Serendipity

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The door opened with ease, sliding silently open. A body lay crumpled and folded within itself at the floor of the closet. The body wore a grey baggy sweatshirt and black sweatpants, which had been torn and bloodied significantly to the point where the pants looked more of ripped jeans than anything, and he sweatshirt had become a rather dingy maroon-y reddish fade that seemed to splotch the way across the front half of the torn sweatshirt.

Jimin was in shock and didn't know whether to move or not, but after a few seconds of him comprehending what was happening and for his brain to finally snap back, he immediately looked over to the bed. The man was sleeping, thankfully. Jimin then looked back at the body, unease, and nervousness hitting him like a tsunami once more. He knew he had to get the man out of there now and call the police. He didn't even know this guy, but he wanted to help. He then lightly tapped the other's body, praying to God that he didn't wake up screaming or fighting, knowing it would not help his case at the moment. The man shuffled slightly but then fell back into a deep sleep. Jimin knew he had to get him out, so he then grabbed the man under the armpits, who turned out to be incredibly light, and carefully dragged him out of the room, making sure not to make a sound. He then, somehow, made it out of the room and placed the man in the hallway. Making sure to ever so quietly shut the motel door behind him.

Jimin caught his breath after that, relief flooded throughout him as he realized he made it out of their alive and maybe saving this random person that somehow knows his name so... Yeah. Quite the accomplishment. Jimin breathes a heavy sigh and looked both ways down the left and right of the winding hallway. It was completely empty, thankfully.

Jimin then inhaled a big breath and then dragged the man over to his door, where he then opened it and placed him halfway into the small room, then grabbed the bag he left by the delusional man's door. After he placed the bag inside his room, he then pulled the man all the way into the room and then fervently shut the door. To say he was relieved would be an understatement. He literally could've just died from a mad man who might've been human trafficking, or he could've been caught and murdered himself, but somehow he made it out! A rush of thrill ran through him as he went over what he'd experienced through his mind. He then suddenly remembered, that there was a possibly drugged man in the room with him, and he didn't even know what he looked like. So he then crept over to the man who was face-up on the floor at the foot of his bed. Fear then washed over him, but he pushed it back, curiosity getting the best of him. The man wore a face mask that was pulled up over his nose and shadowed his eyes, and he was unable to see the man's chin as well. The sweatshirts hood was also pulled up, not allowing Jimin to see any hair, which also helped to shadow the eyes of the man. Jimin then leaned down, gingerly began pulling down the mask, excitement, and adrenaline coursing through his veins.