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Author's POV: 8 September, 2035

That voice didn't spare Jungkook. It came to him in his sleep, while he's training, even when he's taking a shower. It seemed to know everything about the situation with Jimin, but the question is, how?

How does it know everything? How is it linked to Jimin? Does Jimin know?

Jungkook couldn't be bothered with the questions, as he was mentally freaking out. He already informed everyone what the voice had told him, and they teams should be suiting up now. Jungkook had done it as soon as he woke up this morning. He's not thinking straight and he can't calm down.

But what about their plan? They're suiting up now. What does that mean? They're just forgetting all they've worked on to rescue Jimin? It seemed that way. Jungkook asked himself these questions. Will they be okay? Will Jimin be okay? His mind raced. Am I gonna die? Jungkook's thought process had been interrupted by the voice once again.

Jungkook. Stop. Calm down. The voice did somehow calm Jungkook's nerves and only left him to wonder how.

Who are you?

You'll find out... but please come save Jimin he needs you...

Why? What happened?

I-

Is he okay?

I've been forbidden from seeing him, ever since they...

Since they what?! Tell me!

You'll find out.

Is he okay? I just want to know if he's okay...

I don't think so...

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Jimin's POV:

It burned. Everything. Burned. Even the coldness of the ground couldn't help it. My eyes burned. My skin burned. My muscles burned. Everything. Why am I not healing myself? My shirt had been torn in the process, leaving my skin visible and opened. My jeans had even been torn. My knees were scraped... guess that's from falling on the ground... But how come I can't heal myself?

Wounds don't usually effect me, because I can heal them as I get them, but I looked down at my arm. A glowing iridescent liquid had been occasionally spilling out. My blood? I'd never seen my blood before and just assumed it was red like everyone else's. Is mine this crystal colour?

Why am I worried about the colour of my blood? I could barely stand, speak, or even think for that matter. The gaping wounds on my chest, arms, and back were screaming at me. Screaming. I mentally screamed at myself for not being able to fight back. Was it fear? Who knows? I forced myself to sit up. The fact that I hadn't eaten wasn't doing me any justice. I wrapped my icy fingers around the cold steel bars, just for some assurance. I winced at the pains I so graciously received after each movement.

The room was dark. Like always. Nothing, but the small window gave off light. Jimin looked at the window, searching for something he didn't even know he searching for. He thought, just maybe, he could find a means of escape.