Death Drive

x. Everyone's Hope

*trigger warning on this chapter*

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Jimin had been hurling and getting exceedingly drunk off of motel-grade booze all night. The anxious vomiting wouldn't seem to stop until finally, almost four hours later, Jimin was able to sit up straight and collect his thoughts.
Not once had a tear escaped his body.
He heard a knock on the door.

"Come in..." Jimin uttered tiredly.

"You alright?" Hoseok's familiar voice asked as he crept through the gap in the doorway.

"Yeah," Jimin said, "Well, I think so."

"It smells like death in here," Hoseok chuckled.

"Hey, let's avoid using the word death for a while, alright?" Jimin insisted.

"Whatever you say, boss," Hoseok agreed, to the obviously shitfaced Jimin.

"How is everyone?" Jimin prodded sloppily.

"Namjoon and Jungkook are in shambles," Hoseok began, "But Taehyung is doing fine, and so is Yoongi."

"What about Jin?"

"Jin is handling this better than anyone. I guess he's been expecting it for a while," Hoseok explained.

"And you?" Jimin asked, standing up to face Hoseok head-on.

"I don't know him well enough to be handling this like you all are. But, I'm doing fine. This is the first time I've been around death," Hoseok said before stopping himself abruptly, "Sorry, I said dea—well you know..."

"It's okay," Jimin said smiling.

"Jin said he wanted us to make this the best thirty days of his life..." Hoseok began, "I'm thinking we take him around the world. We've already hit Bangladesh—we'll just need to ask Namjoon where else Jin likes!"

"We should avoid Namjoon at all costs right now," Jimin slurred, "Keep the responsibility away from him, and let him feel this for a while,"

"Well how are we supposed to—"

"Jin wants to see Greece, Argentina, Tokyo, and Oregon before he dies," Jimin said, before abruptly being cut off by Hoseok.

"Okay, one: how do you know this? And two: why Oregon?"

"One: I've known him for years. Two: Jin thinks Oregon is the cutest state—and he talks about wanting to live there a lot."

"Fair enough," Hoseok said, taking Jimin's hand, "I'll get us the tickets tonight."

"You don't have money...remember?"

"But, I do have about a hundred archived credit-card numbers. I'm sure they'll have money. Remember? I'm a criminal? I figured you'd be the last one to forget..."

"Why are you doing this?" Jimin asked, swaying side-to-side, "You don't even know him—you said it yourself."

"When I first met Jin, he told me he had nothing to lose. And I told him the same thing. Now I know why he has nothing to lose. It's my turn to show it," Hoseok insisted.

"You're crazy," Jimin said.

"Jin doesn't think I'm crazy."

The pair stood in silence, until Jimin hugged Hoseok (it was the first time he had shown him any affection).
"You're a good man," Jimin said, "It's strange that the best people have the worst reputations..." Jimin slurred, dozing off in Hoseok's arms.
Jimin was drained.