Taemin POV

I looked over my shoulder, he, Edwin, was still bound by the scarf. I had time for my plan, even if it may not work.

I held Youngmin's arm, it was limp making me worry. I focused everything somehow and tried to heal him and maybe wake him. Gold wisps were forming around our connection like I seen had many times now. At least something was happening right?

I looked at his face. Slowly his eyes started to open and gold swirled around in the depths soon disappearing. He let out a harsh breath and started choking. I embraced him and started patting his back reassuring him that he would be ok. Which he was.

"Taemin hyung? We need to get out. The man, where's the man? We- I..." I cut him off. He couldn't use up too much precious oxygen.

"Youngmin-ssi I need you to go to the windows, just focus on catching someone's attention and try not to breathe in any more smoke. And you must absolutely not try to interfere!"

He nodded rushing away obviously wanting some fresh air. I smiled, happy with the fact that I managed to heal him with no, well... obvious consequences. I hope. Now to the problem at hand: dangerous man, dangerous building and extremely dangerous book.

I tried to think but a sudden back took my attention. Some of the ceiling had fallen in in the doorway to the bedrooms. Luckily it was nowhere near us but a massive cloud of dust filled the room. This place is a hazard, i need to get You