I looked into Yoongi's dead-like eyes, not fully sure if there was even a glimpse of his old self left anymore. I could barely get myself to process what was going on, and my being self-aware made me slowly grow mad. I felt that familiar and depressing lump in my throat grows and form, making my cheeks flush red and pale. I looked into what was left of the soft, warm, and brown glow in Yoongi's eyes that reminded me of a playful baby doe, slowly fading into cold and ice-like depths that sucked you into an empty prison with no easy way to escape. Making me perceive that I did something wrong, even though I know I didn't. My sick punishment turned my beloved friends into feelingless zombies right in front of me.

I reached for the side of my stomach and clenched it as hard as I could, feeling my fingers tense up as the pain got worse and worse by the passing second. I had the feeling of warm liquid seeping from the injury into my hand, but when I checked there was nothing there.” great, I’m going insane”, but I didn’t care anymore, I felt numb. The only thing I remember seeing was the ceiling before my eyes blurred and watered over.

Out of nowhere, I noticed a bright fluorescent light that tainted my peripheral, growing bigger and bigger, slowly eating up the room like a sinkhole until everything was covered in a snow-white, fluorescent blanket of light. The more the light grew, the more I realized that my injury was fading and my anger was seeping out of my pores like a waterfall. The light was healing me. I heard Suga's voice from what seemed like miles away, even though the apartment we lived in only covered a few square feet. It didn't matter though, because I could hear in his voice that he changed back to his original self, the light healed him too. “Jungkook?!” he called out, his voice breaking, echoing around me like it was a person, reaching out to hug me and tell me that things were ok now. “Yoongi?!” I heard my voice become weak when I said his name, trying to hold back my tears. 

I didn’t care how bright the light was, I was going to open my eyes to find him or go blind trying. I followed his voice, that echo getting closer and closer and that comforting hug from the light, getting tighter and warmer. I tripped over something and landed straight on my face, my nose bleeding rapidly but I didn't care. It turns out, what I tripped over was Yoongi's foot, and when I found out I hugged him so fast that I knocked the wind out of my lungs. I noticed my blood was gone shortly after my other friends arrived, the light still healing any injuries. “Yoongi, jungkook, thank goodness you guys are ok!” I heard a familiar voice say, It was jimin. I looked over at him to see tears trying to escape his eyes. I could tell that he was struggling to keep them back, trying not to let his emotions show. I gave him a knowing nod as my arms opened up with a comforting welcome. 

I knew that Jimin needed a hug, but it still took me by surprise when he ran into my arms. I gave him a little squeeze before taehyung stepped in with something to say, “Where is everyone else?”.. “do we even know where we are?” He has the reputation of being the pretty boy of the friend group, but even he knows that something isn’t right. “What do we do now?” I said looking at namjoon, hoping that at least “148” would figure something out, but that was the first time I think I ever saw him have a loss for words. If I wasn't scared shitless before, seeing the smartest person I know completely dumbfounded made me terrified. 

We all stood there looking at each other for the longest time, and our eyes finally adjusted to the bright light that filled the room. Jin finally stepped forward and looked back at us with a shrug before walking forward. I knew we all collectively thought he was insane, we didn't know what could have possibly been hiding in the places we couldn't see. But we followed him, we didn't have much of a choice. It didn't take long before the light faded to reveal an empty room with nothing but an old school tv hooked up to an early 2000s gaming system, with a little boy sitting in front of it with his eyes glued to whatever he was playing. 

We were too scared to move, talk, or do anything, we didn’t know what to do. The room was quiet again, to the point where I almost thought I was deaf. Absolutely nothing happened until I heard a chime from my pocket. It came so suddenly that I jumped, and my heart started to beat rapidly. I looked back at my friends and they grimaced, they were scared about the kid hearing us. I slowly grabbed my phone and unlocked it, looking at the notification. “Who the hell?” I thought to myself while I opened my texts. My eyes widened and my heart sank. I saw my face grow pale in the reflective screen in front of me as I read the sentence that changed my life forever. “Walk up to me and touch my shoulder. Don’t be afraid, follow the light”.