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"Why the fuck are we here again?" Jan asked, clutching onto Jure's arm tight enough he knew he would leave a bruise.
"Because we're stupid," Jure responded his voice trembling. The room they stepped into was no better than the last, the walls covered in grime and gore, the furniture slashed and destroyed. They took another step before they heard a loud bang and a door to their right slammed open. A huge, hulking figure stood in the doorway, brandishing a very loud and very large chainsaw. The figure revved the engine and that spurred Jan into action.
He grabbed Jure's hand and sprinted through the next door, not even bothering to look where he was going, only thinking about getting away from whatever the fuck that thing was.
He heard Jure's footsteps behind him along with the chainsaw engine sounding much too close for his liking. He ran faster, not once letting Jure's hand drop as he burst through another door.
They were in a dark room, a small wondow only letting in enough light for Jan to see it was maybe a kitchen of some kind. He didn't bother to take in the scenery, instead he raced to a large cupboard and threw open the doors to find just enough room for both him and Jure to hide in.
He dragged his friend inside before shutting the door behind them.
Their terrified breathing filled the tiny space, their hearts racing as they held each other close. Tears streamed down Jan's face as they waited in the dark, listening out for any sounds that they were followed. It felt like an eternity passed. They slowly caught their breath but were still trembling, to scared to dare break the silence that settled around them.
"What the fuck," Jure finally whispered out, his arms tight around Jan's body, trembling.
Jan jumped out of his skin as they heard the door to the room open and heavy footsteps began walking around the room. Jan's heart lept to his throat.
He found the back of Jure's head and pulled him close, their breath mingling together in short sharp pants. The footsteps stopped right outside the cupboard and Jan thought his heart might explode from how fast it was racing. He was going to die, they were going to be killed in a closet and he had so much he still wanted to do, so many regrets. He turned to Jure, the blonde man's eyes large and shiny in terror.
"In case we die, know that I always wanted to kiss you," Jan said before pulling Jure close and kissing him hard. Jure responded a second later, kissing him back and running a trembling hand through Jan's hair. It was messy and hard and Jan wished he'd kissed him sooner.
They heard the door open but both were too terrified to look and fact their doom.
"Why are you making out in a cupboard in the staff room?" Nace asked them.
Jan turned to look at a very confused bassist standing in front of them. The lights in the room has been turned on and Jan could see now that the room they'd run into was not somewhere they were meant to be.
The room had no themeing, no blood and gore and ruined furniture. It was a perfectly normal staff room with a few worn couches and a small kitchenette.
Jan sheepishly stepped out of the cupboard, still holding Jure's hand.
"We got a bit lost," Jure offered as explanation. They both felt a bit silly now. They'd agreed to go with the others to the haunted attraction, everything starting off fine until they'd gotten separated from Kris, Nace and Bojan. Evidently in their haste to escape the madman with a chainsaw they'd entered a staff only area.
"That doesn't explain why you were making out," Nace chuckle as he lead them back out towards the exit, having been allowed back in to find his friends.
"I didn't want to die a virgin" Jan joked, grinning at Jure who leaned in to give him another quick peck. Maybe Jan could kiss him again even when they didn't think they were about to die.