Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 72

When Jimin woke up, he felt cold and wet. He heard whispers and soft cries, but he felt too weak to move. His body trembled and he felt every part of his body whine and groan, his muscles ached and bones cracked awake. It was almost as if he'd been asleep for days, but he remembered where he was.

Taehyung's spell finally eased, he could feel everything. The overwhelming tsunami of pain and emotions had him jerk to the side and puke nothing but bile. His stomach was empty, he hadn't felt hungry today to eat.

After he calmed down, he pushed himself to sit up, and he blinked rapidly. His vision was blurry and he almost couldn't tell if his eyes were open, the tunnels nearly pitch black.

He searched the area for any sign of life but he was alone. Even in the darkness, his eyes burned like they were under a bright light. He yelped out in pain as his arm was covered in blisters and a large cut. His entire arm was wet with blood.

Somewhere, bleeding out...

Yoongi.

A sudden blind rage came over him. He had to get up, he had to find Yoongi.

Jimin held his breath and grabbed a metal bar against the wall with his uninjured arm. His entire body resisted, begged to let go and give up. Out of breath, he pushed himself to his feet and gripped the walls as he walked down the tunnel.

He thought he dreamt of the cries and whispers, but he could still hear the inaudible voices. He just had to keep going and find Yoongi and Namjoon. He had grabbed Yoongi before he vanished in front of him. In the blink of an eye, both of his friends were missing.

He walked until his feet ached and his legs gave out. He spent hours in the tunnels, searching for an exit and he found the open area he found his old friend.

Jin stood in the middle of the octagon shaped room, where the tunnels met. He didn't say a word and only stared at Jimin, who watched him back. They raised their hands at the same time and Jin threw a large orb of fire at him while Jimin pushed back with a force of electric charge.

They flew black and Jimin was knocked out. What had come over him to attack Jin - had he shot first or was it out of defence? He couldn't tell how long he was laying on the ground.

Now he focused on reaching the same area, and if he kept going he would somehow reach it. He's bound to meet someone on the other end, or in the middle at least.

His injured arm felt cold and hot at the same time, he felt as if his shoulder was about to fall off at the joint. He tried to examine his wounds but there were too many blisters. He just knows it's bad, and he could bleed out.

The whispers and cries were louder and his legs burned as he forced himself to walk faster. He was close, a gentle breeze proved he reached somewhere. The tunnel seemed to expand, the corner felt further and further but he finally reached the same area and the voices stopped completely. Instead of his friend, it was another male and Yoongi, who was lying on the ground. The male looked familiar but Jimin couldn't for the life of him remember - a memory at the tip of his tongue.

"Come out now," the male sighed. He looked disheveled. It was Beck, he remembers now. The same man in his dream, where he lived in a home with Yoongi. A dream so realistic he couldn't tell it was a lie.

"Why isn't he waking up?"

Beck looked down at Yoongi. "He's trapped inside his little mind. Somehow he managed to push you out of my control, and freed you. Only enough power to save you,"

Jimin's knees gave in and he slumped beside the sleeping male. "I heard crying,"

"Many live in these tunnels, many are still running around in my games," Beck smiled, an evil smile that sent a shiver spidering down Jimin's spine. He glanced down at Jimin's wound. "You just happened to run into your friend who was in the middle of his,"

"So what are you going to do?" Jimin brushed Yoongi's cheek. He looked peaceful, almost a child-like innocence but his face was bruised. His cheek is a swollen purple. 

"Felix wants him to rest,"

Jimin felt a sore ache in the back of his throat. He could fight - he wasn't afraid to fight even if it killed him but it meant Yoongi would get hurt. "Please," he choked. "He's all I have,"

"He's too important to kill," Beck's attempt of reassurance didn't fool Jimin.

"Will he starve?"

"No, he'll be well taken care of,"

"What does it feel like?"

"Like one long moment," Beck whispered. "A lifetime in one moment "

"And he'll be safe?"

"Of course."

Jimin gently cupped Yoong's cheek, careful and afraid he would hurt him. He hissed in pain, a sharp burning feeling shooting up and down his arm. He leaned down carefully and placed a small kiss on Yoongi's forehead.

"I won't ever leave you," Jimin murmured. Yoongi felt hot, he was starting a fever and Jimin knew the both of them couldn't stay down here or they would die - Jimin quicker than Yoongi.

Beck watched the pair, Jimin gripped Yoongi's hand. He was impatient but he wasn't entirely a monster - he'd let Jimin say his goodbye. He glanced at his watch, and smirked. Everything went according to plan, and he would move into the Facility by sundown.

He'd meet Taehyung again and finally have the chance to kill him.

Jimin slowly slumped down beside Yoongi, his injured arm had him struggling to lay down carefully. His eyes were heavy, and he felt he was in and out of consciousness. He's lost too much blood, he was lightheaded and disoriented.

Beck was prepared for a fight but Jimin did not have the strength. He looked like death as he walked toward them, Beck allowed the boy to get closer since he seemed like he wouldn't be a problem.

Jimin's breathing was slow, with a short and trembling inhale and exhale. He was dying, and he knew it but all he could think of was how Yoongi looked so beautiful as he slept. Jimin placed his hand on his chest and tried to relax, but it was getting easier by the moment.

The pain was dull now.

He almost couldn't hear the thundering noise of footsteps. He felt hands and could only see black and blurry silhouettes surrounding him. He hoped they were quick to save him, he didn't want Yoongi to wake up knowing he was gone. He didn't want him to believe he abandoned him.

Jimin gripped Yoongi's shirt, wishing to stay with him.

He couldn't make out the black figures, he wasn't sure if they were human at all as the shapes pulled him away. He wondered if the dark shapes were demons, here to drag him into hell.

Goodbye Yoongi.