BTS 8th Member

Manager finale

--- Yoongi's POV

Jin hyung, Namjoon, Jimin and I climb into the car hastily. Jin hyung driving, me in the passenger seat next to him, and the other two in the back. The atmosphere in the car was heavy, you could almost feel the air weighing down on our shoulders as we sat in a tense silence for a while.

"I'm sure they're fine." Namjoon speaks up, "I mean if this was Ara's friend then I don't see why anyone would be in any sort of trouble." My mind almost hums with the plethora of thoughts and concerns circling in it. "They haven't moved in the 15 minutes we've been in this car." I reply steadily, " They've been in the middle of nowhere, on a road, not moving, for 15 minutes. The GPS doesn't say anything about traffic on that road yet they're just in the middle of the road." My voice starts to rise, "If Jungkook and Y/N were absolute fine, then why aren't they moving? Why can't they just FUCKING MOVE-" Jin hyung cuts me off by placing his hand gently on my shoulder causing me to look at him and stop talking. The car has stopped at a red light so he looks at me with an earnest expression, one holding pain, meaning and comfort. "No matter what state they might be in right now, we'll be with them soon, okay?" I look down feeling defeated and slowly nod my head. "Okay?" Jin hyung looks at the other two in the back, who just respond with a small quiet "yes."

---time skip

"Take the next left hyung." I tell Jin looking up from the GPS on my phone. "Now we just follow this road and they should be along here." 

The car softly turns around the corner and my eyes dart rapidly, looking outside the misty windows. The air was tense with trepidation, dreading whatever scene we await to unfold before us. We see the a large drop along the right side of the car, I gulp heavily, an uncomfortable feeling building in my stomach and my throat. I decide to look ahead, out of the windshield. 

After about 5 minutes, we continue winding up this road, every second allowing us to get closer to the two youngest members. We come up to a hairpin bend, the car swinging to the left. I hear Jin inhale suddenly and quickly. I look at him, unable to see what he does as he is on the outside of the corner. I hear a quiet "Oh my god." from behind me and I snap my gaze back to the front and feel my face drop and the air get knocked out of me. My lungs like hollow sandbags and my body frozen as if I were an ancient stone statue, simply observing the scene in front of me. The car doors quickly opened and shut and I saw three figures run forwards, into my vision. Inside, I was screaming at myself to move, to do something... anything. "HYUNG!" I hear Jimin's voice scream at me, the sound distant but his expression of fear and torment clear as day. "HYUNG!" he screams at me a second time but this time I snap out of the agonising state I found myself in. With trembling hands, I fumbled with my seatbelt and car handle, shoving the door open with my shoulder and running on quivering knees towards the others.

The car's front right side was bashed in from the uneven rock-wall it had crashed into at an angle. The metal almost looked like rippled water, exposing the smoking, blackened engine inside. The windshield had a large gaping hole in the left-hand side, a spider-web of cracks glistened in the sunlight. A scarlet-red, thick liquid contrasted against the transparent glass it oozed down. 

I rushed to the driver's side, standing next to Jimin, trying to help him open the warped door. My muscles strained as I yanked on the handle repetitively, only when the door finally opened did I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

Jungkook's limp body fell into my chest, his head down, dark hair covering his face. Jimin helped me hold his shoulders and position him so that he was leaning back into the chair. His head tilted back allowing us to see the red scratches marking various places from his neck up, the blood that slowly trickled from a gash in his forehead, down the side of his face.