Jimin's lungs burned with the desire for air but he fought against it as he allowed himself to be manhandled by the current, his vision blurring slightly. A tight grip on his waist had him struggling weakly but whoever it was didn't let go, determined to get him out of the grave he tried to dig for himself.

He felt himself slipping under a blanket, head heavy. He could feel the hands on him. Could feel them on his waist before they were on his chest, pressing down hard.

He felt his body jerk with the force applied on his chest.

"...on, come on. Don't you dare die on me. Don't you dare die on me."

A gasp.

He felt himself sit up, water spilling out of his mouth as he coughed it up. The hands were back over him and his vision slowly faded to black.

[To be continued . . .]