Save Me || Book 1 ✅

One Thing We'll Never Be Able To Do

It took an hour of killing to clear the monsters until they finally stopped coming out of the trees.

 The men were dead on their feet, ragged breaths ripping through their chests violently, as they tried to get over what they had just gone through. They fell to the ground, their legs giving in, at the first sign of safety. Hoseok went back to help Jimin and Yoongi into the caravan, after making sure Taehyung was breathing easier; and sat them with him on the couch, trying to help the three of them calm down. 

After taking out the last dead one, stabbing his knife through its empty eye socket, Namjoon collapsed to his knees, his chest heaving as he gasped back deep breaths. 

Seokjin and Jungkook used their remaining energy to get all the gear they had collected into the caravan.

"You did well," Seokjin praised, placing his hand on the leader's shoulder as he crouched down next to him. He was still kneeling on the ground, trying to catch his breath. "We did well."

"We need to leave... Now!" Namjoon said through rhythmic pants, dragging his hand down his face.

"Jungkook's just going to fill the tank on the truck," Seokjin reassured the younger. "As soon as he's done, we'll get going." 

"Well, tell him to get a move on!" Namjoon snapped, raising his head to look at the eldest. He did not want to waste a second. He wanted to leave. Immediately. "We need to go." 

"We will, Joon," Seokjin sighed, patting Namjoon's shoulder. He wasn't going to snap back, he couldn't. He just needed to stay calm now, with all of them - for his own good. "Just give it a few minutes."

"Just breathe, guys," Hoseok said, softly, to the three he was sat with inside the caravan. He had left them on the couch and given them a couple of water bottles and blankets, they had found, to make sure they were warm enough. They had managed to change into some clean clothes and now Taehyung, Jimin and Yoongi were all slouched on the couch, not even able to move again due to how exhausted they were. 

Taehyung had curled himself into a cross-legged position at one end of the couch; clutching his inhaler tight in his hand, shaking it every so often to use it. Soft rattles were still racking his lungs, which were just winding him up now. He just wanted to sleep. 

Jimin was nestled up to Yoongi's side, lost in his own thoughts, while Yoongi sat with his head resting on his shoulder.

All they could do was watch, silently, as Hoseok cleaned up the mess caused by the creature that had trapped the younger two. 

"We get to relax now," Hoseok told them, trying to calm their nerves.

"No we don't," Jimin piped up, snapping out of his trail of thought, moving away from Yoongi slightly. The two on either side of him shot him a look, mostly of concern but also of understanding. They knew what he meant and, to some extent, they agreed. Yoongi took his small hand in his and stroked his long fingers across the back of it, giving him a soft, empathetic smile. 

"That is the one thing we'll never be able to do," The small boy continued with a hollow voice. It was clear everything was now taking a serious toll on him. Everything had been building up since they left the warehouse, and now it was all crashing down on top of him. It had been for the past two days.

"Jagiya..." Yoongi tried to soothe him but he didn't listen. He just carried on.

"Not in this world. Not now. This isn't the kind of life where we can relax anymore. We just can't. We need to always be looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives, hoping there is nothing behind us. Constant fear, constant worry, constant... Stress." Jimin sighed, shaking his head and then regretting it since it sent him dizzy.