Zombie Tingz - BTS OT7

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Jimin stumbles along the path, tripping over some rocks and falling forward on his hands and knees. He hisses sharply as some pebbles stick his palms, gathering the attention of the two people walking in front of him. Taehyung groans once he sees the boy huffing on the ground. Namjoon glares down at him, feeling agitated from the heat and from having to constantly stop.

"Why the fuck do you keep falling and stumbling? Are you drunk or something?" He snaps at the boy.

Jimin mumbles out an apology before slowly standing to his feet. He's been stumbling alot since they started walking and constantly asking for a break. Taehyung and Namjoon refused and claimed they'd leave him if he stopped. It was clear that Jimin was unwell. His forehead was sweaty and precipitation built up on the dip of his nose. His face was flushed but looked sicky pale at the same time and his eyes were unsteady. He blamed it on the heat but it has to be something else going on.

"Okay, what's wrong with you, Pinkie Pie?" Taehyung starts, looking slightly concerned for the shorter male. Jimin seems hesitant, staring at the ground. Suddenly, his shirt is being yanked by Namjoon and he stumbles once again.

"Answer the fucking question! We don't have all day!" The eldest out of the three yells. They could tell he was upset and that something happened a while ago but didn't mention it.

Jimin closes his eyes, feeling lightheaded from being man handled. He opens them as his feet shuffle against the gravel while he struggles to maintain his footing. Taehyung backs away a bit from the two, uncomfortable with the way Namjoon talks to Jimin when he's obviously not looking too good.

"I-I...I don't know. I feel dizzy."

"Did you get bitten?"

"No, I promise. I think it's because I-I haven't drunken anything in a while."

His eyes finally meet Namjoon's, weary and pleading as if he's afraid Namjoon doesn't believe him. He's scared he'll be left alone to fend for himself, just like how Namjoon wanted to leave him at the police station.

Namjoon pushes his chest, sending him falling back on his bottom. Taehyung scoffs at the action, finally stepping up.
"What the fuck?! You didn't have to push him, he's already weak!"

Namjoon shrugs, turning around and walking. "He's pitiful. We should've left him for the dead a while ago."

Hearing those words, Jimin's eyes start to tear up and yes, it may be true that he's pitiful but he tries to help the team. He tries to be useful. He's made sure everyone's wounds were always treated and the others relied on him for medical information. Yet hearing Namjoon say that actually hurt his feelings. Especially since recently, he's been thinking more negative thoughts about himself. Now he's become another burden, another bother that no one wants around.

When he stands, he sees double for a moment. Two Taehyungs stare in disbelief as Namjoon walks off by himself towards the pharmacy. Jimin rubs the tears from his eyes and his vision becomes a bit blurry but he's able to see Taehyung turn to him and grab his arm. He puts it around his shoulder and helps support his weight.

"Thank you," he mumbles as they start walking again. Taehyung doesn't say anything in reply.

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Reaching the pharmacy, they weren't suprised to see that it was already ransacked. Shelves were tipped over and bottles of medicine were everywhere. The lights blinked and the buzzing alarm sound of the security system was vibrating throughout the store. They approach it slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible despite the glass and debris crunching under their shoes. Namjoon holds his dagger in one hand and his gun in the other, stepping into the store first. A few bottles roll from behind a shelf and it feels like DeJa Vu all over again. There's a gutteral growl and some shuffling sounds.