14 ⋆ Missing

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Jungkook's POV

"We can't fucking find him," I said, reiterating the words that were just spoken to me.

Pacing the conference room, my advisors stared at me worriedly. They nervously looked at each other, a hint of fear rushing across their face. By now, it was well past dark, nearing midnight. We had been searching all day, yet no one had any trace of him and where he was.

I turned and punched my fist into the wall, creating a giant hole. The sickening crunch of my knuckles filled the room as I pulled the broken and bruised fist from the now crumbling drywall. The advisors shuffled in their chairs, nervous.

"Tell me how the fuck no one can get a lead," I growled, glaring into each of their eyes. I sighed angrily and waved them off. "Get me Yoongi." I hissed. They went quickly as I sat down at one of the chairs and placed my head in my hands.

He was missing. Cold. Alone. Dead. I growled at my inner wolf as he talked to me, and slapped my face. "Stop thinking like that," I said exasperatedly to him. He's human. He's dead out there. I just growled and looked up, meeting the calm face of Yoongi in the doorway.

"I've heard the news. Still can't find him?" He asked, looking at me sadly.

I shook my head and stood, walking over to him with sagged shoulders. "I don't know if you can... talk to Her or something..." I said.

Yoongi pursed his lips but nodded softly, reaching out to put a light hand on my shoulder in comfort. "I heard what happened at the training field this morning. He doesn't know it yet but She's talking to him, giving him that kind of strength. I can talk to Her. She'll know where he is."

I thanked him and followed him outside as he slightly lifted his hands to his sides and looked up to the sky, mumbling incoherent words to himself. Then, he started walking, almost appearing to be induced in a zombie-like state of mind; possessed with glazed over eyes in a creamy white shade, completely at the will of a higher being.

We headed deep into the forest, passing wolves who were still looking this late at night. I motioned at them to go home, that we knew where he was and they no longer had to stuff their noses in the snow. They bowed their giant heads gratefully and turned, leaving quietly. We walked for a long time in the freezing cold and snow, Yoongi taking jagged turns and pauses.

Suddenly, his body lurched and his eyes went back to their normal color, a sign he was returned to a conscious state. He turned to me and nodded, "He's somewhere around here." I nodded and watched as he began to walk back in the direction we came, eventually lost him in the darkness and snow.

"Jimin!" I yelled, waiting for something-anything. I tried to smell the air, but his scent was lost in the snow.

"Jimin!" I called again, my eyes strained in the dark. A cold breeze blew, and I smelt it. The faintest, softest smell of blood. Dead, my wolf spoke in my head. I growled and quickly walked through the snow, determined to find him, yet at a loss of which way to turn. A few yards away, almost completely buried under snow, was the silhouette of his body. Dark blood stained the snow around his head.

"No, no, no," I muttered, running forward. I collapsed on my knees by his side, my hands were frozen and shaking in the air, unsure of where to start. Quickly, I shoveled the snow off of him and picked him up in my arms, his body limp and freezing. I placed my hand on his cheek, gently grazing my fingers over it. My eyes scanned his head and spotted the giant gash which had split open his skin, dry blood running down the side of his face, dark as wine.

I looked up and noticed the blood on the tree, realizing he had hit his head at some point and passed out. "Jimin, hey," I said, shaking him a little, desperate for a sign of life. But his lips were blue and his skin cold, his breathing next to nonexistent. I stood, carrying him bridal style, staring at his angel-esque face.

"It's okay. You're okay." I whispered. Even though my words were meant for him, I felt as though I was saying them to calm my own self. I turned and held him close to me, walking through the snow back in the direction from which I came.

When I finally reached our home, it was nearly an hour or so later and his skin was starting to freeze my arms, which was a rare thing to feel cold. Jimin hung limp and heavy in my arms as if his body were a sponge and the snow was the ocean.

"You're okay. You're okay." I said, continuing to repeat my words as I broke into a jog.

I busted into our house, looking around wildly. I quickly laid him on the kitchen counter and ran to our bathroom, finding the first aid kit under the sink. Werewolves could heal rapidly, humans couldn't.

"Fuck," I whispered as I hurried back down the stairs and pulled a stool up to sit beside his head. I rummaged fretfully through the kit, eventually locating the small bag which was used for sewing and stitching. Terrified, I ripped open the bag and stared at all of the pieces. I grabbed the hooked-like needle and the sewing string, my hands shakily threading the sewing needle for stitching.

"It's okay, Jimin, I've got you." I murmured and placed my lips to his cold forehead.

Spur of the moment, I grabbed a washcloth and rinsed it under warm water, returning to his limp body to wipe away the blood from his face. "Okay, you're doing great," I assured him. "Fuck, I don't know how to do this." I groaned, shakily placing the needle to the gash. "Fuck it," I growled and dipped the needle into his skin, making uneven stitches, but well enough to hold the gash together to heal.

I grabbed bandages and tape, covering the mark with some kind of ointment and gauze, then taped the bandages to stay on his head. His eyes remained cold and face lifeless, even after I had completed this messy surgery-like procedure.

I stared at him, frantic. "You need heat," I said to myself. Werewolves don't feel cold, humans do.

I picked him back up and quickly walked to the bathroom upstairs. I rested him gently on our bed and started a bath, turning the water up to the hottest it would go.

He laid there on the bed, lifeless and dead to the world. Unsure if what I was about to do next would make him uncomfortable, I stared at him and thought, biting my lips.

"He's about to die," I whispered, then rushed forward and began to strip him down in a hurry, pulling off my own clothes afterward.

I picked his naked body up, cold and pale, trying not to stare at anything, and moved us to the bathroom. Slowly, I lowered him into the tub against my chest, hoping the hot water and my naturally hot skin against him would raise his body temperature. I held him close, his head resting on my right shoulder and neck. I leaned my head against his and nervously pet his hair.

"You're okay," I whispered. I held him for so long, no sign of life coming to his body. Tears filled my eyes as I held him, desperately hoping for some sign that he was still living.

Suddenly, his fingers twitched. I stared at them, waiting for another sign of movement. Slowly, but surely, his eyes fluttered open and he looked around lazily.

"Kookie?" He asked softly.

My heart melted at his words and I held him tightly, quickly wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Hey. You're okay." I said gently, petting his hair.

"What happened?" He asked, dazed.

"You hit your head against a tree and got lost. We searched for you all day and no one could find you. But I've got you now, it's okay. You're okay." I assured. He sniffed and reached up, lightly touching the bandaging. Heavily, he turned in the hot bath, his chest against mine, and wrapped his arms around me.

I smiled and held him close. "I love you." Jimin murmured softly, my heart dropping at his words. He just said I love you. But his eyes remained closed and his breathing evened out as he fell asleep on my chest, not allowing me to comment on his sudden emotion.

We stayed like that for a while, until I was sure his skin was warm again and his lips pink. Carefully, I picked him up out of the water and put him back on the bed, turning to the closet to grab him some clothes.

Instead of grabbing his clothes, I grabbed mine and turned to him. "Okay. Just... don't look." I said to myself. Carefully, I dressed him, blushing the entire time as I tried to avoid staring at his beautiful, stunning, gorgeous body. I managed to put him in clothes, then dressed myself and picked him up once more.

I fell asleep holding him close, a smile on his face but managed to get out four words before completely going under. "I love you, Jimin."

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