Retelling the Video

Airplane, Agust D, Joke 15

Agust D's Point of View

I started hearing noises, although I still felt unconscious. I couldn't open my eyes or make any noise anyways.

People were yelling out my name. I wanted to respond, to say "I'm here, I'm alive," but I couldn't. The bridge shook a little and I grimaced from the pain that shook through my leg.

A scream ripped through the air, followed quickly by another one. It sounded a bit like a woman's scream, and I wondered who had let a woman wander onto this bridge.

"What do we do Hobi? We can't just pull him off can we? That'll hurt him more," someone said. The voice was familiar.

"Don't worry RM. I think I saw some bolt cutters somewhere. I'll go get them, and then we can cut him free, carry him back to the car, and take him to the hospital. Sound good," another person responded to who I assumed was RM. Where had I heard that name before?

I started thinking in the silence that was left behind after the footsteps faded. All that was left was the quiet breathing of RM and I. Was RM a friend from work? No, I don't work, I rap in the rap group. What did RM stand for? Then it clicked. RM=Rap Monster=weird guy who talks to Jimin who isn't really there, at least I'm pretty sure Jimin isn't really there. You never know.

"Are you strong enough to hold him up when I cut him free," the second guy asked when he came back. RM must have nodded because the Hobi guy started talking again. "Okay then. On three. One. Two," I heard the ting sound of metal being put on metal and felt arms go around me. "Three!" The bolt cutters closed and snapped through the metal.

The arms around me moved forward a bit, probably from holding almost all of my weight unsupported over a bridge hole now. My jacket was cut off and fell into the ocean miles below.

I felt myself being raised up. I was carried somewhere and I heard car doors open and shut. A car started up and we were off.

I was taken somewhere that smelled very clean and very chemical filled. Most likely place was a hospital. But if I was in the hospital with a piece of metal in my leg...I was getting surgery wasn't I? I mentally sighed, unable to do it physically. Fuck this shit, I'm out, I thought as I slipped into unconsciousness, this time willingly.

I woke up to the familiar face of RM and the unfamiliar face of the guy I assumed to be Hobi. They smiled when they saw me open my eyes, and I unexpectedly smiled back. It felt good to smile. I hadn't done that in a long time.

I told them what had happened with the train, and they told me about the things that had led up to them finding me. J-Hope, called Hobi by RM, said he planned to take us to live with him in his house. I agreed to that. He seemed nice and I didn't feel eager to go back to the rap group anytime soon. RM wasn't going back either.

I got tired and laid back down. They probably had me all drugged up. I murmured goodnight to my saviors and passed out. I had a nightmare about falling off a bridge into an ice cold ocean. I figured I would be having those dreams for a while.