—MYG
7:19 AM KST

yoongi swallowed hard.

he just wanted to sit back and await his death; he didn't want to die trying. if he had to die...then he'd rather not make any effort and just sit there.

but the reverse bear trap thing? it was irritating the hell out of him. it felt so unnecessarily heavy—he couldn't go in peace like this. he didn't really want to have his jaws ripped apart either. it was just unappealing.

he sighed, leaning down as far as he could to take a part of the restraint in between his teeth, pulling the restraint so that the tie lock faced towards him, before pulling the tie as tight as possible, to make it easier to break. he did the same with the other hand, before balling both hands into fists, preparing to break free.

when i free myself, i'll have sixty seconds to cut his stomach open, find the key, grab it, and find the keyhole on the back of this stupid thing, put the key in, turn it, and get it the fuck away from me, he thought to himself, trying to calm himself down by organizing step-by-step on what he had to do. he bit the bottom of his lip in concentration.

he shut his eyes before clenching hard and forcing his hands up, feeling the zip ties snap on impact.

60...

yoongi scrambled onto his feet.

59...

he ran towards his former drug dealer and kneeled next to him.

58...

yoongi picked up a scalpel that was provided for him, lying next to the body of his acquaintance.

57...

he nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized that the drug dealer was still alive.

56...

yoongi could see him rolling his eyes around and breathing. he was fucking breathing.

55...

he felt blood pound in his head, nearly to the point where it was painful. he didn't know what to do. the drug dealer was paralyzed and he could probably feel it if yoongi slid a knife into his damned stomach.

54...

he wanted to cry; he wanted to break down right there.

53...

yoongi. do you really want to have your jaws ripped open and have the police come find you like that?

52...

no...not really.

51...

get on it, then.

50...

without further hesitation, he raised the scalpel and stabbed it into the drug dealer's stomach.

49...

his eyes bulged out with each stab he took to the stomach. the blood soaked his shirt, both the victim's and yoongi's.

48...

yoongi wanted to stop. he didn't want to hurt anyone else. but he had to live.

47...

he ripped his stomach open, before going straight to the organ.

46...

his drug dealer's eyes had rolled back to where he could only see the whites of his eyes. yoongi could feel the hotness behind his eyes well up.

45...

yoongi slid a blade across his stomach, scrunching up his nose when the contents of his stomach spilled.

44...

he saw the key. he gripped it with his index and middle fingers, grimacing when he felt the warm liquid coating the metal.

43...

he swallowed nervously, hastily trying to fit the key in—but he didn't know where the keyhole was.

40...

he felt his heart pound erratically against his chest while he reached back, stabbing the key nearly everywhere on the back of the mechanism.

35...

yoongi could feel tears leak from the back of his eyelids—something he hadn't felt in years.

30...

his arm was growing tired. he reached back and tried to feel for something even remotely close to a small keyhole.

25...

come on...

20...

fuck.

15... 

where, where, where—

10...

where the hell is it?

9...

yoongi's actions became more desperate. he knew that he didn't have time. but he needed it. he needed to get out of this hell-ridden place. he—

5...

wait—it was there, right behind him, a little to the left.

4...

he shoved the key in, his fingers quivering.

3...

he turned it.

2...

the key clicked.

1...

he forced the trap off from his head, and when it landed on the ground, it snapped open—it would've been his jaw if he hadn't gotten it off on time. his legs gave out from underneath him, and he let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. yoongi felt his heart thrash against his chest, before it came to a slightly more stable speed.

his shoulders sagged, feeling extremely tired and wanting to go home—the aftermath of an adrenaline rush and a near-death experience. he snapped his head towards the furthest corner of the room when he heard a creak.

was it that guy? the guy who nearly fucking killed me?

yoongi got back up on his feet, blinking hard a couple of times to get rid of the dizziness. he walked towards the source of the sound, his hands balled into fists, putting the remaining strength he had in them.

"you little—"

it was only a door, which was made to look like a part of the wall. it had creaked open—yoongi guessed that this was made to open when his time limit was up. he slid a hand in between the crevice, opening it up.

he cautiously stepped in, which revealed another room, dimly lit by a small lamp. there was a lone table in the middle of the room, a bottle of water and his phone.

yoongi rushed inside, grabbing it in a frenzy. he turned it on—good, the phone hadn't died—and unlocked it. his hopes were shattered when he saw that there was no service.

but a couple of messages had arrived prior to his discovery.

unknown number : 
if you're reading this, it means 
that you have survived. congrats.

unknown number : 
but if you thought that this was 
all over—well, you're in for a 
surprise.

unknown number : 
another door will open 
next to you when all the 
victims are either dead 
or alive. before then...enjoy 
your small respite. i'll see you 
soon.

unknown number :
oh, and one more thing.

unknown number :
nd..l uh yzud kx xdl,mky . 
ckc hlj nzrd vjy ?

unknown number :
bllc .je, , hlj sk.. 
yddc kg .

a/n ;

y'all the codes i have provided
so far can be solved :-) keep
guessing ;) i'll have everything
decoded by the end of the book
but y'all will have to wait like
30 more chapters or smth rip