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The young boy hesitates.

His lungs fill with the noxious scent of smoke and death, his head spinning as he debates on whether or not he should try and save Yoongi. Said man's screams echo throughout the tiny space Jungkook occupies, cutting through the thick smoke like a knife. He coughs violently, trying his hardest to peer through the gaps once more to try and spot Yoongi, his mind now set on saving his brother.

However, the heat burns through the gaps, stinging Jungkook's face as he attempts to get closer. Trembling, he begins to breathe heavily, his eyes suddenly feeling very heavy. It's at this moment that he realises that the sound of Yoongi's screams have dwindled down to nothing, the only sound coming from that room the sound of the fire crackling away.

No longer wanting to wait, he crawls through the room, pressing against a little trap door. It opens easily, Jungkook quickly pushing his way through it as his lungs burn in his chest, each breathe more painful than the last. He finds himself in a darker room, his legs pushing him to stand, knees almost buckling beneath him.

Wasting no time, he begins running, choosing to honour the last word Yoongi ever said to him. His stamina is low and his body begs him to stop but he keeps himself going, navigating himself through the dark maze of smooth walls until he can no longer stand, simply collapsing onto the ground with a groan.

He curls into himself, feeling his stomach churn with the need to throw up as he clamps his eyes shut, the walls feeling as if they're closing in on him. Whimpering, Jungkook stays in this position until the air he breathes is no longer ridden with the faint scent of smoke and his muscles have enough energy to keep him standing.

He leans onto the wall for support, his hooded eyes lifting up to slowly scan his surroundings. He seems to be in what can only be described as an empty cube. The walls are a shiny black, the feel of it thankfully cool underneath Jungkook's overheated skin. Swallowing thickly, he shuffles his way to the wall in front of him, the scenery behind it different to the space that he's in.

He stumbles a few times but manages to make it to the now confirmed mirror, his neck angling every now then to try and see more of the room. However, he freezes like a deer caught in headlights when Namjoon appears from behind the mirror, his tall frame moving itself so that he's positioned directly in front of Jungkook.

"Joonie hyung," Jungkook whispers, his smile broken as he presses his warm hand against the refreshingly cool glass. The leader has no reaction, his expression cold and solemn as he simply stares at Jungkook darkly.

Jungkook's heart sinks, his hand clenching into a fist as he slowly bangs on the glass, resting his forehead against it when he realises that there's no way of getting to Namjoon now. Movement catches his eye as he lifts his head up in hope, surprised to see Namjoon's hand where his once was. Wasting no time, Jungkook presses his hand over Namjoon's, chuckling tearfully.

Namjoon is no fool. He can see the slightly distorted image of his precious Kookie through the mirror, his heart breaking at the sight of the poor boy looking so hurt, so lost. He, however, forces himself to remain emotionless, wanting to make this as painless as possible for the young boy watching.

Lord knows that Namjoon would never want to hurt Jungkook.

Inevitably, Jungkook disappears from the reflection, Namjoon's hand slipping as a happier version of himself takes the younger's place in the mirror. This version of Namjoon smiles, holding his hand out invitingly. Now, Namjoon is no stranger to this carefree and happy version of himself. He was once exactly like that but then insecurities and pressure took over, changing who he was entirely.

Swiping at his own eyes, his tears falling onto his cheeks without his knowledge, he steps towards the mirror, disappearing within it as Jungkook screams, the loud thuds of his bangs echoing in the dark room. Namjoon simply smiles as he closes his eyes, feeling proud of all that he's done for the boys as a blinding light seems to take him away. Jungkook sinks to his knees, the churning of his stomach now a feeling that he's all too familiar with.

Namjoon's gone, just like the rest of them.

He bitterly laughs as he realises that his own death can't be too far away, his sobs reducing themselves into slow sniffles as a humourless smile lifts his lips upwards.

He can't fucking wait.

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oOF i love that last line! i saved it from the original version bc i think it works well with how fed up kook is

shania