Splintered Arrows ↠ YoonMin

Chapter 17

Jimin

What had I done?

My heart began to race as I lifted my head, looking around the Cornucopia. The full pile of supplies that was there just a few hours ago was almost completely gone, the few miscellaneous items that remained scattered around. I quickly scrambled to my feet, looking around desperately for a culprit, or tracks, or anything.

I could faintly recall passing out last night because I was so tired. Someone must've seen that no one was on guard and taken the opportunity to steal the bulk of the important weapons and food.

"No... no no no!" I could feel my panic quickly rising. What were we going to do now?

Breathe Jimin, breathe. I closed my eyes and took slow, shaky breaths. This was all my fault. I couldn't even imagine the faces of the others when they came back. If they came back.

It was pointless staying at the Cornucopia now. Without any weapons we were practically sitting ducks.

I dropped to my hands and knees, hurrying over to where the everyone was sleeping. "Taehyung. Taehyung!" I hissed, shaking him roughly. He startled awake.

"W-what's wrong?" He asked, shooting up into a sitting position and looking around.

"I fell asleep and someone took all our stuff. We don't have any weapons! Ugh, what are we going to do?" I blurted out.

"Slow down. You fell asleep? What about the other girl on watch?" Taehyung asked, putting his hand on my arm to get me to calm down.

"She left last night to try and find the others. That's when I passed out." I explained hurriedly.

"So someone snuck by when everyone was sleeping and collected all of the important stuff?" Taehyung worded slowly.

I groaned, covering my face in my hands. "This is all my fault. There's no chance for us now, Taehyung. We're over! We're over with!"

Taehyung blew out a breath and the clearing was quiet for a moment as he looked around, assessing the situation. "We should be glad the person didn't decide to kill any of us." He pointed out, rubbing my back. "Or maybe they felt too weak to be able to fight."

Taehyung brought up a good point. Most Tributes wouldn't hesitate to take the life of a Career, especially if it was so easy. Maybe the person that had come to take all the supplies had been very small, or sick and wounded?

"It isn't your fault, Jimin." Taehyung went on. "We should've planned out when we were going to rotate shifts last night before we went to sleep."

I didn't say anything.

"But anyways, I'll look through the stuff that's still here and gather what's most important. Then there's no point in staying at the Cornucopia, so we should head out and look for the others." He said softly. "It'll be okay, okay?"

I nodded quickly, trying hard to believe what Taehyung said was true. "O-okay."

"You go wake up the others while I get some supplies." He said, and I did as I was told, blinking quickly.

I wanted to cry.

But I couldn't.

Yoongi

"You see this, Yoongi? This will be you one day."

I stared with wide eyes at the frame my father had paused the television on. It was the winner of that year's Hunger Games standing proud, pointing his glaive skywards in victory.