42 ⋆ Hi

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Jimin's POV

They say that just before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, but that's not how it happened for me.

To be honest, I'd always thought the whole final-moment, mental life-scan thing sounded pretty awful.

Some things are better left buried and forgotten, as my mother used to say. I'd be happy to forget all of fifth grade, for example, and does anyone want to relive the first day of middle school?

Add in all of the boring family vacations, pointless algebra classes, sports games, and bad kisses, all moments I barely lived through the first time around.

The truth is, though, I wouldn't have minded reliving my greatest hits.

When I first saw Jungkook's eyes underneath the red paint, glowing from the moonlight above and I knew he was mine and I was his.

When I met Seungjae, the smartest and sweetest little boy ever, my first and only friend here, who cared so much and helped me when I needed him the most.

When I first talked to the Oracle, Yoongi, who gave me countless advices on my new life and new love.

When I figured out what mating really was, and I could feel someone else's thoughts in my own.

When Taehyung became the Beta of the pack, and I got to see my best friend and felt whole again.

When a white crown was placed upon my head and for the first time in my life, I was called something other than Jimin - Luna.

The things I want to remember; the things I wanted to be remembered for.

But before I died, I didn't think about Jungkook, or any other guy. I didn't think of all the outrageous things I'd done with my friends. I didn't even think of my family, or the way the morning light turned the walls in our bedroom the color of cream, or the way the tiger flowers smelled on the meadow that never died. Instead, I thought of white, just nothingness.

The thing is, I didn't really know. It's not like I woke up with a bad feeling in my stomach. I didn't see shadows where there shouldn't be any. I didn't remember to tell my mate that I loved him or remember to say good-bye to him at all.

For me, I stood on a ground full of straw with a cold breeze blowing through wood. I stared at my mate who stared helplessly back. I was killed by a man holding me tight against his chest with his canines drawn.

And then, I woke up.

I gasped something terrible, as if I was suffocating. My forehead hit against something hard, knocking me back onto something equally solid.

Shaking, I reached up and placed my fingertips against the hard object above me, moving over the smooth surface in some attempt to find an escape.

It was pitch black, and I was starting to panic as my breath became hot from being overused and the tight space barely allowed me to move.

Punch. Something whispered in the back of my head. It sounded almost like my own voice.

"Jungkook?" I called out loud, thinking it was him over the mind link.

No. Now punch. The voice whispered again.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing as I pulled my arm back as far as it would go in the tight space, then shoved it hard against the surface above me. My hand throbbed, but the sound of a crack sent a wave of relief over me.

Again. I reached back and punched again, small bits of sediment falling in through the crack I had made.

I reached out and grabbed some of the crumbs off of my stomach, raising them to my lips. What was it? I tasted it, immediately spitting out dirt.

We've been buried. Punch. Tears slipped down my face at the words. I had been buried. I died. I was six feet into the earth with a desperate attempt to get out.

I looked around in the darkness, coming to my senses as I took in the perfume smell of flowers, felt the hard glass of candle holders, and touched the satin draped over my lower half. I was given a Luna's burial.

Punch, Jimin. I took a deep breath and nodded, hitting the crack in the hard material a few more times.

Over and over, my fist pounded against the wood until so much dirt had fallen on me, I wasn't concerned with suffocating from lack of air anymore, but rather, earth.

Punch, push, climb. I pushed against the crack, splitting some of the wood only to let more dirt into my coffin. My heart was beating erratically as I pushed, shoveling dirt and wood out of my way as tears streamed down my face and my breathing and sobs filled the air.

Keep going. Punch, push, climb. I dug upwards, taking in my last deep breath before I fit myself through the hole in the wood I had created and desperately climbed through what seemed like endless dirt.

It was dark and everything crumbled around me. There was no air, no light, no sense of direction but up.

Come on, keep going. Keep going!

Suddenly, my right hand broke through something, immediately rising into a frozen air.

My lungs ached and my eyes burned with the amount of soil inside of them, but I shoved the other hand through and pulled every aching muscle through the opening until I lay, unearthed, on the side of my grave.

I gasped for air, looking around wildly at the night sky.

"Who are you?" I whispered to the voice in my head, still laying on the ground heaving.

Go find your mate. He'll know. Jungkook. Breathing deeply, I sat up and noticed I had dragged some of the satin blanket out with me. I grabbed the dirtied end and wrapped it around my waist, oddly not cold despite the freezing temperature around me. I wobbled to my feet, managing to stand after a few failed attempts.

I looked around me, immediately recognizing the scenery as the tiger flower field. The thought made me smile as I knew Jungkook had chosen this for me.

I took a shaky step forward, walking in the direction of our home as my thoughts raced.

How long had I been dead? Was Jungkook alive? What had happened to Donghae? Was there still even a pack to go home to? I shook my head and made my way through the empty forest, a hoot of an owl echoing in my ears from the distance. I turned my head in the direction, amazed I had heard the sound even though it was so far away.

I stopped for a moment, and looked around, but no other sound filled my ears. I shrugged and began to walk again, noticing a dark silhouette of a strange house in the distance, and as I got closer, a noise of creaking sounded.

I looked towards the direction of our homes, but curiously got the best of me as I approached the structure, immediately realizing it was a shed, and the creaking noise had come from the sound of the doors waving in the breeze.

My eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the open doors and I peered inside. My eyes widened at a large amount of blood that covered the straw floor.

Afraid to go inside, but too intrigued to leave, I shuffled nervously on my feet and came to the conclusion something bad had happened here, but whatever it had happened to, escaped.

I backed away from the cabin finally and made my way back to the path of going home.

My feet continued to carry me as the view of the gravel circle finally came, filling my heart with joy. I picked up the pace and entered the circle of higher ranking wolves, Jungkook and I's home standing out beautifully in the distance.

But it was dark, and my heart dropped at the sight. I took in a nervous breath and walked across the gravel to our home.

I approached the door, seeing a single light on in our upstairs bedroom which made me smile. I reached out for the door handle and turned it, only to find the door locked.

I frowned as I thought to myself, we never locked the door.

I looked around and made my way to a window, holding my hands over my eyes to get a better look inside as I pressed myself against the window and met the dark view of our home.

My fist knocked against the door a few times, hoping he might open after I had given up trying to open the door, but he didn't answer and we didn't have a bell to ring.

I was determined to get inside of our home somehow, my heart was yearning to see and feel and be with Jungkook once more. I looked around in the snow and found a rock to the side about the size of my fist, but heavy enough to break through the glass.

"Please don't be mad at me, Jungkook." I groaned to myself as I stood back and tossed the rock through the window, shattering the glass instantly.

Quickly, I climbed through the window, cutting open my leg on a shard of glass that was still stuck in the frame.

I hissed and fell on my knees from the drop, holding the dirtied sheet around me as I looked at my leg. My eyes widened as the gash slowly began to close, healing instantly.

The feeling of someone's eyes made me look up as I panted, only to meet the stunned face of Jungkook.

His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were wide as he gripped the railing of our stairs, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I stared back at him, not knowing what to say or what to do. I was mesmerized by him.

"Jimin?" He whispered, blinking.

With a gentle smile and tears in my eyes, I whispered back, "Hi, my love."

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