It was so close to the end of the Purge. Only two days left.
But I noticed Jimin was suffering greatly. His leg began to bleed again, and this time it wouldn't stop. He didn't know what happened, but I suspected that the woman's knife might've sliced him. He probably was too shocked to notice.
I began to bandage it, while avoiding eye contact because I was a wimp, and looking at the scenery around us. Back in the forest. About 12 pm. I could only assume since we didn't have any clocks. At least there was the sun.
I felt someone staring at me, and when I looked at Jimin, it was him.
"Wh-what?" I stammered.
He broke into a smile.
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(A/N: Like this. Lil bias wrecker sexy mochi oml dead ;-;)
"You're so cute,~" he flirted.
We stared at each other for another few seconds, until he spoke again.
"You know," Jimin whispered in my ear. "At the beginning? I wasn't kidding when we need a way to reproduce. Could you..?"
I slapped him gently, blushing like mad. "Stop it, Jimin!" I finished bandaging and got up.
He stood with me, so close that he leaned his forehead against mine. Then he winked.
"Yah! I said stop!"
"Whatever." He smirked, and his shoulder brushed past me.
I sighed. Not out of love, but the rumbling panic that rose when I thought he was going to die.
~.~
None of us traveled that day. Jimin kept groaning, and the bleeding soon became worse. It was the nightmare I thought would happen. He didn't deserve this.
We soon began running out of water, so Milo and I decided to go down to the river that was very close. Taehyung cared for his friend and kept guard with a knife in his pocket.
I took my knife, too, of course. It was the only memento I kept of Yoongi and BTS. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I accidentally choked out a sob.
Thank God Milo didn't hear.
We arrived, and I filled up the bottle, when I heard the familiar rustling around me. I looked back, but no one was there. We were extremely dehydrated, so maybe I was hallucinating? Maybe...
I knew for sure when a hand pulled me back. Frantically, I tried to get ahold of my weapon, but whoever this crazy person was, their body trapped it.
They pushed me down on the ground, and rolled me onto my back.
It was a man. A young man maybe a bit older then me, in his 20s. His hair was parted, with one side shaved, and the other fashioning longish, shaggy hair.
He looked hungry.
"Stop it!" I shouted, but it only came out as a loud whisper.
He smirked, white teeth shining. I was sure he was a byuntae. "Don't worry,~" his raspy voice sang.
His hand snaked up under my shirt, but only just above my waist, because someone kicked him off. It was Milo. Unfortunately, the man got up quickly, and cut my brother's cheek. Angrily, I embraced him, hands around stomach, and-
He turned around, and sliced the skin of my leg off.
I harshly screamed, my limb stinging.
"You little..." I managed, and pushed him back on the ground, and slapped him so many times he couldn't focus. I could see that. His eyes tried to analyze me, but I stabbed them.
Only then did I stand, and fall back, sobbing.
If Milo didn't save me... well, I'm sure you have ideas on what he would've done.
~.~
*intensity intensifies, making it even more intense* *x files song plays for no reason*
help
I gotta thank That_Savage760for saying I will regain inspiration. imagine getting a comment like that like I'm-
