"Ah!" I groaned in literal agony as Taehyung patched up my arm, he was a medical student and he knew what he was doing, but that didn't stop it from hurting like a fucking bitch.
It's been about an hour since everything went down, everyone was still terrified and a surprising amount of people completely fainted when they saw my arm. Can't blame them if course, my bone was sticking out.
"Jiminie, stop worrying it's fine." I say, my voice is strained and my face is probably red, I was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. All the more reason for Jimin to be convinced I was going to die. That's why he's sitting beside me literally in tears gripping onto my free hand while Taehyung worked.
Jimin sniffled and refused to look at me or the injury, I squeezed his hand lightly three times. One for each word.
We've done this since we were little, I was always the troubled child and had literally no idea on how to express my feelings and emotions. So I started squeezing his hand gently exactly three times whenever I wanted to tell him something.
"I. Love. You." One squeeze for each word, till this day I've never actually said it outloud.
Jimin finally looked up at me, his eyes were still teary but he wiped them away nodding, "I know..." he said softly, I smiled at him weakly, then Taehyung had to go and ruin it.
"I told you to relax every muscle in your body, even if it's the other hand you'll hurt this one. I'm honestly amazed you're even awake anymore." I roll my eyes at him, then looked at him closely, I always loved that little pout he makes whenever he was trying to concentrate on something. Of course I'm going to fuck with him.
"If you would just do your job correctly i-" I try to say but was cut off by him looking me dead in the eyeball, straight into my fucking soul and saying, "Do you want me to go with the other option and cut it straight off? Mm? I can do that if you really want." He says warningly, I quickly shake my head, "No no, we wouldn't want to ruin your beautiful work so far."
Taehyung glared at me, "That's what I thought." Then went back to stitching up the wound, "Did anybody actually see what it look like?" Someone asked, now that everything calmed down I had a chance to count everybody in the room, I counted exactly six people.
"No."
"Sorry."
"All I could see was dead bodies."
"I just ran away the moment I sensed danger."
"It has a tail, thats all I can remember."
"Frankly the only reason we can remember that is because it hit us into a wall with it."
Everyone stated, then they looked at Taehyung who was completely quiet while working, "Did you see anything? A basic description of what it looks like at least?" A tall, taned skin man asked, Taehyung shook his head, "All i know is that it's big. It's green and it's covered in some sort of substance, it came at me but it happened so quickly, I don't even remember what it sounds like..."
"it's okey, at least we're all safe and intact- oh- well, most of us are..." a pale and short dude said, I held back a laugh, "I'm intact, don't worry." I smile, as if I didn't just nearly lose an arm. I'd still have the other one anyway, wouldn't bother me too much.
"Speaking of, what even happened? Did that thing bite you or something?" Someone asked, "No, I think it was when we were barricading ourselves in, there's blood on one of the desks over there. He probably got cut by the broken metal." Someone said, pointing out a desk among all the other random shit barricading the doors still.
I nod, "I don't remember, I didn't even realize I was injured." I say, Jimin softly and slowly rested his head onto my shoulder, "I'm just glad you're okey." He whispered, playing with the tattoos on my arm. I very carefully kissed his forehead while the others discussed wether or not it was a good idea to open the doors.
"of course we have to! We need to get him to the hospital, or at least just med bay. Im literally sawing his arm back onto the rest of his body with a needle and thread I used to saw a hole in my pants." Taehyung said, glaring at everyone, "Yes, he's right." Jimin added, I quickly disagreed, "no, no it's really fine. Don't put you guys life endangered for- what? A band-aid?" I almost joke, but then quickly regretted it when Jimin glared at me.
"Are you fucking serious? You need medical attention, now!" He scolded, "Okey okey okey, whatever you want hyungie~" I say, clearly a bit afraid of him, "Good." He says sternly, when the doors were opened, we were all dumbfounded to see that there where no body's. No blood. No nothing. The only evidence that anything happened at all was the deserted hallways and the disgusting green slime everywhere.
"Did that thing.... did that thing eat..." I heard the tall guy say, "oh my god..." Taehyungie put his hand over his mouth, his eyes welling with tears, "They're all gone...." I say softly.
"We can't worry about that right now, come on. We need to get you to a hospital." Jimin said, he didn't even seem fazed by the fact that **everybody** we knew and loved is....
"Jiminie..." I say Jimin's name, for no specific reason, and he doesn't acknowledge it. He just starts walking out the exit, expecting me to follow him.
"Are you guys coming too?" I look back at the group, most of them nod their heads frantically, "Ain't no fucken way we're splitting up." One of them says, the rest all agree and start following Jimin but I can't bring myself to leaving. All my friends are....
"Jungkook.... we need to leave now, we can come back another day." Taehyung puts his hand on my shoulder, then lifted my arm and got underneath it to help me walk which was obviously difficult.
As we walk into the parking lot we noticed immediately it was exactly the same. Completely deserted and covered in disgusting green slime, I held back a sob seeing one of my best friends bike completely in shambles along with a few other cars.
"I should've... I should've waited...." I mumbled to myself, knowing full well my friends are all dead, "I should've saved them why- why didn't I save them?..." My face becomes stained with tears as I look around, "You couldn't have done anything to-" One of the students whom I still didn't know the name of said, but I cut him off, "I should've saved them! What the fuck is wrong with me?! I didn't even try-" I suddenly stop, staring at Jimin, "It's your fault.... it's all your fault!" I scream at him, "How the hell is it his fault?!" One of the strangers yelled, the same one that Jimin was clinging to, "If he wasn't so fucking useless and dumb I wouldn't have worried about keeping him alive-! You're so fucking useless you can't even defend yourself! If I wasn't- I could've fucking helped my friends!" I continue to yell at Jimin and blame him for everything while he just stayed silent looking down at the ground fiddling with his fingers.
"That's enough-" The guy said and pulled Jimin behind his back protectively, I scoff, "Yea, go ahead, go ahead and protect him. Make sure to keep count of how many people you love end up dead."
Without saying anything else I walked to my car which was luckily one that survived, "Jungkookie's just upset, you know how he gets." I could hear Taehyung saying softly into Jimin's ears, then I saw him coming towards me while the rest went to find their vehicles.
"It's your fault too." I say coldly, grabbing a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it while sitting in the passenger's seat with my legs out the car and the door wide open.
"I know." Taehyung said plainly, "If you weren't so fucking dumb you'd get somewhere in life." I say as cold as before, "I'm aware." He kept.... agreeing with me?...
"Your family's probably disappointed in you." I say hoping to get a reaction out of him, "Oh that's an understatement." He chuckles, the way he's not even defending himself is pissing me off.
"And that thing was probably after you trying to get rid of you." I keep on trying, hoping for at least a whiney little 'heyyyyy' that he always does, but nothing, all he does is chuckle once again saying, "That's a high possibility." I could physically feel a vein popping in my forehead, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you seriously believe all this your fault?!" I finally loose it and yell at him, he again keeps his cool, "Do you seriously believe it's all Jimin's fault?"
My eyes widen, realizing I just lost my cool on the most pathetic and self-conscious person I know, he probably believed every single thing I said to him.
I stay quiet as I stare at Taehyung, "I'll go get him so you can apologize." Taehyung smiles warmly at me, I look down to the ground absolutely mortified and ashamed of what I did, nodding at Taehyung then watched him get up from crouching down in front of me to go get Jimin.
I watched as he walked closer to Jimin who was still with that guy, I could feel myself getting more and more nervous while Jimin nods and looks over to me. My heart skipped a beat when he started walking towards my car.
He came over to me and stood completely quiet in front of me, without even trying to say anything I grab him by his hips and pull him towards my body. I'm still sitting down and he's standing up so when I pulled him in to hug him my face was by his stomach.
I of course took advantage of that and rubbed my face onto his abdominal, still not saying anything hoping my gesture would explain it.
I felt two tiny hands take a hold of my head and gently brush their fingers through my hair, "It's okey.... I understand..." Jimin whispers to me, brushing his hand through my hair.
I invulnerability start tearing up at the thought of what I said to him, "I'm so sorry... I had no right to-" I try to say, my face still buried in his stomach, "No, no jungkookie it's not your fault. I can't even imagine the pain you're feeling right now, it's not your fault..."
"that's no excuse, it really isn't hyung I should never have..." I look up at him, my face still close to stomach, "Please dont believe what I said.... I know you, you're probably already blaming yourself as it is dont- don't let my stupid words help with that.." I whisper, my hold on his waist getting tighter, "It's okey...." he whispered back to me, smiling softly.
I bury my face back into his stomach and start softly sobbing, finally being able to express my emotions not just through typical anger.
Jimin continued to brush his fingers through my hair as I sobbed into his stomach, the reality sinking in and completely breaking me.
"What about Yugyeom?..." I sob into his stomach, I could hear the others coming closer to us, "And Hobiseok too- they're all gone arent they?..." I look up at Jimin, my face is stained with tears, my voice is completely broken.
"They might have survived just like we did..." I hear someone say, I immediately turn my head them, I can't even manage any coherent words, I just let out a painful sob knowing full well that I'll never see my friends again.....
I feel someone put their hand on my shoulder, "Jungkook, is it? Is that your name?" He asked me, I nod, sniffling ad wiping my face, "I'm so sorry about your friends, Jungkook-ssi. But we really need to get you to a hospital..." He says, I completely snap slapping his hand off of my shoulder.
"I DONT FUCKING NEED A HOS- OW!" I yell at him at first, but then my arm moves too much and the stitches tear loose, without even thinking I grab onto Jimin's arm squeezing it tight, it was the first thing I could reach.
I know my grip is hurting him, but I'm in so much fucking pain that I can't let go.
"See? You need medical assistance, if we keep on leaving it the whole thing might fall off." Somebody says, I groan in pain squeezing my eyes shut and clenching my jaw, "Ngh-yea~" I basically moan the word 'yea', nodding my head.
"Come on." Taehyung says, he quickly gets into the driver's seat while Jimin helps me to sit inside the passenger's, then without any hesitation gets on my lap facing me with one leg on either side of my torso.
He cupped my cheeks and started whispering sweet praises to me, such as; "You're so brave." "You're doing good." "I'm so proud of you."
He gently pulls at my jaw, telling me to relax it. I once broke my leg and clenched my jaw so hard I cracked my back teeth, ever since whenever I got injured he would always whisper things to me to get me to calm down and relax my jaw so it doesn't happen again.
I could tell the other three were getting into the backseats while Taehyung started driving but I wasn't paying any attention, when I look out the window there was absolutely nothing. No one. Not a single soul.
Even when we got to the hospital, we were completely alone, "At least there's no queue." The pale short dude said jokingly, I could see the taller one scowl but I had to hold back a laugh. I guess some people can't handle dark humour.
"Let's go..." Taehyung said softly, I nodded while Jimin helped me out of the car and into the hospital. Same as before, absolutely deserted.
We looked around a little bit while heading to the emergency room, it seemed safe enough. Taehyung led me to a bed, "I don't really want to give you medicine for the pain... it'll make you loopy and out of it and I don't know when we have to run and be active, do you think you can hold it out?... what am I even saying?... of course you can't half your arm is cut off-" I could tell Taehyung was panicking, I quickly grabbed his face and made him look at me, "Medication is for the weak." I joke, I know for a fact this is gonna hurt like bitch but he's right, you never know when you have to be fully awake and conscious, I'd rather stick with the pain right now then die because I can't keep up.
I see him relax slightly, i think hearing me joke around being playful made him realize I'm not some wussy that can't handle a little pain. He nodded, "I'm so sorry for this... but it's going to hurt.." He warned me, I nod smirking, "I'll probably be into it~" I continue joking.
He rolls his eyes at me, then gets his shit ready to treat the wound- or what's left of my arm.
"Jiminie, go with- oh, what's you guys' names by the way?" I look at them, then they all say their names one by one.
"Kim Namjoon."
"Kim seokjin."
"Min Yoongi."
I nod, "Jimin, go with them to see if anybody's here, and maybe get me some food?" I say, he immediately shakes his head, "No, I'm staying here with you."
I look over to Namjoon, the guy Jimin seems so fond of with pleading eyes, I really don't want Jimin to see this. I made that clear with the look I was giving him.
"Come on, he's going to be fine, let's go we might need you." Namjoon says, Jimin eventually agrees after a few more words of encouragement from Yoongi and Seokjin. I look at them gratefully, and they all give me an understanding look.
Before they left I grabbed Namjoon's arm, "One fucking scratch on that body and I swear to the god I dont believe in I'll kill you myself. With or without this stupid arm." I warn him in a whisper, my voice is cold and threatening. He's clearly a little scared as he nods, "Not one hair on his body." He says, I reluctantly let go of his arm and allow him to leave with the rest, Jimin looks at me confused clearly having not heard the death threat. But he nonetheless followed the three of them, I look back at Taehyung.
"You really do love him don't you?" He smiles at me, I scoff looking away, I hear Taehyung sigh then start his treatment.
I groan in pain, without warning Taehyung grabbed my mouth and forced it open, then stuffed some bandages inside of it to keep me from biting my tongue off. Back to being his annoying self.
I glare at him angrily, but understood why he did it. And all he did was plainly worked on my arm while I moaned and groaned in pain, no longer able to contain my voice as my mouth was being forced open by the bandages.
Luckily it wasn't too loud and could pass as soft groans