Hunger | A Jikook Hunger Games AU

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Jimin and Jungkook both wake up before the sun rises. They exchange a few words, but it was mostly quiet. Jimin was much too nervous to form words. And he knew the younger felt the same.

At dawn, Seokjin comes to wake him. He looks at the pair with sad eyes when he walks into the room, seeing both the tribute awake.

"Come, come," He says softly, as if he didn't want to break the silence. And who could blame him? Right now, the silence was comfortable, comforting.

Quickly Jimin runs to the younger, engulfing him. "Goodbye, Koo," He had to say at least. In case he didn't make it, in case he died in The Games before Jungkook could reach him.

"No, this isn't goodbye, this is see you soon," Jungkook looks him straight in the eye, voice gentle, but firm. "You are going to make it past the bloodbath, and I am too. Promise?"

"Koo, I don't know-"

"Promise!?" Jungkook repeats.

Jimin sighs. "I promise."

And yet he was still so terribly nervous. Nervous he may not be able to keep his promise. Anything could happen in the first few minutes, no one knew what to expect. But...he knew Jungkook wouldn't let him leave until he swore to be safe, so one little uncertain white lie wouldn't hurt, would it?

Well, in this case maybe it would...

Jungkook lets him go after the confirmation, leaving Jimin feeling cold—both physically and emotionally. Goosebumps form on his arms, but he couldn't tell if they were from the temperature in the room or his butterflies. Maybe both.

Jungkook's stylist walks in to get Jungkook as well. Jimin takes that as his cue to leave the room with Jin. He didn't really want fake sympathy at the moment, and he knew that was what he'd get with Jungkook's Capitalite stylist.

But...once more he glances over at his best friend. Luckily, he finds Jungkook staring back. They hold their gaze for a few seconds, until Jin tugs on his tribute's arm gently.

"Thank you for coming to wake me up," Jimin tries to get out, but his voice breaks midway, and the rest comes out in a whisper. "I don't think I could've handled seeing Hoseok today. Obviously, he has the best intentions, but-"

"I know," Seokjin rubs his back as they walk. "I'm just doing my job."

"But thank you anyways," Jimin stares at the floor. "Thank you."

The stylist guides Jimin to the roof, where a hovercraft waits for them. A ladder made of rope dangles from it, signifying Jimin to climb it. Jin gestures for him to go first. However midway, as he was climbing, his limbs seemed to freeze.

So now The Capital could control his ability to move?

The ladder gets pulled up, with Jimin and Jin still holding onto it. A lady with a device resembling a gun waits at the entrance. A short, quick, but painful feeling shoots into the tribute's arm.

"A tracking device," The lady explains, pulling the device away from his body. "Can't be losing ya' now can we?"

Jimin doesn't respond. He really didn't feel like talking. He almost felt like he couldn't—it was a weird feeling. He used to think he loved talking...he never realized he could be saddened to silence.

After the tracking device was put into his arm, the ladder was brought into the vehicle completely, and Jimin could move again. He was told to sit in a chair and fasten his seatbelt. Seokjin sits next to him, continuing to rub small circles into Jimin's back.

An unidentifiable emotion splays across the stylist's face. It almost resembled...fear? But what was there for him to worry about? Was he that worried for Jimin? A wave of emotion washes over him. Seokjin really cared for him. In the short time he had spent at The Capital...Jimin had really found a good friend.