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Jungkook continues to aimlessly walk through the dark room, taking slow steps in only one direction, numb to the point where it doesn't even feel like he's alive. Funnily enough, he wishes that it were true and that he actually was dead. To him, that'd be a million times better than watching every single person in the family that he's grown to love die because of hardships he couldn't help them with.

He instinctively lifts a heavy hand to his cheek, gingerly holding it there to catch some of the tears that fall, his throat raw from screaming as he chokes out a single sob. Pausing, he tilts his head back as he anchors his hands on his hips, taking in a big mouthful of air before puffing it out, the slight trembling of his hands slowly to coming to a stop.

Jungkook swallows thickly—his mouth disgustingly dry—before deciding to keep walking, hoping that he can avoid the last of his hyungs and get out before they reach their untimely deaths. Assuming that that's how this place runs, the remaining boys should be spared once he manages to make his way out—it's simple movie logic.

Unfortunately for him, the Shopkeeper isn't that merciful.

His ears perk up at the sound of running water, his head swinging every which way as he tries to find the source of the muffled sound. Eventually, he brings his gaze downwards, gulping as he stares at the opening beneath his shoes. He doesn't waste anytime in dropping to his knees and hooking his fingers around the drain style cover, tugging it as hard as he can to no avail.

The sound of the rushing water stops, Jungkook's breathing ragged as he flicks his gaze around the room below, heart stopping when his frantic gaze lands on Jimin, the boy's hand lingering over the tap as his always gentle gaze challenges Jungkook's. Said boy sighs, resting his forehead against the drain in regret, knowing very well despite it tearing him apart that Jimin can no longer be saved.

Jimin offers Jungkook a reassuring smile, proud that his little brother has finally learned the ways of this place. He slowly drags himself to the middle of the room, aware of Jungkook's worried eyes following him as he tears his gaze away from the younger boy, lowering his head in a prayer.

I pray for my brothers; the four that died before me, the one left to die after me and the boy who has to watch it all. I pray that they all get given the strength that they need to make it through whatever comes next for them. Death is inevitable, that I know, which is why I'm hoping that my dear brother Jungkook knows it too so that he doesn't waste the energy he has left in trying to save the things that don't matter.

Us.

Thank you for blessing me with those boys and helping me get through everything that brought me down. I would pray for you to save me but unfortunately, not everything is in your control.

The sides of the room open up, waves of water spilling from them at an alarming rate, the cold liquid sinking into Jimin's shoes. He braces himself, clenching his fists tightly as a large wave crashes into his back, sending him forward into the mass of waves. He doesn't bother fighting it nor does he try to swim to the top for air. He simply allows the liquid to fill his lungs and drag him to the bottom, his eyes fluttering shut as all life leaves his body.

Jungkook watches soundlessly, his sobs muffled by his hand. He sniffles a few times before moving away from the drain, shakily wiping away the tears that dampen his cheeks. He stands, teeth bared in a scowl as anger boils away at his blood. Taking one last lingering look at the drain, he blows a kiss towards Jimin before breaking out into a jog.

After all, that's the only thing he can do now; run.

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poor jimin :(

shania