Last Girl Alive | Bangtan

82: Insomnia

When you finally roll off this lion-like creature's back you can hardly stand. Your legs are wobbly and stressed form holding on so tight and your are utterly, completely, absolutely fatigued. Your eyes are heavy and dripping with weight, hair blown out from the wind. You look like a nomad, a refugee who has seen too much in life and in many ways you had to suppose that that was true.

You can hardly make out your surroundings. You see the boys slowly surround you, climbing off their own creatures and huddling together in front of what seemed like a small lodging with two floors. You supposed it was some sort of cabin at the side of the woods that would theoretically give tourists forest trails or midnight walks and those type of exciting adventure activities. It was fairly simple, built mostly out of wood. But right now, be it a cave be it a five star hotel you did not care in the least. As long as you were far, far away from anything that could ever harm you again or perturb your rest you weren't going to complain.

You hear people murmur, the sound of thudding feet. Like a zombie you walk senselessly towards the lodging pushing open the door and moving down the hall. It was dark but no night was scarier than what you had just witnessed. You feel the boys move about beside you, hardly acknowledging their presence. However a large arm grabs you by the shoulder, jerking you awake.

"Y/N," you hear Jin's voice hiss. You flutter your eyes wider open as you the blurry figure of Seokjin comes into view. "Here, can you hold Jimin for a bit? I'm going to check on the others." You feel a body pushed into yours. Flimsily, Jimin shifts his weight from Jin to you at once. Hardly noticing the difference, he immediately rests against you, arms going round your shoulders to hold himself as his head rests in the crook of your neck. You stumble backwards a bit with the sudden, unexpected weight, arm going round Jimin at once.

"He's fine now," Jin assures you. "I checked his throat. Get him some water perhaps? Then take good rest, the both of you. Got it?"

You nod slowly, pouting a little as you repeat his commands in your head.  Your eyes pick out the sofa; you're so tempted to just  collapse right onto it. The soft, cushiony surface of the couch pillows is heaven's greatest bliss. But no, Jimin came first.

You pull him along with you down the first corridor, pushing open the nearest door. He walks slowly and weakly beside you, resting almost all of his body weight onto you. It was a struggle for sure, the man was basically your height and built with more muscle as well. You move towards the best, laying him down. You turn to leave but seeing him trashed horizontally over the bed makes you hesitate. Moving back toward shim, you pull his feet up and flip open the blanket. However, just as you're about to pull it over him he catches the covers with his hands, pulling them down to look at you.

"Jimin," You say softly. You blink down at his shadowy figure, as you rest a hand on his chest. "Are you okay?"

"Me?" He replies back, as if a little surprised. You feel relieved to hear his voice come out smoothly as normal. A hand runs over his throat as he smiles a little reassuredly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Jin hyung..." he trails off not knowing how to put it correctly. "He really works wonders. I don't feel a thing. I'm just...exhausted."

He looks at you fondly. "You look sleepy, Y/N." He shifts to the side patting the empty space beside him and a small smile trespasses your face at that gesture. He really was the same Park Jimin, no matter what happened.

"Not really," you reply, accepting his offer as you sit down. You didn't want to leave just yet. It had been a very traumatic day. You'd almost drowned, almost been burned alive and on top of it you'd been saved by some very frightening looking beasts. Sure, you were exhausted and sleep couldn't be a better option for you but in reality you were terrified to close your eyes and lie here alone. No...somehow you couldn't sleep. It was like jet lag.