Warning: Long Chapter
I CRAWL ACROSS my mattress and heave a sigh. It has been two days since my fight with Yeonjun, and my bruises are turning purple-blue.
I have gotten used to aching every time I move, so now I move better, but I am still far from healed. Even though I am still injured, I had to fight again today. Luckily this time, I was paired against
Myra, who couldn’t throw a good punch if someone was controlling her arm for her. I got a good hit in during the first two minutes. She fell down and was too dizzy to get back up. I should feel triumphant, but there is no triumph in punching a girl like Myra.
The second I touch my head to the pillow, the door to the dormitory opens, and people stream into the room with flashlights. I sit up, almost hitting my head on the bed frame above me, and squint through the dark to see what’s going on.
“Everybody up!” someone roars.
A flashlight shines behind his head, making the rings in his ears glint.
Suho.
Surrounding him are other Dauntless, some of whom I have seen in the Pit, some of whom I have never seen before. JK stands among them. His eyes shift to mine and stay there. I stare back and forget that all around me the transfers are getting out of bed.
“Did you go deaf, Stiff?” demands Suho.
I snap out of my daze and slide out from beneath the blankets. I am glad I sleep fully clothed, because Hanni stands next to our bunk wearing only a Tshirt, her long legs bare.
She folds her arms and stares at Suho. I wish, suddenly, that I could stare so boldly at someone with hardly any clothes on, but I would never be able to do that.
“You have five minutes to get dressed and meet us by the tracks,” says Suho. “We’re going on another field trip.”
I shove my feet into shoes and sprint, wincing, behind Hanni on the way to the train. A drop of sweat rolls down the back of my neck as we run up the paths along the walls of the Pit, pushing past members on our way up. They don’t seem surprised to see us.
I wonder how many frantic, running people they see on a weekly basis. We make it to the tracks just behind the Dauntless-born initiates. Next to the tracks is a black pile. I
make out a cluster of long gun barrels and trigger guards.
“Are we going to shoot something?” Hanni hisses in my ear.
Next to the pile are boxes of what looks like ammunition. I inch closer to read one of the boxes. Written on it is “PAINTBALLS.”
I’ve never heard of them before, but the name is self-explanatory. I laugh.
“Everyone grab a gun!” shouts Suho.
We rush toward the pile. I am the closest to it, so I snatch the first gun I can find, which is heavy, but not too heavy for me to lift, and grab a box of paintballs. I shove the box in my pocket and sling the gun across my back so the strap crosses my chest.
“Time estimate?” Suho asks JK.
JK checks his watch. “Any minute now. How long is it going to take you to memorize the train schedule?”
“Why should I, when I have you to remind me of it?” says Suho, shoving Four’s shoulder.
A circle of light appears on my left, far away. It grows larger as it comes closer, shining against the side of Suho’s face, creating a shadow in the faint hollow beneath his cheekbone.
He is the first to get on the train, and I run after him, not waiting for Hanni or Kai or Taehyung to follow me.
JK turns around as I fall into stride next to the car and holds out a hand. I grab his arm,
and he pulls me in. Even the muscles in his forearm are taut, defined.
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Divergent | Jungkook AU
Fanfiction"We have war inside of us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us"
