every movement.

"Aemin-ssi?" 

I breathed sharply as I heard his voice, the smell of rain, which was becoming quite familiar, flooding my senses. I looked up to realize that we had made it to the door frame, a dull gold key, which at the moment was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, sitting along the edge of the frame. I snatched it up greedily, a relieved giggle escaping my lips.

Jungkook set me down on the table less than a minute later, my hand shooting out to hand him the key, which he quickly slid into the lock, a satisfying click resounding through the room. 

"Finally!" He exclaimed in English, his soft accent peeking though endearingly as he scrunched his nose and flashed his bunny teeth at our release.

"Freedom!" I yelled, also in English, pumping a fist into the air.

We both ran out, our harmonized laughter bouncing off the walls as we made it into the cool, fresh air.

"Wait! Who won the competition?" I asked, eyes wide.

"I don't know. You found the key, but I got us out," he said staring down at me.

"Split the bill?"

"Split the bill."

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A/N 

Hehe... it's been a while. 

IM SORRY OKAY I HAD A SMALL CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK 

BUT IM BACK 

this chapter kinda sucked and was shortish but I hope you enjoyed it lol

THANKS FOR READING I LOVE ALL YOUR CUTE ASSES