𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒𝟔

Jungkook regains consciousness and the pain in his skull comes back again, but not stronger than before. He blinks his eyes open, becoming aware of his surroundings: bodies laying messily around, blood splattered on the floor, pouring rain against the rooftop . . .

What on earth? Where am I?

He incorporates with a groan. He brings one hand to the back of his head and rubs it with his fingers, "Fuck," and quickly lowers it down, but sighs in relief at the lack of blood.

He wets his lower lip and scrunches his nose, dry blood remains on his lower lip.

My piercing's gone.

Jungkook squints his eyes lowering his head to his waist, the flashlight didn't run out of battery but the light has dimmed remarkably.

Fuck, Taehyung.

He turns his head side to side, but he's nowhere in sight. Neither does Mimi.

He taps the screen of his watch hoping it will unlock. It doesn't. He hits it a few times, pleading under his breath, but the screen remains completely black. He remembers sending his location to the boys, they should be here by now.

Wait, what time is it? Has it been hours? Minutes? Fuck. He stands up, staggering.

Jungkook takes a moment to remember the past events.

Taehyung . . . Fuck, Mimi took him.

Taehyung screamed my name.

I . . . someone hit me from behind. Jungkook narrows his eyebrows, trying his best to remember what happened next as everything became blurry.

Taehyung cried . . . No. It can't be. He yelled . . . Bunny? Fuck, no, no, no. When did Tiger take over? Where is he? Where are they? Where are the others?

Jungkoook scurries outside, cursing once more as drops of water bump into his hair.

He doesn't look back, his feet almost moving on its own.

The streets become unrecognizable.

He has an inner battle with himself, should he scream their names and sick for help or keep it quiet just in case Mimi's around?

He keeps walking, with no direction.

With his clothes soaking wet, his watch still dead, and slogging, he realises he has brought himself to the woods.

The flash light flickers on and off and Jungkook bites harshly his lip, his wound reopening.
He hurries to find his way out before it turns off. His heart beats frenetically and he tries to intensify his hearing.

After a while—Jungkook can't tell if it's been fifteen or thirty minutes—he leans his back on a tree to catch his breath, his flashlight about to die. Jungkook wraps his arms around himself, the rain stopped but the cold November breeze took place instead. Jungkook trembles, taking short breaths to minimize the cold in his nostrils.

Not too far away from here, small balls of light float in the air. He rises up on his toes and squints his eyes.

"Street lumps." Jungkook gasps to himself, his lips curling up. "Holy, moly! Yes! I made . . . it . . ." Jungkook frowns at the large bulge next to one of the trees near him.

He treads towards it, gulping. He doesn't actually want to see a dead animal, less which kind, but the intrigue eats him up.

Just one look, he says to himself, one look and I leave.

The closer he gets, the less it resembles an animal. He recognises a mop of hair and gasps, looking around just to find himself alone surrounded by large trees.