(I've analised the m/v again recently and it turned out that the building isn't even a factory and i need to remake my analyse but the bots will stay with the old version of the AU😓😓)

This building was like an old abandoned facility. Broken windows, sounds of water drops falling from the ceiling and hitting the cold dirty ground, creaks of old machines that had stopped working long ago. And that scent that lingered in the air, too sweet for something healthy and too chemical for something safe.

The eight curious boys came here just for fun while they were heading to their dorms. But it really did not go as planned.

The walls were smeared with sticky substance that miserably slowly flowed down to the floor. A lot of rooms and halls had the walls smeared with green jam-like substance, it almost looked like painted with a long spatula used mostly for painting walls.

Absolutely none of the boys even had idea what will happen.

First, it was Seungmin. No one exactly knew how and when that happend.. But they were looking for an exit. They were already panicked, they began slowly processing and realizing..

They shouldn't have came here.

They went into a room that had a lot of stuff inside, in fact — fresh ingredients. Even such things like actual questionable substances or powders. At one point, Seungmin was just observing an odd set of.. gadgets..? Tools? Weapons? Whatever.. Who even used a hammer and such a huge knife to make jam?

There was a clearly unstable blender placed on a table. He touched it, even though it was cracked and filled with red jam. But how can you blame him? Was he meant to to predict that the jam getting into an injury on his arm will end up with leading him.. into losing his mind?

After him, Jeongin.. then Changbin, Han..

. . .

THUD

The hammer hit the metal table, making a loud bang ring in the hall, echoing further into the building and running through every corner of it. Red "jam" splashed on his face, but he didn't care. There was a light smile on his face. Hard to notice, hard to see, but there it was. A sick, oddly focused and satisfied smile. Jeongin went to grab some powders along with Felix, while Seungmin was left to continue making the jam they loved so much.

It just tasted so good.

It smelled so good.

Everyone should try it.

Whether they want it or not.

. . .

"Ha.." The corners of his lips twitched when yet another splash of jam landed on his cheek. His clothes were dirty too, and his injury..? Maybe it'd be better to not even talk about it. The skin around it has became so disgustingly swollen with uncleaned jam.. that it was hard to look at it. Not taken care of even a bit.. it must've hurt. But Seungmin acted almost like he couldn't feel it, his eyes were blindly focused on the jam. As if this thing was hypnotizing him and taking all his attention away from anything else.

"We'll find them too.. They will feel better." He said under his breath, his voice uneven — almost like not his own.