A/N: Hey guys! Hope all is well, and that you are mentally, physically, emotionally, happy and well. I know someone out there needs this, so let me remind you.
One's perception of you does not matter, the way you see yourself matters. You matter.
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RM's face was hanging to the right with his hands on either side of his body. Mr. Shin's son's body was still on top of the leader's, with his head blown clear off of his body. Blood sprouted like a geyser and shot at RM and his surroundings. The scene was horrific.
The BTS members lay in various positions amongst the sand dunes and injuries, their bodies severely beaten to the point where they were indistinguishable.
Jungkook woke up to a constant piercing ringing within his ears. His eyes crusted up from the sand surrounding him and he tilted his face to the sun. His insides felt as if he had been beaten up to the brink of death and brought to life once again to draw his suffering out. He wiggled his fingertips to see if they were still intact, he then willed himself to bend at the torso.
Jungkook clenched his eyes shut at the pain and sat upright. His jeans were torn all the way up to his thighs. His blades were gone and clearly used to injure him. Slashes littered his legs, and areas that weren't cut were blossoming an angry purple and red color.
The man's head spun resulting in him groaning and clutching his head. He felt around his scalp only to be aware of a tender spot. His fingers traced the spot and winced when he applied pressure. In return, his fingers were stained with a sticky substance. When the member looked downwards he noticed the blood.
Jungkook exhaled.
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He willed himself to get up. He screeched and felt a tight pulling sensation at his stomach. He didn't have time for this shit, he had to check for his brothers.
Jungkook turned around and looked at his brothers amongst the dunes. Jimin was lying face first, Jin had a needle protruding from his neck, Suga lay clutching his stomach with eyes tightly closed, JHope was bleeding profusely from his arm Taehyung was enveloped with blood, and RM lay with a half obliterated body hanging over him.
Mr. Shin's shoes were the only thing s that remained. The man was blown into bits. There was no EXO in his peripheral vision. Those fuckers probably escaped, the man thought to himself.
Jungkook winced at the scene in front of him, he had seen a lot of fucked up shit in his life, from his mother's death to his father's abuse but this type of pain resonated at a different level. His brothers were in pain and it was his job to relieve their pain the way they had done for him. Despite the pain shooting with every step the man took, he looked at RM and slipped RM's body from underneath the satanic being and carried him on his back to the van.
He laid the body of the leader in the back seat and panted for his breath. Jungkook placed his finger in front of the leader's nose and prayed when he felt a warm gush of air.
Blood leaked from Jungkook's cuts. Jungkook got up once more and picked Jimin up with his hands and cradled his body like a child's. He placed Jimin's head upon RM's shoulder.
Jungkook ran back and stopped midway by the burning situation blooming once again in the pits of his stomach. His legs trembled, to which he ignored. He ran back into the sandy hell to retrieve his elder, Jin. He removed the needle from his needle and pocketed it, he needed to know what he was injected with. The younger struggled with his elder's body as it was as tall as his.
