JiMina Collection

From Within The Rubble ~ Part 1

               Jimin ran his fingers loosely through his hair as he walked out of the room. "I'm going to grab some water!" he called out behind him.

"Okay!" he heard someone call back, acknowledging that he left the room. Walking quite a long distance through the halls of the Music Bank studio, Jimin found the public refreshment table and grabbed a few bottles. They just had their comeback a few days ago, and were here for a performance. As always, it clashed with many other idol groups' mid-winter comebacks, but that was to be expected. Jimin turned to head back to BTS' room, when a large crowd of snow-covered people and reporters swarmed the area and blocked his path, obviously following another idol group like crazed moths to a flame. 

              Ducking his head down, Jimin had no choice but to take an alternate route. The recording agency recently had to move to a temporary location as the old building had been sold to another buyer. And so, Jimin found himself trying to navigate the shoddy back-end of the temporary studio. He began to walk down a deserted, long hallway. There were certainly no idol waiting rooms here, for it was far too badly maintained. He walked farther and farther down the long corridor, surrounded by the cracked and scratched white walls, white floor, and white ceiling. There were no windows. It was completely isolated and silent. 

               Perhaps he should've just waited for the mob to pass. Bored out of his mind, Jimin kicked his 37th dust bunny - he had been counting in his boredom - when he neared a corner and prepared to turn right. Finally, a different sound reverberated through the corridors. Jimin perked up as he heard the faint sound of footsteps. Well, I guess I'm not the only person here. He turned the corner, and promptly bumped right into whoever was walking in the opposite direction. "Oh! Sorry!" He apologized, without even looking up. The two unfortunate people didn't even get a chance to see or recognize each other, for they were promptly distracted by another disturbing noise. 

                The lights flickered shut. A loud, rumbling crack pierced the air. Before he could utter a single word, the world crashed down upon him. Literally. His vision swam as he was knocked to the ground by several heavy slabs of concrete and wood. Coughing and gasping, he desperately tried to breathe, hindered by the thick cloud of dust and dirt floating through the air. Luckily, he was relatively unscathed and free to move around. Pulling his shirt over his mouth, he tried to use the cloth as a makeshift air filter while he struggled to his feet. Jimin tried to find a wall to lean on, but it was easier said than done. It was pitch black and his irritated eyes swam with tears. The dust and grime that hung in the air stung his eyes, nose, and throat. 

               Running his hands along a hard, rough surface in front of him, he was able to deduce that he was trapped under a pile of concrete; likely the walls and ceiling of the building itself. He was fortunate enough that he wasn't crushed by the debris, the concrete instead formed a dome-like space around him, held up by a few flimsy beams of wood. Suddenly, he fell to his knees in a coughing fit, hacking up the dust from his system. As he eventually started to calm down, a lighter set of coughs joined his own. It was only then that he remembered... He wasn't alone. Freezing on the spot, he tried to locate the source of the quiet voice.

"H-Help!" it called, continuing to cough. It was a girl. The voice was soft and feminine, but obviously desperate and laced with pain.

"Where... Where are you?!" Jimin raised his voice, trying hard to swallow and clear out his throat.

"Here!" she called. "Be careful!"

            Jimin blindly walked towards the sound, his hands stuck straight out in front of him. When he come in contact with something warm, he quickly recoiled before stepping forward to help. The girl seemed to be trapped under a large slab of concrete that fell right across her torso, pinning her to the hard ground. She was obviously not as lucky as he was. It was terribly heavy, and it was a long while until Jimin was finally able to pull it off her. Grasping for her hand, he pulled her up and led her slowly to a wall. Using his hands and feet to feel around, they slowly made it to a cleaner spot without tripping over assorted rocks and scattered rubble. Lowering the girl down, he sat beside her, panting. 

              He waited as she continued to cough. Jimin cringed as he referred to her situation. That must've really hurt. At least nothing fell on him. Eventually, the dust settled down some more, making the air much easier to breathe. As the atmosphere cleared up, they were able to wrap their heads around what had just happened. They'd long stopped coughing and just sat there. The silence wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, but Jimin decided to  break it. With a jolt, he realized that he had no clue who was sitting beside him, without hesitation, he posed the question.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice croaky and rough.

"I'm Mina. From TWICE. And you?" she replied, softly. He was pleasantly surprised.

"BTS' Jimin." he responded. The exposition was cut off there, as Mina struck up urgent conversation.

"We need to figure out how to get ourselves out of here."

Jimin nodded in agreement before remembering that it was pitch black. She couldn't see him. Slightly embarrassed, he responded. "Yeah."

"Do you have a phone with you?" she asked.

"Oh no... I was hoping you did."

             The eerie silence came back once more as they were struck by the sudden, daunting realization of their situation's intense severity. It looked like they would be stuck here for quite a long time. With no help. Nothing. The two were trapped here. Together.