- Hurry up !

- Calm down ! I'm almost done ..

Crunched down in the dark of the hallway ,with tight jaws , Jungkook started to draw the last letter of the word . Kneeled by his side , Yano holded a lamp. Their voices echoed through the empty hallway . Every time he laughed , the bundle of light that illuminated Jungkook's "work" shakened.

A sudden click startled them .

The lights from the ceeling flickered and , soon after , light flooded the school's hallway.

Two men in uniform stood at the door . Jungkook slowly lowered the can without lifting a finger of the diffuser , making the letter stretch strangely down the door of the principal's office and extending to the dirty linoleum floor.

- Run

When the word came out of his lips , he ran at full speed through the grand hallway , the rubber sole of his sneakers squeaking slightly inside the empty school. He didn't look back to see if Yano was following him .

Didn't know where the rest of the pack was , but if J:Eta got caught again , his father would kill him . Around the corner at full speed, Jungkook went down a dark corridor , sighting , deep down , the green glow of the emergency light to indicate the way out .

Running towards the freedom , Jungkook felt dominated by an exciting feeling of power . Getting out of here. Getting away.

Throwing himself against the double doors , pushing the antipanic bar hard , that are supposed to let him out. 

The doors didn't move a bit .

Incredulous , Jungkook tried pushing harder , but they were locked.

Damn it ! If I dan't just vandalized the school , I would complain to the local newspaper,  Jungkook thought.

Jungkook ferverishly began to inspect the wide corridor. Between it and the main entrance was the police , and on the other side , the only exit was locked.

There had to be another alternative escape.

Holding his breath , Jungkook stood listening . He heard voices and footsteps coming towards his direction.

Supporting his hands on his knees , hanging his head . The adventure couldn't possibily end like this . His parents were going to punish him . A third arrest in the same year ? It was enough they had him bound to come to this school away from everyhing.

Where would they send him now ?

He ran to the nearest door.

One , two , three steps...

He rolled the handle. 

The door was locked .

Crossing the hallway , he tried the door ahead .

One , two , three , four steps ...

Locked.

Now he was close to cross paths with the police . What a crazy situation.

But then the third door opened. It was a small storage room.

They leave storage rooms unlocked but they lock at key empty classrooms ? This school is handed to a bunch of idiots.

Carefully sneaking through shelves full of papers , mops and buckets with eletrical equipment- that in the dark, he couldn't identify-, let the door close on his back and tried to catch his breath . 

Inside the room was pitch black .

Jungkook raised his hand before his face- right in front os his eyes- and wasn't able to see it. He knew his hand was there , he felt her existence. But the impossibility to see her made him disoriented . He extended his arm to the front to support himself , almost screamed when a stack os papers poorly tidied up bagan to crumble . With some difficulty he tried to rebalance it even without seeing.

Jungkook could hear muffled voices on the other side , they sounded distant. 

Just wait a few more minutes and they will go away. Just a few minutes.

In there it was too hot and it seemed to be no air.

Take it easy.

Jungkook  began to take deep breaths and counting ,...twelve, thirteen , fourteen ,...

But it was happening- That feeling of being immersed in cement, unable to breath. His heart pounded in his chest, and a growing panic burned his throat.

Please , Jungkook , calm down. He prayed for himself.Only five more minutes and you're safe . They aren't going to snitch you so you're good. But it did not work; he felt dizzy, overwhelmed.

He had to get out.

With sweat running down his face and feeling the ground swinging , he reached his hand to the door hanfdle.

No , no ,no... It can't be.

The inner face of the door was smooth. Frantic, he d all that cold surface then he  adjacent wall. Nothing. It was impossible to open it form the inside.

Jungkook began to push and shove the door with his nails at the edges, but nothing happened . His breathing necame increasingly difficult .

It was so dark. Clenching his fists he began pounding the smooth and immovable door.

- Help ! I can't breath ! Open the door !

There was no response .

- Help me ! Please ?

He hated the pleasing tone in his voice. Sobbing , he pressed his face to the door , and , panting , he continued to knock on the wood , now with less force.

- Please...

When the door opened , it was so sudden that Jungkook fell forward, helpless , going into the arms of the police. The agent pulled away from him and pointed a flashlight into his eyes , examining his face streaked with tears .

Then looking beyond him , the policeman smiled at his partner. It was then that Jungkook saw Yano , looking down and withou his cap. Keping it firmly in place by the arm , the second officer returned the smile.