The Hunger Games (BTS Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Four: Missing

Yoongi looked to his right to see the other six standing on their own platform, a mixture of fear, anger, and even more emotions written all over their faces. He then looked over to the Cornucopia, a giant metal horn, about twenty feet tall and wide, littered with weapons, bags filled with medicines, water containers, sleeping bags, and much more supplies that can last anyone weeks, maybe even months alone in dome.

Sixty seconds was how long they had to stand on the platform. Take one step off before the time is up and the landmines will blow you to tiny bits. Yoongi remembered the horrific sight in the previous Hunger Games. The boy was just too anxious to start. Taking one last glance at each other before the gong went off, the seven boys nodded their head, silently and making sure everyone was ready and clear on the plan.

Yoongi looked back at the Cornucopia. Back at the weapons. Back at the bow and arrows. His bow and arrows. The bow laid neatly on it's rack, a quiver filled with shining metal arrows placed next the it. He knows they are for him. They are meant to be in his possession. No one could load and shoot an arrow as precise and fast as he could. He was the lone archer in the dome. Those were his. His scored proved it, and if it came down to it, he'll prove it again.

10....9....

Nervousness turns into terror, which turns into a cold sweat that drips down his face.

8....7....

Yoongi couldn't stop thinking about his mom and Holly. The two he loved most in life. The times they had laughed, played, cried, and sometimes (but rarely) fought, all leading up to this point.

5....4....

'Just grab a bag and run for it. The others will meet up with you when you run back,' Yoongi thought.

3....2....1

The gong rings out.

Yoongi's feet move like lightining towards a navy blue backpack 10 feet away. Scooping up a pack of crackers and a small loaf of bread on the way with ease, Yoongi made it to the bag no problem.

Before he was able to completely escape, a heavy weight slammed into Yoongi, knocking him and his supplies down to the ground with a thud. Looking above him, was the boy from District 2, clenching a dagger that's ready to be smeared and painted with Yoongi's blood. Frantically thinking and searching for an escape route that can get him out cut-and-bruise free, Yoongi did the only thing that made it's way to his mind (which speaks a lot about him).

Yoongi shoved the heel of his foot aggressively into the guys genitals.

The boy dropped to his knees and held his private parts in pain and complete and utter shock at Yoongi's petty move. He was speechless to say the most.

Without so much as a second thought, Yoongi quickly grabbed his bag and small portions of food portions, and sprinted away the scene, not looking back.

As Yoongi was passing the Cornucopia, he took a quick glimpse of the corpse that laid on the ground, a different slice mark or stab wound evident on the body. Their faces displayed each a contrasting emotion, fear, shock, and Yoongi swore he saw a face that looked.....happy? Like they were happy when they saw the knife, or whatever weapon was used, coming their way.

Yoongi ran towards the trees, in the direction the group agreed on. He ran as fast as his legs could take him. Running further into the forest, Yoongi heard his name softly called from the top of the trees.

"Yoongi, up here!"

Yoongi looked up to see the hopeful eyes of his friends looking down at him. They were safely perched on large tree branches supporting their weight. A wave of relief washed all Yoongi's negative emotions away instantly.

They all slip down their trees effortlessly, landing safely around Yoongi.

Hoseok ran up and hugged Yoongi tightly. "What the hell Yoongi, you had us all worried sick, we thought you were dead! Where were you?"

"Ok first, I'm not dead clearly. Second, I got tackled someone and got away," Yoongi said simply, completely leaving out the part where he kicked his assaulter in the nuts.

Namjoon cleared his throat, grabbing everyone's attention. "That still leaves us with one problem. We need to find Jungkook."

Yoongi's blood went cold at those appalling words. "What do you mean, we all stuck to the plan. Did anyone see him when the gong went off?" The temporary relief and bliss reverting back to the negative emotions previously swarming through his body.

"I did see him wrestling a guy for a bag and what looked like a knife. I wanted to help him badly, but he yelled to go and that he'll be ok. I didn't see him after that," Taehyjng said from behind Namjoon.

"Well wherever he is, we need to hurry and f-"

"GUYS! HELP ME PLEASE! HELP!"

Jungkook's voice echoed through the dome and it took the boys nearly a second to recognize it was him. Not wasting a millisecond longer, they sprinted towards the direction the maknae's distress call, praying to whatever God that can hear them that the young boy is anything but nearing death. Jungkook is a strong person, no doubt about it, but they were no longer in the training center where you were given multiple tries to defeat and win. No, this was the real thing, and they need to find Jungkook fast, before anyone else did.

Tree branches whipped past their faces, occasionally slapping them hard, leaving tiny scratches on their skin. Of course they didn't seem to notice, Jungkook being their number one objective.

Seokjin was first to notice him. "There he is!"

Jungkook was laid out on the ground, the life and soul almost completely drained out of his small body and onto the ground, along with his warm crimson blood pooling around him. The blood had drained from his right thigh, where a deep, horrendous gash was evident. He was holding onto a filled bag with another bag slung onto his back.

They were all appalled and enraged at the horrible sight, while on the other hand Jungkook was latching onto any piece of life he could breathe in.

"Guys....help......please........" Jungkook breathed out with his eyes lulled back.

Jimin and Taehyung was first to take to his side, slowly sitting him up to a somewhat comfortable position.

"He's losing blood fast we have to hurry and take care of him," Jimin panicked.

"Take his jacket off and wrap it around his thigh. We need to keep his temperature as low as possible," Namjoon asserted.

Taehyung quickly shimmied Jungkook's jacket off of him and wrapped it around his thigh, effectively stopping the blood from leaking out without too much pressure applied to the wound.

"We have to find some place to stay for the night and hopefully for the rest of the games. Jungkook can't move or function like this. At least not right now," Seokjin said in a worried tone.

"You're right. Let's try our best to find a cave or something. Think you can carry Kookie on your back for a little Jimin?" Namjoon asked.

Jimin scoffed and chuckled. "I can carry this kid any day. Put him on my back Tae."

Taehyung lifted Jungkook onto Jimin's back with ease. The wounded boy winced here and there in the process of being lifted, but was overall safe, secure, and comfortable on the younger's back (who wouldn't be ⊂◉‿◉つ).

"Alright. Let's go."