「 JIMIN – october 17th, 7:08am • DAY FOUR 」

JIMIN IS STARTLED OUT OF HIS SLEEP WHEN THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN, HITTING THE WALL.

He isn't sure when or how he fell asleep, but he did. His eyes are so heavy, he can barely keep them open, even as the guy in the mask steps through the open door with some soup and bread and water.

He's starving but he's exhausted, reaching for the food with as much energy and enthusiasm he can muster.

He decides to try and see if he can bargain a little with the guy, knowing that before he must've ticked him off if that's why Jimin hasn't seen him.

He seems to be a little nice but doesn't seem to like that to be mentioned. Jimin wants to take advantage– he's cold, for starters. And maybe if he's nice back, he can figure out what the guy wants, maybe he might let Jimin go and then Jimin won't have to use the spoon-turned-weapon on him. Jimin's hopeful.

"Do you think," Jimin begins, his voice too soft to be heard and just too shaky, so he raises his voice a bit, "Do you think I could have a thicker blanket maybe? Um... maybe some more water, too?"

"You're fine," the guy replies with the same muffled voice from before.

"But it's really cold in here, especially at night–"

"I said, you're fine, dammit."

Testing it further, Jimin presses on. "But–"

"Shut your mouth!" The guy snaps, his gloved hands around Jimin's throat, squeezing. "I'm tired of hearing your voice!"

Jimin scratches at his hands, trying to pry them off. He stops when he feels like he might pass out, and the guy finally lets go, turning around quickly and storming off.

Jimin rubs at his neck, a little confused and a little scared. He doesn't think being nice will work much.

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