Nobody's P.O.V

This time when Seokjin opens his eyes, he doesn't feel Taehyung laying against his chest. He looks around the room, clearing his foggy vision. It's still dark, and Taehyung lays with his head on Namjoon. To Seokjin's relief, Taehyung looks much better.

Suddenly feeling cold, Jin stands up and slips on his pajama pants and shirt. He walks over to the window to look out. He holds back the curtains with one hand, letting in the dim light of the city outside.

Suddenly, something catches his attention. His eyes meet with a glass window on the third level of an apartment complex across the street. On the other side of the window, he sees a scarlet abyss. Monstrous flames lick at the glass with vicious ferocity. A cloud of pitch-black smoke billows above the flames, like a Black Swan drifting gracefully on a lake.

Jin's eyes widen in terror, an unexplainable feeling mixed with a sick feeling of alarm stirring in the pit of his stomach. He suddenly feels like he could vomit. Vomit from worry.

But, worry for who?

Worry for...

Yoongi?

"Oh my god," he gasps out.

Suddenly, his breathing quickens and he feels like he should do something. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead.

Namjoon stirs and his rough voice asks Jin what's wrong.

"I...I have to go. I...I need to go. I'm sorry Namjoon," Seokjin says quickly. He slips on his sweater and shoes and grabs his piece of the Love Pendant.

"What? Why?" Namjoon asks.

"I'm sorry, there's no time explain," Jin says quickly. He opens the door and runs.

"Wait, hyung! What happened? Where are you going?!" Namjoon shouts as the door slams shut. But he is too late. Seokjin is already halfway down the stairs, running so fast that he isn't breathing.

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Seokjin's P.O.V

I run at full speed down the stairs of the hotel. Running through the lobby and out the door, the hotel staff gives me strange looks.

I emerge outside into the late night cold, my rapid breaths visible in the air. I look both ways before dashing across the wet street. Only a few people are out, so it's probably later than I think. I look up and I can still see the flames in the apartment of the building in front of me.

I point to the flames and shout to a woman walking by to call 911. She looks up and gasps, then quickly dials the number on her phone that she already had in hand.

I quickly approach the door and fling it open.

"Wait, you'll get hurt! Just wait for the fire department!!" The woman shouts at me.

But I ignore her, my footsteps thundering up the old wooden staircase of the apartment complex.

I run up three flights of stairs until I see a door with smoke escaping through the cracks. I bang on the door, but no one answers. I try the handle. It's locked.

I spot a red case that reads:
IN CASE OF EMERGENCY

It's built into the wall by the door. I smash the glass with my elbow and grab the red axe inside. I begin to whack the handle repeatedly, and with all of my strength. After a few hits, the door slams open.

I enter the room, covering my nose and mouth with the sleeve of my sweater. Suddenly, I begin to hear the low humming of the pendant in my pocket.

"Is anyone in here?!" I shout.

I see a figure sprawled out on a bed, unconscious.

It's Yoongi.

"Oh my god, Yoongi!!"

I cough through the smoke.

"Yoongi!!"

The humming grows more intense, and then stops abruptly as I grab his hand and pull his limp body onto my back, his head resting on my shoulder. A flame licks my arm and I cry out in pain when I feel a deep burning sensation.

I pant and drag us out the door.

"Seokjin." I hear Yoongi gasp into my ear.

"Yoongi, are you okay?" I ask.

He doesn't answer as I rush back down the staircase.

I emerge outside and begin coughing uncontrollably. To my surprise, Taehyung and Namjoon stand near the door, terrified looks on their faces.

An ambulance and a fire truck drive up and stop abruptly. Firefighters flood out and begin to set up the long fire hose.

I carry Yoongi over to the ambulance.

"He needs medical attention!!" I shout. An EMT rushes forward and helps me carry Yoongi onto a stretcher. They put an oxygen mask on him and roll his stretcher into the ambulance.

"Are you with him?" The EMT asks.

"Yes, and they're with me, too," I say, pointing to Namjoon and Taehyung.

The man nods and we all four jump into the back. They close the doors and we stand beside the stretcher that holds an unconscious Yoongi.

"Namjoon, what are you two doing out here?" I ask between coughs.

"Taehyung and I saw you run into the building from the window. Then I saw the flames. I had to do something," Namjoon says, sounding out of breath.

"Hyung, how did you know he was in there?" Taehyung asks, clutching Namjoon's arm tightly.

"I don't know, TaeTae. I looked out the window, and I had this unexplainable feeling, and I just...knew."

Taehyung looks down at Yoongi and then back to me. He gasps and leans forward, putting his mouth by my ear.

"Hyung, what happens if they find me?" He whispers shakily.

I had forgotten that the police were looking for him, no more than four or five hours ago.

I cup his cheek with my hand and smile comfortingly.

"You should be okay if you just be sure to not draw attention to yourself. I'll ask the nurse for a mask when we get to the hospital, so don't worry about it too much. Okay?" I whisper to him.

Taehyung nods and rests his head on Namjoon's arm. Taehyung still looks a little sick, dark circles around his eyes. I hope he has the energy to stay conscious until we get him to someplace where he can continue to rest comfortably.

I feel both relieved that we found Yoongi, and worried about what dangers the rest of the members could be having to face.

I look out the back window of the ambulance as the driver rushes us to the hospital, and I realize something.

This night seems to be endless.

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Jungkook's P.O.V

"J-J-Jin-h-h-hyung?"

The person that looks like Seokjin-hyung laughs a piercing, high-pitched laugh. He stops abruptly, his expression changing to one that sends shivers up my spine.

No. Definitely not Jin-hyung.

He lifts his hand and trails his finger down the side of my face.

"You look exactly like him," he says, his voice scratchy and grating.

He drops his hand and looks me in the eyes. After a few moments of his intimidating stare, he looks down at my neck and his eyes widen. I follow his line of sight.

I see a chain with a purple pendant attached. I didn't realize it before. I don't even remember putting it on, let alone where it came from.

He grabs it and yanks it off. I shout in pain, the chain digging deep into my skin.

"Where did you get this?" He asks harshly.

I stare at him silently.

My words seem to be stuck in my throat. My eyes well with tears and 'Jin-hyung' looks away quickly, like he doesn't want to see me cry.

He stands and pockets the necklace, then turns away.

"W-who are you? Why are you keeping me here?" I ask, trying to steady my voice.

He doesn't turn around.

"You'll know soon enough," is all he says, as he walks out of the room

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A/N:
Guys, it's getting closer to the climax of the story! There's not too many chapters left, so stay tuned.

Also, I forgot to clarify in an earlier chapter that Jungkook's hands and feet are tied together, so that's why he hasn't really tried to escape.

Anyway, thanks for reading! <3