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Min Yoongi had a dark, cold gaze as he walked into the equally dark and cold room with a steady pace. His eyes were narrowed into a glare that could spear right into your soul. His legs continued forward with a slight limp.
The one lightbulb dangling overhead of the empty room flickered. It would blink or falter for a couple of seconds before going back to shining the space. The room was small. A small square that made everyone's skin turn pale everytime they entered.
Yoongi hated this room. The Magic Shop. A twisted name that held no significance for any of them. This room was nothing close to Magic.
He walked three more feet until he reached a window. It was the type of window you see at the bank or movie theater. A glass separating the two, the small space being the only connection between the two. It was just big enough to slip a small object through.
Yoongi held his glare as he slipped in a yellow wrapped lollipop. The wrapper was wrinkled and faded from his harsh grip, specks of red coloring it. As he slipped in the small object, he noticed how dirty his right hand was. It was coal black and littered of small cuts while his left one held permanent scars that haunt him day and night. He shivered before walking away.
Park Jimin had looked down the entire time. He walked so slowly and carefully to the window, you might think he was walking on an edge of a cliff. Jimin was cold and empty, just like the room. He could still smell the faint scent of Yoongi (burnt wood) as he approached the window. He managed to lift his head and to catch a small glimpse of his reflection through the tinted glass. His right eye was swollen, his lip was cut and beaten, and small cuts were scattered over his face.
Jimin's breath hitched for a second when he gazed passed his reflection and saw a faint shadow behind the glass window. The familiar pound in his chest resumed. Jimin quickly slipped his small paper of a drawing before walking away.
Kim Taehyung was laughing. He played around with the light brown satchel bag that had a bandana tied to the end. He swung it up and down, changed it between hands as he approached the window. His jeans were extremely ript as if an animal clawed through them. His face was tinted with dirt and a purple bruise painted right at the temple of his head.
Taehyung wasn't laughing maniacally. He wasn't laughing as if he just experienced watching the funniest comedic films. No, he was just laughing. Maybe even giggling. With a proud smile, he slipped the bag through. He watched the item disappear into whatever was at the other side of the window.
Taehyung's face fell and his eyes turned dark. His laughing halted. There was no emotion on his face and it could only be described as blank. His expression turned as serious as Yoongi's.
Jung Hoseok walked robotically. His eyes were faced not towards the ground, but to the chocolate bar in his fingers. His eyes were craving, but persistent. The boy's steps were slow as he continued to stare at the sweet treat.
He didn't know he had approached the window until his front ran into it. He stumbled an inch back before looking up. Hoseok had a hint of hesitation. Yes or No, his brain screamed for an answer. His thoughts seemed to be having another fight with one another, but it was hopeless because one side always won.
Hoseok tried not to sigh or show a sign of emotion when he came to the conclusion. He raised his hand and held the candy bar in between the small transfer space. He stared at the chocolate bar, the Snicker's logo quietly taunting him. This is what they're testing me on, Hoseok repeated to himself. This is what they want.
Hoseok almost jumped when he felt a hand from the other side try to pull the object away. Hoseok didn't know why, but he grasped onto it. He knew he shouldn't fall into their trick, but the chocolate bar was tempting.
The two had a small tug and war before Hoseok dejectedly let go of it. He harshly exhaled as the object was retracted away. Hoseok's mouth turned downwards for a second before going back to his simple look. He exhaled through his nose and walked away. There was still a part of him fighting back.
Kim Seokjin admired the wine glass in his right hand. He played around with it in between his fingers, looking at it from a angle so the light could reflect against it. The flickering light had created a beautiful pattern to shadow against the wall. It reminded him of a Batman call from the shows he would watch when he was younger. Ironic.
He walked at a normal pace to the window. His left foot first, and then his right.
Seokjin gave one last look to the small wine glass before slipping it through the window space. He didn't show much emotion. Seokjin acted as if he just returned an item to a friend. His expression simply showed how he just wanted to get this over with and go back to his room.
His muddy jeans and clawed back were the only proof that he had strived for his life to get this single glass object. A simple wine glass that wasn't even for him. An object he had almost gotten killed for, just to give it back.
Seokjin walked away with simplicity in his eyes.
Kim Namjoon was even calmer than Seokjin, if possible. He walked pretty quick compared to the others and slipped his shard of glass between the space. His hand was bloody, but he only winced as if he had gotten a paper cut.
"Is that all you want from me today?" He sincerely asked. His tone was as if he was asking his mother if she wanted him to run any more errands. Annoyed, but compliant.
Once the silence was the only thing that responded to him, he walked away. Namjoon took out his book and opened it to his bookmarked page.
"Number 51368109910. Please approach the window."
Silence.
"Number 51368109910. Please approach the window."
Silence. Jungkook stayed at his place at the door.
"Number 51368109910. Please approach the window."
Suddenly, a hand shoved Jungkook into the cold dark room. Jungkook stumbled forward. He huffed and tried to straighten himself out after catching his fall. He whipped his head behind him to curse at whoever pushed him in, but the door got slammed shut. He sighed. Jungkook slowly approached the window, his legs aching from all the running. His jacket was torn and he only had one shoe. His foot was exposed to the cold steel ground.
Once he arrived the window, he stood. Jungkook stood and didn't make any motion to move.
After a minute, he saw a hand reaching out through the small window space. It was a silent call for the object. It had its palm out as it waited for something to be placed. Jungkook's heart began to beat quickly.
"Please give your item."
Jungkook began to breathe harder.
"I-I don't have it." He whispered out. The room felt colder and the light bulb was dying out.
"Please give your item." The monotone voice repeated.
Jungkook's fist curled. His fear in his eyes disappeared and a glare replaced it.
"I said I don't have it!" He yelled.
A wave of courage began to flow through his body. The adredeline hadn't left yet.
"I don't have your fucking object! I couldn't find it when I was nearly dragged to death!" Jungkook screamed.
"I want to go home! I won't do any of your stupid fucking experiments, you shit heads! I'm going to kill all of you once I escape out of this fucking hell!" Jungkook continued to yell out the room.
He knew they were watching him. They were always being watched.
Jungkook's chest heaved from the outburst. He had to get all of that anger out of him. His nails dug into his skin so hard, it was close to bleed.
It stayed silent. It was fearfully silent. The only noise was the whirring of the light over him. There was no movement or sound. The next words made all previous courage get flushed away.
"Test #2761 failed."
The lights finally died down a second later, the entire room turning black. The boy whipped his head to all sides and began to sweat. A loud pounding began to echo. It was gradually turning louder and closer.
Then, the whistle began. Two whistles, a drop in the note, and two more whistles. Jungkook backed up and felt the wall come in contact with his back. He almost cried knowing what was next.
They're coming, he last thought.
The light above flickered once more by miracles, but Jungkook wished it didn't. It revealed a shadow inches away from the boy's face.
Jungkook's screams echoed out the halls.