Hunger | A Jikook Hunger Games AU

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Empty.

Jungkook stares at the floor, head empty. His whole being was empty...he was nothing but a shell of who he once was.

Every important part of him died in that arena.

A man walks into the room. Jungkook doesn't look up. From the corner of his eye, he sees pink hair.

"You look wonderful," The pink-haired man whispers, sitting down in the chair next to Jungkook's. "Like nothing ever happened to you."

Jungkook looks down at his left hand. If it hadn't been broadcast to the entire country, no one would have ever known that acid rain once seared into his flesh. The hand looked better than when he was reaped, even. It was free of fault, a perfect manicure on a soft, clean hand.

It was like The Hunger Games was completely scrubbed from his physical being.

Jungkook woke up yesterday in a stark white room with no windows, all alone. There was no furniture except for the equally white bed he rested on. Tubes came out of his left arm, administering different unknown liquids into his bloodstream. He was groggy, his limbs heavy, his heart heavier. He felt no physical pain, which freed much more space for the emotional turmoil that he now couldn't ignore.

He cried out, the noise guttural and dechirant. His chest rose and fell with effort, and he screamed once again. The movement made him aware of the restraints on his wrists, making him panic even more. He tried to fight against the restraints, but it was no use. The cuffs were metal, and tight around his wrists and ankles. They weren't coming off.

Where was Jimin?

Yoongi rushed into the room. "Hey! Hey, Jungkook. Look at me!"

Jungkook kept fighting, and yelling, fight or flight mode in full effect.

But then he felt a surge of substance into his bloodstream from one of the IVs. It made him woozy. He slumped down.

"They're watching you," Yoongi explained. "They're not trying to control you right now, just heal you. They want you to recover quickly. You know how they love a miraculous transformation."

"M-Mimmie..." Is all he could manage to whisper. "Where..?"

Yoongi sighed. "I think we should talk about that later. They're going to bring you food in about an hour, and they'll discharge you tomorrow morning as long as everything goes well. Let's talk then, okay?"

That was the morning Jungkook truly knew.

"Jimin is gone, Jungkook."

Jungkook fell to the floor at Yoongi's words. Sobs racked his body, shaking violently as he cried. He didn't want to believe it. The Capital had the medical technology to heal him, didn't they!? They had to of! Why didn't they save him!? The Games were over, Jungkook had won! Jimin didn't need to be dead anymore...

"That's not how The Games work, Jungkook," Yoongi took a deep breath, answering the questions Jungkook was murmuring to himself. "You know that. It's not about what they can do. To bring tributes back would take power away from them. Because if they brought back the tributes, what was the point of killing them in the first place?"

"There is no point!" He hit the ground. It wasn't like him to be violent in anger...but he wasn't himself right now.

Jungkook didn't know who he was anymore.

"And yet here you are, powerless under their control. Going into hysterics because they took away someone who you valued more than your own life," Yoongi said plainly. It was harsh, and it stabbed into Jungkook like needles, all over his body. But it was true...