𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙡 / 𝙗𝙩𝙨

𝙫𝙞𝙞

As the group sat in the aftermath of the fight, the weight of exhaustion settled heavily on their shoulders. Y/N's mind was racing, still processing the chaos they'd just survived. But amidst the pain and fear, there was an undeniable sense of relief—somehow, they had made it through.

Jungkook wiped the sweat from his brow, his chest heaving as he finally allowed himself a moment to breathe. He turned to the others, scanning each of their faces, checking for injuries, for signs of life. Jimin was leaning heavily against the cave wall, still pale but alive, his breathing shallow but steady. Jin hovered over him, gently adjusting his bandages, his face etched with worry but also determination.

Taehyung, though battered and bruised, stood with his head held high. He had been through hell, but there was a fire in his eyes—a refusal to give in.

As the quiet of the cave settled in, Y/N's thoughts drifted to the others. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. Where were they? Were they okay? The group had split up earlier, but they had agreed to regroup after getting as far from the scavengers as possible.

"We need to find them," Jungkook finally spoke, his voice hoarse but filled with resolve. "Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. They're still out there."

Jin nodded, though his face betrayed his exhaustion. "We can't leave them behind."

"They'll be heading toward the valley," Taehyung said, his voice raspy but clear. "If we move now, we might catch up before dark."

Jungkook looked over at Jimin, who weakly shook his head. "I'll be fine," Jimin murmured, forcing a smile. "I'll walk."

Y/N wasn't convinced, but they knew staying here wasn't an option. The scavengers could regroup, and they couldn't risk being caught in another attack.

"Let's go," Y/N said, helping Jin get Jimin to his feet. They shared a glance with Jungkook and Taehyung, a silent agreement passing between them. They had to keep moving. For Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. For themselves.

The group set off, trudging through the dense forest, every step a painful reminder of their ordeal. As night began to fall, their pace quickened, urgency driving them forward.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Y/N caught sight of movement ahead. They froze, heart pounding, as three familiar figures emerged from the trees.

"Namjoon!" Y/N cried out, relief washing over them.

Namjoon, with his towering frame, turned at the sound of his name. His face lit up with a mixture of surprise and relief as Yoongi and Hoseok came into view behind him.

"You're alive," Namjoon breathed, rushing toward the group, his eyes scanning them for injuries. "We thought... we didn't know if..."

"We made it," Jungkook said, his voice thick with emotion. "Barely, but we made it."

Yoongi stepped forward, his usually stoic expression softening as he laid eyes on Jimin, who was leaning heavily on Jin. "Jimin, you—"

"I'm fine," Jimin interrupted with a weak laugh. "I'm not going anywhere."

Hoseok, ever the emotional one, rushed to Jimin's side, his eyes misting over. "You scared us, man."

As the group finally reunited, there was a sense of wholeness that settled over them. Despite the bruises, the blood, and the fear, they had found each other again. Together, they were stronger.

Namjoon looked at the group, his expression filled with a renewed sense of purpose. "We're not out of this yet."