Inhuman | ✓

xxxvi - solace

𝙹 𝚄 𝙽 𝙶 𝙺 𝙾 𝙾 𝙺

ASIDE FROM THE CONSTANT NOISE THE TRAIN IS MAKING, the compartment we were pushed into was less any better. I sat on one of the benches and had my back slumped against the wall, Jimin seated next to me, Yugyeom and Bam Bam settled on the opposite side of the room, and of course, the lone wolf herself plumped on the floor at the far end of the corridor as she is leaned against the foot of the bench, her eyes watching the blank sky out the window as it merely stares back at her. I almost had the urge to rise from my seat and go near her, but the prickling of the scars on both of my legs feels as if it doesn't want me to.

I sit back down and lift both of my legs up and place them on top of the other. The hem of my jeans are mostly tattered, the ripped areas of it showing exactly the scars-a faint, deep purple sprawled around just above my ankles as if they looked like chokers.

So that's why, I thought to myself while resting my arms down on my legs, anger welling up inside me. I knew it, I clench my fists. Of course they shouldn't be trusted. They chained me up last night—

My eyes dart towards Yugyeom and Bam Bam, sitting beside each other. I raise an eyebrow when Bam Bam steals a glance towards Yugyeom, whose head is turned towards Omega's direction. A hint of concern can be seen from his face. I wish he noticed Bam Bam trying to catch his attention.

Look the other way.

I feel a hand on top of my arm. I look up to see Jimin who has his eyes fixed on the lights. I haven't realized he has been so quiet the whole time after I took him away from Mark as soon as Omega told Jackson that we would come with them. I couldn't blame him; being used as hostage and threatened to be killed if everything else went downhill.

I gently place my hand over his, making him turn away from the lights to look back at me. "How are you feeling?" I ask in a low voice.

To my disappointment, Jimin doesn't say anything. A small exhale escapes my lips; why doesn't he ever open up to me? How he feels. . . Surely having a knife brought straight next to his neck has traumatized him, but he could have at least said anything. . .

"I'm just here, hyung," I eventually whisper in a resigned voice, retracting my hand from his. A moment passes by as the rowdy sound of engines disrupts the unsettling compartment, before Jimin miraculously responds with a short nod to my relief.

I turn away from him after that, taking a deep breath and settling my eyes back on Yugyeom, whom to my surprise, is not looking at Omega anymore and looks as if he were driven by exhaustion, of what happened a while ago. The events were admittingly just too overwhelming that even he has not noticed Bam Bam having his head rested on his shoulder as they unconsciously drifted too sleep, their eyes closed shut.

It feels rather unusual in a split second of how nervousness creeps up my spine, only for it wash away once I see that Jimin chose to curl up into a ball and doze on his chin against his knees pulled tight with his arms wrapped around, dozing off.

Just by seeing the three of them makes me feel so lethargic I couldn't resist, however, the sight of Omega, extremely awake, has somewhow forced me to keep my eyes wide open.

Now's your chance, a voice in my head squeaks in delight, making me startle, which I regret so much. She somehow notices the sudden movement that she shot her head towards my direction, and when she realize that there are no casualties at all, and that it was me instead, I could feel her glare shooting from a certain distance that I could mentally feel myself being thrown across the compartment.

Ugh, seriously, Jungkook, I chide myself irritably as soon as Omega looks away.

Yet before I could even immerse into scolding myself of how of an idiot I was, I hear a sound of metal skidding across the floor. My head turns to look where the sound originated, my eyes automatically landing down on a sword lying on the floor near my feet.