Divergent | Jungkook AU

Chapter Eleven

THE NEXT MORNING, I don’t hear the alarm, shuffling feet, or conversations as the other initiates get ready. I wake to Hanni shaking my shoulder with one hand and tapping my cheek with the other. She already wears a black jacket zipped up to her throat. If she has bruises from yesterday’s fight, her tan skin makes them difficult to see.

“Come on,” she says. “Up and at ’em.”

I dreamt that Yeonjun tied me to a chair and asked me if I was Divergent. I answered no, and he punched me until I said yes. I woke up with wet cheeks. I mean to say something, but all I can do is groan.

My body aches so badly it hurts to breathe. It doesn’t help that last night’s bout of crying made my eyes swell. Hanni offers me her hand. The clock reads eight. We’re supposed to be at the tracks by eight fifteen.

“I’ll run and get us some breakfast. You just…get ready. Looks like it might take you a while,” she says.

I grunt. Trying not to bend at the waist, I fumble in the drawer under my bed for a clean shirt. Luckily Yeonjun isn’t here to see me struggle.

Once Hanni leaves, the dormitory is empty.
I unbutton my shirt and stare at my bare side, which is patched with bruises. For a second the colors mesmerize me, bright green and deep blue and brown. I change as fast as I can and let my hair hang loose because I can’t lift my arms to tie it back.

I look at my reflection in the small mirror on the back wall and see a stranger. She is blond like me, with a narrow face like mine, but that’s where the similarities stop. I do not have a black eye, and a split lip, and a bruised jaw.

I am not as pale as a sheet. She can’t possibly be me, though she moves
when I move.

By the time Hanni comes back, a muffin in each hand, I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my untied shoes. I will have to bend over to tie them. It will hurt when I bend over.

But Hanni just passes me a muffin and crouches in front of me to tie my shoes. Gratitude surges in my chest, warm and a little like an ache. Maybe there is some Abnegation in everyone, even if they
don’t know it.

Well, in everyone but Yeonjun.

“Thank you,” I say.

“Well, we would never get there on time if you had to tie them yourself,” she says. “Come on. You can eat and walk at the same time, right?”

We walk fast toward the Pit. The muffin is banana-flavored, with walnuts. My mother baked bread like this once to give to the factionless, but I never got to try it. I was too old for coddling at that point.

I ignore the pinch in my stomach that comes every time I think of my mother and half walk, half jog after Hanni, who forgets that her legs are longer than mine.

We climb the steps from the Pit to the glass building above it and run to the exit. Every thump of my feet sends pain through my ribs, but I ignore it. We make it to the tracks just as the train arrives, its horn blaring.

“What took you so long?” Kai shouts over the horn.

“Stumpy Legs over here turned into an old lady overnight,” says Hanni.

“Oh, shut up.” I’m only half kidding.

JK stands at the front of the pack, so close to the tracks that if he shifted even an inch forward, the train would take his nose with it. He steps back to let some of the others get on first.

Kai hoists himself into the car with some difficulty, landing first on his stomach and then dragging his legs in behind him.

JK grabs the handle on the side of the car and pulls himself in smoothly, like he doesn’t have more than six feet of body to work with.