Rare

8th part

As he felt himself regain consciousness a heavy dizziness flooded over Yoongi, forcing him to stay glued to the floor beneath him. His head felt light, light to the point that it no longer felt like it was attached to the rest of his numb body. Because that's exactly what the hard surface he was forced to stay on seemed to do to his body. He was numb to the point where he felt nothing but the painful burn in his lungs. There also seemed to be an everlasting, high pitched ringing in his ears that refused to stop no matter how loud the constant rattling sound surrounding him was. In Yoongi's opinion though, the worst part of this situation would be that was that it was cold. The only thing accompanying him in the deep darkness from behind his closed eyes, was a  piercing cold that was penetrating through his skin and into his bones without his consent. Like it was another all too familiar bullet shot towards him at a high speed, the only motive being to cause him pain and misery

He threw his arms around his body as a reflex to the harsh shiver that forced its way through him due to, what he would assume, was a gust of wind. His body was shaking intensely, his teeth were rattling and the echo of the sound barely made it's way through the sound of the constant beeping that filled his head. At this moment, he most of all wanted to open his eyes, to confront the wind and ask it what it's problem was for waking him from his deep and comfortable slumber. Instead his eyes were shut close, heavy, refusing to open. His eyelids felt like they weighed a ton and he didn't fully have the needed strength to open them.

From the tickling, barley there feeling of fabric against his numb body, he could make out that there was a thin oversized shirt covering his upper body. It seemed to reach to about his mid thigh, but below the that point there was nothing and the breeze hit his lower body with a yet another painful gust.

Finally, Yoongi mustered the strength to peel his eyes open to a squint. It was a struggle, like his eyes had been stapled shut and had not been allowed to see the world in years. With the determination of getting to get to see the source of the freezing draft surrounding him, he forced his eyes to stay in the tight squint despite the effort and energy it took to maintain.

Unfortunately the squint did nothing, and whatever room he was in continued to stay in it's blurry and dark nothingness. After a while of plainly staring into the empty black void surrounding him, the ringing in his ears seemed to subdue slightly. With that another sound replaced it and he could make out a faint rumbling sound that, even though it was not very loud, seemed to come from somewhere close. Slowly he reached his hand out to see if the source of it was hidden somewhere in the deep darkness in front of him, but his motion was cut short by a harsh shake. The sudden shake slung his body forward and into something cold and hard, almost feeling like some kind of metal pole. He felt a sudden nausea force itself upon him as an after effect of the action and before he could further register the situation, every muscle in his body tensed as he released a loud retch and threw up. It had been a while since he ate, and because of that only stomach acid and bile was released. This fact didn't make the burn of the acid in his throat as it made its way up, any less painful though. A low, pained whimper filled the small space and Yoongi felt a slight tear prickling in the corner of his eye. He didn't want to cry, but everything was just so overwhelming and his inner omega felt like it was dying. He was scared, he missed his brothers, he was in pain and he was cold. Almost as if a truck containing all his emotions just crashed and left him an overemotional mess, the tears cascaded down his cheeks faster as he cried.

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Out of the three of them, Jimin had been the lucky one. He wasn't feeling good, not at all. It was freezing cold, his clothes that were now wet from snow and were clinging to his body, felt like they were trying to steal all his remaining bodyheat from himself. He was lightheaded and dizzy, and the whole world, except the stars reflected in the bright snow, seemed to be a blur of nothingness. He carefully looked over to his arm, the blood from his wound had started gushing again out through the fabric used to bandage it. This wasn't good.