36 ⋆ Vomit

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Jimin's POV

My fingers were freezing to the point where I could barely feel or move them. I swore I saw blue on the tips, slowly spreading to consume the rest of my hand. My body shook with such violent compulsions, I had given up days ago on trying to stifle them.

The same girl came to give me food, but I had refused every time. I did have the water, however, managing to keep me conscious for roughly an hour or two a day.

This was one of those hours.

At some point when I had been sleeping, a large and rather thick chain had been locked around my wrists, joining them together. I looked at them weakly, not even able to lift my arms under their weight combined with my malnutrition.

I had gotten so weak I couldn't hear or talk to Jungkook clearly anymore, and the only thing that filled my head was the sound of the wind and snow outside and the ever looming thought of death.

I closed my eyes and whispered softly to myself all the things I could remember about his face.

"Full black hair, equally dark puppy eyes, stern brows, sharp jaw, cute small lips," I mumbled to myself, the vision of him being painted in my mind. I coughed weakly and fell still once more, focusing on my breathing and the beating of my heart as my fingers were too stiff to even twitch under the cough.

Suddenly, the sound of the lock on the door unlocking filled my ears but I left my eyes closed, too tired to open them and confront who it was.

"Fuck, is he dead?" Donghae's voice asked the two other guards who usually accompanied him during his visits.

"He hasn't eaten in almost three days now." One of the men said, anxiety obvious in his tone.

Donghae's feet walked forward and his warm fingers pressed against my neck.

"Nope, there's a heartbeat." He said, groaning as he got back up. It was quiet for a while, but I listened closely as Donghae paced back and forth on the straw matted floor.

"He's no good to me like this. I want him to look battered and beaten down, obviously, but he looks like he's going to die any fucking second now. He's no use to us dead." Donghae sighed and stopped pacing. He walked back over to me and squatted down once more.

His finger reached out and lightly touched my eyelid, pulling it open to reveal my eye. I stared at him, weak and drowsy from lack of food. He knew I had no fight in me. Anyone could tell just by looking into my eyes which I'm sure looked more dead inside than any person who'd been buried six feet under within the last century.

Donghae tilted his head and sighed. He let go, but I kept my eye open, slowly opening the other one. "How you doing, Jimin?" Donghae asked, a slight tone of genuine concern in his voice.

I just stared at him lifelessly before managing to part my lips. "I want... Jungkook..." I whispered softly, my voice scratchy and just as dead as I felt within. Donghae nodded and pursed his lips as he looked around, avoiding my eyes.

"I know, I want to see him too. But you know you only get to see him if he gives over his land, right?" Donghae questioned, tilting his head once more.

A hot tear dropped quickly down my cheek as I slowly closed my eyes. Managing to build up some energy left within me still, I slowly turned, facing my back towards him to show I no longer wanted to talk to him.

Donghae stood and walked over to the guards. "Next time she brings food, I want you coming in here with her. He doesn't get any water without eating first."

I cried quietly at his words, my stomach feeling as if it was about to split in two while my mind could barely formulate where I was. My skin ached with the cold, goosebumps, and hair on end has been that way for days now. I kept my eyes closed as they closed the door, locked it, then left me alone.

Sobs wracked my body, gradually and slowly, as the thought of home ran through my mind. I pictured it, our fluffy white bed all messy and worn out from laying in it all day waiting for me. Jungkook laying on his side shirtless with a smile, waiting for me to come and lay down on his chest and fall asleep. The thought alone made me cry harder as I longed for it more than anything I'd ever longed for.

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Jungkook's POV

I watched as the scouts sat down in the snow, their wolves staring out into the forest with beady eyes. I pulled the binoculars away from my eyes and shuffled backwards out of sight and took the ten minute walk back to our small camp that we had set up.

Everyone perked up at the sight of me as I tossed the binoculars to Taehyung and sat down in one of the chairs set up. "They have two on this side and three on the other."

The men groaned and looked down, wondering how we were supposed to break through their patrol to get into the territory without any of them noticing.

"There's a river that runs between them and two canyons on either side, but the trees and snow can protect us from the eyes of those above," I said.

"There's eight of us and five stationed. That leaves three who can pick up any slack if one or two try to escape." Taehyung pointed out.

I shook my head, "They're going to alert everyone through their mind link if they see us." Everyone went quiet at the realization.

"Poison the stream." Taehyung blurted.

I turned and looked up at him, meeting his stern eyes as he thought out what he had just said. "That could lead to their entire pack."

"They would do the same to us," Taehyung shook his head, "Maybe don't poison it, just put hemlock in it so when they drink from it, it blocks everyone's link."

I nodded slowly at his words, planning out in my mind how this could all work. "Okay, we'll do that. You guys go find some but be back before the moon comes. Grab as much as you can carry, we're going to need a lot." I ordered the men swiftly. They stood and nodded, turning and walking towards the forest to hunt for the toxic plant.

I turned to Taehyung and eyed him as he sat back in his chair and stared at nothing. "I can feel him, you know. I can feel him dying." I said, catching his attention.

Taehyung just looked at me with sad eyes as I turned and stared at the snow that fell softly to the already snowy forest floor. "I can feel how weak and sad he is. I know he's dying. It's the worst feeling I think I've ever felt in the world, Taehyung. Not only do I feel this pain of not being able to do anything, but I also feel the pain of him slowly dying."

Taehyung leaned forward in his chair, his eyes focused on the ground. "I remember Jiminie came down with the flu a while back. He missed a lot of days off of work and money was slim and we were trying to make rent. I remember I was up one night, just laying in my room, and I was thirsty. So I went out to the kitchen to grab something to drink and I heard him crying. I remember walking over to his door, his cries sounded so lonely, but I was frozen."

"I knew I should've knocked on the door to comfort him - I mean, I was stressed too. But I knew I couldn't do anything because he just needed that moment to cry by himself. Afterward, he worked three shifts in a row that day and came home with four hundred dollars in tips. He paid off our rent just by working that one day. And when I saw him the next day, he was smiling."

"What I'm trying to say is that Jiminie is so much stronger than you think he is. He's more than just Jimin. He's hard working, he's determined, he's loyal, he's strong, he's-"

"A Luna." I cut in, looking at the side of Taehyung's face.

Taehyung looked up at me and gave a smile. "Yeah. A Luna," He was quiet for a little while longer, "He can do this. He can make this, he can wait, he will live. You may feel him dying, but he'll live. I know it."

I nodded at his comforting words and looked up at the sight of the three men coming back, their arms already full with the toxic plant. I rose alongside Taehyung and grabbed some of the plants from them, starting to lead the way through the snow to the beginning of the stream.

We only walked for a few minutes before we found the small waterfalls at the base of the stream, the icy water falling quietly over the equally frozen rocks.

We all broke the stems in half, dipping the broken in half pieces into the water and holding it there for about ten seconds before moving on to the next stems until we were sure we had put enough of the toxic chemicals into the stream that even the fish within it would go belly up. I stood and looked at the flowing water which moved in the direction of Donghae 's pack; in the direction of Jimin.

"You don't think it will hurt him, do you?" I asked Taehyung nervously as we watched the icy water race in the direction of the pack.

"No." He said, looked at me with a reassuring nod, then turning away from the river bank with the others as I stayed put.

I wasn't sure what hit me next; pain, panic, terror, maybe all three. The emotions flooded my body and I immediately tied them to Jimin as the uneasy feelings filled my soul.

"We don't have time!" I yelled suddenly, turning to the group of four as they looked back at me.

Panic flooded my senses, all coming from Jimin's end of the bond.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Taehyung asked quickly, rushing over as he placed his hands on my shoulders, my eyes staring back at him with a crazed expression.

"It's Jimin. Something's wrong. They're doing something to him!" I cried desperately.  A jerk of pain jolted through my lower body, making my eyes widen as I knew exactly what was happening. "We're attacking now. No time to wait, I don't give a fuck, we're attacking." I growled as the anger within me slowly bubbled more and more with every jolt of pain and every fear-stricken attack in my heart.

"No, Jungkook, we can't!" Taehyung said, holding me back.

"We have to!" I screamed, shoving him off.

"Calm down and think! The plan is not ready! Why can't we wait?" Taehyung yelled.

I looked at Taehyung, and three men behind him, the words coming out of my mouth tasted like vomit, "Because he's being raped."

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