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1 ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’
2 ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰๐“‰๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡
3 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐‘’๐“‚ ๐‘œ๐’น๐’น
4 ๐’น๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“Š๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰
5 ๐“…๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐‘’
6 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐“Š๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐’น
7 ๐’น๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐ผ ๐’น๐’พ๐’น๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ƒ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
8 ๐’ถ ๐’น๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘’๐“‹๐’พ๐“
9 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘’๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’
10 ๐‘”๐“Š๐’พ๐“๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’
11 ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‡๐“Ž ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‹๐’ถ๐“ˆ
12 ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“ ๐’ถ ๐“๐’พ๐‘’, ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’
13 ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘’๐‘’๐“… ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡๐‘”๐“‡๐‘’๐‘’๐“ƒ
14 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“‰๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’
15 ๐“…๐‘œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐’น ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“‡๐“ƒ
16 ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐‘’ ๐“€๐‘’๐‘’๐“…
17 ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘œ ๐ผ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Š๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐ผ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ˆ
18 ๐’น๐’พ๐’น ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“๐’ป
19 ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ
20 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“๐“
21 ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“‡๐“Ž ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’
22 ๐’พ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐‘’๐’น ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘’
23 ๐‘’๐“…๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“
24 ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐’ถ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“‡๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‡
25 ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“…๐’พ๐’ธ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ
26 ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“…๐’พ๐’ธ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐“Œ๐‘œ
27 ๐’ธ๐“‡๐“Ž ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ถ ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡
28 ๐’ฟ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ˆ
29 ๐’พ'๐“๐“ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
30 ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“Š๐“ˆ
31 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ˆ
32 ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐“‚๐’ท๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’
33 ๐‘”๐‘œ๐“๐’น๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“…๐“…๐“๐‘’
34 ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“Ž
35 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‹๐’ถ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐‘’๐“Ž๐‘’
36 ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ
37 ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐“๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ
38 ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“๐“Ž ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“‚๐‘’
39 ๐’ป๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
40 ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’พ๐’ป ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“€๐’พ๐“๐“๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐‘’
41 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’น ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น
42 ๐’ถ๐’น๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
43 ๐’น๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘’
44 ๐“ˆ๐“๐‘’๐‘’๐“…๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐“Ž
45 ๐’พ๐’ป ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐‘”๐‘œ, ๐’พ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“
46 ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‰ ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“‚
47 ๐“…๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’
48 ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ป๐“๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ˆ
49 ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ท๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘”๐‘’
50 ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐‘’๐‘”๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”
โ™” ๐๐Ž๐Ž๐Š ๐“๐–๐Ž : ๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐€๐„๐“๐‡ โ™”
51 ๐’ท๐’พ๐“‡๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ ๐’ป๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“‡
52 ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ท๐“Ž ๐“‚๐‘’
53 ๐“๐’พ๐’ป๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ถ ๐“๐’พ๐’ป๐‘’
54 ๐“๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‰๐“‡๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰
55 ๐’ท๐“๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ธ๐’ฝ
56 ๐’ถ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐‘”๐’พ๐’ป๐“‰
57 ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ถ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž
58 ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰
59 ๐’ป๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
60 ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐‘”๐“๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž
61 ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‰๐“Š๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ท๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น
62 ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“‡๐’น๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“‰
63 ๐’ธ๐“๐“Š๐‘’๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ
64 ๐’ถ ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘’๐’พ๐’ป ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐’ป๐’ป๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‡
65 ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“
67 ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’น
68 ๐‘”๐‘œ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’
69 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘’๐“‹๐’พ๐“ ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐“๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น
70 ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐‘”๐‘’๐’น ๐’พ๐“ƒ
71 ๐“๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
72 ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š
73 ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š'๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ท๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ป๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น
74 ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น๐’พ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“๐“
75 ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ
76 ๐’ป๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“€
77 ๐“†๐“Š๐’พ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’น๐’พ๐“‡๐“‰๐“Ž
78 ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐’ถ ๐“ˆ๐“Œ๐‘’๐‘’๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰
79 ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’ถ๐’ป๐“‰
80 ๐“ƒ๐‘œ ๐‘”๐“Š๐“‰๐“ˆ, ๐“ƒ๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž
81 ๐“…๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐“‚๐“Š๐‘”๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“‰
82 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐‘”
83 ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“… ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ
84 ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“๐“
85 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“‡๐“Š๐‘”๐‘”๐“๐‘’
86 ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ท๐‘’๐“‰๐“Œ๐‘’๐‘’๐“ƒ
87 ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“€๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐‘’
88 ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ท๐’ถ๐’ท๐“Ž
89 ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ป๐“‡๐‘œ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ
90 ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’น๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’
91 ๐’น๐‘’๐‘’๐“…๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘’๐‘’๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ
92 ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’
93 ๐“€๐“ƒ๐’พ๐’ป๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰
94 ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“
95 ๐“๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น
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"Were getting lost Sir."

Namjoon tugged at his bottom lip as he began to regret not listening to Jungkook's advice. Now they were lost in a dark forest with no food or water.

"Try the walkie again."

The driver shrugged his shoulders. "It's no use. I've already tried six times."

"I don't care." He snapped. "Keep trying."

The other man sat quietly, as they too, wished they listened to Jungkook and followed him no matter what his plan was. The other cars were no where to be found, and most likely fell into a deadly trap. It was Namjoon's responsibility to keep that from happening to them as well.

"It's all that dumbasses fault." One of the boys complained. The others turned their heads towards the one who spoke.

"I know, he thinks he knows how to get around this place." Another boy added.

The boy narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I'm not talking about Jungkook."

"Who are talking about then?"

"Jimin."

Namjoon stopped as he heard the name being said. "What'd you say? I don't think I heard you correctly." He said in a threatening tone.

"I just don't see why we're all going out of our ways to save this kid. He treats us like shit."

The other boys nodded their heads, some encouraging his words. Namjoon walked closer to him, pushing him back to the window.

"I don't know who you think you are, but you have no room to talk. You wouldn't be alive if it weren't for us." Namjoon gave him one last warning before stepping back towards the driver.







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Jimin kept his eyes glued to Riley as he stood by the many guards, disguised in their clothes. We sort of created a quick plan in a matter of seconds without a plan B, so if this doesn't work out, we're screwed.

Jimin started to show his irritation, as he crossed his arms and tapped his foot at the floor. He was waiting for a signal from Riley, which he never gave. Meanwhile, I silently stood next to Jimin. I haven't spoken to him since I slapped the hell out of his face.

The signal was supposed to be Riley putting both his pinkys up, I guess since no one casually does that. Jimin's eyes narrowed as he kept watching him, becoming impatient. All of a sudden he sees Rileys hands shoot up, though it wasn't the fingers he promised.

Jimin furrowed his brows in confusion. "Did he just flip me off..?"

"Hurry up." Riley shouted while also somehow whispering.

"Let's go." Jimin barely looked at me. I slowly nodded, walking in front of him; but before I could move ahead he grabbed my arm, pulling me back.

"Just because I'm saving you, doesn't mean you're off the hook."

I just stared back into his angry eyes. Again, he was pissed off, but there was more to it. His bronze tan, with that messy black hair and under cut had me mesmerized.

He released his tight grip, and walked towards the other side of the village. I followed closely behind him, still thinking about those eyes, and the harsh words he spoke.

Jimin frowned as soon as he saw Riley relaxing against the grounded tree. "What took you so long?"

"What?" He raised his arms in defense. "I had to make sure the coast was clear."

Riley stepped closer to Jimin, cupping his hand around his mouth. "Plus, you two looked like you needed some time alone."

Jimin quickly pushed Riley's hand away, dusting off his shirt as is Riley carried some sort of disease. I finally caught up to the two, awkwardly waiting for them to notice my presence.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat, stopping the two from whispering. "We have somewhere to be, so if you don't mind stopping the side chats, and actaully doing your jobs. That'd be great." I smiled, before walking ahead of them.

Jimin harshly bit his lower lip, eyeing me up and down for who knows how long. Riley tugged at Jimin's shirt, snapping him out of his fantasy dream.

"There's Ceres." I muttered. "Getting past her isn't going to be easy."

Riley narrowed his eyes. "You've tried before?"

"Yeah." I sighed. "Remember I saved your ass."

He squinted his eyes to think, when Jimin shoved him out the way. He gave me a warning look, telling me to listen to what he was about to say.

"You." He grabbed Riley by his shirt, dragging him towards me. "Take El back to the facility r-"

It only took him a couple words to turn my mood to the flipside. I shoved Riley to the side, standing towards Jimin.

"I'm not going back."

He looked at Riley again, ignoring every word that came out of my mouth. "It's an order."

Riley nodded, keeping silent while he looked at me in pity. He truly felt awful, but he knew what Jimin was capable of doing when he didn't get his way.

"Get off of me." I pushed Riley's arm as he tried to turn me around. We promised each other, we were never going to be separated. I guess I put too much faith in his words and actually believed in them.

"El." Jimin's voice boomed throughout the forest. I was surprised no one caught us trying to escape. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me towards him. My body was tense and I felt as if he was towering over me. As if, I was as weak as I've ever been.

"You need to stop playing hero." He yelled. This time there was not a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "I told you I'm never making the same fucking mistake I did in the past."

He turned me around, holding my arms behind my back. I felt a sharp pain in my wrists as he tied the heavy rope together. I watched as the clouds started to form, and the lightest rain drops poured down my face.

"Uh, you guys..?"

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Not now Riley."

"Ceres is coming."

Jimin and I turned at the exact same moment, only seconds before the first arrow struck the dirt in front of me.

"Take her!" Jimin yelled. Riley grabbed my arms, tugging me across the ground. I dragged my feet, continuing to try to escape from his arms. I wasn't going to listen to him this time, not after what happened.

The drizzling rain, eventually became a hurling storm that even the raindrops felt like pitchforks to the skin.

"El, would you get off the floor!" Riley shouted, not bothering to wipe the sweat off his forehead. I used my elbow to jab him in the eye, dropping to the ground soon after.

My face slammed into the dirt, extentuating the open wounds already present. I groaned in pain as I tried to roll on my backside, but the muddy ground wasn't making it any easier. I lifted my my head up for air, slamming back to the ground when one of the warriors came close. I kept my head down until he ran away, finding some sort of shelter.







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"I always ask myself what would've happened if I didn't tell Mr Shaw that day." Jungkook whispered to himself, but luckily Taehyung heard.

"You did it for the better, right? As long as you didn't intend to hurt anyone, you can't really be blamed." Taehyung smiled, patting Jungkook on his back.

Jungkook nervously smiled, tugging at his bottom lip. Did he intend to hurt Jimin? Or was it all just a misunderstanding.

A giant rain drop landed on Jungkook's forehead, snapping him out of his trance. He lifted his hand to his soft skin, wiping the water away.

Taehyung noticed, and quickly looked towards the cloudy sky. "We should probably get going."

"The thing is, we have no where to go. I shouldn't have opened my mouth on that bus. We would've been better off there." Jungkook shook his head, staring at his shoes as he walked.

"That's not tr-"

Taehyungs words were cut off by a screech. It's sounded more like a cry for help more than from fear. They looked at each other before running in the direction of the sound.

After minutes of running, the storm grew heavy and heavier. They continued to drag themselves towards a wooden sign that was almost knocked over by the harsh winds.

"Try and read it." Taehyung yelled, barely able to hear himself against the loud rain.

Jungkook held his hand over his forehead so Taehyung could see him narrow his eyes. "You know, it's not that easy when rain keeps hitting my face."

"Just read." Taehyung muttered, signaling Jungkook to turn back around with a swift motion of his hand. Jungkook squinted his eyes, trying to focus on the washed out letters painted on the wooden sign.

"I think that says village." He turned around to face Taehyung.

"You think?"

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, some of the letters are missing, but I can tell what it's trying to spell out."

"What's the letter above that?" Taehyung asked, pointing at the, almost impossible to read, letters.

"It's probably the name of the village, but I can't read it at all." Jungkook brushed his hand upon the words, accidentally smearing the paint some more.

"Nice going." Taehyung muttered, walking ahead of Jungkook.

"Hey, where are you going? We can't just trespass into an unknown village, especially not in this weather." Jungkook stood in his place, crossing his arms.

Taehyung turned to face him, letting the rain soak his brown hair. "Do you wanna find them or not?"

Jungkook was silent for a couple seconds, but then quickly nodded. Him and Taehyung quickly ran towards the muddy trail, following it to the unknown village. The rain was pouring down harder, as the wind began to pick up its speed. As Jungkook walked, he noticed the ends of arrows being submerged from the ground. Oddly enough, there were no people around to possibly have shot those arrows.

"We should go back." Jungkook yelled, clutching onto a tree, so his feet wouldn't sink in the mud.

"It's too late now." Taehyung yelled, making sure Jungkook heard him. He looked up to see the giant tree he was holding onto, start to lean towards him.

"Tae!" Jungkook screamed, but he wasn't heard over the pouring rain and vicious winds. He tried to move his feet, but they were indeed stuck in the mud. The towering tree's roots began to rise to the surface, and slowly began to dip over.







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Mud covered my entire body, leaving only a section of my face uncovered. I tried to untie the rope, but my hands wouldn't budge.

"Help!" I screamed, hoping someone was still out here, but by the looks of it, I was too late.

"Someone please help me." I shouted as loud as I could, scratching my throat in the process. The pressure of my trapped body, left my head on the ground. The only air I could take in, was from the side of my mouth that wasn't covered in the thick mud.

I started to close my eyes when I thought I was hallucinating. A pair of footsteps were walking right towards me. This had to be a dream. I almost smiled, when the man decided to walk right past me.

"Help." I tried to shout again, but my vocal chords were nearly destroyed. I need to deal with the pain and give it all I've got.

"Help!"

It was a short pause, before those same footsteps came running towards me. The man kneeled to the ground, lifting my head so that I could breathe. He wiped the hair out of my face, and screamed.

"Holy shit!"

My eyes shot open, and I realized I wasn't hallucinating. That was Taehyungs voice. He lifted me up so I could cough out the extra water I swallowed.

He pulled me into a messy hug, then cupped my face in his hands. "I'm so happy I found you, Jungkook and I-"

His words quickly came to a stop, and he let go of my scratched up face. Taehyung quickly stood on his feet, looking behind bushes and trees.

"Oh no."

"W-what?" I barely managed to say.

"Jungkook's gone."







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