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Min Yoongi woke up in a place that was almost certainly not his bed.
Now, it wasn’t as if this was an uncommon occurrence. The life of an idol meant that falling asleep in places that weren’t your own bed was commonplace. Yoongi, in particular, was known for his ability to sleep wherever, whenever.
This was different.
He could hear the buzzing of insects, leaves rustling high above his head, a loud whirring that sounded like an engine. And screaming. Somebody was screaming.
He was almost certain that he had fallen asleep on the plane, so how was it that he had woken up outside of it?
The screaming stopped momentarily, then started up again. There was something so familiar about the screams, he felt as though he knew who it was but couldn’t quite remember.
Yoongi decided he should open his eyes.
He opened his eyes, and saw hell.
He was seated where he had been originally, Row 3 Seat 3. To his right was the seat where his backpack had been. Must’ve slipped under the seat. He looked to the floor to see if he could spot his bag, but realized that there was no floor to look at.
The floor under him, and the entire left side of the plane were missing.
All he could see were trees.
He tried to get up, but realized his seatbelt was still strapping him in. He made to unbuckle it with both hands, but his shoulder flared in agony.
“Ah!” He instinctively made a noise at the sudden pain.
He looked down at his left arm, and felt sick to his stomach.
His shoulder was twisted forwards, unnaturally so. A broken piece of his seat was lodged into the muscle underneath his shoulder blade. Blood ran down the back of his arm in dried rivulets. His hand was dark purple, his pinky and ring finger both bent completely backwards, trapped underneath the seatbelt. His thumb also looked broken, the knuckle concaved and his nail missing.
Yoongi wondered why he didn’t feel any pain.
The screaming interrupted his thoughts.
Why was that voice so familiar?
Yoongi looked back to his right side, looking for his members.
The plane had crashed.
And he was alone.
“Namjoon-ah!” Yoongi called, knowing the younger had been seated directly in front of him. “Hyungnim!” He called again, remembering that their manager, Seijin, had been seated next to Namjoon.
He received no response.
He needed to find them.
Deciding to ignore his injured arm for now, Yoongi undid his seatbelt with just his right hand. He could already feel his hips bruising from where the seatbelt had held him tight. He figured that it had probably saved his life.
His feet were dangling over forest floor. Carefully, he removed the section of plastic seat that had been lodged in his shoulder, and hopped out of the chair.
“Fuck.” He hissed, pain quickly engulfing his arm. He cradled his injured shoulder.
Looking around, it seemed as though the left side of the plane had been completely torn off. He took a few shaky steps away from the wreckage in order to get a better view.
This was crazy.
They had been on their way to L.A to promote there for a couple weeks. They had taken a private flight, with only enough space for them and their managers to fit on board.
Yoongi looked at the seats that remained intact. He could now see the part of his seat that had been broken and was covered in his blood. There was no sign of his bag, which had been in the seat next to him. The two seats behind his own had also been used for storing the other members luggage. Those, he saw, were still there.
The back of the plane was missing. He could see a valley of black, broken trees and smoke where the plane had obviously crash landed. The air smelled of plane fuel, smoke, and burning flesh. Yoongi felt his stomach roll.
Yoongi turned, and took a few steps toward the front of the plane. Namjoon wasn’t in his seat, but his manager was.
“Hyungnim!” Yoongi called, rushing over to assess his managers situation.
The older man was unconscious, but as Yoongi watched, he saw his broad chest rise and fall evenly. He was alive. His glasses were broken, and his face was scratched from the pieces of glass. Yoongi shakily removed a piece of glass embedded just below his eyebrow. He wiped the blood away with his thumb.
“Seijin!” Yoongi tried again, shaking the managers shoulder to try and rouse him. No such luck.
He looked around desperately, searching for anyone else.
“Wake up! Please!” He tried again, even daring to give his manager’s face a few quick slaps. No response.
Yoongi tried to calm his breathing. It would do no good to work himself into a panic attack right now. Seijin was breathing and had no noticeable injuries besides those on his face.
He had to find the others.
He reached for his phone, which was in his back pocket. The screen was shattered, but it miraculously still turned on. He cursed under his breath when he saw the battery was halfway empty, but at least it still worked for now.
There was no service.
Of course there wasn’t.
He was in the middle of some random forest in some random country, of course he didn’t have service.
Yoongi breathed deeply again to calm himself, wincing at the pain that was still pulsing in his shoulder.
He kicked the front of Namjoon’s seat angrily and let out a shout.
“Is- Is someone back there?” A female voice called out from the front of the plane.
Yoongi looked. The floor of the plane was still attached to the wall dividing the cockpit from the cabin.
The pilot?
Yoongi walked over to the floor, which was wedged into the dirt ground at an angle just above his knees and emitting sparks. He warily avoided the torn wires and broken machinery. Yoongi climbed up, trying to avoid putting pressure on his left arm in the process. He stood up and opened the door to the cockpit.
The nose of the plane seemed surprisingly intact.
The front windows were cracked, and the control board seemed to have collapsed, but the walls and floor were still there, which was more than what could be said about the area which Yoongi had come from.
“Hello?” Yoongi called out. “Is someone there?”
“Oh my God! I’m here! Please, get me out!”
The voice came from the pilot’s seat. Yoongi looked over to the adjacent seat, and his stomach rolled again at the sight of the copilot. Blood and vomit ran down the man’s chin, his eyes were rolled back in his head.
Yoongi had never seen a dead body before.
“Hello? Are you still there?”
Yoongi forced the image out of his mind and walked over to where the voice was coming from.
The pilot was a short, squat woman. Her black hair that had obviously once been neatly pulled back into a bun was now a mess. She was crying, and her legs disappeared under the control board.
“Are you… the pilot?” Yoongi asked.
The woman nodded frantically. “I am, oh my God I am. My name is Ha Jisoo. I need… I can’t feel my legs. Are they… can you tell me if they’re still there?”
Yoongi swallowed through the lump in his throat and nodded mechanically. He crouched down to try and get a look under the control board.
His mouth filled with bile at the sight. He swallowed it roughly back down.
Her legs were mangled. Only one was still attached, the other was separated just above the knee. The blood made it hard to see, but it was obvious to Yoongi that if this woman made it out alive she would never walk again.
“Well? What do you see? Are they still there? God I can’t feel them at all.” Jisoo began to panic.
Yoongi stood up, surprised that his legs could still support his weight. He felt a bit faint.
The pilot looked at him with watery eyes, “Please tell me they’re still there, I have two daughters at home, I need my legs.”
Yoongi exhaled shakily, and nodded. “They’re there. They look... fine. I’m sure the… weight… is just making it so you can’t feel them.”
She sighed in relief. A hand over her heart. “Thank you.”
Yoongi blankly looked around the cockpit, still feeling faint. “Are we… are we going to be rescued?”
This was insanity.
Jisoo looked at Yoongi, an emotion in her eyes that he couldn’t identify.
“I don’t know.”
Yoongi looked at her for a few more seconds, then turned and left. He paused in front of the cabinet in the hall that was still intact. Amidst the clutter inside, he found two orange blankets, a tool box, a first aid kit, and a flare gun.
He decided to leave the blankets and tool box, for now, he could grab them later. He pocketed the gun and grabbed the first aid kit.
He needed to find his members.
He figured the screaming he’d been hearing since he woke up would be a good place to start. He took off in the direction of the wails, injured arm pressed tightly to his chest. He jogged through the forest for what he assumed to be about five minutes before he needed to rest. He squatted down and put his head between his knees, trying to calm his breathing.
The forest seemed endless, his surroundings unfamiliar. As he ran he passed by pieces of metal larger than himself, broken trees, a plane seat, puddles of fuel... His mind couldn’t process what was happening. A plane crash… wasn’t this the kind of thing that happened in movies only?
The screaming grew closer. Through the branches Yoongi could make out a fallen tree. From the looks of it, most of the left wing of the plane had detached and collided with the huge tree and knocked it over.
Another scream.
Why was it so familiar?
Yoongi felt dizzy. What was happening? Who was it?
The scream got louder.
Memories of laughter, bright smiles, goofy dancing.
The screaming turned to wailing.
Sparkly coats, jazz hands, a flower costume.
Harsh sobs cut through the wails.
Hilarious duets, jumping hugs, sunshine.
“S-someone please! It hurts! I need- someone please!”
Hoseok. The screaming was Hoseok.
Yoongi’s legs moved before his brain caught up to what he was hearing.
It all made sense now, the reason the screams sounded familiar. It was Hoseok. Yoongi had only ever heard screams of fright or laughter from the younger boy.
He’d never heard the younger sound like this before.
Yoongi jumped over the winding branches of the fallen tree, he used his good hand to propel himself over the trunk and-
Oh god.
Hoseok was lying on the ground, clutching his leg tightly. The hair that wasn’t matted to his forehead with blood was messy and full of twigs. The coat the boy was wearing was ripped, partially trapped under the weight of the fallen tree.
Yoongi found his eyes drawn to the part that stood out the most. His leg.
Trapped underneath a heavy branch, Hoseok’s right leg was clearly broken. It was twisted unnaturally to the side, the hands that were holding it were covered in blood.
Yoongi took a step towards his bandmate. “H- Hoseokie?”
Hoseok’s head whipped towards Yoongi. “Yoongi?” He said weakly, relief evident in his eyes.
“Oh God.” Yoongi gulped, then rushed over to his friend, wrapping him in a tight hug. Hoseok immediately pressed his face into Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi held the younger for a moment, saying nothing as he felt his shirt grow damp.
Hoseok sniffed one more time, before leaning back and looking at Yoongi. “Hyung, my leg- “
Yoongi looked, and resisted the urge to vomit for the fourth time that day.
It was worse from up close, and Yoongi felt his blood run cold at the sight of white bone peeking through the blood.
“Hobi.. I can, I can see- “
“I know hyung.” Hoseok interrupted, voice watery. “I see it too.”
Yoongi gulped, fear clouding his mind.
“What… What the hell happened?” Yoongi asked hesitantly. “I don’t remember anything, I fell asleep in the air and woke up on the ground.”
Hoseok exhaled shakily through his mouth. “It was terrifying hyung. You’re lucky you were asleep.”
Yoongi felt oddly guilty, but said nothing as to not interrupt the younger.
“Everything was fine ya’ know?” Hoseok continued, tears marring his voice. “But then suddenly, the lights in the plane all flickered, and then suddenly it felt like we were falling. I had a window seat and I, I remember seeing sky one second and trees the next.”
Tears trailed lazily down Hoseok’s face, Yoongi remained silent, gently wiping them off the younger’s cheeks.
“Hobeom manager-nim was holding onto me… I heard Jin-hyung screaming from in front of me.” A shaky breath. “I saw… Jiminie and Tae get sucked out the back… And then I heard a crack and suddenly Manager-nim wasn’t holding my arm anymore. The wind was so loud in my ears hyung…. I fell. It was only a few seconds…I- I hit a tree I think. It broke my fall.”
Hoseok looked down at his leg. “Wasn’t the only thing it broke.”
Yoongi felt sick once more. He got to his feet shakily, managed to get a few steps away from Hoseok before vomiting all over the forest floor.
He squeezed his eyes shut. How was this real? How was any of this real?
“H- hyung?”
Yoongi took a deep breath, turning back to face the younger member.
“I’m okay Hoseokie... it’s just, a lot.”
“I know…” Hoseok winced, the pain drawing his attention back to his leg.
Yoongi suddenly remembered the first aid kit he’d found in the cockpit. He quickly removed the strap from across his chest and began to rummage through its contents. Hoseok watched silently, panting quietly in pain.
Yoongi grabbed a small plastic wrapped ball of bandages, he went to tear the plastic, but remembered his injury too late.
“Ah!” He yelped in pain as he moved his shoulder.
“Hyung?” Hoseok asked, immediately more alert. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Yoongi nodded weakly. “My shoulder, and my hand, see?”
He held up his hand gently, broken fingers on display.
Hoseok’s mouth tightened. His expression turned stormy. Sorrow to rage. He made a fist with his hand and hit the forest floor with all his might.
“Damn it!”
Yoongi pursed his lips. “Hobi, calm down.”
“I can’t! What the hell? Why is this happening to us?” Hoseok shouted, frustration and tears leaking through his words. As angry as he tried to sound, all Yoongi could hear was fear.
Yoongi had no response, he felt the same way as Hoseok did. But he was the older one, he had to take responsibility. And besides, they had five more members to find, as well as their other manager.
“Hobi, I need you to calm down, at this rate you’re going to injure yourself even more.”
Hoseok hiccuped, lips drawn tight, but settled down. Yoongi passed him the plastic bag of bandages, which the younger opened without difficulty.
“Okay, so I’m pretty sure for broken bones you need to like, set it.”
Hoseok looked wary, “Like in movies? With a wooden plank?”
Yoongi frowned, lips forming a pout as he looked around the area. “Well maybe not wood…” He spotted the back of one of the seats that had once been in the plane. Trying to ignore the implications of a plane seat being this far away from the wreck and what it meant for the other missing members, Yoongi walked over and grabbed the flat piece of thick plastic.
“Here! Let’s try this Hobi.”
Hoseok looked pained at the thought of moving his leg, but nodded reluctantly. Yoongi grabbed hold of the seat, and dragged it back over to where Hoseok was seated. Rummaging back through the first aid kit, Yoongi found a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He looked at the bottle in his hand, and then at Hoseok’s bare bone peeking through his leg.
Putting this shit on scrapes hurt, how the hell was he supposed to pour this into Hoseok’s leg?
Hoseok seemed to agree with Yoongi’s unspoken thoughts, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head towards the sky.
“Just get it over with hyung, please.”
Yoongi swallowed, then nodded. He scooted closer to where Hoseok’s leg was, unscrewed the lid of the bottle, peeled the tab off, then carefully poured it over the long wound.
Hoseok’s scream was the worst thing he’d ever heard in his entire life.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” Yoongi muttered under his breath, working as quickly as possible. He grabbed the bandages, positioned the leg on top of the seat, and began to wrap.
Hoseok stopped screaming. Yoongi looked over in worry, only to find his friend unconscious.
‘He must have passed out from the pain…’ Yoongi thought to himself.
He took a breath, trying not to gag at the thick smell of blood, then finished wrapping Hoseok’s leg.
Looking up at the sky, Yoongi was thankful that there was still sunlight. But by the looks of the sun, there wouldn’t be for much longer. Thinking fast, Yoongi reasoned that their best bet would be to return to the plane. He knew he’d left behind the emergency blankets he’d found, and that there might be some sort of flashlight or lantern that he’d missed.
He looked at Hoseok’s prone body, and sighed. Well, at least he wasn’t awake for this.
Yoongi grabbed hold underneath the younger boy’s shoulders, ignoring the now-familiar jolt of pain in his own, and began to drag Hoseok back in the direction he’s come from.
He no longer had any hands free, and the number of bugs biting at his cheeks and arms was worrying. He shouted out a stream of expletives at the bugs, not caring that they couldn’t shout back.
His back was killing him, his shoulder felt dislocated at this point, his fingers were burning, and his legs were aching. But Yoongi kept himself moving by sheer force of will.
He’d made it this far in life. God damn it if he wasn’t going to make it out of this too.
Finally, he made it back to the wreckage. The clearing was lit by a small fire near the edge of the wreck that still hadn’t gone out. It was, thankfully, far enough away that Yoongi wasn’t worried about it causing any damage.
He dragged Hoseok over to the side of the plane, arranging the few luggage bags he could find into a makeshift bed to lay the other member on.
Once Hoseok was positioned on the bags’ Yoongi sat heavily on the ground next to the dancer. He let his head thump backwards against the side of the plane. He took a few minutes to catch his breath and wipe the sweat off his brow.
“Unngh…”
Hoseok stirred, but did not wake.
Yoongi felt a wave of relief wash over him. He wasn’t dead. He hadn’t killed him.
Sitting in the wake of the wreckage with only Hoseok’s silent body to keep him company, Yoongi found himself crushed with the weight of a familiar feeling.
Loneliness.
A feeling he’d felt many times in his life. In his recording studio, in interviews, sometimes even in the dorm surrounded by members. Loneliness was a constant in Yoongi’s life, and he was almost grateful that it was there for him now. While not a good feeling, it was at least familiar, and in such an unfamiliar situation Yoongi decided to take what he could get.
He was pretty sure the sun was setting. It had disappeared behind the tops of the trees, leaving only pastel-coloured clouds in its wake.
Yoongi watched as a bird landed on a piece of plane wreckage near him. It twittered about, pecking once on the hard metal and frightening itself with the noise that ensued. It quickly flew away, off to do something else.
He was trapped here.
He hadn’t quite thought about it yet, but there was a very real possibility that no one would be able to find them out here. Yoongi felt himself begin to panic, but almost felt as though it was justified.
He was trapped here.
He was trapped.
Trapped.
His vision became blurry. He heard a ringing in his ears. He was freezing, but clammy from sweat.
What if no one rescued them?
What if no one came?
“Yoongi-hyung!”
Suddenly, Yoongi felt himself wrapped in a tight hug. His sight was blinded by black fabric; someone’s shoulder. He hugged them back, he’d recognize that voice anywhere.
Jungkook?
“Yoongi-hyung, breathe with me okay?’ Jungkook quickly instructed, recognizing the panic attack almost immediately. He remained in firm contact with the older member, hands gripping his thin shoulder tightly enough to ground him.
Minutes passed before the older was able to match the younger’s breathing, but it happened.
Jungkook smiled weakly at his hyung, before averting his eyes to the body lying next to him. Fear spread across his handsome features, a look that Yoongi hardly ever saw on the youngest member.
“Is Hoseokie-hyung…?”
“He’s alright.” Yoongi said, “But his leg’s fucked, he passed out when I wrapped it.”
Jungkook’s eyes traveled down Hoseok’s body, taking in what he was seeing. He swore softly at the sight of his leg.
Yoongi swore in agreement, emphatic. They both giggled a bit hysterically at the absurdity of the situation, choosing to ignore how crazy they sounded.
Jungkook blinked heavily a few times before turning back to face his older hyung. “Hyung, I need your help.”
Yoongi felt trepidation engulf his exhausted body, still on edge from the panic attack he’d just come off of. “What’s wrong Jungkookie?”
Jungkook bit his lip. “I don’t know what happened to you guys, or when you woke up, but I’ve been awake for a few hours. Jin-hyung woke me up- “
“You were with Jin-hyung?” Yoongi interrupted, eyes growing wide, “Where is he? Why isn’t he with you?”
Jungkook looked upset at being interrupted, but said nothing, choosing to continue. “It’s Tae-hyung, I- I think he’s dying.”
Yoongi blanched.
Jungkook continued. “Jin-hyung says that he stayed conscious through the entire crash, I have no idea how. His leg’s a bit messed up, actually maybe it’s his hip…but it’s not as bad as Hobi-hyung’s.” Jungkook gestured towards Hoseok.
“Anyways, he found Tae-hyung and I near each other. He managed to wake us up, but something’s wrong with Tae-hyung. He can barely talk or move, and his eyes are all weird looking. Jin-hyung sent me to go look for help, see if anyone knows first aid and can help him.”
Yoongi took a moment to process the information. Logically, he supposed that they were lucky to still be alive at all. But his stomach still couldn’t help but roll at the thought of their second-youngest in such peril, he hadn’t considered the possibility that they could die here. The situation suddenly seemed so much more real.
“I have a first aid kit,” Yoongi told Jungkook, “But I don’t know how much help it’ll be. Hoseok should be fine for now since I’ve stopped the bleeding. I also found Manager Seijin in the plane near me when I woke up, he’s unconscious but alive, so that’s good I guess. The pilot is trapped at the front of the plane, I’m pretty sure her legs are crushed, and the co-pilot…” Yoongi trailed off.
“The co-pilot?” Jungkook questioned.
“He’s… dead.” Yoongi said.
They shared a moment of silence, coming to terms with their reality.
Yoongi reached forward and gripped Jungkook’s shoulder tightly. “Ok, take me to Jin-hyung. I’ll see what I can do for Tae.”
Jungkook nodded seriously, an expression that Yoongi would have found cute in another circumstance. The older members often found it adorable when Jungkook acted serious and mature, a fact that Jungkook detested.
“Alright,” the maknae said, breaking Yoongi’s train of thought, “Let’s get moving.
“Wait!” Yoongi said, turning to the side and rummaging through Hoseok’s pockets until he found what he was looking for. His phone. It seemed unscathed, and Yoongi quickly unlocked it (all of Bangtan knew Hobi’s password, he was that kind of guy). He typed in a quick explanation of where he was going into the notes section, then left the phone on Hoseok’s lap with the flashlight turned on.
“Won’t that waste battery?” Jungkook commented.
“Maybe,” said Yoongi. “But I’d prefer that, then to Hoseok waking up alone, in pain, and in the dark somewhere he doesn’t know.”
Jungkook nodded in understanding, and the two stood up together.
Jungkook led Yoongi through a different path in the forest. This path had much more wreckage, debris, logs, and rocks than the way Yoongi had been walking earlier, and Yoongi found himself grateful that he hadn’t had to drag Hoseok through this, he’d have given the poor kid a concussion too.
The pair walked in silence, both boys quiet and contemplative. Neither felt the need to make forced conversation, it wasn’t the type of situation where it would have been appropriate anyways. Neither could bring themselves to speculate their circumstances, and neither wanted to think about the implications of the still-missing members.
Eventually, two familiar figures came into sight. Jungkook broke into a slow jog, which Yoongi instinctively refused to copy, before remembering the situation and following the younger’s lead.
“Jin-hyung!” Jungkook called.
Yoongi watched as the elder looked over at them from where he was crouched on the ground. Yoongi’s stomach dropped, he supposed that meant that the body Jin was leaning over was-
“Jungkook! Yoongi! Help me with him!”
Both called members broke out into a sprint at the tone of urgency in their hyungs’ voice. As they approached they saw what the cause was.
“He’s seizing! Quickly! Help me roll him on his side!”
Jin cupped his head gently yet firmly with his hands, Jungkook slid his hands underneath his body, and Yoongi found himself at his feet.
Taehyung….
What happened?
He remembered Hoseok saying that he’d seen Taehyung and Jimin get sucked out the back of the plane.
Yoongi felt helpless as he watched his younger brother spasm violently.
“Yoongi! C’mon we need your help!” Jin’s voice broke Yoongi from his trance.
“Yeah… sorry…”
Yoongi grabbed Taehyung’s legs, and helped the others guide him onto his side. Done with the task, the three boys were left to do nothing but watch their friend seize. Yoongi heard soft sobs coming from beside him, but kept his gaze on Taehyung so as to give their maknae some privacy.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Taehyung’s body went still.
Jin was the first one to move, using his shirt sleeve to wipe the thin trail of vomit from the side of Taehyung’s face. He rolled the younger back onto his back. Taehyung’s eyelids fluttered weakly.
“Jib- Jibyug- “Taehyung struggled to speak, “Hub- Hurbs- “
“I know Taetae,” Jin-hyung soothed, brushing the hair out of the younger’s face. “You’ll be okay, we’re going to get you some help, don’t worry.”
“What’s wrong with him?” Yoongi asked, terrified. “Why can’t he talk?”
Jin continued stroking Taehyung’s hair, “I don’t know Yoongi, I think he hit his head.”
Jungkook lay down on the ground next to Taehyung, allowing the older to wrap him arms around him. The two older boys watched in silence as the two youngest members cuddled together on a bed of pine needles and rocks, whispering comforts to each other. Yoongi suddenly felt very much like crying.
“Are you hurt anywhere?” Jin questioned quietly.
“Just my shoulder,” Yoongi replied, “I think it’s dislocated.”
Jin hummed, “Want me to pop it back into place?”
Yoongi paused, turning to his hyung, “Have you ever done that before?”
Jin smiled tightly, “Nope, but I’ve never been in a plane crash either.”
Yoongi blinked, then nodded. He gestured towards his injury. “Well have at it then, not like it can get any worse.”
“Famous last words,” Jin joked, as he placed his hands on either side of the shorter man’s injured shoulder. “On the count of three, ready?”
Yoongi nodded.
“One- “
Yoongi screamed.
His vision went blurry, then black, then blurry again.
When he opened his eyes again he was on the forest floor, Jungkook peering concernedly at him.
“He’s awake hyung!” The youngest member called, and then Jin was there as well.
“You son of a bitch!” Yoongi swore.
Jin laughed, “Yep! He’s awake.”
Yoongi blinked. His shoulder was achy, but definitely did not hurt as much as it had before.
“Any better?” Jin asked, fake smile on his face. Yoongi went to call him out on it, before he realized that the lie was probably not for him, but for the younger members who were still looking worried
Yoongi fake smiled back, “Yeah. Thanks, hyung.”
Both Jungkook and Taehyung let out sighs of relief.
Yoongi rolled his shoulder experimentally, hissing at the slight pain that ensued. Jin rolled his eyes at him, and Yoongi pouted in response.
“Tae-hyung?” Jungkook called.
The two older boys looked over, Taehyung’s head had hit the ground, eyes fluttering.
“Jus’ fee’in’ dizzy…” Taehyung mumbled, slurring the words.
Jin pursed his lips together worriedly.
“We should move him, it’s going to get dark soon.” Yoongi commented, looking at the quickly darkening sky through the leaves of the trees above.
“We can move him to Hobi-hyung?” Jungkook suggested.
“Hoseok? You guys know where he is?” Seokjin exclaimed.
Yoongi winced, he didn't realize he'd forgotten to tell them. “Oh. Yeah, I was with him when Jungkookie found me. His leg’s busted so he’s resting. But I brought him to the plane, there are supplies and shit there, and Seijin.”
Jin nodded, “Ok then, we’ll move Tae over to him.”
Yoongi helped Jin to his feet, but frowned when the older boy stumbled. Only then did he remember what Jungkook had previously told him about his leg.
“Your leg’s hurt?” Yoongi questioned.
Jin laughed awkwardly, “Ah! Don’t worry about it, it’s just my hip- “He lifted his shirt to reveal a myriad of dark blue, purple, and yellow bruises covering his upper hip and stretching down beneath his pants further than Yoongi could see. “-And my ankle.” The older boy then pointed at his foot. Yoongi couldn’t get a good look at it, but the fact that Jin’s entire shoe was soaked in dried blood told him all he needed to know.
“Shit.” Yoongi swore, “I didn’t notice- “
“Because I didn’t want you to.” Jin interrupted. “Look, Yoongi. I’ve been awake for hours, I’ve had more time than you’ve had to come to terms with the fact that we’re stranded out here. The least that I can do is provide my dongsaengs with a smiling face.”
Yoongi thought, not for the first time, that the eldest member was acting too selfless, but held his tongue. He didn’t want to discount his hyung’s efforts. He turned towards the maknae, who still hadn’t left Taehyung’s side.
“Jungkook! You aren’t too injured to help me carry Taehyung, are you?”
Jungkook whipped around, shaking his head determinedly.
Together, the rapper and the singer got Taehyung to his feet. Yoongi worried when the boys head lolled around, but maintained his resolve.
“It’s this way.” Yoongi nodded in the direction he’d come from.
The four boys began to walk, or limp in Jin’s case. The atmosphere was different from what they were used to back in Seoul. No constant buzz of electricity, no staff members bustling around; only the sounds of bugs and the wind.
The forest grew darker around them, and Yoongi began to worry. He had never been afraid of the dark, but that was when he’d always had a source of light available. This was different. There were no city lights in the distance. No civilization to save them.
Only darkness.