Earth Mode ON// ARMY FanFiction

Earth Mode ON: TWENTY

"Just wait. I promise you will like it," I turned my head around to face him, a smile drawn wide on my face as I talked.

Jimin raised his eyebrows at me, most probably wondering why I was acting like a five year old walking her parent to a surprise birthday party. Due to my excitement, I involuntarily increased my pace, dragging Jimin along. However, everytime I tried moving a bit faster, Jimin used to grunt in pain, causing me to slow down in concern.

"I'm sorry, but we are nearly there. Tolerate the pain for only a tiny bit more," I told him, causing him to huff out a huge amount of air. Why was he holding his breath? I didn't know, but what I did know was the fact that I most probably exhausted him.

"You know, I'm really starting to wonder that you will end up throwing me off a cliff or something," He said, causing me to laugh slightly.

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have sacrificed my packet of skittles," I replied back causing him to look at me with a wide smile.

"You know that was a very great temptation. I had to hold myself back from eating them," He said, but for some reason, it made my heart ache. Even though he was safe in my arms, I couldn't help but replay the images that my mind had created during the time he was missing, the image of him walking around injured, hungry and bloody. The image made me frown, causing Jimin to frown too since he expected me to smile or reply back.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked me, eyes soft.

I immediately replaced my frown with a gentle smile and shook my head in denial," No, no. Everything is fine."

The two of us remained quiet after that. We limped our way towards the building that inhabited Jimjn's two brothers, my heart beating out of my chest with every step I took forward. Despite wanting to show Jimin that I fulfilled my promise and to see Taehyung's reaction that I didn't come back empty handed, all I thought of was how Taehyung would feel. What I guessed was that he would be involved in an internal fight, a fight where his guilt will wash over him. He would probably break down when he realizes that his brother was alive the whole time but he simply thought of him as dead and moved on. The thought of Taehyung finally breaking down slowly took over my excitement and it made me slow down. The smile that once decorated my face started dying down, and for a moment, it felt hard to breath again. I felt confused. Life didn't feel right to me. I felt scared, so I had to stop moving. In those two seconds that I stopped at, I started contemplating whether bringing Jimin back to Taehyung was the best option, but where else would I have kept him? We couldn't just leave Taehyung and Namjoon, and stray on our own.

"Hey. Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes scanning my whole face.

"I'm-I'm fine. Let's go," I replied and tried to pull him along again, but instead of me pulling him, he pulled me into a hug.

I wanted to break down, but I couldn't. It was not that I couldn't; I just didn't want to.

"It's okay. I know you are feeling scared, but we'll be fine as long as we stick together," he said, but despite the fact that I needed his hug more than anything at that moment, I couldn't help but put all my energy into pushing myself away from it.

"I'm fine. Let's go. There is something that I have to show you," I said and pulled him along.

We walked past all the buildings until we reached the building Taehyung, Namjoon and I stayed at. I came to a stop at its entrance and let out a deep breath, then turned to look at Jimin. He eyed me with concern, wondering what I could have possibly wanted to show him in such a destroyed building. Just at that moment, I realized how much of a mess he was. His hair, his eyes, his lips, his clothes, his everything. His face was dirty, his hair was messy, his eyes were bleeding at the corner, his lips were torn, and his clothes were bloody and muddy. He looked in a miserable condition, and it made me wonder how Taehyung and Namjoon would feel at the sight of him. Again, I was feeling reluctant.