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[littlemissheartfilia]

Survive Ch 4

Hope you guys are liking this so far! In this chapter stuff starts to get really bad for maknae line! 

Part(s): [1]  [2]   [3]   [4]

Summary: Bangtan is heading westbound on a brand new private jet when things go haywire. No one could have expected the storm to be this bad. And certainly no one would have guessed they’d be crash landed in the mountains of China fighting for their lives.

Pairing(s): Taekook, Yoomin

Setting: Real world I guess?

Jimin couldn’t tell where he was but he was certain there was someone beside him. The hand gripping his gave him a solid grounding, even when his head felt like it was swimming in oblivion. The pain in his leg was growing worse, travelling up past his shin and all the way into his thigh. Everything hurt. He wasn’t sure what was real life or a dream anymore but that hand was always there for him to squeeze.

When he thought he came out of unconsciousness he squeezed it for reassurance. Much to his delight it squeezed back and soft words were whispered into his ear. “I’m right here, Jiminie…” the voice sounded warbled at first, distant and strange. As if his brain knew it was familiar but couldn’t quite place who it belonged to. “I’m right here,” the voice continued and he felt a small hand brush away part of his bangs. Now the voice didn’t sound so strange and he knew it was Yoongi.

His head leaned into the hand grateful for the cold touch. He knew they had been in a cold place but all he felt was heat. Suffocating, body draining heat. His fingers twitched underneath the blanket and he tried to mumble out a sentence. Something happened on the way from his brain to his mouth and he only managed an exhausted moan.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” Yoongi said, his cold hand turning over to press even colder knuckles to his forehead.

“Too hot,” Jimin tried to mutter but what he ended up saying was “T’ ho-” and his hand reached up under the blanket to push it off.

Yoongi shushed him and took his hand instead. “No, Jiminie, you have to keep the blanket on, it’s freezing out.”

Jimin moaned in protest once more but it seemed he was finally able to lift open his eyes. He misjudged how bright the sight of snow was. Looking toward the entrance was too bright and it burned his eyes so he tried to focus on Yoongi’s silhouette instead. His lips were pulled thin, his eyes crinkled with worry and the tip of his nose twitched slightly, like it always did when he was upset about something.

“Hyung,” Jimin finally managed to utter a full word and Yoongi almost seemed proud as he shifted on his feet and smiled worryingly at Jimin. Now that wind passed through his vocal chords he realized just how chapped and dry his mouth was. His lips felt like they were molten lava, ready to break apart into tiny continents of rocks.

“Talk to me Jimin, what do you need?” Yoongi asked, bringing their clasped hands up to his chest as he leaned over Jimin’s bed. His voice was uncharacteristically smooth and soft. He didn’t think he’d ever heard his hyung talk that way to anyone but he was glad it was directed at him now.

“Wa-” Jimin tried to speak but a fit of coughs took him. “Water,” he croaked out and Yoongi was instantly turning around. He couldn’t see much but he could tell that Yoongi was talking to someone else around the corner of the bed. Within seconds Yoongi came back to him with a half-crumpled half-dirtied bottle of water.

Twisting the cap off Yoongi held the edge up to his lips. Gently the water lapped at Jimin’s chapped lips and he sucked it down gratefully. As he drank Yoongi turned to look over his shoulder.

“How’s that fire coming?” he called to someone behind him. Jimin pushed the water bottle away with his hand and felt himself starting to come back to life.

It was Jungkook’s voice that answered. “It’s not staying for long. We need actual wood.”

Yoongi, with a quick worried glance at Jimin limped over to Jungkook hurriedly, “I’ll go get more, use this in the meantime,” he said spilling the contents of one of their luggage bags, just a lot of clothes and some books tumbled out.

Yoongi turned back to Jimin then apologetically. “Sorry Jiminie, we have to stay warm. I’ll buy you all new things when we get home.”

Jimin hardly cared where the warmth came from. He knew they all needed it even if his body was burning up. He shook his head noncommittally. “‘S fine,” he mumbled and found it hard to keep his eyes open for much longer.

Jimin’s eyes failed to respond to him but he was still awake. He could hear the voices of Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung from close beside him. Although his brain could barely process their conversation he caught a small portion of it.

“I need your lighter again, hyung?” Jungkook asked.

“Hold it like this,” came Yoongi’s muffled reply.

“Hyung, I don’t know why you have a lighter but I’m so glad you do.” This was Taehyung.

“Manager-hyung let me keep it from our Love Yourself highlight reel. I never thought I’d need it though.”

Then there was a shuffling of feet and a grunt of effort from Yoongi. “Hyung, where are you going?” Jungkook’s voice was surprisingly sharp, especially from a maknae to his elder.

“We need firewood.”

“Don’t strain your leg. I’ll go.” Jungkook offered and Jimin could tell Yoongi didn’t like the idea. But in the end he gave up with a dissatisfied sigh and it was Jungkook’s steady footsteps that carried out of the plane.

Jimin tried to open his eyes once more. He tried as hard as he could to sit up, to move his legs or do anything but his body wasn’t responding. The most he could do was turn his head from side to side but the action made him feel like he was swimming in jello.

It wasn’t long after that sleep beckoned to him once more and he slipped into unconsciousness.

“Hyung!” Namjoon called out to the whiteness all around him, but he knew his hyungs were nearby. He took a few steps forward, Jin and Hoseok quickly catching up to him.

“What is it?” Jin asked, looking at Namjoon who merely pointed a little ways ahead of him.

“More luggage that survived the crash?” Namjoon said as they all stared at the small strap of black hanging from an upturned branch in the snow. If it weren’t for the strap clinging to the branch that reached upward they would have never seen it. The rest of the bag was already covered in snow but they easily dug it out.

“Who’s is it?” Hoseok asked as Jin broke open the zipper with shivering hands. Piled on top they found a very expensive camera bag, a lot of warm clothes underneath it all and various candy bars hidden in the side pockets.

The three looked at each other and confirmed at the same time, “Taehyung’s.”

Pushing the camera aside Namjoon lifted one of his sweatshirts. “Who’s Tae’s size, Hobi-hyung?” He handed the sweatshirt to Hoseok who swiftly put it on over his other clothes.

Jin made a sound of delight as he pulled out two pairs of gloves and a hat. “Tae packs smart,” he said handing out the gloves and keeping the hat. Namjoon swung his makeshift sack off his shoulder and stuffed the candy bars inside. Something in his pack jogged his memory then, and he tapped the arms of both his hyungs.

“O-Oh! I almost forgot,” he opened up the sack and pulled out a length of rope all curled together. “I found this in the box with all the emergency blankets. We should use it to stay together.” The wind picked up and Namjoon had to raise his voice to be heard. But it seemed the others heard him anyway as they both nodded in agreement.

Namjoon began to unwrap the rope, Jin quickly grabbed an end and tied it around Hoseok, then himself, making sure he gave it some slack. Lastly Jin tied the rope around Namjoon’s waist as well. After making sure the knotting was secure the trio zipped Taehyung’s bag closed once more and made their way through knee deep snow banks.

They soon found that the plane hadn’t just crash landed on a hill, it had crashed close to the top of a mountain. And everything below them was steep cliffs, the occasional pine tree sprouting up from the ground. In some places the trees were nearly parallel to the earth they rested on. It gave Namjoon vertigo just looking at it. So he tried not to.

“It just goes on forever…” Hoseok remarked a look of despair on his face. There wasn’t much they could see besides snow. The storm had mostly cleared up but there was a low hanging mist that surrounded everything on the mountain.

“We’ll have to go down if we want to get a better look of what’s around,” Namjoon said, curling his fingers over the sack tighter.

Jin turned to them then his face all serious. “Watch your footing and don’t move without each other.”

Namjoon and Hoseok nodded grimly then Jin began to take the lead. They took a path that seemed not as steep as the rest of the mountain, thankfully those scattered pine trees were around for them to hold onto.

“Be careful!” Jin called out again his voice raising above the roar of the wind. Namjoon looked behind him at Hoseok. The older boy was doing his best to keep his feet from slipping on the steep snowbank and his good arm desperately grabbed at every tree or branch in his reach.

“Hoseok-” Namjoon said and offered the boy his hand when Jin and him took a small jump down a sizable boulder. Gratefully Hoseok took Namjoon’s hand and let his feet surf the slush and snow down the boulder.

When Hoseok hit the bottom however his momentum kept him going and he slipped over his own two feet. Namjoon watched in horror as Hoseok’s body kept going, his broken arm falling uselessly with the rest of him, past the boulder and teetering on the edge of an overhang. Namjoon’s hand squeezed Hoseok’s harder and tried to pull but his weight was already falling down.

Jin cried out but both of them were too late as Hoseok slammed into the side of the overhang, hitting Namjoon’s hand against a rock at the same time. A fiery pain shot up his forearm as Hoseok’s weight dragged Namjoon to his knees.

“Pull him up!” Jin yelled already trying to get closer to the edge so he could grab any part of Hoseok. Namjoon reached out with his other hand but the thin cloth gloves they wore didn’t bare enough traction. Before Jin or Namjoon’s other hand could reach him Hoseok’s hand slipped out of his grip and he fell to the length of the rope tying them together. At the same time Namjoon’s torso was ripped toward the ground and he lost his breath.

It was now all he could do to keep his body on firm ground as Hoseok dangled over a hundred foot drop, his body twisting and turning in vain, all the while slight squeals of discomfort leaving his mouth.

Hoseok looked up at them helplessly. His good hand grabbed at the rope but he was still swinging and turning. Thankfully Jin managed to take hold of the rope and with Namjoon’s help they hauled Hoseok’s full weight back up. When he was close enough his good arm swung over the edge of the overhang and they were able to grab under his arms until he was safely on solid ground again.

Hoseok flopped onto his back, panting and squeezed his eyes shut. Jin and Namjoon sat down in the wet snow breathing heavily. Much to Namjoon’s surprise Jin started chuckling. Hoseok looked over at him, something close to disgust on his face but Jin just slapped his shoulder and said, “You should lose some weight.”

Namjoon almost smiled as Hoseok retorted, “I guarantee you weigh more than me. Your shoulders give you ten extra pounds.”

Jin looked off into the distance of the overhang a smile still lighting up his face somehow. “Ah! What a thing to say to your hyung.”

“You started it,” Hoseok mumbled.

Jin just cast Namjoon a look like a child to its mother looking for support. Namjoon just shrugged. “You did start it.”

Jin just shook his head and let his smile slowly fade. He turned to offer his hand to help Hoseok up. When they both stood Namjoon picked his tired muscles off the ground with much effort. Jin’s hand rested on Hoseok’s back and he said, “Let’s keep going. No more slipping, yeah?”

Jungkook tucked a rather large snowy branch under his arm with the others. He was carrying about as much as he could. Although the wood was snowed on, mossy and wet they didn’t have many options in their terrain. He took a few deep steps back toward the plane still in sight past the trees. The snow had deepened since last night and it fought against him, sinking into the tiny crevices by the tops of his shoes and up into his skinny jeans.

The shelter was only yards away when he heard a panicked voice scream, “TAE!” Jungkook looked up terrified. He didn’t waste any time as he dropped the wood and scrambled over knee deep snow to get inside.

Yoongi’s voice kept coming in terrified waves, shouting Taehyung’s name. When Jungkook finally managed to move aside the tarps and quite literally fall inside his heart dropped.

Taehyung was on the ground, very close to the fire that was burning out. Yoongi was above him holding his head and shouting his name. Although he was on the ground he wasn’t still. Taehyung’s legs were jerking and his muscles seemed to be convulsing at random patterns. When Jungkook clambered inside Yoongi turned desperate eyes to him.

“He just collapsed!” Yoongi burst out then tried to get Taehyung’s attention again but it went in vain. Jungkook had heard about seizures. A distant aunt in his family used to get them, he once had to help her out of the house on a Christmas dinner gone wrong so he knew what one looked like.

Jungkook ran over and shooed Yoongi off Taehyung with a nervous hand. Taehyung was still convulsing as Jungkook turned him on his side and lifted his head. “Don’t touch him…” Jungkook warned, his worried eyes never once leaving Taehyung’s face.

Yoongi got up and ran shaking fingers through his hair, letting out a long breath and pacing as he did. It was only a few seconds later but to Jungkook it felt like minutes. Eventually Taehyung stopped convulsing but his eyes remained closed. This was when Jungkook grabbed a hold of Taehyung’s shoulder and leaned forward. “Tae?” he called, panic in his voice now. “Tae, please wake up!” Jungkook knew he shouldn’t have but his hand shook Taehyung’s shoulder a little. At the sudden movement Taehyung’s eyes seemed to flutter but they were unfocused and parts of his eyelids were still twitching.

“Taehyung,” Yoongi called gently, kneeling down next to Jungkook. “Tell us how you feel?”

The more he came to the more Taehyung seemed to take in. At first he was only staring straight ahead then his eyes came into focus and he glanced from Jungkook to Yoongi and back again.

“What-” he began to say.

“You had a seizure, Taehyung,” Jungkook said, reaching for Taehyung’s hand without breaking eye contact. Taehyung must have guessed his boyfriends worry once he used the full name. These days it was rare for Jungkook to not call Taehyung by a nickname, unless he wanted to be serious.

“We need to do something about your concussion,” Yoongi said his fingers ghosting over Taehyung’s hair and brushing small strands away from his face.

Jungkook nodded finally feeling a tear make its way down his cheek. The tear landed on the tangled mass of their clasped hands and Jungkook put his other hand over it, squeezing hard.

“How do you feel?” Jungkook asked again. This time Taehyung moaned and closed his eyes.

“It hurts.”

“What hurts, Tae?” Yoongi asked while him and Jungkook shared a quick look of apprehension.

“My head,” Taehyung mumbled as he curled in on himself and brought his free hand to hold his head. “What’s happening?” Taehyung grumbled again, this time into his chest and Jungkook had to lean in to hear him properly.

“It’s ok, Tae,” Jungkook said hoping his voice provided more comfort then he felt he could give. “You need to rest.” Taehyung didn’t respond then he added, “We’ll get you more medicine.” He gave Yoongi a quick pleading glance and his hyung stood up to fetch the supplies. While Yoongi grabbed the medicine Jungkook tried speaking to Taehyung again. “Do you think you can get to bed?”

It was a while before Taehyung responded, Yoongi waited behind Jungkook with the pill in one hand and a dirty water bottle in another. Finally then Taehyung seemed to uncurl himself. He was wincing all the while but Jungkook helped him to sit up and his hands went back to holding his head.

As quickly as he could with panicked and shaking limbs Jungkook took the medicine from Yoongi and practically forced it into Taehyung’s mouth. When he offered the water bottle Taehyung didn’t resist though.

It took both Yoongi and Jungkook holding him up but they managed to make Taehyung take the few steps that would get him back into a bed. The minute he was sitting on the bed he slumped backwards and Jungkook had to catch his head as it fell, gently placing it on his pillow.

Jungkook bit his lip in an attempt to keep the tears from coming but they came anyway. His arms braced his upper body over Taehyung’s bed and he let his head fall limply. Against his will a tiny hiccup of a sob came out of him. It was then Yoongi’s arms went around Jungkook’s shoulders.

The elder pulled him into a hug and Jungkook’s forehead rested on Yoongi’s chest quickly staining the dark fabric with a puddle of tears.