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"Welcome, to my Home, BTS! Shall we play a game?"
                          
"What the fuck?" Yoongi's deep growl emitted from behind the boys as they stared wide-eyed at the speaker.
                          
"You are all currently together and content, yes?" It chuckled darkly, seeming amused as the boys started trembling with fear. 
                          
"Well, not for long! You all have 8 hours to find a way out of this mansion!" It announced in excitement, someone scoffed.
                          
"Is this a joke?" It was Jin, who seemed nervous but willing to make light of the situation. However, very poorly.
                          
"And if not?" Namjoon spoke out to the object, and they all waited patiently.
                          
"Then nothing happens." It said, the boys furrowed their brows in confusion. 
                          
"However, with every hour that passes, one of you dies." 
                          
"The actual fuck is wrong with you?!" Yoongi bellowed, pure rage seeping from his body as he took a threatening step towards the harmless speaker. 
                          
Jimin held his arm,
                          
The voice had stopped talking.
                          
"What do we do?" Hoseok whimpered, his eyes wide as he leaned against the wall for support. Namjoon sighed.
                          
"You heard them, we have 8 hours to escape from here," He started, and everyone's attention was on him as they listened intently. 
                          
Just like old times.
                          
"Let's split up, clear the ground as much as possible so we can deduce where the exit is going to be.
                          
It's 12:46 PM as of now, guys. You all have watches, so please get back here before it reaches 1:46 PM."
                          
Namjoon started pointing everyone in a certain direction, as he was left going down the corridor to his left. 
                          
Everyone still seemed shaken up because of the sudden reality of the situation, and the fact they were in the same house as a sick and twisted murderer wasn't helping either.
                          
But they stood tall and brave, for the sake of each other and their families at home.
                          
••• •
                          
Unlike the other members, who kept glancing behind them every few seconds, Jimin kept his eyes glued to his feet. 
                          
It's as if they were the most interesting thing he's ever seen.
                          
It's unlike Jimin to be so quiet and calm in situations like this, and that just made Jimin even more silent as he tried to figure out what's making him act so weird.
                          
Then it clicked.
                          
Did he have a bad fight with his wife? Yes, he did.
                          
Did he storm out of the front door to go to the so called 'house party' in a fit of disbelief and rage? Yes, he did.
                          
Was the topic at which they were arguing about stupid? Actually, it wasn't. 
                          
It was quite a serious topic that he would have to have a proper conversation with his wife with if he ever wanted to to fix it. When he goes back home of course.
                          
If he goes back home.
                          
It felt like only minutes had passed when Jimin's head lifted slightly to meet with the large double doors that basically welcomed him with open arms.
                          
His eyes widened in curiosity as he pulled at the handles on the doors, but they didn't budge.
                          
Then he peered through the keyhole, and a light gasp escaped his lips as the sight of grass met his vision. 
                          
Where were they?
                          
Then it hit him.
                          
This was the front door. The exit. The way out, the way home.
                          
His body immediately jolted upright, as he stumbled back from the doors in excitement and started running around the place frantically. 
                          
"GUYS!! I'VE FOUND IT!"
                          
••••    •••
                          
Namjoon sauntered down the corridor sternly, completely set on finding the others. The clock had struck 1:45 PM without him realising, he had to get back quickly. 
                          
His eyes spotted a familiar figure, and his steps faltered in confusion but slight relief.
                          
"What's up? Why aren't you with the others?" He asked in concern upon seeing the male's distressed expression. 
                          
However, when the other male him, his face morphed into a blank and cold stare. 
                          
 A cold chill ran up Namjoon's spine.
                          
"What are you doing here?" He tried again, but the other male simply let out a dark cackle. Even as his eyes held hidden sorrow.
                          
And regret.
                          
Namjoon knew something was wrong, but desperately tried to deny it.
                          
"I'm sorry, Joonie." 
                          
Then, all of a sudden, Namjoon let out a surprised and painful yell as a trapdoor opened beneath him, as his body fell within the floor.
                          
His head crashed against the floorboard on his way down, leaving a fresh blood stain on the carpet before Namjoon's eyes rolled to the back of his head. 
                          
His body disappeared within the darkness. 
                          
Then the trapdoor closed behind him.

                          
"1 hour had passed, 7 remaining."