Tick… Tock… Ding… Ding… Ding…

Level 1 –

Level 2 –

Level 3 –

Level 4 –

Level death…

“Kim Seokjin, what are you doing? I told you, not to use the elevator after ten!”

“Junmyeon… I-I… P-Ple-ause…”

“Yah! Kim Seokjin!”

“…”

“Jin!”

 

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“Did you hear the news?” Jimin, the school greatest CNN quickly fled from one table to another, probably having some great news to share around. As usual, Sehun only stays quietly while his head on the table, getting ready to shut his eyes off to avoid any physical interaction with his classmate.

“What now, Jimin? Can’t you see I’m trying to play my Candy Crush here?” Jongin, that one kid who just transferred from Japan yelled at the shorter boy while the latter flashed a goof smile on his tiny cute face.

“Please, candy crush is so two thousand ten. Hey Jongin, have you heard about the Kim Seokjin story?” And Jongin stopped playing his game and put his phone aside.

“Kim… Seokjin?” Jimin nodded his head.

“Rumor said that he saw a ghost last night.”

“Well, ghost exists everywhere. That’s normal, Jimin.”

“Normal? Oh Lord, seeing a ghost – wait that sounds so weird. I mean, no. Yah! You seriously do not know about the elevator story?”

“What about it?”

“Anyone who uses the elevator after ten will see a pregnant woman covered with blood while asking for help. I guess that dumb Seokjin must be helping her, he’s a fairy, though. I think he might even buy her some milk for the baby’s benefit.” The whole class was laughing at it before Jongin suddenly get up from his seat while hitting the back of Jimin’s head.

“Well, at least, he’s a gentleman. Unlike you –

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Tick… Tock… Ding… Ding… Ding…

Level 1 –

Level 2 –

Level 3 –

Level 4 –

Level death…

“Kim Seokjin, what are you doing? I told you, not to use the elevator after ten!”

“Junmyeon… I-I… P-Ple-ase…”

“Yah! Kim Seokjin!”

“…”

“Jin!”

“Boo – Kidding, I’m just fine. I lost my key, so please – Do open the door for me to get in.”

“I ING THOUGHT YOU WERE ASKING FOR SOME HELP BECAUSE THAT ELEVATOR STORY!”

“Sorry, but teasing you might be my side-job.”

“GO YOURSELF; I WON’T OPEN THE DOOR FOR YOU! !”

“Yah, but seriously – Open the door now, it’s getting too chill here. And I’m not kidding.”

“Sorry, but you better do your best sleeping outside.”

“I’m not even kidding, Junmyeon. Open the ing door now.”

“You sound too calm for someone in fear.”

“You don’t make sound when a pregnant woman is basically standing next to you, though –

“Wait, what?”

“Don’t open the door.”

“Jin.”

“Just don’t.”

“Wait, I will ing open the door now.”

“Too late Junmyeon.”

“Jin, stop kidding around.”

“…”

“Kim Seokjin.”

 

 

 

 

“What happened next, Junmyeon?”

“Someone sobbing and I tried to call his name but I can’t even hear his voice, nothing. It’s like… he’s gone.”

“Did you go and open the door?”

“I did, that’s how I found his phone covered with blood.”

“I see, thank you for your cooperation. I hope you will say nothing to your classmate for the time being, or until Seokjin is conscious enough to tell us the truth.”

Junmyeon just nodded his head, tears won’t stop falling from his eyes as he saw his friend; lying on the bed while both eyes seem like it’s going to pop out from its actual socket real soon because he keeps looking at the ceiling above.

“Jin…”

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“Because Jin is doing just fine.” He said, lying.