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"Taehyung!" I called out for the millionth time, but didn't get any forms of response. All I waited for was any form of sound. Whether it was a grunt, a scream of help or even just a slight breath, it didn't really matter to me as long as I got a response.

I spent nearly half the day looking for Taehyung, but I tried to make sure to not get too far away from Jimin in case nature tried to mess with us again.

Jimin, who was lying down on his back with his eyes closed the whole while, struggling to breath, was a total mess. He looked pale, and his clothes were extremely muddy. His once strong body looked like it would shatter into pieces if only touched, and seeing him that way only made everything worse for me. I never thought I would end up finding him, especially not when he was in the process of dying, so this situation was affecting me deeply.

"Where the hell are you Tae?" I asked myself and ran a hand through my hair in frustration as I scanned the area.

He was no where to be seen. The sun had already started to set and my legs were in so much pain from walking around, so I decided to walk back to Jimin and rest for a while before searching for Taehyung again. I let out a sigh and started limping forward, my foot shifting against the muddy grass, making my eyebrows frown in disgust.

As I was limping my way back, my foot hit something and it made a sound. It sounded like a wrapper. I immediately bent down and started searching with desperation. The moment I dug it up, I felt like I was granted a new chance at living. Nothing was better than finding this at that moment.

It was a pack of skittles, all wrapped up. It wasn't opened yet, so I guessed that it was clean enough for us to eat and not die from food poisoning. It contained loads of sugar too which was exactly what I needed.

I immediately tore the packet open and started inhaling the scent. What I smelled was mostly mud, but I still tried to make the best out of the odor of the candy. The smell of the different flavoured pieces of candies circled around my nostrils, making me dizzy the more I waited to throw the whole packet into my mouth. My stomach grumbled and I was ready to engulf the candy in one go after smiling with victory until I remembered something.

Jimin.

And... wherever Taehyung may be, he is probably starving to death right now.

I squeezed the top of the packet shut and started limping quickly in Jimin's direction. The smile that was once spread wide on my face started turning upside down at the sight of Jimin lying there as though his soul was already starting to part his body.  He looked so weak to the point that just looking at him made my heart break.

He used to be so healthy a couple of days ago. He used to smile. He used to tease us. He used to take care of everyone. But now, he needs someone to look after him and if I didn't find him just in time, he would've died thinking that he spent his whole life caring for people but the cause of his death was that he found no one to care for him. Well, I'm here now for you Jimin. I'll care for you till we are safe, and even after that.

I kneeled down next to him and lifted him up with so much care, afraid that I might break his fragile body. The moment he felt my skin touch his, his eyes opened slowly to reveal a pair of jewels twinkling under the setting sun.

"Here. Look. I found skittles. Let's eat up," I told him and managed to form a smile on my face which he returned back but slightly. He was most probably starving too.

I picked up one skittle from the packet and raised it close to his mouth.

"Open up. It'll make you feel much better," I told him and he did as I said. He couldn't open his mouth much though, but it was just enough to pass a skittle through.

I smiled when I saw his jaws moving slightly against each other. Feeling happy and excited, I took another one and fed it to him.

I fed him about four pieces until he stopped my hand from reaching his mouth at the fifth.

I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He must be starving to death so why doesn't he want to eat more?

His fingers found its way to the candy that was in between mine and he took it away then reached out for my mouth.

"You need to eat too," he said faintly.

I smiled the moment I heard his voice. It did crack up a bit, but I heard it. He couldn't speak when I first saved him, so he must have felt a bit better.

I smiled at him and nodded. I let him feed it to me, but I didn't allow myself to eat anymore from it until he eats a bit more.

He shook his head at me and told me that he has had enough. I ate two more pieces after the one he fed me and then folded the packet firmly and placed it in my pocket.

"We'll save the rest for Taehyung. I bet he is starving too," I told Jimin, but his smiling face started fading away at hearing Taehyung's name.

I noticed how sad he looked that I couldn't find Taehyung even though I promised him I would.

"Don't worry. We will find him. Let me just help you with your injuries first, then I can start searching for him again," I told him.

He didn't give me any form of reaction, so I assumed he approved of my idea.

I found an empty water bottle on the floor so I picked it up and filled it with water. The water was not that clean, but I just needed it to wash off the blood off his body and the dirt off his face. There was no use in caring whether the water was hygienic or not since our injuries were going to get infected anyway, but we just couldn't walk around all bloody and dirty.

"Okay," I said then sat down next to Jimin and cleared my throat," Jimin, you will have to take off your shirt for a moment so I can see your wound."

He looked at me with wide eyes. I felt my face get really hot. As an ARMY that has been dying for BTS for nearly six years, such a moment would've been something I would've imagined a million times during my day, but at that moment it felt different. I felt the need to save him, because he saved me a couple of times in my life.

He didn't argue and didn't hold back. None of us fussed about it and he simply just took his shirt off with some assistance of mine.

The moment my eyes saw his injuries, I couldn't take it anymore. I felt my eyes fill up with hot tears and I had to turn my head around to stop myself from crying.

"Its okay. You don't have to do this if you can't, " I heard his soft voice say. The way he said it made me feel guilty. I took in a deep breath in an attempt of calming down my heart which was beating madly against my rib cage and then looked back at Jimin with determination in my eyes. I knew that I had to get this done no matter what, no matter how terrified I was.

"No. I'm fine. I can do it," I said then took another deep breath.

I pushed him down gently until he was lying flat on the ground then let out the breath that I was holding and started pouring the water over his injuries bit by bit. He flinched at first when the cold water touched his skin. Everytime he groaned in pain or flinched, my heart would drop, thinking that I hurt him. He just laughed it off, then started teasing me with fake groans and flinches.

"How can you even joke right now?" I asked him with knitted eyebrows. Even though the way he teased me scared the life out of me, it still managed to cheer me up.

Everyone needs a Jimin in their life.

"Look at you. You look like you are about to cry everytime I move," he responded back with a slight laugh, causing my eyebrows to relax and a smile to form on my face. He started groaning in pain though and so he stopped laughing and just laid down still.

My expression immediately changed and I started feeling extremely concerned.

If his ribs are fractured or something I'm sure it is just a matter of time until breathing becomes the hardest thing to do.

"Don't laugh!" I ordered him sternly and he immediately obeyed.

It was already night time, so I couldn't really see what I was doing. Jimin kept still and just looked at me as I tried to rub off the dirt on his body with the remaining water that I had in the bottle.

"You really know nothing about covering up wounds, considering how you covered up yours," he said as I started cutting the lowest part of my shirt since my pants were too dirty. It was a relief that my shirts weren't short or else I would've been in so much trouble at the moment.

My face blushed at the thought that he probably thought I was stupid.

I think he noticed it, because the next thing he said was," But regardless of how you are going to dress my wound, I'm thankful. Thank you for saving me."

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Hello my lovelies...

Okay, third update from me for this chapter in a row and dont expect any more of me today XD... Seriously my hands hurt from typing so I'll stop for today..

I dont know if you are getting bored from this, but... if you aren't then please do enjoy to the maximum...

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Dont forget to take care and love yourselves,

Thank you all,

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-R 💜💜