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Panic. That is what Jungkook felt. Panic. That is what Jin felt. Panic. That is what Namjoon felt.
It was pitch dark. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He yelled out in surprise and pain. So did Jin and Jungkook. Namjoon had been electrocuted before, but the shock that the strap had just sent out was longer and much more painful than accidentally touching a small exposed wire.
Jungkook's panting was heard, loud and clear.
"I'm sorry, I don't feel so good. Where's Mr. Jung? I want to get out of this," Jungkook tried to pry the strap off, but it was painful.
"It's okay, stay calm." Namjoon said, yet he wasn't sure if he was saying that to Jungkook or himself.
"Are we going to die?! I don't want to die, I'm too young!" Jin said; they could hear him struggling with the strap. A faint light lit up the room. All three whipped their heads to the light. All three gasped when they saw blue light coming out of Jungkook's hands. Jungkook's eyes widened, his breathing getting faster by the second.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked, trembling. Hoseok abruptly burst in, his phone's flashlight flickering around the room. His eyes met Jungkook's hands and widened.
"Hoseok! Get us out of these!" Namjoon said, still feeling as if there was electricity in him. Hoseok rushed to them, and one by one, released each of them. Jungkook was last. As soon as his strap came off, the power came back, the lights turned on and the faint hum of the air conditioner restarted.
Jungkook sprang out of the chair and slowly backed away from the other three. He turned over his trembling hands, which now had electric sparks coming out of his fingertips, wrapping around his hands and up his arms. Tears were flowing from his eyes.
"What's happening to me?" he said, his voice shaking. The professors burst in, all of them immediately focusing on Jungkook and his miraculous hands. Jin stepped forward, slowly, his hands raised as he said, "It's okay, Jungkook, just stay calm."
Jungkook flinched and stepped backwards, shaking his head, "No! Don't get close!"
"Son, calm down."
A voice emerged from the crowd of shocked professors. Namjoon recognized the owner of the voice. It was his former professor, Dr. Minseok Kim. He was a very kind and gentle man, and he was always there for Namjoon when he needed him . Kim, confident, slowly walked towards Jungkook, his voice soft, "It's okay, we don't want to hurt you. Take deep breaths, we'll find a cure for you…"
As he was getting closer, Jungkook was shaking his head and telling Dr. Kim to get away. Dr. Kim held his hand out as he continued towards him. Jungkook frantically warned him, "No, please! You'll get hurt! Get away!"
Jungkook turned his head and outstretched both his hands. A flash of light illuminated the room, causing everyone to cover their eyes. Once the light cleared, a series of gasps and screams filled the room. Namjoon opened his eyes to see the body of Dr. Kim on the floor, his clothes slightly burnt, smoking. His eyes were open, but they were empty. His mouth was open, but he had no words to say. Jungkook was in the corner, his eyes wide with fear as he brought a hand up to his mouth to muffle a sob.
"You murdered him! You murdered Minseok!" a voice called from a collection of professors.
"No, I… I didn't mean t-"
"Didn't mean to? Didn't mean to? The nerve of this boy! Do you realize who this man was?" the infuriated professor said. Namjoon stepped forward, "Now is not the time. Someone call an ambulance, immediately!"
He knew he was giving false hope, but it was hope nonetheless. As Hoseok called 911, everyone crowded around Dr. Kim, some in tears. Namjoon crouched down, taking Dr. Kim's limp wrist in his hand. His heart skipped a beat when he felt a pulse. It was extremely weak, but a pulse nonetheless.
"He's gone!" Jin said. Namjoon shook his head and looked up, "No, he's…"
He realized that Jin wasn't talking about Dr. Kim, but Jungkook. He wasn't there. Neither were the pills.
Namjoon felt a hand on his shoulder He saw Hoseok, his brow wrinkled in worry.
"Go," he said. Namjoon nodded and started towards the door. Jin ran after him and said, "I'm coming with you."
Namjoon shook his head. It was too dangerous. Poor Jungkook, he thought, he must be so afraid.
Jin kept walking with him. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and said, "I thought I told you no?"
Jin shrugged, "I don't really care. Although, if my hair gets messed up, I'm charging you with my salon fees."
"Look, if you think this is some kind of joke-"
"Not at all! But, how are you going to find him?"
"He can't have gone far, he was here two minutes ago. He's probably still in the building."
Poor Namjoon. He had wasted so much valuable time. Little did he know of Jungkook's true whereabouts.