The Hunger Games (BTS Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve: Training Center

Around night time, Yoongi had got up from his bed to freshen up after the long day. After all he was still in his clothes and make-up from the Tribute Parade. The mechanics of the shower in Yoongi's bathroom were the same as those on the train, so Yoongi had no trouble getting the thing started. He had also washed Holly in that time period to make sure the dog didn't carry any fleas or maybe smell unpleasant. An hour had went by and Yoongi had finished getting ready for the night, climbed into bed and fallen into a dreamless sleep with Holly at his feet.

The next day,  Yoongi woke up feeling well-rested and not grouchy for the first time in weeks. Maybe getting picked for the games and knowing that he has has a slight chance of surviving death due to some rule change has lifted a tiny bit of stress of of Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi saw a red and black exercise type outfit folded neatly at he foot of the bed.

Must be my training outfit, Yoongi thought.

"Yoongi! Training is in an hour! You need to be dressed and fed by then okay?" Jennie called from behind the bedroom door.

Yoongi called back "mkay" and lazily sauntered over to the bathroom to start his morning as an actual tribute.

               ~Time Skippy~

Yoongi walked out of his room feeling fresh and rejuvenated in his training clothing. He likes the way the outfit was made too. They weren't too tight or too lose on him, promising Yoongj a comfortable training time without worrying about anyone staring at places they don't need to.

Breakfast was pretty short, with mainly Sangnim and a bit of Chiwon telling Yoongi and Chiseo that they will be training most of the day for the next three weeks. Nothing too special. While Sangnim was talking, Yoongi and Chiseo both made silent  oaths to themselves to stay away from the other one until one of them will die a tragic death in the arena.

After breakfast had been eaten by the two tributes and the on-going schedule Sangnim had been rambling on and on about had finally subsided, Yoongi and Chiseo had walked onto the elevator, still keeping their distance from each other, and rode down to the training center where the test of popularity and status will begin.

When the elevator opened up and the two took one step out, Yoongi and Chiseo were pulled away by two men that Yoongi thinks to be one of the staff of this room and placed at the end of a line of tributes who were standing in the middle of the enormous room, waiting for the man who stood before them to speak.

"Welcome tributes to the Capitol's one and only, Hunger Games training center. My name is Lee Mooneok and I am the training center coordinator and supervisor. That means I run this place so we play by my rules. Before you now is a series of equipment and stations that will train your body and mind to prepare you for what's to come the minute you rise into that arena. In each station, there is a trainer that will assist you in anyway possible while also making sure you don't kill each other.  Any questions?"

No one rose their hand or uttered a word.

"Didn't think so. You all are dismissed."

And with that, the tributes scattered around the training center either looking for their partners/groups, fiddling with the provided weapons, or at a station that test your physical abilities and mental strength.

Yoongi surveyed the training center and found Jungkook messing around in the dart-constructing station. Yoongi was impressed with what he saw. The boy must have had some experience with potions and elixirs, seeing that Jungkook's hands flew from colorful beakers to small packs of powdery substances then draining them into small darts that would be loaded into a handgun for later uses.

"You seem like you know what your doing here" Yoongi said as he approached the younger.

Jungkook looked up and placed the beaker on the table . "Oh, hey Yoongi-hyung. Shouldn't you be at a station training right now? You might want to use all the time you can get in this place."

"That's what I'm going to do actually. I came here to discuss with you about this survival group thing. We need 5 other people and I want to get them as quick as possible. Would you mind helping me?" Yoongi asked.

"I wouldn't mind. So, who do you want to start with? Have anyone in mind?"

"Nope. But that's where I was hoping you could help me in. How about we split up to look for people. I'll search for three other people while you search for two. How does that sound " Yoongi suggested.

Jungkook started to get a little nervous. "But hyung, you know from the little time we've known each other that I'm more on the quiet side. It'll be like hell trying to talk to others here. Are you sure you're asking the right person to do this?"

Yoongi took the time to think about it. It was clear to the blinds eye that Jungkook was not the talkative type. If anything, the young boy seems fragile and in need of assistance from time to time. But asking a stranger that may have their sights on killing Jungkook in the most gruesome ways possible to be in a group with himself would be hell-breaking-loss hard. So what would get Jungkook to actually accept Yoongi's task?

Yoongi figured out what the problem was.

Jungkook needed a small pep talk from his hyung to encourage him.

"I know this may seem hard Jungkook, but at a time like this, I really need you. I've been in your shoes before and believe me when I say I'm still in them right now. But the only way your gonna win these games is if you break out of the shell and start talking to others. I'm not saying you have to make a whole damn speech, I'm just saying that I need you to open up to others. Can you do that for me?" Yoongi finished. He hoped that this would spark something in Jungkook's mind at least a bit.

Jungkook pondered a bit before finally coming to grips and choosing his decision.

"Alright hyung. I'll do it"