Hunger | A Jikook Hunger Games AU

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"Do you think anyone is actually rooting for us?"

"What do you mean?" Jungkook questions.

"Well," Jimin takes a small bite of the steak Yoongi delivered to them. "I mean I know they like our relationship and stuff, but do you really think the people up at The Capital think we could win?"

"Yeah, I think so," Jungkook pokes the smaller's stomach softly, causing Jimin to laugh a bit. Not too much though—his abdomen hurt when he moved it too much. "I mean, we must be doing something right. There's 21 people left. It's only been eight days, and 51 people are dead." The last District 8 boy had died yesterday. "Do you think it's random, or are people biased?"

"Probably both," Jimin realizes, snuggling even closer to his lover. He's felt better in the past few days—both physically and mentally. "We're the only district past 6 that has more than one person left. 12 has been wiped out completely. I think people are biased...maybe some are biased towards us. And maybe that's a good thing. Gets us more sponsors, hopefully."

"Lets Yoongi discover his greatest passion too," Jungkook looks at him with a joking gleam in his eye. "Wonder if he'll pursue his stripper career after The Games are over, eh?"

Jimin giggles softly, spirit lifting the slightest bit. "I hope so. If I had money, I'd pay to see that."

"I missed you being witty like this," Jungkook's tone turns serious, warm. "My Mimmie is coming back. I missed you...I'm really, really glad.

"Me too," He nods. In reality, it wasn't much better. His fears have gotten worse, his mind louder. But he was working extremely hard to get out of that headspace. He was trying so hard to not get lost. It's was why he's so grateful for Jungkook. Jungkook can see when Jimin is drifting into that headspace, and he quickly distracts him. He'd be so much worse off if it weren't for Jungkook.

Perhaps though, if he wasn't with Jungkook, he would've been better. He would've been stronger. Instead, he was terrified of his own mind.

But he'll continue to work hard, he'll continue to try. For Jungkook.

"Hey, do you think-"

Jungkook was cut off by an announcement overhead.

"Attention remaining tributes. The feast will be held at The Cornucopia at dawn two days from now, on the tenth day of The Games. Now, I know some of you are hesitant, but there is something each and every one of you need. If I were any one of you, I would personally go. Good luck tributes, see you there, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

It was like Jimin's mind opened up into a beautiful field of clarity. "Koo, your hand..."

"What? No, Mimmie, we can't," Jungkook looks at him, eyes wide. "It's too risky, and my hand is fine."

"No, it's not," Jimin argues. "You can barely grab things with it, it's covered in red patches that hurt when you touch them. You're lucky we haven't gotten into an altercation since you've injured it! If we have the resources to heal your wounds, we need to get it."

"Mimmie, I'll be fine-"

"No," He says forcefully, staring at Jungkook dead-on. "I'm going tomorrow, and you can't stop me. You're not the only one who gets to make decisions in this relationship." His tone was not accusatory, just factual. His mind was completely clear now, he needed to do what was best for Jungkook. He was finally able to form a plan in his head, instead of floundering like he has been for days. "You went into the bloodbath despite my initial protests, now it's my turn. I'm going to be focused this time, I'm not going to get caught up in a bad situation. It's my turn, Jungkook. You need me. I'm going."