Splintered Arrows ↠ YoonMin

Chapter 11

Yoongi

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

All twenty-four Tributes were gathered backstage where the Interviews were being held, watching a small TV that played the Interviews live since the heavy red curtain blocked our view of the stage. None other than the female Tribute of District 4 was up, sleazy as always.

Mikyong was sitting next to me, dosing off since it was dark out and around the time I put her to bed. Jimin was a few chairs down, alone. As for Namjoon, apparently he couldn't be bothered to sit here and wait until the late hours of the night for this to be over. I envied he who was probably in bed right now.

Bohee's interview had start off like many predicted it would: her bragging about her outfit, about how she would win the Hunger Games, about how she's the prettiest in the Capitol, etcetera etcetera. But when the Host asked her about her strategy, the atmosphere took a turn no one was expecting.

Her face had paled and her smile vanished, and she began to pick at loose threads in her dress sporadically. She prefaced her statement with, "I won't say any names, but," and I noticed Jimin's eyes wander towards my direction.

"Min Yoongi." Bohee said quietly, and twenty-one pairs of large eyes turned stare at me. I waited anxiously for her next words.

"He'll be dead in a day. I can guarantee it." She went on, her voice getting louder, and she wrapped a black thread around her finger, snapping it roughly and audibly. I could practically hear her Stylist crying at hard work being destroyed. Although her empty threats were directed at me, I felt my satisfaction rising.

"I'll kill him with my own two hands. Beheaded, stabbed, choked, drowned, beat to death in warm, sticky blood, I don't care what it takes! As long as no more breaths leave his body!"

She was standing up now, wide eyes darting around at the crowd which began talking amongst themselves, the collective buzz nearly drowning out the Host as he told Bohee to sit and calm down.

Bohee was broken.

She'd lost it.

"Now now Bohee, no need to get hostile." The Host attempted to soothe her, which only seemed to rile her up more. Her hair was practically standing on end like a deranged cat's and I prayed for the souls who were stared down by her flashing eyes.

"Yes there is! You don't understand what he's done to me!" She shrieked. The maniacal tone in her voice made the room fall silent. Deathly silent.

Then, in less than ten seconds, she burst into tears, took off her heels and threw them aimlessly into the audience, then fled from the stage through a fire exit. The Host's smile had completely vanished for, what was safe to say, the first time in Hunger Games history.

Some rowdy Tributes began cheering and a few shook their heads in disbelief. The crowd exploded into applause at the show Bohee had made, and the "lucky" audience members that had caught her projectile footwear held onto it like an heirloom. Whether this would raise her popularity or lower it, only the Sponsors would know.

That is, until, Jimin made his way onto the stage.

Everyone had quieted down by now as Jimin began his Interview with the irate Host. He was radiating youthful and cheerful energy, probably just as his mentor had instructed. His smiles were full and laughs like bells, and soon he had everyone watching wrapped around his finger, even me.

"Jimin, a lot of us are wondering about an incident that happened a few days ago. The Berry Incident." The Host began, and my heart sank.

"What do you have to say about it?"