Blood Sweat & Guns | BTS

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Jimin's POV

I sat, still and quiet like a statute, in the supply storage, which had once been a music room, back when this had been a high school. I'd been going through the stash with Jin and Namjoon earlier today to help pick out and discard unimportant items that would slow us down during the move and taking note of important items we were running low on.

The other two had gone back to the main building hours ago, though. Getting their night's rest in order to stay alert during the re-location process that would surely take days. Weeks even.

I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep that night, the nerves overpowering my need to rest. My endless irrational thought process made it hard to even focus on the task of going through the supplies, which still technically had to be done.

I just sat there, trying not to think about the prospect of leaving this camp, this home, but not knowing how to keep myself from doing so.

And there was one other thing. Something I definitely wouldn't let myself think about yet. Not while there was so much else going on.

No, I couldn't think about Jungkook until we were at a safe new place. I couldn't be distracted.

So I tried my best not to think about anything at all; everything was a mess, it felt better not to think about anything.

I looked around at the mess of crates and bags filled with a multitude of different things. Nothing was orginized, really. Jin did his best to create a system for all this mess but ended up being unsuccessful.

The musical instruments that'd been here when we found this place had been shoved into the corner of the room. Or, like in the instance of the drums, some may have been taking up too much space and therefor took on the role of target for gun practice.

I've always loved music so this particular classroom was my favorite in the school. I came here every once in a while, playing the slightly out of tune piano or strumming lightly on the dusty acoustic guitar.

It was a shame that the crew had picked the music room as the storage. Although, in all fairness, this was the room with most space apart from the cafeteria. Not that we really needed a lot of space, a normal sized classroom would have sufficed in my opinion.

I never really voiced my opinion during meetings. Instead, I picked someone elses opinion that I agreed with and backed them up. But no one had seemed to have an opinion on where else to have the supply storage, so the music room it was.

I liked it here anyway, the mess of stuff didn't bother me as long as the music was still here. I would probably have lost my mind a long time ago if I hadn't had music to remind me that the past existed, to remind me that humanity used to be a beautiful thing.

After sitting still for about an hour I finally found the will to move. I moved over to pick up the guitar and place it on my lap, my fingers already itching to play.