Knowing - jikook au

Silence.

Silence. When Jimin saw Jungkook, there was nothing but silence, silence and the picture of Jungkook's wide-eyed expression as Jimin slipped down into the water, arms reaching out, stretching towards his past love...

Splash.

The cold water enveloped him, the vertical angle of his body allowing the lake to swallow him whole, cold water biting at his body as his limbs flailed, the gun falling from his grip and away into the depths of the dark water. He panicked, raised his arms above his head and tried to push himself up, but only sunk lower, down, down, deeper, deeper. The denim on his legs felt heavy, made his muscles burn as they pushed through the water, his feet touching the bottom of the lake. He tried to push against the lake bed, hoping to propel himself to the surface but he was stopped, something tugged at his jeans, trapping him in place.

I can't move!

He reached down, hands meeting metal which had caught on the denim, his brain starting to feel heavy as he pulled at his jeans, willing them to rip, begging and pleading in his head for any kind of help, for the metal to give way, for him to be able to breathe. The metal jolted, a jagged edge slicing up his skin, staining the water around him with red. He screamed, the lake muffled his agonizing cries, his lungs burned as the last of his air left him.
Why was he struggling? If death was what he wanted, then why was his body fighting so hard to live?

Help me!

Jimin's heart was beating quickly, flooding him with useless adrenaline - his fingers were too numb, senseless as they struggled with denim, the need to breathe overwhelming, body demanding oxygen which he couldn't reach. The metal stayed in place, he was too weak to tear his jeans and the water made it harder and harder to move. He gave up pulling at it, instead trying to undo his jeans at the waist, but he couldn't control his arms - they moved too slowly, too flimsy to fight against the strong force of the water and free him from his damnation.

Jungkook- Kook- somebody help me please help me!

There was an overwhelming urge to breathe in, to suck in water and flood his lungs, when he lost complete control of his limbs. That's how people die when they drown. It's not the lack of oxygen, it's when they finally give in, when they can't fight it anymore, when they let the water pour into their lungs and snuff out the flame of life inside - when they finally give in, and accept death as the lesser of two evils. Jimin was trying desperately hard, but it wasn't enough. He was tired. He felt fuzzy. He was ready to let the water in.

I can't...

He couldn't hold it anymore. That was it. That's where he would die. His and Jungkook's special place, their place of love, their place of forever. Now it really would be Jimin's forever, the place at which his soul would be trapped, in a decaying body under the lake's surface.

He couldn't hold on anymore. He couldn't handle it anymore. He needed to breathe.

Jimin's lips parted and the water poured in.

"I can't find him!" Jungkook cried out when he broke the surface of the water, desperately looking in the direction of Yoongi for help. Yoongi was running before he even thought about it, crashed into the water and quickly made his way over to where Jungkook had surfaced a second time, once again alone. "It's too dark," he said, in between gasps for breath. "The water's dirty, I can't open my eyes, I can't see him! He's going to die!"

"Snap out of it! He's not going to die, try again!"

Jungkook breathed in and forced himself down again, ignoring his screaming muscles and the burn in his lungs as his hands trailed along the lake bed, getting tangled in plants but never feeling skin. It was hopeless - Jimin had been under the water for so long, he had surfaced three times since. Jimin was dead. He had aided Jimin's death. If he'd have just stayed behind the bush where Yoongi had told him to, Jimin wouldn't have slipped. Jimin would still be on the edge, dancing just out of the water's reach.