"Forest of Music." Horror AU

Chapter 8

[warning: this story contains elements of blood and death. If you are sensitive to these things or are easily frightened, please do not read. Also, the depictions of the idols represented in this, are a mere work of fiction. Do not take anything to heart.]

[Jimin's P.O.V]

I was having a bad dream. All I saw was darkness. It was...engulfing me... dragging me down. Loud, maniacal laughter filled my brain and consumed my thoughts. It was evil. menacing and horrid. It shook me awake...

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I began to stir. My eyes had not yet opened, but I felt a strong, warm presence near me. I couldn't open my eyes. I felt a throbbing pain in my arm. It stung with the intensity of someone putting a lighter near my flesh. I shifted slightly, finally letting my eyelids flutter open, adjusting to my surroundings. It was dark at first, and blurry.
I could hardly see. But soon after, my vision came to me. I felt a pressure on my shoulder. I blinked a few times and turned to look at what was touching me. I notice that it was Jungkook.
He was leaning on me, asleep. Did he fall asleep next to me? I wonder why. I blushed and went to gently shake him awake. I whispered near his ear.
"J-jungkook? Jungkook... wake up.." I say softly. He only groaned slightly, licking his lips in his slumber. I just snickered.
"Such a cutie." I smirked but as I went to shake him again, the pain in my arm made me hiss in pain and flinch.
That immediately woke the younger man up, snapping straight up in a sitting position to look at me.
"Jimin?! Are you okay?" He shot his arms forward, grabbing my hand as he made sure to be careful with my injury. He was so nice. That caused me to blush even more so I turned my head away so he wouldn't see. I cleared my throat.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." I smiled weakly at the younger boy.
A sigh of relief was released from his lips and he sat back on his legs, folded under him. "Phew. That's good. I was worried about you."
I looked back at him confused.
"Really? You were?" I tilted my head to the side. "B-by the way..." I shifted my gaze away to look around the place I'm at.

"W-where are we? What happened? I remember we were running, I remember the monster and... and-" I tried to recall all the events that happened. My head was swimming and I could barely think. Jungkook noticed my weariness so he cut me off, answering my burning questions.

"We...didn't make it, Jimin. You passed out. I... I thought we were done for. I honestly didn't know what to do." He said sadly, looking down at his hands. I frowned, seeing how upset he obviously was.

"I see..." I say somberly and down at the bandage of my left arm. I furrowed my brows, curious as to why my arm was wrapped up. I look at Jungkook. "Jungkook? Why is my arm wrapped up? Did you do it?"

Just as Jungkook was opening his mouth to speak, a female entered back through the entrance of this tent and answered. "It was me, I'm the one who treated you." She smiled at me. She was dark haired, medium height. One thing that was peculiar was that she seemed vaguely familiar. As if I had seen her before.

"Wh-who-"
"Mrs. Mari. Do you remember? I was the makeup artist that was doing Jungkook's makeup earlier today. That took me by surprise.
She knows first aid?

It took me a minute before my mind processed the information. As soon as it clicked, I nod my head. My head still feeling fuzzy from just waking up. She walked over and sat down on the opposite side of me.
"How are you feeling?" She asked quietly, concern written on her face. "I-I'm okay. A bit lightheaded, but I'm okay."

"I figured you would be. You lost quite a bit of blood. That was a nasty wound you suffered." She made a quick gesture to your arm, with her head.