This Wild Love // Yoongi

Rumbling Patterns

The first pang in my chest is one I will never forget. It's riddled with pain, agony -- this heart-wrenching sensation. Putting a hand to my heart, I keel over and scream. This pain is unimaginable, and surely, surely, I will die from this wound.

But the wound isn't mine.

His hands slip.

...a second pang attacks my chest. I jump.

But I no longer see Yoongi.

I see a black jaguar.

"Yoongi!" I scream. My hand grasps his jet-black paw, but his weight carries both of us away from the roof.

Why did I jump?

A third pang squeezes my heart as the sidewalk closes in on us. My eyes slam shut, but instead of feeling a solid whack against the concrete, a strong force pulls me to the side, removing any possibility of breaking my bones. When I open my eyes, I find that Yoongi is carrying me away from the building, speeding along the streets.

His running is lopsided and shaky, and his fur, matted. What must have once been a lustrous coat is now damaged, not just from the fresh wound, but from years of neglect.

"Yoongi, stop!" I cry.

He doesn't reply, instead forcing himself to move faster. The strength behind his leaps and bounds nearly throws me off, but my desperation keeps my fingers tied in his fur.

It takes a long time before we reach the outskirts of the city. At this point, Yoongi's stride has slowed down considerably. Each step he takes causes my heart to swell with worry.

A sudden jolt throws me off Yoongi's back and sends me into the woods. I hear him stumble, not far behind. As I get up, a painful twinge stops me.

I've twisted my ankle...

"Yoongi?" I croak. I look around, but his black fur doesn't help me look for him in the darkness. Instead, a low rumble resounds deeper in the woods.

The rumbling calls for me, begs me to come closer. I grasp the tree, stand up with as much strength as I can muster, and let go.

The most I can do now is feel my way around in the darkness, but within two steps, I've already fallen.

I can't walk.

The rumbling stops.

"Yoongi?"

Nothing.

"Yoongi!?"

Time stops for a fraction of a second. The wind dies, the leaves go still, and the grass stops rustling. With so many trees covering the sky, the light of the stars doesn't reach the forest floor.

...and another rumble begins.

Rushing along, I finally feel his fur under my palm, and a section of his shoulder where the fur is wet. When I bring back my hand, the terrible smell hits my nose.

I need something to stop the blood flow.

Without a second thought, I pull back the sleeves on my shirt and reach down.

It's an emergency.

The feeling of crisp air brushes against my skin as I lift the shirt over my head. As I pull the last of it off and cover the wound on his shoulder, a few drops of water hit my back. A constant droning sound above the trees starts up.

Of all the times to rain...

I shiver as the water continues to hit my back, but my full focus is on Yoongi's shoulder.  I can't use a tourniquet, and he's not capable of moving.

I keep one hand pressed to my shirt and use the other hand to reach into my pocket, hoping to feel the familiar cold touch of my case.

With a sigh of relief, I pull out my phone. I'm still close enough to establish a connection.

I can never decide on a title...

BT Lunatics

Namjoonie: Where is everyone?

Sunshine: I'm chillin with Jin, safezone outside the city. We gucci ♡

JK: Jimin-hyung's paw hurt but otherwise ok

Yoongi

Jin-oppa: what about Yoongi

Jiminie: what happened

Jin added Changmin.

Namjoonie: frick please respond

Changmin: what did I miss? I'm in a safezone somewhere...

He's hurt

Changmin: who?

Taehyung: Where are you?

Outside city

[Sending] Please help we're past the south border

Without warning, my phone shuts off. My blood runs cold.

"No," I tremble. "No, no, no." I hold the power button, praying for some sort of extended battery life, but the zero percent screen pops up.

Abandoning my phone, I keep all of my attention on the shirt. The flow feels different. Carefully lifting my hand up, I find that the wound has temporarily stopped bleeding.

Tears crowd the corners of my eyes. Yoongi's head turns and his beautifully colored eyes catch mine. It only lasts a moment before he puts his head back down, exhausted by the effort.

I can't do anything else.

The rain stops me from starting a fire. Shouting does nothing for us in the woods. My phone is dead. The hospital won't accept a black jaguar. I don't have the strength to move or carry Yoongi.

My only hope is that the other boys can find our location on their own.

Now shivering from the rain, I huddle against Yoongi and lay on the ground.

Please be okay.

"Please be okay," I say into the night. Yoongi doesn't respond. To keep myself from crumbling apart, I assume he's fallen asleep from exhaustion.

There's nothing more I can do.

I close my eyes, no longer able to keep them open. The rain continues to fall, allowing a chill to settle in my bones and my body. Fatigue sends my head reeling.

There's nothing.

My thoughts continue to dwindle, until finally, the world goes black.