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"Hyung, you need to calm down."
I don't listen to him and continue my pacing. "Why aren't they back yet? It shouldn't be taking this long."
From the corner of the train car, Jimin stretches his arms. "It's alright, Seokjin-hyung. It took hours for Yoongi to get me out of that horrid place. It's practically a labyrinth."
I bite my thumbnail. "Taehyung said it shouldn't take this long..."
The shorter man stands and walks over to me, eyes sad. "I know it's scary. But they'll be here any minute." He pulls me into a hug. "Then Yoongi-hyung and Taehyung will have found a car by now and we're all going home."
As I tighten our embrace, I mentally curse at myself. I'm the oldest hyung. I'm the one who should be comforting him, my dongsaeng. I shove my face into his shoulder and rest my hands on his waist when I pull back to look at him. "Thank you, Jiminie. I needed that."
He smiles at me.
In the distance, I hear the roar of a motor. I act on my first instinct which was to grab Jimin and pull him back into the shadows of the car. We lean against each other in the corner, not daring to make a sound. Jimin hugs me and smashes his face into my chest. Now I'm the one to comfort him. I rub his back in hope that he will relax.
My heart beats faster as the sound grows louder, and it nearly stops when a car stops right by the train car door. Covering my dongsaeng as much as possible, I hold my breath. The car doors open and two men exit. Once I notice one is much shorter than the other, I sigh with relief. I pet Jimin's hair and tell him, "It's alright. They're our friends."
He looks up at me with the biggest puppy eyes I've ever seen before courageously glancing over at the car. He releases me and hurries to greet the two men. Taehyung meets his best friend halfway and the two share a tight hug.
Quickly walking up to Yoongi, I give him a smile before embracing him. "It's good to see you. I'm glad you're safe."
"You too, hyung," he mumbles into my shoulder. "Where's the other three?"
I frown. "Not back yet."
Taehyung, with an arm around Jimin's shoulders, says hopefully, "I'm sure they'll be here any second."
"Yeah," Yoongi agrees, though his tone doesn't have much confidence in it. "Any second."
The four of us huddle together in the corner of the train car. I lower myself to the floor slowly as to not worsen the pain. Jimin notices me wince, making him immediately shoot me a concerned gaze. "Jin-hyung, what's wrong?"
Holding a hand over my chest, I shake my head. "It's nothing. Just a scratch."
He nods firmly, remembering the large cut running diagonally over my chest. As Taehyung and I escaped, the wound reopened. Blood poured out so profusely that I had passed out and had to be carried out to the old train. There, Jimin tended to me as best he could with the few supplies he found on the abandoned train set.
We wait another seventeen minutes. We start discussing a plan for two of us to go and try to find them when we hear shouting from the distance. I push Jimin and Taehyung further into the corner and slowly peek out into the open.
I spot three figures. One is being carried on another's back. The third is running toward us at full speed, occasionally looking back to his friends. He's screaming something, something I can't quite make out.
He gets a few feet closer, and I recognize his loud and familiar voice. My eyes widen. "Hoseok," I mumble.
His words start to become more clear: "Start the car!"
Yoongi is already on his way to hop into the drivers seat. I whip around to the two younger men. "Go with Yoongi!" I yell before jumping off the train and running in the direction of Hoseok and the last two members. From far away behind them, I see lights moving, like flashlights being moved rapidly back and forth. They must be being chased. From this far away, I can't tell who's carrying who. I don't know which is worse: Namjoon being hurt or Jungkook being hurt. I can't handle either of them (or any of my members, for that matter) in pain.
As I close the distance, I find the one carrying the other to have a tall figure. Jungkook is tall, but he's not that tall.
I reach them and quickly help the maknae off Namjoon's back. Upon further inspection, my boyfriend looks like he might pass out at any time. I scoop up an unconscious Jungkook into my arms and look Namjoon in his tired eyes. "Baby, listen to me. You have to keep going. The second we get into that car you can sleep all you want. Understand?"
He nods, hunched over and breathing heavily.
"Then come on!" I run as fast as I can with carrying Jungkook's weight. Namjoon sticks by my side the way there, so physically drained that he can't go any faster.
Hoseok stands in the train car and takes Jungkook from me. As he takes the younger to the car, I turn to see a swaying Namjoon. Before he can tumble to the ground, I catch him and lead him to the others. The lights had gotten closer, and it's faint but I can hear yelling.
Hoseok gently sets the maknae down in the trunk before climbing in after him. He looks back and motions us to hurry. "Hyung, come on!"
I know all four of us can't fit back there. I help Namjoon to sit down before joining Taehyung in the back seat. "Go, go!" Hoseok pulls the trunk shut and Yoongi slams on the gas. Pebbles and dust kick up from the spinning tires as we race away down the field.
I turn in my seat to look into the trunk. I reach out and cup my boyfriend's cheek. "Joonie, hey." He leans into my touch and winces. "Tell me what's wrong. I'll help you."
Unable to open his eyes, he smiles. "I'm alright. I just...need to rest."
Taehyung glances back as well, gazing to his only dongsaeng in worry. "What happened to him?"
"On our way out, a man caught us off guard and hit him in the head with a board. Knocked the poor kid out."
"Is he going to be okay?"
Hoseok presses the back of his hand to Jungkook's forehead, making him moan a little. The older nods. "Yeah. He'll wake up when he wants to.
The overwhelming relief is enough to bring tears to my eyes.
When I snuffle, Namjoon forces his eyes open and immediately finds me. "Jin-hyung. Are you in any pain?"
I grin, tears falling from my eyes. "Not anymore."
Edit:
Hey, Readers! I forgot to add my author's note. Apologies.
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