Jimin's Pet • PJM

Sixteen

The water was ice cold, shatteringly harsh and pulled the air from your lungs. Everything was loud, the smashing tumult of the SUV was as if it had hit concrete and not the river, the noisy churn of the water, and you thought Eunwoo's gun might have gone off too. The vehicle was filling up fast with the brown current forcing itself into the windows Kookie had opened.

You could see your cousin scrambling out the side window closest to her seat and you wanted to cry. She'd been a top swimmer all through high school and college. It wasn't fair that she might live through this horror. As she kicked away you started forcing yourself through the opposite window.

You surfaced a few feet from the bobbing SUV, the back end still pointing upward toward the bridge. You started to panic as a jostling wave crept over your head and the sucking sensation of the sinking metal dragged you backward toward the wreckage.

You spun, where was Kookie? You'd not seen him in the drivers seat, his hand falling away from your body in the impact. Had it been so brutal it had trapped him on the floor? The water had risen so fast you couldn't even see into the floor wells, the whole seat disappearing into the murky liquid.

"Kook!"

You screamed, mouth filling with the water, it tasted of dirt and oil. You needed to find him, he'd been weak already, there was no way he could swim to shore after nearly bleeding out, he'd been so pale. You tried to return to the SUV but you'd been pulled too far away, it was like trying to swim through mud, you weren't making any progress.

You couldn't see how much progress Eunwoo had made away from the SUV. Your head was so low amongst the waves of the moving river that you couldn't see the bank either. Your limbs were going numb, a sharp pain in your stomach making you wince.

You pressed your hand against it and tried not to scream, the pain a rocket into your brain. Even with the water you could feel the warmth of blood oozing between your fingers. Had Eunwoo shot you? The entire moment had been chaos you couldn't remember and you were probably in shock.

You felt tired, the water tugging and twisting your body as it carried you downstream farther from the sinking vehicle. Where did the Han river end up? You should know this, a common lesson in school, but a fog was closing over you. You could barely think enough to just tread water and keep from drowning.

Jimin. His name stabbed into you. You'd never hold him again, tell him how much you loved him. You'd never thank Kookie for trying to save you. Never see any of the guys again. You wouldn't tell your parents you were proud to be their daughter, watch Aiyun get married, complain about your uncle again. What a waste of a life.

At least what you'd told Eunwoo was true, Jimin wouldn't even know to be sad about your death. That bitch wouldn't win, your eyes fluttered shut as you almost smiled to yourself.

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Jimin sat down heavily against the closed toilet seat, he wished he could control memories and when they came back. He'd completely forgotten that confrontation with Jjille and Hobi. He'd definitely forgotten the part about Tae saying he had feelings for Jin.

Everything felt even worse, another reason to tell his hyung the truth. In those final moments of her life he'd manipulated one of his best friend's feelings. Maybe if he was vulnerable with Hobi he'd manage to learn more about his sub and her room.

It also made sense why he'd felt animosity toward Tae hanging out with Jin, he was completely sure they'd never gotten back together. Why else would Tae flinch when they touched and there was no evidence of their nearly three year romance? Tae had moved on with Jin, so why did they want him to think otherwise?