QUIRKS | a BTS fanfiction

Episode 43: Adults tell me that hardships are only momentary.

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Jungkook and the rest of BTS all get to the Third Task. Jungkook decides that he can't talk to the boys, ready to return back to his safe place after the Third Task. How things were meant to be when he first joined Bangtan High. The lonely kid. The victim of bullying. He'll stay in the shadows like he's always done. 

Just after the Third Task...

Jimin hadn't known how hard he hit the ground, but he could tell it had done a lot of damage though. His head was aching like it had been run over by a bus and everything in him was ordering him to lie down. So he did; his eyes were misty and teary, looking blurry through the stale images of a long and winding alleyway, almost cut off from the world. He closed his eyes for a second, which turned into a minute and tried to regulate his breathing.

The younger felt his lips quiver subconsciously and could almost feel the sting of his nose fighting against the cold. Exposure against the winds and icy temperature was probably the only thing keeping him awake from passing out. He did want to though. The other members would get the trophy, they would be fine and they would win. Even if they didn't win, it's not like Jimin could help anyway. He was too tired, too mentally exhausted. Events from last night flashed through his mind, Jungkook and his subconscious, Yoongi and the older willing to leave the bash if it made him uncomfortable, Taehyung and Hoseok almost getting themselves killed for a prank.

It was all too much.

Suddenly, but not unwelcome, the younger felt uncomfortable. Like when you lie down and your arm brushes against something sticky on the ground. It's probably a spilled drink, not so bad but not good enough that you'd continue to want to lie down. Except this was by his temple and it was wet. Jimin rolled onto his back and looked up at the dark sky- he swore it was morning when he got transported? His eyes scanned the edge of a tall wall, too steep to climb and when he touched it, too cold to handle. He lifted a hand and pressed a finger against his temple, gasping as pain flared white and hot against the skin. When he lifted his hand back to look at his finger, the boy was met with blood.

Jimin felt a tear slip from the corner of his eye, his vision slowly dying out. He closed his eyes and let his hand slump out beside him. Jimin lay on the dirt, unconscious and hurt. But not too hurt where it as critical, not hurt enough that he would be teleported back into the stadium's med bay.

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Yoongi rolled on the ground before his side banged into the outer edge of the corner of one of the walls. His side flared with pain but he gritted his teeth and stood up quickly, getting to his feet and looking around at his surroundings. His eyes took a second to adjust to the blurriness... he had lost his glasses. The pyromaniac grunted and fell to his knees, searching left and right for his only pair of vision. He had a goal, find another member of BTS and then go from there. That was Namjoon's last word to him when they all got transported.

Yoongi wiped his glasses free of dirt and placed them on his face. His left side was cracked in the middle but he was still able to look through them so he was fine. The boy looked around at his surroundings, immediately realising that he was in a maze. Almost resentment at MR Baxter remained when he realised what a sick joke this was. The first thing Yoongi noticed was the camera in the corner of the wall, probably there to mock him. Or watch what was going on, but Yoongi couldn't care less.

He gave them the finger and started to run, in which direction, he didn't know. But he just decided that winging it for now was the best option. He held his side which was still aching at the force in which he fell and landed but he couldn't really do much about it.